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Caught In A Web ~ The Proposal

CAUGHT IN A WEB MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 3,340ish

Request: hey there, how are ya? I was wondering if you could write something about Tony deciding to make an engagement ring for his girlfriend from scratch. like, he designs the ring, makes it, makes the ring box, everything. but we accidentally spoil his surprise by finding the designs in some random file while helping him with a mission. and now he's sad because we kinda spoiled his surprise and he's very upset, really sad, because it was supposed to be a surprise and it was supposed to be perfect. but we reassure him it's all okay, we didn't see much of it, we don't know when/how he's gonna propose. and then he proposes on a random ass day, maybe in the middle of a mission or just while we're lazily cuddling on the couch, so it ends up actually being a big surprise and he's all happy and giddy now

Notes: I decided to use this request for the one-shot! I hope everyone enjoys it!

Bruce had been hit with crumpled-up paper seven times now. No matter where he moved in the lab, Tony’s aim seemed to find him. Tony was hunched over his desk, scribbling furiously on page after page. After another four hits, Bruce could feel the Hulk inside of him getting furious. His jaw clenched as a grew vein formed up his neck.

“Hey, Tony,” Bruce said, trying to keep his emotions at bay. “Would you mind not tossing the paper?”

“Hmm?” Tony hummed, not stopping from his frantic scribbles. “Oh, yeah, sorry.” Then he tossed another one.

“You know what,” Bruce pushed away from his workspace, “I think I’m done for the day.” He walked over to Tony. “You should be too and whatever you are working on.”

“It needs to be perfect.”

Bruce’s brows furrowed as he began to study Tony’s drawings. Tony’s stress began to make sense as Bruce took in the sketches of rings and boxes.

“Are you… planning to propose?” Bruce couldn’t help the smile that took over his lips.

“Only if I can design the perfect box and ring! Nothing is turning out how I’d like.”

“Maybe you need to step away and come back to it.”

“No can do. Y/N is on a mission and I need this planned before she gets back.”

“Or you need rest since I know you haven’t gotten any since she left.”

“Can’t rest until she’s back.”

“I could get Natasha in here to drag you to bed.”

“Won’t work.”

Bruce sighed. “Y/N will be fine. Bucky is with her and we both know that he won’t let anything happen to her. This isn’t her first mission.”

“I have to get this done.”

Knowing it was useless to continue the fight, Bruce left Tony to his scribbles.

~~~

“Hold still,” Bucky grumbled. He sat in front of you as he tried to clean the cut along the side of your face. You winced as he wiped at it again. “Y/N.” He took your chin to hold your face steady. “Tony is already going to kill me because you got a scratch on you. I don’t even want to know what will happen if it scars. You have to hold still.”

“It hurts,” you pouted.

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe you shouldn’t have taken your mask off.”

“I told you, those thugs ruined the glass. I had no choice.”

“Tony’s not going to take that excuse.”

“I can handle Tony.”

“Okay, it looks like you will need a few stitches. I can do those now or you can wait for a med-bay doctor.”

“Can you do a good of a job as them?”

“Doll, I can do better.” Bucky got the needed supplies out and got to work. ��So… you and Tony…?”

“What about me and Tony?”

“Well, you two have been dating for what, two years now?”

“Yeah, we have,” you smiled longingly. 

“Have you two talked about marriage?”

“We have, a little bit.”

“Do you want that?”

“I… I do. Our relationship and life is great as it is but—“

“There’s something different about it when you're married.”

“Yes. I know that is was practically engaged to Pepper before they broke up, so I know that taking that step is a lot for him. I won’t pressure Tony into anything. I honestly just want him and then I’m good.”

“You’re too good to that man.”

“He’s too good to me, Buck.”

~~~

Tony left the lab as soon as the quinjet was announced to be minutes out. Bouncing on his heels, he watched as the jet landed in the hangar. The ramp lowered and you were rushing out to see him. Tony smiled as he took you in his arms and held you close. After a long hug, you moved to kiss him but he caught sight of the bandage on your face. Tony quickly held your face and moved to get a good look at it.

“What happened?” His tone was serious, yet full of concern.

“I’m fine, Tony,” you said, failing to move your head from the angle he was holding it. “It’s a small cut. Bucky cleaned it and stitched it up on the way back.”

“I promise, Stark, my handy work is good,” Bucky smirked as he walked down the ramp.

“You promised that you’d take care of her,” Tony moved to direct his anger at Bucky.

“And he did,” you said, stepping in between the two. “I’m fine. I barely bled. I’m okay.”

“I’ll do the paperwork tonight,” Bucky stated, heading out. “You have fun calming him down.”

“Thanks, Buck.” You took hold of Tony’s face and directed him to look at you. “Tony, I’ve been going on missions for almost a year without you. You were the one who decided that Bucky was the most trustworthy with me, which is why we were paired up. Nothing bad happened. It’s a small scrape. Everything’s fine.” You gave him a light kiss. “I’m fine.”

“You’re fine,” he breathed out before giving you a longer kiss. “I missed you.”

“I can tell.” Your thumbs rubbed the large, purple bags under his eyes. “You need to sleep when I’m gone.”

“I tried.” You gave him a pointed look. “Okay, okay, I’ll try harder next time.”

You shook your head. “No, you won’t.”

“Yeah, probably not.” Tony held you close, not ready to let out just yet. “Let’s leave tonight.”

“Leave?” You laughed. “I just got home.”

“Yeah, well, it would be two simple phone calls and the jet will be ready and so will the house in Malibu.”

You pulled back to better see Tony’s face. “Are you alright? Did something happen when I was gone?”

Tony shrugged. “I just feel like we need some alone time.”

You nodded, realizing that Tony needed some time away from all this. “Okay. You make the calls, I’ll go clean up and pack. We’ll be wheels up in a few hours.”

~~~

The new and improved Malibu Mansion was similar to the original but had your light touch everywhere. Tony had been stupid to build it without your opinions since as soon as he began asking your opinions, he realized he loved them. Tony made sure that the house had everything the two of you would possibly need.

There was a joint workspace downstairs, with a retracting wall. The two of you had a large shared bedroom and bathroom with a private balcony, pool, and hot tub attached. There was a large training room with access to large posts along the side of the cliff that you could swing off of. (Of course, there was a net underneath them, Tony couldn’t take any chances when it came to you.) The large water feature that the mansion once had was still there with the staircases, only with lights that changed color. The place was sleek and modern, yet homely.

Tony kissed your head as the two of you walked into the house. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe that this was your life. The money, the powers, the fame, the family. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“So, what do you want to do first?” You asked.

“I was thinking that we could have some fun in the hot tub,” Tony smirked as he pulled you into him. “Then maybe the bed…” He kissed under your ear, “then, once we’re finished with that, maybe a romantic dinner at a restaurant on the beach.” He kissed under your other ear. “What do you think?”

“I think that I won’t want to leave the bed and you should just order pizza instead.”

“Great idea.”

