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ironboyxs · 2 years

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Red, Blue and a Beautiful Rainbow

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Original Male Character x Tony Stark

Summary: just a lot of fluff in a beautiful polyamorous relationship

Word count: 1125

Warnings: slight mention of sex, and I know that usually I write with male readers but with this one i felt like writing an original character. So please let me know your thoughts!

None of the three knew very well how this had all started. Tony and Steve have always had a certain romantic and sexual tension between them, and it all escalated when Pepper thought it would be important to hire a secretary to manage the Avengers' agenda.

The boy was simply gorgeous, an innocent smile, big green eyes and a dazzling smile. And he was always willing to do what his bosses asked of him.

One night after a really difficult mission, Tony and Steve finally gave in to their desire and had sex and slept together. But something was strange… it felt like something was missing there. And in the back of their minds. they knew exactly what, or rather who it was.

TWO YEARS LATER

- Good morning my prince, good morning my metallic man. - Steve said placing kisses on the lips of his companions.

- You know I hate it when you call me that. It's still dawn, I want to sleep more.

As he grumbled Tony turned to his left side and hugged the smaller boy beneath him.

- See, Caden still wants to sleep right my love?

- Just five more minutes. - Said the boy sinking into Tony Stark's chest.

- Guess I'll have to use other tactics then. - Steve said with a mischievous smile in his eyes.

Steve moved slowly behind Tony and started kissing his neck, nibbling lightly, while putting his hands inside Caden's pants caressing the boy where he liked the most.

- Okay this is unfair, I know our plans today and we don't have time to get laid right now, come on Tones get up. - Caden said basically dragging the oldest out of bed.

- It's fine, it's fine. Can we at least take our morning shower together?

- Routine is routine. - Stevie said.

The three men currently live in a huge house bought by Tony on the outskirts of New York, every bit of the house has an element of one of the three. Steve had his painting studio and his gym (which were sometimes used together); Tony had his workshop in the basement, where the other two sometimes had to carry him out, the carrying part was mostly up to Steve. Caden had his library and his studio, after the battle against Thanos ended and things calmed down a bit, Tony and Steve agreed that Caden could create a youtube channel and show a little bit of his personal tastes and what life was like with the throuple.

The three of them got into the huge bathtub in the bedroom suite and well… the tub was usually for sex and the shower for post-sex, but today the three of them just bathed and helped to clean each other… maybe the tub could be used later .

After everyone dressed up, Steve as basic as possible, Tony as a goth rocker and Caden as a high school student. They were finally ready to set out on their journey.

The car was a little different, Tony had adapted it to have three spacious seats in the front so no one could feel left out. Caden was always on the other side of the window, due to his panic attacks, he needed the wind in his face. The same was true of Tony, so he was always the one driving when the three of them were together.

- After all, my beautiful tin man, what have you planned for this special date?

- It wouldn't be a surprise if I told my loves.

- After all, what date is this? I feel a little bad for not remembering it. - Caden said apprehensively.

- It's okay, sunshine, you'll know when the time is right.

After about another hour of traveling with Caden fast asleep on Steve's shoulder, Steve said:

- You know when I decided to sacrifice myself on that plane, I had no hope for the future, the last thing I would have imagined would be to be here on a trip with two men who stole my heart completely.

- I thank whatever higher force got you out of that ice Steve, I love you more than I can explain. You're everything to me, just like Caden.

With a kiss on Tony's cheek, Steve laid his chin on Caden's head and ended up falling asleep too.

- We have arrived, my loves! - Tony announced excitedly.

Tony… is this real? - Both Steve and Caden asked.

- Well, since my spouses share a common dream place that isn't even that far away, I decided to bring you all here.

The place was magnificent, it was a secluded beach on Coney Island. A place that had special meaning to the three men. This was where Tony was able to spend the only pleasant vacation with his parents. Coney Island was where Steve decided to retire as Captain America and pass on his legacy to Sam Wilson. For Caden, the place held an even deeper meaning. Coney Island was where Caden was born, he was actually born specifically on that beach, in one of the craziest birth stories.

- I thought something simple this year, a picnic at a place that meant so much to the three of us, would be amazing to celebrate two years since Caden came into my life and Steve's.

- Oh my God I didn't even remember that date! Of course I remember the date we started dating, our wedding, but the day I met you guys? I feel terrible now.

- All right, distracted, we understand that the drugs impair your memory. - Steve gave Tony a light slap on the back of the head.

- It's okay, he's right actually. This is perfect Tones, when I got the job, I had nowhere to live, I was staying with a friend, my parents had just passed away and you guys offered me a home, comfort, and most of all, a love I never considered myself. worthy to receive.

- But you are, you two are. What would I do without my smart husband and my caring husband? Even more me, a man out of season - Steve said.

- You two are everything to me too - Tony said a little more seriously. - I know I don't usually express my feelings as well as Steve… but after the battle against Thanos if it wasn't for you two with the unique and wonderful characteristics you have. I don't know where I would be.

And so the sun went down on that private beach on Coney Island, where a billionaire genius, a soldier out of his time, and a boy with childhood traumas kissed in the sunlight.

#tony stark x steve rogers #steve rogers x tony stark #tony stark x original male character #steve rogers x original male character #marvel #gay #fluff #the avengers #mcu #polyamory #polyamourous #throuple

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naomida · 10 months

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How Bolvar/Varian (Bolvarian if you will) is not more popular I will never understand. Even Bolvar/Arthas and Arthas/Varian like wth are we doing as a fandom????

