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CLINT YOU SMART MF
Clint: Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.
Natasha: Okay, but what is updog?
y/n: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.
Maria: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.
Coulson: No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.
Fury: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.
Clint: That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.
Maria: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.
y/n: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.
Natasha: What’s a henway??
Clint: Oh, about five pounds.
Wade, I appreciate everything you do. But honey, it looks like a pile of combat boots.
Y/N: Look, a kid drew us a dog.
Natasha: There’s no kids around here…
Clint: It’s a pretty deformed looking dog.
Wade, clenching his teeth: It’s a giraffe.
I love Chris and Sebastian tgt
Part 1 in 2023.
I'm crying, I'm so happy
This is great. In fact, this is canon.
A Tale of Three Soldiers
A Tale of Three Soldiers: A Marvel Fanfic
Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Wade Wilson x F!Reader
Word Count: 2265
Warnings: Smut (MMMF Bisexual foursome, oral, anal and vaginal sex)
Synopsis: Clint told me that Wade told him that he, had an orgy with you Steve and Bucky. This is what he said. Could you please confirm or deny?
A/N: This may seem like my most crack ooc fic ever, it’s actually the most in character fic of all.
A Tale of Three Soldiers
“Look I know what you’re thinking. There is no way straight-laced Captain Tight Pants would be seen dead with someone like me. And first of all, how dare you? Have you seen this ass? I worked really hard on making it look this good in a red leather onesie. Second of all, yeah, okay, Steve Rogers is a little anal.
“A little into anal too, if you know what I mean.
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Venom isn't scary at all. He's just a bus fluff gooey slime ball that needs attention
So, I’ve found myself in a wormhole of Venom smut lately… using Morsel as a term of endearment is DOING THINGS to me. 🥴😵💫
This is incredibly relatable because my love language is also sharing food. You want my fries? Take all of them babe. Oh you want my mash potatoes? Have at it sweetie.
bucky doesn’t share food- b. barnes
pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson x reader, platonic!!natasha romanoff x reader, platonic!steve rogers x reader, platonic!sam wilson x bucky barnes
warnings: cursing, i think that’s all?? this is a crackfic lol
about: based off friends, bucky doesn’t share food.
god, you hated when sam was right.
you despised how he would shove it in your face for two weeks and parade around the compound like he just won the fucking lottery or something.
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I'm gonna call my future s/o angel beefcakes
nicknames- p. parker
pairings: peter parker x reader, platonic!natasha romanoff x reader, platonic!mj x reader, platonic!tony stark x reader, platonic!wanda maximoff x reader, mentions of other avengers warnings: cringey nicknames, a crappy ending, i kind of hate this?? about: tiktok trend “calling boyfriend increasingly weirder nicknames
you’re sitting on your bed, lazily running your fingers through peter curled locks, his head lying on your lap while he fiddles with his phone. mj is looking at you in disgust, and you ignore her as you flip through movies, asking ned what he thinks. he smiles, raising an eyebrow, “well, you know what i’m always up to watching-”
“we’re not watching star wars,” mj says flatly, shaking her head. she looks to the television for a second, squinting, “just put on that one,” she says, pointing to a random movie. “really? you want to watch heathers?” you ask, surprised, “i’ve been trying to get you to watch that for weeks.” mj shrugs, and from his place on your thighs, peter sighs, nuzzling his cheek against the material of your skirt. “i’m good with it, angel. are you, ned?”
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This video was hilarious and so cute omg. I still won't have kids tho
we’re gonna need a bigger house
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 1,180
summary: You find the courage to tell Bucky about your latest ultrasound.
warnings: Bad words. Mentions of abortion.
a/n: So like. This is really short and sweet. It’s inspired by this video. Let me know what you think!
“I don’t know what I’m going to do.” You ran your fingers through your hair anxiously, tears rimming your eyes. You knew that you were on the verge of a panic attack but it felt as though there was nothing you could do to prevent it.
Your best friend sat on your bed, watching as you paced back and forth and back and forth. “Well,” Natasha said, slow and drawling, “You could stop before you wear a hole in the floor.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said, not even realizing that she was joking. You were too much in your head. “How am I—I just—”
She stood up, grabbing your shoulders so you had to stop pacing and look her in the eyes. “You need to tell him.”
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Romeo, my romeo
take it easy, romeo
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 4,086
summary: The Soldat remembers one person through it all.
prompt: “Take it easy, Romeo.”
warnings: swearing, violence, sassy!Soldat
a/n: This was written for @moonbeambucky‘s 5K Writing Challenge! Congratulations! Also, this was the fic that was meant to have a song attached to it, too, for the aesthetic that the Guardians of the Galaxy fight scenes and Thor: Ragnarok fight scenes have, but it didn’t end up happening. If you feel like trying it, turn on ‘I Want to Break Free’ by Queen right when the flashback starts. But like I said, it didn’t really end up happening. Maybe next time. Anyways, feel free to reblog and tell me what you think!
The Asset was fucking tired. The mission should’ve been over by now. Take out three dumbasses. Easy enough, right?
Apparently fucking not.
There’s something vaguely familiar about the redhead, but he can’t quite place her. Like he knew he definitely shot her at one point. Hell, he could even see it in her face as she aimed her gun at him. She did not like him.
He really regrets not killing her as she shoots his goggles, rendering them useless. He fell back, sitting on the ground before pulling off the goggles. He tossed them to the side before getting back to his feet.
“Она у меня. Найди его,” he said to the HYDRA agent that stood beside him. The sun was beating down on him, sweat on his brow. His all black attire really wasn’t doing him any favors.
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Pietro aka quicksilver aka best wingman
The Other Guy
summary: pietro proves to y/n that bucky is into her by doing everything in his power to make him jealous
pairing: bucky x reader, pietro x reader [pretended]
word count: 3.6k+
warnings: mentions of smut, jealousy, annoyed bucky, confrontation
a/n: literally wanna vom just thinking about hurting bucky like this i would never also this is shit but its been chilling in my drafts for 8 millions years so i decided to post it
“You are so full of shit,” Y/N laughed, absentmindedly stirring the oatmeal in her bowl. She sat at the kitchen island, blinded by the early morning sun, her pink sock clad feet swinging above the ground. She was dressed in only her tiny pyjama shorts and a hoodie, hair messy and the side of her face slightly red due to the position she slept in.
