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mostly-marvel-musings · 2 years

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Nose kisses

Summary: Started off as an embarrassing accident, you and Tony have a secret for lifting each other’s spirits in an instant. Nose kisses!

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff and nothing else.

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Square filled: Nose kisses

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo It is FLUFF CENTRAL. Enjoy!

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An ice-cream date with the billionaire genius was the last thing you had expected.

But well, here you were. Nervous out of wits and fiddling with your fingers under the table as you waited for your order.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Tony’s leg nervously bouncing against the footrest too. It made you chuckle out loud.

“What happened?”

“Huh? Nothing uh…too much coffee?”

You murmured, pointing to his feet with another nervous laugh. You assumed it was the excess caffeine that had him all fidgety, when in fact it was that same nervousness that had you flustered.

A self-assured man to the world was quite anxious about this date, only because he didn’t want to mess it up. Tony’s reputation preceded him, and he did not want it to bother you or for you to have any preconceived notions about him.

Ever since he had laid eyes on you, he was enamoured, something about you drew him in. The urge to get to know you better grew with each passing day, until one day his AI decided to bother you with little questions about your likes and dislikes, bringing to your attention that the infamous Iron Man was interested.

“Yeah, that and lack of sleep?” He lied, willing his nerves to calm down.

From the time you’d become a part of the team, he felt you distanced yourself from him, you wouldn’t interact much apart from work stuff really. He had a feeling you disliked him, which was a first, because let’s face it, the man wasn’t used to rejection, especially not from women.

As time passed, Tony learned about your personality, that you took your time to open up to people. And that once you did, what an absolute delight you were, someone so individualistic and unique, strong yet vulnerable.

Your ice-creams arrived right on cue, nudging you out of your reverie.

“You know, I had a feeling you hated me before.”

“Really? What made you think that?”

“I just—we never really spoke, you were very quiet, reserved and…”

“You were busy in your lab.” You finished his sentence for him.

“Yeah.”

Tony’s nervous foot tapping had resumed and you shifted closer in the booth to place your hand on his thigh, making him stop immediately and let out a little sigh of relief as you offered him a warm smile.

Your touch was comforting, he noted, his heart fluttering at the gesture.

“And what do you think now?”

Tony smiled, placing his hand on top of yours gently.

“I think I’m chipping the ice away?”

“I always liked you the best, Tony.” You blurted out before you could stop yourself, realizing what you’d said.

“The best huh? That’s a revelation.”

There was that signature smirk, the man was pleased with himself now and his brown eyes bore into yours, making your cheeks burn. To hide it, you scooped a big spoonful of your ice-cream and swallowed, ignoring the instant headache that pierced through as the dessert made its way down your throat.

A tiny bit of ice-cream remained on the corner of your mouth until Tony reached forward to clean it with his thumb, licking it off rather teasingly while maintaining eye contact with you. The man was definitely on a mission to get you flustered, and he was succeeding beautifully. He found you endearing, not that he’d admit out loud but he was pleased seeing the effect he had on you. The way your mind worked fascinated him, because it was so different from his own. The way your eyes lit up when you spoke about things you were passionate about, the way your head tilted to a side while he spoke, you listened intently, with the intention of understanding and not just replying.

After your date, Tony walked you back to your room even though you stayed in the same Compound. Leaning against your door frame, he scratched the back of his head while you silently waited for him to ask you out on another date. Given the semi-awkward nature of what had transpired, you thought your chances were low but Tony managed to surprise you again.

“That was the best time I’ve had in a long, long time, (Y/N). And I would like to assume you did too.”

“I wouldn’t dwell too much on assumptions but, I had a lovely time too, Tony.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully before chuckling and standing on your toes to go for an innocent kiss on his cheek. What you didn’t anticipate was him leaning down to do the same and as result, Tony’s lips met your nose in a kiss midway. It took half a second for both of you to realise what happened before you giggled and he let out a hearty laugh.

“Perfect.” He whispered.

You were about to head inside when he grabbed your hand and spun you back around, this time meeting your lips with his in a gentle but swoon-worthy kiss. You felt his arms slide around your waist as he pulled you closer, nibbling on your bottom lip softly, letting out a soft grunt as your fingers found purchase in his hair.

You wished the kiss would never end and so did he but for the time being, you broke apart, touching foreheads and smiling ear to ear.

“Perfect.”

You repeated his words, letting out another giggle as Tony purposely kissed the tip of your nose before saying goodbye, your heart fluttering wildly inside your ribcage long after he had left.

…

“Tony, would you pay attention to this, please? I don’t want you getting hurt.” You exclaimed for the third time that evening, holding the knife up in exasperation.

Tony of course paid no heed to your requests; he had done all but that. Slipping his arms around you from behind, he had been distracting you by littering small kisses along your neck, conveniently slid his shirt that you wore down your shoulder to expose more of your skin to him. His soft beard tickled your skin as he rubbed it along the expanse just to make you giggle and squirm.

“Well, you’re hurting me now.” He pouted when you elbowed him away, raising his hands up in defeat when you glared at him, knowing you couldn’t resist those doe eyes.

He had insisted on cooking you a nice dinner that evening, knowing how hard you’d been working that week. He did his best to convince you that FRIDAY had him updated with the basics of cutting and chopping, but you didn’t trust the man in an environment that was not his lab.

“I appreciate your trust in me, honey, I really do. And I say this with all my love, shut up, have a drink and let your boyfriend take care of you for once.”

Rolling his eyes, he grabbed your shoulders and made you sit on a chair facing the breakfast table, pouring you a glass of wine before putting on an apron. You smiled into your glass as you watched him move in the kitchen, he looked adorable, especially when he was laser focused on the task at hand, filleting a fish with perfection.

You had almost predicted it, and sure enough, the knife glided under the fish smoothly but met his finger, making him yelp in pain as blood spurted out. You jumped out of your seat to grab a paper towel to help him, ignoring his “I’m fine” and “I can handle a little blood, I’ve been through worse.”

Tony sighed when you didn’t budge, finally giving in and letting you help, he was visibly upset for ruining your date night.

“I don’t want to hear it.” He mumbled quietly.

“I didn’t say anything.” A smile made its way on your face as he stared at the floor.

“What? No, I told you so?”

You grabbed his face, making him look at you before standing up on toes to kiss the tip of nose, chuckling with him as the two of you recalled your first date. From that day, nose kisses had been one of the fail-safe ways of making the other laugh.

“Can we order take out now? I’m starving.” you murmured on his lips.

“Cheeseburgers.”

…

“Mommy!”

Morgan’s giggles filled the living room as you heard her little feet scuttle somewhere around the back, Tony’s urgent whispers following.

“Mommy is hiding from us because she wants her quiet time!”

His statement made you roll your eyes and get up from your reading corner and search for the two kids you had running around the house. Morgan found you first, giggling and making a beeline for you, not realising there was a toy lying right in front of her that made her trip and fall.

Both you and Tony rushed to her to make sure she was okay, your heart breaking as big angry tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed. Lifting her up in your arms, you wiped her tears away and rubbed her back soothingly.

“You’re okay baby. I got you.”

You tried your best to pacify your child, hugging her close before Tony got her attention, making her reveal her face from your neck, still clutching you tight. You couldn’t see what he did but your heart soared at hearing your daughter’s giggles once again.

Turning around to face your husband, you let Tony take Morgan in his arms, tickling her sides to make her laugh some more before he wrapped his free arm around you, pulling you close and pressing his lips into your hair.

“Nose kisses.”

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veethesnake · 1 year

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Keep dreaming (with me)

The Avengers are witnessing Lokis newest master plan.

Their leaders are rendered unconscious, and aren’t looking like they’ll come back soon. The team is still hopeful - those are the men who realised they were thrown in an alternate universe. How hard can it be to shake off a little magic spell?

But what if you know you’re dreaming, and really, really don’t want to wake up?

For the @cap-ironman Universe Medley Avengers Assemble month and Stony Bingo Square “dream world”.