#bolvar fordragon #varian #varian wrynn #arthas menethil #lich king #the potential for heartbreak is RIGHT THERE #the heartache #Varian going on a rampage to avenge Bolvar and then FINDING OUT HE’S ALIVE???#BOLVAR ARRIVING WITH THE ENTIRE FORCES OF THE LICH KING TO SAVE SLASH AVENGE SLASH RESSUCITATE VARIAN????#this is the throuple from hell with unlimited potential for hurt no comfort #why is no one doing anything with it????#are the fanfics on some lost forums I don’t know about?#WoW #world of warcraft

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jeffament · 1 month

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#bear with me as i COOK #toxie is a wildcard but they r so important to monster love #jeffamentertainment

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Company

WandaNat x Nerd!Reader (High School AU)

For @darthrue

You were best friends with the hottest couple at Avengers High: Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. They were the most popular cheerleader and track athlete respectively and yet they considered you to be their closest friend.

Everyone thought it was odd. Cheerleaders associating with a lowly nerd like yourself. But you didn't care and neither did they.

You loved talking with them for hours on end. They'd tell you about some of their latest fun couple activities and small day-cations. You'd tell them all about your latest breakthrough in the scientifc realm or about your favorite fandom. Somehow they both had the same look of adoration for you in their eyes as they watched you explain the difference between Hawking and Harry Potter.

You went to conventions with them. Wanda and Natasha were both Slytherins while you were a Hufflepuff. Some would call it a bad combo but yet here the three of you were, having the time of your life.

Everything seemed normal for a while and then you started to notice something: Wanda and Natasha started talking among themselves more frequently, they'd share sideways glances at you but it was always talking. You didn't think much of it, lovers talking that's all.

Then one night, you got a text from Wanda asking for you to meet her and Natasha over at the Romanoff household. You quickly went over there.

You were greeted by a smirking Yelena, Nat's sister and pain in her ass.

"Hey (Y/N)" the blonde said, barely holding in a laugh. "The two are up in Natasha's room."

"Thanks Lena!" you began making your way upstairs.

"Good luck!" Yelena called back. Good luck? Whatever that meant.

You approached Natasha's door and knocked. Wanda quickly opened it up, wearing only one of Natasha's oversized sweaters, and pulled you in.

"Where's the fire?" you laugh. Natasha looks at you from the king sized bed.

"Thanks for coming by, (Y/N)" Natasha smiles as she slinks up to you.

"Have we ever told you how much we love you?" Wanda asks, gently caressing your hand. A common thing for her to do.

"I love you both too. " you shrug. "I wouldn't be hanging out with my two best friends if i didn't."

"No. I mean we love you" Natasha's hands slip around your neck. "Wanda and I are absolutely in love with you"

"But I thought-"

"We're still together, malysh" Wanda explains, "but we want you to join us."

"Just three people in love with one another." Natasha bats her eyes.

"So a throuple?" you ask confused. The girls only nod their heads.

"You're sweet, caring, and so unbelievably hot" Wanda purrs.

"But I'm a nerd, you're both cheerleaders and-" Natasha quiets you with a kiss.

"You are more than a label" Natasha whispers, "you are smart and loving. Exactly what we're looking for."

"So what do you say malyshka, will you join us?" Wanda looks at you with pleading eyes.

You didn't even hesitate, "yes. I love you both so much. I can't imagine going another day without either of you!"

The two girls laugh as they both embrace you and kiss you, it felt like pure nirvana. "Good" Natasha finally answers as she locks the door behind you, "you're not going anywhere else tonight."

First Wanda kissed you and then Natasha. After that it kind of blurred out into love and ecstasy.

The fellow students and peers can say all they want but when you, Wanda and Natasha walk to lunch together, or you cheer for them during games and cheer leading meetings, or they cheer you on during a scientific decathlon, you know you're home. You still go to conventions together and do movie marathons. The only difference is how Wanda and Nat snuggle into your sides now and pepper you with kisses. What else can be said? Three is a company.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda x reader #natasha x reader #wanda x reader x natasha #wandanat #wandanat x reader #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #marvel #mcu imagine #mcu #mcu fandom

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imagine-silk · 2 months

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Could you do a poly relationship between Yandere Hela and Wanda/Scarlet Witch?

》Fun. I can basically feel the overwhelming danger.

There is one reason they are able to share and it's because they know all too well they are very capable of killing each other. Why fight when there's an easy solution? It would be impossible to leave one of them so both of them means goodbye to any freedom.

Hela sponsors your time out with Wanda. Hela's a very busy woman and can't have you on her lap at all times, as much as she would like that. Wanda has free reign of Asgard and it's deemed safe for you because the witch cannot fail. Everyone knows to give you two whatever you ask for and in turn Wanda will tell Hela about it. Suddenly that business get another shipment imported.

If and when Wanda takes you back to Earth the Avengers know and they do intercept. They're going to check on the both of you but make no mistake, they are not going to help you escape. Wanda is one thing and if it was just her they would maybe think about it, but Hela changes everything. Their combined force would defeat her, definitely, but the devastation is not worth it. They will aid them without getting too involved.

At first it's basically a love triangle but at a certain point it becomes a full throuple. No one could have predicted it unless they were legit psychic because in the beginning they were a hairline from killing each other all the time. Now that they're not competing anymore you and everyone else are a million times safer. You're not safe but safer.

Strangely enough, Wanda is not considered a concubine. She's a diplomat of Midgard. Not a single person falls for the title though. She acts like a tourist. No one says anything about it. The concubines will sometimes convince Wanda to let them tag along, not only to have fun but to gain her or Hela's favor. On that same coin, some of the concubine take the chance to give you a break, say it's the equivalent of a 'girls night'.

As far as any kind of punishment, you will not be punished if you want to live. Hela is very cool with offing people as we've established. If you do get 'punished' the ensuing war between these impossible women is kind of your fault. And honestly, you know better.

Say bye to privacy, personal space, and the possibility of having a job. You will be pampered, loved, and served, as long as you submit to being loved. Who needs freedom anyways?

