this one's for you nat

dating bucky barnes would include...
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dating bucky barnes would include;

- lazy good morning kisses

- being called his “doll”, and an assortment of other dorky nicknames and pet-names

- visiting vintage cafés and restaurants together

- semi-possessive hugs

- movie nights and netflix binges when he has nightmares

- picking out the worst romcom you can, cuddling on the couch together under a fleece blanket

- laughing so hard you tire yourself out, falling asleep wrapped in one another’s arms on the couch

- cute diy projects and ikea frustration

- learning russian so you can make fun of tony, in front of said genius billionaire playboy philanthropist

- nat being the only one who can understand you two, and joining in sometimes

-  at first, when he’s trying to teach you russian, he can’t stop laughing because you sound so cute trying to pronounce the words

- when you inevitably tell him off for it, he just laughs a bit more and pulls you into a big hug, murmuring into your hair that he’s sorry but he can’t hold back the giggles because you sound so darn cute

- calling him “sergeant”

- being the only one allowed to call him “james”

- helping him pull pranks on sam

- being steve’s bffffffffl

- lots of tiny, cute, and random gifts

- not training together because he gets kinda hot and bothered

- never going on missions unless you’re together, because you need to make sure you’re both safe

- drinking coffee together, and having one another’s orders perfectly memorized

- surprising each other with dates

- constant hugging

- scary movies

- lots of cuddling

- sharing your deepest secrets

- sometimes, in the middle of the night, you’re both lying awake in bed because of the nightmares

- you’re always the first to move; you lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat

- he hugs you after a bit and you both drift off; it’s pure bliss

- staying in bed for hours after you wake up

- sneaking pictures of him when he’s not paying attention

- putting his hair in a man bun

- some days, he lets you braid it

- being the center of his attention

- being bucky’s absolute best friend, no matter what


LISTEN…. i love everything about this dialog but the part that absolutely blew my mind was just… tony wondering if ultron can still be good…… listen to me…. this is something i miss so much in both the mcu and most comics nowadays…. my son… the guy who would hire ex-convicts without looking at their records at all… the guy who would wax lyrical about the value of second chances with minimal prompting… the guy who was manipulated by villains multiple times exactly because he was so intense about Believing That People Can Get Better… the guy who fell in love with villains multiple times…. the guy who refused to kill based on the premise that everyone deserves a chance to turn themselves around… the guy who looked at the system that fostered a crime instead of condemning the criminal…. the guy who hasn’t given up on you even after you gave up on yourself… listen……. LISTEN….. MY SON……..

P L U S that delicious contextual layer of ULTRON HAS HIS BRAINWAVES SO REALLY TONY’S WORRIES ALSO TIE BACK TO THE HOPES HE HAS FOR HIMSELF AND HIS SELF-IMAGE and anyway this event is 739283629x better than the actual movie it’s based on lmao

  • Me: I still think the whole Clint-family twist in aou was kinda shitty.
  • Also Me: *thinks about Buckynat being "Auntie Nat and Uncle Bucky"*
  • Me: 👀✔️✔️‼️💯❗️❤️✔️👀💯💯💯‼️

when the boys wear their glaive outfits 

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

So my family recently started a game and in order to get us all in the same town, the DM arranged a tournament in a town. While figuring out where we all were going to sleep, our rouge ® and my wizard (W) go to the tavern at separate times.

R OCC: How crowded is the bar?

DM: Since the tournament is tomorrow, it’s packed. The barkeep and owner both look frazzled and the waitstaff are running around like crazy. 

Two turns later, I enter the tavern asking for a room since the inn is crowded.

DM: Look at this place, there are many people who want a room.

W: I am willing to work in order to sleep.

DM: Again, there are many people who will work. Not to mention I have all the help I need.

W: Well, considering how stressed you look and how your staff is running around, I say you might need the help.

One nat 20 later, I got the owners bed in exchange for a nights work.

Stucky is cute, staron is cute, clintasha is cute, romanogers is cute, samsteve is cute, sambucky is cute, scarletwidow is cute, Sam x Nat is cute, natsharon is cute, steggy is cute, scarletamerica is cute, winterwitch is cute, brucenat is cute, pepperony is cute, scarletvision is cute, Tony x Rhodey is cute, t'chucky is cute, they’re all cute!

What’s not cute is leaving hate in the tags or spreading negativity about a particular ship for no valid reason, so let’s all just please try to not bring others down, and spread some more positivity and love in the fandom (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


I’m grounded. The suit’s down. Sorry, Cap.
Don’t worry, I got it.

Ease My Mind - Part 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that.

