master of complications

Character Headcanon: Poor Master Dennet

You know, I always feel a little sorry for Master Dennet. The Inquisitor is like, hey, I need a horse expert! Here is a horse expert! And he comes along to be your horse expert.

And for a while all is well. He brings his own fine horses, and the Inquisitor adds to the stable as she finds new breeding stock–often excellent. Where she got the charger from, he doesn’t know, and he feels too honored by having it in his care to ask.

And then the Inquisitor starts coming back with like… deer. And Dennet scratches his head, because he knows horses, and just because it has four hooves and you can put a saddle on it doesn’t make it a horse. Hell, the food and space and exercise requirements for a cob and a draft horse aren’t the same–a goddamn deer is presumably completely different. But he goes around Skyhold rounding up Dalish elves until he finds one who knew something about halla, on the principle that that’s probably the closest thing, and they work it out. (He’s always respected the way Dalish treat their halla, so it’s not that big of a leap. And even though Dalish–the Charger–doesn’t know anything much about how to raise halla, he looks the other way when she wants to spend half a day in the deer’s box stall being all affectionate at it. Can’t hurt.)

But deer of various kinds are at least still… well… grass-eating hoofed animals. Things don’t begin to really go sideways until they bring back the first dracolisk.

It’s a lizard. It’s a giant meat-eating lizard. Dennet is a master of horse, and he will stretch that to deer in a pinch, but asking him to figure out the care and feeding of big spiky lizard things is a bit much. It is–he tries to explain, first to Cullen and then to Josephine and finally to the Inquisitor herself–as if someone had decided that because you knew how to knead bread, you were obviously a master pugilist, because both things involved punching things. For his trouble he got a friendly clap on the shoulder and a “Just do your best! We can free up some funds to hire you more help!” (help from where? was he to hang up fliers somewhere for dracolisk handlers? where exactly was one supposed to go for that?).

(We will not even discuss the zombie horse with a sword through its head. We will not. The zombie horse got a stall to itself and was studiously ignored, on the principle that it was dead, and not much Dennet did could either help or hurt it.)

Dennet knew that he was in over his head and then some when the Inquisitor showed up with a charming grin and a giant fucking nug, and all he thought was, “Better see if any dwarves know what to feed it.” (Dagna does, but he’s a little afraid because she keeps having these ideas for ‘experimental feed,’ and….)

At least his life is never boring.

The Contest - Chapter 6

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 6 continues with the slow, slow build, Lots of dirty talking, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Humour, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Groping, Fingering, Language!, Nudity, NSFW, Threesomes, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 6,374 (the muse is strong)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience!!! True story…A few days after I posted Chapter 5, I started on my first draft for Chapter 6. But as I was writing, a scene that happened “off paper” in Chapter 5 would not get out of my head. Finally I gave in and wrote it down, planning to post it as a ficlet. Then inspiration struck on Valentine’s Day and I was sidetracked by a Bucky one-shot. When I got back to Chapter 5.5, I realized 2,000 words in that I couldn’t cast this scene adrift and I wanted to include in the main story so it became the intro for Chapter 6. As I kept writing, another scene popped into my head and then another…I couldn’t resist getting them down on paper. Before I knew it, what I had initially outlined for this chapter needed to be pushed so now there’s an extra chapter of excruciating slowburn coming…you’re welcome. Then, as I was finishing up my new first draft of Chapter 6, Sebastian Stan happened…fucker goes and posts that locker room selfie. I tried to ignore it, honest, but the muse is strong and his abs would not leave my head. So off I went to write that one-shot. And then dance competition season started…enough said. So I truly apologize for the delay and thank you for indulging me with this chapter.

p.s. You may want to re-read the end of Chapter 5 as the first part of this chapter takes place after the scrabble game ;)

Thanks to @evansrogerskitten​ for pointing me to a collage app so I could finally create a proper header for this fic. And To everyone sending me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged, THANK YOU! You are AWESOME! Tumblr is being a bitch with the tags so I’ve done these manually - I hope I haven’t missed anyone! Please send me a note if I’ve left you off by mistake or if you would like to be tagged.

And always, to my twitter babes: thanks for the support, love and smut ;)

Chapter 6: Three’s A Crowd

Stepping out of the elevator with Bucky, you glance down at your entwined hands and giggle softly.

“What’s so funny?” he questions as you walk down the hallway towards his room.

You look up at his puzzled expression and smile.

“I made myself a promise that tonight would be Bucky-free,” you confess as you nudge his hip with your own.

“It’s turned into a Bucky free-for-all.”

Bucky laughs and slides his arm around your waist to pull you tight against his side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he counters in mock defense, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, let’s see Barnes,” you ponder, tapping your finger thoughtfully against your chin.

“In just over an hour you’ve managed to wind me up playing a filthy game of scrabble, text a half naked picture of me to your entire contact list, knock Steve out of the contest and then suggest I take a picture of your naked ass to make it up to me.”

Bucky grins proudly at the recap of the evening’s events as he ushers you across the threshold of his room.

“All your fault babe,” he insists, licking his lips smugly.

“When you’re around, I just wanna be bad.”

“Really, really bad,” he murmurs suggestively as his hand slides down the curve of your hip.

You roll your eyes and give his ass a hard smack as he turns to close the door.

“Hey, hands off the money maker,” he grumbles jokingly as he rubs his backside with an exaggerated motion.

“I want to look perfect for my close-up.”

He draws you into his chest, a sly smile curling his lips. “I know it’s hard for you to keep your hands off me, but you really need to control yourself.”

He ignores your loud scoff and bends down to playfully nip at your neck.

“You can mark me later doll,” he offers coyly, giving you a wink as he pulls away and heads to the bathroom to swap his tight jeans for a pair of comfortable shorts. You take a seat on the edge of his bed and try to resist the urge to sneak a peek through the open door.

Walking back into the bedroom, Bucky stops to look up at the ceiling and then down around his legs, nodding.

“The lighting seems good right here.”

With his back turned to you, he tucks his hands into the top of his shorts to pull them down.

