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eufezco · 3 days

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NOT A HOMEWRECKER

bucky x fem!reader x steve (kinda smut?) no use of y/n

based on THAT scene of challengers ;)

—So, how often does this happen? —You were sitting on the floor of their room, beer cans were lying around.

The brunette boy, James, or Bucky as his friends called him, wouldn't take his blue eyes off you, his gaze was bold and you might even say challenging. There was always a playful smile on his lips, he was confident, he knew what he was doing. The blond one, Steve, was shyer but you could still feel his eyes roaming your bare legs exposed by your shorts. He was more reserved, much more intriguing, he was also confident but not in a cocky way.

Both seemed confused by your question. —Going for the same girl. —You clarified.

Bucky huffed a laugh. —Not as often as you think, no.

—No, hmm... We usually have different types —. Steve added.

—I should be flattered then.

—Aren't you everybody's type?

You smiled, taking the compliment from Bucky, and he smirked, taking the last sip of his beer. You could tell he had much more experience with girls than his friend, he knew what to say at every moment, when to look down at your thighs so you wouldn't notice. You bit the inside of your cheeks and used one of your fingers to point at them. First to Bucky and then to Steve and then you repeated it.

—What about the two of you?

—What do you mean? —Steve asked and you lifted your eyebrows, smirking. It was obvious. —Oh! No —. Steve huffed a laugh, Bucky on the other hand was the first time during the night that he kept silent. You showed Steve a smile of disbelief. —What? Is that surprising? —The blond one asked you but you couldn't let Bucky's reaction slide. You didn't answer Steve's question, instead, you stood up.

You looked at both of them, still sitting on the floor and staring at you with their big blue eyes like lost puppies. You turned around and walked over to their bed where you sat on the edge of it. Your legs pressed together and your hands resting on your knees. The two friends didn't know what to do, they shared a glance to check if the other had an answer but only found confusion on the other's face, then their eyes went to you and you flashed them a small smile. —Come here —. You invited them to join you on their own bed.

—Which one? —Steve asked but during those seconds Bucky was already on his feet and rushing to where you were. Steve didn't want to be left behind so when he realized, he went after his friend.

On your right, there was sitting the sweet Steve who maybe, by the way he had run to bed, wasn't as timid as you thought. On your left, there was Bucky who seemed to be a complete menace by the way in which he had not even waited for you to answer Steve's question. They both were waiting for you to make the first move because you still hadn't answered the most important question.

You turned to look at the brunette boy first. Bucky kept the smirk on his lips while his eyes were staring into your mouth shamelessly. You leaned slightly towards him, enough for him to part his lips expecting to meet yours. You felt his warm breath against your mouth, you were too close but you could see how he had his eyes closed waiting for a kiss that would not come. Bucky leaned in, seeking your lips, but you pulled away before your lips could even brush against each other.

You ignored Bucky's reaction and turned to look at Steve who had been admiring the scene, feeling somewhat jealous that you had chosen his friend over him. He was relieved when he saw that you were now facing him, with your eyes focused on his pink lips and with one of your hands going to his jaw to pull him closer.

The blond boy moved his lips smoothly with yours, he let you set the pace but he knew how to adapt to perfection. Your hand moved from his jaw to his cheek and then to the back of his head, sinking your fingers in his hair and using the grip to deepen the kiss. One of his hands, the ones that had previously seemed so shy and quiet, slipped between your thighs and dug his fingers into your flesh. Before it could escalate any further you brought both of your hands to his hard chest and gently pushed him away from you.

Steve's lips were glossy and even pinker if that was possible. He kept his lips parted, catching his breath and waiting for you to come back for more but you were now focused on Bucky who couldn't have been any more turned on after that scene. He hadn't missed a second of your kiss with Steve but now it was his turn and you were also in need of him. Your hands grabbed his face while his lips devoured yours from the second they met, his hands were also holding your cheeks. While it had been very easy to take control with Steve, Bucky put up resistance and his lips tried to set the pace over yours.

You broke away from Bucky's lips to catch your breath as you subtly ran your tongue over your lips. You pushed your hair aside, exposing your neck to them as you bit your lower lip.

They were smart boys so they were quick to attach their mouths to the sensitive skin of your neck. You had to bite down harder on your lower lip to keep from letting out any sound. The two boys gave you a trail of kisses from your neck until they reached your cheeks. With your right hand, you held Steve's chin and with your left one, you did the same to Bucky to guide them both to your mouth. Your three lips met there, it was messy and it lasted less than you would have liked because the two friends realized that their lips were not only kissing you but also kissing each other.

Steve and Bucky backed up at the same time and let out a chuckle trying not to make the situation uncomfortable. You giggled with them and nodded, encouraging them and letting them know that it was okay. You took their faces again and slowly brought them closer to you. They seemed to let themselves go so you went all the way until the lips of the three of you were pressed together once more.

The kiss escalated very quickly and turned into a sequence full of desperate movements. It was messy, you didn't know who to focus on. It got easier when their movements became needier than yours. You parted your lips, allowing Bucky's tongue to slip inside while Steve's lips were sucking on your neck. The next second Steve's teeth were clashing against yours as Bucky kissed his way down your cheek until he reached your neck and then back up to your mouth.

Your hands were everywhere; tugging at Bucky's hair and then grabbing his neck, holding Steve's cheeks, and then sliding down his chest. They were also getting looser, what if..?