I never use coloured lines, so I thought I’d put the black version here too. Somehow the lines didn’t end up even close to how much I liked the sketch, so yeah… have that one, too ;)

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trixicbean · 2 years

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i don’t want to keep secrets (just to keep you)

prompt: wtf

the age of ultron au where a trip to clint's homestead reveals a few too many secrets about natasha and maria's lives because of some over-excited kids who really love their moms

Natasha could barely walk. Clint was holding her up as they made their way up to the Barton Homestead. Natasha's place wasn't far away but Clint's had fewer walls that were going to be fixed 'soon'. Maria's version of 'soon' was the most unreliable timeframe on the planet. Currently, they had a hole in the kitchen and the dining room due to Maria's brilliant idea for an open-plan downstairs.

She wouldn't be able to go over to them without completely blowing her cover and jeopardising her kids and Maria. Tony and Clint were talking but Natasha could barely focus. Of course, the annoying Maximoff girl had to give her flashbacks to the Red Room. Not even Maria knew half of what went wrong there. The memories still played on repeat in her head so Clint held her up as they walked.

There was talking, Laura was there but Natasha couldn't register any of it. She noticed Clint's kids coming down the stairs shouting for him and then she heard a shout for 'Мамулечка'. That was her. Natasha looked up to see her eldest daughter, Alina, sprinting towards her.

[read more on ao3]

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heartsandmuses · 2 years

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the way to a man’s heart

for @flufftober day 10 // prompt: “love language”

for @herohardshipsbingo // square: “domesticity”

marvel cinematic universe. tony stark/bruce banner. rated g. 1.4k.

Tony had always thought that Bruce’s love language was quality time.

It made sense, with the way Bruce had proposed weekly team dinners once they’d all moved into the Tower; the way he always offered to come along whenever Nat announced that she was going on a grocery run or Steve mentioned a new bakery he wanted to try out; the way he gravitated toward the common areas, though primarily the kitchen, as if waiting to be joined by someone else in silent companionship.

But now, Tony could see that he was only half-right.

Because Bruce’s real love language was food.

It wasn’t like he was discreet about it, always hovering by the stove, boiling hot chocolate on cold, winter nights, or stirring curry in a pot big enough to feed an entire army — which, granted, was pretty much exactly what he was doing. But still, it had taken Tony a while to really notice that cooking wasn’t just an idle hobby of Bruce’s, it was his way of showing that he cared. Showing that he really loved the team, that he planned on sticking around, even if he couldn’t bring himself to actually say the words aloud just yet.

“You mentioned something about your mom making minestrone whenever you were sick,” Bruce had said, the first time Tony realized it through his Nyquil-induced haze, just over three months ago when he was laid up in bed with a head cold. Bruce’s tone was almost sheepish, as was the cute curl of his smile, and he continued on, awkwardly standing in Tony’s doorway with a breakfast tray in hand. “I’m sure this is a little different than hers—it can be hard to pin down an exact recipe—but... I hope it helps anyway.”

And it had. Not only had the hot soup soothed his throat and sinuses, but it had also reminded Tony of those few precious memories from his early childhood, of his mother spoon-feeding him while he feigned embarrassment, of the rare days he skipped school and stayed home with her, his father nowhere in sight.

She had been similar, his mother. Like Bruce, she could stand in front of the stove all day, pouring her heart into her cooking. Her culinary skills unfortunately hadn’t been passed down to Tony, but he’d still tried, every year on her birthday and on Mother’s Day, to make her something at least partially edible.

It had been a long while since Tony had attempted to cook anything, but he figured a first date was a special enough occasion to break out the Carbonell recipe book and give it the ol’ college try.

— — —

Less than an hour later, Tony was scraping burnt pasta off the bottom of the pan, the smoke detector beeping loudly and insistently above him.

So loudly, in fact, that he didn’t hear the elevator doors open with a ding just down the hall.

“Christ,” Tony muttered, dropping the charred pan into the sink and dousing it with water. Thankfully—surprisingly—his cooking hadn’t started a fire quite yet, but it sure had been a close thing.

It was almost funny, really. The one time Tony could actually use DUM-E‘s help with an extinguisher and the poor bot was holed up in the workshop.

“JARVIS, think you can help me out a little here?”

“With the smoke alarm, I’d be happy to,” JARVIS replied, much too cheerily, and a second later the beeping finally stopped. “With your cooking, I’m not so sure.”

Tony rolled his eyes at that. “Always the confidence boost I need, J.”

It was only a meek knock on the doorframe leading into the kitchen that turned Tony’s attention away from the sink, spinning around to face Bruce. His tweed blazer was just a size too big, and that dark purple button-up he brought out for special occasions peeked out from underneath. Despite his casual lean against the doorframe, there was a hint of concern in his gaze as he assessed the scene in front of him. “Hi,” he said, with that adorably awkward smile that Tony always wanted to kiss right off his face. “Um, is now a bad time? I know I’m a bit early, but if we have reservations or anything, I figured—”

“No, no, you’re right on time,” Tony assured, offering a dazzling grin to distract from the mess lining the countertop behind him: the dirty dishes piling out of the sink, the open jars and boxes, the scraps of ingredients thrown around.

It didn’t seem to work as well as he’d hoped, because Bruce’s only response was a dubious and slightly confused look.

For a moment, Tony seriously considered dropping the whole homemade meal idea and never mentioning it again, but Bruce had been honest with him when arranging the date—honest about his dislike of expensive, high-end restaurants, about his general nervousness dating with the Hulk now a large part of his life—and Tony figured it was only fair to extend the same courtesy.

“Okay, confession time: I’m not a good cook. Like, at all,” Tony started, leaning back against the counter and letting out an exhale. “But I was trying to make you dinner because I know you weren’t into the whole fancy-schmancy restaurant idea, and... long story short, nothing is edible anymore, which is kinda turning my plans upside-down.” His grin curled into one of mild embarrassment. “So, instead, we’re gonna have to improvise a little here. I’m thinking maybe we grab some pizza from that hole-in-the-wall hipster place across the street. I hear they have those wood-fired ovens — and plenty of vegetarian options. Whaddya say?”

Tony had been hoping they could breeze past this without dwelling too much on the mess or his clear lack of culinary proficiency, but with the way Bruce was glancing curiously around at the pots and pans laying out, it seemed less and less likely by the second.

Tony started not to mind so much, though, when a fond little smile tugged at the other’s lips. “You tried to cook for me,” Bruce murmured to himself, like he was still processing the sheer thought of it.

“Well, try is the operative word there. Certainly didn’t succeed.”

“What were you trying to make?”

“Aglio e olio,” Tony admitted, a surprising heat rising to his cheeks. “It’s only, like, three ingredients. The recipe said to add in some red pepper flakes to make it more fiery, but I didn’t think they were being literal.”

At that, Bruce’s soft smile broke into a much bigger, much looser grin, and he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Well,” he said, slipping out of his jacket and throwing it over one of the stools lined up at the kitchen island. Bruce rolled up his sleeves, and already, he looked much more comfortable than he had a couple minutes ago, his general shyness falling away as it was quickly replaced with the dexterity and determination that Tony often saw in the lab. “As much as I love a nice wood-fired pizza, I don’t think a homemade dinner is off the table just yet. Aglio e olio, I can teach you,” he suggested lightly.

And even though Tony would’ve been happy to never touch a pan again in his life after the harrowing experience he’d just had five minutes ago, he had a pretty hard time denying Bruce anything, especially when he turned those soft puppy-dog eyes on him. Not only that, but it was pretty sweet of Bruce to offer in the first place. Despite the fact that he liked to cook for other people, rarely ever did Tony see him cook with anybody, and it warmed his heart to know that Bruce was willing to share something so personal with him.

“I don’t know, I think I might just be a hopeless case,” Tony said, though his tone was more teasing than anything.

His efforts at playing coy were rewarded with a fond eye-roll.

