glove throw

Songbird

Ch.1 Mystic Messenger Mafia AU

ch2║║ch3║║ch4

Word Count: 1,609

[VIOLENCE/MURDER]


      It was what you had come to know as a typical night. The city was wet from the earlier rains, causing a moonlit highlight on the bricks and asphalt. It also kicked up an unpleasant stench, but one you had grown familiar with in all of your years of living here.

     “Alright, kiddies. Time to work,” a burly man clapped his gloved hands together before throwing open the back door of the truck.

     Barrels and barrels full of bootleg lined the inside. Thousands of dollars of product for the family to profit from, brought over on a meat truck they used frequently to disguise their hauls. But from where? The shipping yard, you guessed. Now if you could just figure out when it docked…

     “What are you thinking about?” the boy next to you asked.

     You hadn’t realized he’d been watching you. He scratched his hair underneath his cap before straightening it with a smile. Yoosung, or ‘Lucky’ as he was known, was always smiling. He seemed to practically skip instead of walk. Not the typical mafioso wannabe. But neither were you. In any case, he’s the closest thing you had to a friend right now. And you needed that.

     “That it’s cold as shit and I wanna get this over with,” you huffed.

     Lucky and some of the other boys popped up into the truck. They all shifted the barrels in their spots as if to weigh the contents before proceeding to move them. They had to roll a few of them down before you could start to dolly the liquor inside the small storage warehouse.

     “Attaboy,” the driver said gruffly and condescendingly. His wide hand pat one of them on the back as they wheeled a barrel away.

     “Turn the lights off, you nitwit,” the beautiful brunette, your capo-Jaehee, seethed as her heels clicked around the side of the truck and stopped in front of the driver.

     “S-Sorry, right,” he nodded before scrambling to the front to turn the headlights dim.

     “This is the last job for tonight, so make it snappy,” she played with her gloved hands, seemingly annoyed, “well go on!” she urged you.

     You picked up the pace and wheeled the barrel Yoosung placed on the dolly for you. A single one wasn’t too heavy, but do 5 or 6 in a row and boy were you feeling it. Towards the end of the truck you felt beads of sweat on the back of your neck.

     “What’s her deal tonight?” one of the boys whispered as you all worked to shift the hooch inside the storage room.

     You glanced back to see Jaehee and the driver. It looked like she was scolding him, all while gesturing to the truck.

     “Probably in a rush to get to the club to see ‘Pretty Boy’ sing his little heart out so she can drop her panties,” one of the guys joked and pretended to sing into a mic dramatically.

     “Shut the fuck up, idiot,” another one smacked him in the back of the head, “if I have to listen to any more of your stupid jokes tonight I’m gunna stuff ya in one of these damn barrels.”

     “Alright, alright, lay off,” he rubbed his head with a sour face, “I was only tryin'a lighten the mood.”

     A flash of headlights washed over you before being turned off. You all stopped to watch a black car pull up by the truck. You and Yoosung both paused, gripping your dollies and watching as a man in a brown trench coat stepped out and straightened his collar. Bits of red hair peeked from his hat and a serious expression plagued his face.

     “Shit, what’s he doing here?” one of the guys whistled menacingly.

     Though you had only seen him a handful of times, you knew who it was. Saeyoung, the Underboss. Or as people liked to call him-‘The Mad Hatter.’ You believed him responsible for countless hits over the years. And now you all stood to watch, though some of the outfit stayed back in the warehouse, exchanging quiet glances and pretending to work.

     “It’s a wonderful night, isn’t it?” Saeyoung and his two body guards met Jaehee and the driver.

     “It’s a bit too cold if you ask me,” Jaehee replied.

     “Ah, but it’s a clear night,” he looked up to the sky, “star, after star, after star. An endless void. If you look long and hard enough you can get lost in it. How many do you think there are?”

     He returned his gaze to the two of them, his solemn face unchanging. Neither of them spoke.

     “I asked you a question,” he turned to the large man, “how many do you think there are?”

     “Stars? I-uh…” you could almost see the man begin to sweat.

     “You can count, can’t you?”

     “Well ya, but I-I don’t know-“

     “Of course you don’t. There are too many up there. Maybe a simpler question, then? Since you can count and all..how many barrels am I missing from this truck?” he gestured to the meat truck.

     “Missing?” his big belly heaved with his now labored breathing.

      Saeyoung’s fist swung into the mans gut and sent him coughing to his knees.

