Note: Not beta read. Idk wtf I was doing but have this 👐🏻 tagged things because of platonic or family based relationships.
Stark!Reader who's life has been sadly similar to her father's after thinking she needed to follow in his footsteps perfectly and have several doctorates by the time she's in her early 20s.
Stark!Reader who's also a Thunderbolt because she was publicly recognized as an Avenger after the war.
Stark!Reader who used to date a certain super powered boy but doesn't remember him at all because of his sacrifice for the sake of everyone's safety.
Stark!Reader who is second in command after Bucky but actively pushes her responsibility off to Yelena because she would rather putter around a lab instead.
Stark!Reader who was pushed into flying into space with her suit after a mysterious spaceship entered the earths atmosphere. Only to make contact and direct that ship down to Wakanda before flying off to contact her own team.
Stark!Reader who's the first to meet the Fantastic Four and have Johnny Storm immediately obsessed with her intellect. Fully understanding his sister Sue's attraction to his brother-in-law now. The way his eyes twinkle when looking at her is lost on nobody but her.
Stark!Reader trying to ignore him while speaking with Dr. Richards, only to be made fun of by adults older than her, John and Ava, about a "big blonde puppy" following her around once everyone is back in the tower. But others, Bob and Alexei, seem to be in support of it.
Stark!Reader who seemed to have made this man completely smitten with dismissive words and a few glares. But she has more important things to attend to. Like helping out her Uncle Bruce and the boy her age he asked for help with.
Stark!Reader who's highly confused by the tension rolling off the smitten blonde and overly annoyed brunette. Bunting heads at every turn as she's just trying to work and figure things out but neither of them are helping at all.
I need yelena to fuck me while Bucky watches tbh. Or the whole team(minus Alexei) 🫠
fuck john, i hate john, this is not a john safe space
you sit with your back flush to yelena’s chest and your feet propped up on the seat of the couch. your knees are up and your legs are spread wide, giving your audience a perfect view of yelena’s fingers stuffed inside of you.
three sets of eyes are focused intently on how you take them. the wetness of your eager pussy makes the slide easy, and she’s taken her time to open you up.
yelena’s chin is hooked over your shoulder, putting her mouth at the perfect position to talk in your ear. she gives you praises both in english and russin, quiet enough so only you can hear them.
“look what you’re doing to bob. he looks like he’s about to cum in his pants,” she coos. “think he’s ever seen such a pretty pussy before?”
you shake your head. maybe that’s conceited of you, but yelena has given you so much praise over the course of your relationship that you’re surprised your head still fits in the room.
“ava looks like she’s dying for a taste of you. would you let her?”
“yes,” you moan, far too loud.
“awh, you sweet thing,” she chuckles. “that eager for more?”
“i need it, please.”
she stops thursting her fingers and instead curls them, rubbing that spot deep inside that drives you crazy. her thumb joins in and begins to toy with your clit, the dual stimulation pushing you closer to your edge.
“all three of them, but i’m the only one who you cum for,” she mumbles.
“i’m so close, lena. please let me,” you whine.
she hums in consideration. “what do you think, barnes. should i?” she doesn’t raise her voice any, but she doesn’t need to. she knows bucky can hear her perfectly fine.
“yeah,” he responds, startling both ava and bob. “let her cum.” his voice is thick with desire, and all three of them have matching lust-blown eyes.
“go ahead, love. be good and cum for me,” she orders.
you stop straining to hold back your orgasm and allow it to wash over you. your cunt, soaking and sensitive, pulses around her fingers. she doesn’t stop her movements until you’re trying to squim away from her, too sensitive to take it.
Oh oh, can I request a sort of alternate ending to the kidnapping headcanons with each of the Thunderbolts where, when they are about to break into the building reader is trapped in, reader appears behind them all bloody and bruised, making them jump and her saying, “Did you guys come to save me? Aww, that’s so sweet, I feel so loved right now!!”