“Oh come on. Cooking’s like a science — a little bit of chemistry, a little bit of physics,” Bruce continued on, casting a knowing smile over at Tony. He did a walk-through of the kitchen, pulling all the ingredients and supplies he needed from the mess around the room. “I have a feeling you’ll get the hang of it pretty quickly, with some practice.”

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “Using science against me. You sure know the way to my heart, Banner,” he said.

Bruce’s smile softened as he gently set everything down on the island—a couple of half-full boxes of pasta, a bottle of olive oil, a clean pot—before sneaking another ridiculously fond glance over at Tony. “And you know the way to mine.”

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nolanfa · 1 year

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Avengers bodies poster series: Steve. (Art on AO3 here)(tag for the whole series here)

This picture because: What makes him special in the eyes of the world is his serumed blood (hence the blood). He’s sometimes been written as passively suicidal (hence the blood on the forearm specifically). He fights, close-range, and punches people (hence the arm/hand, and the blood, because he hurts others, and he gets hurt, using his hands)

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[Image Description: On a dark blue ink-textured background, an arm hanging down in white lines, red blood dripping from its fingers. There is a white star around a drop of falling blood. ]

fill for @steverogersbingo’s prompt “Project Rebirth” (because project rebirth is the serum and the serum is in his blood)

fill for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Title: Avengers bodies poster series: Steve Rating: SFW Medium: digital art Square filled: I1 - Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney; because that’s such a Steve song.

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buckybeardreams · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Spin the Bottle, Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Friends to Lovers, Light Angst, Sharing a Bed, Misunderstandings, Getting Together Summary:

It was just a stupid game of spin the bottle, but it might be the push they needed to finally do something about their feelings.

Natasha oohed suggestively when the bottle landed on Steve, and Steve blushed. Bucky swallowed hard, the alcohol buzzing in his veins and his dick twitching at the thought of finally getting his lips on Steve's. They'd been best friends since kindergarten, but even though Steve came out as gay last year and Bucky came out as bi in eighth grade, they'd never done anything before.

It wasn't out of lack of attraction, either, but there was always that fear that stopped them, that fear that things could be awkward afterwards. And what if they did date and then it ended badly? They could lose what they had, and their friendship had always mattered more than any fantasies or boners.

Now, though… Now they were drunk and being provided with the perfect opportunity to indulge in their horny teenage desires to feel each other in a way that definitely crossed the line of just friends.

"Yeah! Get it!" Clint called out when Bucky reached across the circle to pull Steve closer.

"Bucky… We don't have to—" Steve rushed out, his cheeks burning. "It's just a stupid game."

Bucky licked his lips, nodding slowly.

"I know, but I want to."

And then his lips were on Steve's, and Steve melted into him, whimpering into his mouth. There were playful catcalls and teasing encouragement from their friends that have been urging them to date for years.

"B–Bucky!" Steve squeaked when Bucky pulled back.

Bucky's hand was on the back of his neck, holding him close, a long moment passing where they were just staring into each other's eyes before Sam rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'm happy you two are finally making out, but if you wanna eyefuck, you can take that shit upstairs. This game is for watching your friends shove their tongues down each other's throats, not stare longingly into each other's eyes. You can take that romantic bullshit elsewhere."

Bucky chuckled, releasing Steve and settling back in his spot.

Steve blinked, dazed as the game progressed.

When it reached his turn, he met Bucky's eyes, then bit his lip and pushed up to his feet.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night."

"What? Don't be lame, Stevie!" Bucky complained. "Spin the damn bottle!"

Steve shook his head.

"Nah, m'good."

Bucky groaned, scrambling up after him when Steve walked off. He snatched Steve's wrist.

"Hey, wait up!"

Steve stopped, glancing back at him.

"You're not gonna be weird about this, right? It was just a kiss, Steve."

Steve looked down at his feet, feeling his heart ache at those words.

"I know it was, and I'm not being weird. I'm just tired, that's all. Go have fun, Buck."

Bucky watched him walk away, watched him stumble up the stairs, just a little bit intoxicated. Steve had never been particularly coordinated, though, so alcohol really fucked with his ability to stay upright.

Bucky cursed, glancing back at their friends that had already moved on with their party game, before shaking his head and following after Steve. Steve was face down on Bucky's bed when he entered the room. His parents were out of town, so he hosted this week's drink-until-life-isn't-shit party.

"You okay there, Stevie?" Bucky teased, poking at him.

"Fuck off," Steve grumbled, shifting just enough that Bucky could fit on the bed next to him.

Bucky laughed, shimmying out of his jeans and tugging at Steve's. Steve didn't even bat an eye at it. Bucky was always doing stuff like this, looking out for him, so it wasn't anything new to have Bucky undress him.

Bucky smacked his ass, and Steve grunted.

"Move it, Rogers. You're not sleeping on the covers all night."

Steve grumbled and complained but wriggled his way under the sheets, and Bucky slipped in behind him, tugging him close.

"Night, Stevie," Bucky murmured in his ear.

"Your boner is poking at my ass," Steve mumbled, wriggling for emphasis.

Bucky snorted, rocking his hips forward in retaliation.

"It just really likes you," Bucky teased.

Steve rolled his eyes.

"I hate you."

"Shut up and go to sleep, brat."

Steve huffed but fell silent.

That week on Monday, Bucky sat down next to Steve at lunch, just like he always did.

"Hey, Stevie, how'd your algebra test go?"

Steve picked at his water bottle label nervously for a moment before turning to Bucky and blurting out, "Will you go with me to the spring fling?"

Bucky blinked at him.

"What?"

Steve blushed bright red, shaking his head and shoving up to his feet.

"N–Nevermind, it was stupid."

Bucky snagged his wrist, pulling him back.

"Hey, wait a minute—Don't just walk away," Bucky protested. "You can't just say something like that and then up and leave, Steve!"

Steve swallowed hard, staring at his feet.

"I know, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

"Is this about that kiss? It was just a stupid game, Stevie—"

"I know it was—"

"And I thought we agreed it was just a kiss."

"We did! It was! I don't know why I said anything!"

Bucky sighed, rubbing his hand over his face.

"I'm not taking you to a school dance, Stevie. School dances are lame."

Steve's heart sank, and he felt sick, but he swallowed down the lump in his throat and blinked away tears.

"Right, of course, they are. Like I said, it was stupid."

"Yeah, it was," Bucky agreed, nodding. "I'll take you to get a milkshake this weekend, though, and then we can go see Terminator cos you're a freak and have never seen it."

Steve looked up at him in surprise.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I'll pick you up at eight; Saturday," Bucky decided, nodding. "How's that sound?"

Steve nodded dumbly, staring at Bucky wordlessly.

Bucky cleared his throat, tugging on Steve's wrist.

"Sit down, freak."

Steve swallowed, taking his seat next to Bucky. All throughout lunch, Steve couldn't focus on anything their friends were saying. He just kept stealing glances at Bucky, who very resolutely didn't stare back, but Bucky stopped him by the lockers before class. His eyes raked over Steve suggestively, making Steve's cheeks burn hot and his blood rush down south.

"Lookin' good, Rogers," Bucky teased, smirking and pulling him in for a kiss.

Steve froze for a moment before melting into it like putty in Bucky's hands.

"See ya after class, babe," Bucky told him with a wink, leaving him standing there breathlessly.

Steve's fingers lifted to his lips, still tingly from their kiss, and he blushed an even brighter shade of red, giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush. And when he showed up for class with a huge grin on his face, Sam just laughed and shook his head.

Steve couldn't wait until the weekend came.

@steverogersbingo

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every-marveler-ever · 2 years

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Dancing Away

Flufftober Day 25 | @flufftober | First Dance

Marvel Fluff Bingo 2022 Round 4 | 😒 @marvelfluffbingo | Highschool AU

Avenger Bingo Round 3 | 🛡️ @avengersbingo | Childhood Sweethearts

masterlist :: (ao3 link)

Dancing is sought of their things, from highschool dances, to rehearsals, to slow-paced on their porch while the night sky illuminates them. | james 'bucky' barnes/sam wilson

flufftober 2022 | mfb 🛏️ round 4 | avb 🛡️ round 3

“Sam Wilson,” Bucky stands in front of his boyfriend smiling wide, flowers in hand, asking the most important question in high school history, “will you be my date to prom?” It’s cheesy and next to him Steve is holding a huge poster board with the phrase ‘prom would be unbearable without you,’ it’s then that Sam notices the small teddy bear in the bouquet Bucky is holding.