~~~

Exactly as you had said, you didn’t leave the bed, making Tony order pizza and then get it from the delivery man at the door. As much as you loved the weird family atmosphere of the Tower, it was always nice to get away, just you and Tony. After the two of you had your fun and cleaned up, you fell asleep in each other’s arms. You were sleeping peacefully, though the man who was wrapped around you, wasn’t. His mind was playing dirty tricks on him.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” 

Tony had made sure that everything was perfect. He had cleaned up and decorated the old rooftop you used to meet on himself. He had sent you the text that told you when and where to meet and had nervously paced around until he saw you nearing. As soon as your mask was off, Tony was down on one knee, pulling out the box and ring that he had painstakingly made by hand. The question fell from his lips before he could even think about it.

You stood there in silence, giving nothing on your face after he asked the question. Suddenly, you began laughing. Tony’s brows furrowed in confusion at the tone of your laugh. It wasn’t your happy one.

“Seriously, Tony?” You asked, trying to calm the laughter. “A marriage proposal?”

If his heart could have fallen from his chest and broken into a million little pieces, it would have.

“I thought—“

“You thought, what, Tony? First, we have almost a twenty-year age gap. Second, I love our relationship but you are not the marrying type. Pepper saw to that.”

Outside the dream, Tony began whimpering and holding you tighter. Slowly, you woke and realized that something was wrong. You were no stranger to Tony’s PTSD episodes, but they were few and far between. You turned in Tony’s arms and tried to pull yourself out of them, only for him to harshly grab a hold of your arms.

“Tony,” you called, trying to wake him as his hands held on harder. “Tony, wake up. It’s just a dream.” His nails were pressing so hard into your skin, that he was drawing blood. “Tony,” you slightly shook him before placing your hands on his face, “wake up. Come on, wake up!”

Tony suddenly gasped and sat up. His hands ripped away from your arms as he tried to catch his breath. Carefully, you moved closer, placing a comforting hand on his back.

“It’s okay,” you said. “It was just a dream… you’re okay. I’m okay… we’re both safe.” 

Tony’s heart was still racing—or breaking—with his breaths still coming out in pants. You knelt next to him, rubbing small circles on his back. It was concerning to you that he hadn’t sought out the comfort of your embrace as soon as he woke like he so often did. He was almost, distancing himself from you. You waited until Tony was breathing evenly to speak up again.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You quietly asked.

“I… uh… I need some time,” Tony said. He still hadn’t looked at you, even while he slid back off the bed. “I need some air.”

“Tony,” you reached out for him, but he hurried around the bed.

“I’m fine. Go back to sleep.” Then he was gone, leaving you kneeling on the bed with blood trickling down your arms.

~~~

Neither of you got any more sleep that night. Tony locked himself on his side of the workshop while you had laid back down in the bed and silently cried into Tony’s pillow. You were confused as to what Tony’s dream could have been about that he would pull away from you like that. The sting on your upper arms had died down, but there was still dried blood down your arms.

Without thinking, you finally got up and headed down to the workshop. It was surprisingly unlocked and you entered.

“Tony?” You called, looking around for him. “Tony?”

“Excuse me, Miss,” FRIDAY interrupted, “but the Boss is currently out running an errand. He should be back soon.”

“Oh, okay.”

Deciding that you’ll just wait for him in the workshop, you went over to Tony’s desk. You started looking over the papers lying around. They seemed to be sketches of something, which only intrigued you more. Tony was more apt to design something using his technology, not on paper. So what was he working on? 

Moving the pages around, got your heart beating rapidly. There were sketches of boxes, the dimensions catching your eye. After the boxes, came the rings. Tony was planning to propose and he was designing everything himself. Tears of excitement and pure love pricked at your eyes as you took in the sketches.

“FRIDAY wasn’t supposed to let you down here,” Tony’s voice came from behind you. It was almost completely void of emotion.

You spun around. “I’m so sorry, Tony. I didn’t mean to—“

“It’s fine… It was already ruined anyway.” He rushed over and gathered the papers up.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Tony wouldn’t look at you, just stuffing the papers into a briefcase that could only be unlocked by Tony. “Nothing. It’s fine.”

“Clearly, it’s not… Tony, I’m sorry for seeing the plans. I didn’t mean to.”

You watched as Tony’s jaw clenched and he walked toward one of the cars parked with the briefcase in hand. You stood up and followed.

“Tony, please talk to me,” you begged. “Something happened last night in your dreams, I know it. I can’t help you unless you open up to me.” He threw the briefcase into one of his fancy convertibles before looking down at the ground with his hands on his hips. “If it helps, I really didn’t see much of the sketches. And it’s not like I know when and where you’ll propose. It’s all still a surprise. Besides, knowing you, you’ll change the box and ring a few more times anyway, trying to make it perfect for me. Tony…” You reached out and tentatively placed a hand on his back. When Tony didn’t do anything to push you away, you pressed your hand more against his back and stepped closer. “What can I do to fix this?”

Tony’s shoulders sagged with a sigh. After a moment, he slowly turned around. He took your hands and focused on them. “I asked and you laughed…” Tony’s words were barely audible.

“What?”

“In my dream,” Tony spoke up, eyes still on your intertwined hands, “I asked you to marry me and you laughed… You told me that I’m not the marriage type. That… that Pepper saw to that.”

Somedays you hated Tony’s mind as much as you adored it. There were demons in there, always trying to claw away at Tony’s happiness. But you wouldn’t let the demons win, not on your watch.

“Tony, look at me,” you moved your head to try and get his gaze. “Please.” When he finally looked at you, you could see unshed tears holding strong in his eyes. “If you—when you ask me to marry you, I promise I will not laugh… I love you more than anything. I can guarantee that I will say yes, whenever you decide to propose. Tomorrow, 1 year from now, ten years from now, or even never. You will always have me, okay?”

Tony nodded. “Okay.” You pulled him into an embrace and he kissed the side of your head. “I’m still mad you saw the sketches.”

“I know.”

“I’m blaming FRIDAY.”

You laughed. “Be honest, those sketches are the final design.”

“Not even close.”

~~~

The two of you stayed at the Malibu mansion for two weeks, enjoying the peace and quiet together. Tony was still sad about you seeing the sketches and so you promised to stay away from his side of the workshop and the lab when you returned to the Tower or Compound. When the two of you went back to the Team, you were swept up in lab work and missions. Before you knew it had been four months since you had seen the sketches of the ring box and ring, and it was basically forgotten about. Well, forgotten about to you.