#ask and you shall receive #marvel #hela odinson #wanda maximoff #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere marvel #gender neutral reader

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cindymoonsgfreal · 1 year

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The Blip

pairing: poly!Matt Murdock x poly!reader x poly!Frank Castle

genre: one-shot, angst, happy ending

warnings: no gender pronounce used for the reader, no gendered body description for the reader, established poly couple, throuple, bi matt, bi frank, bad writing, english is not my first langauge

word count: 1676

After 5 years, Frank and Matt finally return back to you.

Spring 2018

The goosebumps ran down your spine as you shivered from the cold breeze heating the unclosed parts of your body. The blanket was covered from your waist down, exposing your upper body. You breathed heavily, moving your hands towards another side of the bed only to feel cold sheats. Frowning, half asleep, you opened your eyes and lifted yourself, looking around. The lights were off, understandably so, as the outside lights were sufficient to brighten the apartment. The blinds were raised, with one of the windows open only, letting the cool breeze swarm the room. Yet, your partners weren’t anywhere near. Humming, confused, you turned to look at the clock to see the time. It was almost afternoon. Maybe they had some stuff to do, you thought.

Deciding it was already late anyway, you threw the blanket away, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. The yawn escaped your mouth as you stretched your hands up, hearing a light pop on your back. Smiling, satisfied, you rub your eyes tiringly, leaning to the bed table for your phone and noticing two more phones lying near yours. You frowned, trying to find a logical explanation, when you finally heard the water running from the bathroom. Humming, you thought they were having a moment in the bathroom. Deciding to join, you stood up from the bed, shuffled to the bathroom, and gave it three knocks. “Boys?” you called out softly, waiting for any indication, only to hear complete silence.

Something was up.

Turning the handle, you opened the door, finding the room empty, with the sink on, Matt’s toothbrush lying on the floor, and some toothpaste still on it. You picked it up, giving it a quick wash and putting it aside, so Matt could decide later if he needed to keep it or not. When you finally turned off the sink, you noticed how quiet the apartment was. “Matt! Frank?”

Leaving the bathroom, you walked out of the bedroom and looked around. Your gaze fell on the photo-stacked wall, with many polaroids of three of you smiling and being in love hanging on the robe. It was your first Christmas together, and you remembered how Frank was huffing about the silly sweaters while still benign, the only one who didn’t take them off until they needed to go to bed. You even remembered how you and Frank made Matt’s sweater together because the initial material was too much for him, so you found some soft wool and even reder color. He didn’t stop thanking you two until the morning of the next day and the week after.

Almost losing track of your thoughts, you finally moved away from the photos towards the kitchen, noticing the bags with Chinese food lying on the floor, as if someone had dropped them when putting them on the counter. You frowned deeply, noticing the food was still warm. What the hell happened here? You sighed, running back to the bedroom for your phone, feeling some dust stick to your feet.

Finding the needed number, you [atintly waited for answers which came way too fast. Foggy almost screamed your name.

“Jesus Christ, you’re still here.” he sounded out of breath and panicked. You frowned, blinking rapidly in confusion. “Are you okay? Is Matt with you? Is Frank?”

“Wait, wait, wai-they’re not with you?” you breathed out, the panic settling in. You felt your breath hitch. “What is happening, Fog’?”

Foggy stayed awfully quiet. “Foggy?”

“No, no, no.” he whimpered. You could hear the tears in his voice.

“Foggy! What’s happening?” you asked again, putting the call on speaker as you went online, searching for the recent news when you finally saw it.

People are disappearing.

People turning into dust.

What did Avengers do?

“No,” you whispered, watching the video of a person disappearing into dust.

“I’m sorry.” foggy whimpered on the phone before you heard the line end.

You shook your head. “No, no, no.” You whined, trying to calm the rapidly increasing breath.

They probably went somewhere, you thought. I need to find them; you thought as you took your jacket out of the wardrobe and ran out of the apartment in a panic. You walked around the Hell’s Kitchen twice, frantically screaming for them, trying o find any of your guys in the crowd of equally panicked people. In the panic, you managed to call the long-forgotten contact. For some reason, hearing Jessica’s voice calmed you down as she kept you on the line until she got to go somewhere with Luke.

It was almost 6 when you returned to the apartment, completely out of breath, your entire body aching. “Matt? Frank?” Walking back to the kitchen, you threw your jacket down, feeling dust rise. You frowned, running into the bedroom when you noticed the same dust under the door frame between the bedroom and bathroom.

You frowned, taking your phone and searching for the videos of people disappearing again. You turned on the first you saw, watching the video carefully when your eyes widened in shock, and the cry ripped out of your throat.

You dropped to your knees, dropping the phone, as you scattered away far from the dust on the floor. The screams of horror and pain echoed through the apartment. “No, no, no! Why?! Why?!!” you shouted into nothing, feeling your head get dizzy. Your hands fell on your chest, clutching onto the fabric of the t-shirt. You let out roars, your throat sore with every sound you make.

Matt and Frank were gone.

October 2023

You smiled warmingly, watching a little girl run in bright blue overalls around the park. Her curly hair was gathered in two high piggy tails, making them bounce with every jump she made. She giggled loudly as she superhero posed on top of the slides before smoothly sliding down with a huge smile.

You took out your phone, made a quick picture of her running, and sent it to Jess, who only returned the smiley face. You looked up as you heard the girl call your name. The girl had a small frown.

“What is it, Dani?” you asked, your eyes scanning her worryingly, trying to find damage before you remembered what genes she inherited.

“Something is happening,” she murmured, leaning closer to you and wrapping her hands around your shoulders. You hooked your hands under her hips, lifting her up to let her hang on you like a monkey. That’s when that happened.

People just randomly appear on the street, confused and scared. You squeezed the hold harder around Dani’s small body and started walking away to your apartment, shielding the child from the unknown. “Dani, keep your face in my neck, and don’t look up until we’re at my place, okay?” You heard a soft hum. “Good girl.”