“Yes, you idiot,” and they kiss in the middle of the cafeteria dancing around each other, with no music, almost like they’ve already begun practising.

Meeting Sam Wilson Bucky immediately realised he was in love with the boy. He came home the day after kindergarten laying on the couch, fainting in love, telling his dads all about the cute boy that taught him how to dance.

Sam Wilson felt the same when he met Bucky, “you put your hand here,” toddler Sam manipulated Bucky’s hand the way that his mum had shown him. Sam’s mum was a ballroom dancer and from when he was little all Sam could remember was being in a dance studio watching the ballerinas, tap dancers, ballroom dance, and all the other styles that he was obsessed with.

Teaching Bucky to dance actually realised his passion for football in a weird way, but he still loves to go watch Sam dance when he can. Bucky is in the front row for every, concert, show, exam, etc. Because dancing is important to them and he loves the fact that Sam loves it so much.

It might be a high school dance, dancing by themselves on their porch slow and steady or fast-paced dancing to no music while in the kitchen doing a million things at once.

It’s wonderful and theirs.

Cards:

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sadbi-hours · 2 years

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Title: { https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPdpSnp2H/?k=1 }

Warnings: N/A

Image Credits: Banners made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images

Rating: SFW

Medium: Video/Fanvid and moodboard

Summary/Description: Chris Evans as Nomad Steve 'Captain America' Rogers in Avengers: Infinity Wars (2018)

A/N: I added a little of my two favorite Steve Roger's ships in the moodboard. Credit goes to #cscenepacks on Instagram, who's packs I've using to make fanvids.

Created for @ultimatechrisbingo: B2- Free Space, @anyfandomangstbingo: O1- Broken Dreams, @mfbingo: Prompt- G2-Angst, @herohardshipsbingo: N3- Free Space, and @steverogersbingo : C3- Free Space

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samsseptember · 9 months

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Samtember 2023 Calendar, Rules, and Guidelines!

Hi, Sam Wilson Nation! It's that time of year again when we all get together to celebrate our beloved Sam Wilson's birth month. That's right, it's ✰samtember2023✰ !!! 🎉

As per usual, the event will be running from Friday, September 1st to Saturday, September 30th and there will be prompts set for each day:

Fluff/Family Week (and Two Days):

September 1 - Free Space

September 2 - First Flight | Riley

September 3 - Delacroix | Louisana

September 4 - Siblings | Uncle Sam

September 5 - Fishing | Camping

September 6 - Day Off | Vacation

September 7 - Memories | The Future

September 8 - Figaro | Sick Day

September 9 - Carnival | King of Mardi Gras

Captain America Week:

September 10 - Cap Quartet 2.0 | Mission Fic

September 11 - Workout | Team Training

September 12 - Shield | Legacy

September 13 - Interview | Rumor

September 14 - Magic | Multiverse

September 15 - Undercover | Amnesia

September 16 - Night Out | Madripoor

AU Week:

September 17 - Wings | Angel

September 18 - Western AU | Cowboy

September 19 - Celebrity AU | Royalty AU

September 20 - Bird Telepathy | Redwing

September 21 - Zombie AU | Apocalypse AU

September 22 - Hurt/Comfort | Disaster Fic

September 23 - Birthday 🎂🧁

Canon Week:

September 24 - In the Air Force | Time in D.C.

September 25 - Part-Time Avenger | On the Run

September 26 - Working for Fury | Wakanda

September 27 - Post-Blip | TFATWS

September 28 - Post-TFATWS | Meanwhile, On the Boat

September 29 - Uniform | Cap Suit

September 30 - Sam Wilson

We have opened a collection on AO3 that can be found here, or by typing samtember2023 in the add to collections option.

You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2023 or tag this blog @samsseptember - works will be reblogged every day throughout the month.

Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with!

What works count for this fan event?

Any of the following count:

fanfic

podfic

fanart

gifsets

photosets / moodboards

graphics

Haikus

videos / edits

playlists

Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you!

The rest of the FAQ and rules are under the cut.

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a Sam Wilson fan event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on for the month. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all 30 prompts at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single day in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Should the work I make be Sam Wilson-centric?

Yes. You can make a gen work or a piece with any ship with Sam Wilson in it, but the main focus should be Sam Wilson.

How long will this event run?

It will run from September 1st to September 30th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There will be! They will come out daily.

Do I have to post my fic for the prompt on the day of the prompt?

You can if you'd like, but it's okay if you post a piece on a day other than the day of the prompt.

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the event?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to tag @samsseptember in the post as well as #samtember2023.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re using (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to The Samtember Collection (under Samtember2023).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets or photosets, at least 3 gifs or photos.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 10 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift” and “Sam Wilson is a Saint”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Samtember 2023 works!

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mostly-marvel-musings · 2 years

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Don’t leave me

Summary: You and Steve spend what could be your last night together.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F! Reader

Square filled: ‘Don’t leave me, please.’

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, but also angst.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Written for @avengersbingo . A smutty angsty piece for Mr. Rogers.

There was a dreadful silence that fell over the room as Steve finished his speech, crossing his arms over his chest with finalty, lips set in a thin line as he let the words sink in.

This was it.

The final battle, the only way to put an end to it all. It was the best chance you had to bring back all those lost in the blip and defeat Thanos for good.

“Have a good night’s sleep everyone. Tomorrow’s battle is ours, we have the chance to make things right and we’re going to win. Whatever it takes.”

You had to give it to him, if there was anyone who could boost the morale of the team, it was Steve Rogers.

As the team dispersed, your eyes met across the table, a whirlpool of emotions ran through them. His piercing blue gaze sharp with determination but also desire. Desire to hold you in his arms once more for he feared it could be for the last time.

You stood up tentatively, making your way towards the door before glancing back at Steve, who was already making a beeline for you, his pace hurried and determined. Nat suggested everybody gather for dinner but you had other plans.

“I’m not necessarily hungry for food right now.” You reached up on your tiptoes to whisper into Steve’s ears, a flash of lust unmistakable in his eyes as he grabbed you by your elbow and headed towards your bedroom.

The door shut with a soft click as you switched on the lights and let him in, any words you were about to utter got swallowed as Steve wasted no time in capturing your lips in his. The kiss had urgency, one you had been feeling for a while now, his tongue traced your lips tenderly, as if remembering every little detail. Your mouths molded together perfectly, tasting and exploring each other, breathing in the familiarities as your hands found themselves behind Steve’s neck.

“Jump.”

Steve whispered against your skin urgently, grabbing the back of your thighs as you wrapped them around him and carried you towards the bed.

You half expected him to throw you on the bed like he had several times in the past, instead he gently lay you on your back, staying close as he caged you between his broader frame, pulling back to reveal those beautiful baby blues now darkened with lust. Your hands cupped his face, eyes adoring his features while your breaths mingled.

“Steve…”

“I know. This isn’t goodbye.” He murmured.

“Better not be. You are coming back to me after tomorrow, yes?”

His fingers carded through your hair, eyes shut momentarily as he leaned his forehead to yours remaining silent at your question.

He silenced your imminent words by slanting his lips on yours in a searing kiss, one that elicited a moan that got drowned in his mouth as his groin brushed against yours, lightly teasing.

His tongue implored and battled with yours, bruising your lips with palpable urgency and need. With deft fingers, he peeled your top away and discarded it without a second glance, following suit with your pants. Steve stopped your attempts of unhooking your bra, instead grabbed your wrists and planted them above your head firmly.

“I got you baby. I got you.”

His hot breath sent tingles down your spine as he nuzzled his face against yours, casting your bra aside to reveal your breasts. Kneading them with his free hand, his fingers toyed with your nipples causing them to harden into aroused buds.

