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underburningstars · 2 years

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Winteriron request where Howard saved Bucky from hydra. twentyish tony helps him getting healed up and teach him with a modern world.

This is bigger than I originally planned it. But I really enjoyed writing this.

on ao3

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Pairing : Tony Stark/James 'Bucky' Barnes

Tags : Canon Divergence, Howard and Maria live, Bucky Barnes recovery, Young Tony Stark

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After hanging up the phone, his mother's words kept ringing on his mind.

Say something, if you don't you'll regret it.

Oh god, Tony was regretting his whole life right now. He should've told his dad that he loved him. That he knew that his mom did her best. But now they were attacked and Tony might never get that chance at all.

This is how Jarvis found him, shaking and barely breathing. It took him almost an hour to completely calm down.

Through out the ride to the hospital, he didn't say a word. Ana kept stroking his hair softly and Jarvis kept glancing at him in concern.

Any other day, he would hate to be coddled. But he almost became an orphan. He deserves some coddling.

Instead of going to a hospital, they reached some kind of facility, government or not he couldn't tell. He looked at Jarvis in question but didn't get an answer.

They were greeted by Peggy on the entrance. Seeing her made him relax a bit.

He goes to Peggy and ashe instantly pulls him into a hug, "Where is this place? Shouldn't they be at a hospital?" he asks after breaking apart.

"This place is safer than a hospital." Peggy answers as he leads him to his parents.

"You didn't answer my question. What is this place, Aunt Peggy?" they stop in front of the room.

Peggy sighs and looks at him, exhaustion clear on her beautiful face. For a moment, Tony feels bad for being so difficult but he doesn't relent. "Ask you dad, okay? Now go in."

Going inside he sees dad sitting by mom's side, holding her hand. Seeing him dad stands up but before he can say anything Tony pulls him into a hug, "I thought this was a simple getaway. Who gets almost assassinated during a getaway?"

Tony feels strong hands closing around him, "People like me do, I guess."

They stay like this for a while before breaking apart and he turns to his mom. "Is she going to be okay?"

"She has a concussion. Nothing too serious. She'll be fine in no time." dad clamps a hand on his shoulder.

"What is this place? Aunt Peggy said I should ask you?"

Dad sighs before he turns to me. " This is Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division" at Tony's unimpressed look he added "You can call it SHIELD. It's government organization only few people know about. Me, Peggy and Colonel Phillips are the founders."

"So, it's--like a spy agency?"

Dad furrows his brows thoughtfully and then nods, "Yeah, it's like a spy agency."

"Wow, who knew you had such a cool streak."

Dad ignores that comment and continues talking, "You had to know about this someday. Better now than later. Let's go see Peggy."

They walk to an office, which he assumes is Peggy's. Inside she's sitting behind a large desk looking more than stressed.

As they enter, she looks up, "Learn to knock Howard." Tony bites back a smile at that. Even after so long she's just as awesome.

"Did you find anything?" dad asks.

Peggy doesn't answer. Just looks and Howard and then at Tony.

"I told him. And it's time he knows how things work. This attempt on me and Maria is reason enough." Peggy sighs and motions them both to sit down.

"The person who attacked you is called the Winter Soldier. He's a ghost story. You and Maria are probably the only people who have lived after seeing them." Tony tenses at that. The possibility of what could happen doesn't escape any of them.

"How did you survive anyways?" Tony asks. "If he's that good, then what did you do that he failed?"

Dad sighs and rubs his face, "He was Sergeant Barnes." he and Peggy both look at dad like he's gone crazy.

"Did you hit your head, or something? Do you have any idea what you’re saying, Howard?" Peggy exclaimed.

"I know, I know it's hard to belive but that's how I managed to live. When he looked at me and I called him Sergeant Barnes he didn't seemed to recognize me but there was a brief hesitantion. Like a glitch and that's when I tasered him. By the time I was done checking on Maria, he had been gone." dad explained. Tony was still trying to cope with all the onslaught of information.