Pietro stood by the counter, dumping a bunch of different berries into a blender. It was only 8:30am and most of the compound was still fast asleep. Y/N and Pietro, however, made plans the night before to get up early, train together and then go out and buy a present for Wanda; Pietro’s way of apologising for crashing her date a few days back. The witch hadn’t spoken to him since and Pietro was slowly growing exasperated.
“I’m serious, Y/N,” Pietro chuckled, putting the lid on the blender and glancing at her over his shoulder. “He’s into you. I can prove it.”
Y/N shook her head, rolling her eyes and pushing another spoonful of bland oatmeal past her lips.
Pietro switched on the blender, his back facing the shorter girl as he worked on preparing his usual morning smoothie. The loud noise of the blender continued to buzz inside Y/N’s ears even after Pietro had switched off the appliance.
“I’d like to see you try, Maximoff,” Y/N smirked, provoking a quiet laugh from the speedster’s side. He popped off the lid of the blender, glanced inside to make sure his smoothie was ready and then made his way across the kitchen to grab a glass.
“I’m going to murder Bucky if he keeps eating my cereal. This stuff is gross,” she complained, pushing her bowl away with a roll of her eyes. She couldn’t understand how Steve could push the tasteless oatmeal past his lips. Unfortunately, since Bucky had cleared the cupboards of her usual breakfast cereal, she didn’t have much of a choice.
“Yeah, right. You wouldn’t lay a finger on Buck if your life depended on it,” Pietro laughed, soon realising he had to empty the dishwasher in order to find a clean glass. He bent over, focusing on the task at hand as Y/N pushed herself up and placed her bowl of oatmeal in the sink.
“You know me all too well,” she murmured, glancing inside Pietro’s blender and then back at him to make sure he wasn’t looking. Realising he wasn’t, Y/N grabbed her glass of water from the island, dumped the contents into the sink and hurried to fill it with the berry smoothie instead. When she was finished, she hopped onto the counter and sipped innocently on Pietro’s drink until he finally realised what she had done.
“Thief,” he narrowed his eyes at her, abandoning his mission of emptying the dishwasher. He looked towards the now empty blender, realising he’d have to make more if he wanted to have a berry smoothie for breakfast.
“Not a thief. Bucky’s a thief because he stole my cereal. I’m just… taking what’s rightfully mine. I did the grocery shopping yesterday.”
Pietro laughed, making his way across the kitchen and coming to a stop opposite Y/N.
“I don’t think he’d like to hear you say that. He’s too into you to not be upset by such words,” he teased.
“Right, he’s so into me he keeps stealing my cereal to piss me off. So romantic,” Y/N rolled her eyes sarcastically and Pietro shook his head at her. He watched her expression as she sipped on the smoothie, wondering if it tasted as good as he hoped.
When Y/N didn’t say anything about it, Pietro took a few steps forwards so that he was standing between her parted legs and reached for one of the straws sitting in a glass container behind Y/N on the counter.
She quirked a brow as he slid the straw into her glass. He leaned in, captured the end between his teeth and took a generous sip of the smoothie.
“Um, excuse you,” she objected, trying her hardest to hold back her laughter.
Y/N held the glass in both hands, far enough from herself for Pietro to drink from, and yet not far enough to not feel his breath on her skin. They were standing only inches apart and to anyone watching the interation could appear to be awfully intimate; so it wasn’t a surprise that only seconds later Y/N had to tear her eyes away from Pietro upon hearing someone clearing their throat.
Bucky was standing leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his muscular chest, one eyebrow cocked expectantly. He eyes the two Avengers already occupying the kitchen, then focused solely on Pietro with a confused glance.
The speedster didn’t acknowledge Bucky’s stare, only looking at him for a brief second before turning back to Y/N. He placed the straw back between his lips and sucked.
When Y/N looked down at him, Pietro was smirking knowingly.
“Morning, Buck,” Y/N said cheerfully, trying to seem casual despite Pietro still standing between her parted legs, his hands now resting on either side of her hips, mindlessly humming as he continued sipping on the smoothie. He stepped even closer.
“Morning,” Bucky grumbled in response, strolling past the two of them and yanking open the fridge. He glanced inside, grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer and shut the door with unnecessary force. He found a spoon in the cutlery drawer, once more glanced at Pietro and Y/N and headed towards the exit.
When he was out of sight, Pietro finally retreated, clearly satisfied with himself by the shit eating grin across his face.
“What the hell was that about?” Y/N whispered, scared Bucky might still be close enough to hear. Pietro plucked the now empty smoothie glass out of her hands and chuckled as he placed it in the sink.
“Told you I could prove to you he’s into you,” he answered nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders and reaching out to plug out the blender.
Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. “By almost feeling me up in front of him?”
Pietro scoffed. “I did no such thing,” he protested. “I’m going to prove to you he’s into you. With my help, his possessive self will be asking you out within two days.”
Y/N expelled a humourless chuckle. “Sure he will.”
“I can guarantee you that. Go and change in your training gear and we’ll get started right away,” he challenged, and Y/N eyed him suspiciously before sliding off of the counter.
“Fine, but if this doesn’t work out, you’ll be the one explaining to everyone why you’ve been all over me for two days,” she told him sternly, pointing her index finger in his direction.
Pietro grinned, holding his arms up in surrender. “Fine by me.”
By the time Y/N was dressed in her training gear, her hair brushed back into something that reassembled practicality, Pietro was already waiting for her outside the gym. She appeared behind him with a bottle of water in her hands and managed to scare him a little before he pushed open the door.
“Good choice of clothing,” Pietro commented quietly, nodding towards her shorts, “They’ll surely get his attention.“
Y/N walked past, looking at Pietro over her shoulder and furrowing her brows in confusion.
"His attention?” She questioned, and then finally realised that the gym wasn’t empty like she had expected it would be. Steve was running on the treadmill and Bucky was beating the hell out of a punching bag. When they entered, Steve waved a quick greeting but Buck only grumbled, causing Steve to shoot him a confused glance.
Y/N and Pietro strolled over to a bench at the end of the room and set their stuff down.
“I knew he’d be down here after what he saw in the kitchen. He’s probably picturing my face on the punching bag. He needs to blow off some steam,” Pietro murmured, only loud enough for Y/N to hear.