     “Now, now. You’re good with numbers, remember? I’ll give you a second to count them in your head before telling me. And you’d better tell me. Or things are only going to get worse for you.”

     The man started to sob at Saeyoung’s feet, “I don’t know nothin’ about missing barrels I swear on my kids life,” he pleaded.

     “I don’t like liars,” Saeyoung grabbed the mans hand and pulled the glove off, “shall we count together? Maybe that will help.”

     He singled out the mans pointer finger, while the driver looked up to Saeyoung’s face in terror. His wet eyes were pleading.

     “One…” Saeyoung bent the finger back in a swift motion. The snap of bone was like a dry twig breaking under your boot.

     The cry in pain filled the empty street and the body guards stuffed the man’s mouth with a cloth before holding him in place on his knees. He struggled for a moment but quickly admitted defeat.

     “Two,” another snap of his middle finger, “three…”

     Even with the cloth to muffle, you could hear the pain bellowing from his chest. Tears streamed down his stubble-heavy face and his brow pinched together in agony. It took everything in you not to stop him. The cold metal of the gun on your thigh had never been more apparent.

     “Four,” the pinky was the last one and it broke easily, “four barrels. Now do you remember?”

     He let the mans hand fall before stepping back. The cloth was pulled from his mouth before shoving him forward into the damp asphalt. Shaking and nodding at Saeyoung’s feet, his right hand was a mangled mess now.

     “Good, I thought so. Now you won’t forget that number,” he tossed the glove at the mans face, “get out of my sight.”

     With his good hand he palmed the glove and clambered to his feet all while stifling sobs. Wobbling slightly and almost running into Jaehee in the process he started to walk fast in the opposite direction down the silent street.

     “Hm…I changed my mind,” Saeyoung reached into his coat and pulled a pistol to aim at the man.

     The truck blocked your view but the sound of the shot and the thud that followed were telling enough. Your legs were suddenly jello and a pair of hands held you up.

     “Keep it together,” Yoosung whispered as he grabbed you. You were just noticing his eyes had glassed over slightly and there was an indent where he must have bitten his lip.

     All you could think about were flashes of Saeyoung’s face as he held a gun to your head. ‘Lemme show you what we do to rats and pigs,’ he’d say, his sadistic grin being the last thing you see before he squeezed on it.

     “Someone clean that up,” Saeyoung gestured to the body before turning to one of the men, “you, get this truck out of here.”

     He handed a wad of cash to Jaehee, explaining that she was to deliver it to the man’s wife. It was to help her get by, at least for a little while, without a husband.

     He took long striding steps back to the car. His gloved hand opened the door and he turned to you with a smile before getting in.

     “Hey, Lucky! Both’a you, be in the wind before the bull arrives, huh?” he waved and got into the back seat.

     The bit of food in your stomach was trying to make it’s way up but you took some sharp breaths to calm your nerves as the car drove away. No wonder there wasn’t a soul at the station willing to try and infiltrate this syndicate. They all either laughed at you or turned a cold shoulder when you brought it up. Not even the feds were willing to acknowledge this level of organized crime was going on. Businesses and citizens alike accepted that this was just the way things were. And here you were, a cop gone under cover. A rat. A bull. The regret was like a thick syrup that clung to you. This was the first time you realized you were probably going to die. But there was no turning back now.

     “Come on, there’s still a bit of work to do…” Yoosung pat you on the back with a solemn face. It was the first time you’d seen him not smiling.

Meanwhile in the Spring Court part 3
  • Lucien: FEYRE THAT'S IT I WILL NOT STAND FOR YOUR PRETENDING TAMLIN IS MY BEST FRIEND I WILL NOT LET YOU RUIN—
  • Feyre: *throws a glove at Lucien*
  • Lucien: Wh—what the?? Why—
  • Feyre: it's Elain's.
  • Lucien: ....
  • Lucien: ....
  • *three days later*
  • Lucien: *curled up on bed, holding glove to his chest and rocking back and forth*
  • Lucien: my mate my mate my mate my mate
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Ben Mendelsohn as Director Orson Krennic 

Krennic is a manipulator within the Empire. He understands the system and he knows how things work, but he also is not above trying to bend it to get what he needs or what he thinks he wants.”

He’s also intended to be a contrast to Imperial officers we’ve seen before. “Tarkin is the model for these really cool, icy types, you know? Krennic runs a little hotter than that, so that’s kind of fun and it’s a little bit different… He is unpredictable and volatile.”

