Avengers kissing fest!

[such_heights]

(Me? Procrastinating on my own fannish projects? Never!)

I declare a festival of kissing for my pretty summer fling fandom. Avengers movieverse, all characters, all ships and no ships, all fanworks.

THE RULES:

01. Leave a comment with two or more characters from the Avengers movieverse who you'd like to see kiss. You can include a prompt if you like as an optional extra for the prompt-filler.
02. Reply to a comment with a fanwork in which those characters kiss. The kissing can be platonic or romantic, on the mouth or the cheek or the forehead or the shoulder or anywhere else that you like.
03. All fanworks welcome, including art/podfic/vids/icons/recs/meta/fic etc. Multiple fills for the same prompt are encouraged. Replying to your own prompt is fine. Anon commenting is fine. Coming back and posting a fill two months later is fine.

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eta: fills so far:

Bruce/Clint
by estelendur

Bruce/Natasha
by musesfool

Bruce/Pepper/Tony
by d_generate_girl
by such_heights

Bruce/Tony
by musesfool
by thingswithwings
by florahart
by estelendur

Bucky/Natasha/Steve
by hederahelix

Bucky/Steve
by gorgeousnerd
by jain
by laylee

Clint/Coulson
by sunnyrea
by meinterrupted

Clint/Darcy
by liseuse
by liseuse 2
by grammarwoman

Clint/Hill
by stevie

Clint/Natasha
by recessional (contains gory imagery)
by liseuse
by liseuse 2 (gory imagery)
by some_stars
by recessional 2
by ceridweyn_lin
by recessional 3
by recessional 4
by anonymous

Clint/Steve
by longwhitecoats

Clint/various
by ashen_key

Coulson/Fury
by emmypenny

Coulson/Steve
by estelendur
by such_heights

Darcy/Jane
by meinterrupted

Darcy/Thor
by florahart

Darcy/Steve
by musesfool
by liseuse

Fury/Hill
by longwhitecoats
by igrockspock

Fury/Steve
by jain

Heimdall/Loki
by just_ann_now

Hill/Natasha
by just_ann_now
by liseuse

Hulk/Pepper
by spicedrum

Jane/Tony
by spicedrum

Loki/Thor
by terryh-nyan
by longwhitecoats

Natasha/OFC
by ashen_key

Natasha/Pepper
by thingswithwings
by such_heights

Natasha/Rhodey
by sinensis

Natasha/Steve
by liseuse
by musesfool
by spicedrum

Natasha/Thor
by spatz

Pepper/Tony
by thingswithwings
by spatz

Rhodey/Tony
by spatz

Steve/Thor
by estelendur

Tony/team
by such_heights

Comments

[musesfool]

Thank you! <3

[musesfool]

\o/

Thank you!

[raanve]

Oh, this is lovely. Thank you! <3

[emmypenny]

After the meeting with the WSC, Fury makes his way through the bowels of the helicarrier to a quiet room.

"You'll be happy to hear they did it," he says, crossing to the bed at the other side of the room.

"You were right. They just needed that extra push. Bet you're pretty pleased with yourself. You did what I couldn't. You got even Captain America himself to believe in the Avengers.

"I suggest if you're going to say 'I told you so,' that you do it now, or hold your peace."

He pauses for a moment, before glancing down at the figure in the bed.

"Congratulations, Agent Coulson. You succeeded where I failed. The world owes you more than it will ever know."

He bends down and places a brief kiss on Coulson's forehead.

"I've got my work cut out for me, now that you're not around to cover my ass anymore. You were my good eye. I'm going to have to watch my own back from now on."

He pulls the blanket up, covering the body.

"Thank you."

[raanve]

Oh god, I love this whole fill but this line especially. SO MANY FEELS.

[liseuse]

I think you just broke my heart. In a good way. But, hurty.

[liseuse]

I'm glad you like it, bb! ♥

[thingswithwings]

Tony in his default boyfriend state tends towards extremes: it's always either complete interest in everything she's doing and overwhelming levels of affection and heat, or it's three days of him locked in his workshop, dead to the world and issuing only single-syllable responses to most questions. Pepper finds that, while she knows she's not supposed to like such a thing, she kind of does; they've always been good at finding a rhythm together, and this is no different. They are desperately in love in their own, rather practical way, and if she would just as soon he were out of her hair while she's busy running the company, that's no one's business but theirs.

