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

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Triangular Distribution (part 3/3)

[hederahelix]

Natasha was moving with a smoothness he had never, ever seen her use before. When he that Bucky's carriage held that rakish posture he'd watched a thousand times, he realized when he'd never seen Natasha move like this. The only time he saw Bucky stand like that was when he was seducing someone. Steve began to try to figure out how to get out of there. He was willing to do what Bucky needed, but he didn't think he could bear to watch it, but before he could escape, Steve felt Natasha's hand slip from his waist to his back at the same time that he watched her other hand sliding from around Bucky's waist to rest on his ass. He knew—oh, God, how he knew—what Bucky's ass felt like beneath his own fingers, and his mouth dropped open a little at the memory. He closed his eyes for a moment to try to get his bearings. It wasn't working. Not at all.

"Boys, I want to be clear here. We've danced around this long enough. I have missed James something fierce. I would very much like to see how things go with this new version of him. I have held back long enough for us all to get our feet under ourselves and see how we felt once the James came back to himself and to us. But I'm not waiting now that we're here"

She leaned over and held her lips over Bucky's for a moment before he surged forward and met her, apparently also unwilling to wait even one second more. Steve knew he should have been pulling away from this—leaving them to it, but instead he found himself mesmerized by the way James's lashes looked against his skin with his eyes closed. He looked beyond peaceful that way; he looked happy. Steve heard Natasha moan in response. Their kiss may have begun as the kind of tentative kiss of a first date. A way to ask permission for something when no one is sure exactly what. But it didn't stay like that for long. Bucky's arm slipped around her waist and drew her body to press against his. Steve had to close his eyes to steady himself even as he felt Natasha's hand on his own back begin to retreat. He couldn't blame her for that; he knew all too well what it was like to be caught in that kind of focus from Bucky. His body remembered vividly and was responding accordingly.

It was Natasha who finally pulled back to end the kiss. Steve watched as she blinked once slowly before turning to face him. Her hand moved up to the center of his back and tugged gently, urging him closer. "But I would have to be blind not to see the past you two had, and I could never deny either of you that even if I wanted to. And I don't want either of you to give up something that makes you both so happy."

And then Bucky was leaning toward him. Somewhere, in the far reaches of his mind, there was a klaxon sounding. Men did not kiss men with agents around. Where cameras could see. Natasha for whatever else she was was a lady, and was Bucky's, and—

At that moment Steve Rogers realized that he just didn’t care. He'd done his duty over and over. He'd lost more than he could stand to feel. He'd stood up to ideals someone else had set and fought to make them the law of the land for a long time. He thought about Peggy's face in the locket as the plane went down, her frantic broken voice over the radio—

And he realized that, damn it, he deserved to be happy too.

It was now the future. And there was Bucky—who was alive and warm and underneath new scents smelled exactly as he always had—standing right in front of him. There for the taking. And Natasha, who could take care of herself and who always knew what she wanted—had offered them this. He saw the tiny tremble in Bucky's lower lip, and any resistance Steve had left was gone. He was done. Something snapped and he pushed forward. The kiss was messy. It was terrible. It was teeth and tongues and heat and wetness and closeness that wasn't nearly close enough. It was awkward in its familiarity and strangeness all rolled into one, like they both had to remember how to do this while trying to convince themselves that it was really real, but it didn't matter how bad it was because it was coming home. It was amazing. He felt Bucky's body press against his and leaned into that contact. Pressing all of his body against Bucky's, he groaned and pulled them tighter together. Bucky had always been fast to respond to the familiar, but he wasn't quite sure he'd ever known Bucky to start getting hard this fast. It was just as much of a rush as he remembered—maybe more so since he hadn't expected ever to feel it again. Steve's hips moved forward, and as they kissed again—slightly more gracefully, slightly less predatorily—he thrust slowly against him. Then he remembered Natasha.

As he pulled his head away, he turned to see her watching raptly. His mouth was open to apologize, but she spoke first. "Wow," she said, softly. "That was even hotter than I imagined."