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RTX London is 8 months away, but I’m so excited ever since I started working on this cosplay…

nhl commentators be like
  • *OT2 game 7 of stanley cup finals. it's capitals and ducks*
  • commentator 1: let's talk about mcdavid!
  • commentator 2: okay!
  • *ovechkin scores game winner, verizon center explodes, the capitals are screaming and crying and throwing their gloves everywhere*
  • commentators: *keep talking about mcdavid*
  • *ovi lifts and kisses the cup, passes it to nicky who is crying niagara falls, holtby wins conn smythe trophy*
  • commentator 2: ... and one day, mcdavid passed a puck!
  • commentator 1: WOW!! amazing!! no player can do that!
  • commentators: *still keep talking about mcdavid*
  • *ducks have already left the ice, capitals are now taking the cup to the locker room, fans are leaving satisfied*
  • commentators: and that's it from NBC, great things happened today-- we talked about mcdavid for no reason and totally ignored capitals winning their first cup in franchise history, good night!
  • Yang: Look. All I'm saying is that your weapons are pretty simple and easy to use.
  • Sun: Are you freaking kidding me? My weapons try years to master.
  • Yang: Oh Please. They are four guns that are chained together. It's pretty simple.
  • Sun: Pfft, Like you;re one to talk. You weapons are just gloves. Anyone who can throw a punch can use them.
  • Yang: Wha? Nuh-huh. It takes style and strength to use my babies.
  • Sun: Okay tell you what. Lets switch weapons and see who can master the others.
  • Yang: YOU'RE ON!
  • ~Later~
  • Blake: Soooo just to clarify, You *points to Sun* Broken Both of your arms because you couldn't withstand the kickback of Yang's Gauntlets. *now points to Yang* And you accidentally shot yourself in the foot after whacking yourself in the face with one of Sun's nun-chuck pistils?
  • Yang: Yep. *she said with a cased foot and a red line across her face.*
  • Sun: Pretty much. *he said with both arms in cases*
  • Blake: *blake shook her head while pinching the bridge of her nose.* Sigh... Oh, My dumbass blondes.
  • Yang/Sun: HEY!
  • Blake: My Sexy dumbass blondes.
  • Yang/Sun: Hell yeah. *Fist bump eachother only leading to Sun's hand hurting more and Yang's case foot to fall out of the bed and hit the floor.* OW!
  • Blake: *thinking* Why does my girlfriend and bestfriend have to have a bromance?
In control IV

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

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//Yixing x you

Word count: 1,562

Summary: Yixing loses his grip, both on the track and in his life, and you are a countersteer he needs to go straight again

Part I II III V


Yixing is back and this time he doesn’t go for a ride. He stops at the bus stop and gets off his motorcycle, puts his helmet on the mirror, throws his gloves inside it and turns around to face your blocks. He is standing tall, his head high as he waits. You know he is waiting, and you know who he is waiting for.

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Request:  Imagine teaching Cisco how to use his powers because you used to work with Reverb

Shaking your head you move silently towards Cisco, your hands out in front of you. “You want to be more fluid, you’re reaching out, trying to get to that other universe, but you need to relax into it, you’re too rigid” you state, moving his hand the way you had seen it done so very many times before.

“This is ridiculous, it’s never going to work!” Cisco complains, throwing his gloves away with a sigh as he moves back towards Barry and Harrison in agitation.

“You just need to relax” you sigh, slowly following after the man. “It took Reverb months to get this.”

“Why are we even trusting her?” you heard Cisco whisper to Barry, throwing a glance your way.

“She worked with Reverb, if anyone can help you understand your powers, it’s her” Barry replied in an equally quiet tone.

A sigh took you as your shoulders fell forward. You had hoped they had got past it, that they might have begun to trust you, but their words proved anything but. You wanted to help, really, you did. Stopping Zoom meant everything to you, but no matter how often you may say it, they still didn’t seem to understand.

Sitting down on one of the abandoned beds, you let your emotions get the better of you for the first time since arriving on this earth. Everything, everyone you had ever loved was either dead of trapped on another earth, and here you were, stuck doing your best to help these people, these people who didn’t trust you as far as they could throw you. A silent tear ran down your cheek and you did nothing to stop it. Closing your eyes you tried to focus, you had to get your act together, you had to help stop this menace, maybe it didn’t matter if they trusted you or not.