One of the rhythms she's learned to anticipate, though, is the way Tony will always come to her after a tough mission, whether as Iron Man or with the Avengers; the way he'll want more than anything to get his mouth on her, to kiss her and draw his teeth over her skin as if desperate for the taste of her. This is something Pepper can understand and live with, especially when he's got his face buried between her thighs and is licking and sucking at her cunt like it's the only thing he needs in the world: like he can forget the adrenaline and violence coursing through his system by bringing his focus down to this one point, the point where his mouth meets her body and draws her pleasure from her. He rarely gets hard, on those nights, and when she finally can't take any more he'll lay his head against her thigh and kiss her absently, eyes closed, before falling asleep.

Pepper, for her part, watches JARVIS's video feed from the Iron Man suit, watches as Tony dodges alien destructo rays and takes hits from things far stronger than he is. As she watches she anticipates the moment when Tony will come back to her, when she can fuck his face and tighten her fingers in his hair and hold on, bring him down, bring them both back down together.

[grammarwoman]

*clappyhands* YAY! This is adorable - I love it! Darcy and Clint snarking is the best. :D :D :D

[thingswithwings]

Nick Fury/Maria Hill, losing control

[musesfool]

When Natasha stalks towards him, predatory gleam in her eye, Bruce feels more than a twinge of trepidation. When she puts her hands on his arms, holds him in place with a light touch and the knowledge that he won't break free, he sucks in a deep, calming breath, and the scent of her shampoo, astringent and herbal. When she presses her mouth to his, hot and open and needy, he gasps into it, surprised, or maybe pleased, and not a little worried about what she's thinking and how it will end.

She pulls back and studies him, her gaze steady and assessing, and then kisses him again, with teeth this time, sharp against his lower lip, a warning and a dare. He holds still and kisses her back gently, letting her have control here, where he doesn't need it, the anger that always simmers in his belly banked for now, overtaken by the heat of desire washing through him.

This time when she pulls back the appraisal is still there, but its edged with need, and her lips curl in a small, smug smile. She muffles his answering laugh with another kiss, her hands sliding down his arms to fold around his hands, and pull him towards the couch. He goes without resistance and, for once, without being afraid.

[thingswithwings]

oooooooh, this is lovely.

[misbegotten]

Clint/Coulson, wardrobe malfunction

[musesfool]

The band plays something slow and Steve watches couples swirl across the dance floor and laughs, because if he doesn't, he might cry.

Natasha touches his arm and gives him an inquisitive look.

"Funny how this is one of the few things that hasn't changed," he says. The men are all in tuxedos, the women in gowns that sway and flare as their partners spin them about. Waiters in white jackets are distributing flutes of champagne as the dancing wraps up in favor of the countdown. It could be 1943 again instead of five minutes away from 2013.

He hands a glass of champagne to Natasha and takes one himself. Tony gets up on the bandstand and even that is familiar in a way that makes Steve's heart hurt; he's good at separating Tony from Howard--they're not as alike as all that, he's learned--but right at this moment, it's harder than it's been in a long time. He holds a hand out to Pepper, who joins him.

"Pepper and I would like you to join us in counting down to the future," Tony says.

"May this year be better than the last," Natasha murmurs, raising her glass as the rest of the crowd starts counting down.

The crowd chants out the last ten seconds and then the band strikes up Auld Lang Syne.

Natasha pulls him down into a kiss, her tongue licking into his mouth and curling over his in a way that makes his whole body heat up. When she pulls back, he makes a soft whimpering noise and she smiles.

"Begin as you mean to go on," she says.

"Well in that case..." Steve sets his still-full glass of champagne on a passing tray and sweeps her into his arms. After a surprised gasp, Natasha curls her fingers into the lapel of his tux and laughs into his mouth.

He can't think of a sweeter way to start the year.

[musesfool]

Thank you!

[musesfool]

Thank you!

afterparty (aftermath)

[thingswithwings]

Tony's kissing everyone tonight, or at least everyone who'll let him. Surprisingly, this includes Natasha (who puts her hand on Tony's throat and backs him against the wall, but keeps the kiss going) and Thor (who picks Tony up and twirls him around, laughing), but not Clint (who ducks away, grinning, and flees to higher ground) or Pepper (who places two fingers against Tony's lips when he tries and whispers something in Tony's ear that makes Tony shiver, before she turns him around and smacks his ass). It's just a thing Tony does, the way he knows how to interact with people, a challenge to keep his mind busy. The team these days is, generally, kind of . . . affectionate. With each other. Like that. Bruce tries not to watch the way Tony's mouth moves eagerly against Natasha's, the way he laughs against Thor's lips, just like he tries not to pay attention to who comes out of whose bedroom wearing whose shirts in the mornings.

