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

warning: explicit

[liseuse]

"You know," Steve said as Darcy drew back from him on the couch, smoothing her clothes and trying to slow her breathing down, "we don't have to keep stopping like this."

Darcy made a sort of eurngh noise, as she looked down at Steve, who had his shirt half off, and hair rumpled because of her hands, and kiss-red lips. "We said we were going to take it slow. Remember?" She sounded a little frustrated, even to her own ears. Dating Captain America was fucking awesome, but the deal had been that it had to be kept slow, so he didn't freak out. Steve is weirdly more self-aware than anyone thinks.

"Well, there's slow and then there's slow. I mostly meant that we could keep it simple, and then you could introduce me to rope bondage and being spanked later on." Steve grinned up at Darcy, with that wicked glint in his eye, and Darcy's willpower collapsed in on itself in about three seconds flat. She moved so she was kneeling over him, and held his arms down by his side - it's a completely false sense of power, she knows he could flip them without breaking a breath, but Steve sort of shuddered under her touch and rolled his hips up completely unconsciously.

"Rope bondage, really?" Darcy sort of squeaked, and lifted her body up so there was a gap between their bodies. "Who told you about that?"

"Clint," Steve said as he ran a hand up her back, under her shirt. "He mentioned something you said about liking your men tied up and unable to move."

"I am going to kill him. Friday night drunk talk shouldn't be conveyed to anyone else." Darcy lost her breath again as Steve brought his hand round, and stroked her nipple over her bra. "Hands off, hands off," she said, and let go of Steve's arms. His hand slipped out from under her t-shirt at lightspeed, and he carefully put both his arms down by his sides. "Oh, no, I didn't mean I wasn't comfy with this, I just want to take my t-shirt off," Darcy laughed as Steve's face lit up again. "Though, high-five for boundary respect," Darcy said, a little muffled as she lifted her t-shirt off over her head, and then reached round to unclip her bra. Steve swallowed hard as her breasts were revealed, and reached one hand up to reverently cup one. "Also, gentle is fine, but you know, I'm not actually made of fine china."

"I have no idea what I did to deserve this," Steve said in tones of awe, and rolled her nipple between his fingers. Darcy tipped her head back and moaned and shifted to sit forward a little. She rocked down, and Steve groaned, long and loud. "You're going to need to stop that, or I am going to come in my trousers."

"Take them off then," Darcy said, and licked her lips. She knelt up a little, and then giggled at Steve's lack of co-ordination as he tried to shove his trousers down without letting go of her breast. She reached back with one hand and pulled his cock out of his underwear, and stroked up and down a couple of times. Steve batted her hand out of the way, and slid a hand up under her skirt, slipping his fingers under the elastic of her knickers teasingly. Darcy swallowed heavily as she felt Steve's fingers slip between her folds, and the tip of one circle, ever so delicately, before pushing into her just a little. "Okay, okay, let me just get rid of these," Darcy said and then groaned in appreciation as Steve ripped them carefully up one side and tossed them onto the coffee table. "Dear Christ on a cracker, that was ridiculously hot," Darcy swallowed, and rocked down onto Steve's finger.

Steve's breathing sped up a little, and he pulled her onto his lap, so he could sit up and nuzzle at her breasts. He added another finger, and Darcy whimpered appreciatively. "Does that magic bag of yours contain a rubber?" Steve asked and slid another finger in.

"Yeah," Darcy said breathlessly and leaned forward to stretch an arm out behind Steve's head. She rummaged blindly in her bag, and thrust her hips down as Steve bit down gently on her nipple, before soothing the bite with his tongue. She finally found the strip of condoms, and shoved one into Steve's hand. He carefully tore the wrapper, and reached down to roll the condom on. Darcy pouted a little as he slid his fingers out of her, and then brought his hand to her lips so she could lick them clean. Steve swallowed hard at the sight, and then lined them up so Darcy could sink down onto his cock. They both groaned and Darcy clutched at Steve's arms as he thrust up into her.

"This isn't going to take long," Steve said, a little apologetically, as his thrusts got more and more erratic. He slid his hand back down, to Darcy's clit, and rolled it around between his fingers, easing off and then on as Darcy's thighs began to shake and her breathing sped up.

"Oh, Jesus, Steve," Darcy said as her orgasm hit, and she clenched around Steve, which was all it took for Steve to white-out and come with one last thrust up into her. She collapsed down onto his chest, and they lay there are their breathing settled. Darcy lifted herself up when she thought she might have some muscle control and snuggled down into the crook of Steve's arm.

"Got it, you're not a delicate flower," Darcy said through a yawn, and then fell asleep with one of Steve's hands stroking her hip, and the other twisting a lock of her hair round a finger.