“Woah sergeant!” you call out, leaping off the bed to still his movements. “Not so fast.”

Bucky stops and looks over his shoulder at you, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m not going to do this half-assed,” you tease as you step up behind him and wrap your arms tight around his waist.

“Before I take this picture, I need to get a good feel for the subject first.”

Bucky swallows hard as your lips graze his ear and come down lightly on his neck.

“I’m all yours doll,” he murmurs softly as you kiss a path to his pulse point.

You sigh against his neck as your hands run under his shirt, his solid muscles flexing beneath your warm touch. Pulling the material up and over his head in one swift movement, your gaze falls to his exposed body.

A low growl rumbles in Bucky’s chest as you smooth your hands over his broad shoulders and then rake your nails down his back.

“The things I want to do to this body,” you whisper hotly against his skin as you bring your lips down to feather soothing kisses along the faint, red lines.

“My pussy’s so wet just thinking about it.”

Bucky groans, his head falling back against your shoulder as your fingers move slowly across the top of his shorts and circle to the front to untie the drawstring. A soft moan crosses your lips as his cock twitches under your touch.

Dipping your hands under the waistband, you position them on either side of his hips and slide them down the deep V lines carved in his abs. You pause in surprise when your fingers brush against the coarse hairs at his groin.

“Going commando Bucky?” you gasp in exaggerated modesty while you feel around for his briefs. He inhales sharply as your fingertips graze the base of his hardening cock.

“I told you babe,” he mutters longingly as you kneel behind him. “I had plans for you tonight.”

“Getting you on your knees was definitely on the list,” he smirks as your fingers grip the sides of his shorts and begin to pull down on the fabric.

You start to respond with a smart remark, but stop abruptly when you notice that your efforts to rid him of his clothing are meeting with resistance.

A glance at his arms causes you to frown as you observe that they are crossed tight and sitting high in front of his chest. You tug on his shorts a few more times until you realize that the waistband is caught in the stiff curve of his erection.

A large smile crosses Bucky’s face as he listens to you quietly curse under your breath.

“A hand here please,” you huff in an exasperated tone as you grab onto his hips and rise to your feet.

“Sure thing doll,” he responds sweetly over his shoulder as he maneuvers one of your hands from his waist and places it over the large bulge straining against the thin material.

“That’s not what I meant,” you giggle, your free hand snapping the elastic band of his shorts against his bare skin in protest.

Bucky’s wince quickly turns into a groan when your renewed attempt to loosen his clothing causes your fingers to accidentally swipe the tip of his cock that is already slick with precum.

“See what you do to me kitten,” he mumbles lowly, voice thick with lust.

“You make daddy so hard and wet.”

You let out a small gasp as Bucky takes your hand and begins to slowly guide your palm over his hard shaft in long strokes.

“Wanna feel your sweet lips on my cock baby girl.”

Moaning softly against his neck, you reach out to grasp the thumb of his metal hand between your fingers.

“Not until it’s just the two of us left in the contest,” you purr into his ear as you circle his thumb over the swollen head of his leaking cock.

“Then daddy can fuck my pretty little mouth all day long.”

His body shudders as you rest your chin on his shoulder and bring his metal thumb to your lips to suck it clean. As you remove it with a loud pop and move back behind him, Bucky quietly mutters a few choice profanities under his breath.

Hooking your fingers once again under the band of his shorts to try and loosen them, his cock finally springs free and smacks loudly against his abs.

You inhale sharply at the sound, wanting so badly to turn him around so you can take his thick length deep into your mouth. But instead, you muster your willpower and push his shorts over his hips until they slide down his legs to pool at his feet.

Bucky hums in approval as you lower your lips onto the nape of his neck and start to trail light kisses down his spine; your body slowly sinking to the floor until you’re kneeling in front of his firm ass.

Your hands glide up his legs and run along the creases at the bottom of his cheeks before moving to stroke his inner thighs. A low moan escapes Bucky’s lips as your fingers skim back and forth along the smooth strip of skin between his legs and then up the cleft of his ass.

“You feel so good babe,” you murmur breathlessly, pausing to circle the puckered skin around his hole.

“Can’t wait to wrap my legs around you and dig my high heels into this sexy ass.”

A smirk plays on your lips as you watch Bucky’s hands curl into tight fists at his side, undoubtedly fighting the urge to stroke his hard cock.

“Everything alright up in front sweet cheeks,” you tease as you rub your palms over his ass.

“I just need a few more minutes to flesh things out back here before I take your picture.”

“Why don’t you pass me your phone,” he dares in a low, gruff voice.

“I’ve got your money shot right here princess.”

“That’s way too much for my phone to handle,” you chuckle appreciatively as you reach down to grab your device.

“I need a wide angle lens for what you’re packing soldier.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement, his lips pressed in a smug smile. You tap on the camera icon and position the phone to get Bucky’s backside in the frame.

“OK, don’t move,” you instruct as you focus the shot. As the image sharpens, you frown at the screen and lower your phone.

“What the fuck are you doing Bucky,” you scold playfully.

“Stop clenching.”

“What,” he replies with a hint of innocence in his voice. “I just want to make sure you get my dimples in the shot.”

“Don’t be a smart-ass Barnes.”

“Smile” you jokingly sing out as you tap the button to take a string of photos. “There, that should do it.”

As you busy yourself with cropping the best image to send to the team, Bucky pulls up his shorts and comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around you to watch over your shoulder.

“Man, I have a really nice ass,” he observes proudly as you hit send.

“I can’t blame you for wanting to grab it all the time.”

As you push away from his arms with a loud scoff, Bucky gives your ass a firm squeeze before you slip away to his bed. He quickly moves over to his side to help you pull back the covers and then slides in next to you.

You smile as Bucky’s metal arm encircles your waist from behind and pulls you in close to him. He sighs contently as he buries his face into your neck and presses his erection against your backside.

“Do you think you can stand down soldier,” you chuckle lightly as you reach back to rub his stubbled cheek.