Bruce is standing off in a corner with a drink in his hand - his third - and wondering why he doesn't just go to bed. Tony tends to throw these parties every time they defeat yet another giant snake or whatever, and Bruce is almost always too tired to stay, too worn out by the transformation and the fear that comes with it. His adrenaline crash is kind of epic.

When Tony finishes his absurdly slow wet peck-on-the-lips with Steve and comes up to him, Bruce holds out a hand, giving his best wry smile. "I don't need my tonsils cleaned, thanks."

Tony grabs Bruce's arm, a little tipsy, and half-collapses so that they both sit down hard on the little steps down into the sunken living room. Bruce lands with his hip pressed up against Tony's, with Tony's fingers still tight around his arm.

"Why so sad, wallflower?" Tony asks, and it's teasing, but there's something dark behind it, too.

Bruce rolls his eyes. "I'm just tired. You put on and then lose 900 pounds in a day and see how you feel."

Tony scowls. "Ugh, I hate how you break the law of conservation of mass. Like, don't even talk to me about it. I'm so freaked out just thinking about it."

"I know what you mean," Bruce sighs.

Tony lets go of Bruce's wrist and slides his arm around Bruce's shoulders, holding him tight for a second and then loosening his grip, like a sideways one-armed hug. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out," Tony says. "It'll just lead us to a new understanding of matter and energy, that's all."

Bruce wordlessly holds up his glass, which Tony clinks with his own, and they both drink. Tony's arm is still around Bruce's shoulders, a warm steady weight.

"It's not just the physical transformation, though, is it." His tone is casual, like they're discussing the weather or the latest alien attack on New York City, not Bruce's bizarre destructive illness slash superpower.

"Nope," Bruce agrees. He thinks about elaborating, but there are so many other things he could say, and each of them makes him feel just a little like there's a weight on his chest, big and green, keeping him from taking a breath.

"Losing control, becoming yourself but not yourself anymore. I think I'd want to be unconscious afterwards too." He takes a long pointed sip of his drink, and Bruce takes the hint and does the same. "There are . . . other ways to lose yourself, though," he says, this last in something more like his usual arch tone.

"I'm sure you've tried them all." Bruce smiles at him, and is rewarded with a long, serious, appraising look.

"I have," is all Tony says, but he maintains eye contact.

Bruce leans in and presses his mouth to Tony's, letting himself stay soft and yielding and everything he's not when he's huge and green. Tony kisses back slowly, almost thoughtfully, his tongue licking in easy unhurried little touches against Bruce's lips. Bruce pulls back an inch and then moves in again, another slow soft kiss, and then another, a whole series, broken by brief pauses for breath, for the moment when Tony cups Bruce's face in his palm before tilting his head to meet Bruce's mouth again.

With their faces still close together, Tony grins and says, "Now I just need Clint for the whole set." Bruce smacks him in the chest. Tony grins and stands up, then offers Bruce his hand. Bruce takes it and lets Tony pull him to his feet.

"Seriously, come by later. We should talk." And since they're already at Tony's home and Bruce already lives two floors away, what Tony really means is come by my bedroom, we can fuck. Bruce nods, considering.

"Maybe I will," he says.

[musesfool]

This really sounds like them and how they make their relationship work.

Re: afterparty (aftermath)

[musesfool]

Aw, Bruce.

And yeah, I can only imagine how weirded out they are by the way Hulk breaks the laws of physics.

Re: afterparty (aftermath)

[such_heights]

oh heaaaaaarts, this is so lovely and they're so good for each other and aw. :D

[such_heights]

Awwwww! This is lovely. <3

[such_heights]

YES GOOD. <3

[such_heights]

Oh, my heart. ;_; This is gorgeous.

[such_heights]

a;lsjda this is AWESOME, both a great little character study and totally hot. Yay!

Re: uh, mild warning for Clint using Special, Slightly Gorey Imagery

[such_heights]

a;das;ldj why are they so endearing and fucked up at the same time? This is great.