tony x bruce

Gone - Part 3

@ mayfeather27  here’s part 3!!

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You are now six months pregnant, and are currently living in Tony’s mansion in Ireland. You and Natasha were preparing for the rest of the Avengers to visit. New York was quiet and Tony had gotten the Fantastic Four to agree to watch over the city while they were away.

“Y/N! What are you doing? Let me get that” Tasha called out

You chuckle and squat down anyway, picking up your phone from where you dropped it. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid, Tasha”

The spy stopped beside you, “You could hurt yourself if you fall, and Thor isn’t here to bring you to the hospital”

“I’m not going to fall, and even if I did, I’m a Super Soldier, I’m pretty sure this body could take a fall. Just give it another month or so and you’ll get tires of having to pick everything up for me”

“I’ll never get tired of preserving your help, Сестра”

Sir and the rest of the Avengers have just arrived

Out of habit you look up to the ceiling, “Thanks, JARVIS”

You are quite welcome, Ms. Y/N. May I inquire on the state of your child?

“Now, I know that you have systems that monitor me all day, so you already know how the baby’s doing”

While that is true, I cannot gauge the activity of the child, or how you are feeling

“The baby’s really active today, and I’m fine, a little tired, but fine”

Thank you, Ms. Y/N. I will inform the doctor of your condition

“Thanks, JARVIS”

Before either you or Natasha can move, the door bursts open and Tony walks in. when he catches sight of you he runs forward, intending to scoop you into a hug, but Tasha steps in his way

“No, Tony. You cannot be too rough with her. I will not stand for any of you to injur Y/N or the baby”

“Well it’s good to know that some things never change” Clint calls out, tossing his duffle bag onto the hallway floor

“You may be my best friend, Clint, but if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you”

“Tasha” you snap, she immediately stiffens and glances back at you, “Stop threatening them, they are on vacation. You and Thor are going to have to get used to other people touching me and my stomach.”

Tony steps around Natasha and gives you a gentle hug. “I missed you, Y/N, I haven’t had anyone to watch cheesy horror movies with”

“Well, if you’re staying until the end of the pregnancy then we’ll have plenty of time to catch up”

You pull away from Tony and walk toward Bruce, “Hello, Bruce”

Bruce blushes, “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hello, Hulk”

Bruce’s eyes flash green, “He missed you, too. There hasn’t been a code green since you left. I was wondering if we could go outside and he could …”

Ever since you had joined the Avengers you had made it your goal to bring Bruce and Hulk closer. You had wanted them to understand each other. Eventually Hulk had calmed, would only come out if Bruce wanted him to, or if he was needed. There were practically no more unwanted transformations, and Bruce was a hell of a lot happier than he had been before.

“I’d love to see Hulk, maybe after dinner?”

“Yeah, I’d really like that”

Captain Rogers and Thor are requesting assistance at the quinjet

“Never mind, JARVIS, we got it” Steve called

“Steve!” You quickly waddle over and hug the other Super Soldier, “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, Y/N” Steve gently holds you at arm’s length, “Wow, I think you’ve gotten even bigger since the last time we video chatted”

You chuckle, “Yeah, the baby just keeps on growing!”

Steve’s face suddenly falls, “I’m so sorry, Y/N”

You look up at him, confused, “Why are you sorry? You just got here”

Steve sighs softly, squaring his shoulders, “I told Bucky about the pregnancy”

You choke, your eyes widening in horror, “Steve …”

“I didn’t tell him where you were, or where we were going, but he saw one of the pictures that you sent us. He was furious, calling you names for going and getting you knocked up right after your breakup. I just got so angry, we ended up in a huge fight. I shouted at him that the baby was his” Steve locks eyes with you, “I’m so sorry”

You lift a trembling hand up to your mouth, “I think I need to sit down” You whisper.

Immediately Tasha takes you by the elbow and leads you to the living room, gently sitting you down on the couch. “James has been looking for you for about a month and he hasn’t found us yet. Please calm down, worrying isn’t good for the baby”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew. Steve called me as soon as Bucky stormed out of the Tower. JARVIS has been keeping track of which Houses he’s been to already”

“I didn’t want Bucky to know about the baby” You look up at Tasha, frantically grabbing her arm, “I don’t want him to take my baby away! You guys can’t let him take my baby”

Steve sits down beside you, “If he even tries to get to you, he’ll have to go through all of us”

You nod quietly and look up at everyone in the room. All of them were nodding along with what Steve had said, “Thank you guys. I think I want to take a nap, I hope you guys don’t mind”

“Go ahead, we’ll start making dinner, and get settled in”

“Thanks, I’ll be up in a little while”

Steve gently pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Let JARVIS know if you need anyone, we’ll all be right here”

Another month has passed and you are rapidly approaching your eighth month of pregnancy. It was getting increasingly difficult to walk around without someone hovering over you. Currently Bruce and Thor were out grocery shopping, Tony and Steve were talking to Phil and getting an update on New York, and Natasha and Clint were playing Mario Kart in the living room. This left you as the only one to answer the door when someone knocks.

“Gimme a minute! I’m moving as fast as I can!” You call out

Ms. Y/N, Ms. Natasha has been alerted to the knock. She has asked me to tell you not to open the door

You chuckle and take a step away from the door “Alright, not need to get nervous, JARVIS. I just wanted to see who it was”

Natasha walks up behind you and grabs the door handle. She pulls the door open about two inches and glances at the person on the other side. As soon as she sees the visitor, Tasha slams the door shut again.

“Go up to your room, Y/N” Tasha growls, pulling out one of her knives. It’s so rare for her to look anxious that is immediately puts you on edge.

“Who was it?” You whisper, dread beginning to fill you

“Сестра, please …”

You step forward and grab the door handle, “Move, Tasha”

Surprisingly she obeys, stepping away from the door, her shoulders hunching slightly in defeat. You throw the door open and freeze when you make eye contact with the person on the other side of the door.

James Buchanan Barnes stood there, his eyes sweeping up and down your body, zeroing in on your protruding stomach.

“Bucky …” His name nothing more than a breath.

He raises his eyes to yours, “Steve wasn’t lying, you really are pregnant”

You nod quietly, “Yeah, I am”

Bucky gently nudged you back inside and steps into the mansion, “Do you know how hard it was to find you? No one would tell me anything, and then they all just left. Eventually I just started going out to all of the properties that Tony owns. I’m sorry it took so long to find you, but JARVIS refused to be any help”

You could feel the shock wear off, and anger rise up to take its place. “That’s what you’re sorry for?!? For taking too long to find me!? Did you ever think that I didn’t want to be found? You left me! I didn’t want you to know about the baby! I didn’t want to force you to stay with me! Our child deserves more than that!” By the end of your rant you can feel tears flowing down your face. Tasha steps forward and hands you a tissue.

“The stress is not good for the baby, Y/N, you need to calm down” While Tasha was extremely gently with you, she rained down all her anger onto Bucky. “How dare you show your face here, Barnes! You think you can just show up and everything will be alright?!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N” Tears were filling Bucky’s eyes, “I had to leave you, I didn’t have a choice. That day at the café Rumlow called me, he demanded that I end our relationship. He threatened to kill you, to take you back to HYDRA. He had a gun trained on you, and I couldn’t disobey. If I had you might have been killed.”

“If you think that excuse is enough, then you are wrong” Tasha growls

Bucky wasn’t listening to her though; he was only looking at you. “By the time I tracked him down and destroyed the facility, you were gone. I went back to the Tower to get some help. That was where I saw the picture of you pregnant. I just got so angry that I started calling you names and then Steve told me that the baby was mine. That was when I realized why HYDRA wanted you so badly.” Bucky let out a soft sob, “He wouldn’t tell me where you were. And then when I went back a week later everyone was gone and JARVIS wouldn’t tell me where they went. I managed to track then here, to you.” Bucky drops down onto his knees and grabs your hands, “Do you – do you think you could ever forgive me?”

You sigh quietly, “I don’t know, Bucky. I hurt when you left, it felt like you didn’t even care, like I meant nothing to you”

“I know, and I’ll do anything to make up for that! Just – please give me a second chance. I’d never have left you if I had the choice, I just didn’t see any way out of it”

“One chance, Bucky, only one, that’s all you get”

Bucky peppers kisses all over your hand, “Thank you, thank you, thank you …”

“You have to get everyone else to forgive you too, Bucky” you tell him, Bucky nods frantically, “One mistake Buck, one, and you’re gone”

“I promise, Y/N. I promise I’ll do anything to make it up to you”

“I’ve already accepted your apology, it’s the others that you have to worry about”

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Does anyone have a name suggestion?