A hand on your shoulder jolted you from your thoughts and you open your eyes to see Cisco standing in front of you, seemingly lost in his thoughts, no, his vision. He was seeing something, and the fact he was touching you did not escape you. Fear took you as you wondered just what he might be seeing, but as his gaze focused once more, and a frown took over him, your fears were quickly eased. His arms wrapped around you faster than you could have imagined possible as he held you tightly in a reassuring hug.

“Y/N, I am so sorry” Cisco mutters into your hair, not letting you go. “I had no idea… I’m sorry we didn’t trust you” he pulls away slightly, not letting you out of his grasp as his eyes meet yours, desperate to show you he meant everything he said.

“What did you see?” you ask softly, scared your voice might betray you.

“You’ve lost so much, we should have been there for you. Come on, I need my tutor to show me how this is really done” he smiled softly, encouraging you to get up as he held his hand out for you. “We’ve got work to do.”

Coffee With A Hint Of Sarcasm - Bucky x Reader

Warnings: a few curse words, sarcastic reader
A/N: double update today :D

Working with Tony Stark also meant sharing his horrible schedule, which included staying up for long hours to finish something off.

“Do you want some coffee?” You asked him as he lifted up the goggles on his face. He nodded as you pulled off the gloves on your hand, throwing them on the table and walking out the door.

You stifled a yawn as you walked into the rec room, not even bothering to switch on the lights as you had already gotten yourself perfectly familiar with the coffee machine.

You let out a yawn finally walking straight ahead-
Before getting the air knocked out of you as your arm got twisted behind you, someone pushing you down face front onto the counter.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You bellowed, trying to shake the person off of you.

“Who are you?” He asked authoritatively.

“My name is Gabriel. Friends call me Gabe, but you can just call me… Gabriel.” You said sarcastically, feeling the pressure on your hand loosen.

“[Y/N]?” They asked again, confused.

“I came out here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now.” You finally shoved him off of you, rotating your shoulder, scrunching up your nose. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn on the lights, please.”

“I’m so- I’m so sorry-” You turned to face a very flustered Bucky Barnes, a frantic expression on his face as his hand clutched wildly at the end of his long hair.

“Yeah, yeah, nevermind. It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve seen since I started working here. There are birds, and cats, and flying tin cans, and walking American Flags. Honestly, this place is so strange.” You shook it off.

He still kept shooting apologies at you, a 100 words per minute until you reached up and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Chill.” You reminded him as he shut up. “Do you want coffee or were you just stalking me in the dark?”

“I-I” He began stammering again as you just nodded, moving away from him as you grabbed 2 cups and turned on the machine. You closed your eyes as the coffee began to get ready.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see who it was.” He said achingly, frustration laced in his voice. 

“I get the whole defence thing, it’s okay.” You smiled, eyes still closed.

He remained quiet as silence filled the room, obviously still feeling guilty.
Not having your usual coffee at night made you incredibly sarcastic and unfortunately Bucky was getting the worst of it.

“Why are you here anyways? Doesn’t the whole penthouse thing upstairs have a coffee machine?” 

“I broke it.” He replied as the machine dinged, signalling that your coffee was ready. You poured out 2 cups and handed one to him, adding whatever you needed to yours as he did the same for his.

“How?” You faced him, leaning on the counter. It almost looked like you were co-workers, having a friendly chat, except it was midnight and he had just karate chopped you into tomorrow.

“I pressed the button too hard.” He said wearily, eyeing his metal arm.

“Dude.” You began to smile at it, looking down at it as well, your arms crossed around your chest. “That’s like, the coolest arm ever. Can I touch it?” 

“You want to touch this thing?” He looked at you with a weird expression. 

That sounded so wrong.

“Who wouldn’t?” You grinned at him, setting down your now empty cup as you moved closer. “Can I?”

Still sounded wrong.

He looked hesitant at first, almost scared. But the look of assurance you gave him, paired with your excitement made him give in, making him raise his hand to you as you gently grabbed it.

He watched you look at it in awe, as your fingers traced across it soothingly, bringing a new ache into his heart. One full of admiration and gratefulness, for a reason he didn’t even know yet.

“Have you ever thought of upgrading it, or something?” Your eyes shone as you looked up at him. He looked back at you with his eyebrows raised.

“No, why?” He asked curiously.

“Because I would love to work on it. If you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

He didn’t even care about the arm in that moment, instead shining in the thought of making things up to you for almost killing you.

“Yeah- uh, yes. Yes.”