You walked quickly down the street, trying not to shake much as you handled the child carefully. You almost felt PTSD as you saw the crowd surrounding the street of confused and scared people, who kept calling for their families, and while some got the answer, some didn’t. You kept hearing the phone buzzing in her pocket, but you didn’t wanna risk Dani just to see what the noise was about. At least until you knew it was safe for the child to be outside, you ignored the noise, trying to get to the apartment fast.

When you finally get there, you put the kid down before turning o close the door on the lock. Dani called your name in a whisper. “Give me a moment, Dani, I need to call your mom first. Hi Jess. Yes, she is safe.” you immediately said, kicking off your shoes and walking. Jessica sounded panicked as she asked more and more about her daughter’s well-being. “Yes, she is fine, maybe slightly scared, but fine. I got her to my apartment; no worries, you can take her when you’re free from here.”

Danielle called for you against, now louder. “Sorry, Jess. I’m coming, Dani!” you shouted back, running into the living room still on the line with your friend when you almost dropped your phone. They were back

Frank still had the same slightly unshaven beard and messy hair that you promised to cut for him. His eyes still had eye bags from insufficient sleep, and scars kissed his skin. He was your Frank. And Matt. Matt didn’t change either. Same clean shaved face, a scar on his left cheek, and lines on his forehead. He was your Matt.

They were your boys.

You snapped out of the trance when you felt Dani tug on your shirt, her eyes piercing into yours with small panic. You breathe out softly. “Hey, it’s okay, baba. Here, talk with your mom in the bedroom, okay? I will prepare the dinner just in a bit.”

The girl nodded in agreement before she took your phone and softly greeted her mom. When the child disappears in the bedroom, you fly to your boys, wrapping your hands around them. You sobbed out the relief, feeling years of stress slowly leave your body. You pulled slightly away, looking at your boys with love and care.

“Love,” Matt whispered, bringing his hand to your face and tracing her line of our features, the frown slowly falling over him.

“How long has it been for you?” Frank rasped out, his eyes tearing up as he looked you up and down, noticing how your hair got longer, and the lines on her face deepened.

“5 years.’’ you whimpered honestly. Matt let out a groan of pain, hearing your heartbeat rise when you mention the years of being without them. “But you’re back.” You whimpered, your hands falling on the sides of their faces, before falling into a hug between them, the sobs of relief hitting their shoulder. Your boys smiled at you, wrapping their hands around each other, trapping you inside. It was a moment as they stayed in each other’s arms before matt had to ask: “She’s not your child, right?”

#matt murdock #frank castle #matt murdock x reader #frank castle x reader #matt x reader x frank #daredevil #punisher #matt murdock x frank castle #matt murdock x reader x frank castle #jessica jones #danielle cage

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msforbiddenforest · 2 years

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peter: so you guys really love me, right?

y/n: yes

tony: yes

peter: and you would do anything for me, right?

y/n: um...yes

tony: yeah

peter: so, um...

y/n: ugh you're making me nervous pete! just spit it out, goddamn!

peter: well now I am not saying it!! :(

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dockofshame · 10 months

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Zoey x Reader x *Mike Relationship Headcanons

(*With a mention of the alters)

The three of you were already good friends from your time on Revenge on the Island, so the transition from friends to being significant others was pretty smooth. If you three have Facebook, all of you have your relationship statuses listed as “it’s complicated”.

Mike’s preferred dates are all over the map. He can have just as much fun at a theme park- Vito really liked the Hagrid’s Motorbike ride at Universal Studios- as he can at a sporting event or at an escape room… Manitoba really likes the escape rooms. Zoey’s preferred dates are pretty similar to what I mentioned in my Zoey x Reader headcanon list as she’s more into the vintage dates such as trips to a diner or going to the drive-in.

Zoey and Mike kept in touch with Cameron outside of the show, so he joins your hangouts sometimes too! They’re all huge Nintendo fans and all have Switches… Zoey likes Animal Crossing, Cameron likes Brilliant Diamond, and Mike likes the Zelda games. They also like Mario Kart and Mario Party.

Mike’s mostly pretty confident in himself in your relationship; thanks in part to Vito (“of course, why WOULDN’T these two want to be in a relationship with me?”). Zoey needs more verbal reassurance and has to be reminded that she doesn’t have to panic about trying to obtain your approval, or Mike’s for that matter.

With Zoey’s parents, there’s not really any formal “meet the parents”; they just suspect you all enjoy each other’s company and that when the time comes, Zoey will find her person. Mike’s parents catch onto the throuple thing pretty quickly but they’re very “don’t ask, don’t tell” about it.

Zoey would 100% be the person who got a Cricut and makes cutesy matching vacation shirts or ugly Christmas T-shirts (she can’t knit to save her life, so no sweaters), so she has tons of photos of the three of you in them. She also got you guys to dress up as the Avengers for Halloween one time; she wanted to be Black Widow.

#total drama revenge of the island #tdroti #total drama x reader #total drama headcanon #total drama headcanons #total drama cameron #td cameron #total drama zoey #td zoey #total drama zoey x reader #zoey x reader #td mike #total drama mike #total drama mike x reader #td zoke #zoke

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harlequin-hangout · 1 year

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Consequences

Loki Masterlist | Bucky Masterlist

Pairing: Dom!Loki x Sub!Fem!Reader x Dom!Bucky

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI Knife play, Denial, overstimulation, kink, honorifics

Contains: This is just porn. Straight Smut

Word Count: 3.1k

This fic includes Polyamory! I've used some terms that, as a Polyamorous person, are part of my life, but I also didn't learn them until I became Polyamorous. So! Here's a glossary, just so everyone can enjoy the fic without googling. Not all terms may be used, I wrote the glossary before the fic 😅

Throuple/Triad: Relationship involving three people that are all involved with each other

V: Relationship involving three people where one person is dating both of the other people but the second and third partners are not dating each other

Dividers are made by me! Want some for yourself? Send me an ask!

