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bugzzybabe · 11 days ago

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Social Media [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Summary: Reader teaches Steve how to use social media and he sees her more provocative pictures.

Authors Note: This was written with the intention of a second part so let me know by the end if that sounds appealing. Enjoy!

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Steve might have been over a hundred years old but he did his best to keep up with the times. Over the past two years of being with the Avengers, Steve and you had fallen into routine of you casually keeping him up to date with societal standards and routines. Whether it was explaining to him hookup culture or ubers, he was always attentive during your lessons.

You hadn't recognized it, but the past few months, Steve had been taking extra care to impress you. Listening and being there for you was something he took extra pride in as he wanted you to know that he cared.

Little did he know, you had also grown quite fond off the talks you would share. The way his shoulder would brush yours would send shocks down your spine as you tried to ignore any type of non platonic feelings. You truly believed he could never feel that way about you, so you did your best to maintain the friendship.

It was especially hard to keep this act up though when he was staring at you with those bright blue eyes that peered straight into your thumping heart, as he was doing now.

"Please teach me how to use the online medias. Tony won't stop posting pictures of my butt and posting them on the bird app calling it 'America's Ass'." Steve shuttered as he recounted the memes the team would make of him when he wasn't looking. Tony did have a secret spam that he would use to often make fun of the team in a loving way. Everyone assumed it was Peter's doing until you walked in one day on Tony snickering while posting a photo of Clint having fallen asleep in one of the vents.

Looking back at the tall and brutally handsome man in front of you, you sighed and patted the seat on the couch next to you. Steve gave you that faint worthy smile as he politely sat within arms reach of you. The body heat he gave off made you want to melt but you brushed it off and gestured for his phone.

"Oh right!" He fumbled as he patted his pockets down for the phone under Stark Technologies. Steve was one of the only people who denied all the updates Tony would provide for all the team's tech. You always felt bad as using technology for Steve was hard enough without all the constant updates of flashy nonsense.

"So first I'm going to go to the app store and download some of the more common social media apps like Twitter and Instagram." You gently explained as Steve watched you maneuver throughout his phone. He was always left in awe of how natural it all came to you.

"And I don't have to pay for it?" He questioned as you shook your head.

"Nope! Some apps cost money but most don't. Either way, Tony probably would cover it no problem." You stated as the apps downloaded.

Once they were loaded, you opened Instagram and began to sign Steve up. Since there was already an account for Captain America, run by the team's press, there was no need to create a professional one.

"Now I'm gonna make you an account just for your personal use, not to promote any avengers things. Just for Steve!" He nodded along as you rambled, just in awe of you. Honestly you could say anything and he would probably go along with it.

"You can use this account to post or not post whatever. Some people use it for aesthetic pictures they take, photos of friends and family or just selfies of themselves."

"What do you post?" Steve asked as your rambling was cut short. You should've expected this question but you never thought your crush/friend/coworker would ever see your feed (seeing as Steve is clueless when it comes to the internet).

You blushed and stammered to answer, "Well I post pictures of my friends, food I really liked or photos that I look good in I guess..." You mumble the last part and internally beg he wouldn't request to see it. The reason for this being that you had a couple bikini pictures up that usually weren't a problem or shameful secret, but you just didn't want Steve seeing them.

"Can I follow you?" Steve asks with a soft look in his eyes. Your heart fluttered as you pretended to be chill and shrugged looking back at his phone. You proceeded to look up your account and followed it before quickly exiting before he had a chance to see anything.

Steve smiled at you before continuing the conversation, "Thank you for helping me with all this. I didn't want to ask the others and have them make fun of me." He shyly stated as you looked at the man with wide eyes. You didn't realize how comfortable he felt around you until you realized you were the person he came to for help with all of this.

"Oh Steve, it's no problem at all! Plus you're such a fast learner that it's no big deal." Plus you loved being around him so that made it easy. You weren't gonna tell him that last part though...

After another hour of explaining how social media worked, Steve gave you another genuine smile and excused himself to go finish up a last minute report. The second he left the room you let out an exhausted sigh and sunk back into the couch.

Everytime Steve was around you, you got so in your own head that he basically consumed your mind. Little did you know you had the same effect on Steve. The second he stepped into his office, he let out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding. The only real reason he wanted to get on social media was to see all the photos you always seemed to be posting. He saw one of your photos on Natashas phone the other day when she left it out and had never felt so compelled to steal something before.

Within the privacy of his office, Steve finally brought his phone back out and opened Instagram. Going to his following page like you taught him, he opened your account and almost passed out. Right there on your third latest post was a picture of you and Wanda from a hike you had gone on a couple days prior.

Looking at the blissful smile on your face, Steve felt himself falling even harder for you. He continued to scroll through your account until he landed on one of your posts from a couple months ago. You had gone with the girls on a beach trip (funded by Tony) and had a mini photoshoot at the beach. Steve's face flushed bright red as he tried not to look too hard at the photo. He couldn't help but admire the red one piece you were wearing and how it hugged each of your curves in a way that left his mouth watering.

Fumbling to exit out of the photo before he continued to think the lewd thoughts forming in his mind, Steve accidentally hit the like button. Actively trying to not mess up further, Steve threw his phone across the room, hoping it would turn off. Digging his nails into the desk, he took deep breaths as to try and erase the image of you looking so breathtakingly stunning in his mind.

Hesitantly going to pick back up his phone, Steve noticed a new message from you. He quickly opened it up to find a text that made his breath catch, "Come meet me in my room in 10". Holy shit.

Authors Note: Comment if you want a part 2 with smut ;)

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marvelfilth · 1 year ago

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Torn (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Warnings: set during AoA, kryptonian!reader, love triangle, established Natasha x reader - fwb situation, somewhat toxic!Natasha, smut, violence, jealousy

Summary: after your home planet is destroyed, you find a new home in Asgard, but when your brother brings you along to Earth, you find more trouble than you expected.

Masterlist

"F-fuck, Y/n. Right there… Yes." The woman below you pants in your ear, nails scraping down your back to grip your butt possessively.

Your hips move faster, deeper with each thrust, making her moan. "You could've told me you were coming back today," you grunt.

She digs her nails into your skin and you hiss in annoyance, slapping her inner thigh. "Do that one more time and I'm not fucking you for a week."

The spy lets out a throaty laugh that turns into a scream when your thrusts suddenly become harsh and uncoordinated, your hands pressing down her hips. Her tits bounce with each push, her perky nipples begging for attention. You look up to her tear stricken face, enjoying the sight of her reddened cheeks and bleeding lips.

"It was- fuck… u-undercover," she's breathless, stuttering, "... secret," she manages at last, pulling your face down to her breasts, knowing you still have something to say.

You're annoyed and maybe a little bit hurt, but you still let her guide you, eagerly sucking on the tender skin, grazing her nipples with your teeth.

Maybe she'll finally agree to talk to you after.

She comes with a stifled cry, hiding her face in the crook of your neck and gets up as soon as her body stops shaking.

You have a lot of things to say, but your mouth is suddenly too dry and your throat too hoarse, so you sit on the edge of your bed and watch her dress.

"Thank you," she kisses you on the corner of your mouth, lingering, nose nuzzling against yours when she pulls away.

She looks reluctant to leave and you hope she doesn't.

The door clicks shut on her way out.

×××

"No daydreaming on the mission briefings." Clint snaps his fingers in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You blink, eyes refocusing to see everyone staring at you in question.

"What?" You ask, shifting in your seat.

"Stark wants to know if you like your new suit," Natasha asks with a smirk on her face.

You look up at the screen in front of the room and there it is - yet another heavily modified piece of clothing you undoubtedly going to destroy on your next mission.

You can admit it looks better than the previous one, the red is much deeper and the blue is not as obnoxious, but they still clash, not coming together as seamlessly as the one you wore back home, but that's the best Stark can offer and you're thankful he's even trying, so you nod in appreciation and send him a grateful smile.

"Think this one will fall apart mid flight?" Thor teases, reminding you of one of your most embarrassing moments.

It happened when you first joined the team. Tony made you wear a suit he made, claiming it was good to match with the team, so you've listened to make him happy and fit in better. It's a good thing you wore your underwear from Asgard that day.

"Now that it's settled we should move on to the purpose of this briefing," Steve waited until he had everyone's attention before continuing, "now that Thor is finally here we can finally take back the Scepter…" he continues with the details and you easily tune him out, focusing on the redhead woman across from you instead.

The corner of her lip is still quirked up, her eyes trained on Steve as he gestures to the map on the screen behind him. You look down at your hands on the table, fiddling with your thumbs.

You wish you were better at reading humans.