Warnings: violence

A/N: i really really really love this part…. hopefully you guys do as well! theres only one or two parts left in this series :( im gonna try and make them good ones for you all :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Nat waits until you’re both in position for your recon mission before bringing it up. It’s hot as balls in Jakarta and you pulled the short straw, so you’re stationed outside on a rooftop with your sniper rifle digging into your shoulder while Nat gets to watch from an air conditioned hotel room. You’re surveying an influential businessman who has expressed a little too much interest in AIM, and you’re already getting sick of watching this guy eat his expensive lunch and throw back whiskey like it’s water with his other rich businessman friends.

With sweat dripping in your eyes and your rifle scope fogging up, you’re really not in the mood to examine your colossal fuck up back at the Compound. Nat has other ideas.

“Sooooo,” she drawls over comms, halfway through hour two of recon. You sigh. At least you got an hour and a half of peace before the interrogation started. “Care to explain why you kissed Bucky like you’re a suburban married couple?”

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Eavesdropping (Bucky x reader)

 ( pls dont worry about me im just bein an attention hoe thanks )

               Word count: 800

        You were lying around in the tower when your music suddenly stopped flowing in your ears and you could hear the conversation going on between Natasha and Buck. You were lying on the couch, and you could literally hear them talking in the kitchen. The conversation was blunt, but they were convinced that you were listening to your music and napping, not eavesdropping.

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how to get your genius boyfriend to eat
  • Bucky style -
  • Bucky: You need to eat, Tony. It's been [insert ridiculous number of hours here] since you last ate something. I'll force it down your throat if I have to.
  • Tony: Can't. Really busy. I'm almost done. Give me one more hour and then I'll eat, promise.
  • Bucky: ...fine, one hour.
  • Nat style -
  • Natasha: You need to eat, Tony. Now.
  • Tony: Can't. Really bu-
  • Natasha: *eyes narrow slightly*
  • Tony & Bucky: ....well mark us down as scared, horny and hungry.
  • Natasha: Dinner first. It's fettuccine night.
  • Tony & Bucky: Yes, dear.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex (yes, lady x lady sex can also endin bad shit, so take care of yourself), bit of swearing? Natasha being a sinnamon roll as usual.

Hey I love your writing! Could you please do a smutty reader x nat one shot where nat invites the reader over to do yoga with her and when the reader gets there she realises that nat does nude yoga and encourages the reader to try it and then after they get turned on and end up having sex? Thank you xx

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Originally posted by lukeskwlkr

You followed the instructions Natasha had given you earlier to get to her place, and as you entered her condo, you realized that this was the first time you had seen the spy outside the avenging context. Surely you had gone out drinking more than once, but it was always after a long day or with the rest of the team. You smiled to yourself as you parked outside her house; you felt honored. There weren’t many people who could say they were invited by the Black Widow to her house.

She welcomed you and took you to her training room. It was a large room with a window so big that it didn’t need any more lighting. She told you to get comfortable while she grabbed her stuff from her bedroom, but when she came back, she was wearing a silk robe and grabbing her mat under her arm. Her hair was tied in a half bun that let her curls fall freely over her shoulders but not on her face. She left the robe on a hanger near the door and your heart skipped a bit.

“Uhh… Nat?” you ask nervously as you see the redhead place her mat on her wooden floor. This wasn’t what called your attention; instead, the fact that she was wearing nothing but her birthday suit. Nothing, nada. She looked at you with a confused expression, and tilting her head to the side she said.


“You’re not gonna wear… anything?”

“I don’t- oh!” she opened her eyes and started to laugh so sweetly that you actually felt very silly for asking about her garment. Not like you minded having her naked in front of you; the woman was gorgeous and that was about it, but it was slightly awkward because it was the very first time you had ever seen her like that, and it was growing on you. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I do nude yoga” she explained it as if it was the most normal thing in the word, “you’ll find it more enriching; besides, after days and days of wearing that stupid suit I don’t want to see any tight clothing ever again.” She rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, she had a point. “Why don’t you try it with me?”

“You sure?” you asked back, feeling reluctant to the mere thought of getting naked next to her, “I don’t think that’s a very good idea”

“Oh don’t be silly” she smiled and waved her hand in a careless motion, but this smile was tainted with bad intentions. “Is just that it isn’t fair that I’m naked and you’re not. So, come on, take those off” she pointed at your whole body, referring to your sports bra and your yoga pants. You took a deep breath and started undressing. The warm on your cheeks spread throughout your body and you felt her eyes fixed on you. “That’s way better” she smiled pleased when you finished folding your pants.

She led the session and as much as you tried, you couldn’t help to look at her and every little detail on her skin. There were small marks that looked like scars and perhaps it was just that you were too attentive to everything she did, but it was the first time you had seen them, even though you had seen her in little clothing.

Her breathing was steady, and her chest heaved each time she took in a deep breath. You watched her breasts move each time she posed, and must have been staring at her for enough time to make her notice.