When she looked towards Bucky, she noticed sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. She looked elsewhere, deciding to take a sip of her water.
“It’s a shame you’re not the one helping him do that. I’m sure it would be more satisfying for him - and you - if that punching bag wasn’t the only thing getting pounded by him.”
Y/N began to choke on her drink. Her body shook with violent coughs, getting the attention of the other two guys across the room. Y/N could feel tears pooling in her eyes as she attempted to stop herself from quite literally… dying.
“Is she alright?” Steve called out, stopping the treadmill as Pietro hit Y/N on the back, attempting to stop her from choking.
When she calmed down, she answered feebly, “I’m fine. Pietro was just… telling me a funny story.”
Bucky scoffed at that and Y/N almost didn’t catch it, but she did; and so did Steve.
“What’s wrong with you this morning?” He asked his best friend, but Bucky only shrugged, watching as Steve headed off to do some heavy lifting.
Pietro nodded for Y/N to follow him to the padded flooring. They did some stretching in silence and while Y/N worked on her arms, she spared another glance in Bucky’s direction.
His sweat soaked shirt had disappeared and his face showed deep concentration as his fists furiously slammed against the surface of the red punching bag. He was light on his feet, sweat trickling down his face and chest, damp hair pulled back into a messy high pony. He looked damn good.
“Ahem,” Pietro pretended to cough and when Y/N looked back at him he was smirking. He had clearly noticed her staring and was amused by the expression on her face. Pietro handed her her sparring equipment.
“You’re drooling,” he noted, and she smacked his arm playfully.
“Am not,” she protested, finally pulling on her gloves and making her way towards the centre of the mat.
She made sure she was steady, got into position and when Pietro was ready the fighting began. Y/N pulled a few of the signature moves herself and Nat had come up with, and it wasn’t long before Pietro was lying on his back on the floor.
He got up each time and by the fourth time Y/N had him on the mat, she was growing kind of bored. That is, until Pietro managed to kick her legs out from under her and she fell with a loud thud. The silver haired speedster was quick to pin her down, one hand around her neck, the other holding the back of her thigh which she had wrapped around his waist.
When Y/N glanced to the left, knowing that the round was over and that Pietro would retreat any second, she noticed Bucky watching them from the sidelines, using a black towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Pietro seemed to notice him looking, too, because soon he was leaning down and bringing his lips to Y/N’s ear, his hair covering her eyes so she could no longer see Bucky.
He remained silent for a second then whispered. “He’s going to leave in three… two… one”.
The door to the gym slammed shut.
Pietro pushed himself up, his grin once more appearing. Y/N’s wanted to roll her eyes at his confidence but she had to admit, Pietro was damn good at this. It was as if he had his sister’s powers and could read Bucky’s mind. Then it hit her.
“Wanda told you he’s into me, didn’t she?"
Pietro looked like a deer in headlights.
He inhaled sharply, then sheepishly admitted, "yeah, okay, she did.”
“Which means you’re not as cunning as you think you are. Which means this could not end as well as you expect it to."
He shrugged his shoulders. "To some extent, maybe.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes and then next thing Pietro knew her legs were around his neck and she was forcing him down onto the floor, swiftly moving to pin him down, face first on the mat. She held his hands behind his back.
“You’re an idiot,” she told him, and Pietro laughed in response, hissing when she pulled at his wrists.
“An idiot who’s helping you get laid.”
Their sparring session continued for another twenty minutes, followed by some cardio and lifting. Steve seemed to have followed Bucky because he was no where to be seen and Y/N didn’t see either of them before herself and Pietro left the compound to buy Wanda’s gift.
Finding the perfect apology present took them the majority of the afternoon and after grabbing lunch together and arguing over whether or not Pietro’s plan would work, they returned home. They waved a quick greeting to all the other avengers who sat around the lounge before heading straight to Y/N’s room to wrap up the gift.
Of course, the process of them wrapping up the present resulted in another play fight over which colour wrapping paper and how big of a bow to use. This led to Y/N’s hair looking like a bird’s nest, her already baggy sweater falling off her shoulder and her sticky lipstick smudged across her cheek.
By the time they were finished, they both looked like a mess and Pietro had bits of tape stuck to his face like a child on Christmas morning.
He thanked her for the help before heading to his room and asked her to tell Wanda to find him.
Y/N didn’t bother fixing her appearance before heading to the lounge where everyone else was sitting around watching a rom-com. As asked, she told Wanda that Pietro wanted to see her and then headed to the kitchen to grab a drink.
There, Bucky was already making coffee. He remained silent, leaning against the counter as Y/N grabbed a mug and dumped a tea bag into it, staring at the buzzing kettle between them.
When she looked up, Bucky was studying her carefully.
“Your, uh… Lipstick is smudged,” he told her, pointing to his own mouth rather sheepishly. Y/N grabbed a paper towel and said nothing as she began to wipe it off. Bucky continued to look at her.
“No, you’re just making it worse,” he chuckled lightly and took the towel from her hand, stepping closer to help her. Y/N stayed unmoving as he held her chin lightly, wiping off the redness.
“Thanks,” she muttered, hearing the kettle switch off.
“You need to tell your lover boy to be less sloppy,” Bucky noted, stepping back and throwing the tissue into the trash. Y/N cleared her throat before moving over to pour the boiling water into the two mugs.
She didn’t say anything to his previous words and when their drinks were made, they both headed back to the lounge. Bucky sat down between Nat and Steve and Y/N situated herself on the vacant love seat to the right of the TV.
She tried to focus on the screen but she couldn’t help but feel Bucky’s eyes on the side of her face. However, every time she’d glance over at him, he’d look away as if nothing happened.
It wasn’t long before Wanda and Pietro returned, both smiling, obviously having made up. Wanda quickly situated herself on the pile of cushions and blankets on the floor and Pietro moved across the room to where Y/N sat.
He made himself comfortable, his head in her lap, casually glancing over at Bucky to check if he was looking. Out of pure curiosity, Y/N looked over at him, too, and felt disappointment when she realised he wasn’t looking back at her. Instead, Buck’s eyes were glued to the screen, his arm casually thrown over Steve’s shoulder, his lips pursed.
Maybe he wasn’t jealous the way Pietro wanted him to be.