"But survival from a fall that high, especially from a moving train. Is that even possible? Can a human body take it?" Peggy looked confused and upset with what she was hearing, having personally known Sergeant Barnes.

"A regular human body can't." Tony piped up, "I mean, Captain America would probably survive it. Because of the serum."

"But Sergeant Barnes was never given the serum." dad turned his whole attention to him.

"We don't know that." Tony shrugged, "Wasn't he captured by HYDRA once? Did they not do anything to him?"

"We medically tested all the soldiers rescued from Azzano. He was completely fine." Peggy replied.

"No, no no. We tested to see if theyvwere being used as bio-weapons. There was no way of knowing if any of them were injected with the serum, or at least a bastardized version of it." Tony felt smug about being right but his smugness morphed to shock hearing dad's next words."We were taking the renewed version of the serum to Leipzig. He came for that."

"Dad, let's say everything you just said is right. Then, doesn't it mean that-that HYDRA is still there." both dad and Peggy tense up. "Or at least some organization like that." he added.

A grim silence filled the room, until Howard broke it. "I'll go talk with the intelligence team. Tony, if you want to know something, ask her." he pointed at Peggy and left.

"Hey Tony, how do you feel about being a trained spy?"

Tony grinned. How hard could it be?

The answer to that is 'very hard'. Being a spy can be very very fucking hard. Peggy warned him, that although Nick Fury is the best trainer, he has a shit personality. Shit personality, Tony can handle but Nick Fury's an absolute asshole.

On top of that, his fellow trainee, who uses medieval arrows (what the fuck) is already experienced. So, he's lacking by miles.

Fellow trainee - my name's Clint, pretty boy - is also kind of an ass. But at least he helps Tony with practice. Which Nick-who always has a stick up his ass-Fury doesn't bother with.

But Tony's nothing but determined. He'll be the best fucking agent of SHIELD. Even if it's just to throw on Nickie's face.

Nickie brought him to a park today. Assessment, he was told. "What kind of assessment are we doing in a damn park, Nickie?"

Nick ignored him and kept looking around, "That man." Nick pointed at a grumpy looking man reading 'The Hobbit', "Make him give you his bank balance. You have an hour."

"What the hell? Okay, okay. I'm going." Tony wanted to protest but he wanted good marks in his assessment papers more than anything.

Tony bought a magazine from from a vendor and sat beside the guy. He pretended to read the magazine for a while.

"Hey, are you reading The Hobbit?" Tony asked casually. The guy eyed him suspiciously before replying.

"Yeah." From Texas. Living here for a while.

"Cool. Me too. I'm a big fan. I'm Eddie, by the way." His body turned in interest. Bingo.

Fifty minutes later, he sat on the bench Nick was sitting on. "So? Found out anything, Stark?"

"His name is Carl. He's 29, from Texas. His mother's name is Jennie and father's name is Victor. He has a younger sister named Cassie, age 15. He works as the sales manager in Target. He loves baseball, hates basketball, favorite food is Chinese, favorite color is Green, his average GPA in high school was 3.42. He lives in 164-08 Long Island City. Oh, his bank balance is 1,573 dollars. You're most welcome." Tony tilted his head at Nick with a smirk.

Nick was looking at him with something a keen to amazement, "Good job, Stark."

Tony laughed, "I'm the best!"

"Don't get cocky. You've a long way to go." Tony was too lapoy to pay attention to Nick.

In one year Tony was impeccably trained in hand to hand combat, any kind of weapon handling, information recruitment, advanced driving skills, lying his way through absolutely anything, reading people like a champ and psychological manipulation, several languages and episonage operations.

And in three years, he was one of the best agents SHIELD had ever seen.

In tthe meantime, Clint also made a name of himself and joined Tony's tight circle of friends (which only had Rhodey before Clint joined).