You leaned back and sat up on your elbows, admiring the scene proudly. The boys kissed passionately, they didn't even seem to notice that you had broken away, or even better, they did know but they didn't mind. Both moved their heads from side to side constantly changing position to deepen the kiss as much as possible, Steve's tongue caressed Bucky's lower lip, Bucky's hand went to the back of his best friend's head to pull him closer.

—Okay —. You hated to break their moment because you were enjoying it almost as much as they were. Steve and Bucky pulled away from the kiss and looked at you, confused and with their lips visibly wet and swollen. — I'm going to bed — You announced.

You stood from the bed pushing the bodies of the boys and making them split apart. Their eyes followed you to the door, incredulous.

—Wait, when are we going to see you again?

You huffed a laugh. —This has been fun, but I'm not a homewrecker.

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im-sleepdeprived · 2 days

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do u think u can do a Peter Parker x reader where reader is gone for a while and has her phone off, and Peter gets super scared only to find out she’s alright?? I love ur work u’re the best xx

'No location found'

pairing: peter parker x reader

a/n: thank you for the request !!!! i had this written, then I decided to rewrite it lmao. I pictured college pete but Im not sure if I specified, also not sure if anyone saw my post abt writing a fic inspired by ‘peter’ by taylor swift but i think im going to start working on that and that its gonna be a mini series👀.... so stay tuned and request something in the meantime !!

warnings: none

masterlist, requests are open !!

“That’s not what I said!”

“Oh? Well, that’s what I heard.”

You two had been going at it for a while now. Peter had missed yet another date you’d both planned. It’d been a while since you both spent time together, and you thought he was finally going to change that. Until he just stood you up again.

You’d thought after moving in together, you’d see him all the time. The opposite was true. He was always out, either on patrol, at Stark Tower, or wherever else his Superhero duties took him. The problem was, that place never seemed to be with you.

“Y/N please-”

“No, Peter! I’m sick of it! I try to be understanding, I really do, I try to give you grace, but every time I do it’s like you just make it worse.” You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, “Honestly at this point, it feels like you don’t even care anymore.”

His face fell. “Come on baby. You can't seriously think that! It was just a mistake, I won't do it again.”

You nodded, “Right. Think I’ve heard that one before.” You turned around and walked towards your shared bedroom.

“Woah, hey. Wait a minute, where’re you going?” His voice was hurt, and you almost felt bad for turning your back.

Shaking your head and looked down at your dress. You’d gotten all dressed up, expecting a nice dinner followed by a walk in the park. You said, “I’m tired, I’m gonna change and get ready for bed. Sorry, but hey, at least now your schedule is freed up,” you gave him a weak smile, “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Y/N you know it’s not like that. Look you’re all dressed up,” he reached for your arm, “we can still go out. Please, let me make it up to you”

Looking into his eyes, it took everything in you to pull away.

“Peter,” you whispered, voice so quiet, yet so full of emotion.

“I don’t want us to fight,” he begged.

'We’re not fighting, not anymore. I just want to be alone.”

“Okay.” He nodded, but still kept his hand on you, reluctant to let go. “I’ll sleep on the couch?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice right now.

He deflated. He wasn’t exactly expecting you to object, but still. It hurt that you wanted to be away from him so bad.

“Good night,” he muttered, watching you walk towards the door with sullen eyes. “I’m right here if you need anything.”

You gave him the tiniest tip of your head, not even bothering to turn around, “Night.”

There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight.

You slept in that day. It was Saturday and you didn’t feel like doing anything. Even after you woke up, you stayed in bed scrolling on your phone, heart pounding a little harder when you saw messages from Peter pop up, before effectively sliding them away.

After a few hours of doomscrolling, you stepped out of the room. You could see a throw blanket neatly folded on the couch, you have no idea if he’d even used a pillow. Your heart thrummed with guilt and you decided that tonight he was definitely sleeping on the bed. Or at the very least, you’d sleep on the couch.

Walking into the kitchen, you noticed a tray with a note sitting atop a covered plate. When you got closer, you saw that the note held a cheesy breakfast pun. So Peter.

I love you a waffle lot! With a bunch of hearts around it. You couldn’t help it, you cracked a smile. He was such a dork. And you loved it.

You heated up your breakfast and had gotten well into eating when your phone started ringing. Was it Peter? You didn’t really want to speak to him, not yet at least. You’d kind of hoped you wouldn’t have to until tonight-

You picked up your phone and almost let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just one of your friends, Maddie. Then you felt bad for feeling relieved.

You answered the phone. “Hey Mads, how's it going.”

“Hi Y/N! Good! I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight? Listen, before you say no-”

“No that sounds great actually,” you cut her off quickly, eager for an excuse to get out of the house. You’d been canceling plans for way too long in hopes of spending even a moment with Peter, and it seemed as if even your friends had noticed. But no more.

“Really? Great! So there's this raging new club,” she went on, giving you all the details of who was going and who might be there and you listened but barely felt a hint of excitement. You weren’t sure if it was because it was a frat party, and those things rarely appealed to you, or if it was lingering feelings from your argument with Peter. Which reminded you why you’d wanted to go out in the first place.

“We’re gonna pregame at my place though, so stop by here and I’ll take you!” She finished, making you smile. Maddie was always sweet, a little more wild than you, but that’s what made you like her.

“Sure Maddie, thanks for the invite.”

“Of course, can’t wait to see you, I feel like it's been forever since we went out together.”

You let out a small laugh, “I know what you mean. But we’re gonna change that tonight.

You said your goodbyes and hung up. You needed to start getting ready soon, despite you just eating breakfast, you’d stayed in all morning and it was pretty late already.