“You seriously called a Team meeting for this?” Bucky asked. 

Bucky, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, Bruce, and Tony were all surrounding the conference room table. On top of the conference room table, there were twenty-two ring boxes with matching rings inside of each of them.

“I can’t decide,” admitted Tony. “I need to choose the perfect one and I can’t do that.”

“You made all these?” Sam asked, studying a box and ring up close. “By hand?”

“Yes, Wilson, yet none of them seem right.”

“I’m sure she’ll love whichever one you choose,” Bruce said. 

“I can’t just choose whichever one! This is a proposal! This is Y/N! Everything has to be perfect!”

“Okay,” Natasha said, placing her hands on Tony’s shoulders. “I think that you need to take a deep breath and calm down.”

“I can’t mess this up, Red… I can’t lose the best thing in my life.”

“And you won’t, even if you chose the wrong ring.”

Bucky sighed and picked up one of the boxes off of the table. “I choose this one.”

“Viz and I like this one,” Wanda said, grabbing another box.

“I think this one’s the best,” Sam swiped one up. 

Natasha, Steve, and Bruce each chose a ring box. The chosen boxes were put on one end of the table while the leftover boxes were pushed to the side.

“Now you only have to choose from six rings,” Natasha said. She squeezed his hand. “You can do this. Let us know if you need anything else.”

~~~

As the weeks wore on, you noticed that Tony was more anxious and jumpy than usual. You often asked what was up and he would either brush it off or tell you that it was just concern for the next mission. You didn’t really believe him, but you knew he would open up in time.

“Okay, Avengers,” Tony called over the comms. “Let’s finish the job and head home.”

“Says the man who’s not fighting hand-to-hand combat,” Natasha grumbled as she kicked a man in the face.

You laughed as you swung around, tying up bad guys with your webs. “Give him some slack, Nat,” you commented. “He is an old man after all.”

“Hey!” Tony exclaimed. “May I remind you that you are dating this ‘old man’.”

“I love you!”

The Team kept fighting for a while longer, and slowly the droves of bad guys were dying down. As you swung around to check on your teammates, you noticed a sniper on the ground, aiming at Tony.

“Tony!” You screamed. “Watch out!”

You swooped in and kicked the sniper down before he could shoot. You quickly tied the man up while Tony landed behind you. His helmet disappeared as he took you in.

“Marry me,” the words slipped out before his mind could even register it.

“What?” You questioned, spinning around to face him, mask quickly disappearing.

“Marry me,” Tony’s words were louder, more sure, as he stepped toward you. A part of his suit disappeared, allowing Tony to grab the box in his pocket before the suit formed around him again. “I want you to marry me.” He lifted the ring box, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring. 

“Tony… that ring… it’s beautiful.”

“I made it, box and all, just for you.”

“You are unbelievable.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.” He got down on one knee. “So, Y/N, sweetheart, my spidey-girl… will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you rasped, getting emotional. “Of course, I’ll marry you.”

Tony stood up and you leapt onto him, crashing your lips onto his. The Team, having surrounded the two of you, cheered. When you pulled back, the two of you were grinning from ear to ear. Tony took your hand, the nanotech glove disappearing before he pushed the ring onto your finger.

“I love you, tin man,” you whispered.

“I don’t think you can even begin to understand my love for you, spidey-girl,” Tony replied, pulling you in for another kiss.

Bucky elbowed Sam, a smirk on his lips. “You owe me ten bucks, Wilson,” he said. “I knew he’d pick my ring.”

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Night Changes

Fandom: MCU Avengers

Pairing(s): Tony Stark/Iron Man x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Tony doesn’t want to be alone. So, he decides to show up at your quarters. You allow him in. One thing leads to another and suddenly the friendship status changes overnight.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fanfic. They are owned by Stan Lee, Marvel Comics, the writers, producers, and directors of the films. I am simply borrowing them for this Fanfic.

A/N: Y/N-Your Name. ✨✨✨✨-Indications of a time skip.

Warning(s): Out character Moments? Alcohol consumption. Implied smut. Open ending?

Word Count: 738

A soft knock on your door pulled your attention from your TV. You glanced to the alarm clock that sat on the table next to the couch. The red numbers on the clock read twelve minutes after midnight. You paused your movie and made your way to the door. When you opened the door you were slightly surprised to see Tony standing in front of you. He looked tired, but you could tell he wasn’t ready for sleep.

“What’s up?” You asked him. “Don’t want to be alone right now. Can I come in?” Tony said. You smiled and stepped aside to let him in. “Rough night?” You asked him. “Sort of.” Tony said as he plopped on the couch. You walked to your mini fridge to grab him a drink. You handed him the drink before taking a seat next to him. You pressed play and turned your attention back to the TV. Tony made himself comfortable and decided to watch the movie with you.

At some point you had moved closer to him and snuggled up into his side. Tony smiled and put his arm around you, pulling you a lot closer to him. Before the next movie played you pulled yourself away from Tony to grab more drinks. A few drinks turned into several drinks, followed by tons of stories, and lots of laughter.

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You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes. Your head was currently pounding. You rolled over on to your back, splaying your arms out. You froze when your left arm hit something solid. You slowly turned your head to glance to your left side. “Oh, boy.” You whispered as you realized what you hit was Tony. He was laying on his stomach, his face towards the wall. You began to sit up slowly, lifting the covers to look under them. Once you fully sat up you let the covers fall down. Through the pain in your head you tried your best to remember the events of last night.

“We drank, we talked...” You glanced over to Tony. “Then we got intimate.” You whispered. When you tried to get out of bed Tony stopped you. “Morning, sweetheart.” He spoke softly. You couldn’t help but smile at his morning face and messed up hair. “Hey.” You said. “You remember last night, right?” He asked gently. “I do. Most of it.” You said. “Do you regret it?” Tony sat up beside you as he asked the question. You looked from Tony to your hands. Silence fell over the two of you for at least five minutes.

“My head may hurt from all the drinks. But, I don’t regret it. Do you regret it?” You asked him. “No. To be honest, I tried my hardest to put all of how I felt into my actions last night.” Tony gently took your chin into his hand, turning your eyes to him. “I’ve had feelings for you, for the longest time. It wasn’t until last night that I realized those feelings were true. Though, I didn’t expect to express my feelings the way I did, but I’m glad it happened.” Tony said before pulling you into a gentle kiss. When you pulled away, you gently got up to take medication for the headache. Tony sat on the bed silently watching you.

“So, after last night, what are we to each other?” You asked as you took a seat on the foot of your bed. The clothes you had picked for the day sitting beside you. “I’d like to say we’re more than teammates, and more than friends. That’s if you’re okay with that?” Tony asked as he finally got out of the bed. Pulling his boxers on. “I’d love that.” You told him. “How do you think the team will handle this development?” You asked nervously. “Well, I believe they will handle it just fine.” Tony took a seat beside you. He gave you a reassuring smile as he held your hand in his. “You should probably get dressed before we walk out of here.” He told you in a teasing tone. “Nah, I’ll just walk out in my birthday suit. Gotta keep ‘em on their toes.” You joked as you stood up to put your clothes on. Tony watched your every move. Heart swelling with pride and love as he did. “Plus, you’re one to talk. All you’ve got on are your boxers.” You teased him.

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Dream Team

Tony Stark x OC (you)

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Gunfire exploded all around me. 

Tony and I were outnumbered twenty to one. In my experience, that’s the most fair odds these guys were going to get. We stood at the top of a massive wooden, spiral stairwell on a small landing. Bullets splintered the wood all around us, I felt tiny lacerations in my cheeks and the exposed skin on my arms. Gritting my teeth, I raised my arms and looked at Tony. He caught my eye and nodded. 