“Great. It’s a date then.” You said, making him choke on his coffee as he gasped for air. 
“I was kidding.” You quickly added.

“Maybe- maybe you don’t have to.” He set his coffee cup down, shifting his position to leaning on the counter top. “Maybe it can be a date.”

Honestly, if you weren’t that grouchy at that moment, you probably would have laughed, because my God- you had never seen anybody look so out of their element before.
Bucky looked extremely awkward as he tried to downplay it, but his fingers were tapping on the counter top rapidly as he himself made a weird expression at what he had just said.

“Smooth. You get all the ladies like that?” 

“No, only you.” He winked, making you stifle a laugh as a smile made its way to his face.

“It seems to have worked, Mr. Barnes. Pick me up at 7 tomorrow.” You smirked as his grip suddenly slipped from under him, making him stumble a little as he looked a little surprised. You put your cup in the sink, turning to face him again.

“Very charming.” You teased as he gave you a pained expression, making you laugh before sauntering over to him, giving him a kiss on the cheek to let him know it was okay. “I like it.”

Before he could open his mouth, face extremely red, a voice interrupted both of you, prompting you to turn to the doorway.

“If you both are done fucking around, I need to de-contaminate this entire place. All I wanted was caffeine.“


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anonymous asked:

Awkward Flirty Anon => AF anon => anon af => anon as fuck, I'm already a fan of my title. Also I prefer gender neutral terms but otherwise yes, I am prepared to duel (ง •̀_•́)ง Not hamilton style mind you, guns aren't my thing, but I will totally throw a glove down and then have a slap fight with the other one

oh my goodness you are so adorable, anon af, i like that lol AND YOU ALREADY MADE A HAMILTON REFERENCE. that by default makes you on my fav people list lol

Imagine going on a mission with Alec, Izzy, and Jace pre-Clary

Originally posted by satinydean

Originally posted by ultimateteenwolf

You finished off the last demon, looking at the now quiet room as the fiery flames disappeared.

“Nice one, (Y/N), you killed the last demon,” Alec threw at you.

You rolled your eyes, “And who started the fight, blood-thirsty?”

“Okay, everyone calm down,” Izzy pacified you and her brother. She looked around the empty room, mundanes passing by the door oblivious to what happened inside. She sighed, patting her thighs, “Now what?

Jace ran a hand through his hair. It was his master plan after all. “I don’t know. I didn’t think we’d live through this.”

You deadpanned at him, throwing a glove at him.

Masterlist Request things!!

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can’t get no love without sacrifice

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borkyno-deactivated20160330  asked:

AU where steve and bucky meet at the gym and spar together and it turns out rly sexual ;)

[now on AO3]

OMG modern!bucky x cap!steve AU where Steve has to find himself a new gym since he can’t trust SHIELD anymore (or use their facilities tbh). Also, Tony’s Avengers Tower is just too loud for him, sometimes.

So he goes early in the morning when he’s sure not many people will be around, and indeed the only ones there are Steve and another guy who Steve doesn’t pay attention to.

He’s mostly keeping to himself, losing himself to his favorite activity: destroying punching bags one after the other

After a while Steve notices that he’s being watched, and in fact the other guy is sitting at the edge of the boxing ring, arms hanging on the ropes and staring at Steve.

Steve first pretends he doesn’t see him, until Bucky has had enough of watching Steve tear his way through the gym’s equipment and grabs a pair of boxing gloves and throws them at Steve. 

“Wanna spar?”

“I’m not sure that’d be a good idea.”

“Afraid I might kick your ass, big guy?”

By the way, Bucky doesn’t recognize Steve as Captain America. So ofc Steve accepts the challenge, puts on the gloves and follows Bucky, but instead of swinging one leg and then the other over the ropes like Bucky just did, he waits until Bucky’s watching him to grab the top rope and jump on the other side with both feet like a fucking Olympic ballerina.

Bucky snorts at the blatant display of strength and starts warming up by jumping around and rolling his neck and wrists. He’s been training for years and knows what he’s capable of, so he doesn’t worry too much. 

& Steve on the other hand does this sexy thing where the person goes on the floor on their stomachs and start stretching their arms and back, like this:

Just please, imagine Steve doing this while looking at Bucky, and wondering if Bucky knows who he is and is one of those lunatics who believe they stand a chance against him, or if he really has no idea of what’s about to happen to him. Because Steve isn’t about to hurt the other man but he sure as hell needs a good sparring session, and he intends on winning it even if he’s got an unfair advantage.