“My (Y/N/N), so beautiful.”

He continued mapping your skin, wanting to remember every curve that he explored, wanting to record every little sound you made as his hand travelled south, dipping inside your panties to feel your core. Your skin felt alive as Steve’s fingers touched your moist folds, gently prodding to reveal your bundle of nerves, swallowing your moans he teased your clit by rubbing his thumb in circles, achingly slow with his pace, chuckling when your hips lifted off the bed to gain more contact.

Arousal gathered between your legs as he relentlessly teased your lower lips, applying the right amount of pressure to your clit while adding a finger inside your tight heat, grunting as your walls welcomed him.

“Steve…”

“Patience, sweetheart. I’m going to take care of you.”

He nipped at your skin, kissing down your neck languidly as he took a second to rid you off your panties, assuming the stroking and stretching of your walls once more, preparing you for him.

With your wrists locked in his grip, there wasn’t much you could do except surrender to the sweet torture, arch your back each time his fingers massaged your walls and beg for more as your cries filled the room.

The coil in your belly was beginning to tighten with every passing second and Steve could sense it but he had other plans.

His fingers retracted from your entrance to undo his pants and boxers instead and join your pile of clothing, he let you watch as he gave his length a few lazy pumps before lining up, slipping only the tip inside to gather your arousal.

There was only a second to spare before Steve entered you, your walls welcoming his sizeable length as they stretched and burned, a low grunt echoing from his chest after he bottomed out.

‘I am going to miss this.’ He thought to himself, being sheathed in your warmth, watching your beautiful face contorted in pleasure as you took him, the way your body accommodated and accepted him as if you were meant to be.

“Steve please.”

You begged breathlessly, wanting your arms to be around him as he fucked you. This time he let go, letting his arms rest on either side, caging you in between as he pulled out and gently pushed back in, setting an unhurried pace, letting you feel all of him.

With every slow thrust, you felt the ridges and veins on his cock, pushing into you and stoking the fire that burned deep within your belly.

As Steve worshipped every inch of your skin, he couldn’t push down the lump that formed in his throat. His heart felt heavy with the decision he had made, one that he hadn’t shared with anyone, especially you for he knew you’d be heartbroken.

He wished to remember you like this, happy and beautiful, and he wanted to leave you with one last happy memory of the two of you together.

Steve loved you with all his heart, and yet the urge to make things right overpowered that love. There was no other way.

“Steve, look at me.” You whispered, pulling his face close to yours, almost reading his thoughts as his eyes fluttered open, revealing all the love he held in them laced with anguish.

“I love you.”

Three simple words that broke his heart into a million pieces because he couldn’t bring himself up to say it back.

Instead, he quietly whispered your name as his hand caressed your face, dipping his head down to capture your lips once more.

He maneuvered you in bed so you lay on your stomach, pulling your hips up and parting your cheeks to enter you once again.

“Grab the headboard for me, will ya?”

A hand splayed over your back, Steve impaled you with his cock, his pace picking up as you held onto the headboard as instructed, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

The coil tightened in your belly as his cock brushed against your spot every time, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your mewls drove him mad as he felt your thighs tremble and shake, bringing his fingers over to tease your bundle of nerves, he knew just how to push you over the edge.

His hips faltered as your walls clenched over his cock, spasming as your orgasm washed over you and you came, crying out his name, your body shuddering under him.

You barely registered his cock twitching inside you until you felt warm cum filling you up, his hot breath fanned against your ear, shallow and irregular as your sweaty bodies fell against the plush mattress.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).”

Steve murmured, still out of breath as he wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you to his chest, burying his face in your neck to breathe you in.

“Then don’t leave me, please.”

You choked on a sob that escaped involuntarily, your body curling into his as he gently caressed your arms in attempts to soothe you.

You knew him too well, he couldn’t lie to you even if he tried. He would sacrifice everything for a mission, even if it meant breaking your heart and his own to save the world.

“Get some sleep, sweetheart. I’m right here.” He whispered, shutting his eyes to let a few stray tears escape as he held you.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, wrapped in Steve’s arms and yet he had felt so distant.

Exhausted, you didn’t realise when sleep took over or when Steve untangled himself from you right as the morning rays lightened the horizon. He glanced at you one last time, watching you sleep so peacefully made him hate himself for doing this to you.

Careful not to wake you, he pressed his lips to your forehead one final time and covered you with a blanket. Quietly he returned to his room and pulled out the compass with Peggy Carter’s photo, the woman he never stopped loving, the woman he was meant to be with, whom he was returning to.

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Scavenger Hunt - Kinktober 27

Summary: Curses are no fun. Right?

Pairing: Winchesters (Dean, Sam, John) x fem!Reader (no Wincest)

Kink: unuasual sex toys & foursome

Rating: Explicit

Square filled for @spndeanbingo (expired): Threesome

Square 20 filled for @spnkinkbingo: Sex Toys

Warnings: angst, language, curses, hunt gone wrong, misuse of random objects, orgy, more-some, creampie, fuck or die situation, smut, unprotected sex, protected sex (kinda :)) voyeurism, oral sex (male rec), fingering, p in v, dirty talk, groping, taking turns, needy Winchesters & reader, dubcon on both ends due to a curse, 18+ only

Words: 2,3 k

Kinktober 2022

2022 SPN KINK BINGO masterlist

2021 SPN Dean Bingo masterlist

A/N: special thanks go to @moosekateer13 for the idea.

Something went wrong. Terribly wrong.

It should’ve been an easy hunt. It could’ve been an easy hunt. It would’ve been an easy hunt - if not for the witch wanting to avenge her fallen sisters.

“Fucking witches,” Dean almost growls as you try to reach your cars. “Y/N, your car is still at the motel. You need to drive with dad or us.”

“The Impala is closer,” you are out of breath. Not only from running away from the witch but the heat spreading through your body. You know, the unnatural kind of heat.

“What did she throw at us?” John calls for Sam. “Sammy? Did you understand the spell? I couldn’t hear a thing. My ears were ringing from the beating I took from her.”

“Getting slammed into a wall like eight times is no fun,” you flash John a smirk.

The eldest Winchester and you usually are at each other’s throats. He doesn’t like that you and his sons became good friends over the years.

“No shit, Sherlock,” John retorts. “Get in that fucking car and shut your mouth or I-“

“Don’t think I follow your orders as your boys do, Winchester,” Dean must wrap his arms around you to keep you from jumping at his father.

“Sweetheart, we got no time. Whatever the witch threw at us, makes my blood boil. I don’t feel good. I’m too hot, and I can tell my heart races.”

“Same,” Sam and John say in unison.

“We should head back to town and find out what the fuck the witch did to us.”

“Hot. I’m so fucking hot,” you whine as Dean tries to not look at your sweat-soaked shirt. Your nipples fight the wet fabric, and he has the urge to tug at the peppled nubs.

“No. you can’t do this, Dean. Get a hold of yourself,” the hunter husks under his breath. “She’s your friend. Don’t mess things up with her.”

“What did you say?” you kick your shoes off, and already tug at your soaked shirt. “I need a shower. I call dips on all the hot water.”

“Like hell,” John gives you a dark look.

“Shit, my panties are soaked. Can you have a look at them for me?” Sam whips his head toward you. You plopped down on the bed and spread your legs to give the hunters a good look at your soaked underwear. “Sammy?”

“I-uh,” the youngest Winchester stammers.

Sam was the first to have a shower and now, you shamelessly ogle his chest and legs. A white towel hangs loosely around his hips, leaving little to nothing to your imagination as his raging hard cock strains against the worn-out fabric.

“I’m so hot, Sammy. Can you help me out?”

“Doll, stop seducing my son,” John mutters. He cups his groin, groaning and whining as he feels like his cock is about to burst through his pants. “Something is wrong with us.”

“That fucking witch,” Dean slowly walks toward the bed to get a better look at your ruined panties. “I can’t even focus. Fuck, Y/N. I can smell your pussy.”