He lifted his arms and a high pitched whine filled the air as he shot two light beams from the metal palms on his hands. I moved my fingers in the air, the light beams breaking from their straight path and following my guidance. The beams spiraled down the staircase, snaking through each of the gunmen one by one. They dropped like flies. It was almost too easy.

Once it had clicked that I could manipulate light and energy, just not create it, there was a general consensus that Tony and I would be paired for every mission possible. It just worked. 

We’d cleared the men out of our immediate line of sight, but experience taught me that didn’t mean anything. 

“Dozen more, about ten flights below, headed our way. Giddyup, kid.” Tony briefed me on the intelligence he undoubtedly just got from his suit. 

Just as I began to climb on the bannister, a small explosion rocked us backwards. I landed flat on my back on the hard ground, the wind fully knocked out of me. I groaned and forced myself to open my eyes, rolling to look for Tony. He’d been pushed back, but the thrusters on his boots kicked in and kept him upright. His helmet, however, had been blown completely off. Dark hair, tousled. Eyes, vaguely irritated. The only person I know who would look vaguely irritated after nearly getting their head blown off. He held a metal hand out to me, pulling me to my feet. 

Tony, Iron Man, flew over the bannister and hovered just below the railing. I boosted myself onto the railing and dropped onto his shoulders, my thighs on either side of his now exposed neck. We descended slowly down the middle of the staircase, both of our arms raised in preparation for attack. 

Both of us were on high alert, now having lost the luxury of FRIDAY in Tony’s ear. I could already hear Cap’s “I told you so” when we got back for the briefing. He was a huge proponent of self-sufficiency and not being reliant on technology. Most of the time we’d just give him shit because he was a tech-averse old man, but in this case, he was right. 

I closed my eyes and focused on the energy in the room. I felt my hearing perk up as I honed in on the sound waves around us. The hum of Tony’s suit. The sound of my heartbeat. The burning of the thrusters. The light shuffle of combat boots on sawdust. 

“Tony. Ten o’clock. Now.” 

He raised his hands and fired. Moving my hands fluidly, I sent the beam around the staircase below us, hearing satisfying yells as the men were all taken out. We descended more rapidly now that any cover was blown. I pulled my hands toward my body and spread my palms flat in the air, the blue beam of light coming close to us and flattening into a translucent shield. 

Tony fired a few more times from behind the shield, taking out any stragglers. When we approached the bottom of the staircase, I dropped my hands, letting the shield down. 

“I told you not to call me kid.” I knotted my fingers in Tony’s hair, conveniently right between my legs, and tugged. 

“Ow, okay, don’t take it out on my abnormally full head of hair.” His boots touched down gently on the ground. Instead of hopping off of his shoulders, I decided to have a little fun in honor of another successful mission. I pinched the tip of my glove between my teeth and slid my hand out. Reaching around to the front of his face, I cupped Tony’s jaw, stubble pricking the palm of my hand. My thumb ran along his lower lip, instantly relaxing when he felt my touch. I tugged down, parting his lips. His tongue slid over the tip of my thumb before gently biting down. 

“Having flashbacks, already?” He dropped his right shoulder, sliding me off and into a bridal style carry. 

“I was going to call it a vision of the future.” I brought my hand to my own mouth and licked the outline of my thumb. 

He let out a low whistle as he gently deposited me on my feet. Pressing a thumb to his ear, he spoke into our comms system. 

“Dream team, ready for extraction, make it snappy. I’ve got business waiting for me.” His eyes never left mine. 

“Copy that, Mr. Stark. The Quinjet will be at the extraction point in t-30 seconds.”

We stepped outside the building just as the wind from the jet began to pick up. Leaves swirled around us and I held a hand up to cover my eyes from the dust. Trekking up the ramp, we were greeted with a familiar voice. 

“Excellent work, you two.” Nick Fury stood at the helm of the ship, Maria in the cockpit as our pilot. 

“Not that I don’t always love to see your face, Captain Hook, but why exactly are you here? I do recall inventing a groundbreaking software that made these things fully autonomous, say uh, last month.” Tony’s irritation was only mildly apparent as the suit disassembled around him. 

“Well, you see, it’s come to our attention that some members of the team, and I’m not gonna name names, can’t be trusted to be alone on a Quinjet without…Maria, what are the words I’m looking for?” 

“Without screwing each other’s brains out, sir.” She called from the cockpit. 

My cheeks flushed but I couldn’t help but grin. Tony raised an eyebrow, but didn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed. “I’m sorry, since when is it a crime to take care of my personal matters in my personal property? Also, correct me if I’m wrong,” He turned to me. “But, didn’t we just successfully collect all the intelligence we were sent in to get, with zero casualties and a total mission time of 47 minutes?” 

“46 minutes and 38 seconds.” I smirked, pulling two zip drives from the pouch on the side of my suit. 

“Mr. Stark, while we’re ever so grateful for your donation of the fleet,” Fury’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “They are, actually, SHIELD property. As with all SHIELD property, they are fully equipped with a comprehensive audio-visual system for security and training purposes. In other words, every single goddamn thing done or said in one of these is broadcast to our mission control and intelligence room and all 50 agents inside of it.” His voice had raised by the end of the sentence. 

I chewed on my lower lip to keep from laughing. Glancing at Tony, I could tell he felt equally as shameless. 

“Well, that would have been prudent to mention in the briefing.” 

“You think we have to tell any of the other Avengers not to fuck in the Quinjet?” Fury asked incredulously. 

“Cap and Barnes? Romanoff and Banner? I feel targeted, personally.” He strode over to the small fridge and tossed me a water. 

“Likewise,” I sat in one of the large bucket seats at the front of the jet. “I’m feeling very violated by my employer. I think I’m going to need to speak to human resources.” 

“Your concerns are very serious, why don’t you come to my office when we get back and we can address them expeditiously.” Tony sat across from me. 

“I think that’s best.” I winked. 

“Good God almighty, you’re like motherfuckin’ rabbits. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, my ass.” Fury sat down next to Maria, who was failing to fight a grin. 

When we landed at the compound, I could feel eyes on Tony and I from every side as we crossed the tarmac towards the equipment room. 

“Should I feel embarrassed?” I said, under my breath as we walked along. 

“Eh, you get used to it.” He shrugged. “Believe it or not, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve accidentally made a sex tape.”

“I know.” He cocked an eyebrow at me. “How do you think I knew you’d like it when I-” 

“Briefing in fifteen, upstairs. Get your suits to the equipment team for repairs beforehand.” Fury interrupted. “Don’t be late.” 

The door slid shut behind him, leaving us standing in the expanse locker room, decorated with the most advanced superhero garb modern technology can create. 

“Fifteen minutes?” I grinned, lifting my hair off of my neck so Tony could unzip me. 

“Ten more than I need.”

[eykismyfav]

Avengers Masterlist

❤️‍🩹- Angst, 💕-Fluff, 💔- Self Doubt/ Insecurity

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Thor

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

One Shot

Showing Weakness Tony Stark x Avenger!reader  ❤️‍🩹💕

Bruce Banner (Hulk)

One Shot

Sick Day with Dad Father!Bruce Banner x Sick!Daughter!reader💕

Dr. Steven Strange Avengers Together

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Natasha: *before a mission* Who’s turn is it to give a pep talk?

Steve: *sighs* Y/N’s…

Y/N: *stands dramatically on the table* All right, people, let’s fuck shit up out there and not die!

Tony: *wipes away a fake tear* So inspirational

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[romanoffshouse]

[Natasha speaking Russian]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Tony: You speak Russian?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"