“I can’t help it doll,” he purrs into the shell of your ear.

“I keep picturing your gorgeous ass in that thong.”

“Yeah and thanks to you, so is Steve,” you grimace, biting your bottom lip in worry.

“He’s going to be so pissed when he sees us tomorrow.”

“Are you kidding me,” Bucky mutters as he lazily kisses your neck.

“That punk’s going to wake up with a big smile on his face and his hand wrapped around his cock. Lucky bastard.”

You let out a disapproving huff and gently swat at his hand that is inching its way down to your bare leg.

“Tell me babe,” he muses sleepily as his fingers push up the bottom of your shorts and begin to play with the hem of your panties.

“How the hell did you take that picture?”

You smile at him coyly over your shoulder and wink. “I’ll show you after the contest.”

As you snuggle your head into the crook of Bucky’s arm, he quietly mumbles into your ear.

“I can’t fucking wait.”

As expected, Steve spent much of next morning avoiding all contact with you and Bucky as well as dodging the friendly taunts from the rest of the team.

Surprisingly though, it only took him a few hours to come around to forgiving Bucky for his transgressions. All of your attempts to smooth things over however, were quickly and coldly rebuffed. Instead, the days following Steve’s elimination from the contest were filled with countless awkward moments between you and the Captain.

Whenever you entered a room, Steve would mutter an excuse to the others and hurry out without even glancing your way. He made sure to sit in the seat furthest from you at dinner and had even rearranged his schedule to ensure you were nowhere near the gym when he was working out. When you gestured for him to take his usual seat next to you on the couch for the team’s weekly movie night, his cheeks had flushed pink and he quickly mumbled his regrets before bailing to his room.

Not helping the situation were the scores of massive posters Tony had custom made that pictured your ass and Bucky’s ass, side by side, with the slogan “Putting the ‘Ass’ in Assassins” in big, bold letters. Much to your annoyance, as well as Steve’s, they seemed to occupy every square foot of empty wall space in the compound.

Despite Bucky’s insistence that things would soon blow over, the uneasy tension between you and Steve just continued to grow.

Finally, after three days of Steve avoiding you at every turn, you decide you’ve had enough of the Captain’s cold shoulder. Entering Steve’s living quarters, you make yourself comfortable on his bed and wait for him to return from an afternoon run with Bucky.

It isn’t long until you hear the elevator doors open and the sound of Steve and Bucky’s animated voices floating down the hall. As their footsteps approach, you swallow nervously as your heart beats fast in your chest.

“I’ll come get you after I take a quick shower,” Bucky calls out before closing his door.

“Sure thing pal,” Steve answers as he comes into view. You watch as he pauses in front of the “Assassins” poster hanging on the wall across from his room and shakes his head with a loud sigh.

Turning to step through the doorway, Steve stops abruptly when he spots you reclining against the large headboard of his bed. A faint blush creeping up his neck, he lowers his gaze and quickly walks over to his dresser.

“What are doing here?” he asks tersely with his back turned as he rifles through the clothes in the drawer.

You take a deep breath and reply hesitantly. “I’m waiting for my best friend to come back from his run so I can tell him he’s being a major ass.”

Steve shoots you a steely glare from over his shoulder, clearly unimpressed with your attempt to break the ice.

“What, too soon,” you ask, feigning innocence.

Steve slams the drawer and stands facing the wall with his hands on his hips.

“Come on Stevie,” you coax, nervously rubbing your hands on your thighs. “You can’t avoid me forever.”

“I miss you.”

Steve’s shoulders sag as he bows his head to the floor. With a soft sigh, he turns and gives you a small smile.

“I miss you too kiddo,” he responds, trying hard to keep his eyes from flitting down your form.

“Can we just put this all behind us?”

You cock your eyebrow slightly at his choice of words and flash him a mischievous grin.

“You bet your bottom,” you respond cheekily.

“This whole thing is starting to bum me out.”

Steve throws his head back and groans. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

Laughing, you rub a large circle on the spot next to you on the bed.

“Get that cute butt over here Captain.”

Steve walks over to the bed and toes off his running shoes before sitting down next to you, the pink in his cheeks rising.

You move over to snuggle up against his body and give him a big hug.

“Are we good then?” you mutter into his shirt as he awkwardly tries to position his hands on your shoulders.

He sighs loudly and shakes his head from side to side.

“Come on Stevie,” you pout, looking up at him with a frown as you rub his chest in comfort. “What’s the problem?”

“You’re my best friend’s girl,” he mumbles, eyes cast downwards as he blindly gestures to the poster in the hall. “I shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.”

“What are you trying to tell me,” you question with mock indignation.

“Is my ass not good enough for Captain America?”

Steve chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Brat.”

You look up at him through your lashes and give him a coy smile.

“Listen, would it make you feel any better if I told you that when we first met, I may have thought about you once or twice ‘like that’ while I was…ummm, well…not the master of my domain.”

It takes a few moments before Steve’s eyes widen at the meaning of your words.

“Really?” he stutters, slightly flustered.

“Well yeah,” you confess with a giggle. “I mean, who wouldn’t? Have you seen you?”

As you and Steve trade shy smiles, the low rumble of a clearing throat makes you both jump.

Turning, you see Bucky leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed and eyes gleaming.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he asks gruffly with a hint of playful menace in his voice.

Steve chuckles nervously and raises his hands in defense. “We were just talking Buck.”

Bucky purses his lips and nods slowly. “Sure, just talking.”

“Interesting conversation,” he mutters to himself while he pushes away from the door.

“Especially when you consider what we talked about on our run,” recalls Bucky as he shoots Steve a knowing glance.

You furrow your brow as you look from Bucky to Steve and then back to Bucky who is now slowly stalking over to the bed.

“Come on Buck,” Steve mumbles in a sheepish voice, the colour in his face deepening. “You know she’s only saying this to make me feel better.”

Bucky stops at the side of the bed and cocks his head. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as his gaze slowly roams over you and Steve.

“She can definitely make you feel better pal,” he chuckles.