They're still searching for Sergeant Barnes. They've kept the investigation a secret and only few trusted agents know anything about this. Aunt Peggy doubts that there's not one but several moles inside SHIELD.

Tony didn't contribute to that investigation. He kept studying for his third doctorate and completed whatever mission was given to him.

So his meeting with Sergeant Barnes was a total coincidence.

It was an easy mission. Just some info collection from a Romanian businessman. He flirted with the guy and got him drugged him enough to give Tony more information than that was required.

He still had day until he had to report, so he thought he would look around the market a bit. He could buy something for mom. She liked the handmade souvenirs.

Right then, he saw a figure he'd seen several times in a grainy CCTV footage. Sergeant Barnes was buying plums from a vendor in a olive hoodie and baseball cap. His metal hand hid my gloves.

He watched as Barnes's body tensed up and Tony knew that his presence was noticed. Barnes started walking forward and forgetting all self preservation, Tony followed him.

He lost Barnes in a crowd of people. As Tony was looking for Barnes, he was pulled into a dark alley, a hand pressing on his mouth and a knife on his neck.

"Who are you? Why are you following me?" Barnes's voice was scratchy, as if it hadn't been used for a long time.

Tony bit his hand, thankfully the flesh one and Barnes pulled away hissing. "If you cover my mouth bow will talk, dipshit." Tony pushed up from the alley wall and straightened himself. "You tried to kill my parents. Isn't it natural I look for you."

Barnes eyed him critically, "You're Stark's kid. Tony Stark."

"Yep, one and only. I really shouldn't be doing this but right now you don't look like you wanna kill me and my dad and my aunt are looking for you. So, wanna come to New York with me?" Tony hoped Barnes would say yes. This guy was so hard to find. He couldn't afford losing him now.

"There are people after me. Can your father and aunt keep me safe?"

"We'll keep you at a SHIELD safe house." Tony promised because he knew they would.

"SHIELD is compromised. It's not safe at all."

"What?" Tony's eyes widened gearing that. He knew his dad and Peggy had doubts but having confirmation was totally different. "Compromised by whom?" Tony asked.

"Not here." Barnes shook his head.

Tony sighed and gestured Barnes to follow him. Soon they were in the studio apartment he was staying in. "Now tell me." Tony demanded.

"HYDRA." Tony inhaled sharply hearing the name. Four years ago his suspension was right. Shit, Tony hated being right i this situation.

"Sit down. Don't go anywhere. I need to make a call. Finding you is a personal project and not many from SHIELD know about it. We'll keep you safe." as Barnes sat in the bed looking around as if something was gonna pop out anytime, Tony made a call to his dad.

"Hey, all okay? Aren't you on a mission?" Dad questioned.

"Yeah, the mission went fine. I've everything I needed. It's something else. Dad, I-I found Sergeant Barnes."

There was a uneasy silence on the line and then a loud, "What? Are you crazy? He's a assassin. Get out of there, Tony. Jesus Christ."

"Dad, dad listen to me. And let me explain, okay? No interruption." Tony tried to calm him down.

"Okay, go ahead."

"He's not trying to kill me. He told me that SHIELD is compromised. By HYDRA." Tony heard his dad curse from the other end of the line.

"Tony, I'm arranging a private jet for you both. Leave for the airport right now. From there Nick will bring you both to one of my estates. Me and Peggy will meet you there, okay?" Dad's plan seemed good so he easily agreed.

"Yeah, okay Dad."

"And Tony, please be careful."

"Yeah dad, I love you."

"Me too, son." That was awkward but a kind of awkward Tony loved.

Tony looked at Barnes and found him looking back, "Time to go."

Nick picked them up from the airport and now they're in one of Howard's personal safe houses.

Peggy and Howard, both are there. They're sitting on the couch and Howard and Peggy can't seem to take their eyes off Barnes. Feeling nasty, Tony clears his throat, "Is no one gonna say anything?"