Y/N: She says it a lot.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Bed side drawer - Peter Parker

summary: when Tony finds a box of condoms Peter's bed side drawer, he doesn't expect Peter's girlfriend to walk into the room, causing an awkward interaction. a/n: my toxic trait is that i always imagine tasm!peter even tho it's in the avengers universe 0.6k wc

When Peter walks into his bedroom, the first thing his eyes lay on is the box of condoms in his mentor's hand. Tony Stark smirks from where he sits on his mentee's bed, drinking the cup of coffee Aunt May had so graciously prepared him. Peter's eyes go wide, flickering between his open bed side drawer and his mentor, and he dives across the room to get the box from him. Peter nearly hits his head against the wall when Tony tosses the box in the air, catching it in his hand when it falls down again. Peter's face flushes red as he scrambles back up, straightening his bed sheets where he haphazardly landed on them, mouth gaping open. Peter can hear you laughing with his Aunt May in the living room about another one of May's stories. She always had to tell you about the stories of how smitten he was with you, an attempt for your relationship to last forever. He needs to get that box before you walk in because that was not the situation he imagined you'd meet Mr. Stark in. He refused to let it happen.

Peter tilts his head to the side with desperate eyes, begging "Please give me those Mr. Stark." Tony grins teasingly, saying "You know these only work when there are two people involved, right?" Peter doesn't have time to react before the door to his room opens again and you walk in, saying something about the story Aunt May had told you before your eyes land on the older man in the room, prompting you to go silent. Oh no, Peter thinks. Tony quickly's eyes quickly scan you where you awkwardly stand in the doorway, and the obvious mortification that settles on your face at the realisation of who he is.

"Oh."

"Oh." Tony's tone is suggestive, and completely different from yours. He stands up from Peter's bed, slowly making his way across the room to you. His eyes flicker between you and Peter, the box of condoms still in his hands as you shoot a hand out in front of you, smiling nervously and saying "Hi, I'm y/n." in a lowsy attempt to ignore the box laying in the man's hand, eyes glancing down to it a couple of times. Tony shakes your hand, introducing himself, before asking "And who might you be y/n?" Gulping, you glance between your boyfriend, whose face has flushed a dark shade of red, and the avenger standing in front of you. "I'm Peter's girlfriend." You state, eyes widening as Tony puts the box of condoms in your hand.

"There are two people involved then..." You hear him mutter under his breath, but it's nothing as embarrassing as Aunt May walking into the busy room and observing the situation, attention immediately caught by the box of condoms that you throw at your boyfriend in a panic. The box hits Peter's chest and falls on the floor, and neither of you make a move to pick it up whilst you smile awkwardly at May, who follows Tony out of the room. You huff when they walk out, turning around to dig your head into Peter's chest in humiliation. Your boyfriend hugs you close, rubbing a hand on your back, and he's happy you can't hear Tony say "That girl seems too sweet to be having sex with your nephew." or his Aunt May's scoff of "Yeah until you come back home after a night with your friends and hear everything through those walls. She really knows how to talk dirty."

[buckyalpine]

I love Bucky loving his body. I love Bucky loved by the team. I love Bucky having his happy ending with a family. Imagine Bucky lounging around the sofa with his little baby girl tucked in his arm, her sweet face covered in frosting after smothering half of her cupcake onto her cheeks. The icing is bright red just like Tony's suit and it's his birthday party afterall, so everything is in full swing. Most of the cupcake is squished between her fingers, very little actually making it into her mouth but Bucky doesn't mind. He chuckles, watching her with heart eyes as she happily smears it onto his crisp white shirt, babbling and cooing, now sucking her thumb.

He is absolutely unbothered by this, all he sees is his happy little baby with her cheeky smile licking up all the frosting just like her mama. While Bucky couldn't care less about his shirt, a few others certainly did.

"Better get dunk that shirt into a bucket of tide pens Barnes" Clint snorted.

"Actually the quicker you get it off, the less likely it is to stain. Take it off now" Tony's voice went from fatherly advice to a seductive growl making Bucky's face twist in amusement, pink starting to color his cheeks.

"Yeah, give the little munchkin to y/n and take it off. Cause of the stain" Nat agreed, cocking an eyebrow. You giggled watching the scene unfold before you, your husband growing bashfully shy.

"Can't hurt punk" Steve shrugged and Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head until he realized his best friend had been nursing a rather large glass of Asgardian mead. Tipsy Steve was always a little bit of a pervert...

"I-

"For the stain"

"I think you just want me to take my shirt off" Bucky huffed while you grinned, giving his cheek a peck before taking your little princess in your arms.

"Can't blame them handsome, c'mon, show em' how lucky I am" you whisper and that sells it. Couldn't hurt and since they were all asking...

"Just take it off!" Nat howled with a wink, a bunch of whistles when Bucky sighed, indulging the team a little. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it off to a genuinely concerned Sam who would normally make sure the shirt got sent to the cleaners but this is too good so he throws it into a bucket of cold water and is back within seconds.

"Good God"

"Jesus"

"You look fuckin' good terminator"

"Alright, alright" Bucky holds his hands up, unable to stop the way his ears are bright red, shaking his head when you blow him a kiss making him blush more.

"Body shots!"

"What?"

"Yes"

Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement, and Bucky snorts, loving the way you egg him on, his daughter also squealing with excitement.

"Go on Sarge, y'know you look good"

He lies down on the bar table, surrounded by just the team, abs beautifully flexed as Nat pours a generous amount of some type of alcohol right on his belly button.

"When else will we get this lucky" She says with a playful smirk while Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Why are you cracking your knuckles, what the hell do you plan on-

"ME FIRST" He doesn't give anyone a chance, face planting himself into Bucky's tummy, his lips sealed, drinking every bit of the burning liquor with a satisfied hum.

"How much has he had to drink"

"Who cares, me next"

"I think you've licked enough of my husband"

"You get him all the time, don't be greedy"

"That cute little chubby ball of frosting and giggles is enough evidence you get him every which way, besides isn't there another one cooking, y'can't have any now git"

"Blink twice if you need help"

"Bro looks like an angel"

"Why aren't you blinking"

"Crafted by the heavens"

"You like this, don't you"

Bucky can't help but chuckle, surrounded by idiots. Drunk idiots. His wife. His baby girl. Another little one on the way. All who love him. Would protect him. Life was good.

[literaryavenger]

You Were My Sunshine

Summary: Once a year you disappear for a whole day. Nobody knows where you go or what you do, but the team has learned to let you have your privacy. This year though, Bucky's curiosity gets the better of him and he follows you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death. Grief. Some angst. Fluff. No mentions of Y/N.

Word Count: 3K

A/N: I realize this is a little heavy and you absolutely don't need to read it. This one's mostly for me, but I thought why not post it and let Bucky comfort other people, if you need it. As always, my inbox is always open if you want to even just chat. I hope someone likes this. Also, I promise the requests are coming, a little slowly but they're coming. I'm on vacation for two weeks so I'll spend the time writing, probably.

Masterlist

“Have a good day.” Steve calls after you as you pass the kitchen.

You stop in front of the door to smile at Steve and wave at the team as they all have breakfast together before you keep making your way to the elevator that will take you to the parking garage.

“So, we’re really just accepting this?” Bucky asks the team when the elevators close behind you and he’s sure you can’t hear him.

“Yes, Buck.” Steve says firmly.

“But-” Bucky’s protests are cut off by Tony.

“She’s entitled to her privacy.” He says firmly. “Just let it go, Frosty.”