“Could someone please tell me what the hell you two are talking about,” you grumble impatiently as Bucky lies down next to you on the bed.

“No need to pretend, I heard what you said to Steve,” soothes Bucky as he runs his hands up your legs and grips your waist. “It’s all good doll.”

“Just thinking about it is making me so fucking hard.”

You gasp in surprise as he flips you around and presses your back up against Steve. As Bucky moves in tight to your chest, you struggle to suppress a moan as you’re sandwiched between their rock hard bodies.

“Pictures really don’t do her justice eh Stevie,” Bucky murmurs, his hand dropping down to rub slow circles over your clothed mound while he gives Steve a nod.

Feeling Steve’s hand start to travel over the curve of your hip to cup your ass and his cock twitch against your thigh, your mouth drops open in shock as their intentions fully register in your brain.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you spit out sharply as you squirm out of their arms and scramble off the bed.

Your body shaking with disbelief, you stare incredulously at Bucky and Steve as they prop themselves up on their elbows and look on in amusement.

“You two punks think you can take me on…TOGETHER,” you growl lowly as you narrow your eyes at the smirking men.

Pointing to Steve, you shake your head in amazement. “I’d wreck you the minute I opened my mouth.”

“And you sergeant,” you taunt with a wry smile.

“You start murder strutting all over the place the second another man just looks in my direction.”

You close your eyes and start to breathe in deeply to calm your cresting anger, when you hear Bucky and Steve break out into uncontrollable laughter.

Watching them with a mixture of shock and confusion, you suddenly realize that they were playing you this whole time.

“Fucking assholes,” you scream while looking around for something to throw. As you bend down to grab his running shoes, Steve picks up his shield which is leaning against the bedside table and positions it in front of him and Bucky just in time to deflect the incoming sneaker.

“She’s a feisty one,” Steve chuckles as the second shoe bounces loudly off his shield.

“Yeah,” agrees Bucky. “We may have to tie her down.”

“Bite me soldier,” you hiss in annoyance while you plant your hands firmly on your hips in a defiant stance.

“Mmmm, I know exactly where,” answers Bucky wickedly as his eyes trail down your body. You struggle to maintain your composure as a wave of heat rolls over you and settles between your legs.

“Can I watch,” Steve questions hopefully as he looks up at you innocently through his thick lashes.

Huffing sharply, you turn on your heels and stomp towards the door - leaving behind a string of swear words and two super soldiers doubled over in laughter, in your wake.

“Save that dirty talk for the foreplay kitten,” you hear Bucky call out loudly before you slam your bedroom door hard in disgust, further splintering the already damaged frame.

You lean back to catch your breath and listen intently for any signs that Bucky is following in pursuit. After a few moments of silence, you let out an irritated huff and angrily push yourself off the door.

Stalking over to your dresser, you yank open a drawer and hastily grab some panties and a bra to slip into after your shower.

You’re about to slam the drawer shut, when you spot the vintage corset and garters you were conveniently wearing when Bucky happened past your open door a few weeks ago. You finger the lace absentmindedly as you recall how Bucky’s lust blown eyes had devoured the sight of you, almost making you come undone on the spot.

Wetness begins to flood your core as you imagine his fingers on your thighs, deftly unfastening the clasps of the garters, and then slowly rolling the silk stockings down your legs as his lips trail over your exposed skin.

“Stop it,” you mumble unconvincingly to your reflection in mirror above the dresser. You knew you were fighting a losing battle. That no matter how angry you were at Bucky, you couldn’t keep him from invading your thoughts. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, James Buchanan Barnes was your weakness.

Even so, you certainly weren’t going to let him or Steve for that matter, off the hook that easily for the stunt they had just pulled. With a devilish smile, you pick up the corset and a pair of lacey panties before heading to the shower to plot your revenge.

Twenty minutes later you emerge from your bathroom, shivering slightly from the rush of cool air that is once again streaming from the vents. You look up from toweling your hair to find Bucky seated on the edge of your bed, tapping away on his phone.

Raising his eyes from the screen, Bucky inhales roughly as he watches you move towards him in a short, silk robe that is clinging to your damp body.

Stopping just short of his reach, you cross your arms over your chest and glare. “What do you want Bucky?”

He cocks his eyebrow and gives you a wicked grin. As his eyes rove over your body hungrily, you can’t help but sense he’s imagining all the possible answers to your question.

You throw your towel at him in annoyance and turn to walk away when he grabs your wrist to stop your retreat.

“Don’t be mad babe, we were only fooling around,” he murmurs apologetically, giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he starts to gently stroke your arm with his metal fingers.

“Steve just wanted a little payback for the other night and to make it up to him, I agreed to help.”

You tilt your head to the side and narrow your eyes. “And how exactly was that payback for your part Bucky?”

“Are you kidding me doll,” he huffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Watching Steve with his hands all over you was pure torture and that punk knows it.”

“There is no way in hell I would ever let…” His words trail off into a whisper as his voice shakes with emotion.

“It would fucking kill me to see you with another man.”

Your heart squeezes tight at his words and you feel your anger begin to fade; only to be replaced with a tinge of guilt. Bucky’s hands take hold of your hips and pull you closer. His fingers run over the smooth silk of your robe and tuck under the hem.

As Bucky’s fingers slowly skim up your legs, his breath hitches in surprise when he reaches your garters. Biting down hard on his bottom lip, he toys with the straps before following them up to your corset. He sighs deeply as he pulls his hands away, causing you to softly whimper.

“You’re my girl,” he murmurs soothingly as he presses his forehead against your stomach and slowly starts to undo the sash that’s tied tightly at your waist.

Your fingers card into his hair while he eases your robe open and brings his warm lips down on the sheer material of the corset.

“Bucky,” you whine desperately, arching your back as you surrender to the touch of his metal fingers rolling over the thin lace covering your clit.

“All mine,” he responds with a matched desperation in his voice as his other hand begins to unhook the back of the corset. “For always.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

You gently tug at the strands of his hair between your fingers and coax his head back. Eyes fluttering closed, you start to slowly lean into his lips when there is a knock at the door.