“You okay?” Clint leans into your side to whisper discreetly.

You nod, managing a convincing smile. “Didn't get much sleep is all.”

He glances at Natasha not so subtly, his brows furrowing. You think he's the only one who knows about the two of you, or, at least, he suspects.

“You know what you're doing, right?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, not knowing at all.

×××

You're hovering over the base, looking through the walls for Scepter, when you first see her.

The girl looks about your age, you think, maybe a little younger, and she is busy talking to a silver haired man. They look too out of place, dressed like high schoolers and unbothered by the attack. You frown when the girl whispers a quiet "take care of the big guy" to the boy, your mouth dropping open in shock when he runs almost fast enough to go unnoticed by you. Almost.

Deciding it's your time to intervene you warn the team before landing in front of the back entrance, eyes trained on the girl behind the door. You don't know what she's capable of and you find yourself intrigued. The door opens with a squeak and you wince, mutterings a curse under your breath.

She's out of sight by the time you enter, but you can still hear her erratic heartbeat.

"Come out," you say, tilting your head to the right. You heard enough to know she's hiding in the shadow.

You hear her gulp before she steps into your field of view, her shoulder grazing yours as she comes to stand in front of you.

She is beautiful, you think, taking note of redness in her pupils.

"You know who we are," you wait for her to nod before continuing, "you can come with me." You offer your hand, palm up, and wait for her to decide.

She scoffs and her eyes turn redder. "What makes you think I want to?" There's red around her fingers now and you find yourself curious to find out what she can do.

You smile. "You will come with us one way or another. I'd prefer not to hurt you."

You realise your mistake as soon as the words leave your mouth.

Suddenly, there's red everywhere and you're out of the building, flying through the door to the other end of the backyard. You feel a pressing weight on your chest, and when you look down you see red wisps enveloping your body, keeping you pinned to the ground.

You look up when a shadow falls on your face.

She crouches with a smirk planted on her smug face, and moves your hair out of your face. "You can come with me," she offers, mirth in her eyes and you let out a breathless laugh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back.

"I'm afraid I have to say no," you whisper after a moment, strangely content at the mercy of your enemy.

She hums, waving her hand over you and you feel the weight disappear.

When you open your eyes she's no longer there.

×××

"You just let her go?" Natasha asks later that night, her head nestled on your chest after hours of hiding her moans in a pillow as you pounded into her.

You snort. "She's a witch, Nat, I don't think I can keep up with magic."

She lifts her head to look at you, eyes searching for something you're not even aware of. "You're the fastest person on this planet. Faster than her brother, and certainly faster than her."

You look away, closing your eyes in embarrassment. You didn't even think about your speed when you faced the witch.

You feel her get up from bed, and you open your eyes, reaching for her, "Natasha- " Her eyes flash, and you close your mouth.

She shakes her head. "She distracted you. And you let her go," she huffs and bends down to pick up her panties.

You get up and catch her wrist. "Can you tell me what's going on?" You ask, searching her eyes for an answer, but you're an alien and she's the best spy in the world so you're left even more confused.

She opens her mouth for a split second before snapping it shut. She pulls away and puts on a shirt before finally speaking, "I saw the footage."

You frown.

"Didn't know it only takes a little flirting and a pretty face to make you let an enemy go," she hisses through clenched teeth.

Your mouth drops open in shock.

"Are you-" you let out a breathless chuckle at the mere thought before finally getting yourself together, "are you jealous?"

You can hear her jaw grinding, can hear her nails dig into the soft skin of her palm.

And yet, you still can't believe what she just said.

"You're a fucking hypocrite, Natasha," you say, and a split second later you're dressed and out in the nearby field, searing up towards the sky.

You don't see her falling back into the pillow you layed on mere seconds ago, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

×××

There's a party the next day, and a part of you just wants to hop in your pod and disappear in the depths of space.

Another part of you wants to see Natasha happy and content, basking in the warmth of your arms. You know she'll never allow anyone to know about the two of you, but still, hope blossoms in your chest when you first see her go down the stairs. She moves right past you towards the bar, and you see Banner approach her with a nervous smile. His flirting is awkward and you pity the man, awaiting Natasha's response.

She flirts back.

"So… You and Romanoff?" Steve comes to stand beside you, smiling his fatherly smile, and you fight the urge to run away.

"You should tell her," he presses on, "she's not the most open person in the world, but from what I know about her, I think… there's a good chance for the two of you to be happy."

You've told her.

She doesn't like you back.

You shoot him a quick, awkward smile. "I'll think about it."

He nods, satisfied and walks up to the pair, his eyes widening when he overhears the last bit of their conversation. He winces and looks back at you, knowing you probably heard it all by now.

You shake your head at the concerned look he sends your way, and walk to sit on the couch, closing your eyes for a moment, letting your hearing go wild, listening in on an argument on the other side of the city, anything to remove yourself from this situation. The argument doesn't last too long, the engaged pair making up not even ten minutes later and you move your attention back to the party.

When you open your eyes Thor is sitting beside you, daring Clint to pick up his hammer. You sit up straighter, curious to see where it might go.

"Everyone knows it's some kind of a trick." His fingers wrap around the handle, but the hammer doesn't move an inch, much to the archers embarrassment.

Tony appears seemingly out of nowhere to make fun of Barton and you join in on the laughter, enjoying the rare moment of happiness, momentarily forgetting about your not so fun predicament.

Thor winks at you, enjoying this way more than he probably should, and hands you a bottle of Asgardian beer.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Natasha join your little game, Steve hot on her heels. She looks a little out of place, eyes laced with uncertainty when she sees an empty spot by your side. With a slight push from Steve she sits, careful not to touch you.

Banner is left standing a few feet away.

"It's simple physics," Tony grins, attempting to lift the weapon. His eyes narrow when it stays in its spot.

You rub your eyes when he decides to embarrass himself even further, calling Rhodes for backup and putting on his suit. The ridiculous game goes on, and Steve decides to try, you don't bother to watch, but then you hear metal scraping against the fine wood of the coffee table. Your head snaps up to look at Thor and immediately you know he heard it too, his eyes going comically wide for a split second before closing in relief when Steve doesn't pull harder, letting the hammer stay in its place.

"Natasha?" Banner nudges the redhead.

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your bear. You want to go and finish the drink in the solitary of your room, maybe let out a few tears, but you promised Thor you'd stay until the very end, knowing he's set to leave in a few short days.

"I don't want to know the answer to that question," she says before taking a sip of her beer.

"Y/n?" Thor invites you to try, but you shake your head no, an excuse already on your tongue when you first hear it.

The screeching is loud enough to hurt humans, but to your enhanced hearing it's pure torture. You fall to the floor, covering your ears, letting out a silent cry and Natasha is by your side immediately, pressing you into her side, trying to ground your hearing. You hiss in pain, your head feels like it's being slit open, and you think Natasha is saying something, but you can't focus on a single thing.

The next second you feel her lips against yours and the sound is gone, replaced by Natashas frantic heartbeat.

"Focus on me, baby, come on," Natasha whispers against your lips, words barely audible. You nod, trying to regain your senses.

Her kisses move lower to your chin, then to your jaw, her fingers skimping under the hem of your shirt, setting the skin of your lower stomach on fire.

"Stay with me, baby," she mumbles in your ear.

There's a fight going on around you, robots flying around destroying everything in sight, but the only thing you see is Natasha's glistening eyes as she pulls away to check on you.

Then she's pulling you up and out of the room, narrowly missing a piece of metal flying her way, your eyes flicker around and you stop in your tracks, ready to join the fight and end it in seconds, but then there's a tug on your hand.

"They'll handle it. Let me take care of you."

You nod, feeling hope blossom in your chest.

Maybe Steve's right.

×××

They handled it and now you're off to Africa, getting ready to fight a villainous robot made of vibranium. The jet is weirdly silent - Tony's sulking in the corner, unusually quiet, Steve stares him down from his seat, jaw grinding in annoyance and you wonder what happened after Natasha led you to her room. You tried to pry away, ready to run back and join on the planning, but she didn't budge, staring you down until you relented and fell against the sheets, her fingers making quick works of your belt buckle.

Now though, she's back to acting like she doesn't care, her eyes trained on the skyline and you can't even pretend you aren't hurt.

"We are close," you warn the team, already searching for the target. Your eyes lock on the pair talking to Ultron. "The twins are there, on the second floor, talking to Ultron. We need to hurry."

Natasha looks at you for the first time since you boarded the jet. "Stay away from the witch. We'll handle her."

You scoff at her tone, mildly pissed at her bossing you around. "You're ordering me around now?" you force through gritted teeth.