(OMG YES This is sweet and fun I love it)
the thunderbolts come to save you, but you've already handled it yourself
tags- fem!reader, mostly just silly and fluffy, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of blood and fighting and minor injuries, some language
Yelena
Yelena knows that you’re tough, but she doesn’t expect you to be able to get yourself out of this one. The group gets to where you’re being held, and you’re just sitting on the ground, with your back up against the doorway. You look like hell, but you’re free. This is not what Yelena had imagined. She thought she’d have to free you herself and toss you over her shoulder or something. She couldn’t be more happy to see that she was wrong about your state. “Oh, hey, guys! This is awfully sweet of you to all come out here. This is a long ways away from the city,” you say as you manage to get back up on your feet. Yelena looks at you, amazed, and runs up to hug you and kiss your temple. Walker mutters to Ava, “At this point we could’ve just called her an Uber.”
Bucky
Bucky did not want to think about what could be happening to you. He’s seen a lot of pain and hurt in his day, so he knows firsthand how ugly these situations can get. Luckily, it never got as bad as it could’ve, because you actually broke yourself out. Bucky did not expect to find you already fighting off your captors on your own when he arrived with the whole team. Bucky wants to help, of course. He gets one punch in. You thank him, like you haven’t just knocked out every other person on your own. “I was just about to look for where they hid my phone so I could call you to give me a ride home, but it looks like I didn’t even need to call! You guys are the best,” you say, as if you’d just been stranded at the airport. Bucky’s never been so proud.
Ava
The fact that the search for you was dragging on for days was only making Ava’s nerves worse. Leaving you in danger for so long made her feel so horrible, and sometimes she’d wonder if it was possible that you’d escaped on your own. She figured it was too much to hope for, but it made her feel a little better. Besides, it wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility. She’d imagine finally reaching your location, and the people who were supposed to be guarding you would all be just as clueless about your whereabouts as she was. She never considered that they’d all be unconscious on the ground when she got there. “Ava!!” she hears you yell from behind. She spins around and sees you jogging (with a slight limp) down the hall to reach her. She’s astonished. “Aww you guys! Thanks for coming. That means a lot.” After that remarkably chill response, Ava looks at you like you’ve never been so beautiful and cool in her eyes before, and that’s saying something.
John
John was terrified the whole time you were missing. All day long, he panicked and thought about all the horrible things that could be happening to you at any given moment. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, he led the whole search, and he was ready to do whatever to took to get to you. You can only imagine his surprise when you run out and cut his destructive rampage short. He keeps standing there and looking at you because this is not computing. You're just standing there with your hands on your hips, your clothes all tattered, with bruises and cuts all over you. You're clearly exhausted, but you manage a little smirk. "Awww, Walker! Were you worried about me?" He just tosses his silly folded shield to the ground and pulls you into a tight hug. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." He doesn't even put up a fight when you reach out to affectionately ruffle his hair or pinch his cheek like a grandma. He's just so happy you're safe.
Alexei
When Alexei gets there and realizes you’ve already broken yourself out, he is so shocked. Then he thinks about it for a moment, and he doesn’t know why he’s even surprised. Of course you solved this on your own! You’re such a badass. You always have been. It’s one of the first things he noticed about you, and it’s what initially drew him to you. He feels like he should’ve had more faith in you, but now’s not the time for that. Now’s the time to celebrate the fact that you’re safe. He lets out a loud, jovial laugh and wraps his arms around you, telling you over and over again how proud he is of you while wiping some blood from your forehead. Somehow, you always manage to surprise him. Everyone is thrilled that you’re back, but Alexei is absolutely beaming with pride and relief for the rest of the night.
Bob
Part of why the team originally didn’t want Bob to go on the rescue mission, besides the Void stuff, was because they didn’t know what kind of state you’d be in. Bob’s very new to this line of work, and they know how much you mean to him, so they thought it might be too much for him to handle if he ended up having to see you seriously hurt. Luckily that didn’t happen. Before they have the chance to break the door down, you walk out from the other side of the building, waving your arms. “Hey! I’m right here!” Bob rushes to hug you, and it’s so tight that all your words are kind of muffled. “Guys I got the whole search party? This is actually really flattering.” Bob pulls away after a while and he’s immediately worried again when he sees the bruising all over you. You make a “You should see the other guy” joke, but everyone knows you’re not kidding. They really don’t want to see the other guy.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ this is literally just how i believe introducing how someone thinks and interpts a character should be done. so i don't send someone into shock when i write for these characters.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ robert "bob" reynolds x fem! reader, james "bucky" barnes x fem! reader, john "stfu" walker x fem!reader, ava starr x fem! reader, yelena belova x fem! reader.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ how the thunderbolts act when they are sleepy.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ i never know what to do put here, i guess curse words?
yelena belova does not believe that she is ever tired. black under the eyes, yawning does not qualify at all. but all of that being said this is exactly what happens:
"I am not tired." Both of you sat on the couch. With a smile, you nodded your head and rolled your eyes, taking off the blue hoodie that had been helping keep you warm all evening. The inside was so fluffy that when you put it in the dryer, pieces would float around onto the other laundry for days. It was perfect bait.