Simultaneous groans fill the air as the door swings open and Natasha steps into the room.

“Hey girl, are you ready for your makeover.”

Nat stops short when she sees you close your robe quickly and Bucky flop back onto the bed with his hands over his face.

“Fucking lousy timing Nat,” grumbles Bucky as he reaches back and grabs a pillow to cover the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

Natasha cocks her eyebrow and smirks. “You’ve never complained about my timing before Barnes.”

Bucky lifts his head and gives her a knowing look before they both begin to laugh at their inside joke.

Sitting yourself down on the edge of the bed, your heart sinks as you watch them, remembering an encounter from earlier in the day. You and Bruce had been on your way back from the lab, when you both walked in on Nat and Bucky sitting in the common room; their heads close together, furtively whispering to each other.

During one of your many late night talks, Bucky had come clean about the crush he had developed on Natasha when he first moved into the compound. He vehemently assured you that it had amounted to nothing more than a bit of flirting before quickly fizzling out in favour of a close friendship. Even though you believed him, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously when you watched them together. With only the three of you left in the contest, just the thought of Nat and Bucky being the last two standing was enough to make you nervous.

Lowering your gaze to the floor, you quickly try to erase any doubts in your mind before your face betrays you. A small smile tugs at your lips as you remind yourself that you’re the one Bucky wakes up to in his arms each morning and the one that falls asleep in his tight embrace each night.

The touch of cool metal quickly snaps you out of your thoughts as Bucky sidles up to you and pulls your body tight against his side. You wrap your arms around him and look up into his deep blue eyes. Sighing, he cups his hand on your cheek and lowers his forehead to yours.

“I gotta go help Steve get everything ready for tonight,” he mutters disappointedly as his fingers trail down your throat and slip into your robe to lightly trace the curve of your breast.

“But after that, I’m all yours doll.”

Head nodding, you lean into him as he plants a lingering kiss on your forehead before rising to his feet. The bed dips slightly as Natasha takes a seat beside you, smiling smugly at the exchange like a proud matchmaker.

Bucky pauses for a moment to take in the sight of you and Nat on your bed. Chuckling to himself, he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

“You know, the guys are begging me to take myself out of the contest,” he explains as he snaps a quick picture of the both of you.

“Stark is throwing around an obscene amount of money for me to pull out and leave just the two of you in the game.”

“They are dying to see what the winner would make the loser do,” Bucky continues with a smirk as he sends the picture to the men. “Think they’re hoping for some nudity.”

You’re about to protest loudly when Nat throws you a silencing look. She makes sure she has Bucky’s full attention before reaching down to grab the sash of your robe. She licks her lips as she weaves the silky material through her fingers and locks eyes with you.

“Well, I know if I won, I would ask your little kitten here to slip into something sexy,” Nat purrs seductively as she yanks on the sash to force your body closer. You struggle to keep a straight face as she leans into you, her plump red lips mere inches from yours and her hot breath fanning your face.

Sneaking a sideways glance, you watch Bucky’s jaw clench slightly as his eyes cloud over in a tormented mix of jealously and arousal.

“Then I’d make her come…” she muses as Bucky leans towards you protectively. “To each of your rooms where we’d both crawl into your beds and take turns straddling your bodies…”

“…while we smother you all in your sleep for being disgusting perverts.”

Less than amused, Bucky rolls his eyes as you and Nat dissolve into high-pitched peals of laughter.

“Hilarious,” he grumbles under his breath as he waits with his hands on his hips for the laughter to subside.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you reach out and take his hand.

“I’ll be down as soon as I’m done babe,” you promise sweetly, lacing your fingers through his. Bucky smiles and brings your hand to his lips before reaching down to kiss your cheek.

“Don’t keep me waiting beautiful,” he whispers into your ear, sending chills down your spine and a wave of warmth between your legs.

He steps back, still holding your hand, and looks silently into your eyes for a few moments.

“Take good care of my girl Nat,” he instructs without breaking his gaze. Squeezing your hand, he gives you a wink and a smile, before turning to leave.

You tilt your head and sigh as you watch him walk out the door. Nat nudges your shoulder with hers, chuckling in amusement.

“Geez girl,” she teases as you get up from the bed and walk over to your makeup table. “He’s only going downstairs, not off to war.”

You stick your tongue out at her reflection in the mirror and start to root around for your hair brush.

Natasha comes up from behind and leans over your shoulder to grab the brush from your reach. Before you can object, she begins to glide it through your hair in long, methodical strokes.

Sitting in silence, you glance at each other every so often in the mirror, an uncomfortable tension growing between you. Several minutes pass before you hear her take a deep breath and speak.

“Did I ever tell you about the time Bucky and I kissed?” she asks tentatively, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You shake your head and look away, trying to push down the tears that are threatening to appear.

“We were undercover, posing as a married couple,” she recounts, pausing the brush mid-stroke as she recalls the memory.

“It was awful, really awkward,” she shudders, pulling the corners of her mouth down in an exaggerated grimace. “Nearly blew our cover.”

Picking up a heated curling iron from the table, Nat wraps a length of your hair around the barrel. She smiles wryly as she watches the steam rise from the iron.

“There was no heat between us, nothing.”

A loose curl falls from the barrel and rests warmly against your skin. As Nat reaches down to move it, her hand drops to your shoulder. You meet her reassuring gaze in the mirror.

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about,” she murmurs, rubbing your shoulder in comfort. “I’m not any sort of competition where Bucky is concerned. Not even close.”

You look down in embarrassment as a single tear of relief rolls down your cheek.

“How did you know?” you whisper as you watch the teardrop splatter onto your robe.

“Well, for starters, you didn’t seem too thrilled when you walked in on me and Bucky this morning,” Nat explains as she continues to curl your hair into loose waves. “I saw the daggers you were throwing my way.”

“If looks could kill,” she mutters jokingly under her breath.

“God, am I that obvious?” you cringe, covering your face with your hands to hide the telltale blush.