You got ready quietly, only a playlist you’d turned on droning in the background as you did your hair and makeup. You walked over to the closet to pick out an outfit and felt a little sad. Usually, Peter was here during this part, helping you pick out something, annoying you when he said you looked beautiful in everything.

“Peter! I need real criticism!”

“Well, I can’t help it if my girl looks stunning in everything!”

You picked out a nice outfit you deemed fit for clubbing before grabbing a pair of heels and stepping out of your room. Looking around at the empty apartment you realized you should probably let Peter know you weren’t going to be home tonight. You didn’t feel like calling him though, and if you didn’t want to open his messages from earlier either so you decided to take a page out of his book.

Grabbing a sticky note, you wrote down the briefest of explanations, before sticking it on your fridge and leaving.

He had sent texts saying Good morning!, Do you need anything?, and another explaining he’d be out for a while but he’d made you breakfast, all in hopes of you responding to him. You didn’t, but that wasn’t too shocking to him. It didn’t make it hurt any less though.

He knew he fucked up. He knew he’d disappointed you again, let you down again. He knew he deserved this and more. He should be grateful you weren’t giving him the more. And he was! But he couldn’t help the small selfish part of him that just wished you would let him take you out tonight, or give him something else he could do to make up for it because there was nothing he hated more in the world than when you were mad at him. And he did not want to sleep on the couch again. Sure it was uncomfortable but that was the least of his worries. He hated not sleeping next to you.

That had been his favorite part about the two of you moving into your own place, that he got to hold you every night. After a rough night of patrolling, or working too long on his studies, or a new gadget, he got to go home and hold you, get lost in your touch, and that always made everything better. And it killed him to know you were just down the hall, and he wasn’t with you.

He tried his best to rush everything, trying to get all his work done for the day so he could spend the whole night with you. He was planning a movie night, bingeing all your favorites. He was gonna give you a proper date, soon, but right now, all that mattered was you two spending time together.

On his way home, he stopped at a corner store to grab snacks for the two of you, making sure to get all your favorite ones. He even stopped at a flower shop not far from your apartment to grab you a bouquet and his heart fell when he realized how long it’d been since he’d done this. He definitely deserved the more.

He knocked on the door of your apartment a few times and his heart fell as he realized you were either dead set on ignoring him, or you weren’t home. When he pulled out his keys and let himself in, he realized it was the latter.

Sighing, he set down the bags of snacks and placed the bouquet down as he ran a hand through his hair as he walked around. He entered the kitchen and felt a little better when he saw the dishes he’d used to plate your breakfast were washed and on the drying rack, meaning you’d eaten.

He was about to pull out his phone to see if he’d missed a text from you when he saw something on the fridge.

“Went out. Be home late.”

His brows furrowed as he read. He didn’t know you had plans. Hell, he didn’t even know if you had plans now, your note barely explained anything.

All he could do was wait until you came home to sort everything out.

Peter could handle the silent treatment (barely), but what he couldn't handle, was not knowing if you were safe or not. No. That wouldn’t fly.

He’d sent you a text when he got home, letting you know he got your note and to have fun and be safe.

An hour later, he sent another text. Just as a little check-in. Still no response.

It had been about three hours since he’d gotten back when he noticed that his messages had lost the little mark that indicated they were delivered. Weird.

He tried to call you, he’d refrained from doing so before because he thought he should let you have your space (which was why, he assumed, you’d left in the first place) but it didn’t even ring, he just got sent straight to voicemail.

What made him really start to panic, however, was when he went to check your location, which he felt so stupid for not doing before, and it wouldn’t load. It kept saying ‘no location found’ making his heart beat harder.

This was worse. You were ignoring him, his messages and calls weren’t going through. Something was wrong, was your phone off? Were you mugged? Or even worse-

He stopped himself before he could spiral too hard. That wouldn’t help, right now, he needed to figure out where you were and if you were okay. He knew you weren’t the kind of person who would go out to bars or parties alone. Maybe you went out with a friend? Or maybe you were at a friend's? It was a place to start.

He started calling your friends, people he knew you might go out with, and on the fifth call he finally got answers. Or…something like that.

“Hello?” Maddie yelled into the phone, making Peter pull his phone away.

“Hey Maddie, it’s Peter.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N’s dude,” she slurred.

“Yeah, yeah, Y/N’s dude. Hey listen, is she with you? She went out tonight but she forgot to tell me where, and now my messages aren’t sending.” His pulse was racing. It sounded like Maddie was out, if the blaring music in the background was anything to go off of, and he was desperate to know you were okay.

“Sorry Patrick, what’d you say,” she asked making Peter’s brows furrow. They weren’t exactly friends, but he’d met Maddie a few times. Enough times for her to know his name was not Patrick.

He shook his head, that didn’t matter right now. “Y/N. Is she with you, do you go out together?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed as if she’d just remembered something. “Yeah, she is!”

Peter let out a sigh of relief.

“Or, she was.” He held his breath again.

“What do you mean ‘she was’? Where is she?”

“I dunno, she left I think.” Maddie let out a little hum as if to say ‘too bad!’ and Peter was sure she must be extremely intoxicated, otherwise there was no way she could be so casual about something like this. He could barely keep himself together.

He ran a hand over his face as he tried not to raise his voice. This was getting frustrating. “She left? Where’d she go? Where are you right now?”

“I don’t know…she was bored I think. She was off today. S’shame, she looked so hot.”

His heart clenched when he realized the reason you were off, was because of him. You didn’t have fun, so you left, now he had no idea where you were and it was all his fault.