Bucky ignores the nickname and looks around the team, searching for anyone that might have his back, but nobody else seems to be too invested in your day. Bucky gets up with a huff and makes his way to the training room, resigned that he has to let you be.

You’ve always been an open person, you’re always there for everybody that needs you and you’re not afraid to talk about anything with anybody.

Your life is an open book.

Which is precisely why it drives Bucky crazy that, once a year, you disappear for an entire day and nobody knows where you go or what you do.

You disable all your communication devices, the tracking in your car and you don’t use credit cards anywhere. 

It’s like you cease to exist for a day, leaving no trace that you were anywhere.

At least that’s how the team sees it. 

They’ve all tried to figure out where you go, but that’s the only subject that you never talk about and, every time anyone asks you about it, your answer is always the same:

Don’t worry about it.

After so many years, the whole team has decided to listen to you and stopped worrying about it. 

Everyone except Bucky.

It’s not like you’re that close with him, but he considers you his friend and he trusts you, so it irks him that you have this huge secret that nobody knows anything about.

Needless to say, he worries about it a lot.

That’s why right now he finds himself tip toeing down to the garage. He sees you get into your car and drive away and, without even thinking about it, he jumps on his bike and follows you.

He knows this is wrong, he knows he shouldn’t follow you, that you’re allowed to have your secrets. But he can’t help himself when it comes to you. You make him lose control, you make him go insane. 

He just needs you. to know.

So he follows you, as discreetly as only a trained assassin knows how. He follows you into the city and stops a few cars away when you park in front of a secondhand bookstore. Bucky knows that shop all too well, it’s one of his favorite places to visit when he’s in the city.

He waits until you disappear behind a shelf before going in, watching you as you browse the books. It looks to Bucky like you’re looking for a particular book, when you find it, he can see your face lighting up.

You turn the book to look at the back cover and Bucky can read the title very clearly. ‘Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince’, one of your favorite books. Bucky knows that because he’s talked about it with you for hours, along with all the other books of the series and the Lord of the Rings books, Bucky’s favorites.

You chat amicably with the older guy that owns the shop while you pay for your book and then leave, getting back into your car with Bucky still on your tail.

Next you go to a small bakery and buy a coffee and a cupcake. Thankfully for Bucky you’re too distracted by talking with the nice, old lady that owns the place to notice him buying his own coffee.

He follows you again as you cross the street to the park in front of the bakery and walk until you find a secluded spot. You sit down against a tree and continue peacefully reading your book under the summer sun while sipping your iced coffee.

Bucky sits on a bench nearby where he has a visual on you, but you can’t really see him unless you were really looking for him. But you’re so engrossed in reading that Bucky’s sure he could sit next to you and you wouldn’t even realize it.

He knows you get like that when you’re reading something that captures your attention, and the Harry Potter books always do, no matter how many times you’ve read them already.

Bucky always thought you looked so cute while reading. You make no attempt to hide your reactions and it amuses him. So he spends the next few hours just watching you read, watching your beautiful face shining in the sunlight as you frown and snort and laugh and pout as your eyes dart around the pages.

It’s actually relaxing, he thinks to himself. Is this what you do every year? Take a whole day just to read without the chaos of the Compound and nobody to bother you?

But why would you be so secretive about this? Reading for hours with a cup of coffee is something you’d done countless times in your room, on the roof, in the backyard of the Compound or even in the common room, never really bothered by the noise the team makes when you’re so into the words you’re reading.

So why do it in secret?

After a few hours, around lunch time, you finally come out of the book’s trance and gather your things before getting up.

Bucky frowns when you don’t get back into your car and follows you as you walk to a small family owned Italian restaurant that Bucky’s never been to but always wanted to try. He discreetly follows you in and takes a table in the back where you can’t see him.

He watches you interact with the owner, the waiter and even the cook comes out to talk to you. It’s clear that they all know you and it seems to Bucky like you’re pretty close to them even though he’s never even heard you mention this place before. When you’re done eating, Bucky sees you playfully fight with the owner that doesn’t want to let you pay so you leave a generous tip that amounts to more than your check is and the owner chuckles to himself when you wink as you walk out.

After lunch, which Bucky has to admit was pretty good, he follows you to a flower shop a couple of doors down and he’s surprised to see the owner greeting you like old friends. It looks like she was already anticipating your arrival, a bouquet of blue roses already on the counter and ready to go when you arrive. You chat with the older woman for a few minutes before paying and leaving the flower shop to go to your car.

It’s clear to Bucky by now that you obviously have a routine on your secret day, and everyone you see on this day knows it.

So why don’t the Avengers? 

You looked so comfortable with all the people you’ve met today, Bucky can’t help but think that maybe you don’t feel like you belong on the team.

You drive until you arrive at your destination and Bucky is both surprised and confused when you park in the parking lot of a cemetery, get out of your car and enter it.

He subtly follows you in, watching you walk past a few graves and it looks to him like you know your way around by how effortlessly you walk without needing to check the names, stopping at one almost at the end of the row you were in while Bucky keeps his distance, always making sure to stay out of sight.

He sees you take a deep breath before kneeling in front of the grave and putting down the bouquet of flowers in front of it.

“Hi, mom…” You wipe the dirt off the tombstone and tidy the flowers in front of it with what Bucky’s sure it’s a forced smile. “Happy birthday.”

You take out the cupcake you bought that Bucky now realizes you hadn’t eaten yet and he sees you put a small red birthday candle on it and light it, then you just look at it for a few seconds before you sigh and blow it out.

“So…” You say quietly, looking back at the tombstone and Bucky can see a tear falling down your cheek.

A piece of Bucky's heart breaks seeing you so vulnerable and hurting like this, but he stays put no matter how much he wants to be at your side right now.

Bucky stands there in complete silence, hearing everything you say, hanging on to every word. He hears you talk about everything that happened in the past year, he listens to you talk about missions and parties and holidays. He hears you talk about the whole team and his heart flutters a little when you mention his name too.

You talk for a while and, after he assumes you run out of new things to say, he sees you taking out the book you just bought today.

“So, this year we finally got to the half-blood prince.” You say with a small smile. “It’s our favorite, hadn’t read it in a while.”

Bucky sees you open it and go to the page you left the bookmark in.

“It took me longer than I thought to find your favorite quote, I have to admit.” You say with a small chuckle. “It’s like 400 pages in, don’t judge me.” 

Bucky chuckles quietly at your playfulness, even in this situation. He can’t help but find you adorable.

“It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more.” You read the quote before closing the book and looking back at the grave. “That’s what you told me when I was scared of the dark…” You say quietly with a smile.

“And that’s what you told me before you…” You trail off, not being able to finish your sentence as tears start streaming down your cheeks but Bucky has a pretty good idea where you were going.

That's what she told you before she died, so you wouldn't be scared.

He’s more than surprised that he didn’t know your mother died, and he’s pretty sure the rest of the team doesn’t know either.

Admittedly, families are a very touchy subject for the Avengers.