"What are you doing?" Yelena was squinting but not daring to move her head down and forward off the back of the couch to face you as it would most certainly make her dizzy and that would make her yawn even more.
"I'm just a little warm." With a small smile, you place the hoodie on your lap and just let it sit as the TV played some reality tv that the two of you had been spending the late evening judging after dinner.
You closed your eyes and pressed your head back to mimic what she was doing. The moment she could sense you not staring at her, she moved and yawned as silently as she possibly could before taking her boots off with her feet. They thudded to the ground as she slowly dragged the clothing you had taken off closer to her until it was no longer sitting on you at all. Rubbing her eyes with all of her makeup still on she wiped her hands off on her pants before adjusting the hoodie to go over her head and onto her body.
"Fine, we can crash on the couch." Secretly, you did not hate crashing on the couch, but letting her believe that and watching her get all excited was just too cute to pass up.
With some quiet humming, you sat forward while she pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and onto the two of you as you stayed sitting up she pulled the hoodie over her head and got ready to lay down.
"Wait. You are not sleeping?" She side eyed you as she held part of the blanket covering her in her hands running her fingers over the plush material.
"No I am, just like this." You propped your feet up on the coffee table and kicked the blanket to cover your socked feet. Putting your head back in place with a nod.
"What? No, that is not comfortable at all." Before she could continue her rant, you lurched in her direction and pulled her down onto your lap, her head resting on your thigh and the length of the couch now hers.
"Goodnight star starfish." You mumbled eyes closed still feeling her tug and pull at your arm and the blanket to get in the optimal sleeping position.
"Starfish?" For a moment, she smiled and thought what a cute nickname, then it hit her, "I DO NOT SLEEP LIKE A STARFISH!"
A moment of silence followed. she had placed your arm so that your hand was touching the opposite side of her jaw. In order to keep this from becoming an entire discussion, you pet her face gently like one would to a baby who was fighting sleep.
"If a starfish loses all its arms, is it just a really confused circle until it grows them back?” Yelena mumbled under her breath as her head finally became heavy against you, and her breathing slowed and deepened. As follows, a leg came off the couch, as did an arm. A starfish.
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bucky barnes will straight up be passing out doing something, he is like all of a sudden on the floor dead asleep, which is great to try and time:
"What? What are you doing?" Slipping the knife from his hand you sat it down on your bedside table with a small clang.
"You're falling asleep with a knife in your hand, or you were anyway." You watched as he sat with his mouth slightly opened looking at you with a deep offense.
"I was not. I was working on something." He tries to reach over you but you put a very gentle hand on his chest.
"Where's the cloth?" You watch as Bucky mumbles and opens his hand to show you nothing. To which he starts fluffing the comforter, hoping that it would float up and he could say he just dropped it. The smell of his cologne wafted in the air, unlike what he was looking for. You laughed at him as he incredibly slowly turned his head to reface you.
"Witch." He glared at you without even having to look, you pulled the cloth from the side of your bed. It dangled in between your fingers as his eyes flickered between you and the damn barely dirty treacherous object.
"Wanna tell me what we were just talking about?" Matching his glare he took in a deep breath that turned into a yawn he tried to hold inside of his mouth.
"It's only nine o'clock." He rubbed his flesh hand over his eyes as he looked over at his old-fashioned alarm clock that you insisted he keep because it was so useful and reliable. Not wanting to possibly be wrong about what was said earlier or what had actually happened.
"So late already, man, I thought it was seven!" You began quickly turning off your lamp and climbing over top of him to turn his off.
"You think I get sleepy at seven?" Bucky's head thudded against his soft pillow as you manhandled him to get him to fully lie down.