That seems to break the others out of their trance, "Do you...remember now? You didn’t seem to before." Howard talks first.

Barnes looks around uncomfortably, "Yes, I-I remember now. Not much, but that we met. A long time ago." he clenches his fist, "I'm sorry. Fo that day."

"What...happened, Sergeant Barnes? Can you tell us?" Peggy asks.

"Maybe you should leave, Tony." Howard interjects.

"Excuse me! I found him. And I'm not some rookie agent who'll cry hearing about a little violence. I'm staying." Tony argues. Howard narrows his eyes at him but allows him to stay. Like Tony needed his permission.

And Barnes tells them. About how HYDRA gave him a version of the serum in Azzano. How it saved him from the fall. About his hand. About The Chair. The cryo.

At the end a deafening silence settles on the room, none of them knowing what to say.

Howard takes a deep breath and lifts his head up, "So, how did you escape?"

"The Chair, I told you about. They used it on me to wipe my memories, since I recognized you. But, I don't know how, maybe because I was already starting to remember but the wipe didn't work. Instead of removing me recognizing you, it removed the triggers. If the triggers don't work, they can't control me. So, I escaped."

"And the thing about SHIELD. Is it really compromised?"

"Yes, it's infiltrated by HYDRA. If you go to the west wing of Camp Leipzig, you'll find everything."

After discussing it for some time they concluded that it would be best that he lives in that safe house. The problem was deciding who'd live with him in the meantime.

Sergeant Barnes was given a room to rest. Peggy, Howard and Tony were in the office discussing the matter.

"We should let Tony stay with him." Peggy suggested, making Tony beam.

"Absolutely not." Howard rejected the idea, making Tony deflate.

"Why not? I'm the one who brought him here."

"He's right Howard. He's one of the best SHIELD agents. And we also don't have any other option. Nick is working on the insides and Barton is on a long mission."

In end Howard reluctantly agreed, seeing no other option.

"Send all my lab stuff. And DUM-E too." Tony said as Howard was leaving.

"I will. And if anything happens, even the smallest thing call me instantly. Got it?"

"Yes, sir yes." Howard ruffled his hair and drove away.

Bucky didn't know how to feel. Everything was happening too quickly. After bring a HYDRA puppet for so long and then bring on the run for four years, rest had become a foreign word to him.

Now he was laying on the softest mattress he'd ever seen, eating the best food and occasionally being pestered by the Stark kid who has no self preservation at all.

Bucky doesn't know what to make of all of this.

Once, the kid - Tony - went out with Howard and came back looking all kinds of annoyed.

"Did you know that HYDRA programmed Arnim Zola inside a computer? They made an AI before me. How dare they!" Tony kept talking too himself, pacing around in frustration. So Bucky thought he'd make him coffee. Tony seemed to like that a lot.

As he lifted his hand up to take out a mug, a sudden pain flared through his hand and he hissed.

That instantly got Tony's attention and he stopped pacing, "What happened? Are you alright?"

"Yes, it's the arm. It happens sometimes. No need to worry."

"Is your arm hurting?" Tony stepped closer, brows furrowed.

"It always hurts."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Um-"

"No, that doesn't matter. You're coming with to the lab right now. Let's go." and with that Tony started walking and Bucky dolled him quickly.

The insides of the lab was quite different from the HYDRA labs. It was filled with parts of machines and computers rather than people in white coats.

"Sit on the couch. I'll check your arm." Tony brought the equipments he needed and sat he side him. "Hmm, that's weird. How do you take it off?"

"I don't?" Bucky was confused. Why would he want to take off the arm.

"You don't? Then how did they do maintenance?"

"They just...opened it up and fixed it if anything was wrong." Tony was silent for a while, just looking at him with a unreadable expression on his face. It made him uncomfortable, not being able to read him.

"You know, I don't even know why I'm surprised that they would take off the arm and not cause you pain. Son of a bitches." Tony sighs and rubs his face, "I'll make you a new one."