"You imagined this?" he asked, his own voice soft and unsure.

He watched as she held herself perfectly still, perfectly apart. Like she was asking for permission. "An embarrassing number of times." Her hand came up to rest on his cheek. "I don't think there's anyone who could be this close to you and not fall a little bit in love with you, Cap. If you want, and he's okay with it, I want to kiss you too."

For a moment, he flashed back to the last woman he'd known brave enough to pick up a gun and shoot it at something impossible without a second thought because Natasha's words felt as skilled and as daring as when Peggy picked up a pistol and fired unerringly at a S.H.I.E.L.D. that hadn't even been tested. He closed his eyes and asked Peggy's permission as a way to say one last goodbye to her even as he leaned forward and thought maybe in a way he was finally making a date he hadn't expected to make after all. It was just a few decades late with a person--or persons --he hadn't expected. He had a momentary flash of some kind of unnamed desire that had maybe slithered through his stomach on a plane in enemy airspace with hostile fire all around them as he looked at Howard and Peggy just before he dropped in to save the man who was standing in front of him again. His mind flashed to the way the sunlight slanted through the windows of the apartment as he laughed at that joke his parents were laughing at. And he realized what he was feeling.

Home. Belonging. It was here, his for the taking.

Bucky was still. It was a body Steve'd known nearly as long as he could remember. There was a time when he had had to look up at it, but not now. He squeezed Bucky gently, hoping his movements would say what he didn't trust his voice to. And then Bucky was pulling back, and somehow Steve managed not to whimper at the loss of contact, which was lucky because Natasha was moving into his space. Then he turned to Natasha and took her in his arms. He heard Bucky gasp beside him, and he looked over, fearing what he would see on Bucky's face, but what he saw there was only desire and curiosity and the best kind of anticipation.

And a fragile tiny wave of hope. Steve realized that Bucky was just as scared of this going wrong. Of any of them losing each other. Steve turned his attention back to Natasha. If this was going to work, it had to work between each of them, and a woman this strong and beautiful deserved his full attention anyway.

Compared to Bucky, Natasha felt tiny pressed against Steve in the circle of his arms, but he wasn't fool enough to miss the underlying strength coiled in her smaller frame. Still, this was uncharted territory, and underneath that brave facade, there also the slightest tremor in her muscles. For all her worldliness and controlled exterior, she was just as anxious as he felt, he realized. Somehow that made it easier. If she was anxious, Steve knew how to do this. All he had to do was be there to protect her. They had done that on dozens of missions. As she drew her hand away, letting it come to rest on his shoulder, he let his right hand reach up to rest on her cheek. He was mindful that unlike the two kisses so far, this was a first kiss. He brushed his thumb across her lips and watched as her eyes fluttered closed, as her lips opened slightly, and as a sigh that was little more than a breath escaped her throat. He let his left hand rest on her waist and gently, so gently, being extra mindful of his own strength as he felt his nervous system crying out for more pulled her toward him. He let his lips brush lightly across hers once, moving left to right. She moaned at the same time as Bucky did, and he felt the tell tale swelling begin in earnest below his belt. He drew his lips slightly less gently back across hers back to where he began, brushing once more before he let just the tip of his tongue lap softly at her lower lip. She moaned and opened her mouth, pressing to meet him. Her tongue led her kiss, reaching for and then circling his, its pressure even more delicately teasing than he thought it could be. When they pulled away, she was not the only one panting as she tried to catch her breath.

Could it be that easy, he wondered?

He'd spent months planning how this might go down. This solution had never occurred to him.

"Really?" he asked, winded. "Really, we're all—are we all sure that we're all all good with this?"

Natasha smiled and drove her hips forward against his, and Steve tried to force his brain to focus on now. He was already thinking about the later—about what it would feel like to slide into her, to sink home. Would Bucky be watching? Would he have been there first? Oh, God, Steve thought, closing his eyes and pushing away the overwhelming desire that thought evoked in him.