Nat laughs softly and bends down to rest her chin on your shoulder. She moves your hands from your face and gives you a wide smile in the mirror.

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious to all of us that you’re crazy in love with Barnes,” she answers with a wink.

You’re about to counter with your objections, when Natasha starts to wave the hot iron menacingly at your reflection.

“Don’t you even dare try to deny it,” she threatens, narrowing her eyes as if she was reading your mind.

“And don’t fucking start with that whole ‘I’m too damaged to love’ speech. I wrote the book on that bullshit excuse.”

Damn she was good.

You slump down in the chair with a sulky huff and jut out your lower lip in an exaggerated pout. Natasha rolls her eyes and motions for you to start on your face.

Fifteen minutes of silence pass as you apply your makeup and Nat finishes curling your hair. As you uncap your lipstick and bring the bright red shade to your lips, you pause and look up at her with a timid expression on your face.

“Nat, Bucky and I haven’t kissed yet,” you confess, the heat rising in your cheeks.

“What if…what if we kiss and there are no sparks?” you mutter hesitantly, casting your eyes downwards to avoid her amused gaze.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she blurts incredulously. “The heat between you two when you’re just standing in the same room together is intense.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to burn this whole place to the ground when you eventually get around to having sex.”

You shake your head with a laugh as you stand to survey your finished look. Turning to Nat, you smile brightly and give her a big hug.

“Thanks Nat,” you mumble gratefully. “For everything.”

“Anytime babe,” she replies happily.

“Get dressed, it’s almost show time.”

You walk to your closet and grab the dress and heels you’ve picked out for the night. Untying your robe, you let it fall to the ground, revealing the tight black lace corset and garters underneath.

“Jesus,” Natasha murmurs as she sweeps her eyes over your body appreciatively. “How the hell have you been able to keep Barnes off of you?”

“It’s been hard,” you giggle as you guide a silk stocking up your leg. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to resist him.”

“The man is a walking sin.”

Natasha nods in agreement as she watches you slip into a flirty black dress and your favourite stilettos.

“Have you told Bucky where you’re going tonight?” she asks, eyeing you with suspicion as you run your fingers through your tousled waves.

“God no,” you respond with a hint of nervousness in your voice as you turn your back to Natasha and move your hair to the side. “I’m going to sneak out halfway through the festivities and hope Bucky doesn’t realize I’m gone until I’m deep.”

Natasha snorts loudly in response while pulling up your zipper. “Honey, he’s going to get one look at you in this dress and not be able to take his eyes off you for even a second.”

“There is no chance in hell that you’re going to be able to take one step out the front door without him noticing. And when he finds out where you’re going…”

Natasha pauses, shuddering as she imagines his reaction. “You had better brace yourself for a fight.”

Giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror, you scoff at Nat’s warning.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you scold, swatting her arm with your clutch as you step into the hallway and stop in front of the giant ‘assassins’ poster Tony has graciously positioned outside of your room.

“I’m sure Bucky will understand after Steve and Tony sit him down to explain.”

“Yeah sure,” Nat responds sarcastically as she slaps her hand on the poster for effect.

“Is that before or after he goes all ‘winter soldier’ on our asses?”

Shaking your head, you grab her shoulders from behind and start pushing her towards the elevator.

“Bucky’s a grown man,” you argue, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “He’ll survive.”

“But Tony on the other hand…” you mutter darkly as you pass another of the massive posters.

“I’m going to kill him when this contest is over.”

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I feel as if some kind of ancient fandom curse as been placed on me so that no matter what fandom I’m in I always ultimately fall in love with a rare ship that there is barely any fanfic for.  

Yoongi Scenario: Million Reasons.

Request: DO you think you could write a scenario where Suga and the reader’s (she’s an idol that debuted around the same time as them so they’ve always been friends basically) relationship becomes public and there’s a lot of hate so they start avoiding each other and it gets really hard for the both of them.  + Hello! May I please request a Yoongi scenario in which the reader is his best friend who he is very affectionate with, and he has trouble sleeping so he walks to the reader’s apartment in the middle of the night and it was raining so he’s soaked. Thank you for your hard work! I hope it’s not too complex.

Genre: Romance / Drama


One of the things that made you angry was the fact that you didn’t know who had found out about your relationship, or more like who had sold you to the netizens.
The best way to describe everything that had happened to Yoongi and you the last few months would be if you compared it with an avalanche. It was like the two of you had been at a mountain at the very top of the world, together, but when you least expected it you had fallen off, and every little thing since then had accumulated making that fall bigger and bigger, leaving you at the end hurt and cold, you didn’t know where you stood anymore, but in the fall you had had to let go of Yoongi’s hand.

The fans had been ruthless, they went far beyond not taking it well, the netizens bashed the two of you for being deceiving and untrue to your fans, and the talk shows only spoke about the sneaky couple that had managed to keep the relationship a secret for such a long time, three years, you had pulled it off for three years and in a moment everything was ruined.

You hugged your knees to your chest as you saw the new threads on the internet about Yoongi and you, there were still a lot, but since your last statements it had diminished a little. After everything blew up, both your agency and Big Hit stayed quiet waiting for your confirmation on what to do next, you had kept it that way for a week or so, in which the fans and the press only were motivated to investigate more until they found a video tape on a security camera that showed clearly the two of you holding hands and sharing a few kisses in a parking lot.

You remembered that day, he had just come out of prerecording mcountdown and you had gone there with your manager to discuss a few things about your next stage, while your manager took care of that you had met Yoongi, you had thought that nobody was around and yes you had carelessly showed affection, dating wasn’t easy for neither of you, so you took any chance to share a kiss or to just touch him. You had thought that you could do it without harming anyone, but judging by how the fans reacted when the news went out you had no idea.