The movie continued and when it ended, Bruce got up to put on the sequel. This gave everyone an opportunity to go to the toilet, grab more snacks or chat for a while. It was then Pietro rolled over onto his stomach and looked up at Y/N, almost as if he knew she wanted to say something.
“I don’t think he’s all that bothered. Maybe he’s just not a fan of PDA in general,” Y/N whispered to him but Pietro only rolled his eyes.
He remained silent as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, threw his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her legs over his lap. Y/N didn’t say anything but she could already feel Wanda and Tony eyeing them curiously from across the room; and although she wanted to explain to them there was nothing going on between her and Pietro, she remained quiet.
The movie began and the lights were switched off, the late hour resulting in a cozy dark room. It was getting kind of chilly, courtesy of Tony’s inability to sit in a room without the windows open, so Y/N didn’t actually mind having Pietro to cuddle. In fact, when his hand began slowly stroking her calf, she wiggled even closer and nuzzled her face into his chest.
Suddenly, Tony spoke up.
“So, uh, am I the only one who’s confused about what’s going on?”
Y/N lifted her head and looked over at him to see what he was talking about. Upon realising he was already staring back at her with a confused frown, it only took her a second to figure out what the hell he meant.
“Since when are you two a thing?” Tony continued, chuckling a little. “Yesterday I heard you two calling each other names and now here you are.” He waved his hand in their direction rather dramatically. “Doesn’t anyone else find it weird?”
Natasha then decided to pipe in. “Yeah, I mean, I’m a little confused myself. I thought you liked that other guy.” By other guy Natasha clearly meant Bucky, having been the person who listened to Y/N ramble about her crush day and night.
“What other guy?” Bucky asked, looking from Nat to Y/N, but both of them only shrugged, not wanting to give it away.
“Guys, that’s enough. Let them be,” Steve decided to interfere, not liking the way in which this conversation was heading. He wasn’t very fond of the rest of the group holding this intervention.
“Steve, stop pretending to not care. You were just as confused as everyone else after what happened in the gym today,” Bucky announced, and the rest of the group looked at each other, almost as if waiting for someone to elaborate. No one did.
“So,” Tony once again spoke up. “Dare to enlighten us about the situation?” He eyed Y/N and Pietro again. Y/N was seconds away from telling everyone the whole truth. However, before she even managed to open her mouth, Pietro was already speaking.
“I don’t know. We’re just sorta… hanging out, I guess,” he tried to seem casual.
Bucky scoffed, looking at Pietro as if he had lost his mind.
“Hanging out? Please, cut the bullshit."
At this point, the whole room was holding its breath.
"You damn well know I like her and you’ve been rubbing your new relationship in my face all day. But let me tell you one thing,” he turned to Y/N. “Whatever it is you two have, it won’t last longer than a week.”
Y/N remained silent for a moment, and so did everyone else, not wanting to interfere. Even Steve seemed to have locked his mouth with an imaginary key and kept his preaching to himself for once. Then, after several seconds, Y/N finally responded timidly.
“Truth be told, it wasn’t gonna last more than two days.”
“What?” Bucky’s brows knitted together into a confused frown.
Y/N inhaled sharply and groaned at his stupidity. She pushed herself up from the sofa. Uncertain, Bucky stood up, too.
“I’ve been hinting that I like you for months! Who do you think this other guy Natasha mentioned was, huh? It was you, you absolute dumb ass! I’m not into Pietro for God’s sake!”
Sam began laughing but Wanda clamped her hand over his mouth.
“Wait, what?”
Y/N rolled her eyes at Bucky’s stupidity and Steve got up, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder.
“I think what she means, Buck, is that her and Pietro were trying to make you jealous,” he explained, but Bucky only looked more confused than before.
“What?”
He simply couldn’t get any slower.
And so, not seeing any different way of going about this, Y/N breathed in and began trudging in his direction. Afraid Y/N was on her way to smack him for being silly, Bucky took a step back and fell back onto the sofa. His eyes displayed utmost confusion as Y/N climbed onto his lap with her legs on either side of him, grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him.
Right there. In front of the whole team.
A series of cheers, shouts and whistles followed. Bucky’s surprise melted away and soon he was wrapping his arms around Y/N’s middle, pulling her closer and kissing her back. It didn’t last long, but the kiss was pleasant, and when Y/N retreated, she realised everyone was still looking at her.
Catching Bucky’s gaze, she smiled sheepishly and knew that he finally understood what she meant.
“Does that explain it?” She murmured, and Bucky nodded, lips swollen and gaze blazing.
Y/N sighed in relief and when she turned her head to look at the rest of the team, Pietro was cracking up at the other end of the room. He stood up, brushed off his jeans and said:
“You owe me one, Y/N.”
She smiled, turning her gaze back to Buck when the brunette finally spoke up. “As do I.”
Sam and steve have the best chests and it's not up for debate.
Marvel tiddies are the best
So protective. So slapable.
Peter is so smart for that
Jarvis accidentally showing a video of Bucky blowing your back out
please i just happened to check this whilst watching flying circus and we gotta stop for a minute x (also changed to F.R.I.D.A.Y cause rip in peace jarvie-babes)
“I think we all have room to improve on our tactics.” Steve spoke, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
You let out a long sigh, still twirling your hair around your fingers. You stretched your legs out and lay them across Bucky’s lap, your boyfriend smiling at you and rubbing his hands along your shins.
Another mission always meant another hour long debrief about where you could all do better. It always ended up in a pissing contest among the men, who thought they always did a fantastic job and never wanted hear otherwise.
“Yes, but you especially after you nearly blew our cover.” Tony pointed an accusatory finger at the Captain.
“Why do you always have to bring blame into this? That isn’t what these meetings are about and besides, I did nothing-”
“Don’t you dare say you did nothing wrong beca-”
And here we go again. It’d be short time before Sam got involved, which always got Rhodey involved and then Clint would have his say. Bucky learned pretty early on that if he kept quiet, he got a reward afterwards.
You tipped your head back, silently waiting for your queue to leave this hell hole of a meeting. You turned to see Wanda giving you a sympathetic smile, rolling her eyes and making you giggle.
“Well if you really think you’re God, then lets have a look at the footage my suit picked up.” Tony announced, picking the remote off the table and pointing it at the big screen.
“Please, go ahead!” Steve countered, turning to face the front.