Her eyes narrow and she looks like she wants to say more, but Tony pushes her out of the way to jump out of the jet, Thor and Steve following right behind him, and she's left glaring daggers at your back as you hurry along.

You look for the witch the moment you land.

She's easy to find, hiding in the shadows, waiting for a perfect moment to strike, while her brother runs around wrecking havoc.

"Little witch," you call out, startling her enough to make her jump up.

Her eyes flash in annoyance, but the second she sees it's you her lips stretch in a one sided smile. "I have a name, you know."

You nod, your lips stretching into a full blown grin. You remember how your last conversation ended, but you don't care much about the possibility of her hurting you.

"I won't," she says, like she just read your mind.

You suppose she might have, she is a witch after all.

She shakes her head, letting out a huff of laughter, "There's a lot of things I can do," her eyes flash dangerously, her smile now with a hint of malice, "make sure not to cross me." She winks and turns just in time to step out of her brother's way.

You blink, cursing yourself for getting so distracted again, and dart after her brother. It is an easy ordeal, and mere seconds later you have him pinned to the ground.

"You really should let me go," he grunts against the concrete, wiggling against your hold.

"I am an alien, not an idiot," you scoff, easing your hold on him just a little.

He stills for a moment, craning his neck to take a look at you, "An alien?"

His eyes are full of wonder, and suddenly you're reminded that the two of them are young, the same age you were when you first stepped foot on Earth.

You sigh, looking around for a cage of some sort or a piece of metal to bend around the runner.

"Why are you helping them?" He asks, wonder replaced by anger. "Do you know what he did?"

There it is. An old basement with a bulletproof door.

"Making a bomb and launching it at civilians are two very different things, you know?" You quip and his eyes flash in indignation, but before he can start his rant you push him inside, locking the door and bending the metal for a good measure.

"He did some shitty things in the past, but at least he never joined the Nazis."

You walk away, painfully aware of the truth in your words. Now that you've said it out loud you're faced with the fact that the witch you've grown to like just after two short interactions is not a good person.

Shaking your head you make your way up, one down, two to go. You squint in the dark, trying to spot Ultron, but he's nowhere to be found and neither is Tony, so you mentally brace yourself to face the witch again, but the second you step on the landing you see Thor's slumped form.

"Hey!" You shake his shoulders and slap his face for good measure and his eyes open. He's blinking rapidly, like he just woke up from a long nap, his eyes glossed over.

"Y/n!" He whispers feverishly, and pulls you in a bone crushing hug. "You're okay, of course you're okay. That witch. She warped my mind," he pants, pushing you away, "You need to make sure everyone else is okay."

You look him over, and once you're sure he's not hurt you nod, pulling him up to his feet, and take off in the direction of Natasha's heartbeat.

You stop in your tracks as soon as your eyes fall on the trembling woman. Tears stream down her face, but her eyes are focused on the floor, unblinking. She doesn't move when Clint presses her into his side, doesn't flinch when he hauls her up to her feet, but when her eyes register you she jumps as if burned, clutching at Clint.

You take a step closer, your own eyes watering, but she looks like she might throw up if you move any closer.

Clint sends you a look and shakes his head, mouthing, "I've got her."

She limps past you, shaking so violently you're sure even a human can notice.

They move past you and suddenly all you see is red.

Moving faster than the speed of light you have the witch pressed against the wall, her fingers clutched in your vice grip.

She looks up, her eyes wide and terrified.

Good, you think.

"What did you do to her?" You growl in her face, pushing her into the wall with your whole body.

No way you'll let her escape this time.

Her throat constricts. "I- Her biggest fear. I showed her her biggest fear." She sinks her body against the wall, trying to wrangle her hands out of your grip. Her heart is thrumming violently and you can't tell if the tiny skip of a beat is a result of her fear or her lie.

"She'll be fine in a few hours, I swear." Her eyes lock with yours, so unbelievably green, and you feel yourself slipping away. "Just let me go," she asks, pushing her body forwards, her fingers slipping away from your hold. Her face tilts forward until your lips are almost touching. “Let me go,” she whispers. You don't see the wisps of her magic swirl around her fingers, too focused on the way her lips move. Too many thoughts swarm your brain, but you find yourself focusing on one. You want her to close the gap.

"That's right, you want me to kiss you." Her lips almost brush against yours in a gentle peck. Your grip on her weakens completely and you're enveloped in her arms. Suddenly, she's everywhere. In your arms, in your head, in your heart. "I'm sorry about this," she whispers before pushing you off the ledge.

There's red everywhere and you find yourself falling and falling…

…and falling until your back hits the ground with a painful thud.

"Y/n! Get up. Come on." Your father helps you up, tilting your head to check the injury, but you can't focus on his face, all you can see is purple.

The planet under your feet rumbles, splitting open yet again, making your father forget about tending to your bloodied forehead in favor of hauling you up over his shoulder.

"No." You push against his shoulders when you finally realize where he's taking you. "No! I'm staying with you," you cry out, wiping the tears out of your eyes.

The sight in front of you is a nightmare. A sick, deranged nightmare. You can see the man responsible for this hold up the purple stone higher in the air, another powerful wave destroying everything in its wake.

"We have to fight, dad! We have to stop him! What about mom?!" You scream until your throat hurts, but your father doesn't budge, pushing you through double doors leading to the pods.

"We will fight," he promises, putting you down. "But you… you're destined for greatness, my child. You can't die fighting a losing battle." He places a kiss on your temple, pushing a syringe into your side.

You stare at him in betrayal, fighting against him with all your might, but your limbs get too heavy and your eyes start closing on their own.

You're pushed in the pod and your father types coordinates for Asgard. "They'll treat you as their own," he chokes, trying to fight tears, "I love you, my sweet girl."

"Y/n!"

You sit up, gasping for breath, eyes darting around the room.

"Y/n, a little help!"

Tony's voice sounds from your comms and you shudder.

"I can't-" you sob, looking around you, searching for the witch, but she's long gone, and all you can do is sit in the dark and hope someone will come and get you.

"I don't know what you saw there, kid, but our green friend might chew me up any second now. I really need you," he pleads.

Your hands shake and your legs tremble as you stand up, forcing the memory to the back of your mind. You close your eyes, letting the tears fall and tear through the roof, unaware of a pair of eyes watching you leave.

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buckyalpine · 1 year ago

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Did You Hear

Fluffyy crack fic and nothing else. Imagine Tony Stark's shy new assistant sitting at the kitchen island for breakfast, getting a cup of tea before heading to the lab. She's sipping from her steaming mug when a very pretty super solider walks in from his run and the heat rising in her cheeks isn't from the hot Earl Grey.

"Mornin' y/n" He gives you a polite smile while he makes his way to the fridge and you had to silence the squeak that nearly escapes your lips. He's in a pair of snug grey sweats which are resting sinfully low on his hips and his tight black t-shit showing off every divot and curve of muscle on his torso. You bite you lip as he bends down to grab a cold bottle of water, silencing a squeal with a sip of tea.

"Morning, Sergeant" You give him a smile and the lopsided grin he gives you as he goes on about his day leaves you giggling and kicking your feet. You were just about finished your cup when Nat walked in next, looking you up and down with a shake of her head.

"Bucky was here, wasn't he" She playfully rolled her eyes knowing the effect the brunette had on you. "What happened this time"

"Bucky has a cute butt" You giggled, while Nat snorted at your flustered state. "And slutty thighs"

"Do you ever plan on actually telling him"

"No!" You vigorously shook your head. That was out of the question for you; you were happy to admire the soldier from afar. The last thing he'd want is to have to deal with is the playground crush you had on him anyway, it was a miracle he even noticed you. "He doesn't even see me that way"

"Well, guess we'll never know" She sassed as you slipped off the stool to make your way to the lab.

"I'm happy to admire God's work from a safe distance!" You called over your shoulder while Nat shook her head, smirking to a third person you didn't see who was lingering near the kitchen, very happy to listen intently to the conversation that was taking place.

The one that was supposed to be a secret from Bucky's ears.

That wouldn't do.

"Did you hear?" Sam grinned, sauntering over where Bucky was sparring with Steve, both men panting after already going for a few rounds. "Word on the street is you have a cute butt"

"What" Bucky deadpanned while Steve smirked, watching the heat in his friends cheeks already starting to creep up to his ears.

"Mhm, that little tush of yours has been getting a lot of attention lately"

"From who" Bucky's face scrunched up in confusion, frowning when Sam cackled, clapping his shoulder.

"Tony's cute lil assistant" He says with a wink, noting the immediate change in Bucky's demeanor, his frown falling off his face, replaced with a very pink blush.

"You mean y/n?"