I do not nor will I ever give permission for my writing to be copied, pasted, reposted to other sites, or edited in any way shape or form. Seriously, just don’t.

A/N: This may be expanded on in the future, I haven't completely decided yet. Thank of blame @vbecker10 for this one, however it goes 😅😅

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks. You sigh and look at your phone hoping that maybe you’d missed a text in the three minutes you hadn’t looked at your phone, but you had no such luck. Bucky and Loki had been gone for two weeks – twice as long as was planned – and you hadn’t heard from them in three days. The mission had gone well, much better than expected, actually. It had gone so well that Pepper had immediately scheduled a week-long press tour. Your boys weren’t exactly the crowd favorites – one of them being an assassin and ex-Hydra operative, the other a god who tried to conquer your planet – but this could change all that. The tip they received had been a trap. If it hadn’t been for Bucky’s intimate knowledge of Hydra protocol and Loki’s magic, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark would be in critical condition, and Peter Parker would be dead. Hydra had been trying to take out as many of SHIELD’s top operatives as possible. Bucky had managed to spot things out of place, and had pulled Stark down out of the way of the explosion. He’d given Steve enough warning to move that the Super Soldier escaped with only some bumps and bruises, those would heal in no time. Peter . . . Peter had been mid-swing. The pillar had crushed his lower half. Thank god for his mutated genetics or he wouldn’t have made it long enough for Loki to get to him. Loki had managed to keep him alive just long enough for the QuinJet to get him to an intensive care hospital. He pulled through, and was due to be discharged from the ICU and sent to recover in the Avengers Tower medical bay next week.

A text from Steve lit up on your phone.

Message from: Steve Rogers

Y/N – Turn on your television, you’ll want to see this. – SteveYou smirked. No matter how many times you tried to bring that man into the twenty-first century, he still texted like an 80 year old man. At least he’d stopped sending letter-length texts in the group chat. Steve was the Avengers’ Golden Boy, but the Steven Rogers you’d come to know was every bit as bratty as you were. Not as submissive, that’s never a word you’d use for him, but bratty? Well, Doms are just brats who get their way. When he was vague like that, you knew he was up to something. You grab your laptop and open one of the national news channels that you knew would be carrying the conference. Tony stood behind the podium giving some kind of statement to the press before fielding questions. What on earth had Stevie Boy wanted you to – There we go. You smirked, he knew your style well.

The camera changed angles, and you could see your boys sitting in the back. Bucky had his headphones on, and they were both on their phones. Score. You immediately text Steve.

How long until you’re all home?

Y/N – Sometime after 2100, we will finish our last photo session at 2030, then make our way back to the jet. Pepper has already convinced Tony to leave the debrief for tomorrow. – Steve

Mischief spreads across your face. Steve, you sly bastard. Okay, what was 2100 on the twelve hour clock? It’s 2pm now, and that’s 1400, so eight . . . nine. Seven hours should be PLENTY of time to make them wait. You slip into your emerald green lingerie set – the strappy one that hugs your curves just right – and slip on one of Bucky’s casual leather jackets (the formal ones were the ones without knife marks or blood, but you were confident that the dry cleaner had been able to get all the blood out of this one). Planting yourself in front of the full length mirror, you sit on the floor and snap a few photos. Bucky’s jacket falling off of your shoulders, covered in Loki’s colors. Marking yourself as theirs. Smirking, you hit send in the Throuple group chat and watch the laptop screen. If this works, you have something much better in mind. Three . . . Two . . . One . . .

Message: Read

Bucky smirks, and Loki ever so discreetly raises an eyebrow on your computer screen. Wonderful, they’re paying attention. You grab the vibrator you keep for personal moments. Several settings and fifteen minutes later, you send an audio recording to that same chat with the caption “Headphone Warning 😈”

You run back to the laptop, and just in time. You see Bucky’s head snap up from his phone, then see him slowly pass the headphones to Loki. The God’s expression darkens, the lust poorly masked on his face. Your phone vibrates, a new message on your screen.

Group Message from: Loki

We land at nine. By the door. On your knees. No exceptions.

You could feel the butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. This was definitely going to be a long night.

8:59pm: You kneel next to the door, sitting back on your heels. You’d brought a pillow for under your knees, knowing that you may be here for a while if the QuinJet was delayed.

9:07pm: The tower is silent. You squirm a little and consider getting up, but decide against it. You’d pushed your luck earlier that day, so you better do what you were told.

9:13pm: You hear the roar of the QuinJet engines. Your boys were finally home.

They took their sweet time getting ready. It was almost 10 before you found yourself kneeling on the floor with Bucky pressed against your back. His vibranium hand clasped your wrists. You could feel him pressing into your back, his muscles moving against your bare skin as his fingers worked their way up your thigh. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he leaned down to nip at your ear, smirking as you whined. Loki clicked his tongue at the sound.

“Come now, Pet. Your little stunt during the interview has made things rather inconvenient for the Sergeant here.” Loki’s voice absolutely dripped with salacious intent. “Do you really want to make things that much harder on him?” Loki stared down at you, raising an eyebrow as Bucky gently pressed his hips against you. You felt your breath catch in your throat.

“N-no, My Prince,” you manage through Bucky’s teasing.

“There’s my good little Pet. Now, hold still.”

Loki was going to take his sweet goddamned time and there was nothing you could do about it. Every touch, every bite, hell, every look, was like electricity on your skin. You did your best to hold still, but the lust in Loki’s eyes made you squirm with need. You felt Bucky’s metal hand squeeze your wrists – a reminder to behave.

“C’mon now, Doll.” His voice was barely more than a whisper, breath hot on your ear. “Be good for the God, hmm? You had your fun earlier, now you need to deal with the consequences of your actions. Understand?” You whine as you feel Loki’s slim fingers ghost over your panties. You feel another squeeze on your wrists, this one a little harsher. “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir!!” You gasp. Bucky groans softly in your ear. The honorific does it for him and you knew it.