You all picked up your heads, ready to see something that’d break up the monotonous path this meeting was seeming to take.
Tony pressed the button on the remote once, and nothing happened. He pressed it again and the screen lit up but it wasn’t doing what it should’ve. There was a crackle of static and Tony shot a confused look.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you play the data from the earliest video file?”
“Sorry, sir I’m just having trouble locating that file.”
“It should be the file last opened on the system, just open that one.”
The screen rebooted itself and finally the video file opened. There was a time-stamp counting up in the bottom left hand corner, showing the time of 11.34pm. The mission definitely happened in the light of day?
The screen stayed black and Tony gave another puzzled glance at his own technology.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y, what is-”
He was cut off by the video shifting and everyone lent in to focus on what was happening.
Bucky knelt behind you, pushing you down onto the bed and moving your thighs apart with his knee. He ran a long finger over your asshole and down to press against your clit. The side of your face stayed pressed into the mattress, gripping hard on the sheets with your hands.
“My pretty baby ready to get fucked?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He stroked his length behind you, the sound driving you wild. If you could’ve clamped your thighs together, you would’ve. He knew nothing made you hotter than the view of him touching himself.
He lined himself up with your entrance, feeling the wetness collected there. With one long stroke, he filled you right to the top. You let out a guttural cry, mouth dropping open against the silk sheets.
Bucky’s fingers gripped your thighs as he delivered relentless thrusts. The headboard collided loudly with the wall, letting the person on the other side know how good you were getting it.
Your man was merciless, knowing how much you loved it when he went hard and fast and never let up. Metal fingers were dancing around your clit, his name leaving your lips a thousand times over.
“That’s it, open that pretty pussy for your daddy.”
As soon as it registered with you all as to what you were watching, Bucky was up like a flash. He took your legs off his lap and about dived across the table. He snatched the remote from Tony and shut the whole thing off, ripping the plug from the wall for good measure.
You sat in your chair with your face in your hands, silently willing the ground to swallow you up. The room was in stunned silence, nobody quite knowing what the fuck to say.
They had all been treated to an eyeful of you getting your back blown out. You peaked through your fingers, trying to gauge the reaction. It varied quite a lot. Everyone had a face of shock and confusion. All except Wanda and Sam who were grinning like idiots. Oh, and Bruce who looked flustered and red cheeked.
You could hear Bucky’s breathing as he tried to calm himself down, his hand firm on the small of your back. Bucky couldn’t believe everyone had seen his girl like that, only he got to see you in those most intimate moments.
You uncovered your face, looking around your crew in hopes somebody might be able to save you from this actual nightmare you were living in. You locked eyes with Peter Parker, trying to give you a kind smile in the midst of it all. You smiled back right as his face changed to quizzical.
Tony cleared his throat to try and segway onto something different but was cut off by his own recruit.
“Mr. Stark,” Peter piped up from down the back. “Can I just ask why that was the last file you had open?”
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Clint is so cool
idle hands
Clint Barton x Reader
Prompt: “my butt is not a drum, dude.”
Summary: you’re trying to get work done on a quiet afternoon, but your boyfriend clint barton is nothing if not distracting.
Warnings: fluff, smut, adult language, fingering, unprotected sex.
Word Count: 3,123
Got a Request? Prompt list for: tony | clint | quill
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Dad!Steve will always make my heart melt.
The little spy
(Steve Rogers x reader; oneshot)
Summary: Steve Rogers pulls a Clint Barton.
Wordcount: 5k
Warnings: none
A/N: Long story short, I saw this post, and it made me emotional, so I decided to do something about it. Dad Steve is very important, okay? But because I’m me, and angst is illegal in this house, this is just a load of fluff. I hope you like it! And if you don’t well, in my defense, I haven’t written in years.
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He lands the Quinjet near a cliff, only a thick forest and the ocean surrounding them. Steve doesn’t move from the pilot’s seat for a moment, collecting his thoughts.
He’d just fought the people he thought were his family. Yes, he managed to save Bucky from being locked up, or worse - killed. But the people who trusted him and stood by him payed the price for his actions. The last thing he saw before flying away from the Berlin airport was his friends getting arrested.
“Steve?” Bucky’s voice was small. He couldn’t see Steve’s face, only his stiff shoulders.
Steve shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts. “Yeah, Buck?”
“What do we do?”
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I'm crying 😂😂
someone make brat!reader exposing daddy!steve to the team an imagine/blurb pls i need to see the hysterics more in depth
occupation: brat masterlist
The team – after the fiasco that was your relationship’s reveal – settles into the groove of things after a while. Sam still fake-pukes when Steve kisses your cheek and Natasha still warns Steve to keep his hands where she can see them when you’re cuddling on the couch, but things have generally reverted back to normal. And – to your relief – nobody had made a big deal out of it when you started calling Tony dad.
(Except Tony, that is, who has never not made a big deal out of anything in his life.)
You don’t know exactly when it happened. After telling him that you felt like he was the father you never really actually had he’d taken up the mantle fully, but you hadn’t had the nerve to fully call him dad. Until you did, of course, and nobody had said anything. Pepper had glassy eyes and Sam looked like the human embodiment of Surprised Pikachu but other than that, everything was going smoothly.
Until, of course, everyone had gathered for a team potluck on a Friday night. Well, you say potluck, but really it was just Sam bringing the entire meal and Wanda making dessert, because Clint apparently has no culinary skills, Natasha was busy sharpening her knives, Bucky is a senior citizen, and Vision doesn’t eat, so he doesn’t cook. Every one of your teammates is a liar, you’ve come to realise.
You’re chewing on a piece of Mac n’ Cheese when the ball drops.
“Daddy, pass the salt?”
A tale as old as time.
Tony and Steve both reach for the salt shaker.
And it’s painful, really. Kill Bill sirens going off in the background, Tony staring wide-eyed at the table in front of him, Sam choking and hacking on a piece of chicken. Bucky has gone stock still. Clint’s drink was spit back into his cup – Wanda’s trying so fucking hard not to laugh and failing miserably, and Vision, bless him, has no clue what’s going on.
Bruce’s lips are but a thin line, wide eyes flickering unsurely between Tony and you and Steve and Sam because Jesus Christ, Sam, are you genuinely choking?
Yes. Yes, he is.