Tony: Bucky, are you trying to say you love me? 

Bucky: What? 

Tony: I love you, too. 

Bucky: You do? When did this…? 

Tony: [to Steve, Thor, Bruce and Natasha] Bucky loves me, I love him! 

Bucky: Oh, my God. 

Tony: You guys love us and we love you. 

Steve, Thor, Bruce and Natasha: We love you, Bucky! 

Avengers Preference – Young Avengers

Tony:

Steve:

Bruce:

Clint:

Sam:

Peter:

Pietro:

Thor:

Loki:

Bucky:

A/N: They’re actually so cute i can’t!

It'll Last Longer (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One-Shot

It’ll Last Longer: It’ll Last Longer -
After being gifted a Polaroid camera, Bucky becomes infatuated with taking pictures. Reader finds out that Bucky likes to take pictures of her, leading them to discovering Bucky’s camera kink.

A/N: BOI I HOPE YALL HAVE HOLY WATER LMAO. I may or may not have gotten carried away with this one, but here it is! Pls excuse any errors or misspelling I get too excited when writing! ENJOY! ❤ -Delilah

(Warnings: Graphic details of sex and sex acts, Nude photography, Minor fluff, Kink shaming. Come-play. Minor humiliation.)

When Steve brought Bucky to the tower for the first time, you were curious about him. He was a bit reclusive. When you held out your hand for him to shake, he stared at it as if it were some kind of deadly insect. The man hardly looked at you more than twice after that. Steve assured you that Bucky did like you, it was just going to take some time for him to get used to being around females.

“He hasn’t seen a dame that wasn’t running for their life since back in the day,” he explained.

You understood completely, figuring if you just gave the poor guy some distance, he’d come around at some point. It was only the first day, so it was no big deal. You made sure to give him a smile each time you saw him and even exchanged good mornings at breakfast. It took a while, but he began coming out of his shell bit by bit.

However, nine months into his stay at the tower, Bucky still wasn’t ready to go on missions yet.

There were days when he was stuck at the tower by himself with absolutely nothing to do. He watched movies on Netflix, worked out in the magnificent gym, and even tried drawing like Steve did. But the boredom was becoming unbearable. That’s when Steve took it upon himself to get his best friend a hobby.

“What is this?” Bucky asks, curiously fiddling with the device in his hands.

“It’s a camera. Y/N used to have one growing up, so I figured you’d like it.”

Steve took the camera from his friend’s hands and turned it towards him. After a bright flash, the mechanical sound of the picture printing made Bucky’s eyes widen with shock. They watched as the small Polaroid picture ejected from the camera.

“Holy shit!” he gawked.

“Language, Buck.” Steve laughed and tossed the camera back to him.

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The camera became Bucky’s new obsession.

He began snapping pictures of small things at first. He got ones of the birds as they flew over the roof of the tower, he got some of Steve as he polished his shield in the armory, and he even managed to get some of Tony’s suits in his lab.

As time went on, and he came out of his shell bit by bit, he began taking pictures of the team
(with their permission of course.).

Everyone had gotten used to the small mechanical sounds of his Polaroid camera. He had a small collection of his team mates covering the walls of his room.

The ones of Sam consisted of the man doing everyday things like playing video games or singing along to Marvin Gaye. His favorite was the one he snapped of him wearing his wings right before a mission. His back was turned, the lighting casting a shadow over the mechanical wings, making it look like it belonged in some action movie poster.

The ones of Nat were mostly of her outside. He thought the sun made her hair look fiery and complimented her skin perfectly. He got some of her lounging by the pool as she read a book. Some were of her doing yoga on one of the mats by a large window in the gym. His favorite was the one he took a couple weeks ago; she and Steve were at the park and he managed to catch a photo of them kissing secretively. Bucky still smiles every time he sees it.

The ones of Clint consist of the archer doing the dorkiest things. There were far too many ones of him aiming one of his arrows at one of the team members, making silly faces behind their backs. There was some of him playing guitar hero dramatically and even one of him trying to balance a vast amount of graham crackers on his forehead; that one was Bucky’s personal favorite.

The ones he got of Wanda, usually Vision was there with her, and so he just combined the two of theirs into one section in his room. Most of their pictures consisted of them cooking in the kitchen (Vision finally learned how to properly make paprika!) with the two covered in flour and laughing. There was some of Vision by himself, putting together the many puzzles he owned or helping Tony in the lab. The ones of Wanda consisted of the woman sculpting clay with her powers (which became a hobby of her own.) and covered in various colors of paint from head to toe.

Somehow, he was able to get some selfies from Thor when he came down from Asgard. He got some of the demi god placing his hammer on Steve’s shield with Steve struggling underneath it. His favorite was the one he got of him calling Heimdall to open the portal.

The ones of Tony were almost always from afar. He still wasn’t comfortable with the man just yet, but that didn’t stop him from snapping a few pics of him as he tinkered away in his garage. And he has one of the men secretly playing the grand piano in his basement. He made sure to hide that one.

Out of all the pictures he had in his room, he found that the ones of you took up the most space. And for a totally valid reason. Bucky would take it to the grave if he had to.

He was a little bit obsessed with you. Just a little bit.

Some of the pictures of you consisted of you working out. He found you the most beautiful when you simply weren’t trying to be. Your eyebrows were drawn together in focus, your hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail, and you were completely unaware of your natural beauty. The other half were of you in your combat suit before a mission. There was something about your pre-mission aura that made you look amazing. You were standing next to Steve during a mission briefing, your eyes were focused on the paper in front of you. There were some of you doing your make up in the mirror of your bedroom, your hair in rollers as you applied a coat of mascara that you really didn’t need.

On top of all that, Bucky Barnes had a secret that nobody knew. He had an entire separate collection of Polaroids of you hidden in a small box underneath his bed and they were for his own eyes only. Steve had been the only one to notice that majority of the pictures Bucky took of you were ones in which you were wearing less clothing than usual. He nearly had a heart attack when the blond brought it up one day. But being the pure, wholesome soul Steve was, Bucky was able to argue that the pictures were taken in the summertime.

In the hidden box, there were various photos.

Some were of you in the swimming pool, wearing your bikini. The first picture was your breasts, he didn’t even bother to get your face into the shot. It was the first day of summer and it was your day off. The next picture was taken seconds later, but the shot was of your ass as you reached for the beer Nat was handing you. The material of the bottoms hugged around your curves amazingly, how could he not snap a picture?

The third photo was the main source of Bucky’s masturbating material, as it was a photo of you lying on one of the lounge chairs. The position Bucky was in gave him a perfect view of your clothed crotch. Your feet were planted on the chair, giving him the opportunity to snap the picture and slip it into his back pocket.

There was a second group of pictures from the one time the power went out during a thunderstorm, causing everything to shut down, even the water. Luckily for him, you were in the middle of a shower and had to step out into the common room wearing only a towel. He just HAD to get a picture of that. There were only two: One of you sitting on one of the stools. He purposely chose to sit on the couch to get a view of your slightly open legs, but alas, you crossed them as soon as he sat. The second one was of you crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly causing your breasts to push up.

The third stack was taken during a Halloween party that Tony was throwing. You decided to come dressed up a Little Red Riding Hood, wearing a rather revealing corset and skirt that showed off your legs. The entire night, Bucky stealthily followed you around, snapping picture after picture of you. There were some that he was able to get up your skirt as you re crossed your legs or bent over. He got some of your breasts as you leaned over the pool table and some of your mouth as you bit into one of the candy apples Wanda made. Steve couldn’t figure out why Bucky was grinning like an idiot as he walked back to his room after the party. To sum it up, Bucky had a very good time in his room that night.

There was the downside of it all, though.

Bucky was taking inappropriate pictures of you without your permission. When it all came down to it, he was technically a peeping tom. It was wrong, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop, not matter how perverted it was. It was almost like an addiction. He longed to finally get a picture of you completely exposed and vulnerable. It was his biggest fantasy.

But honestly, he would be terrified if you somehow ever found out about his little perverted game.