But Bucky’s even more surprised to see you breaking down, something you’ve never done before. You’re cheery, you’re bubbly, you’re everyone’s little ray of sunshine.

And it breaks Bucky’s heart to know you’ve been falling apart when you’re by yourself all these years.

“I’m sorry I only come here once a year, I just…” You start, so quietly that Bucky’s glad he has enhanced hearing otherwise he's sure he wouldn't be able to hear you. “I miss you so much and I can’t… I can’t bear this.”

He sees you running your fingers gently over the tombstone as you take a deep, shaky breath, but you can’t stop crying.

“I’m trying to be the person you loved…” You say after a moment of silence. “Your little ray of sunshine.” You chuckle softly through the tears.

It makes sense to Bucky now why you always try to be there for everyone else. It’s how you’ve always been, apparently. Always making sure no one feels alone because deep down you feel the most alone, and you don’t want anyone else to feel that way.

You are my sunshine

Bucky’s thoughts get interrupted when he hears you quietly starting to sing. 

My only sunshine

Bucky knows this song. It’s a lullaby that he’s heard you sing once before.

Clint’s family visited him at the Compound and you offered to watch his kids so he and his wife could have a date night.

You probably didn’t realize he heard you, you probably thought you were alone and it’s not like he was spying on you. He just happened to pass by when you were in Clint’s room, trying to get the three kids to sleep by singing to them.

You make me happy, when skies are gray 

You take a breath before continuing but your voice wavers a little. 

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you

Bucky can see you’re having trouble getting the words out, your voice almost breaking.

Please don’t take… My sunshine… Away

Before you can even get the last word out, you break down completely, burying your face in your hands while sobbing.

Bucky feels his heart break as he takes in your pain. He wishes there was some clear and simple solution to making this all better for you, but there's always been so much he doesn't understand about complex emotions like these. 

Right now, as he's watching how broken you are, though, he knows that he doesn't even care about understanding. He just wants to comfort you, to try and make it better...

Bucky comes to rest beside you, he kneels down to your level and places his hand gently on your shoulder. “Hey…” He says quietly.

His presence startles you and you go into defense mode, taking his hand on your shoulder and bending it, then using your grip on his arm to push him face down on the ground.

Bucky didn’t expect you to react so quickly and aggressively which makes it easier for you to catch him off-guard and pin him down.

“Goddammit, Bucky!” You say after you finally recognize him and let him go, getting up and scrambling back to put some distance between you and him while breathing heavily.

For a moment, Bucky is a little stunned. It's rare that anyone is able to get the jump on him like that. But then he snaps back to reality. He lets you make your distance while getting back to his feet and stands a few feet away from you.

“Did you fucking follow me?!” Your sadness is quickly forgotten and replaced with anger.

“I…” Bucky doesn’t know what to say. He knows he’s in the wrong here and he has no defense for himself when he knowingly violated your privacy. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You didn’t what?!” You snap at him. “You didn’t understand what the meaning of privacy is?!”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say, he’s never seen you this angry at anyone that’s not an enemy and surely never at him.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He says quickly. “I’m sorry, I was just curious, I didn’t think this would be it, I thought…”

“You thought what?” You say when he trails off, clearly pissed as you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I thought maybe you were a supervillain…” He jokes weakly, trying to make you laugh. “Or a stripper.”

His last word gets a surprised laugh out of you as you, fortunately, understand he’s just joking before you actually punch him in the face.

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief as he sees you laugh and then takes a tentative step towards you.

“I really am sorry…” He says quietly, reaching out to put his hand on your shoulder. “I know it was wrong of me to follow you, and I didn’t plan on bothering you at all, which doesn’t make what I did better,” He quickly adds when he sees you’re about to say something.

“But when I saw you crying, I just… I couldn’t help myself.” He trails his hand down your arm to your hand and takes it in his. “You’re always there for everybody, I don’t think it’s fair that you don’t let anybody be there for you.”

You look at him for a long moment, processing his words. Of course you know he’s right, you don’t let anybody be there for you, but you also never really believed anyone cared enough to.

But looking at Bucky right now, it feels like he really does want to be there for you...

So you let him.

You look back down at the grave, your hand still in his as you intertwine your fingers together.

“She died when I was 14.” You say quietly. “I only had her, so I was on my own after that…”

Bucky listens quietly, his eyes on your face as he sees the tears starting to gather in your eyeline again.

“A few years later, Natasha and Clint found me during a mission. They saw me knock out a dude that cornered me in an alley and they were impressed…” You have a faint smile at the memory although it’s clear you’re about to cry again. “They offered me a place in the SHIELD Academy and, after that, I don’t know… I wasn’t alone anymore.”

You look back at Bucky to find him looking at you intently, his gaze intent and unwavering. 

“Doll…” He says quietly while cupping your face with his free hand as he sees you holding back tears. “It’s okay to be vulnerable in front of the people you care about. You taught me that.”

His gentle words, the way he softly strokes your cheek and the way he’s looking at you so lovingly, it’s all too much for you and can’t hold back your tears anymore.

With a broken sob, you bury your face in Bucky’s chest and hug him tightly, clinging to him while he wraps his arms around you and hugs you just as tight, kissing the top of your head before nuzzling his face against your hair.

In this moment, while holding you in his arms, Bucky realizes it’s not like you don’t feel like you belong with the Avengers.

This is just something you feel like you have to go through on your own because you’ve always had to.

And he’ll be damned if he lets you go through it alone ever again.

Drabble

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[spicyboelives]

Been feeling really bad lately, so I made this to cheer me up, and hopefully anyone else in the same headspace, who used to read Avengers tower fanfics. Kinda a heavy dose of nostalgia for me tbh.

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Natasha: Aren’t we going on a mission?

Clint: Y/N's not here yet.

Tony: Romanoff, give me your phone.

Natasha: Uh, okay?

Natasha: [gives Tony her phone]

Clint: What are you doing?

Tony, using Nat's phone: Texting Y/N. Annnndddd send.

Y/N, bursting through the door: Nat! I got your text! Did you mean it?! For real?!

Clint, to Tony: What’d your text say?

Tony: “I love you”.

[infictionalwonderland]

Hey, I hope you’re having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?

. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!

Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to you—so familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; she’d send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.

So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that they’d sent.

‘Marvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!’ was the video for tonight.

Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.

Surely this was an exaggeration.

The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen ‘the marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutes’. The quick ‘AS THEY SHOULD’ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.

The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the quality—you were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your character’s aesthetic.

“How do you feel about your costume?”

Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interview—hair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Well I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, it’s a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If that’s even possible.”

The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didn’t tear her eyes away from you for a second—making present time you laugh.