With flushed cheeks you glance up at your super-soldier boyfriend, and clearly, he’s just as embarrassed as you are. He’s literally a tomato, his hand still frozen over the unassuming salt shaker, and for a moment you genuinely think you’re going to die. The floor is going to open and you are going to be put out of your misery–
Tony has reached the final stage of grief; acceptance, albeit hesitant and slightly disgusted. He clears his throat and pushes out his chair, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. Fatherhood really takes a toll on you, huh?
“I’m going to get another drink,” he says steadily, peering around the table. “And when I get back, we’re going to pretend that that never happened.”
“Agreed,” is chorused back unanimously.
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Steve Rogers: @songforhema / @buckybarneshairpullingkink
Brat: @momobaby227 / @noire-griot / @bambifatale / @mikariell95 / @youpenguinadonis / @strangerliaa / @aquaastrid / @90sinspiredgirl
Wade fucking Wilson. I love you. I'd die for you.
At Odds At All Hours
Summary: Wade fucking Wilson is without a doubt the worst neighbor you’ve ever had. Will the constant conflict drive you together or drive one of you out of the building?
Prompt/Request: Neighbors that constantly fight AU
Warnings: It’s Deadpool. All the warnings. Profanity, violence, no smut but lots of lude jokes. Did I mention profanity?
Word Count: 3,437
Author’s Note: Okay Wade is difficult to write. Who is that sassy in real life? I need a team of comedic writers to help me. To that end, I 100% stole a line from Garden State. It just fit perfectly. Sue me. This is for @buckthegrump’s writing challenge. Look at that, I’m finishing a challenge on time!
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Why didn't steve do this smh
Back To The Future
Summary: Your husband is Steven Grant Rogers but he crashed a plane into the ocean.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader
Steve had promised you that he’d always come back for you. You weren’t too keen on him doing the super soldier serum but shit, he wanted to be able to protect the love of his life along with his country. It honestly shocked you to see your husband taller and stronger instead ill and weak and asthmatic. He could finally hold you how he always wanted to.
You were sad. You were depressed when you found out that your husband died in the war. You both wanted to start a family after it was all over. You couldn’t find yourself another man like Steve. Peggy Carter took you under her wing. She herself found her own Steve, Daniel Sousa.
“Get out! Get yourself out!” You exclaimed. “You’ve got Danny!”
“No way in hell am I leaving you here to defuse a bomb,” Peggy said.
“Go! I’ve got this! Please just do me this favor for once, Agent Carter!” You yelled.
“You better make it back alive,” she said.
“I will,” you promised her.
She ran and you ran in the other direction. Time was ticking down. You raced to the bomb and were thankful that you slipped on Steve’s old pair of Chuck Taylor’s before going off and helping Agent Carter on her mission that she wasn’t supposed to be doing. You get to the device looking for the perfect wire to cut.
What was supposed to happen was you cut the wrong wire and the bomb explodes killing you instantly. But Steve stands behind you in his quantum suit. He reaches out placing a device in between your shoulder blades. A matching red and white suit starts covering you. His arms wrapped around you. He slips one of the extra watch things that Tony gave him onto your hand before you freak out. He’s quick to press the button on yours and then he presses his as the bomb explodes.
“Wha? Wha- what? Where?” You asked freaking out and your helmet comes off.
You’re standing on a platform right outside of a cabin. A green dude is standing behind these controls that aren’t from your time. He’s shocked as well.
“Darlin’,” Steve said.
You spin around to see your husband standing before you. You slapped him across the face and it stung both your hand and his face. Bucky laughs as well as Sam.
“You aren’t supposed to be bringing people back!” Bruce exclaimed.
“You’re supposed to be dead and where the hell am I?!” You asked.
“It’s 2023, honey. You were supposed to die cutting the wrong wire,” Steve explained with his hands on your biceps. “And I always told you that I’d come back for you.”
“I thought you meant by coming back home after the war was over! Not taking me to the future!” You exclaimed. “Are you an idiot or something?!”
“Yes, he is!” Bucky added.
You turned your head to see your husband’s best friend stand beside this other man.
“You’re supposed to be dead!” You yelled pointing at Bucky.
You and Steve come off the platform. You immediately hugged Bucky since you’re more mad at Steve than him. Bucky happily hugs you back but without the left arm.
“You’re supposed to be dead as well, doll,” Bucky said and he kissed your cheek.
He spins you around to face your husband once more. Steve just smiles at you. You go into his strong arms and he holds you tightly. His lips pressed against yours.
He came back for you.
I don't usually read real people fanfics, but this is funny 🤭
Fun Size
Summary: you have decided to tell Chris that you know why you have small boobs.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Wife!Reader
Warning: boobies.
“Chris, I’ve figured out why my boobs are small,” you said coming up to your husband who’s seated at the kitchen counter with his laptop open.
Chris turned and looked at you. Out of all the things to say to him, you choose to talk about your boobs. They’re there. He’s seen them many times before. Now, they aren’t the biggest he has ever seen but he didn’t marry you because of your tits.
“They aren’t small, Honey,” Chris said looking at your chest.
“Yes, they are,” you said.
“They are not,” he said.
“Yes, they are,” you adamantly said.
He placed his fingers under your white shirt and lifted your shirt. You’re wearing just a white lace bralette. You’re about to cover yourself but he smacked your hands away.
“Y/n, these are fun size,” Chris stated looking you directly in the eyes. “They aren’t small. They’re fun size!”
You couldn’t keep a straight face. You started cracking. You let your face fall into his chest and he wrapped his arms around you as he chuckled.
“My tits are bigger than yours,” he said into your hair.
“Yeah,” you muttered.
“— wait, you’re recording!” Chris screeched seeing your phone propped up behind you on the counter. “THIS BETTER NOT BE A TIKTOK!”
So cute 😭
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at first, you loved the words on your body that connected you to your soulmate, your one and only. but the older you got, the more annoying and mocking they became. what weirdo sings rhianna when they first meet their soulmate, anyway?
steve rogers x fem!reader
soulmate au!
word count: 1.7k, she’s a baby :,)
warnings: none besides the fact that this was written in an hour and a half, flufff!
By the time you were old enough to read, the song wasn’t out yet. At the time, you had no idea it was a song, of course, and the words were still cute. It sounded like you had a sweet soulmate. You thought of your soulmate coming to you in a million different ways in your imaginative little brain every single time it rained.