"You can do that?" He thought Tony was a field agent, not a mechanic.

"Yep, that and much more. Now tell me, what's your favorite color, snowflake?"

Bucky startled at the question, "I don't know? I don't remember that."

Tony pouted hearing that, "Huh, then I'll just use my favorite colors. And, I've been meaning to ask you, how much do you remember about your old life? And did you remember anything new?"

"I...remember living in Brooklyn. And my sister? There was also a small kid, blonde hair, blue eyes."

"Yeah, Captain America." Tony nodded.

"He didn't look like someone who'd be a captain."

Tony laughed brightly hearing that (he really was beautiful, Bucky shook away the thought as soon as they came) and hummed, "You probably remember the Steve Rogers before the serum. He looked different later." Tony stood up and patted his shoulder, "Tell me if you remember anything else, okay?"

Bucky nodded.

The next day, Tony gave him some comics to read, "Hey, I know we should take you out to the museum and all but since we can't right now, you can learn a bit about Captain America and your time in army from these."

Bucky took them gratefully and read through them. There were some aspects he was sure were exaggerated but overall, it was nice to read. And, he also remembered that before joining the army he had a knack for baking.

He told so to Tony and later in the day the kitchen was filled with all kinds of baking products and equipments.

Bucky used the cooking books Tony bought for him and started making things again. At first, they weren't too good. Sometimes they got burnt and sometimes they were undercooked.

But he was determined, especially after he noticed how Tony worked several hours in his lab and didn't eat or drink anything other than coffee.

He started simple. The first day, he made two fruit sandwiches with apple juice and took them to Tony's lab.

Few hours later, when he went to retrieve the plate and glass, they're both empty.

It felt good. Taking care of someone instead of hurting them. And the smile Tony gave him each time he made something new was a great added bonus.

Tony made him an arm. Bucky knew he was working on that for sometime but it still made him feel weird.

Not bad or uncomfortable. Just...weird.

It was sleek black with red and gold outlining the plates. And it didn't hurt. Not at all.

Tony was looking at him nervously, waiting for his reaction.

Bucky smiled at him and Tony’s eyes widened with something that looked very close to awe. He realized, this is the first time he smiled in more than fourty years.

Things...changed a bit after that. Bucky baked more and more and Tony brought lots of books for him, mostly historical but there were some fictions too.

Bucky remembered more and more each day.

But now, they would watch movies together. Sit slightly closer, when Tony would check on his arm. Smile more, touch more. It felt different. Affectionate. Good.

Two months after Bucky started living there, Tony came running to his room.

"Dad, called me a while ago. You won't believe what they just told me."

"What? What happened? Is everything okay?" Bucky springed to his feet, body tense.

"Yes, yes everything's more than okay!" Tony was looking excited now, increasing Bucky’s confusion.

"Are you gonna tell me what's going on?"

"HYDRA's down." Bucky froze, "They took HYDRA down and also have enough evidence to get you pardoned. Bucky you ca-mffmm" Bucky didn't let Tony finish the sentence, kissing him with all he had.

Tony kissed back instantly, much to his relief, raising on his tiptoes to kiss him better. When they parted they pressed their foreheads together, "Dad's gonna kill you."

Bucky laughed and agreed.

It wasn't easy. No matter how many times Tony would tell Bucky that it was HYDRA, it him, it was his hands that killed the people.

The government had pardoned him but there were a lot of hiccups. Howard a d Tony worked day and night for that and he was placed on mandatory therapy sessions for a year. Bucky thought he got off lightly.

And, Howard did try to kill him, if the suspicious tasting coffee said anything. But Bucky couldn't blame him. The position he and Tony were in when Howard found out about them was less than ideal, to say the least.

Howard was planning on retiring and live on some island with his wife for a while. So, Tony was busy preparing to take over the company and also rebuild SHIELD after rooting off all HYDRA connections.