"Uh huh. Must've been those slutty grey sweats you've been running around in"

"Slutty?"

"Extremely. Especially with those thighs"

"And how do you know this" Bucky struggled to bite back a smile, not wanting to get his hopes up until he was sure. "There's no way she-

"Heard her talking to Nat this morning. She sounded real excited after seeing you and your cute butt" Sam gave him a swat causing him to yelp.

"Hm. Interesting" The soldier nodded already looking towards the showers so he could rinse off and find you.

"Yeah, yeah, go find your girl" Steve shoved Bucky off the mat with a grin. Bucky jogged off to the lab right after a shower, purposely throwing on a new pair of his snug joggers. He smirked as he walked in seeing you fully focused on a small creation Tony created, tinkering away without noticing him.

"Hey doll"

"Ser-sergeant!" You squeaked in surprise as he strode inside, dropping the gadget you were working on, "What can I help you with"

"Sam told me something earlier", Bucky shrugged casually while you stayed frozen in your seat, your heart rate picking up the closer he got. "Was wonderin' if you knew anything about it"

"What's-what's that" You fidgeted nervously, his baby blues staring at you intently, loving how flustered you looked.

"Someone said something about me having a cute butt"

"Oh" You looked like deer in headlights, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

"Oh?" Bucky smirked while you hid your face in your hands, ready to sink to the floor and hide under the table, he must have thought you were such a pervert. "And something about slutty thighs-

"Not just your butt! All-all of you is cute all over" You squeaked out before slapping a hand over your mouth realizing you were making it worse.

"All of me, huh" Bucky pried your hand away from your face, cupping your cheek instead, the cool metal of his arm soothing your hot skin. "So you do think I have a cute butt and slutty thighs"

His thumb came up to pull your bottom lip away from where it was caught between your teeth, smiling at the little nod you gave him, too scared to open your mouth.

"Well I'm glad"

"Y-you are?" You shyly whispered, nearly whining when he brought his other hand to hold your face gently, his lips brushing against yours.

"Mhm, means I can do this" You went limp in his hold, every muscle in your body turning into mush as he kissed your lips sweetly, the gentle peck feeling like he'd stolen your breath away. "Don't faint on me sweets" Bucky chuckled as he pulled away, seeing the dazed look on your face.

"Such a cute butt" You whispered to yourself, eyes growing wide when you realized you said that out loud. You buried yourself in his chest making Bucky grin, kissing the top of your head.

"Want to grab coffee with my cute butt?" Bucky tipped your chin up to look at him, "I'll even bring my slutty thighs" He threw in with a wink.

"Promise?" You giggled while he slipped in his hand in yours, leading you towards the door.

"Scouts honor, doll"

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mostly-marvel-musings · 7 months ago

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unpopular opinion but Tony’s ass deserves recognition too

#robert downey jr #tony stark #bubble butt bobert

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mostly-marvel-musings · 1 year ago

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As someone who loves Tony's big bubble butt, I can't thank you enough for letting us play with Tony's ass in your stories 😌🤭

You’re very welcome!! His ass has a separate fan base, I know. Need to include more of that in my stories, huh?

Thank you anon for reading.

#anon asks #the stark squad #tony and his bubble butt

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aquostrainer · 11 months ago

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Super-Booty pt. 2 🍑

Earth's Mightiest Buns 💥

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 months ago

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Hidden Treasure

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1653

Summary: You surprise Bucky by wearing a gift he got you and he has a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

Warnings: swearing, smut, butt plug

A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with square Public Sex & Butt Plug. Card (KB010)

A/N 2: Thank you to my Beta readers @late-to-the-party-81 & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog also @late-to-the-party-81 for the header & Stella @stellar-solar-flare for the idea behind this.

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Tonight was going to be a night to remember because you had planned a special surprise for your boyfriend, Bucky. He’s always talked about being spontaneous in your relationship and you’d always been eager to indulge him. The pair of you fucked a lot and literaly anywhere you could get your hands on each other, so it wasn’t surprising that tonight you’d had the idea to indulge in some public sex. To make it even better you’d also decided to wear a pink jewel butt plug. The pair of you always talked about different positions and scenarios to incorporate in your sex lives, so tonight you were going to plan the best sexcapade ever with your man.

You were looking at yourself in the mirror and when you turned around you could see the pink jewel sparkling at you. Just looking at it, you knew Bucky was going to lose his mind when he realised you were wearing it. You pulled the cute dress you had on down over your hips and hid the hidden treasure, wondering how long it would take him to find it.

When you heard a knock on the door, a giggle escaped your lips. When you open it, Bucky is standing there, just taking you in. “Hey, doll, you're looking fine as hell tonight. Are you sure you don’t wanna stay in and cuddle? I could do that thing you like with my tongue.” He pokes it out from between his lips, attempting to demonstrate, but you stopped him.

“Bucky, you promised to take me out tonight. We can have fun later I promise,” you plead with him.

“But I’m feeling pretty horny,” he pouted. “I just want to sink my cock deep in your pussy and feel you squeeze around it.” A little frisky, Bucky chased you around the apartment as you squealed in delight. When he eventually caught you and pinned you against the wall, he reached around to squeeze your butt, but instead nudged your butt plug.

“What do we have here?” He questioned you with a lear as he lifted up your dress, spun you and took a good look at the toy nestled between your butt cheeks. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw Bucky’s mouth drop open and you swore he had hearts in his eyes. “Oh, doll, you’re in so much trouble. No panties and a butt plug? Now I have to play with you before we go out.”

“Bucky,” you whined out. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well, I’m definitely surprised, that's for sure.” Bucky stepped back, his hands on his hips, and he licked his lips.

“Please, let's just go out for a little while and then we can play afterwards. I promise you can take what you want then. I’m all dressed up just for you so we can go on a date. Please, Bucky, let's go have some fun tonight.” You were at the point of begging and you weren’t ashamed to be doing so.

“I can’t say no to you, doll. Not now, not ever. But later your body is mine. Let’s head out and go to the new club. I’ve heard it's very nice and that Tony Stark is an amazing host.”

“Sounds good, Bucky.” You grabbed your keys and ID before skipping out the door with your boyfriend trailing behind you. As you locked up Bucky slapped your butt and chuckled to himself. You knew his patience was going to wear thin tonight, so you were going to have to make the most out of your date.

Bucky drove you both to the Stark club which luckily wasn’t far from your apartment. Although, having you arrived and observed the large line outside, you started to doubt if you would actually get in tonight. However, Bucky just grabbed your hand and bypassed everyone, heading straight to the door. When he stopped in front of the bouncer, Bucky gave his name and just like that, he let you both in.

“I didn’t know you knew someone here.”

Bucky smiled at you. “I know the manager Steve, we go back many years.”

“I’m impressed. Let’s grab a drink — I need liquid courage if I’m going to dance.”

"You have as many as you want doll, but I'm gonna just have the one - I am driving after all."

You made your way over to the bar and Bucky ordered a pair of beers, paying for both. Transaction completed, you walked over to a table and sat down. You both started talking about how your days have been. Bucky started, telling you about how he’s ready to fire an employee named John for all his screw ups he has been making and in turn you told him about your crazy day at work. As you were talking, Bucky stared at you with his cool blue eyes, and when you finished he asked, “What made you finally choose the butt plug?”

Your cheeks got hot and you squirmed in your seat at the mention of it, making the item itself shift inside you. “You said you wanted me to surprise you sometime, so I figured I’d do just that and use the butt plug you bought me for my birthday a few weeks ago.” You shifted again, but this time more purposeful, keeping your gaze locked on your boyfriend’s. “Have to say it fits nice and snug. Makes me yearn for your big cock to be inside of me.”

Bucky growled. “Keep talking like that and I may just have to give you what you want.”

In response, you seductively drank your beer, your tongue swirling around the top before your lips wrapped around the top as you took a long pull of your drink. When you swallowed you made a show of it and licked your lips. For good measure, you added a small throaty moan which threatened to turn into a giggle as Bucky picked up his own drink and started to chug it. You knew you’d got to him. His cock was probably hard enough to pound nails and he wasn’t waiting any longer.

“Come with me,” he said gruffly, as he placed his now empty beer bottle on the table.

You finished off your own drink just as quickly and took his outstretched hand. Bucky pulled you efficiently through the crowds of people and toward the back of the club. He pushed through an exit-only door and headed outside, pulling you along in his wake. As soon as the door closed he was on you.

His lips crashed against yours in a heated kiss and his hands grabbed your ass. You moaned into his mouth when he pulled your dress up over your hips and started playing with the butt plug. The sensation was so good, and you could feel your pussy getting wet.