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Tony was perhaps the dumbest smart person you’ve ever known.

One of the greatest minds in the twenty first century, somehow managed to ‘accidentally’ cause a malfunction in one of his suits, causing it to exploded in his workshop. The same workshop that was right next to the giant air conditioning unit, causing the entire tower’s air conditioning to go out in the middle of July.

You were in the common area, trying to read one of your beloved Harry Potter books, despite the scorching heat coming from outside. You tried to go swimming, but that only made it worse, hence the sun was still directly beaming on you. Giving up, you toweled off and plopped onto the couch, flipping through your book.

After a while of flipping through the book, you got the sudden feeling of someone watching you. It was probably nothing, as you were the only person on the floor. You focused back on the words of your book, scanning the paragraph for the place you left off.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it never went away. In fact, it only got stronger. Glancing up from your book, you caught the sight of Bucky Barnes watching you intently from the small kitchen area. The way he was positioned, the average person wouldn’t have been able to spot him, but you had grown used to his stealth.

Setting your book down, you gave him a smile. How long had he been there? Bucky was a pretty cool guy from your encounters, but this was creeping you out a bit. He blinked a few times, before pretending to do something. Unsure of how else to handle the situation, you went back to your book, ignoring the intense gaze from the kitchen.

After finishing your book, you closed it and rolled onto your back. The bikini top you wore tightened around your chest, but you couldn’t find yourself to care the slightest bit. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really, really, missed the air conditioning.

For the second time that day, you felt the feeling of being watched creep its way into your mind. The sound of footsteps alerted you that you weren’t alone in the living room any more.

“Why don’t you take a picture, Barnes?” you tease, smirking. “It’ll last longer.”

Turning your head to the side, you caught the sight of Bucky peering down at you from behind the couch. In his hand was the small Polaroid camera you’d seen quite a bit. Trailing your eyes down his body, you noticed how handsome he was. Those darn super soldiers…

“I already have some of you,” his voice is soft, yet reluctant. Each one of his words were chosen carefully, you could sense it. “You’re just…very photogenic. I can’t help but admire.”

You’ve been called a lot of things by past boyfriends and lovers. Hot, sexy, etc.; but there was something about being called photogenic by Bucky that made your heart flutter and a blush break out on your cheeks. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbows.

“Photogenic?” you ask. He nods, eyes trailing down your body. “That’s one I haven’t heard before.” It was meant as a joke, but you both knew it was the truth.

“If it’s alright with you,” he says, holding the camera up for you to see. “Can I….take some pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard.

You knew he took some snaps of you now and then, but he was technically asking you for a photoshoot now. You knew he wouldn’t post them or anything – he barely could operate the remote for the TV.

“Alright,” you say, standing and walking over to him. “Where do you want me?”

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It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

You were in the pool, floating around on the Clint’s little duck floaty as Bucky snapped picture after picture of you. It was almost as if you were some A-list celebrity. You felt like Marilyn Monroe without the extra craziness that came along with it. It was flattering, to say the least.

“Is this okay?” you asked him as you took a sip from your beer.

“It’s perfect,” he says, snapping another picture. “You look gorgeous.”

He looked like a kid at Christmas. Maybe he was just excited that someone had took an interest in his hobby? He always got that way when Steve asked him about his pictures.

After a couple of hours, you began to grow tired. The beaming sun on your body mixed with your hands turning wrinkly were draining you and Bucky had run out of film. He had used an entire roll; scattered all around him from his lap and onto the concrete were pictures of you.

“You said you had more of those,” you mention, peering up at him. He hums a yes while taking a sip of his own beer. You can’t help but stare at his jawline. Man, you could cut diamonds on that thing. “Can you show me?” His eyes light up at your words.

“Anything for you, doll.” He grins, setting the beer down and helping you out of the pool.

You’d always wanted to see this so called collection that Steve talked about. He said that Bucky had a whole wall dedicated
to it. You had to see this for yourself.

Bucky’s room wasn’t as dark and gloomy as you thought it would be. In fact, it was pretty well decorated.

The first thing you caught was the Polaroid’s, which covered an entire wall. You gaped, standing in front of it. There were pictures of everyone doing all sorts of things.

You saw one taken on Sam’s birthday; Clint had smashed some cake into his face. You saw another taken of Peter, who was dangling upside down on a web, grinning at the camera. You giggled when you saw one of Nat as she was angrily swatting at the camera, her face covered in a facial mask. There was even one of Vision giving the camera a thumbs up as he stirred whatever he was cooking.

But the one that caught your eye the most was a peculiar one on his desk. If you hadn’t of glanced there, you wouldn’t have noticed it in the first place. Moving the random book that covered half of it, you held it up so that you could get a better look.

And you weren’t sure if you should’ve done that.

It was a Polaroid of you a couple months back. You had spilled a glass of soda on your white sleeping shirt during movie night and your nipples were almost visible through the material.

Thinking back to that night, you remembered that there wasn’t anyone else in the kitchen with you either. How did he even get that pi-
Before you could react, Bucky snatched the Polaroid from your hand and held it behind his back defensively.

“What…how did….why?” you stuttered. If he’d taken one picture like this, there surely must’ve been more, right? He was far too skilled when it came to it.

Bucky stared down at the floor shamefully.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he says quietly. You frown.

“Find out what?” You ask, glancing back at the photos. “That you’re taking perverted pictures of me?”

“That’s not what this is, I swear!” he cried. “I like you, Y/N. A lot, actually. I didn’t know how to approach you. I’m not used to being around…women.”

“But Nat…”

“Nat’s well….she’s Nat,” he says with a nervous chuckle. One that he immediately stops when he sees your eyes grow colder. “She’s not really a traditional dame, if you catch my drift. She’s like one of the guys.”

You had no idea what to say. You were frustrated, not because you were embarrassed, but because somehow, deep in that dirty little mind of yours, you found this to be the sweetest thing. But you couldn’t figure out if it was because it was Bucky, or because it was the situation. You were utterly confused.

You stood in front of Bucky, holding the picture in your hands. 

“This has got to be the creepiest…” you began. His face fell into a frown. “….cutest thing anyone has ever done for me, Bucky.” You placed the picture back into his hand and placed a small kiss on his lips.

“What do you say we take some more? Maybe without all these clothes on?”

His eyes nearly shot out of his head at how wide they were. You watched his face as you reached behind your back and slowly undid the bikini top and dropped it onto the floor. His mouth fell open at the sight of your bare chest. You licked your lips before crashing them onto his. His hands felt their way to your hips, hooking underneath the bottoms of your bikini and tugging them down your thighs forcefully. Once he rid them from you, he gave your behind a playful swat. You moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, staring down at you with darkened eyes. This was far better than any picture he could’ve taken.

“C’mere,” he says, gently pushing you back onto the bed. He picked your legs and spread them wide, setting both your feet on the bed. You felt so exposed and it was the hottest thing you’ve experienced so far. You rested your hands on your stomach as you patiently waited for Bucky. The sound of clicking was the only thing audible as he replaced the film in his camera.

“Okay, doll,” his Brooklyn accent now, and it sent a wave of arousal to your core.

You picked your head up and peer up at him. He held the camera in his hands, but his eyes were glued between your legs. You could feel yourself dripping onto the comforter, just imagine how it must’ve looked to Bucky.

He cleared his throat before looking back into your eyes. “Can you spread your legs for me?” he asks.

You can’t help but giggle at how chivalrous he was even when he was horny. You nod, spreading your legs farther apart, giving him a full view of your pussy. You could hear his breath stutter, he cursed under his breath.

“Like this?” you ask innocently, sliding your hand down your body until your fingers are resting on your lips, spreading them apart. Bucky lets out a small groan at the sight and nods.

“That’s perfect, angel.” He says, looking into the camera and pressing the little red button on the side. You watched as the picture slipped out of the camera and onto Bucky’s hand. Setting it on the dresser, he turned back to you with a grin.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he says, leaning down and pecking your lips. “Can you try something else for me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, darling.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but you couldn’t help it. You were being showered with affection and compliments, you were lost in Bucky at the moment. 

Bucky held the camera with his flesh hand and brought his metal one to your mouth. His fingers brushed your bottom lip, running along the pink flesh. “Can you get these nice and wet for me, sweetie?” you groan at the nickname and take two of his fingers into your mouth, lapping them up with your tongue.