He looked up at the two of them and felt slightly stunned.

Her whole being was radiating a kind of hunger she'd never let him see before, but now that he knew where to look, he suspected there had been hints of it there all along. Up close and full force, though, it was mesmerizing.

"I would be better with it if we were naked and horizontal," she said, the hand of hers not still on his back reaching out towards Bucky.

Bucky's arms came around them both and with barely a hesitation, he lifted the two of them up off the ground. "I'll second that."

"Yakov, put us down. We will all walk into this together. Not be carried," she said as if it were vitally important.

Bucky leaned over and nuzzled her neck. "I seem to recall you very much enjoying being carried before."

She looked at Steve, who offered, "I'm not much for being carried, but if it makes you happy, it's fine with me."
He smiled as he said it, and it got the response from her she hoped as she smiled back. Her voice was steady, but if you knew where to look, you could see the apprehension. It settled into the tense way she held herself still. He'd had a taste of what she looked like when she let all the restraints go; he'd never not know again what it looked like.

He let his thumb brush her cheek again. "Natasha, it's fine. You have a past. It's okay. I'm not going to spook if you bring it up." She looked down and away. "But I appreciate you asking. Do you want me to ask before I bring up our past?"

Bucky looked at them with his best fake wounded look squarely in place. "You two have a past? Natasha, you never—"

She kicked him in the shin. "Pronouns. A pain in the ass in every language. James, the longer you stand here making jokes, the longer it'll take to get to the naked and horizontal parts—"

Steve leaned over and whispered in her ear, purposely allowing his lips to brush against her ear. "Ignore him when he gets like this. He's incorrigible."

"Then don't—"

Steve leaned over and kissed Bucky so he'd shut up. Her eyebrow raised, Natasha said, "That'll work."

But once he'd gotten Bucky back under his mouth, he realized he was going to have a hard time letting go. It had been so long. Natasha was new and seductive as hell in a totally unexpected way, but tasting and touching Bucky was filling a longing so deep he was afraid he'd fall in and never come out again. And from the way Bucky was responding, Steve wasn't the only one who felt that way. Bucky looked like a kid in a candy store.

He pulled back. They all stood there, unsure. Steve broke the silence by saying, "I heard something about naked and horizontal."

Natasha nodded, slightly dazed looking. Bucky was just panting.

"Call it, Cap," she said as she ran one hand down each man's chest.

"Whose bedroom?" he asked as he let his hand slide down Natasha's neck.

She smiled as she leaned into the touch, but her voice was steady when she spoke. "I would say the master just because it would make me happy to think of Tony imagining that, but he doesn't get to have even that much of this."

Steve felt Bucky's hand come to settle at his lower back fingers dipping just beneath the waistband of his trousers. "Mine. I want it to be in mine."

Natasha moved away from Steve and walked past Bucky, allowing her hip to brush the front of his pants. Steve watched as Bucky's eyes closed and he groaned.

Natasha stopped and turned to face them. "Good. That's where I stashed a few things we might need."

The expression on her face was one Steve had seen a thousand times, but it felt like it meant something different now. "You stashed a few things we might need?" he asked.

She darted away from the two of them and towards the bedroom. "You seriously thought my idea of celebrating a milestone this big would be fast food, Rogers?" She smirked and turned to Bucky. "We need to work on his sense of scale.

Buck tugged on Steve's trousers. "I told you she was dangerous when she planned this early in the morning."

Dangerous indeed.

Re: Triangular Distribution (part 3/3)

[(Anonymous)]

This is lovely. Love the emotional build-up and hints at the backstory. Your descriptions are just gorgeous ♥

Re: Triangular Distribution (part 3/3)

[sinensis]

awww, nicely emotionally complex! and hot, too, which is always a bonus. I love the idea of the three of them thrown together, dealing with their (omg, SO complicated) histories with one another. And their yen for In-N-Out. *g*