“There’s my sweet girl . . .” He nips at your neck as Loki stands.

“Pet, I’d like to bring out my knife to pay you back for your press conference stunt. Is that something you’re willing to indulge tonight?”

“Yes, My Prince, but can we use the dullest one please?”

“Of course, love. Thank you.” Loki’s expression softens, even if only briefly. “We’ll use the red light system this time, love. I intend to take. My. Time.” an ornate blunted knife appeared in a flash of green. This one was your favorite. You could feel the cool metal on your skin, but there was minimal risk of your skin breaking. “Sergeant, if you would.” Bucky released your wrists and stood, sliding his intimidating form back onto the couch. He watched, his eyes dark with lust, as Loki worked. While Bucky would never bottom, damn did he love watching Loki work. The man was a genius when it came to denial, and he loved the way your body squirmed as you screamed and begged for your release.

You felt a pressure on your legs as an invisible force began to pull at your thighs. You giggle excitedly, knowing exactly what’s coming next. You loved shibari and being suspended, but it did take a lot of time. You felt a pull between your legs – that must be his magical anchor point – as your body is pulled upwards. You find yourself hanging upside down, the bite of invisible rope along your thighs and ass, as you lazily spin, your feet hanging down by your ass.

“Hold still for me, Pet,” Loki purred. You breathe in and out, waiting. The anticipation was always the worst part . . . not knowing when you were going to feel the cool bite of the knife, your Prince’s firm grip on your skin – you moan softly as you feel a sharp line of pressure draw up your thigh. He’s starting slow, warming you up. The blade makes its way over your hip, up you side, and presses in a bit more at your ribs before disappearing. You whine at the loss of contact, then gasp as you feel the knife scrape down your spine, from your tailbone to the base of your neck. The pressure feels heavenly. You let your eyes flutter closed as you begin to bliss out, your surroundings becoming fluid. Floating there, nothing matters besides you and the pressure of that beloved blade.

It could have been minutes or maybe hours before you felt the pull of the rope switch.Your arms fold crossed on your chest as a gentle force moves you into the perfect position. The pull of the rope traced its way around your arms and chest. The invisible anchor point centers itself over your breastbone and wrists. You feel yourself slowly pulled upwards as the rope drops from your hips.

“Can’t leave you upside down for too long, Pet. Besides, I have other plans for you tonight. Look at you, so pretty covered in those little red lines of mine.” You hang at just the right height for Loki’s hand to snake its way around your neck as you lean your head back against his shoulder. Your feet still dangle in the air as the other hand traces the outline of your panties. His long fingers push the fabric aside as they draw a slow, teasing line across your entrance.

“Remember, not until you’re given permission.”

“I promise, My Prince, I’ll be good!”

“Good Girl.” Loki smirked as his fingers entered you, their pace already merciless. He expertly curled his fingers against your favorite spot, while his other hand tightened on the sides of your neck, allowing air to flow to your lungs but giving you a floaty light headed feeling that made the warmth pooling between your legs infinitely more intoxicating. Your whole world narrowed again as you felt the band tightening in your stomach, bringing you closer to that intoxicating edge. Your moans fill the room and you can feel Loki growing harder by the second when – Hands off. He immediately ceases all contact, and you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Clicking his tongue, the god holds his slick fingers near your mouth, a silent order hanging in the air. You immediately open your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits.

“Now, darling, you didn’t think it would be so easy, hmm?” You can hear Bucky’s dark laughter at your frustration somewhere off to the side, but your world is still hazy. Loki repeats his process again and again, you’d lost count of how many times. Squirming, writhing, begging, bargaining, nothing satisfied the God – your God – more than your frustration and suffering.

“Now,” Loki growled in your ear. “Are you ready to be a good little Pet for your God?”

“Yes!! Oh god yes, please,” you begged. Immediately you felt the ropes adjusting themselves again. Your feet hit the floor just long enough for Loki to pull your arms behind your back as another invisible harness forms, this time two anchors settling, one between your shoulder blades, while the other supports your hips but leaves your legs dangling towards the ground, toes barely able to scrape the floor. Your wrists are bound by the same invisible pressure as you’re lifted back into the air, ready to receive your God.

“How bad do you want to feel me, dove?” The thin grip Loki has on his composure was evident by the strain in his voice as he pressed himself against your ass.

“Please . . . plea–” You gasp as Loki presses into you. Giving you no more than a couple seconds to adjust, his grip is ironclad on your hips as he pounds into you. You moans fill the room as you’re reduced to a puddle, suspended in the air by nothing more than the will of your God. Loki works expertly, hitting your favorite spots over and over, bringing you to the brink of orgasm time and time again, but always you have to wait. You have to hold.

“Please, oh god, My Prince, please, I can’t last . . . I – I’m gonna–” you fight your orgasm, determined to obey your god’s orders. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, Loki’s voice thick with lust in your ear.

“Cum for me pet, and worship your God.” You release, the building coil in your lower abdomen finally snapping as your orgasm rips over your entire body. Loki’s touch is electric as he eases you down. The last thing you remember is Loki’s heavenly moan before your vision fades.

“ . . .pet. Come back to us, darling, there’s my good girl. The Sergeant hasn’t had his turn yet.”

You open your eyes to see a now caring Loki holding you against his chest. You’re no longer suspended from your magical ropes. Bucky next to him, running his thumb along your cheek.

“Hey doll, how you feeling? Do you need a couple minutes?” You press your cheek into Bucky’s hand. Your heart always flutters when they’re soft with you, especially after a rough scene.

“No, m’good,” you manage. “Do whatever you want to me, Sir.” Bucky leans down and gently kisses your forehead.

“Mischief? Grab her hands for me. I wanna take my sweet time.” Bucky’s smirk was evident in his voice.

Loki chuckled, his voice deepening.