“Dude, stop it already” Natasha placed her hands on her hips and gave you a scolding look. She wasn’t mad; not at all. She loved the attention she was getting from you, and truth be told, inviting you over to practice yoga was a scheme of hers to end up doing other things. “I have the strange feeling that you’re not into yoga anymore”

“No, sorry” you shook your head, “I didn’t mean to stare but…”

“It’s ok” she shrugged, “it’s not like I invited you to strictly do this…” she pursed her lips in a thin, mischievous grin, “and don’t think I haven’t noticed your body… krasotka” you weren’t so bad at languages, and you surely had picked up some of what Natasha said on a daily basis. Her pet name made you bit your bottom lip, because she said it so wickedly that it was impossible not to feel turned on by it. The way her accent spilled in her single word was enough.

Out of a sudden, she was in front of you and placing kisses on your cheek and moving down to your jawline. Her strong hands held yours as her soft and plump lips gently crashed against your skin. Your breath got caught in your throat as she went down your neck, chest and stomach. She was already on your knees before you could tell.

By then, it had no use to resist her charms or caressing; you didn’t want to resist either. You got on your knees and grabbed the sides of her head to kiss her lips impatiently. You needed her as much as she needed you; your tongues mapped each other’s mouths and they swirled in one another. Her hands, once intertwined with yours, now held your waist tightly and moved all over your back and your lower back, grabbing a handful of your ass that would make you gasp.

She gently overpowered you and made you lie down on your back. She straddled your hips as she lowered down again to have full control of you. She pinned one of your wrists above your head and with her free hand, she moved one of your legs to the side so she could place one of hers in between yours; after getting what she wanted, she pinned your other wrist down and rolled her hips sluggishly.

Her lips were still glued to yours and you loved each second of her, dominating you. She knew exactly what to do and where to touch, and for a small second you wondered how much practice she had, but the thoughts were soon fading away when you felt pressure on your folds. It wasn’t a hand that was making you whimper, it was her strategically placed knee that was moving against you.

She noticed how much you were enjoying it by the look on your face and the barely audible noises you let out. Her lips went down your neck again but this time they stopped on your collarbone to suck on your hot skin; just when she felt like the mark wouldn’t leave you for a few days, she decided to parsimoniously work your breasts.

At first, she kissed around your hardened nipple, tugging her teeth on your skin while her knee still teased your throbbing folds. She let go of one of your wrist and her long fingers roamed down, moving on your stomach and ending their journey on your clit.

Fuck” you whispered quietly when she started circling your bud; she looked up to you from your breasts and smiled naughtily.

Her motions became slightly faster, and when she freed your other wrist, she took her hand to tease your entrance that needed her so badly. It was the first time that the innocent flirting with Natasha ended up in something so real; she was feeling you whole and you loved every minute of it. Her hands that tightly grabbed bad guys and knocked them out, now felt like soft feathers on your body.

She left your breasts to keep her way down, tenderly biting her way down to your soaked folds. She blew some air to your core and you arched your back off from the floor, curling your toes and fingers in the process. You saw her butt lifting as she lowered her torso in between your legs. Out of a sudden, you felt the pressure of a pair of lips that enclosed your clit, and when she started sucking, that was when you lost it.

You intertwined your fingers in her hair and kept her well secured in between your legs as she held on for dear life to your hips. You felt a million times amplified every single movement of her mouth against you; the way her tongue parted your folds and how it teased your entrance, or the way her lips moved and explored your soaked pussy, tasting every inch of you.

No matter how much you resisted or how much she tried to keep you in place, your hips bucked violently as the orgasm was coming your way. It was animalistic, numbing, dizzying, and if you put it as satisfactory, it was an understatement. Natasha helped your ride your orgasm slowing down the motions of her caressing until her lips were on your inner thighs as if she was soothing you after that extreme high.

Once you were more or less recovered, you looked at her with your mouth still hanging open; she still had that smirk. Her lips were red and seemed a little swollen. You lifted your torso and helped get up on her knees again. You two stayed in silence as your lips found each other again. One of your hands went down to find she was soaked as well, and so it was time to thank her for inviting you over for yoga.

I’m by your side

(A/N): I love fics like this 

Request:Can you do a fluffy Natasha imagine where you’re Nat’s girlfriend and one night you were crying in your sleep due to having a nightmare about Nat dying until Nat rushes to your bedroom and comfort you with hugs and kisses before you and Nat fall asleep while cuddling with each other?

Warnings: some nightmares, mentions of death

Tags: @mcuimxgine

Originally posted by loveholic198

    There was nothing you could do, you were tied down gagged, beaten to a bloody pulp and now there was nothing to do, no energy to fight back against the horrors of what were to come. 

     "Please,“ you sobbed through the blindfold in your mouth. "Please don’t do this,” all you got was a harsh smack to your already swelling face and a whispered threat. 