“Where are you, Maddie?” He repeated.

“That new club on 27th! Get down here Paul, it's so much fun!” She gushed and Peter rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this.

He hung up quickly, not bothering to say goodbye before he got up to put his suit on. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you because you were upset and distracted because of him. That you weren't even speaking to him.

There was no way he was going to let anything happen to you.

You were walking outside, up and down the sidewalk. You knew it wasn’t the safest decision but you didn’t really care. The club was stuffy, humid, and way too loud. You just needed to breathe, and then you’d go back. Maybe.

You considered hailing a cab and going back home right now. You’d send Maddie a text, but she probably hadn’t noticed you’d left in the first. She’d been having a blast, unlike you, drinking shots and dancing with every guy she felt like. You weren’t sure she remembered you stopping her to tell her you’d be gone for a bit.

On second thought, you were kind of hungry. You hadn’t eaten anything other than Peter’s waffles for you that morning and there was an amazing smell floating from a food cart at the end of the block. You could help yourself to something before going home.

Before you could reach the food cart, you were flying. Or rather, swinging. You knew who it was right away.

Just as fast as he’d snatched you up, Peter put you down on an isolated rooftop, leaving just you and him high above everyone else.

You were about to reprimand him, about to demand an answer as to why he’d just done that, but there wasn’t a chance before he was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“Pete?” Your voice was soft, you sensed there was something wrong and suddenly any anger or annoyance you held, from now or the night before, disappeared.

“You’re okay,” he mumbled as if that was his way of an answer.

Your brows furrowed. “Well…yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He pulled away then, taking off his mask, and you saw just how terrified he looked, scaring you as well. There might’ve even been a little red rimming his eyes, making you wonder if he was holding back tears. “I came home and I brought snacks and flowers and I thought we could spend the rest of the night together but saw your note. So I texted you and I get that you’re mad at me-”

“I’m not,” you said, and you meant it. You weren’t mad at him, especially right now, seeing him all shaken up like this. “But what's wrong?”

“My texts weren’t delivering, my calls went straight to voicemail, and I couldn’t track your location. Y/N, I got so scared something happened and you weren’t talking to me.” He sniffled and your heart broke a little.

You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, but when you tried to turn it on—dead.

“God sweetheart, never do that to me again. Please.” He looked at you desperately, “Yell at me. Fight with me. But please never ignore me anymore, I can’t stand it.”

“I’m so sorry Petey, I had no idea my phone died. I would’ve said something I swear. I never want you to worry like that.” Your hands went up to hold his face.

He brought a hand to hold your wrist. Gently running his thumb up and down your hand he said, “I always worry about you sweetheart, it’s my job.”

You shook your head, “You worry about all of New York, I don’t need to add on to that.”

“No,” he said quickly, looking offended you’d even say that, “No. Never think like that. You are the most important thing in my life, okay? You’re my first priority and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, that I don’t show that or say it enough.

“But I’m going to do better, I promise. I’m going to make it up to you because I can’t lose you, I need you Y/N.”

You didn’t reply, instead just smashed your lips onto his. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you tight. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of second chances, and new beginnings.

He pulled away first, but not before pressing multiple kisses all around your face. “Heels off baby,” he said as he knelt down and started working on your heel straps, lifting each foot onto his thigh before undoing each one. You didn’t even realize how much they’d been hurting until they were off. “I��m swinging you.” He picked you up swiftly, one arm wrapping itself around your ribs.

You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Peteyyyy. You know the wind tangles my hair too much.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning over to kiss you on the top of your head, “I’ll be careful, c’mon.”

You move your head to peck his cheek and then hug him tight, “I love you.”

He grinned, pulling you in closer. “I love you more sweetheart.” He leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Hold on tight, Spider Monkey.”

You burst into laughter, “You did not just say that!”

“Oh I totally did,” he gave you the goofiest smile, making you laugh again.

“Ok, just…don’t let me go,” you said as you wrapped your arms tighter around him.

“Never,” he replied, and something in his voice told you he wasn’t just talking about swinging.

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marvelssicarius · 1 day

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*the avengers at the hospital getting their blood drawn*

A nurse comes into the waiting room “miss Y/L/N come with me please”

You stand up smiling and follow her.

(10 minutes later )

*someone screaming *

Tony “ is someone being murdered?”

Nat “no it’s Y/n, she’s scared of needles“ she says as she’s reading her magazine .

Y/N comes into the waiting room with a tear stained face.

“Sup guys, that wasn’t even scary”

#marvel #marvel shifting #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader grief #natasha x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff #y/n #kate bishop x reader #shifting #incorrect quotes #the avengers #avengers incorrect quotes

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florida3exclamationpoints · 20 hours

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Steve + text posts pt. 3/?

#steve rogers #captain america #the first avenger #ca:tfa #the avengers #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #ca:tws #stucky #endgame #marvel #mcu #text post meme #steve text posts

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research-reduce-thought · 3 days

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#literatura #melayuboleh #tatoo #interior design #the avengers #satoru gojo #law of assumption #MTV #video lucah #cocaine lorraine

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stuckyrogersbarnes · 1 day

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keep your hands where i can see 'em

(bucky, nat, and Y/n)

Warnings: 3some, embarrassment, GxG.