"What were we doing at seven?" You placed both hands down on his chest now looking at him as he batted his eyes slowly not even trying to think about what you had just said to him.
"Oh, cmon, I don't need to be tucked in, I'm a grown man." He groaned as you rolled off of him and began bringing the blanket on top of him up to his shoulders.
Bucky let out a puff of air as you trapped him with your body and blankets, basically giving him a go-to-sleep treatment. Truth be told, the second he was warm, he totally passed out flat on his back exactly the way you placed him.
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john walker did not believe in naps or bedtime, let alone possibly resting anywhere that was nice in soft, but even the best need to rest:
"WHAT THE FUCK JOHN!" You jumped back and screamed with your hand clutching at your chest, now looking down at the floor. It was literally four o'clock in the morning, and you had just gotten up to get a damn ice pack for the migraine you had all evening thanks to a storm. But what you had came across was John sitting on a bar stool drinking a cup of coffee in silence.
"What the fuck you." He gestured in your direction, not taking his eyes off of the coffee cup sitting in his hand.
"What are you doing up?" With a roll of your eyes, you walked over to the freezer and slid the door open to grab an ice pack from the deep freeze where you kept the ones you used.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He scoffed and sipped some more. He had to have been sitting there for quite some time. You noticed the coffee pot was freezing cold, and he was in training clothes. He had been wearing earlier.
"Yes, John, that is typically why someone asks what someone is doing." You wrapped the ice pack in a dish towel before pressing it to your temple and leaning forward on the bar.
"You wouldn't understand." He finally looked up at you, not with his whole head, but just his eyes moved. Circles were incredibly dark, and you knew right then he had not yet even tried to sleep.
"Why did we give you a bedroom if you just weren't planning on ever sleeping?" You joked shaking your head the littlest bit you could manage.
"Hilarious." He picked up the cup with the shakiest hand you've ever seen on someone under ninety. The veins in his hands popped out, and his knuckles were white as he brought the cup up to his mouth.
Fuck me I am going to be nice to Walker
"Hey, can I ask a favor since you're up?" You knew he was going to give you shit and bitch and make jokes about it regardless.
"What do you want?" He was now fully looking at you and you took in a deep breath and puffed it back out through your nose.
"My head is killing me, like seriously killing me, and I would really love to get some sleep. I can't hold this ice pack and sleep at the same time because if I lay it on my pillow, even with it wrapped, it will eventually leak and get my pillow all wet." You tried your best to come up with something stupid that made enough sense for him to fall for.
"You want me to sit and watch you sleep while I hold ice on your head?" He summarized what you had just given him before rolling his eyes and getting up off his stool, "You coming?"
"Tell a girl, Walker, tell a girl." You mumbled as you walked to catch up with him as he made his way towards your bedroom.
He opened the door and let you walk through it before closing it behind himself. You handed him the ice pack and jumped in bed, getting all comfortable and curled up before he took off his shoes and got in bed, sitting on top of the bed.
"You can get under the blanket." Waving a corner of the blanket at him he took it roughly and covered himself up to his torso. Holding the ice pack on your head you switched your lamp off and dozed off. Needless to say Walker followed soon after and the ice pack ended up across your face and onto the floor.
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ava starr is happy to get some rest when she can, in fact finding her asleep is not uncommon when there are days she feels she can just be at peace:
You find her in the hallway, slumped against the wall just outside the room you're sharing.
Not ghosted. Not flickering. Not phasing in and out like she does when she's upset or startled or fighting the hum in her chest.
Just still.
Her legs are pulled up like she sat down with the intent to rest for a second and then forgot how to move again. Her head tips to the side when she notices you, a small, exhausted blink like she’s dragging herself back into her body.
“Ava?”
She doesn’t say anything at first.
Then:
“Sorry. I meant to come to bed. I just... stopped.”
You crouch beside her, gentle. “Rough day?”
She huffs out a breath—not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh. “Rough year. Rough life.”
You don’t push. You just sit, shoulder against the wall, close enough that she can lean in if she wants. You wait.
After a moment, she does. Slowly, her head tilts, coming to rest against your shoulder. She exhales, and it sounds like something deeper than air. Like permission. Like surrender.
“I’m so tired,” she murmurs.