“Anything to help, Sergeant,” he smirked as his hands closed around your wrists. Bucky didn’t waste any time getting started, he had different plans than his godly counterpart. Bucky loved watching Loki work, the man had style. However, now Bucky was feeling a little like showing off. He pulled your ankles, pulling a squeak from your lips as he stretched you out, leaving your head in Loki's lap. He traced his hands slowly up your body, pressing your legs open and laying flat on his front. God, he loved how your legs shook when he nipped and kissed at your thighs. Hearing you gasp at the cold metal of his hand excited him, and he growled as he roughly pulled your panties off of you. He smirked up at you as you began to squirm under him.

“You have standing permission from me, Doll. Laufeyson may have wanted you to wait for your release, but I want to remind you what happens when you decide to play with fire.” Bucky could see Loki’s slender fingers squeeze your wrists, and then he got to work. He licked a slow strip up your slit, paying special attention to that ever-so-sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. He could hear you start to moan, only encouraging him. He pressed two large fingers inside of you, scissoring and curling them to find the sweet spot that he loved so much. You struggle to control your volume, back arching in the air as your head presses against Loki’s thigh. Aaah, there it was. Your hips started to buck already, your first orgasm quickly approaching. He can feel you begin to tighten around his fingers, only making him pump them harder, tormenting your favorite spots with a new devotion. He drapes his metal arm over your hips to hold you still as your first orgasm washes over your body. Taking no time for you to recover, he keeps pushing. At about three orgasms, you had lost your ability to control your volume. Thankfully, Loki took care of that for him, his lips crashing down on yours in an effort to keep the rest of the floor from hearing your extracurriculars. By six orgasms, Bucky could barely contain himself. He backed up just enough to give himself time to pull his hardened cock out of his pants and boxer briefs. You whined through Loki at the loss of contact, then moaned despite him as Bucky slid inside. You fit so nicely around him. So warm and tight, he gave you a couple moments to adjust once he bottomed out, then began to move. Slowly at first, relishing every gasp and moan that escaped your mouth. He reached down, starting to toy with one of your breasts, Loki’s hand quickly finding the other as his pace quickened.

“B-Buck– I mean Sir, pleeassse, so much . . . it’s so much I dunno . . .”

“You’re okay, Sweetheart, just one more for me, okay? Just one more. You’re doing so good, baby girl, just one more. Are you green?”

“Y-yeah, Green. Ahh!” you gasp as he picks up the pace, desperate for his own release as well as yours. As soon as you started tightening around him, it was over. Bucky came, and he came hard. He heard you scream his name, followed by a string of profanities. Breathing hard, he leans down and plants a tender kiss on your lips.

“There’s my good girl, you did so well for me.”

Loki had taken you to the shower to clean up. The bathroom was definitely Loki’s domain, Bucky didn’t know much about care products. Bucky grabbed the takeout he had ordered while Loki had his fun, set up the pillow fort in the living room, and queued up netflix. He heard you and Loki erupt into laughter, and he couldn’t help but smile. How someone like him had found two people that not only made him feel normal but loved – like he belonged, he’d never know. Even if nothing else made sense, he knew one thing. Even if your Triad was an unconventional relationship, he had found his family. Nothing could ever take you two away from him, and if anyone ever tried to use you to get to one of the Avengers, he had a partner in Loki who would help him burn the world to bring you home.

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hiii can you please write a very angsty stucky x reader where they ignore her for days after a fight but it ends in fluff after the reader breaks down in front of them and they ask sorry and realize they were being too immature **sorry if this is too specific

Terrible Tabloid Talk

Pairing: stucky x reader

Warnings: heavy angst to heavy fluff, arguments, gross tabloid gossip, the media suck’s

Summary: reader is an actress and some tabloid gossip makes the happy throuple have a bad argument

You were walking home when you saw it in the corner of your eyes. You normally didn’t pay attention to the tabloids and gossip, but you had to give some glance to this one. The new headline was that you and the costar of your new film were supposedly dating, problem was, you were secretly in a relationship with the two best guys in the world, Steve and Bucky. The avengers all knew of course, you lived there after all, but the rest of the world had no clue.

After seeing the magazines, you rushed home, hoping the guys hadn’t seen them and you could explain before they jumped to conclusions. You started running and sped up to your shared floor. There you found the guys with peeved, obviously angry faces. “Loves, please let me explain.” They said nothing but shrugged off your advances at hugs and kisses, ignoring your ask at time to explain it was untrue.

You tried to show your apology by making them dinner, their favorite, but they didn’t even take one look at the food, the guys grabbed a sandwich and watched a movie all cuddled together. You watched sadly from the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner and doing the dishes.

You hoped that, that night you would be able to make up with cuddles and pillow talk. To your dismay, when you tried to go to bed, you found the door locked and a pillow with a blanket outside the door, along with your laptop for work. You let out a small cry, and headed to Nat’s room, hoping your best friend would still be up.

When you got there you found her missing, after a quick ask to Friday, you found out her and Wanda, your other bestie, were on a impromptu mission. You shed a few more tears at the fact your friends weren’t there to help comfort you. Not knowing what to do, but knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep, you took your laptop to the common room and got to work on answering emails and throwing yourself into your work, the same work that got you into this mess.

The next morning, you headed up to grab some more clothes and you saw Bucky and Steve acting all lovey dovey in the kitchen making breakfast. How you longed for those kisses, or even just a hug from them. You did your best to ignore eye contact. Walking swiftly to get a few pairs of clothes. Afterwards, you walked out to see they had made pancakes, something they only did with you, it was something you only did all together. It saddened you even more and you had to run out of there before the tears overcame you.

The couch was uncomfortable and you were cold without your 2 personal heaters, no matter how many blankets you put over you. That night you put yourself to sleep with your cries, tears streaming down your face staining your blankets. Nat and Wanda were supposed to be back the next day so that helped you sleep a little better knowing your friends would be back to help you.