Bucky watched you as you did, licking his lips hungrily. Pulling them out, he leaned forward and pecked your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

Leaning back between your legs, he slowly ran his fingers along the slit of your core, making sure your lips were spread. He placed the camera between your legs and pressed red the button again.

“Fuck,” you whispered. His metal fingers were cold, but you didn’t mind. They felt amazing.
You began grinding your hips into them, eager for some kind of friction. Bucky smiled down at you, one that showed nothing but pure admiration.

“You want my fingers, honey? Is that it?” he asks. You nod furiously.

“Please, Bucky.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he inserted his first finger into you. But it wasn’t nearly enough. You needed more.

Placing the camera back between your legs, he added another finger; earning a moan from you. Clicking the red button, you let out another moan as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. You grabbed onto his arms, spreading your legs even wider.

“Oh my god,” you whimper. His fingers began creating an obscene sound as they entered you over and over again. It was so damn filthy, but you fucking loved it.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his fingers from your dripping core, making you whine.

“We’re not done yet, doll,” he says. He placed the camera on the bed and slowly pulled the black boxers he wore down. You watched as they traveled down his toned thighs until they were nothing more than a heap of material on the floor.

He gripped his member in his flesh hand and slowly began pumping himself as he stared down at you. That’s when you got the brightest idea. Reaching beside you, you grabbed the camera and aimed it at Bucky and pressed the little red button. You turned the camera towards you and held the Polaroid in your fingers. You couldn’t see his face, but you could had a perfect view of his cock, leaking precum onto his hand. Smiling innocently, you placed the picture on the dresser.

“Y/N,” he smiled. “Did you just….?”

You reached forward and pulled him on top of you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and crashed his mouth onto yours. He let out a moan into the kiss, licking inside your mouth with his tongue. He tasted so damn good, just like you knew he would.

Your legs found themselves wrapped around his waist and you could feel him sliding across your heat. You reached down between the two of you and gripped his member, guiding it to your entrance.

“Not so fast, sugar,” he teased, reaching for the camera. He leaned back, aiming the camera between your bodies. He gripped himself once again and slid the head of his cock against your dripping hole. You threw your head back, letting out a cry of pleasure. You ached for him, yet he tortured you. It wasn’t fair.

The sound of the camera snapping pulled you back to reality.

"Bucky,” you hissed. “Enough already. Just fuck me!” He chuckled with amusement.

He slowly pressed the head inside of you, stretching your walls farther than they’ve ever been. It hurt, but it was amazing. His head fell onto your shoulder and he let out a shaky breath. He pulled out all the way and peered down between the two of you. The sight of his cock covered in your juices nearly made you orgasm right then.

Without telling you, he slammed his hips into yours, making you scream out in both pain and pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, causing the bed to slam against the wall. You wrapped your arms around him. His mouth found its way to your shoulder, biting gently onto the flesh. He felt so fucking good, you felt like you could cry.

Shifting his weight onto his knees, Bucky pulled your legs over his waist and began thrusting harder into your abused hole. Your head fell back onto the bed, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abdomen in such delicious way.

It was all too much for you. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, your body was trembling with pleasure. Bucky’s hands began kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples softly. He let out a loud groan as he felt the head of his cock hit your cervix. The sound of your skin hitting his filled the room, along with your screams.

“Bucky,” you cried. "I’m gonna come!”

He let out a shaky laugh, amused at how much you loved this, before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He gently sucked on your neck, nibbling into the delicate flesh.

You let out a scream as your orgasm ripped through your body. You dragged your nails down Bucky’s back, making him let out a gasp. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, you can feel him trembling against your body, but you’re too out of it to even care. You just came your brains out.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled into your ear. “Im gonna come.”

You gently pushed him away from you, he let out a whine. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you force him to stand. You kneel in front of him, opening your mouth for him.

Taking the hint, he grabbed the camera and aimed it at you, while pumping himself curiously with his metal hand.
He’s chanting your name over and over, thrusting into his fist and its the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. You can’t wait to taste him.

“FUCK Y/N!” He shouts, his orgasm ripping through him.

You lean closer as he coats ribbon after ribbon of come onto your mouth and breasts. It was a lot, far more than any of the few guys you’ve been with could produce. He tasted sweeter than them, too. You licked your lips, gathering some of it with your tongue.

You looked up at Bucky innocently, smiling at him.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Y/N.” he breathes. He lifted the camera and aimed it at you. With a nod, you smile seductively as he clicked the little red button.

Tossing the camera onto the bed, he helped you up from the floor and set you on his bed. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he ran to the bathroom. You could hear the faint sound of a faucet running. He made his way back to you, a small washcloth in hand and a sheepish smile on his lips.

He gently wiped your face, making sure nothing was left, before making his way to your chest.

“Y/N,” he says, breaking the silence. Your eyes met his.

“Yes, Bucky?” The corners of his mouth twitched at the sound of his name coming from your mouth.

“I love you.” You can’t fight the grin that spreads on your face.

“I know,” you say, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, too.”

-FIN.

Gone - Part 4

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Part 4!!!

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The first-time Bucky tries to touch your stomach, Natasha attacks him and Thor puts him in a restrictive hold. It had been innocent, just Bucky wanting to feel the baby kick, and suddenly your two self-appointed protectors are flying across the room and restraining him.

“Oh my God!” you yelp, “Tasha! Thor! Stop it! Let him go!” Neither of them listen to you, and Natasha starts growling at Bucky in Russian, “STEVE!!!!”

Steve runs into the room, and lets out a put-upon sigh when he sees Tasha and Thor. “Guys, let him go”

“He hurt her once, I won’t let him hurt her again” Tasha snarled, but she slowly let him go.

Thor released Bucky once Natasha had. The god still glared at Bucky, but he stepped out of the room at Steve’s insistence.

“Ow” Bucky groaned sitting up from his position on the floor.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine. Just have a few new bruises”

“Help me up and we can go to my room. You can feel our son kick there, hopefully no one will attack you when we’re there.”

Bucky smiles and gently pulls you up from the couch. Two weeks after Bucky had found everyone in Ireland, you had decided to move back to New York. You didn’t have to hide from Bucky anymore so there was no point to be out of the country. The two of you head to the elevator and JARVIS takes you up to your floor.

Once you close the door to your floor, Bucky turns to look at you, hope in his eyes, “I can really touch you?”

You smile softly, “Yes you can.” Ever since he had been back, you had barely let Bucky touch you. At first it had been because you were skeptical, you didn’t quite believe his story about Rumlow and Hydra. You didn’t believe him until he showed you the files and the plans that Hydra had for you and your son. Hydra had used one of their undercover nurses to find out about the pregnancy, Bucky had taken care of her, and they had intended to use your breakup with Bucky to bring you back to Hydra.

Bucky gently nudged you backwards until your legs nudge against the bed, then he helps you up onto it. Bucky arranges you so you were laying on your back and supported by a bunch of pillows.

His hands hover over the hem of your t-shirt, which is really his shirt, he looks up at you with big, desperate grey eyes, “Can I …”

You pull up your shirt and tug your yoga pants down slightly, exposing your stomach in its entirety. Bucky’s fingers tremble as he brushed them gently along our stomach. You were lucky, there weren’t very many stretchmarks on you, and you made sure that your skin stayed silky soft. Bucky let out a soft sob when you took one of his hands and pressed it flat to your stomach. After a moment, the baby kicked, right where his hand was.

“The baby just kicked me!” He gasped, eyes wide with delight.

“Yeah babe, he did”

Bucky leaned down and pressed a kiss just below your belly button, nuzzling closer when the baby began to nudge him again. Suddenly Bucky looked up at you with tear filled eyes, “I so sorry I haven’t been there for you” he sobbed, “I missed so much, I missed you so much”

“Come here, baby”

Bucky crawled up the bed and tucked himself tightly against your back, a pillow supporting your stomach. You lace your fingers with his and lay your hands over your stomach.

You can feel Bucky nizzle the back of your neck, laying quietly with you for a while. After about an hour he sits up, “Doll, I gotta tell you something” he pulls you up into a sitting position

“What is it?”