“Enough stalling, Mr Show-Off, let’s do this!”

“Steve,” Steve corrects him, and Bucky stops bouncing up and down and steps closer.

“Bucky,” he says, offering his name and a gloved fist that Steve bumps with an amused little laugh as he gets up.

But then Bucky’s squatting without a warning and swiping one leg under Steve, making him loose balance and fall on his face while Bucky’s already back up, fast and efficient and vicious as fuck.

“What-???”

“I said let’s do this,” Bucky teases, “that was me announcing the beginning of this round. That I just obviously won, by the way. Want a return match?”

“Hell yeah.”

Steve snorts against the mattress and this time when he stands up, he’s expecting the lightning fast move from Bucky who tries to punch him in the flank, but Steve dodges and grabs hold of Bucky’s arm before lifting him from the ground and sending him flying to the other side of the sparring ring and into the ropes.

Bucky flails helplessly and the air is shocked out of his lungs when his back hits the ropes. He remains there for a moment, visibly stunned by Steve’s speed and strength. Steve didn’t mean to reveal all his cards so soon, but he just shrugs and is the one to tease and mock the other this time.

Afterwards they spar and throw meaningless jabs at each other for an hour.

Eventually they end up in a grunting pile on the floor of the ring, Bucky pinning one of Steve’s legs over the guy’s shoulder (wow bendy) and trying to ignore the way they look like this (the hard line of his arousal is rubbing insistently against Steve’s ass and from the smirk on Steve’s face – he knows.)

That’s all kinds of embarrassing for Bucky – until Steve makes to throw Bucky away from him and moves just so that Bucky’s knee slides down and right against the bulge in Steve’s soft gray pants.

Oh,” they somehow whisper at the same time, Bucky from legit surprise and Steve from the intensity of the sudden sensations.

“D’you yield?” Bucky rasps, blood pounding at his ears but mostly in his crotch.

They lock gazes, measuring each other silently, and all Steve wants to do is grab Bucky by his tank top with both hands and yank him down for a kiss.

“Yeah,” Steve grunts instead, leaving his arms sprawled on the floor.

“I thought Captain America never backed down from a fight?”

“Well, I won’t fight you with a boner.”

Steve’s mouth snaps shut with a loud clash of teeth when he realizes what Bucky just called him.

“Wait a minute, you knew who I am?”

“Not at first. But then you picked me up like I was nothing but a rag-doll and I knew something was ‘off’. And seeing your face up close helped, too. You’re a very, very sexy man, Steve. Pictures on the magazines don’t do you justice.”

Bucky grins triumphantly at his own pun and Steve stares at him, mouth agape.

“So… how about the winner claims his prize?”

Bucky releases one of Steve’s shoulders and drags his palm down Steve’s chest, waiting for any negative reaction. But all Steve does is sigh and arch his back so that more of his chest and abs can get in contact with Bucky’s hot palm. Bucky smiles at that, self-confidence completely restored, and slowly strokes all those muscles on display until his hand slides down further and finally covers Steve’s clothed erection. Steve’s eyes flutter closed and his jaw relaxes even more.

“Oh god,” he moans when Bucky starts massaging him through his pants, stroking and kneading with strong fingers.

Steve’s hands are curving into fists inside his fingerless gloves, and he can’t help banging on the floor whenever Bucky does something to him that he especially likes.

It doesn’t take long before Steve’s breath hitches in his throat and he spills, warm and wet under Bucky’s fingers and the layers of soft material.

Once he’s got his breathing back under control and the waves of pleasures have receded though, the air around them is suddenly kind of awkward, and Steve’s starting to loose feeling in his pinned leg a little and has to signal it even though he likes having Bucky so close and warm..

Bucky releases him from his hold, and after a little time to ‘adjust’, they’re back at bickering and teasing each other good-naturedly.

Once they’re back up, Bucky announces that it was truly a pleasure to meet Steve, and that he would never forget the hottest encounter of his life, ever. And after a little mock salute, he jumps down the ring and heads for the showers without a look back.

What Steve doesn’t know is how Bucky’s heart is slamming fast against his ribs because he just met Steve Rogers aka Captain America, sparred with the man and even got to watch him orgasm from his fucking hand. It’s kind of a dream come true, and Bucky isn’t hoping for anything more because nothing can top that.

What Bucky doesn’t know is that merely a couple of minutes after he’s left, Steve follows after him with every intention of fucking him in the showers.