Word count: 885

Female reader

You groan as you get up from a night of hardly any sleep. Yesterday the team decided to throw a major party for literally no reason whatsoever. "Fuck," you begin to get up, heading to the bathroom. You are a neighbor to Nat, whose room is on your left, and Bucky, whose room is on the right. You 3 shared a floor, and therefore, a bathroom. When you initially joined, you were very nervous about sharing the floor with the 2 hottest people in the compound. But, the longer you stayed here, the better it got. I mean, both of them got more comfortable, meaning there were occasional sights of Bucky looking hot as hell with no shirt on. And Nat occasionally wanders in a bra.

To add to the tension, you like to tease them by leaving some of your sexiest bras or thongs in the bathroom. You walk out and look to your left, seeing Bucky and Nat sitting at the table eating something. They both look at you and stop chewing, staring deep into your soul. Your cheeks redden. "What?" You ask nervously. "Do i have something on my..." you look down and gasp.

You were in nothing but a deep red thong. Literally. You weren't even wearing a bra. You freeze in embarrassment. You begin to run away but then you hear a deep voice say, "Wait!" you look over at Bucky, confused and ashamed. He stands up, only for your eyes to dart down to his massive bulge. This cannot be happening. "You look hot," he says in a low growl, "doesn't she, nat?" oh fuck. "Oh yeah." she bites her lip and walks towards us. "You think we're blind? hmm? we know you've been teasing us with your thongs and underwear in the bathroom everywhere." bucky smirks as he grabs onto your hair and pulls it hard. You gasp. "Please," you whimper. Nat chuckles and gets a hold of your neck, pulling you closer to her and connecting her soft lips to yours. You moan. Bucky squeezes your ass from behind. Bucky groans and connects his rough lips to your neck. You whimper as Nat disconnects her lips from yours and slowly begins to slide your underwear down. Bucky, from behind, begins to circle your clit as Nat bites your nipple. You begin to shake, almost coming to an orgasm. You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, it almost felt like it would hop right out.

Nat pulls her pants down, pulling on your nipple. "You two are so fucking hot." bucky groans and begins to stroke himself from beneath his pants, still kissing your neck. "Fuck me, please." you whimper, desperate. They chuckle and take you to the couch. "Sit." you do. "Open your legs wide so we can see that beautiful pussy, Y/n." bucky demands. You do as he says, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Oof, she is so wet," Natasha groans. She then, pulls Bucky's pants down and kneels in front of him. "You're hu-huge" you stutter. "Now y/n, keep your hands where I can see 'em." Nat begins to lick Bucky's head and slowly puts the whole thing in her mouth. He groans, "fuck, I missed this." he grabs Nat's head and pushes her even further down, thrusting into her tiny mouth. You begin to shake again, your body begging for a release.

"Your time, baby. Tell us what to do." bucky says, stroking his length as nat walks toward you. "You heard him. You tell u what to do. Anything." You gulp, "B-bucky, i want you to fuck me while i, um, eat Natasha out." you say, slightly embarrassed. Bucky doesn't say a word. Instead, he comes right towards you and plunges is cock into your tight pussy. You scream. Nat climbs on top of your face. She sits on your lips, you begin to lick, rating all her sweet liquids. she moans and begins to grind. You scream in her pussy as everything begins to go black, you feel your pussy pulsating against Bucky's dick as he pounds into you. You could hear his balls against your ass and suddenly, all your thoughts disappear as your eyes role to the back of your eyes.

You come out of your amazing climax, seeing Nat lick your pussy and Bucky still pounding into you. Nat's pussy was 5 inches in front of your face, you could see her glistening and smell her too. You immediately latch your lips onto her clit and do the exact same thing to her, as she is doing to you. "Fuck, Y/n, how are you so tight?" Unable to reply, you moan. Just then, Bucky does something you never thought could ever happen by a man. He hit your G-spot, again, and again. You moan and begin flicking your tongue on nats clit. You all begin to shake, as all three of you reach your orgasm. "Fuck," Bucky groans, and you feel his cum in your pussy, making you orgasm even harder.

"Round two," you say in a curt voice. They look at you, confused. "You said you would do anything i want. And i want a round two," they smirk and nod.

#the avengers #marvel #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #female reader #one shot #marvel smut #smut #bucky x reader #natasha x you #natsha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha smut

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gunsandspaceships · 2 days

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Shall we play a game?

Is this referring to Tony or Steve? (Each statement is separate and refers to one of the characters, not all 8 to one of them). Write your answers in the comments or reblog.

Drinks when upset

Criticizes everyone

Obeys orders

Doesn’t trade lives

Worked for politicians for personal gain

Good shooter

Kissed 4 different women after starting a relationship with his partner

Asks others for help and advice when needed

#marvel #mcu #tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #captain america #the avengers

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She Hulk by Redgvicente

#superheroes #comics #sexyheroes #marvel #she hulk #jennifer walters #the avengers

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romanoffshouse · 2 hours

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Y/N: We need to open this locked door. Wanda, give me your credit card.

Wanda: Here.

Y/N, pocketing it: Thanks. Natasha, break down the door.

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current-comix · 24 hours

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#comic book cover art #marvel comics #marvel #comics #the avengers

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steveandnatlover76 · 2 days

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Steve: Anything wrong, sweetheart?!

Yelena: Yeah, sis. The three somersaults and the fight with the 12 Hydra agents got you in a sweat?!

Natasha: What?! No! Those never would. But I might be going into labor.

Steve: Oh, gosh, yes. That might be it.

#romanogers #black widow #captain america #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #yelena belova #black widow in labor #domestic avengers #the avengers #my otp #queen of somersaults #fear of hydra agents

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 18 hours

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Broken- Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Synopsis: Nat was supposed to go on a simple mission, collect an infinity stone. Easy, right?