But when you were eight years old, the song came out. And then, you were teased for your words relentlessly. They started to hum the song when you walked by. Someone drew you a picture of a raindrop. One kid was even bold enough to laugh right in your face and tell you that Rihanna herself was your soulmate.
And every morning, you would turn on your side, lift your arm up, and look at the words inscribed in semi-neat cursive, your soulmate’s writing.
You can stand under my umbrella
Who even said that? It was so… cheesy. As the years went by, you doubted that it was rain at all that made the words come out of your soulmate’s mouth. By the time you were in high school, you were certain that it was a pick up line. You no longer longingly stared at every rain shower that happened.
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Daddy issues playing rn
Pliant
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Summary: Every now and then, Tony needs you to help clear his head while he’s working.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT. TW: Somnophilia (consensual).
WC: 1.5K
A/N: Well, howdy. Here's a kinky treat for kinktober. Heed the warnings, please!!
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Like a messy notebook with notes scribbled in the margins, sometimes Tony’s head got a bit crowded.
It was a rare occurrence - usually he was good at keeping track of his thoughts, or leaning on the assistance of his AI to catalogue his quick-fire ideas as they tumbled out of his mouth. Yet, on those particularly manic nights, when he was under a time crunch or running on a ridiculously unhealthy amount of sleep, things got lost. His ideas got snowed in beneath new ones.
He glanced at the time in the corner of his monitor. It was late - after midnight. He’d been holed up in the lab for over twenty-four hours, only taking a swift break in the afternoon to shower and eat (at your firm insistence). But he’d been rooted in the same problem for over an hour now and at this rate, he’d be backtracking through his voice logs with JARVIS to identify what it was that he’d been thinking but hadn’t said out loud and-
Well. There was a much more simple, quicker solution than that. Something that was a sure-fire way to clear the cobwebs in his brain.
“J, is she awake?” He asked, tapping out a staccato rhythm on his thighs.
The AI didn’t respond for a moment or two, and Tony sweared to fuck that the asshole was judging him. “No, she is currently in bed. Her heart rate indicates that she is asleep.”
He pulled up the camera surveillance of your shared bedroom. You’d left the lamp on. The sheets obscured most of your body, save for your upper back where he could see your bare shoulders. His lips pursed while he considered his options. There was something that you’d mentioned recently - something that had played on his mind that he was definitely intrigued by.
“You know…” You worried at your lower lip, shy eyes focused on where your fingers were working at loosening his tie. “You’re always coming to bed so late at night. And- well… I think that it’d be really fucking sexy if you got me worked up in my sleep..?” Your voice trailed up in the form of a question, unsure of what his response would be. “Just - I don’t know - the thought of waking up with your fingers, or shit, your cock inside of me… and knowing that you’d been playing with me while I was asleep…” You sighed dreamily, gaze flicking up to his own briefly before darting away again. “The thought kind of turns me inside out.”
He watched your sleeping form, his cock twitching at the thought of going up there and- He pushed himself out of his chair and started for the bedroom.
He took his shoes off before he ascended the stairs, his steps near-silent as he entered the bedroom, and quietly closed the door behind himself. His heart was racing. Despite the fact that you’d told him this was something you wanted, he couldn’t help but feel sneaky. Like he was breaking the rules. He crouched down at your side of the bed and carefully peeled the sheets off your body, biting down onto his tongue as your bare ass came into view. The way your leg was hitched up meant that your slit was right there for him to touch. He ran a warm hand over your even warmer hip, feeling your silky skin beneath his calloused fingertips. God, you were so fucking sexy. He’d never get enough of you - he was sure of that.
He sucked two fingers into his mouth, coating them with his spit before gently - so fucking gently - running a fingertip up your slit. He expected you to snap awake at any moment. He wanted to make this good for you; play things out the way that you’d described to him. He continued to carefully run his fingers up and down your slit, his pressure turning a bit more firm when you didn’t stir from your slumber. He could see the way your body naturally reacted to his touch, your sticky slick seeping out and making the glide of his fingers smoother, easier.
He had to bite down onto the knuckle of his free hand when he pressed a finger inside of you. Jesus Christ, you were so hot and silky. Each brush of his fingers, every quiet, wet sound, was seemingly amplified in the otherwise silent room. He slowly fucked you with one finger, palming at himself through his jeans when your body produced more and more slick, until pressing a second finger inside was an almost effortless squeeze.
“Mmm…”
He froze at the quiet sound, fingers buried inside of you to the hilt and eyes flicking up to your face.
You were still asleep: expression lax, lips slightly parted. “You dreaming about me baby?” He whispered, curling his fingers and huffing quietly at the way your hips lazily rolled into the feeling. “Fucking hell…”
He withdrew his fingers and spread wetness to your clit, lightly circling the bud as he palmed at his now rock-hard cock through his pants. Your breaths were turning a little bit heavier. He knew that you’d wake up soon.
He pulled his hand away and stood to strip himself of his clothes, wrapping a hand around his cock and biting down into his lip to contain his moan of satisfaction. Then, carefully rolling your body to provide himself with access, he ran the head of his dick along your dripping cunt. His eyes stayed on your face, waiting for a reaction that never came.
Slowly, oh, so fucking slowly, he guided himself into of you, eyes rolling back as you enveloped him inch by wet-warm inch.
“Oh. Ohhh…” Your moan was more present. He watched your eyes flutter open, the realisation dawning on your face before you let out the sweetest, neediest whine and hitched your leg higher up on the bed. “Oh my fucking- Tony yes.”
“Well hi, sleeping beauty,” he rasped, his voice gravelly and overwhelmed as he grinded in deep, “Nice of you to join me.”
He began to fuck you with slow, steady thrusts, allowing your mind to process the feeling. But fuck, you were so pliant - so relaxed, having just woken up - that the glide of his cock was so smooth it sent tingles up his spine. The needy sound you let out made his hips snap forward with a bit more force than he’d intended. “You love the thought of me using this pretty pussy whenever I want, don’t you?” He growled, picking up his pace. “Should’ve seen how quick you were to get worked up on my fingers. How easy it was for me to get you wet.”