You tried to hold it together, but after the video tape was out both of you were the targets of the scorn of the fans, more you than him you had to admit, your fans were protective but his were another deal, maybe because of the fact that he was a man and had more fangirls who had demonstrated to be more extreme. You had been the target of false rumors and accusations ever since, everybody harassed you to say something, anything about Min Yoongi, and you had wanted to be brave and strong and just face the world by his side, tell them that yes you were together and happy, and that you planned to stay that way. But that was just a dream, your agency realized that this could end with your career and thus you had had to say the unthinkable to a media reporter.

“We dated a few times but it wasn’t serious, we are not together”

You had said that without telling him, instead of all the things you wanted to say you had told a lie to save yourself, but that lie had become a fact, you had months without seeing Yoongi.

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The Contest - Chapter 5

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 5 continues with the slow, slow build, Lots of dirty talking, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Humour, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Groping, Fingering, Language!, NSFW, Technology, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 7,142 (I’m so sorry…putting myself on a time-out)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

A/N: Thanks so much for your patience everyone! The holidays really threw my schedule into chaos and this one took a lot longer than I anticipated. This chapter was a challenge - I struggled with the length and whether or not I should divide it into two chapters. In the end, I decided to keep it together so as to not disrupt the flow.

Thanks to @evansrogerskitten​ for the beta - I  love you babe! To everyone sending me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged, THANK YOU! You are AWESOME! Tumblr is being a bitch with the tags so I’ve done these manually - I hope I haven’t missed anyone! Please send me a note if I’ve left you off by mistake or if you would like to be tagged.

And always, to my twitter babes: thanks for the support, love and smut ;)

Chapter 5: The Asset

In the nights that followed, you and Bucky could be found sprawled across his bed watching movies, huddled under the covers talking for hours or just wrapped around each other’s bodies in quiet comfort.

Falling asleep in Bucky’s protective arms each night, you felt safe for the first time in years. But while his presence kept the nightmares at bay, the vividly erotic dreams that appeared in their place were just as torturous. Especially when Bucky had made it a habit to hold you close to his body as you both slept. You never would have guessed that the Winter Soldier liked to cuddle.

Each morning you’d wake with your body pressed tight against his bare chest, his metal arm circling your waist and a strong thigh draped across your legs. This morning was no exception.

As soon as you begin to stir, you feel his warm lips start to lazily pepper your neck with kisses and his morning arousal rubbing up against your backside.

“Mmmm, good morning soldier,” you purr as you lightly stroke the cool metal of his arm while backing into his growing bulge. “Someone’s up early.”

“Your fault doll,” he murmurs sleepily into your ear. “All that moaning in your sleep last night got me going.”

“Was I fucking you hard in your dreams again?”

“Hmph,” you scoff as you make a mental note to never tell Natasha anything ever again. “How do you even know I was dreaming about you?”

“Well,” he smirks as he runs his stubbled cheek along your jaw and whispers lowly, “you screaming ‘oh God Bucky right there, touch me right there’ sort of gave it away.”

You shiver as his mouth slowly nips down your neck, his hand sliding over your stomach.

“Now that you’re awake I wanna find that spot,” he teases. “Slip my fingers into your wet pussy and watch you come undone.”

A moan escapes your lips as his metal fingers begin to rub slow circles over your clothed mound.

“Wanna make you scream my name while you cum all over my fingers.”

“Such a dirty boy,” you whimper, squirming as you intercept his hand before it can dip under the hem of your sleep shorts.

You feel him smile against your neck as he lays his hand over yours. He presses your fingers down hard and begins to maneuver them over your covered clit.

“Why don’t you join me in the shower and I’ll show you just how dirty I can get.”

You grip his hand to still his movements and guide it away from your sensitive spot. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“Never,” he growls as his hand slowly travels up your body. You breathe in sharply as it grazes the underside of your breast. “You’re my mission.”

You swiftly roll over and turn to face him; giving him a warning look as you plant your hand on his chest to stop him from advancing.

“Sorry solider, I’m not ready to comply just yet.”

Bucky laughs and reaches over to playfully smack your ass before rising from the bed. He stands up with his back to you and slides his shorts down his legs.

“Your loss sweetheart,” he smirks as he tosses them at your head and walks towards the bathroom with a confident strut.

As you pull the shorts away from your face and prepare to unleash a string of obscenities, your gaze lands on his firm, naked ass. Eyes widening, your words are swallowed by a low whimper.

Slamming your head back onto the bed, you grab Bucky’s pillow and cover your face to smother your loud scream of frustration.

The past few days had been sheer agony. It was one thing having to participate in the contest when you thought Bucky didn’t give a damn about you. But now knowing that your feelings for each other ran deep, made everything a lot more complicated.

It also didn’t help that you were both so stubbornly competitive and thought nothing of testing each other’s willpower on a constant basis – despite the fact that each new round of teasing drew you both closer to the brink of elimination. The sexual tension between the two of you was off the charts. What had started out as harmless flirting was threatening to ignite into intense passion with every word, look and touch.

Making matters worse was that the rest of the team had begun to notice the white hot sparks that flew between you and Bucky every time you were in the same room, and they began to use this to their advantage.

Suddenly, you found yourself paired with Bucky to review intel, carry out routine surveillance and even for kitchen duty. The two of you seemed to be ending up in the same place alone too often to be considered a coincidence.

Throw in the fact that the other two Avengers left in the contest had consolidated their matchmaking efforts and you knew it was time to tell Bucky that you both needed to cool it or risk being eliminated ahead of Steve and Nat.

As you get up from Bucky’s bed and begin to straighten the sheets, you take stock of the current situation. No surprise that you, Nat and Bucky were still holding strong – your common training and tactical experiences were firmly rooted in self-discipline. Steve however was the dark horse. You never thought he would have held out so long. Little beads of sweat begin to form on your brow as you move around the bed, mentally listing each of your opponent’s strengths and weaknesses.

“Why is it so hot in here,” you think to yourself as you bite your bottom lip in concern. The last thing you need is to get sick and have your defenses weakened, especially around Bucky. You had discovered quickly over the past few weeks that a clear head was required when dealing with the super soldier – he could instantly make you wet with just one bite of his lip or sweep of his tongue.