Word Count: 408

Warnings: Canonical Character Death (yes that’s a fucking warning), angst/no comfort, it does not get better, be prepared.

A/n: I’d like to think this one isn’t as bad as it might be but I also like to hurt my own feelings so maybe don’t trust me on this one lmao. Sorry guys, this part of a song was stuck in my head and I wanted to write something and this is the result. It’s kinda short but that’s kinda a good thing. Enjoy 😅

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You are broken on the floor…

It happened all too soon.

10 seconds.

10 seconds was all she was supposed to be gone.

But now?

She'll be gone for eternity.

She was just supposed to get a stupid rock.

A stupid rock for the sake of the universe. And for what? What's the point? Your everything is gone. Just like that.

Clint came back silent, something was deeply haunting him. It was clear to everyone.

You could hear Bruce ask him something but you weren't listening to know what was said.

You didn't need to. You knew already.

In less time than what she was supposed to be gone, you lost all of yourself. A deep emptiness overtakes you, but not without its companions of dread and pain.

A silent 'no' came from your lips as you collapsed.

And you're crying, crying...

The word you wanted to say would've come from your lips if the sobs didn't steal the last breath from your lungs.

The pure agony it was, breathing...

You couldn't fathom it.

Everyone on the team surrounded you, taken aback by your sudden lack of composure.

You were known to be the most composed on the team. Never showing true, real emotions, not that you couldn't but rather you chose not to let them see.

The only one that got the privy of seeing the real you was gone.

You are broken on the floor...

Everything was entirely irrelevant now, nothing mattered anymore.

You couldn't care less about the mission at hand, it was fruitless now.

Your hands clawed at the suddenly claustrophobic uniform you were wearing, dying for it to be off.

Everyone stood dumbfounded at what to do. They knew there was nothing that could be said.

Only once you were able to take a breath in did you finally move, hunching over yourself as sound finally came from you.

Only it was the sound of your inconsolable, borderline anguished cries.

How to carry on...?

Only once Clint and Rocket tried to get you to sit up did you speak real words...

"NO! No! This wasn't supposed to happen!" Your palms hit Clint in the chest, with no effect due to you losing all of your energy. "We were supposed to have forever!"

You simply collapsed into him, not knowing what else there is for you to possibly do.

"She was my forever..."

Numbness overtook you.

You no longer wanted to live, after all, what was there to live for?

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My fav. scene in The Avengers.

Both Hemsworth & Hiddleston brought it, hard.

The desperation in Thor's voice as he essentially pleads for his brother to come to his senses so they can be together again.

Thor's response to Loki's comment about his parentage was simple & beautiful. They were raised as brothers, he grew up seeing & loving Loki as his brother, and nothing has changed that love. And the hurt in his voice when he asks if Loki forgot that, heartbreaking.

On the other hand, you can understand why Loki is so turned around & lost with years of insecurity & self-doubt pouring out, fueled by his lineage being something Asgardians were prejudiced against. His glossy-eyed look when Thor begs him to come up hits well. Thor reached him a little, but Loki turned his facade back on, having come too far along with getting tied up with Thanos....

Imo, Thor & Loki was one of the MCU's best relationships. I am sure (or heafcanon lol) that Thor will raise Love with a love of her uncle Loki with their centuries of stories.

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #mcu #thor odinson #mcu thor #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki odinson #the avengers #the avengers 2012 #Thorki #chris hemsworth #tom hiddleston #asgardians #god of mischief #god of thunder

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Valley-girl Charm - Bucky Barnes

Summary: In which reader from the 1940s knows just how to play the damsel in distress to get exactly what she wants in the modern age after coming out of the ice. Or should I say: 3 times Bucky did things for you, and the 1 time you did something for him. SMUT!!!

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Natasha knew body language better than anyone. Tony knew how to play the knight in shining armour better than any hero in the old tales they told.

So of course, they were the first ones to pick up on the little game you were playing. It had started the second you were back from under the ice, charming anyone you spoke to with your 1940's valley girl accent, using words you'd only hear in old television. Men fell at your feet the second words came out of your mouth, offering you anything you'd dream of, and it didn't have anything to do with the super-soldier serum in your system either. You politely declined every time, but eventually understood the kind of power you held.

The second charming method they noticed you had came from your gorgeous smile. The moment you looked up at someone through your long lashes and beamed widely, looking so innocent and kind, people were willing to give you the clothes off their back if you asked. Of course, you never accepted anything from complete strangers. The two Avengers had come to their conclusion that you were still accustoming yourself to the norms of the new world, unaware of your ability to bewitch people with your natural appeal, however it was not long before they were proven wrong.

They didn't know if it was the fact that you were so familiar to Bucky and Steve, a comfort amongst all things new that made them more vulnerable to do anything for you, or if it was just your flirt, but they were immediately intrigued after seeing your interactions with the soldiers. They'd seen the way you spoke to the two soldiers just after coming out of the ice and hadn't noticed anything unusual apart from the fact you'd essentially come out of a time machine. As the weeks, months passed, they knew your intentions.

It had started by witnessing a simple conversation between you and the two soldiers. "Well I'm all nerves about going to speak to Agent Fury about that last mission. He's going to get all bent and blow a fuse." The two soldiers stood either side of you turned to face you in such synchrony it had almost been comical. Bucky was the first to speak, "Don't worry doll, I can go speak to him if you'd like. You shouldn't be the one he chews out." "Anyway," Cuts in Steve "We were the ones who screwed up honey, not you." From across the kitchen, Natasha rolled her shoulders back, nudging Tony with her elbow lightly as she stirred sugar into her coffee. Their eyes widened slightly at the wide smile sprawling itself on your face, peeking back and forth between the two men.