“Maybe we should get another room to, you know,” Sam drops his eyes to his crotch, “take care of the problem at hand. We can talk about the witch later.”

“Sex—curse,” you wiggle and groan. It’s a struggle to think straight. It feels like your lower half is on fire, and your senses work on overload. “She—we…we need to fuck it out of our system.”

“Sex…curse,” while you try to tell the Winchesters you heard about sex curses before, Dean crawls between your legs to sniff at your clothed pussy.

“Son, get ahold of yourself. We need to stay focused…” John fights his raging hard-on. He can’t give in and end up fucking his son’s friend. “Sammy, any ideas?”

John looks at his usually book-smart son. “I can feel the pulse in my cock. My dick is screaming for her cunt. I want to pound it like there is no tomorrow.”

Sam grits his teeth. “I-I think she used sex pollen on us. Nasty stuff,” you roll onto your belly to rob toward the edge of the bed. “We need to get off. If we don’t want to fuck each other, we should use something…anything…”

“I got a banana,” Sam already unzips his bag to get the banana out. “We could use it to get Y/N off.”

“And we use a sock or what?” Dean moves a little closer to you again. “Fine, give me that banana and one of the condoms I know you are hiding in your bag. I’m gonna fuck her with that banana.”

“No! It’s my banana! If anyone fucks her using it, it’s gonna be me,” Sam protests.

“Boys, no fighting,” John is about to give in to the curse and just claim your body in front of his sons.

“Fucking do something,” you roll back onto your back and push your panties down. “I need something inside of me. I don’t care if it’s a banana or your cock, Sammy.”

“Shit…I gotta go,” almost ripping the door out of its hinges, John leaves the room. He slams the door shut with a loud thud. “Fuck. Take a deep breath, John. You can’t fuck her…no…”

“Sam, give me that,” Dean snatches the banana out of Sam’s hands to roll a condom over the fruit. “We need to get Y/N off before we take care of our problem.”

“Where’s J-John,” you cup your tits.

“Outside…gone,” Dean runs the banana up and down your folds. He holds his breath while pushing the fruit inside. “Fuck, it just slipped inside, Sammy.”

“Give me that thing. It’s not a cock, but fuck it,” you rock your hips, fucking yourself on the banana. “I need to cum…fuck it out of my body.”

“OH GOD,” Sam turns away to look for anything helpful to get you off. If he doesn’t look away, he’ll just pounce on you and fuck you into the cheap mattress. “Maybe I find something else to help Y/N.”

“Look inside my bag. Uh-I got a lot of stuff in there.”

“I won’t touch your bag, jerk. I don’t know what’s living inside of it,” Sam complains while you move your hips a little faster.

“That’s not enough.”

Frustrated. Horny. Overheated.

You look at Dean, silently begging him to give you more than a pitiful fruit. He tries his best to make you cum, but it’s no use.

“Sammy, she needs more!”

“Wait, I’ll have a look inside her bag,” Sam unzips your bag. He throws random things all over the room until he finds your electric toothbrush. “Maybe this one?”

Sam holds up your toothbrush. “No, not good enough, Dean.”

Angrily pushing against Dean’s shoulder with your foot, you force Dean to stop moving the banana in and out of you.

“She’s getting angrier per minute,” growling Dean looks at your slicked sex when he slides the banana out of your cunt. He throws it over his shoulder, almost hitting Sam’s head.

“Hey! Watch out,” the younger brother mutters. “Electric toothbrush, yes or no?” Sam furrows his brows as he looks at you. “Y/N?”

You consider Sam’s offer. Your body hurts like hell, and you are a dripping mess. If you don’t get off soon, you won’t be responsible for what will happen.

“Boys, I’m back,” John stumbles back inside the room. He changed into sweatpants to give his throbbing length a little more, let’s call it space. “I got this.”

He throws a plastic bag onto the bed huffing as you immediately jolt up on the bed. “What’s this?” you rip the bag open to reveal all kinds of sex toys. “Dildos, a vibrating egg, oh, a fake vagina,” you giggle as John makes an odd noise.

“We all need to get off while we still go a functional brain. I can tell, on my way back I was about to fuck my car to get the needed release,” the eldest hunter groans. “I had to jerk off three times.”

“We are no better,” Dean wipes his sweaty forehead. “I mean, being close to Y/N helped a little but I can only think about fucking her.”

“Handcuffs too?” you hold the handcuffs up, smirking darkly at John. “Fluffy ones. I always knew you are a kinky bastard, daddy.”

“Daddy?” John husks but shakes his head. “I asked Castiel for help. He said something about sex pollen and a sex curse. It can only be broken with…”

“SEX, SEX, SEX!” you roll off the bed to run toward John. “Get out of your fucking clothes. All of you. You want to feel better, fuck me like men!”

“Doll, I-“ John licks his lips when you hook your fingers into the elastic of his sweatpants. “I’m too old for you.”

“You’ve got a dick, I got a cunt. We can fuck,” you state. “Now, who’s going to fuck me now?”

It was a matter of a few hours before your hands were cuffed behind your back and your body filled with cocks. Winchester cocks.

You are lost. The curse took over.

Pushing. Pulling. Groping. There is nothing else but the need to get off, and filled.

You are a ragdoll between the brothers. Dean roughly takes you from behind, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip while his younger brother makes you choke on his length.

John slowly strokes his cock. He is the last one standing. But he’s slowly losing the fight. The moment one of his sons will slip out of you, he’ll fuck you too.

“Fuck her harder,” John’s eyes are almost black as he watches Dean slap your thigh. “Sammy, make her choke on your cock.”

“I-fuck. Just shut up,” Sam jerks his head toward his father. His eyes lack any emotion but lust. “She’s sucking my dick so good.”

You moan around Sam, all the while pressing your tongue to the pulsing vein. Damn it, you are always had a thing for big cocks and the brothers didn’t promise you too much when they said you will feel them for days.

“Fuck, she’s going to cum,” cupping your tits, Dean tease your nipples with his thumbs. “Come on, sweetheart. Squeeze this dick.”

You’d like to tell him to shut up, but Sam’s cock won’t let you. All you can do is push back onto Dean’s cock and let the hunters have their way with you.

“That’s it…fuck…I’m going to cum,” Sam loses himself in your mouth. He shoots his seed down your throat, wincing as he feels guilt grip his heart the moment his high lets his body seize up. He slips out of you, watching his cum run down your chin. “Y/N…shit. What did we do?”

“Harder,” you tell Dean. “I need to cum, Dean.”

“Do as she said,” John takes Sam’s place to press his cock against your lips. “Open up, doll. Make daddy’s cock wet for your cunt.”

“Shit—fuck!”

You fall. Hard. Fast.

“She’s just…” Dean jerks his hips two, three more times into your ass before you feel hot ropes of cum fill your womb. “Sweetheart.”

Dean, just like his brother before suddenly feels the weight of their action hit him.

“No…we…”

He carefully pulls out of your still pulsing cunt. “Let me make it even better,” you eagerly grab John’s cock to stroke him. “I want you on the bed, legs spread for me.”

You jump onto the bed and spread your legs for John.

John lost the fight the moment his eyes dropped to your cunt stuffed with his son’s cock. He crawls between your legs and pushes inside of your well-fucked cunt.

“Shit, you’re still so tight, even though, Dean fucked you so good and spread your little pussy out for us,” John smirks darkly. “I always wanted to fuck you like a whore.”

“Do it,” you challenge. “Fuck me like a man, daddy…”

He grips your thighs to put your legs over his hips. John is not a gentle lover. Just like his sons before, he starts to pump into you without giving you time to adjust to his thick length.

John watches you claw at the sheets. You throw your head from one side to the other, moaning and screaming as you try to focus on the pleasure John brings you, not the fact that the man using you to get off hates you.

“Fuck, that pussy, doll,” he speeds up, hips crashing into yours with every deep thrust. “I’m going to make it mine.”

“Dream on, Sir,” Sam and Dean watch their father stuff your pussy with his cock. Over and over again. “Shit, she’s making the cutest noises while getting fucked.”