You woke up and your boyfriends were still ignoring you, you were now going on day 3, counting the day they found out. You all went to the landing pad to greet bay and Wanda and Nat. You stood on the opposite side as your boys which the rest of the team found odd as you were normally on top of each other, but they kept their mouths shut.

Nat and Wanda walked out and immediately ran to you. They could tell in an instant that something was wrong. As they hugged you they whispered to meet in Nat’s room. After saying hi to the others, everyone dispersed and you met the gals in the planned area.

“So what the hell happened!?!” Wanda asked concerned while at the same time Nat seethed, “what did they do?” You explained how they were ignoring you for the tabloid gossip that wasn’t true. They immediately took your side, saying Bucky and Steve were being unreasonable not even letting you try to explain. They promised to take you shopping tomorrow to try some retail therapy, and Nat told you, you were allowed to stay in her room till the boys came to their senses.

Sleeping next to Nat was better than being alone on the couch, but it was no where near as comfy as sleeping near Bucky and Steve. The next day, as promised, the girls took you to the mall and you all had a good day. Or what would’ve been a good day if everything didn’t remind you of your super soldiers. The pretzels that were Bucky’s favorites, the Captain America collection at Target, the books in the bookstore about world war 2, it all made you want to cry. You held it together though, at least until you made it home.

That night you needed to get your emotions out, and the best way you knew how was to take a note from Steve’s book, hitting stuff. You went down to the gym and started pounding on a punching bag. Slowly your emotions came pouring out. After a little you started bawling, tears streaming down your face. Friday must’ve been worried about you and notified your emergency contacts, who were still Steve and Bucky, because you heard their voice for the first time in 3 days. “Doll?”

You turned around and through your blurry, tear stained vision you saw your boys standing their, tired, like they just woke up. You broke down, falling to your knees, the tears falling harder, through the tears you cried, “I’m so sorry, please, I, I can’t do this anymore, I didn’t go on a date with him, the tabloids spun lunch with a costar, a friend, into something more, please, believe me, I, I love you both so much, I’m so sorry.” Both men moved to your side immediately, feeling so remorseful. They didn’t care what happened anymore, logically they realized now, you would never cheat on them, and the tabloids always spun things out of control.

They sat there, consoling you, promising they still loved you, and apologizing for being immature. They held onto you tightly, a few tears falling from their own eyes. After you had calmed enough, the boys wanted to take you somewhere more comfortable where you could rest before you all talked. They carried you up to bed and placed you in the middle, circling themselves around you. You slept better than you had in the past 3 days, feeling warm and at home.

When you woke up, Steve and Bucky were still right there with you. “Hey doll, come ‘ere, come cuddle please?” You scooted into Bucky’s awaiting arms and nuzzled into him. “We still gotta talk mister. You and Steve made pancakes without me!” Bucky chuckled a little, and responded, “I know we do doll, I know, just missed out on my cuddles, and I got some apologizing to do, don’t I?”

After you had all woken up, and the guy’s sexy morning voice was gone, you didn’t need that distracting you from the task at hand, you all sat up and decided to have to inevitable talk.

“Doll, we want to start off by saying sorry for not giving you a chance to tell us what actually happened, and for being so immature about it.” Steve started. “We should’ve never let it get as far as it did, and we should’ve realized from the beginning that the tabloids always look for drama,” Bucky continued. You gave them both hugs, “thank you both, and I promise you guys, it wasn’t a date, it was just a lunch with Josh to go over the next few scenes in the movie. There has to be something though loves, something there that would make you think I might do something like that, is everything alright? Am I doing something wrong?”

The guys quickly turned sheepish. “Stevie, Buck, I promise, I won’t get mad or break up with you no matter what you say right now, I want to fix it if I’m doing something,” you gave them both a kiss for reassurance. “Well doll, it’s not all your fault either, it’s just, we aren’t spending as much time together,” Bucky braved. “Again doll, not only on you, it’s our fault too, we’ve been gone on a lot of missions lately.” You smiled sadly, glad they told you. “Well then, after this movie I am going to take a break and not take any more roles for a while, to spend more time with my boys.” Both soldier’s faces lit up. “And we promise to scale back on the number of missions doll, thank you.” “Now come ‘ere guys, I missed out on my cuddles for like 3 days!” You pulled both guys back down into the mattress for cuddles.

A few seconds later, both guys tried moving their hands down low, trying to start something. You swatted Bucky’s hand away from your short’s waistband and Steve from your shirt hemline. “Nope, you guys don’t get to do that yet, I’m still angry at you both for making pancakes without me, that was a special thing for only when we were all home.” The guys saddened a little but understood. “We are sorry doll, really, and we understand.” Bucky apologized again. “Can we still get kisses though?” Steve asked shyly. You nodded and pulled them in for a kiss each, “you can always have kisses. Love you both.” “Love you too doll, and as a sorry for the pancakes we’ll make some of your favorite pancakes tomorrow, and we’ll watch your favorite movie while cuddled on the couch, and your favorite dinner at that one place” Bucky started listing. “And…” you prompted, “and we’ll get you flowers and that candy you like, and give you a massage” Steve continued, “and…” you jokingly tried, not expecting anything more. “And we’ll go to Coney Island and make Steve ride the cyclone,” Bucky added, to Steve’s dismay. “And we’ll get the matching shirts you like but Bucky doesn’t ,” Steve retorted. You started laughing and then the guys knew something was up. “Doll…what’s going on…” you smiled at them.

“Jokes on you two, I would’ve forgiven you for the pancake thing after movie and cuddles.” The guys looked dumbfounded. But right as they opened their mouths to take it all back you added, “nope! Can’t take it back, it’s too late now.” You placed a kiss on each one’s lips and cuddled into them both. “Does that mean?” Steve asked suggestively. “Not until after I’ve gotten my pancakes and movie at least.”

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