“I need you to stand up for a minute”

You heave yourself onto your feet. Bucky drops down onto one knee, and hesitantly reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small black box. You gasp, your eyes widening, one hand rising to cover your mouth. “Buck, is that …”

“Just give me a minute” He takes a deep breath. “I know that I’m a major fuck up, that I can never seem to do the right thing when it comes to you. But, I love you with everything I have. I love you with all my soul, and I love our child even though they aren’t even here yet. I know that I’ve done horrible things, and that I can never escape that, but you make me better. You make me whole. Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

You gasp, “Yes! Oh, my God, Bucky, yes!”

With a delighted laugh, he slides the ring onto your finger and wraps you with a tight hug. You laugh when he spins you around, he’s strong enough to lift you even with your added weight. Suddenly you feel a warm, wet sensation in your pants.

“Bucky …”

“What is it, doll?” Bucky sets you down, still grinning. His smile immediately falls when he sees your concerned face

“My water just broke” you whisper

“What? Speak up, I can’t hear you”

“My water just broke, Buck. The baby’s coming”

Natasha has been alerted, and Bruce is on his way. James, if you would kindly sit Y/N in a chair and breath, sir. It would be most unfortunate for you to faint

“I’m calm, I’m calm” Bucky rushes. He quickly scoops you up and gently sets you down in a chair, gripping your hand with his.

Tasha is the first one to get to the room, “Y/N, where is your bag?”

“In the closet.” You gasp as you feel your first contraction. It isn’t the worst pain you have ever felt, not yet, but you can tell that eventually when they come closer together it’s going to feel like hell.

Tasha pulls the blanket and sheet back, laying out a waterproof cover onto the bed. She then lays down another sheet and several towels. You were going to give birth in the tower, Tony and Bruce had the most advanced technology in America, and since Bruce was technically a doctor he had agreed to help you. Soon everyone was gathered in the room, Bruce wheeling in an IV pole, and Tony bringing in a heart monitoring system for you and the baby.

Bucky gently smooths your hair out of your face, “How ya doin’, doll?” he whispered

You chuckle, “As well as I can be right now”

“Barnes, help Y/N onto the bed, she needs to get into her gown. Everyone but James, turn around” Tasha snaps

Bucky helps you strip down and get into a nightgown. As soon as you put your hand onto the bed you feel another contraction squeeze through you.

Bruce quickly put on a pair of gloves, “Your contraction are 7 minutes apart, Y/N. That’s a little close, I’d like to check and see how dilated you are.”

You nod quietly and finish getting onto the bed. Bruce is quick at checking your dilation, “You’re 5 almost 6 centimeters dilated. Your labor is progressing rapidly, but you need to be at least 10 centimeters before you start pushing.”

“It’s probably the serum speeding everything up” Steve says, sitting down beside Bucky.

You nod quietly and try to relax into the sheets. Thor and Tasha sit on the other side of the bed, Clint and Tony taking seats at the end, and Bruce rechecks all his supplies.

“I need to move; I need to kneel” you whimper after about 30 minutes of labor

Bucky helps you into a kneeling position, crouching in front of you, allowing you to support yourself on his shoulders. Bruce checks your dilation again, “9 centimeters, Y/N. Just a little while longer and you can push”

You rest your hands on the bed so you are on your hands and knees and gently rock yourself back and forth. Tasha puts your hair up into a bun, and Thor grabs some ice for you to chew on.

“I need to push” you gasp out 20 minutes later

Bruce quickly puts on a fresh set of gloves and checks you one last time. “Alright, you’re fully dilated, you can push on the next contraction”

You raise yourself up and grab onto Bucky’s shoulders, spreading your knees a bit wider. At your next contraction, you start to push, letting out a sob as you bear down as hard as you can. You keep pushing until the contraction fades and even then, you give tiny little pushes, ready to meet your child. You had decided to keep the gender a surprise, but you had a feeling that you were going to have a son.

You have only been pushing for about 15 minutes when Bruce spoke up, “The baby’s beginning to crown, if you reach down now you can feel the head.”

You do as Bruce suggests, releasing one of Bucky’s shoulder and reaching down to feel your baby, you let out a chocked sob when your fingers come in contact with hair.

“You’re doing so good, doll, so good. I’m so proud of you” Bucky whispers, kissing your forehead.

At the next contraction, you push even harder, crying out when the baby’s head is free from your body.

“Don’t push, Y/N. Bruce has to get the fluid out of the baby’s lungs” Tasha whispers, quickly handing Bruce another towel.

You nod quietly, trembling as you resist the urge to push. Once he baby’s lungs were clear, you were given permission to push again. The baby’s shoulders were quick to deliver and once the shoulders were clear, you quickly reached down to catch the baby as the rest of it slid out.

“Alright, Y/N, swing your leg up and roll onto your back, you have to deliver the placenta”

You obey quickly, Bucky helping you keep your balance when you refuse to let go of your baby. Once you are on your back, Bruce hands Bucky a towel to wipe off the blood. You quickly glance at the baby and gasp when you see that your baby is a little boy.

“Bucky” you whisper frantically, “We have a son, Buck, we have a little boy! Guys, you have a nephew!”

Tony and Thor shout with joy, clamoring to get a peek at the newest Avenger.

You stifle a giggle and glance over at Steve, “Looks like you’re a grandpa, Steve!”

Steve lets out an indignant sound, “No way! I’m the same age as the kids’ dad! I’m gonna be the best uncle ever! If anything, Thor would be the grandpa, he’s over a thousand years old!”

Thor lets out a booming laugh, “Ay, I am”

You chuckle, “Alright, alright. Everyone can be aunts and uncles, if anything Phil or Nick can be the grandpa”

Tony lets out a roar of laughter, “That’ll be the day! Grandpa Fury!”

Bruce smiles, “I think that the baby needs a bath, and you, Y/N need a shower. Tasha and I will give the baby a bath, Clint and Tony can clean up, and Bucky you will help get your fiancé clean … oh! And think of a name of the little guy!”

You look up at Bucky, reluctantly handing over your baby, and heading toward the bathroom, “Have you thought of any names?”

“Umm, Richard? No, then his nickname would be Dick, not happening”

“How about Christopher?”

“Yeah, Christopher, I like that. What about his middle name?”

Bucky blushes, “Can his middle name be Steven?”

“Yeah, I think that’s a fitting name” You start rinsing off, “You know Steve’s gonna cry when he finds out the name”

“I’m looking forward to seeing the bastard cry” Bucky chuckled, ”So his first name is Christopher and his middle name is Steven”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “Christopher Steven Barnes”

“I love it, and I love you” Bucky whispered, leaning in to give you a kiss.

You kiss him back, “I’m all clean, now we need to get out so I can get back to our baby, and so we can tell everyone his name”

Once you and Jason finish drying off, you walk back out into the bedroom. Tasha was holding her nephew, whispering Russian endearments to him. You walk over and scoop the baby up, nuzzling his cheek, “I’m going to feed him, can’t have the little prince go hungry!”

Everyone gather back into the room as you settled down. Tasha once again perching on the side of the bed, “What’s his name?”

You glance over at Steve, “Christopher Steven Barnes. Chris for short”

Thor grinned, “A fine name for a prince! A mighty name for a mighty warrior!”

Steve stands there, his mouth open in shock, “Did you … did you …?”

“Yeah, Cap, we named him after you, thought he might get some of your good luck and old fashion charm”

Steve sniffles and tries to hold back his tears, “I’m … so happy”

Bucky pulls Steve into a hug, “You’re my best friend, of course I’m gonna name my first son after you”

Steve grins, “We’re gonna call in some food, do you want anything?”

“Pizza!”

Bucky chuckles, “What the lady said. Y/N and I’ll stay here with Chris for now. JARVIS will let us know when the food gets here”

Everyone files out of the room quietly so you and Bucky are left alone. You glance over at Bucky, who climb into the bed beside you. You look up at your new fiancé, and then down at your son. All of the people you love are in the next room. You couldn’t think of a better way to bring a child into the word, so loves and so full of potential. Everyone who matters is here, everyone has come home.

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I wrote the birth scene as well as I could. I have never had a baby, but I have witnessed several being born!

So this ends the Gone series. If anyone has any ideas for another series I can write please message me! I need some ideas! Just send them to my inbox!