“Wait until we get home — my cock is going to replace that plug. I’m going to fuck that ass real good.”

“Fuck, Bucky. I need you.” You kissed him all over his face, waiting for him to dominate you.

“Then you’ll have me,” he replied, huskily.

Bucky lifted you off your feet and you quickly wrapped your legs around his trim waist, your back resting against the wall as Bucky pulled himself free of his pants. Rubbing his cock through your wet folds until he was slick with your arousal made him groan, but he didn’t delay in placing the tip of his cock at your entrance and sinking into you. Now it was your turn to let out a noise of pleasure. However, he allowed you no time to adjust, immediately thrusting up into you, hard and fast. The pair of you moan, not holding anything back and you meet him thrust for thrust as he takes you apart piece by piece.

The thought of getting caught spurred you on as you let Bucky take control of your body. He thrust into you over and over again, his eyes locked with yours. On a particularly hard thrust, he sealed his lips over yours and swallowed your moans.

“Fuck princess,” he mumbled against you. “You feel so tight around me. Gonna let me fill you up like a good girl?”

You answered him with a filthy kiss, before adding, “I want it, Buck. Need you to fill me up.”

Harder and faster Bucky pistoned into you as you panted his name. One hand reached between you and he started to rub at your clit with quick motions which was all that you needed to tip over the edge, your panting turning to a cry that echoed into the night's sky.

“Bucky!”

Your walls squeezed and spasmed around his cock which made Bucky’s pace falter. However, as soon as you came down from your high he chased his orgasm with a few hard thrusts, before he spilled inside of you.

For a few moments Bucky didn’t move, just catching his breath. However, he didn’t wait too long before he pulled out of you and placed you back on your feet. Tucking himself back into his pants, he then helped you smooth some of the wrinkles from your dress before he leaned back into you and kissed you like his life depended on it.

“Princess, can we go home now? I’m more than ready to play with this butt plug and your ass.”

“But Bucky, I didn't even get to dance tonight,” you pouted at him.

“I’ll do the horizontal tango with you all night long, instead,” Bucky smirked back at you as you giggled. “This time we won’t have to rush and I can take my time with you. What do you say, princess?”

“How can I say no to this handsome face? Fine, but next week you’re bringing me back here for the full experience. Deal?”

“Deal, love. Now let’s hurry before I have to take you in the car.”

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theconstantsidekick · 23 days ago

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Thunderbolts* ft. Static (3) | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader (flirtationship)

Genre: pining? is that a genre?

Summary: Y/N gets a call she can’t refuse — and surprise, it leads her right to where her dear husband, Congressman Barnes, is running a mission in Utah. A little less romantic getaway, a little more threats of violence.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codenamed—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THUNDERBOLTS*, Cursing

a/n: TIME SKIP BABYYY also, @astraealupinblack thanks for beta-ing this. ly.

“We were just trying to get home, alive actually,” she hears Yelena say.

Y/n can easily gauge that Yelena is at the end of the hall, from somewhere inside the room.

“That’s even more pathetic,” Bucky responds, his voice trailing off.

She doesn’t need to look to know he’s walked toward the huge windows on the other end of the room. She can hear the retreat in his voice. She can feel the distance.

She could tune in more. Could lean in and do the thing she’s been trained to do—eavesdrop on the conversation, gather intel, listen for weaknesses, decipher tone, use it all like currency. But she doesn’t.

Not out of courtesy. Please.

It’s just… it’s complicated.

With Bucky—everything’s complicated now.

She walks quietly through the hallway of the half-dead garage, sidestepping collapsed shelves, a busted tire jack, and a trail of cigarette butts that no one’s owned up to—which she will be adding to shortly, she’s sure. The air smells like burnt rubber and the kind of damp you can’t clean out.

She steps into the main room, pausing just inside what used to be a doorway—now just a fractured frame where drywall dreams go to die. Her shoulder meets the wall, casual, like she belongs there. Like she hasn’t rehearsed this fifty-seven times and overthought exactly how she’s gonna play this.

“I see you got your mission, Congressman.”

Bucky jolts so hard he nearly punches the window.

She stifles a smirk. How is he still not used to her?

“What...” He blinks, scrambling. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

She smiles. “That any way to greet your wife?”

“Are you spying on me?”

Rolling her eyes, “Like I have nothing better to do?”

“Then that brings me back to my original question: what the fuck are you doing here?”

She pushes off the wall and steps into the center of the room. The place looks like it was once used to service cars—or kill people. Hard to say, really. Now it’s just a bunker with no warmth, all cement and shadows.

At the heart of it is the pit—a literal drop in the floor that now functions as a holding cell. Bucky’s version of hospitality.

Across it, her husband’s captives are arranged in two halves like a dysfunctional debate team: Yelena and Walker on one side.

Ava and… Yelena and Natasha’s dad on the other.

She knows who he is, of course. Big guy. Loud voice. Soviet dad jokes. His name’s just… gone. Floating somewhere behind three years of classified codenames and one hell of a breakup.

“She called me,” Y/n says just as Yelena chimes in, “I called her.”

“Why would you call her?” Big Soviet Dad glares at Yelena like she’s just committed a war crime. “You don’t call your father, but you call her?” He motions to Y/n with bound hands. “The traitor?”

Y/n pulls a face.

Traitor?

Is she missing something here?

“Can you fly?” Yelena asks, deadpan, like it’s the most natural redirect in the world. There is barely any time to react before she adds, “Bob can fly—she can fly.”

“You can fly?” Ava snaps her gaze over, eyes wide behind—what must be—the power dampener cuffs clamped around her wrists.

“She can fly,” Bucky answers before she can.

“I can levitate,” Y/n corrects. Precision matters.

“Really?” Walker adds, sounding more intrigued than skeptical. “How?”

They all look so genuinely interested, it’d be rude not to answer.

“I can create small portals under my feet,” she says, raising a boot and conjuring one—a glowing circle, pink and ridiculous and very much hers. “And then I can just… walk on air, I guess.”

She takes a casual step upward, lets the portal flicker under her sole, then blinks it out again.

“That is the same as flying,” Yelena chides, tone flat, as if Y/n has just said something outrageously dumb.

Y/n shakes her head. “Nope,” she says. “Flying’s more efficient.”

“You can teleport from one place to other. That is cool and efficient. Flying is stupid. Why do you want to be stupid?” Yelena and Natasha’s dad says, with such unwavering conviction in his eyes, she actually falters.

She shifts her weight, one foot to the other. “…I know I’m gonna sound profoundly stupid when I say this, but—I never thought of it that way… so… thanks?”

“You are welcome, traitorous viper.”

Her face contorts. Pure confusion.

Where the fuck, she thinks, is this hostility even coming from?

But honestly, Y/n doesn’t have the bandwidth to figure it out. Not today. “Okay… sure. Whatever,” she mutters, walking deeper into the room, still vaguely baffled. “Come on, Yelena. We’re leaving.”

It’s almost comforting, how predictably fast her husband moves.

Bucky intercepts her before she can reach Yelena’s cuffs, blocking her path with that same ex-soldier precision that used to give her butterflies.

Now it just gives her a headache.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

She straightens, chin lifting. “Getting her out of here.”

“You can’t,” Bucky says, calm but firm.

That makes her tilt her head. Slowly. Dangerously. “Is that so?”

He sighs. The kind of sigh that says you’re being unreasonable again—like she hasn’t made a career out of walking that line on purpose. “I need this,” he says. “It’s evidence against Valentina.”

And that shouldn't piss her off as much as it does.

But it does.

“She, as in my client, will be happy to testify against Valentina,” Y/n snaps, “if you can get her full immunity.”

Bucky laughs.

Not a real laugh. Not the kind she used to love.

It’s short and mocking, laced with disbelief, like she just told him the moon’s a hologram.

“She was part of a shadow ops unit assembled specifically to erase evidence in an ongoing Senate investigation. Full immunity isn’t even in the same zip code.”

Y/n smiles then. Cold. Razor-edged. “The Winter Soldier was found guilty of twelve assassinations,” she says, voice dangerously casual. “Including the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. And I got you a fucking pardon.”

That quiets the room.

Every eye is on her now.

She jerks her chin toward Yelena, who’s straining to watch the fireworks from her seat. “She was following orders,” Y/n continues, “from the Director of the CIA. You bet your perfect little ass I can get her full fucking immunity.”

“You’re getting cocky, don’t you think?” Bucky’s voice is low, but there's heat underneath it now.

She steps closer. That mocking smile still frozen in place. “No. You are.” She jabs a finger toward Yelena. “I am taking her.”

“I cannot let you do that.”

“You can’t stop me. What are you gonna do?” she spits. “Arrest her?”