     "Shut the hell up,“ some man growled, his hand in your hair yanking you back, hard. You whimpered in pain but mostly in fear, in fear of what they were going to do to your sweet Nat. She too, lay before you, much more beaten, blood oozing from every hole in her face, her body beginning to bruise from all the abuse. Despite all this she gives you a little smile, just a quick quirk of her lip, just enough to show you that she was still conscious enough to know what was going on. 

    "She’s a traitor to her own kind, she sold us out, closed down our business,” Some man walks around her, a bat in hand, the end of it covered in both of your guys’s blood. “And she’s gonna pay,” The man with the bat smirked before bringing it down upon Nat’s head. The sickening crunch had you sobbing a chant of her name, a string of “Nat’s” over and over again. But the man didn’t stop there, he brought the bat down again and again until one side of Nat’s head was completely bashed in, blood coating the warehouse floor. 

    The man, satisfied with his work turns to look at you, smirking madly.

    “Now it’s your turn-” he takes one step towards you before you suddenly jolt awake, sitting up rigidly in your bed. 

    You clutch the sheets tightly to your chest, swear covering every inch of your skin and tear cascading down your face. You tried to convince yourself it was all a dream but when you reached out to Nat’s side of the bed she wasn’t there. There was no familiar warmth, no pleasant weight settled there, no soft snoring like you were used to and then you were falling deeper into that hole, that pit of pure fear and anguish. 

   You can’t help yourself when you begin calling for Nat, sobbing her name as you curl in on yourself. 

    “Nat!” You yell in between sobs, your entire body shaking with the effort. “Natasha!” At your second cry the door to your bedroom Immediately swings open, a very concerned Natasha standing there. 

     "(Y/N) what’s wrong? What happened?“ You sob loudly, reaching out for her because there was no way your legs were going to work at the moment. Immediately Nat rushes to your side, enveloping you in the tightest and warmest hug you’d ever received. ”(Y/N), baby, what’s wrong?“ She whispers frantically as she runs a hand over your hair, attempting to soothe you. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" 

     "Y-Y-You’re alive,” you sob, clinging to her even tighter. 

     "Of course I’m alive baby, why wouldn’t I-“ Nat pauses, her words coming to a stop as she comes to a realization. "Did you have another nightmare?” You nod frantically, sobbing even harder against her shoulder. “Oh baby,” she whispers, holding you a bit softer, much to your dismay. “It’s okay, it wasn’t real-”

     "I-I-It felt s-so real,“ you cry, the images of her bashed in skull only making you sob harder.

     "You’re gonna make yourself throw up,” she whispers, beginning to run a hand up and down your back. “You need to calm down sweetheart, take a deep breath with me,” You attempt to breath in with her but a sob gets in the way, causing your breath to hitch. “That’s okay,” Nat nods a bit, “you’re doing better though. Can you do it again for me?” You do it again and again and again until your breathing had evened out, only a few hiccups every now and then. “Okay,” Nat whispers, her hand still rubbing up and down your back. “So you had a nightmare, that right?” You nod against her, sniffling weakly. “Do you wanna talk-” you immediately shake your head no, your breath hitching at the thought of having to retell the story of what happened. “Okay, that’s okay,” Nat quickly reassures, “well then, is there anything I can do to help?” You nod your head immediately, the movement causing your aching head to hurt even worse. 

     "S-stay with me, p-please,“ Nat nods, immediately letting you go only to slide in bed next to you. You cling to her like a koala, making sure she wasn’t going anywhere.

     "I’m sorry I left you,” she whispers, brushing back some of the hair from your eyes. “I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake you up with the TV," 

     "Y-You’re not g-going to leave a-again, are you?” Nat immediately shakes her head, gripping you a bit tighter. 

     "No baby, I’m not leaving you, I’m gonna stay right here as long as you need me,“ You nod your head, sighing against her shakily. It was okay, everything was okay. You had Nat in your arms, she wasn’t leaving, her head was intact as far as you could tell, everything was alright. 

    "I’m not leaving you,” Nat states with an air of finality, all the while pressing a reassuring yet firm kiss against your forehead. “Go to sleep my love, I’ll be okay,” and you believed her, so long as you had her by your side you believed her.

Keep it or Leave it (Part 7)

Prompt: When an early bird and a womanizer are roommates, they come up with a scheme that favors both of them. But some things are not as clear as they seem

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think of… 
*If you do feel triggered by something, let me know so I can add here and warn other readers!

Word Count: 705

Author’s Note: As always, if you see any words that could/should be replaced or sentences that could be better put together please feel free to point it out! English is not my first language and this will help me improve ;)

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Originally posted by crinkledeyes

Monday morning worked as you expected. No one saw you with Steve’s shirt at the gym and Nat was already waiting for you at work when you arrived

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