Waking Up

waking up w your avenger boo

Bucky: Most of the time you were awoken by Bucky himself shifting around in the bed, and petting the dog who managed to place himself on top of both yours and Bucky’s legs. The Great Dane seemed to think he was a small lap dog, and tended to do whatever was necessary to reach Bucky’s hand that was willing to scratch his ears. The next thing you always took notice of was the creases in your face from having your cheek pressed to his bare shoulder all night. Which also explained how your hair became a tangled mess, and one with Bucky’s long hair. But the overall best thing was Bucky’s sleepy face; hooded eyes, and a smirk that could make your pants fly across the room. Not to mention the raspy, sleepy voice that you adored more than anything. Waking up next to Bucky is the best place to be in the world.

Steve: It seemed like he donned a halo each and every morning that the sun came shining through the window panes of your bedroom. Even on grey mornings, Steve seemed to have an aura about his sleeping body that brought a smile to your face. Every morning you reach out to brush your hands over his cheeks, then place a kiss on his nose before he wakes up only to pull you closer. One thing nobody really knew about him was that his body temperature was so out of whack, so most nights he spent only sleeping in boxers because he was so warm. (Not that you minded one bit) Steve also really enjoyed having the news on in the morning once the both of you were awake, because this way he knew what was going on in the world all while having you in his arms.

Natasha: Since Natasha absolutely despises being sweaty, she “fixed” the thermostat in your room to always be a chilly 65 degrees. So waking up next to her, more like on top of her, is the best part of the day. Both you and Natasha are always bundled up with plush blankets that have been collected from various missions, and presents from over the years. To be honest, your bed could win a competition of the comfiest in the Avengers tower. But waking up next to the Black Widow was incomparable, red hair splayed out on the white pillow case, face scrunched from the dreams she was having. It was rare for you to wake up before her, since Nat’s wake up time was normally about 5 am. But either way, being with Natasha was the greatest time in your life.

Thor: The giant teddy bear you’re lucky enough to call your boyfriend was the best cuddler of all time. No one could ever come close to his soft skin and big arms pulling you to his side. However, Thor always ended up naked in the middle of the night, even if the previous night’s activities weren’t all that crazy. You often climbed on top of him and used his whole body as the bed, because he was honestly the comfiest person ever. He beat the bed’s comfort level by a long shot. If not for his horrible morning breath attacking your nose every damn morning, you would stay sprawled out on him all day. Thor adored seeing your sleepy face every morning, which gained you even more cuddles and kisses.

Bruce: He had developed a habit of scrunching himself into a ball while he slept. Bruce felt secure this way, and small enough to keep his destructive nature contained so he couldn’t hurt anyone. But the truth is, he hated it. He wanted to stay spread out so he could hold you, but his constant inner conflict kept him balled up. You always tried to lay on top him, hoping to keep him in one place for the duration of the night. It never worked, because you always ended up rolling off of him in your sleep. Which then started the chain reaction of him giving in to the reflex and curling up into a ball. It happened every night, without fail. Bruce craved contact with you, though, so he grabbed your hand and held it close to his heart. Waking up every morning without feeling in your hand became regular, because he gripped it in his sleep so unbelievably tight, like he was holding on to you for dear life.

Tony: If Tony is sharing a bed with anyone, there’s a 1000% chance there will be physical contact involved through the entirety of the night. You developed this theory when you had woken up early one morning, with one half of your body almost overheating and the other half cold enough to snap off. Feeling the steady rise and fall of Tony’s chest against your back, you looked over and realized that he had you locked in a bear hug. One of his arms were always tucked around your waist, and the other was underneath your torso, hand gently gripping the side of your stomach. Tony’s embrace is so unbelievably warm, in contrast to the below freezing temperature of his room. It feels like a furnace during the winter, so warm and so comforting. Comforting enough to keep your restlessness at bay until Tony woke up.

Peter: Sometimes when he came home from long missions in the city, he totally forgets to take off the spider-man suit. So this lead to you making sure that Tony upgraded his suit to the most comfortable material, not only on the inside for peter but on the outside as well. It was a gamble every morning on who would be where, since he formed a habit of flying out of the bed. You tried your best to prevent him from going anywhere, mostly by smushing your face into his neck and hooking your arms around his muscular frame. This usually guaranteed that he wouldn’t be flying anywhere, but there were slip ups. Sometimes, though, the placement shifted and he ended up nuzzled into your side. It was your favorite way to wake up, with his unusually warm body pressed against yours. So you loved to wake up with a faceful of warmth, and Peter.

Pietro: Since you were the closest thing Pietro had to a pillow, you always woke up with his head resting somewhere on your body, his hair tickling your skin. It woke you up every morning, without fail. Sometimes, he had planted his face on your chest, and lazily thrown an arm around your torso. Other times, he had his head on your stomach, absentmindedly rubbing small circles everywhere he could reach, the monotony putting him back to sleep. Most times however, Pietro had his head on top of your boobs, talking about how comfortable boobs are while you were lowkey suffocating. There was even one occurrence when he had completely flipped himself over the opposite end of the bed and had placed his head on your thigh. But it didn’t matter where he had ended up, you always cracked a sleepy smile and ran your fingers through his hair until he woke up.

Scott: This man child always woke up at least an hour before you did, there was never a time when he didn’t. You would have thought that he would just get out of bed and let you sleep. But no, he stayed put on his side of the bed and intently studied your face. Scott admired you like you were a piece in an art gallery. His eyes were drawn to the arch of your nose, then to the soft curvature of your cheekbones. You were in such a peaceful state when you were asleep, it was more than just beautiful. Well, to be fair, Scott thought you were beautiful under any circumstances. Sometimes he would just blurt out how pretty you were when heading home from missions, covered in sweat and blood. But there was just something about when your face was reminiscent of the peace that came with sleep that made you glow. When you finally cracked your eyes open, you immediately met his and uttered a raspy ‘good morning’, causing him to smile like a goof.

Loki: Personal space was very important to Loki. It didn’t matter that you had been sharing a bed with him for as long as either of you could remember. If Loki didn’t want physical contact, then that was that. You still were the only exception, however. Every evening, you would climb onto your respective half of the bed and get cozy, and wait for Loki to do the same. You never pressed him into any type of cuddling or anything, because you knew that you would make your way over to his side of the bed eventually. It always happened, and Loki never complained. He tried to keep the fact that he really enjoyed your cuddles a secret, but that was the one thing he couldn’t hide behind the facade. You discovered his “secret” when you woke up one early morning and buried your face in his hair, and pressed into his back. Instead of gently pushing you back to your half of the bed, he reached behind him, grabbed your arm, and brought it over his torso. Nothing could melt your heart more than that.

Clint: For some odd reason, unbeknownst to the two of you, you were both on the same exact sleeping schedule. The two of you became used to being sleepy at the same times, and opening your eyes at the same time as well. Throughout the night, Clint would wrap his arms around you, and you in turn would knit your legs together with his. The two of you would basically become human pretzels all while sleeping. He wanted to be as close to you as possible, and found that entangling his limbs with yours was the best way, without you two literally fusing together. That’s when waking up at the exact same time was good, because you could spend some time giggling and reclaiming limbs without waking the other. Honestly, you two were so enamored with each other it almost made everyone else sick, but you two were as happy as ever.

Wanda: Wanda’s room is undoubtedly the most cute and comfiest room in the whole building. Starting with the fact that it’s always at a perfect seventy degrees. The pillows are memory foam, the blankets are fleece, and Wanda is the perfect size to cuddle. So it was a given that you would sleep together in her room. In the mornings, the only thing that would wake the two of you was Steve’s incessant pestering about training. He would periodically knock on the door, open it and peek his head in, reminding the two of you that ‘you can sleep after practice’. Wanda just groans and cuddles deeper into your side, while you cover your face with another pillow, effectively tuning him out. Mornings with Wanda felt like a dream, because you never felt more peaceful with anyone else.

Peter: It’s couples like you that give hope to the rest of us. Mr. Stark, you deserve the best and you found it. Captain Rogers, don’t you dare hurt him.

Steve: [chuckles] I won’t.

Bruce: [serious] Don’t laugh. He means it.

Steve: [stunned] Okay, I-I won’t.

Fury: Seriously, son, don’t hurt him.

Steve: Okay, I’m not planning on hurting him.

Pepper: You better not be.

Steve: [frustrated] I’m not!

Bucky: Hey, Stevie, you best watch yourself.

Steve: Why would any of you think I would hurt Tony? You’re all my friends too.

Rhodey: Nah.