“Yes.”

She snorts, a burst of disbelief escaping her. “You can’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

She shakes her head slowly, mouth curled into something venomous and victorious. “Because you’re a fucking Congressman, dear.”

The word lands like a slap.

And then it’s quiet.

They just stare at each other.

The kind of stare that lasts too long. That holds too much.

He doesn’t flinch.

Neither does she.

There’s no yelling. No weapons.

Just years of history compressed into a single, unbearable silence.

She can see his jaw tick. The slight twitch in his left hand. The way his chest rises just a little faster.

He’s not going to back down.

But neither is she.

And for one sharp, suspended moment, it feels like the world might actually crack under the weight of whatever the hell still exists between them.

It’s weird, she thinks. It’s fucking weird to have to fight with this man over this—to fight with him over anything at all… other than doing the dishes. It seems like it was yesterday that he’d stare other people down like this, for her.

God! How much can things change in nine months?

“Is it just me, or has the tension risen remarkably in the last three minutes?” Yelena chimes in, bone-dry.

“No,” Walker says. “I feel it too.”

“Yes, yes, I agree,” the Big Soviet Dad adds, far too chipper for a man in restraints. “Very tensed.”

“And I cannot tell if it’s violent or sexual,” Ava muses aloud, genuinely perplexed.

Bucky clicks his tongue then—just once. And a small, sad smirk curves his lips. The kind Y/n hates. The kind that used to mean trouble, or flirting, or both.

“There was a time it wouldn’t matter,” he says quietly.

Motherfucker.

It slices through her. A scalpel of a sentence, said too lightly, meant too deeply.

She doesn’t get a second to recover. No chance to armor up. Because Walker, in his infinite, all-American brilliance, decides to blurt:

“You two broke up.”

And just like that, it happens.

Her eyes lock with Bucky’s across the room.

She hates how fast it happens. How automatic. Like muscle memory.

And for a second—just one suspended, impossible second—the world narrows.

She sees all of it. Every piece of the wreckage.

The late-night fights. The mornings where neither of them spoke. The mission she didn’t tell him about. The thing he didn’t say when it really, really mattered.

The distance. The silence.

The refusal to admit that love had never stopped being there, even when it got ugly.

His eyes are darker now. Tired. Like he hasn’t slept properly in weeks.

She wonders if she still looks the same to him. Or if he only sees the parts that hurt.

God, she used to know what he was thinking. Used to be able to read the tiniest shift in his face like a headline. Now it’s like trying to decipher a language she used to speak fluently—but forgot.

She feels her throat tighten, stupidly. Embarrassingly.

But she doesn't look away.

And neither does he.

They just stare, caught in whatever’s left between them—whatever hasn’t been burned to ash. And there’s a lot of ash.

“What are you talking about?” the big Soviet dad blurts out, accent thick—especially on the t’s, like he’s trying to punch them through the drywall. “Of course they didn’t break up! They are everywhere! I saw pictures in the newspaper—from gala last night. They looked perfect. As always.”

There’s a hint of annoyance in the last word—like the compliment physically injured him—but Y/n lets it slide. She’s too busy watching her husband’s face. Trying to read it. Trying and failing.

“They’re the superhero it-couple,” Ava says, nodding. “I read somewhere that Oprah wants to come out of retirement to interview them.”

“This is crazy—even for you, Walker,” Yelena mutters. “Bucky and Y/n would never break up.”

And isn’t that funny? How absolutely no one believes it. Not because they’re so in sync. But because no one ever imagined them not in orbit around each other—even if the orbit was violent.

“You won’t believe me when I say it, but I wish I was wrong…” Walker says, voice lower now. “But I’m not. Am I?”

The question is aimed squarely at them.

Someone’s gotta answer.

Y/n clenches her jaw so tight it’s a miracle her molars don’t crack. “If you were right—and that’s a big if—how the fuck would you even clock it?”

Walker just looks at her. And it’s not smug. Not triumphant.

It’s sad.

There’s this horrible broken look in his eyes when he answers. “From personal experience.”

Oh.

Fuck.

Of course.

His wife left him. Took the kid. The house. The future.

Of course he would be the first one to see it. Not that she and Bucky were being subtle—she knows that. But most people just chalk up their animosity to regular old Y/n-brand bickering. The same bickering she’s famous for, loved for. Loud, messy, affectionate chaos.

But Walker? That asshole would recognize heartbreak.

Because he lives in it.

And then there’s the part where he’s partially responsible for it. That just makes her want to punch through the nearest wall.

She doesn’t say anything.

She doesn’t need to.

Because then—like he’s been waiting for the perfect time to twist the knife—Walker asks:

“Why?”

Almost like he can hear her spiraling.

Her hands curl into fists. Her lungs are tight. It enrages her—awfully—that he would even ask.

But before she can speak, Bucky cuts in. “You fucking know why, John.”

She sees it—clear as day—the way Bucky’s answer throws Walker off. Knocks something loose behind his eyes. And Y/n knows, right then and there, that she can’t do this anymore.

Not right now.

Not one more question about them. Not from Walker. Not from anyone.

The next one might break her, and she’s not breaking in this fucking garage surrounded by handcuffed vigilantes and her ex, who she pretends to still be together with to maintain his approval rating as a Congressman.

So she pushes past Bucky—shoulder brushing his as she moves. It's firm, not aggressive, but definitely not gentle either. Deliberate.

Her boots echo over the concrete floor as she crosses to the pit. Kneeling beside Yelena, hands halfway raised toward the cuffs, she mutters— “Come on, Yelena. We’re getting out of here.”

But Yelena doesn’t move. “I’m not coming with you,” she says flatly.

Y/n freezes, halfway crouched, a breath caught in her throat. “…What?”

“I didn’t call you to get me out of this,” Yelena replies, voice calm, arms resting loosely on her knees.

Y/n rises slightly from her crouch, weight shifting to the balls of her feet. “Then what the fuck am I doing here?”

Yelena looks up at her, unfazed. “I called you to help out with Bob.”

Y/n blinks.

“Who the fuck is Bob?”

She sighs—loudly, dramatically—the kind of sigh that makes it clear she’s two seconds away from breaking something. It's the sigh of someone who’s clearly being forced to explain the same thing for the second time. Maybe it is the second time. Y/n wouldn’t know.

Fuck.

She should’ve eavesdropped.

Complicated emotions with Bucky be damned—this is exactly the kind of intel she’s supposed to catch. But no, she’d chosen dignity. Privacy. Emotional boundaries.

Rookie mistake.

“He was with us inside the vault,” Yelena says, her tone flat like she’s been over this already.

Y/n narrows her eyes. Her pulse skips.

She does not like where this is going.

“Wait,” she says slowly, standing straighter, “you mean the guy from last night? The one who shot into the sky, crash-landed like a goddamn asteroid, and casually created the second Grand Canyon in the middle of Utah without a single fucking scratch on him?”

“You know about that already?” Walker asks, brow furrowed.

“Of course she knows,” Bucky says before she can even open her mouth. There’s no sarcasm in it. No bite. Just fact.

It lands with the kind of weight only familiarity can carry.

The kind of sentence that says: She always knows.

“Yeah,” Yelena confirms, nodding toward the ground like she’s mentally reviewing disaster reports. “That is Bob.”

Y/n blinks once. Then twice.

Nope. Still doesn’t like it.

“Valentina did something to him.”

Y/n holds up a hand, eyes shut tight for half a second, like she’s bracing for impact. “Please don’t say it.”

Yelena does not give to fucks. “It’s called Project Sentry.”

“You said it.” Y/n groans, rubbing her temple like she can massage the coming ulcer out of existence. “Goddamn it.”

“You know about that too?” Walker asks, visibly struggling to catch up.

Y/n straightens fully, frustration crackling in her every movement. “About Valentina’s delusional wet dream of having a pet superhero? Yeah, of course I know about it!”

“How?” Walker’s voice sharpens—his confusion bordering on accusatory now.

Y/n barely has time to formulate the insult in her head before Bucky answers for her again. “Because it’s her fucking job to know.”

She doesn’t thank him. She doesn’t look at him. She just lets that one ride—because yeah, it is her job. And she’s so fucking tired of doing it.

But Walker—dumb, bulldozing Walker—keeps going.

“Then why didn’t you stop her?” He says it like he’s caught her red-handed. Like she wanted this to happen.

And if that isn’t the funniest thing she’s heard in weeks.