“Dean!”

“What, Sammy? You are watching her get fucked too.”

“Daddy…John…oh yes,” you arch your back when you cum again. “Fuck…so good…”

“Yes, cum for daddy,” he pumps into you, long after his seed joins Dean’s cum in your womb. John doesn’t stop. Unlike his sons, he doesn’t feel guilt. He finally got what he always wanted. You wrapped around him. “Fuck, you are perfect, doll. I’ll never not fuck you from now on.”

“Guys, I’m good,” after the Winchesters took turns for almost the whole night, you finally felt the influence of the curse wears off.

“No…no, uh-we were rough, and you need the rest,” Dean spoons you from behind and wraps you in a hug. “We are sorry for what happened. Please believe us, none of us would ever take advantage of you.”

“Can you ever forgive us?” Sam runs his hand over your head.

“Boys, we had the dirtiest and kinkiest sex of our lives. I think Y/N enjoyed herself as much as we did,” John smirks as you push against his chest. He tried to massage your feet but tickled your foot instead. “Right, baby doll.”

“I’m not sure, daddy,” you batt your eyelashes. “Maybe you can convince me that you like me if we can do it again…”

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trixicbean · 2 years

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if you kiss me will it be just like i dreamed it?

prompt: fake dating

fury sends natasha and maria on a mission which apparently only they could do. unfortunately, it doesn't involve anything they are used to like guns, fighting or infiltrating an enemy nation or agency instead it involved pretending to be a couple and slow dancing for a night.

aka the one where natasha and maria fake date (at least for some of it)

“Call Romanoff in,” Fury walked into her office, no knock, no warning, no nothing.

“Nice to see you too,” Maria quipped sarcastically to her boss, “I’ve had a very good day, thank you for asking.”

“Emergency mission,” he dropped a file on her desk, “I need you and Romanoff to take it and leave tonight.”

Maria opened the file, looking at the first page absent-mindedly as she picked up the phone to call Natasha. “Hey Commander,” she picked up on the first ring, a little out of breath as she spoke.

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 11 days

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Thor, Hulk/Thor Characters: Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Hulk (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Christine Everhart, Frost Giants Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Established Loki/Tony Stark, Established Bruce Banner/Thor, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Jotunn | Frost Giant, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Implied/Referenced Sex, Humor, Sexual Humor Language: English Collections: Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2022 (Round 1), Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2023, Marvel Rare Pair Bingo 2024 Published: 2024-04-19 Words: 1,289 Chapters: 1/1

Summary: When three rogue Frost Giants show up in Central Park, turn it into a mini and temporary Jotunheim, Thor and Tony do their part in the fight by encouraging their boyfriends…by ogling and thirsty commentary.

This came about by two influences. The first being this Tumblr post and this prompt:

"He's a monster!" "He's a hot monster, though."

And one of my tougher to figure out Bingo Squares for the @marvelrarepairbingo: B2: That’ll never happen again.

This is utter indulgent silliness.

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Do Not Disturb

Steve Rogers x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: Cuddles

Summary: Steve's exhausted and a little run down with the hero business lately. Thankfully, he has Y/N to come home to and cuddle with. And they're not going to let ANYBODY interrupt what little rest Steve gets.

Word Count: 1,054

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I flipped to the next page of my book, trying to block out the noise and focus on the story as someone came into the living room. I'd been trying to finish the newest book in my favorite series for a while, and I'd decided to do so on the couch in the living room of Avengers Tower. If I wanted to be confident no one would disturb my reading, I would've stayed in my room, but I wanted to venture out of my cave for a little bit, and most people were training or on missions, so it felt likely that no one would bother me.

Apparently, I was wrong. Someone flopped down onto the couch right next to me with a heavy sigh. I wouldn't have set down my book, except I recognized that sigh. It was my boyfriend, Steve Rogers, sounding more exhausted than he usually ever let people see.

I bookmarked my page and set my book aside, then turned to Steve. He had bags under his eyes and looked like he was about to pass out, right where he was. Usually, he was a pretty upbeat person, but clearly something was weighing on him today.

"Hey babe," I said, shifting on the couch so I was facing Steve. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. It's just... the job's wearing on me a little more than usual."

"What do you mean?" I asked, shuffling a little closer and putting a hand on his arm. Steve didn't look at me, just kept staring holes in the ground.

"I've been running around putting out fires and getting the shit kicked out of me for days. I don't think I've slept more than a few twenty-minute naps in... four days?"

"Oh my gosh, Steve!" I cried, wrapping one arm around him and pulling him into me. His head landed on my chest, and slowly, he leaned the rest of his weight against me.

"I'm just so tired," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I pursed my lips, but didn't say anything. I hated seeing him like this, and I hated what this job did to him sometimes. But at the end of the day, he loved it. Nothing would ever convince him to give it up.

I pulled Steve a little closer as I gently stroked his hair. I could feel him focusing on taking deep breaths and staying calm, so I slowly leaned back until we were reclined on the couch, Steve on top of me with his head on my chest.

"I'm so sorry you've had such a bad stretch of days," I mumbled, wrapping myself around him tightly. He just hummed in response. I kept running my hands through his hair, trying to help him relax and make him feel safe despite everything he'd gone through.

After a few minutes, I felt the tension fade out of Steve's body. His breathing evened out, and I quickly realized he'd fallen asleep.

I smiled to myself. About damn time he got some rest.

We stayed like that for a long time, and I'd just started to drift off myself when I heard footsteps and loud voices coming up from the training room. I turned to glare at the doorway whoever it was would have to come through, trying to move as little as possible so I didn't disturb Steve.

After a few seconds, Tony and Bruce appeared, chatting away about some science project or other they were working on. They stopped short when they saw me, and Tony opened his mouth (probably to ask why I was glaring), but he stopped short when I put my finger to my mouth in an aggressive shushing gesture.

They both gave me questioning looks, so I pointed sharply at Steve, who by some miracle was still passed out on top of me. He must've really been exhausted to sleep through the noise and activity no matter how hard I'd been trying to limit it.

Bruce and Tony tiptoed over until they got close enough to see Steve. Bruce nodded and clearly understood why he needed to be quiet. Tony got an evil gleam in his eye.

"Hey!" I hissed, smacking him in the arm to get him to look at me. Our eyes locked, and I slowly shook my head, giving him a stare that promised death and pain if he acted on whatever idea was clearly bouncing around in his head.

I could literally see the gears turning in Stark's head as he weighed his options. Bruce put a hand on his shoulder and nodded towards the lab, giving Tony another activity to do other than messing with my boyfriend, which I appreciated. Still, it took Tony a minute to consider. And I didn't let up with my stare once during that minute.

Fortunately for Steve, although I wasn't as involved in the superhero business as I used to be, I'd proven time and time again that I could hang with the assassins in our group skill-wise, which made me a dangerous enemy if someone in the Tower chose to piss me off.

After a little bit more considering, Tony seemed to remember this, and my history in the training room and on the battlefield won out. He rolled his eyes and huffed, but turned and headed for the lab instead of waking up Steve. Bruce smiled, giving me a wave as he headed off with Tony. I waved back and watched the two men disappear, then went back to gently stroking Steve's hair.

Absolutely nobody was going to get in the way of him getting some much needed rest if I had anything to say about it. The two of us were too comfortable, and cuddling on the couch was too rare to shorten it any more than we absolutely had to.

Maybe one day, when the younger generation of superheroes were ready to take over, Steve and I could relax and retire and do this more often. But for now, I was going to take every moment I could get.

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buckybeardreams · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier Summary:

Bucky doesn’t remember their past, but he pretends for Steve’s sake.

Words: 902

"Do you remember this, Buck?" Steve asked hopefully.

Bucky looked down at the ice cream cone in his hand, sweating in the hot summer sun and threatening to drip sticky all over his metal fingers. He lifted his eyes and scanned their surroundings, the people walking by, the Ferris wheel in the distance, the little trains whipping down tracks too fast with people screaming bloody murder as they were hurdled in loops.