Innuendos + Bonus Chat

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Request:

A Steve x reader where Tony makes really bad innuendos and Steve and the reader are to innocent to know what they mean


Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Bruce, Y/N, Steve, Scott, T'Challa, Rhodey, Peter.

Tony: Dinner tonight, all of us? I can make reservations at Rhodey’s favorite restaurant.

Scott: The one that spins?!

Tony: Yes, Scott. The one that spins.

Scott: I love that one! The waiting list is booked,  it would take months before we can eat there!

Tony: Oh, honey. When you’re a billionaire, you don’t need to wait.

T'Challa: And if they make us wait, I will just buy the restaurant. #RicherThanStark

Tony: … Who uses hashtags in a chat?!

T'Challa: #ObviouslyNotYou

Peter: I would love to come but… I have to study for a test tomorrow.

Tony: Aw c'mon kid, we haven’t seen each other in weeks! T'Challa just got back from Wakanda, Scott is finally free, and Steve and Y/N just returned from their 4 week long mission.

Bruce: Yeah, we miss you all!

Tony: Just one night! You’re smart, Peter. You’ll do fine in your test.

Peter: I guess…

Rhodey: #BadDad

T'Challa: #TonySucksAtParenting

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Tony shook his head, not believing that they were to send you off on a mission. “I still think it’s a bad idea. [Y/N] is not… not a real woman.” 

“Don’t let her hear that, Tony.” Natasha said and leaned back on the couch.  “It’s final. She’s going.”

“But it’s true! She has no manners and wears sweatshirts, does she even know how to behave like a woman? Does she even own a dress?”

Bruce let out moan. For days now they had tried to find someone who could complete the mission, being all femme fatal, stealing some dangerous stuff, but there was no one. You were the only member of the avengers who wasn’t known by the media and enemies. 

And that was Tony’s problem. You were no femme fatal. You were the kind of girl who fought against bullies, and burped the loudest, wearing sweats, running around with unwashed hair. Not to mention your colourful vocabular. 

It made sense why Tony was against the idea of you being on that mission. 

“While she lacks on feminism, [Y/N] has fighting skills that are equal to the one to Natasha.” Thor intefered optimisticly. Natasha looked at him, raised eyebrows, hearing his slight scepsis.

Steve stood up. He needed to calm him friends down before you arrived. “I have faith in her. We should believe in [Y/N]. She doesn’t need to use her femininity to get the mission done.”

“But it’d be more helpful.” Tony chirped in.


“I heard that.” You hissed angrily as you stepped into the room, greeting your friends. “Hello, boys. Natasha.” 

As Natasha expected every male in the room gaped. You looked like a siren, ready to seduce man to lure them into death. 

“You look like a woman.” 

You scoffed, hands on your hips. “Fuck, thanks, Steve. I just found out I had titts and a cunt.” You heard him mutter an apology.

Tony cleared his throat awkwardly. “You’re gorgeous, [Y/N].” 

“I know that I’m a sexy piece of ass, no need for compliments.” You grinned smugly. “I still hate dresses. Especially this one. I feel like I’m airing out my vag.” 

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) A/B/O Series

A/N: HEY GUYS! I literally forgot that I made this a month ago but never posted it haha! :D I’ve always been a sucker for a/b/o fics and I wanted to shake things up a bit. (: pls excuse any misspellings as I get too excited when I wrote this lol. ENJOY! -Delilah ❤❤

Delta: Reader is a rare being in the a/b/o cycle and finds herself along side the Avengers. She manages to hide her true nature successfully until she catches the eye of a certain blue eyed super soldier.

Warnings: minor character death. Soon to be smut!!

Your life consisted of abnormal circumstances.

Your parents were both very well respected alphas in your small town. They courted each other for a couple years before having your older brother, who of course, turned out to be an alpha as well. So naturally, when your mother became pregnant with you everyone assumed you would be as well. In fact, at the baby shower they refused to receive any traditional beta or omega feeding supplies.

But whenever your mother went into labor one January night instead of the usual summer morning like alphas were, it threw everyone off guard.They didn’t stress it, though. Maybe it was just nothing more than a false alarm. Nothing unusual, right? Wrong.

After fifteen long hours of labor, you were born, but were weren’t an alpha or a beta. Not even an omega.

Somehow, you were a delta.

There weren’t many left in the United States, looking on Google there had to be at least 2,000 in the entire country. And that was for a rather scary reason.

Deltas were the rare flower of the alpha/beta/omega cycle. They were a bit different than the others. The heats were on a whole other spectrum of complication. For starters, you would exactly experience a heat. It was your body’s natural way of finding a suitable partner. Meaning, until you came across an exceptional alpha, your body would put itself on hold. The downside was that when it would happen someday, if not taken care of correctly, you could die. It was extreme, yes, but you always figured that Mother Nature just had it out for you.

The next thing was mating and bonding. If you were to want to settle down, not only would your significant other have to be an alpha, they’d have to be very experienced. Mating was one thing, but it took a special someone to actually bond. You couldn’t just settle for a beta like some others did, which sucked.

But you highly doubted that would ever happen.

You lived a highly sheltered life growing up. Instead of going out and experiencing adolescence, you were kept inside for your own safety. That was, until your parents passed away in a car crash shortly after your eighteenth birthday. Fortunately, you and your brother inherited a fair share of money and you parted ways.

Which is how you ended up in New York City.

You had enough funds to find you a nice, small apartment in a well lit area and just enough for college. You even found a doctor that specializes with delta’s and got yourself some suppressants. You were officially passing yourself off as an omega, which gave you an excellent sense of security.

Life was going great.

Until one day it wasn’t.

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You were leaving class one afternoon, carrying the many blueprints in your arms as you carefully placed each foot in front of the other. You hated the steps outside NYU, as they got super slippery during the rainy seasons. You carefully placed each step with precaution, until suddenly your foot slipped from the step, sending you flying onto your face in the middle of the crowded students. Per usual.

With a cry, you hastily gathered up the many tangled blueprints that scattered across the ground. You spent three sleepless nights on these! There was no way you’d let people walk all over them. But before you could reach the last one, you were stopped by a pair of black heels blocking your way. The mysterious woman bent down and picked up one of your papers and smoothed it out on her skirt. You watched as she held the blueprint up, blocking your view of her face. Great! Now you’d be a victim of plagiarism.

“Excuse me,” you say harshly, reaching upwards for the blueprint. “That’s mine!”

“I kind of guessed that, kid.” She replied with a small laugh. Wait, you could’ve swore you’ve heard that voice before. But for the life of god, you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“Did you come up with these on your own?” she asks, turning the page over.

“Well…yeah.” you scoff, standing to your feet. You reached forward to grab the paper again, only to be met with a very impressed redheaded woman, one you’ve pretty much seen your entire life. Your mouth practically hit the floor. The rest of the blueprints in your hand slipped from your grasp and pooled around your feet.

“P-Pepper Potts!”

Pepper smiled down at you, cocking her head to the side. She eyed you up and down, sizing you up. You suddenly felt so self conscious under her gaze. Pepper was an unusually dominant beta, as you could tell by the way she carried herself. Somehow, it also gave off the motherly vibe.

“That’s my name. And you are?”

“Y/N,” you say. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You watched as she leaned in and inhaled deeply, her eyes dilating slightly. You felt yourself growing nervous. There’s no way she could’ve known you were a delta. Dr. Strange made sure you had the highest dosage on the market. Surely a random beta wouldn’t pick up on it.

“Well, Y/N,” she says, pulling out a tablet and tapping on it rapidly. You try to sneak a peek at it, only to have her hold it back further from you. You only felt yourself growing more nervous. Before you could open your mouth to ask what in the world was going on, Pepper beat you to it.

“How do you feel about working for Tony Stark?”


-FIN ❤

(Part 2 will be here soon as heck you guys!)

Marvel preference: Their reaction to you telling them you love them

Natasha:

Originally posted by drunkbroadway

Wanda:

Originally posted by alex-wesley

Bruce:

Originally posted by vane-dde

It took him a few minutes to stop grinning and blushing so he could reply

Clint:

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

Steve:

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Tony:

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Thor:

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Pietro:

Originally posted by lifeasasoundtrack

You have no idea who gave him the cigar

Bucky:

Originally posted by klayymen

Loki:

Originally posted by whateverygirllove

Peter:

Originally posted by entangledteenreads

A/N: If you want to give feedback or request something, my ask is here!!