"Really? You boys don't have to do that just for me." Steve straightened his posture impossibly at your comment, but it was Bucky who beat him to the comment. "Honey, I'd do anything for a broad like you." You cocked your head to the side, a hand coming up to rest on his muscled bicep. "Why, thank you Sergeant. You dreamboats are too kind". Natasha's eyes trailed over to Tony when the three of you finally left, the two boys accompanying you seemingly wherever you wanted to go. "See, I didn't understand half of that conversation, but they are wrapped around her finger." Tony hummed "She's smarter than we thought."

The second time they witnessed it, they were convinced that you did it on purpose, their image of you quickly turning from innocent and naive to a femme fatale, manipulating men into thinking they're doing things for you because they want to. You'd all been hitting the bars, only missing Thor from the team. You had been occupying a large round booth, wedged between Bucky and Natasha, giggling with her about the man she found attractive sat at the bar, whilst the four men at the table shared stories. Natasha's eyes were quickly drawn to your hand as you placed it on Bucky's thigh, the man putting his own hand over yours almost instantly as he glanced down at you. You returned his look, grinning widely before turning back to your conversation with the tall red-head.

Natasha carried on with the conversation, pretending not to notice the intimate moment you'd shared with the soldier, but her jaw went slack nonetheless when Bucky leaned closer to you not two minutes later, whispering "You're drinking a margarita, right?" And rising from his seat when you nodded at him, humming in agreement. Bucky joined the group once more with two drinks in hand: one for him and one for you, smiling proudly when you cocked your head to the side, insisting he didn't have to. He only wrapped one muscled arm around your shoulders as a response, pulling you closer to him despite the humidity of the bar.

When you leant your head on Bucky's shoulder, stealing a glimpse up at him though, Natasha was no longer assured that those tricks up your sleeve were to get what you wanted. Perhaps you used them to get who you wanted. She sipped her drink instead of making a comment, afraid to scare you away with any questions when you'd only just begun getting close to her. Maybe in a couple of weeks during a girls' trip to the bathroom she'd bring up your relationship with him.

That girls' trip didn't end up being in a bathroom, but in a changing room, because next time something so significant had happened, the entire team was training together for the first time in a while, and Steve had declared that you were all doing a round robin. If you were still in the military, sure - you'd have moaned about it, throwing your head back in disappointment and hoping your supervisor hadn't seen you complain. But now, with the super-serum in your bloodstream? Well, you supposed you could be in a worst position, like Tony's, who didn't have any super-powers or spy training. With so many of you on the team, it'd take numerous matches for everyone to have their turn against each of their teammates, so after a quick warm-up, everyone had settled down on the mats of the martial arts training area to watch.

Soon later, everyone who was sat on the mats was trying to catch their breath as two team-mates sparred on the mats. Tony stood after Thor and Steve's match, adding another tally next to Thor's name on the big planning whiteboard before turning around with a wide smirk on his face. "Last match of the day." Bucky hopped up from next to you, sticking a hand out for you to take. Hesitantly, you took it, only for him to pull you up to your feet. "Us?" You asked, only for him to nod. "Well, I'm gonna let you have it, Barnes." You teased, tightening your ponytail. "Oh come on, might as well reach for the sky now, y/n."

"Steve, what the hell are they saying?" Called out Clint, leaning over to see the blonde man from across Natasha. "She's gonna hit him hard, and he says she should just give up now." Replied the man, taking another sip from his water. Tony picked up the whistle next to him, blowing into it, before scrambling back to watch with the others. The second the time started, Bucky faltered - how the hell was he supposed to hit you? But there was already a fist flying to his face which he barely dodged, instead swatting your wrist away from him.

You stared at him intensely from behind your fists, shielding your face, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Come on Barnes!" Steve yelled from the sidelines. Bucky's face mirrored yours, his eyes laced with confusion, but he threw a fist anyhow, going for a body shot instead of your face. Nevertheless, you moved to the right, dodging his fist, and grabbing his arm as leverage to help you jump up. You threw your right leg over his shoulder, and behind his neck, swinging your other leg over his second shoulder, and crossing it over your right leg to trap his arm between your legs and over your torso. You tensed your quads as much as you could, hoping the triangle choke would work on him, but instead he used his metal arm to push your thigh over his head as much as he could. It was working, slowly but surely.

"Fuck" you muttered when he slipped his head in the gap between his shoulder and your thigh. You were now essentially hanging onto his arm, both legs over one shoulder. Before he could react, you flexed your core muscles, and sat up onto his shoulder. You released his arm, jumping off his shoulder so you landed behind him, and softly push-kicked him the back so he stumbled forward. As he did though, one hand reached behind him and grabbed your ankle, so you were dragged along with him. You slipped onto your back as he fell forward but Bucky was quicker, getting up instantly to straddle your hips. He leaned forward, above you, trying to get his arms around your neck to get you in a chokehold, but the second you giggled, he shot back up again.

"Sorry, that tickled." You insisted, hand coming to your neck to play the part better, a broad smile gracing your lips. Just as Bucky opened his mouth to say something, you reached out to grab both his hands, bucking your hips up and turning to the side to flip him over. You were on top of him in the blink of an eye, mimicking his movements as your arms snaked around his neck. You successfully put him in the same chokehold he had tried to put you in, but when you twisted your wrists, the blood supply to his face immediately cut off and you felt his hand tapping you twice on the shoulder. "You cheat." Was the first thing he said after his gasp for air, but you only shrugged, rolling off his chest. "I was only using sources available to me."