Steve had told him this place was fun, whatever that meant.

Bucky had looked up the definition in the dictionary, but he was unable to grasp the concept. What was joy? Amusement? Pleasure? These were things Bucky no longer understood.

"Buck?" Steve prodded gently, concerned. "You okay."

Bucky nodded.

"I'm fine, Stevie," He said automatically.

He always responded that way because anything else made Steve upset. The truth always upset Steve, and Bucky didn't want him to be sad. Sad, that was an emotion he understood, even if he sometimes struggled to understand why Steve was sad.

He didn't understand why saying he wished he wasn't alive made Steve angry. He didn't know why telling Steve he didn't remember something made that hurt look flash through Steve's eyes. Sam told him Steve wasn't sad because of him, that Steve wasn't angry at him. Steve was sad about what Hydra had done to him, angry about what Hydra had taken from him.

Bucky struggled to differentiate between Steve's feelings towards Hydra and his feelings towards him, so instead, he just tried not to make Steve feel those things.

"You sure?" Steve asked, always so gentle, so patient.

Bucky nodded, giving him a smile.

It wasn't the easy smile he used to give Steve all those years ago. It was a learned smile, one he had to practice in the mirror, staring at pictures of his past self, pictures of people who were supposedly happy, and trying to mimic their expressions.

Steve relaxed a little, giving him a small smile in return, and Bucky felt something stir inside him. He was proud of himself for making Steve happy.

"I know it's not quite the same, but I thought it might trigger something, might help you remember…"

"Of course, I remember, Stevie. You always loved the strawberry milkshakes, and I always teased you for being a freak because everyone knows chocolates the best," Bucky recounted the story Becca had told him, trying to put some feeling into it, trying to make it sound natural, like a memory of his own.

Steve's face lit up, and Bucky knew he had succeeded.

"Yeah," Steve laughed. "You were a jerk, but I always loved you anyways."

Bucky glanced down at his ice cream cone, watching his ice cream trail down the cone, inching towards his hand. The scene from a movie he'd watched with Tony flashed before his eyes, so he held up the cone and caught Steve's eye.

"You gonna help me with that?" Bucky said, smirking the way the actress in the film had done.

Steve blushed, gripping Bucky's wrist to hold him still before leaning down to lick up the ice cream.

Bucky shuddered, ripping his gaze away, needing a distraction from the feelings stirring inside of him.

Love.

Steve always used that word, and even though Bucky had looked it up in the dictionary and asked Tony what it meant, and even though his therapist had tried to explain it to him, Bucky was still unsure of what it meant. Steve said he loved him, and Bucky was pretty sure he wasn't lying about it because Steve only lied when he was trying to protect Bucky's feelings—something his therapist said people do when they care about someone and don't want them to be hurt by the truth.

Bucky had been convinced in the beginning that Steve was lying to him maliciously, but he knew now it was a sign of affection. Affection, love, those were hard to sort out, though. Bucky could define them, but he didn't understand them.

He didn't think Steve was lying about loving him, but Bucky couldn't tell if he loved him back, didn't know how to know if he loved Steve.

Bucky just knew that he wanted to make him happy, so he lied to him because sometimes people lie to protect the feelings of those they love, and Bucky wanted to always protect Steve, even if he couldn't be sure he loved him.

"Should we go on the Ferris wheel?" Bucky asked. "That's where you told me you loved me for the first time, wasn't it?"

Another snippet from a story Becca had shared with him. Becca was a saint, and though Bucky didn't actually remember her, she did unknowingly feed him useful information, little details he could regale Steve with to make him happy.

Steve's eyes lit up, and he grinned, standing up and grabbing Bucky's hand. Bucky let him pull him to his feet, willing to go wherever Steve led him.

"I didn't think you remembered that."

"I didn't know I did. I think maybe it was seeing the Ferris wheel that brought it back."

Bucky knew he'd said the right thing because Steve was glowing, his eyes shining and his cheeks threatening to split open with how wide he was smiling.

"I knew coming here was a good idea."

Bucky smiled softly, squeezing his hand.

"Yeah, it was a good idea, Stevie."

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every-marveler-ever · 2 years

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In Colour

So they say meeting your soulmate isn’t really important but to Steve it is important. So he hopes that he meets this person one day, and wakes up and sees colour.

Steve is an artist, Steve is still colourblind, yet to find his soulmate. He's a dad, a father. Somebody that is slowly losing hope. Maybe some fresh air would be good for them.

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People tell him it’s so easy to find hope, so easy to just let life go on until it happens. It’s easy.

Steve thinks he’s lived a pretty easy life; comic book artist and single dad, some may not say the same, but to him, it’s pretty simple. He drives every day to a university where he teaches a short course in comic book art, he drops Peter off at the accompanying childcare and picks him up after his classes, and then they visit Uncle Bucky and Aunt Tasha at the on-campus coffee shop.

It’s easy, Steve likes it, Peter likes it, and his friends like it. It makes sense for an ex-veteran, something simple something easy. A schedule.

That doesn't stop the wandering mind that comes and goes when he thinks about Peggy and the words that she should've said to him, the words she never said. If she did say them he should’ve been able to see colour the day after. But 1 moment and 9 months later and she never said them, leaving Peter instead.

Peter is Steve’s pride and joy but that doesn't mean it’s not difficult sometimes.

Sometimes he wonders why he doesn’t have a mum, or wonders when his mum is going to pick him up from childcare. But how does Steve tell a 4-year-old, the most adorable 4-year old in the world, that his mum didn’t love him or his dad and left for England, to pursue bigger and better dreams?

That would be lying. Peggy loved them both but couldn’t handle the commitment or the struggle that it takes to be a parent, especially not after meeting her soulmate. Knowing she’d had a kid with somebody that’s not her soulmate.

Soulmates aren’t the be all end all, Steve knows this.

It’s seen so much more nowadays and he hopes that his want doesn’t make Peter feel like in the future he needs to meet his soulmate.

Because you don’t need to meet your soulmate.

But everybody around him had, that’s the way their generation worked. He’s glad that’s changing now.

“Pete buddy, don’t go running too fast,” Steve yells as he sits on the park bench drawing but still not taking his eyes off Peter. He likes the idea of never lifting the pencil and hoping for the best.

He laughs watching Peter fall on his butt after going down the slide too fast, face scrunched up confused as to why it happened.

A man laughs with him standing behind the bench. “You've got a cute kid there,” Steve smiles because he believes the man, his son is the cutest in the world “Yeah I got pretty lucky.” Then he looks at the dark-toned man and gosh does he see beauty. Something so triking about the way his smile meets his eyes.

“Do you want to sit down?” Steve offers to move across the bench, moving his art supplies to the other side of him, as if to protect them. Or protect the fact that they’re all labelled because he’s an artist who’s still colourblind.

But to Steve’s disappointment, the man shakes his head “Nah, I’m actually on a run I just stopped because, uh,” and the man stumbled on his words as if he didn’t know why, “I don’t know actually,”

“I’m Steve,” “Sam,” the man responds and Steve can’t help but think the name fits him, he looks like a Sam.

“Do you want to exchange numbers? I see your son’s quite a runner, maybe we could run together sometime.”

Steve is still. He’s so glad that Sam has the courage to ask because Steve doesn’t think he ever would. Moving to his pocket his hand grabs a personal business card handing it to Sam “uh that’s my personal number, but I would love to take you up on that sometime,” with the biggest smile he’s had in a while. Peter sees it running back to his dad and attacking his legs.

Sam smiles too at the father-son duo. “Time to go home buddy?” Steve asks and that’s when it hits that maybe he and Sam had been talking for longer than he thought, and he looks at his watch “oh yeah it’s nap time. Sorry to end this so soon, but please do text me or call,” he directs towards Sam “I will,” he confirms.

They leave and get home, putting Peter to sleep Steve can’t help but think that tonight's sleep will be really nice.

He goes to sleep listening to Sam’s voice, on-call since nap time had begun. His dreams are in colour.

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