New Avenger

Request:

Hello! Request for an Avengers x reader where the reader is a new avenger and the team discusses what they think if her. The reader is really positive and bubbly!            


Thor has created a chatroom: What doth we think of Lady Y/N?

Thor has invited Clint, Bruce, Tony, Natasha, Steve.

Clint: Are we gossiping? We’re so gossiping.

Thor: I merely wish to know your opinions of her.

Clint: GOSSIP

Thor: Wherefore art thee like this?

Steve: I think she’s a very intelligent woman with exceptional fighting skills who makes a great addition to our team. Not only is she a remarkable agent, she is a lovely person too, very sweet!

Tony: yes

Steve: Really, Tony? That’s ALL you have to say?

Tony: You already said everything there is to say??? Jeez. I agree with you.

Natasha: She’s like sunshine embodied…

Clint: Natasha and Steve ARE IN LOVE with Y/N. SPREAD THE GOSSIP! It’s a LOVE TRIANGLE.

Thor: Cease this unbecoming behavior right now!

Natasha: Never change, Clint.

Bruce: I agree with Nat. It’s so nice having Y/N around!

Clint: LOVE SQUARE!

Thor: IT’S TIME TO STOP.

Clint: NO.

Thor: YES.

Clint:NO. Huh! Italicized and bolded, beat that!

Thor: Hmmm… Let’s see … THEE SHALT CEASE ACTING LIKE THIS OR I WILT ANNIHILATE THY GAMING BOX AT ONCE!

Clint: Look, he has threatened my LIFE in front of you all!

Steve: Simmer down, Barton.

Keep reading

Marvel Masterlist

Originally posted by heyitsalebaexx

Marvel:

 

Steve Rogers x Reader:

- Doing What’s Best

- “Your music sucks and you suck. Get over it.”

- “Quick kiss me.”

- “Quick kiss me. Wait you want me to do what?”

- One Sided Feelings?

- Bubbly (COMPLETED)

       Part 1   Part 2

- Serenade

- Goodbyes Aren’t Always Forever (COMPLETED)

        Part 1     Part 2    Part 3    Part 4

-  Shattered

- Close

- Grenade

-  Hooked On A Feeling

- Run

- Stupid Enough

-  2 Poor Kids

- Cake

- Would You Stop Being So Tall

- Miss Me? (NSFW)

-  Christmas Morning

- I’ll Pick You Up Anytime 

- There’s a Difference!

- Wait and See

- Not Fair

Bucky Barnes x Reader:

- A Bad Dream

- Break Down The Walls

- Playing Dress Up

- Relief

- A Helping Hand

- Perfect

- Mine

- The Only One

- The Skirt Is Short On Purpose

- Conflicted Feelings

Realizing The Truth

- Wow You’re Getting Pretty Good At Lying

- Lost Soul

- Bucky/Reader’s Death

- I Don’t Share

- Addiction

- Too Late

- Crush

- Motivation

- A Distant Memory (COMPLETE)

         Part 1      Part 2    Part 3

- Light Of My Life (COMPLETE)

        Part 1   Part 2

- One Last Time (COMPLETE)

        Part 1     Part 2

-  Better or Worse

- One

- Get Together  

- 3am Sandwich

 - Talking to the Moon

-  I’m Sorry

-  Absolutely

- Just The Backup

- Just A Little Push

Drunk Tired

- You’re Adorable

- Silver Blood

       Part 1   Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

-  Speak

 Late Night Snack

- Life Isn’t A Fairytale

- Roommates Masterlist

- Baby Doll

      Part 1    Part 2

- “Guess What?! I’m not pregnant!”

- Worst Christmas Party Ever

 - Accomplice

Pietro Maximoff x Reader:

- Party Pooper

- The Death Of Pietro Maximoff/Reader

- A Blind Date

- Daddy’s Little Princess (DISCONTINUED)

         Part 1  Part 2    Part 3

- I Really Don’t Care (COMPLETE)

      Part 1   Part 2  Part 3 Part 4

- Neither Dead Nor Alive (COMPLETE)

      Part 1  Part 2

- Only Fair

- Karaoke Night

- Distraction

- Always Safe

- April Fools

- Yes

- 5 Minutes

-  Wheelchair

- I Don’t Dance

 

Tony Stark x Reader:

- A Big Old Teddy Bear

- Being A Rock star

- Let Go Of Me

- “You think you know everything, don’t you?”

- Worth It?

-  "What do you mean you thought I hated you when we first met?“

- What We Ain’t Got

- Fine

-  Old

-  Fuck Up

- I Thought I Could Keep It

Bruce Banner x Reader:

- “Please stop petting the test subjects.”

- “She’s taking my pillow, I need reinforcements!”

-  Books

- Bad Spell

 

Clint Barton x Reader:

- “Could you ever truly forgive him?”

- Cupid’s Arrow

- I Wouldn’t Call It Love

- “Who wouldn’t be angry you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!”

 

 Natasha Romanoff x Reader

- “No not happening”

- Fuck you Catwoman

 

Loki Laufeyson x Reader:

- Returning the Feelings

- Casual

- You Whom I Love

 

Avengers x Reader:

- A Little Pick Me Up

- Valentine’s Day Head Canons 

- Being On Your Period

- Sick Day (Science Bros)

- Bad Blood (Stony)

 - Stop Whining

- Special Rule

 

Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers:

Something Off


 

Marvel Actors:

 

Chris Evans x Reader

- I’ve Always Hated That Lamp Anyway

-  Not All Bad

- The Hug and Roll

 

Sebastian Stan x Reader

- Almost Too Bad

- Make It Work


X-Men:

 

Charles Xavier x Reader

- Stop Thinking

Peter Maximoff x Reader

- I Want To Help You

When he gets jealous (Avengers preference)

Pairings: Avengers x reader
Author notes:

  • It’s my first time writing preferences, sorry if this sucks.
  • Gifs are not mine


Steve Rogers: Well, Steve is such a gentleman and rarely loses his temper, but whenever a guy flirts, or basically talks to you he can’t help being furiously jealous. He never leaves your side and holds your waist with his strong arms, staring at his poor victim until he decides to leave.


Bruce Banner:
Bruce is really a quiet person, he always tries to contol his emotions since he absolutely doesn’t want to turn green, so even if he is jealous, he simply hides it at that very moment and waits for you two to be alone so that he can talk to you.


Thor: He’s Thor, he is worthy and everyone else just isn’t, so whenever a guy tries to flirt with you, he doesn’t lose his temper introducing himself as your boyfriend, and gladly watches the guy’s self-esteem going to pieces.


Clint Barton:
He’s a bastard, and this is one of the reasons why you love him, so when a guy goes too far with you he shoots an arrow right above his head, pretending it was a mistake and says things like “You should go away, next time you might not be this lucky." 


Tony Stark:
Tony is a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, pretty jealous man you would add. When he gets jealous there’s no way to stop his sarcasm, he practically destroys with words the guy in question and does it keeping his usual smirk on his face.


James "Bucky” Barnes:
Bucky is quite insecure, he thinks you deserve the best in life and he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to give it to you. For this reason, whenever a guy flirts with you, he becomes quiet and withdrawn, so you immediately notice something’s wrong with him and forget about the other boy, going straight to him to make sure he knows how much you love him. 


Pietro Maximoff:
Pietro is quite possessive when it comes to you, he doesn’t want anyone to look or talk to you in a non-proper way, so whenever another guy flirts with you, he runs straight to you and threatens him using some strange Russian words that you yourself don’t understand, but they do sound pretty intimidating.


Wanda Maximoff: Wanda always knows if someone is having malicious thoughts about you, so she wastes no time and walks up to you, wrapping her arms around you in order to make it clear that  you’re taken.

Natasha Romanoff: Natasha is, well, Natasha. She can’t help telling things the way they are, so whenever someone  flirts with you, she just tells him/her not to bother you and when you two are left alone she hungrily kisses you, whispering things like “Remember that you’re mine” 


Loki: Loki becomes dangerous whenever a guy flirts with you, he uses his magic tricks to make the boy drop in his own feet or to set his clothes on fire; obviously he never means to kill, he only means to maim, or seriously injure*.

*This is sort of a quote from Harry Potter, I do love Dobby!

Picture Credits: Zendaya