There’s no dramatics in her voice. Just simple truth. She says it like it’s a fact: the sky is blue, water is wet, and I am so tired I could disappear.
You reach over and gently thread your fingers through hers. “Then come to bed.”
“I don’t want to move.” Her voice is smaller now. Not scared, just fragile. “I just want to be... still. For a little while.”
You nod. “Okay. Then we’ll be still.”
So you sit there together, on the floor, in the quiet. Her head against your shoulder. Her hand in yours. The baseboards are cold and the hallway light is too dim, but none of it matters because she’s here and breathing softer now. Less like she’s holding her breath. More like she’s starting to believe she doesn’t have to.
“Do you think it’s stupid,” she whispers, “that I want someone to tell me I can rest?”
You shake your head. “No. I think it’s human.”
She’s quiet again. Then:
“Will you say it?”
You squeeze her hand. Thumb brushing her knuckles. The kind of touch you know she can actually feel.
“You’re allowed to rest, Ava.” You feel her lean into you a little more.
Something in her unclenches.
You help her up, slow and easy, no rush. She doesn’t protest when you guide her to bed. She collapses into the mattress like she’s been underwater for years. You settle in beside her. She doesn’t usually like to be held when she’s vulnerable—but tonight, she turns toward you. Finds the crook of your arm. Tucks herself in there like she belongs.
“You’ll stay?” she asks quietly.
“Always.”
She falls asleep with your shirt clutched in one hand and your other arm draped over her back, her breathing finally even. No flickers. No phasing.
Just Ava. Resting.
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bob reynolds was so happy to have a peaceful, safe place to rest that he was happy to use it:
You were fucking exhausted, there was simply no other way to put it. It was a cold and cloudy day that had dragged on; every single hour felt like seven. You had just spent fifteen minutes looking for Robbie when it finally made sense. He’s already in bed, waiting for you, knowing you've had a long day. When you open the door, you see him stretched diagonally across the mattress like he’s trying to occupy every possible dimension of comfort.
One leg hanging off the side. One arm flung dramatically over your pillow. Half the blanket was tangled around his waist, the other half already on the floor. He blinks up at you when you open the door, slow and heavy-lidded like a cat in a sunbeam. His hair is sticking up in five different directions, and there’s a content, sleepy smile tugging at his mouth.
“You look cozy,” you say, amused. Dropping your shoes you had carried in, not wanting to dirty up the floor he had cleaned earlier.
“I am cozy,” he mumbles. “But I’d be cozier if you were here.”
You laugh and climb into bed beside him. He is so warm that you can feel the energy before you even get to touch him. The smell of a slightly salty vanilla was woven into your bed sheets from him lying there. The second you settle under the blanket, Bob instinctively shifts, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, slinging a long arm over your waist like it’s second nature. Which, at this point, it kind of is. His fingers tap at you gently, feeling you breathe.
“Mm. Yep. There it is,” he sighs, already sounding drowsier. “Perfect.”
You run your fingers gently through his soft hair. “Rough day?”
“Not even,” he says. “Just… long. Have you ever gotten that kind of tired where your bones feel floaty?”
You smile. “Only when you talk like that.” His voice sounded deeper and softer than usual like how a cat has a deeper purr when ready for a nap.
“Poetic,” he insists, eyes closed now, voice muffled against your shoulder. “I’m floaty-tired. Just need to melt.”
“You’re halfway there.”
You feel him grin. His hand finds yours under the blankets and laces your fingers together, thumb stroking lazily across your knuckles.
Everything about him in this moment is soft. His body, warm and loose against yours. His breathing slowed to match yours. The weight of his arm, the scratch of his stubble, the little hum he makes when you kiss the top of his head.
“This is my favorite,” he murmurs. “This part. Just you. Just now.”
You press your lips to his hair again. “Mine too.”
And for a few minutes, neither of you says anything.
You just exist there—tangled limbs, warm skin, the quiet comfort of being with someone who doesn’t need anything from you but to be near. Bob’s breath deepens. His grip on your hand loosens just a bit. You think he’s fallen asleep, but then—
“I hope you know I love you,” he whispers, voice thick with sleep.
Your chest tightens, but in the best possible way.
“I know,” you whisper back. “And I love you too.”
And this time, when he melts into sleep, it’s with a smile on his face and your heartbeat under his ear.