She laughs. Short, bitter, and loud. Whirls on him with venom in her voice and fire in her eyes. “You shittin’ me, Walker?” Slowly she takes account of the room before she begins, “Everyone in this room exists because someone wanted to build a better weapon. Some country, some organisation, some genius-in-a-garage thought: wouldn’t it be neat if we could make a superhero?” She starts pacing. Slowly. Her boots scuff the concrete, her fists tight at her sides like she’s wringing the answer out of herself just to stay standing. “We’re hot fucking commodity, man—more precise than a drone, less of a PR disaster than a nuke.” Her smile turns razor-sharp, practically carved into her face. She pivots mid-step, pointing to herself with mock drama. “We’d be the primary defense infrastructure of every country on this godforsaken planet if we were just a little cheaper to make.”

A beat.

“And a lotta bit easier to control.”

She lets out a sharp, humorless snort. It's almost a laugh, but not quite. “Everyone and their mother is making a superhero, Walker. So tell me—how the fuck am I supposed to stop them? Better yet, who the fuck am I to do it?”

There’s silence.

Tension.

And then Walker sits up as much as the rope and rebar will allow, straightening his spine like he’s about to deliver some grand truth. “You’re the last of the Avengers.”

Y/n turns toward him slowly. There’s no fury in her face now. Just quiet disbelief.

You gotta hand it to the guy—he’s got fight. And the raw, stupid courage to say it.

What a shame he’s so fucking stupid.

“That’s some real spicy bullshit,” she says, voice low and cutting. “Sam is the last of the Avengers—I was their lawyer.”

Walker opens his mouth again, and she already knows she’s not going to like what comes out. “You’re Steve Rogers’ ex-girlfriend. You’re Tony Stark’s sister. You’re fucking legacy.”

And that word—it hits different.

It’s supposed to mean something.

But for people like her, it never means what they want it to mean.

She drops to a crouch in front of him, slow and deliberate, so they’re eye to eye. So he can feel her words rattle in his bones.

She stares at him hard. Doesn’t blink.

“The only legacy the likes of us get to have,” she says, voice like gravel and goddamn scripture, “is death, Johnny boy.” She leans in, just a fraction. Just enough to make sure it burns. “Don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise.”

And then—of course—the phone rings.

It’s Bucky’s.

He wordlessly turns and walks toward the far corner, back to the broken window he always gravitates to when he needs space he won't get. He answers it like it's routine.

“Yes?”

Yelena immediately starts bickering with her father.

Y/n tunes it out.

Bucky’s tone shifts—quieter. “What is it?”

Y/n—now done surgically dismantling Walker’s soul—rises to her feet, brushing invisible dust off her jeans just for something to do. Her knees ache. Her heart aches more.

She glances around. Walker looks worn down. Ava looks unsure. Honestly? Y/n is pretty sure she looks worse than both of them. All this—this room—it’s a mess of ghosts and grudges. Her husband. Her best friend’s baby sister. Her best friend’s complicated dad. The two people who have fucked her over the most in the last year without really meaning to. Y/nual Tuesday.

“Project Sentry?” Bucky asks into the phone, eyes flicking up to meet hers. It’s a glance. That’s all. But it’s a habit from when they were together. A habit that Bucky hasn’t given up—almost as if he’s refused to give it up.

Yelena shushes her father instantly, spine straightening at the mention.

Every head in the room swivels toward Bucky.

“What guy?” he asks the caller, and Y/n watches his face as it drops into full 'you’ve got to be fucking kidding me' mode.

“Bob?” he says, with the exact same level of disdain one reserves for finding out their date thinks the earth is flat.

Y/n has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from laughing.

“Bob!” the four captives shout in unison, victorious. Vindicated.

And that does make her laugh. Just a quick, exasperated sound that escapes before she can smother it.

On the other end of the line—Y/n doesn’t need to guess—it’s Mel. Valentina’s very tired assistant. Whatever she says, it makes Bucky go still.

He’s quiet. Listening.

And then his face changes. Just barely. The edges go sharp, eyes narrowing—focused, serious, and that thing she recognizes like the back of her hand.

Then he hangs up.

He stares at his phone for a second too long before tucking it away. Everyone in the room’s watching him now. Like they’re waiting for a verdict.

And he gives it, deadpan:

“Bob.”

“Bob,” they all repeat, like it’s a prayer or a punchline.

“How many times…?” Big Soviet Dad chides under his breath.

Then Bucky looks at her.

And there it is again—that look. Not a glare. Not a plea. Just… searching. He’s looking for something in her face that she doesn’t know how to give him anymore. That hurts. And not in a poetic, aching-heart way. It hurts in a bone-deep, I-might-explode-if-you-don’t-stop-looking-at-me-like-that way.

“It’s bad, Bucky,” Yelena says quietly.

Y/n sees it then—the decision building behind his eyes. Weighing options, calculating risk, doing the responsible adult thing for all of five seconds—before hurling that entire thought process straight into the nearest dumpster fire.

He begins uncuffing his captives, one by one.

He takes the chains off of Yelena and Natash’s dad first then walks over to Ava and starts undoing her power-dampening cuffs.

“What are you doing?” Ava asks, more curious than alarmed.

“I’m letting you go,” he says simply. “You’re coming with me.”

“Why?” Ava presses, as he walks over to Walker.

“Shhh!” Big Soviet Dad interrupts. “For the glory…” he adds gravely with poorly hidden excitement.

Y/n rolls her eyes so hard it’s a miracle she doesn’t dislocate something.

“Well,” Bucky says, yanking the rebar off of Walker’s wrists with a grunt. “You know Valentina. She’s got this thing out there.” He moves to Yelena and begins untying her rope. “People are gonna get hurt. And I gotta stop it.” He straightens near the window again, that old posture—the soldier, the leader—settling into his shoulders like armor. “And you’re gonna help me.”

There’s a pause.

“Wait, us?” Yelena asks, rubbing her wrists, visibly caught off-guard.

“Why? You got someplace to be?” Bucky replies without missing a beat.

There’s a silence. Not long, but long enough. Y/n watches it land across Yelena’s face—a flicker of hesitation, of doubt, of maybe wanting to run.

She knows that look.

She’s worn that look.

“Bucky, you have the wrong people,” Yelena finally says.

He meets her eyes, and for the first time since he walked into this place, he speaks from somewhere deep. For the first time since this conversation began, Bucky is honest. “Look, I’ve been where you are,” he begins, empathy clear in his words, his eyes, his tone. “You can run but it doesn’t go away. Sooner or later it catches up to you—and when it does, it’s too late… So you can either do something about it now… or live with it forever…”

The words hang in the air.

Y/n watches them land—in Yelena’s chest, in Walker’s shoulders, in Ava’s careful, clinical stillness and Big Soviet Dad’s eyes that look desperately to his daughter.

Yelena exhales. Loudly. Her head drops for a second. When she looks up, her face has changed.

Set. Solid. Tired.

“Stop Val and save Bob,” she says. Then she turns to Walker.

He looks just as tired as her. “Fine.”

“Hmm?” she asks again, chin raised.

“Yeah,” he says, even less firm than before. Worn down, but still in the fight.

They turn to Ava, expectant.

She nods after a brief pause. Slow, thoughtful. “Go on then.”

And then they turn to Yelena and Natasha’s dad who just—”YESSSSSSSS!!!! YESSSSS”

Y/n has got to say Big Soviet Da—RED GUARDIAN! That’s his fucking name! Red fucking Guardian! Alexie Shostakov! That was his goddamn name! She said it would come to her, didn’t she?!

In the excitement of having figured it out, she clicks her fingers grabbing everyone’s attention immediately.

Then they’re all staring at her.

“What?” She asks, a little scared.

“What do you think?” Yelena bites back.

“Stop Val and save Bob?”

“Yes,” Yelena answers, like she’s unbelievably annoyed.

“No,” Y/n tells her.

Her response seems to piss Yelena off. “Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“NO!”

“Why not?” comes Bucky’s voice, soft and gentle.

It makes her turn, on instinct, on habit—perhaps similar to his, one she doesn’t want to get rid of. It’s this same reluctance that perhaps is what enrages her more. “You know why not!”

He sighs with his eyes so, so kind. “Y/n…”

His tone is too sweet, too fucking sweet.

She’s glad for the interruption from Yelena. “You have to help.”

“No, I don’t,” she bites back.

“Yes, you do!”

“No, I—”

Yelena cuts her off. “You are the most powerful person I know, and you promised.”

“Yelena…”

“You promised.”

Now, everyone knows Y/n is a mountain that isn’t the easiest to move. She’s more stubborn than a mule, so much so that she once got into a screaming match with the former Captain America over freedom and government.

So yes, she’s stubborn. Very stubborn.

“Fine,” Y/n acquiesce.

She gives in.