With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.

The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastian’s shoulders, thighs locked over his head—in character, as your character and his were mid fight.

He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.

“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”

“SEBA—“

“Cut!”

The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.

“Elizabeth. .” You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.

“Sorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.”

“That tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.” A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.

You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.

“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”

“Right? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.” She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. “Because it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.” Lizzie added.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.

The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of ‘guess the body part’ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldly—you humbly added)

Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, “that’s my girl. Y/N.” Then giggling she added, “now get my girls booty off the screen, I don’t need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But we’ve remained strong together.”

Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, “it’s Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the camera—“I only know this because of all the edits you guys make!”

“You don’t have to watch them.” The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.

Next was Anthony who instantly answered, “That’s Y/N right here!” He hyped you up, grinning. “Don’t even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, it’s why we’re the best asses in the cast. Up top!” Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or something—the interviewer timidly gave him a high five.

Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, “that’s definitely y/n.” He assumed instantly. “Would’ve been able to tell you that blindfolded.”

“But—“

“I’d have just sensed her.” Sebastian giggled.

Chris Evans was next—a grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)

“That’s Y/n.” Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.

The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event again—presumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.

“Out of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who you’ve met, do you have a favourite out of them?” The interview questioned.

“I’m not really one for favourites but I would definitely say I’m closest to Y/n! She’s—she’s just so lovely and funny and she’s like a ray of sunshine, honestly. She’s been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patience—I would’ve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. She’s truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.” Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.

“Awwww! We love to hear that—are any of the rumours about her true?”

Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief moment— “Yes she does smell amazing, she’s always effortlessly beautiful, she’s unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if she’s open to it,” Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.

The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinion—the audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.

“As great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.” Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.

“Would anything ever?” Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.

“I sincerely doubt that anything could.” RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. “Give it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!”

“I—“

“They are quite right, Y/n.” Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.

The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalon’s story, clearly in a party setting—the video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.

“Mate I think your girls about to be stole.” The voice of Tom’s friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrison’s words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.

“Right in public as well, the scandal.” Jacob cackled.

The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the ‘Webs Most Searched Question’s’ together.

“Who was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?”

McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.

“This is getting juicy!”

“Well, it was my mom one year and then my sister last year—“

“He wishes it was Y/n though.” The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.

Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, “I mean—it’s Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.”

“I would be!” McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscar’s, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.

The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.

He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthony’s eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.

“Oh for—That scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, his—his head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.”

By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldn’t change it even for your dads golf clubs.” Anthony laughed.

“That’s. . I’m gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.” Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.

In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.

The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.

“How does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/N’s character (Your Character) to end up together?”

Cobie’s smile turned genuinely delighted, “I love it—we love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with her—oops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But I’m all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.”

Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.

The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengers—you were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.

“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”

“Aw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. It’s a very pretty sound.” Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. “I particularly like this as well.” He smirked down at you.

“CHRI—“

In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: “The feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/n’s boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.” You read out, giggling all the while.

“The urge is so strong.” Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.

“Come here, baby.” You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.

“I’m living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.” Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.

“I concur.” You grinned back.

The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.

“So, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?”

“I absolutely would.” Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. “And personally, it’s not even a fact of our characters being intertwined it’s more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly it’s an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, I’d be a mad man not to want that.” He finished charmingly.

You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.

The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.

Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyone—the crowd screaming louder at his actions.

The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down in—you pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.

“Where was the treatment for me?” RDJ joked.

“Man, they’re just whipped. But, like, who isn’t for Y/n?” Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.

The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.

“So, Aaron, obviously your character—spoilers, sorry—isn’t with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?”

“(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.” Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.

“I’m not making fun, I agree, for myself.” Lizzie commented unprompted.

“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Why—mate, I think it’s pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved to—and obviously her character is extremely sick and I’m certain the relationship between her and Pietro would’ve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.” Aaron joked.

“Get your own girl, she’s mine.” Lizzie glared.

There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchat—so yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum 🥰🥰🥰