You giggled as you ran off to catch up to Natasha, already waiting for you by the doors to the changing room. "So..." She started, quite obviously. "So... What?" You echoed, looking up at her curiously, shimmying out of your shorts. You turn around so your back faces her as you struggle out of your sports bra, wrapping your towel around your sweaty body before spinning back around. "You and Bucky. This flirting has been going on for weeks. Do you like him, are you dating?" You laughed, cocking your head to the side. "You don't know?" She shook her head quickly, sitting down on a bench. On the other hand, you just opened one of the doors to the clean showers, calling out to her.

"Well, before the ice, me and Buck knew each other from the military, we got along well. The only problem was, he was my superior. I couldn't possibly make a pass at him and be known as the soldier who had the nerve to try and lay paws on her superior. But there was always something there..." At the lack of response, you stuck your head back out of the shower, to make sure Natasha was still there. "Natasha?" The spy looked at you with her mouth wide open in shock. "What!? And you never told me?" You shrugged, turning the water on. "Well I thought y'all knew."

Her silence told you enough about how much she really knew. As she muttered to herself on the other side of the door, you submerged yourself in the water, massaging shampoo into your hair, hearing flashes of "before the ice" and "he was your superior?" so you assumed she was still talking to you, even though you ignored most of what she said. You barely heard her goodbye and the sound of the changing room door opening and closing one more time, before the sound of water running was all you could hear.

"Y/n? Natasha let me in, she said you were done." You perked up at the sound of Bucky's voice, exclaiming "Here!" He approached the sound of your voice, stopping when he realised Natasha had deceived him. He stood in front of the dark wooden door, watching the steam dance in the space above your door. "Is it anything urgent?" The towel hanging from the door disappeared into the other side, and Bucky realised shaking his head wasn't enough of an answer because the door swung open to reveal you, soaking wet and completely naked with the exception of the small towel that barely covered your private parts. "Oh! Hey you!" You exclaimed, taken aback at his proximity, yet smiling all the while.

Bucky stood frozen in place, mouth ajar as he search for his words. "I'm sorry, I- I, you look beautiful." You giggled at his words, approaching his shirtless, freshly showered figure. His long hair was wet and skin was glistening, and he only wore a pair of jogger shorts to conceal himself. You have to admit, they weren't doing a great job and covering the growing tent in them. Your eyes trailed back up his body to meet his, smiling at him again. "Anything I can help you with, Sergeant?" Bucky's hands hesitantly rose to meet your hips. "I-No it's fine." Your hand met his and you dragged him with you three steps backwards, back into the shower you had just exited. You reached your arm behind him, locking the door once more.

"You're sure?" Bucky shook his head, pulling your hips flush against his as he slammed his lips against yours in a needy kiss. You gasped as your towel started to unravel, but you didn't try to stop it, wrapping your arms around Bucky's shoulders instead. When he separated from you, opening his eyes, they immediately widened, and his bit his lip, poorly trying to suppress a moan. You pushed Bucky back gently, urging him to sit on the small wooden bench. He sat down, legs spreading to make space for you between them, but when you started lowering yourself onto your knees, he shook his head frantically, begging "No, no, none of that, doll. I just want you sweetheart."

The cold metal of his arm flush against your skin chilled you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his laps. He grunted, frantically pulling down his cotton shorts. You aided him at doing so, gasping when his cock sprung out, the absence of any underwear surprising you. You immediately took his dick in your hands, watching as Bucky's face scrunched up in pleasure. You guided him inside you, sitting down flat on his dick, but you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped you as you did. You whined, beginning to drag yourself up and down his dick, gradually speeding up your movements. Bucky's hips met your frantically, until his pace was so quick you couldn't keep up. "Buck!" At your plead, he wrapped an arm around you, using his metal one to support both your weights on the wall, and he stood up, walking forward until your back was pressed against the cold shower wall.

You gasped at its feeling against your skin, jerking forward once more when Bucky's metal hand came up to play with your nipples as his speed increased once more. Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, cussing loudly before biting his bottom lip in fear of being heard. His hand left your breasts, instead blinding searching for the shower handle. When he found it, he immediately pushed it upwards, the instant noise of water shooting out moderately covering the sounds of pleasure you made. Your wrapped your arms around his tighter, grinding your pussy onto his pelvis as he thrusted into you, your clit rubbing on the short hairs near the base of his dick.

You busied yourself pressing kisses on Bucky's neck, the water squelching between your bodies as you passionately moved against each other. "Fuck y/n" Bucky moaned, chasing your lips, panting against them once he met them in a deep kiss. Your hands cupped his face as you kissed, deepening it impossibly, and his metal hand went straight to your clit, rubbing circles on it as fast as he could. Your leg twitched and you didn't have time to warn him before you were cumming all over him. "Shit!" Bucky grunted, pulling out of you as he balanced you on the wall, his hand coming to jerk himself off quicker. You put your hand over his, legs still wrapped around his torso, teasing his sensitive tip as you stroked him up and down. With a deep shudder, white stripes of cum shot out of him, painting your belly white, only to be washed away with the shower's stream.

Bucky put you down gently, making sure you wouldn't slip before cupping your face with his large hands and bringing you in for a much slower, more passionate kiss. You pulled away from him, keeping him close as you peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, trying to pull away from you and saying,

"We should have done this about 80 years ago doll, don't you think?

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