You looked over your shoulder at him with pleading eyes, your brow creased with an overwhelmed frown, and the sight nearly did him in. He groaned and withdrew his cock, roughly taking hold of your leg and rolling you onto your back. He tugged your body so that you were laid out on the edge of the mattress before sliding back inside of you, the change in angle making you cry out. Each rock forward made your tits bounce, your hands moving to the bedsheets where you held on tight.
“I’m gonna come,” you whined, your neck strained with the tension of your building release. He reached down to roll your clit beneath the pad of his thumb, the slippery touch clumsy because of how fucking soaked you were. Jesus Christ. You were a fucking dream.
“That’s it,” he grunted, his thighs hitting your skin with resounding smacks, “Come for me. Show me how much you love being my little fuck toy.” His voice was strained as he fought to hold back his own release, deep and gravelly at how wonderfully wrecked you looked.
You shouted as you peaked, your body curling in on itself and clenching down at the force of the feeling. You squeezed so tight and perfect around his cock that it ripped his orgasm from him, milked his cock until his mind was blank of everything but pure pleasure.
And with that clarity of mind - that perfect silence - came the revelation he’d be chasing.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, jerking his hips forward as though punctuating the dual physical and mental relief. “Jesus, baby. You’re perfect. Such a perfect little toy.”
You reached out for him, your eyes dazed and needy, and he went to you without hesitation. He sighed out through his nose as he kissed you - licked into your mouth greedily and possessively. He felt your fingers card back through his hair, the feeling sparking against the aftershocks that prickled down his spine.
“You gonna come to bed?” You breathed, your voice warm puffs against his lips.
He looked down at your soft eyes, rolled his hips once more just to feel you squeeze around his sensitive cock. He hadn’t been planning to go to sleep. Rather, he’d just figured out how to jump the hurdle that was keeping him from completing his work in the lab. But- you had the sweetest look in your eyes. Your hands were toasty against the sides of his neck. And god, how could he say ‘no’ to you?
“Yeah, baby,” he hummed, pressing a tender kiss against your lips. Work could wait until the morning.
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If only I had parents even a quarter as rich as Tony. I'd be able to do anything.
Tony: Find someone and have a kid they said. It’ll be fun they said.
Peter, from the kitchen: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!!
Y/N: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!! GET THE ANTI FLAMETHROWER!!
Morgan: It’s called a fire extinguisher. FIRE. EXTINGUISHER!!
(Glass shatters, things explode, Peter, Y/N, and Morgan all scream in unison)
Tony: Don’t listen to them. Don’t.
I'm kinda into that whole vouyerism / polygamy thing with the avengers. It's kinda hot
Ok, what if it was tony's bday and he asks reader to give him a sex tape of her and Steve, But Steve only finds out about it when Tony shows the team I Love u baby♡♡♡♡
Happy Birthday Tony
Warnings: Language, Smutish-Smut Stuff
Here you go love!
1 Week Earlier
“But it’s my birthday,” he says with a grin.
“So,” you fold your arms across your chest, “why would you even want something like that? Weirdo.”
“Oh p–lease, who doesn’t have a sex tape out there?” Tony’s question is rhetorical as he sits at his desk. “I know Romanoff does and the girl she’s in it with. First class. A-mazing. Wilson has more than one floating about, don’t get me started on Barnes, and we know I do.” There’s a devilish smirk on his face. He’s obviously proud of his tapes. “That only leaves Rogers. I know you and Rogers have been blowing off steam together.” He says the words with air quotes. “So, help me get some dirt on the boy scout.”
“No.”
“Come on,” he whines. “Please. For me.”
“As much as I love you, it’s not happening,” you remark. “That’s just weird.”
He folds his arms across his chest, “Okay then, you forced my hand.” He says the words with a finality that is scarily ominous. “I dare you.”
Your face falls, because in all the years you’ve known Tony, the two of you have always had a friendly game of dare going. Nothing too extreme, but you had never, ever backed down.
It’s a pride thing.
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The power of vine
y/n: Croissants: dropped
natasha: BBQ sauce: on my titties
wanda: Road: works ahead
tony: Shavacado: fre
peter: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead
steve:
steve, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.
Love getting caught
She Keeps Me Up
Warnings: Language, Smut-ish
Words: 1.1k
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: You need a little help, but as Tony’s half-sister, you’re also off limits. Little Wednesday drabble, pretty much plot, what plot?
Song: She Keeps Me Up by Nickelback
Funky little monkey, she’s a twisted trickster.
2 Months Ago
Two innocent words.
“Teach me.”
That’s how it all began.
You didn’t want someone to take it easy on you. If you were going to make it in this line of work, without being encased in armor like your brother, you had to learn hand to hand to combat.
You knew you needed to learn from one of the best. Only problem is, he’d barely ever looked at you, let alone said more than two words in your presence. In his defense, Tony had made the lines perfectly clear.
“I will murder you,” he had stated simply in the conference room glancing around at his team. Rogers, Barnes, Wilson, Barton, and Romanoff were all there. “My little sister –”
“Half-sister,” you corrected from the chair beside where he stood.
He glanced down at you, placing his hand over his chest, his response snarky, “Who I love with my whole heart – or is it whom?” He pondered for a moment before he looked back at the team. “Whatever – yea – she’s off limits. End of discussion.”
“Some discussion,” your sarcastic remark gained a stifled laugh from Natasha.
“Why me?” he questions you when you corner him in the gym.
“Because I don’t need someone to go easy on me,” you reply as you fold your arms across your chest.
“Trust me Princess,” the nickname falls easily from his lips and you don’t hate it. “I won’t be easy.”
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Until We Meet Again - Masterlist
Status: Complete
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader
Summary: In where Bucky is supposed to guard you, but he finds himself more confused at the pull he has towards you. It doesn’t take him long to realize he’s way in over his head, but the pull towards you never ceases to exist, regardless of how you might be an enemy of the Avengers.
Based on prompts: “I want to go home” - “And I want to go to the moon. It ain’t happening sweetheart”
Warning(s): fun, fluff, language, a confused Bucky, smut (mentions).
Chapters: 4
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Bucky fighting through the rest of the 107th to get to the stage and chase Steve around
What if Bucky hadn’t been captured?
This one here is something else...
“Catch Me” Masterlist
In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.
Intro
Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4
Day 5
Day 6
Day 7
Available here on Wattpad