In the meantime, Bucky visited several museums and met his sister. He had also gained back most of his momeries.

Happiness was now a emotion he was fairly familiar with.

Tony was doomed.

He knew Bucky was probably planning his murder now. But if Bucky had been late for their date third time in a row, Tony'd kill him too.

Reaching the small restaurant he immediately spotted Bucky. He was hard to miss. His hair was short now, unlike the time Tony found him, his stubble styled rather than unkept, sitting there in a blue short sleeved shirt, not ashamed if the metal arm anymore.

Tony loved him so much.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be late. But Pepper gave me a file last minute-" Tony started apologizing as soon as he sat down on the table.

"Babe," Bucky cut him off, "It's fine. I'm not angry."

"You're not?"

"No. But I need to talk to you about something."

Oh god, is he breaking up with me?

"I'm not breaking up with you."

"What? Why would you say that? I wasn't thinking about that."

"You were. But, Listen to me. This is important." Tony nodded and stopped talking.

Bucky took a deep breath and started talking, "The situation when we met weren't exactly ideal and you were an idiot to take the assassin who tried to kill your parents with you just like that." Tony laughed a bit at that, "But I'm very glad that you were an idiot. Because, that day I met my greatest blessing. You are my saving grace Tony. My morning star. My heart and my home." Bucky pulled out a ring, "Anthony Edward Stark, would you give me my greatest gift and add a Barnes to your name?"

He was crying now. He tried to stop crying and talk but he couldn't so he just nodded his head really hard. Right way, Bucky was at his side, sliding the ring on his finger, kissing all over his face.

Tony would've preferred it if Bucky hadn't have to go through so much pain. But, he was glad that life had given them the chance to have each other.

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bethsvrse · 1 month

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pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

#I hate daddy kinks sm #I wanna start a petition to ban daddy kinks #joel miller x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #sirius black x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #jim hopper x reader #derek hale x reader #steve rogers x reader #remus lupin x reader #steve harrington x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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3twindragons · 4 months

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Work in progress!

Winteriron fanart were they met in during the events of iron man 1 ( the movie)

#if you know fics with this trope drop them in the comments #marvel #iron man #the winter soldier #fanart #ironwinter #winteriron #tonybucky #tony stark x bucky barnes #My art 3td

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deantavias · 1 year

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"it's unhealthy to read fanfiction"

well i'm doing my 20 minutes of daily reading so...

#sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #din dijarin x reader #bellamy blake x reader #peeta mellark x reader #loki x reader #bucky barnes x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #jay halstead x reader #spencer reid x reader #tony stark x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #sam winchester smut #rafe cameron smut #spencer reid smut #bellamy blake smut

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pandagirl45 · 6 months

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Tony: *out on the tower roof* can someone get my back?

Bucky: >.> *shoves steve down* *rushes over*

Steve: >:O you jerk!

Steve: *pulls bucky down by his ankle*

Bucky: *looks back* betrayal... you punk

Pepper: *sprays on the sunscreen* done

Tony: thanks pep

Steve and Bucky: T^T

#tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #steve rogers #tony stark x bucky barnes #stony #stuckony #this was silly #pepper potts

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chaotictasha · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes#101

Y/n, in a high voice, holding barbie: hey ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Morgan, in a deep voice, holding ken: nonsense, barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids.

Tony: what the fuck are you guys doing?

Morgan: playing systemic oppression.

Image source: pinterest

[a/n: this picture is the cause of my mental breakdown no.3 of the day. I miss him so much😭😭]

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months

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teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

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

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

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

word count: 5400

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it wasn’t-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m a dirty girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

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

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

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

“Aah!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Surely this was an exaggeration.

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

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

“How do you feel about your costume?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”

“SEBA—“

“Cut!”

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

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

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

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

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

“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”

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

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is getting juicy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”

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

“CHRI—“

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

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

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

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

“I concur.” You grinned back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.

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

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

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

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