“What?” Bucky yells out, clearly surprised by the surrender. “Just like that? A stern look and some puppy dog eyes and suddenly you’re on board?”

“Yes,” Y/n says, battle lost.

“WHY?!” Bucky shouts.

She sighs, before she says, “Because her sister told me I was her legacy and then obviously died. Which means I gotta take care of it—which means I gotta take care of her!” She throws her hands up in defeat, “Okay?” Everyone looks at her as if she’s losing her mind. And she might as well be.

Look, what you have got to understand, what no one might ever understand—not unless they have experienced loss—is that when someone you love dies, you’re left with all this love. You’re left on the side of the street in the pouring rain, with this massive pile of love in your arms and you don’t know where to fucking put it. It doesn’t fit in your closet. It doesn’t look good next to the bookshelves and the bedside table is sure as shit not big enough to house it. You cannot put it up in the attic—because come on! You want to be able to look at it. Of course, you do!

So then the question becomes:

Where the fuck are you supposed to put it?

Like it or not, it spills.

Try as you might to hold it tight to your chest, to manage it, to fold it into something quieter—it slips through. It gets on things. On people.

It always spills over.

And in this particular case, the love Y/n had—has—for Natasha Romanoff has spilled all over Yelena Belova. It just has. It wasn’t a mistake—she would not call it a mistake. It was almost inevitable.

Yelena’s so very different from Natasha in so many ways, in almost every single way but there’s this thing in her eyes. Y/n thinks it’s probably the crazy kind of drive that both sisters shared. But it could, just as easily, be kind determination.

Either way, there’s something. Something that tugs at her, that hurts, because it reminds Y/n too much of what she lost. What she’s still holding. And that’s why she can’t walk away.

Which is the reason why she now has to protect Natasha’s legacy and by proxy, she has to protect Yelena.

The group of captives begin to get to their feet, as her inner monologue continues to let her spiral.

“So yeah! I will help you stop Val and save Bob, but in the interest of full disclosure? I am not the most powerful person you know.” She reaches out and helps Yelena up.

“Yes, you are!” Yelena looks beyond frustrated. “This is not the time to be humble.”

“I am not being humble,” Y/n points out. “I used to be the most powerful person you knew… Now it’s Bob.”

Read the next part here. Read the part where Natasha calls y/n her legacy here. Find the Static Verse Masterlist here.

next one will give a bit more context to the time skip situation, i swear

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brekitten · 1 year ago

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Chapters: 5/8 Fandom: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Venom (Marvel Movies), Venom (Marvel Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Peter Parker & Venom Symbiote, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker & Venom Symbiote (Marvel) Characters: Peter Parker, Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Tony Stark, Norman Osborn, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Kraven the Hunter Additional Tags: Peter Parker has the Venom Symbiote, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Reveal, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Norman Osborn Being a Jerk, Awesome Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Protective Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Tony Stark Has A Heart, Protective Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Protective Peter Parker, Hopeful Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary:

Norman has been searching for his symbiote ever since it escaped his lab three months ago. He had almost given up hope of ever finding it, until he discovered its host - the vigilante known as Spider-Man. Now, all he has to do is get past Tony Stark, and he will finally have it back.

How hard could it possibly be?

Or,

Peter has the Venom symbiote, and Norman wants it back.

Chapter five!

#marvel #peter parker #venom symbiote #tony stark #norman osborn #may parker #kraven the hunter #venom!peter #hurt/comfort #may is totally going to kick tony's butt after this #he did a very big dumb #aunt may is awesome #she would totally help venom commit murder #at least when it benefits peter #tony is rightfully scared of her

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angelyuji · 9 days ago

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sugar daddy husband

so i was planning to make everything into one post but then each one got too long... whoops. i also wasnt sure which character to write for each of these scenerios, but then i closed my eyes and talked to god and he was like angelyuji... check out these visions my dawg and then i had a straight up conjuring possession and then started cooking.... so here you go

18+!!!!!!!!!!! MINORS DNI!!!!!!

cw // yandere/toxic behavior, implied kidnapping, asshole tony stark, noncon, manipulation, power imbalance, gender-neutral reader

yandere tony stark x gn!reader

his hands were cold, sending chivers down your spine as he zipped up your outfit. "you're going to have to play along today. can you do that?" you watch tony through the mirror. his eyebrow quirks up as he stares back. you nod, letting him dress you up. you were tired. tired of him, tired of this place, tired of everything. tony smiles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "gorgeous." he waves over pepper, whispering in her ear. you don't bother to listen into their hushed conversation. last time you did, tony made sure to correct your misbehavior. she nods, walking back to the hall. the door closes, softly, and you startle when tony's cold hands force you to turn. tony's eyes return to you, looking you up and down. he whistles, "i always know exactly what to buy for you. don't you think?"

"sure." you turn, resigned. tony rolls his eyes. he taps his cheek and you lean in. tony pulls you in, catching you by surprise.

"gimme a good one." he whispers, arms tight around you. you scowl and he laughs. "come on, babe." you lean in and tony closes the gap. his mouth was hot, a stark contrast from the rest of his body. you let him take dominance, already annoyed.

you could feel his hands squeeze your butt, pressing you further into him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you grind your knee between his legs. tony moans into your mouth, retaliating by biting into your bottom lip. you hiss, shoving him away. "there's that fire." he laughs. you grit your teeth, forcing yourself to calm down. he enjoyed it. enjoyed your pain, your anger, your anguish. it gets him off, breaking you. tony comes closer and you back up against the vanity. he grabs your arm and pulls you back, pressing your mouth against his. his tongue laps up the blood staining your lips.

"tony. you guys need to get going or you'll be late." pepper doesn't come inside, choosing to save herself from watching the vulgar display.

the ride to the event went by quickly. he had left you alone in the car, keeping your hand clasped in his. the lack of tony's usual perversion left you on edge. the event itself started smoothly. everyone came up to you to kiss up to tony, believing that somehow you were the key to having an in with ceo of stark industries.

"you look lovely today!" "you look even more gorgeous than usual!" "have you and tony considered marriage yet?" "how about kids?"

you fend off the questions with polite chuckles and move to the bar. you can still feel his gaze, but you gesture to the bartender to give you something stronger. you feel your skin prickle. something was wrong.

"hello! hello! i'm so glad everyone could be here today. to give to charities in need and to celebrate another ground-breaking achievement for the avengers." you whip around, watching tony puff his chest as he continued. "i actually have one more incredibly important announcement... this was something that i've been wanting to do since i met them." you feel someone grip your arm and pull you towards the center.

"no no no no wait" you let out panicked whispers, but the security team leave you stranded in the middle. tony jumps down from the stage with a grunt, waving off the security. you feel your blood run cold as his hand goes to search the inside of his jacket pocket.

"oof so embarrassing for me, huh." he lets out a chuckle as he finally pulls out a box. tony gets down on one knee in front of you, grabbing your hand. "(y/n), you are my everything-" you could hear your heartbeat, pounding loud and fast. it could've been the tight grip tony had on your hand or the rest of the avengers planted strategically around the venue, but it took everything in you to stop yourself from running out of there. "-your heart, your soul, and your body belongs to me. and i to you. will you marry me?" tony takes off his glasses, before looking back at you, lifting the ring up to your hand.

he waits for your response, but you couldn't speak. you could feel a sob choking your words. tony's shit-eating smile falters and he whispers so only you could hear, "don't fucking embarrass me, (y/n). say yes. now." you nod, unable to speak and the crowd erupts in cheers. tony forces the ring onto your hand and lifts you up, spinning you around in glee.

you didn't see pepper when the two of you got home, but you couldn't check since tony hadn't put you down since he proposed. "can i go to sleep now." he had placed you on the bed and started to undress you. tony takes his time: lifting your hips up to pull down your clothes, carefully taking your shoes off and massaging your soles. tony's hands are soft, delicately touching you.

"no sleep, we're enjoying our engagement." tony's starts to kiss up your neck and you push him away.

"i don't want to enjoy it. i want to go to sleep." tony's eyes darken and you suddenly feel how naked you are. you try to cover yourself and you see his jaw clench.

he shoves you and you fall back onto the bed. your bottom lip quivers as you remember what comes next. he grabs your jaw, "i don't care if you don't enjoy it, sweetheart." his hand gropes your chest, "i've allowed a lot of your bullshit this far, but we're getting married soon." he pinches your nipple and you moan, unable to stop yourself, "so things are going to change."

tony forces two fingers into your mouth, gagging you. you try to speak but he tuts. "messy, messy." you could feel your saliva start to coat his fingers, slowly dripping down the sides of your mouth. tony smirks, "be good, (y/n), cause i'm not going to hold back anymore."