Damn, that tongue. You pause from your task to imagine how incredible that tongue would feel sliding between the folds of your pussy.

You’re so deep in thought that you don’t hear Bucky come up behind you. As he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder, you close your eyes and lean back to breathe in his scent.

“Bucky, you’re getting me all wet,” you squeal as cold water from his damp hair starts to drip down your neck and chest.

“Can I feel?” he teases. His hands dip into the top of your shorts and slowly start to pull them down.

“Don’t you dare sergeant!” you scold while you hold them in place.

He hums softly and drapes a towel over your shoulder. “Here, use this to dry off.”

You grab the towel and begin to pat down your neck as you turn to face him. “Thanks. Listen Bucky, we need to ta…”

Your sentence is cut short when he pulls you in tight to his body, your hands landing on his wet, muscular pecs. Mouth agape, you stare as drops of water trickle down his sculpted chest and roll over his abs before disappearing into the space where your hips meet.

It’s only when you feel his hardening cock twitch against your core through the thin fabric of your shorts, that you realize he’s completely naked.

“You were saying doll,” he smirks while you close your eyes tight and fumble out of his solid grip.

“Damn it Bucky,” you cry out while swatting him blindly with the towel. Backing up, your knees hit the bed and you suddenly fall seated onto the mattress. Your eyes fly open in surprise and for a split second your gaze lands on Bucky’s thick, long cock. You gulp harshly and quickly bring the towel up to cover your face as Bucky takes a few steps towards you.

Chuckling, he pries the towel from your trembling hands and wraps it low on his waist. Dipping his head, he brings his lips to your ear.

“I can tell by the way you’re blushing that you like what you see.”

“Just so you know sweetheart,” he murmurs softly, grinning as he watches you bite down hard on your bottom lip. “It can get much harder than that.”

The sound of his laughter rings in your ears as you bolt from the room with your fists clenched, cursing him loudly in Russian.

By the time you wash up and head downstairs to join the rest of the team in the common room, you’re still wound tight and unusually hot – patches of sweat staining your flimsy top and shorts. Tony, Steve and Bruce are huddled around a mid-air projection screen while Thor is seated on the couch watching their efforts.

“Why the fuck is it so hot in here?” you whine as you plop yourself down next to Thor.

“The compound’s climate control system has inexplicably gone offline,” mutters Bruce as he scans the code on the screen. “We’re running a diagnostic but we can’t seem to figure out what triggered this malfunction.”

Steve walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of ice water before hopping up on a stool. “For some reason the heat has kicked in and we can’t seem to over-ride the controls to turn it off.”

“Something in the program is restricting our access.”

“Something or someone,” you grumble as you shoot Tony a suspicious look.

“Now what would I have to gain by sabotaging the temperature in this place,” Tony asks innocently while pretending to be wounded by the accusation. “Although I must say, hot and sweaty is a good look on you sugar.”

“Feel free to disregard the ‘no nudity during the contest’ rule for the time being,” he offers generously.

“Although something or someone tells me that you and Barnes may have already thrown in the towel on that one.”

“Kiss my ass Stark,” you growl in frustration as you try unsuccessfully to block the image of Bucky’s impressive cock from your head.

“Why so grumpy sweet pea,” Tony questions with a tone of mock concern in his voice. “I think someone needs a good…”

“ Fuuuuuck,” interrupts Bucky as he comes swaggering into the room wearing shorts and a tight, white tank top. “What’s with this heat?”

“If I keep sweating like this I’m going to have to take another shower.”

He sets his gaze on you and winks. You narrow your eyes and mouth “fuck off” before turning your attention to Thor who is thumbing through a cook book.

Bucky smiles widely and climbs up on the stool next to Steve’s. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes at the screen.

“Is this text from you?” Bucky asks while handing Steve his phone. Steve takes it and reads the message.

“No, not from me,” he answers, passing it back to Bucky. “I think that’s Sam’s number.”

“What about this one,” Bucky questions as he brings up another text.

“Geez Buck,” scolds Steve. “You really need to set up your contact list so you know who’s sending you these messages.”

“These things are such a waste of time,” Bucky grumbles as he waves his phone around in annoyance. “By the time I figure out all your numbers and how to use the damn thing, we get new ones. Hate these burner phones.”

Steve shakes his head and laughs. “Here, give me your phone,” he coaxes. Bucky hands it over and watches Steve swipe and tap the device.

“OK, I’ve set up my contact info to get you started…woah!”

Bucky looks up to see Steve’s eyes widen at the screen.

“Shit Steve, did you break my phone,” Bucky huffs as he takes the device back. He glances down at a text message Steve has inadvertently opened.

He furrows his brow as he read the words ‘Hi handsome’ under a photo of a woman’s tongue licking a set of plump, cherry red lips.

“What the hell,” Bucky mutters as he types back a response.

Who is this?

He shrugs his shoulders at Steve and hits send.

A few moments pass when his phone starts to chime.

You don’t remember me?

A sad face emoji pops up on the screen attached to another message.

Maybe this will jog your memory

A picture of a woman’s hand caressing the valley between two ample breasts spilling out of a black lace bra flashes onto the screen.

“Hello!” murmurs Steve as he cranes his neck to get a better view of Bucky’s phone.

Bucky’s mouth falls open for a split second before his eyes flit over to where you’re sitting with Thor. He watches as you sweep your hair off your shoulders and arrange it into a messy bun in an attempt to cool off. His blue eyes flicker with desire as he admires your body which is flush with a thin sheen of sweat that glistens on your skin.

Turning his attention back to his phone, Bucky ducks his head in guilt and quickly types out a message.

You have the wrong number

With a swipe of his finger, he deletes the conversation.

“What are you doing?” Steve questions in annoyance. “This may be one of those groupies Stark was talking about.”

“Just trying to stay alive pal,” Bucky answers nervously as he motions his head in your direction. “I’m not interested in any groupies.”

“Man, you are whipped,” Steve laughs.

Before Bucky can respond his phone lights up with a new message. He tentatively taps the screen and lets out a sharp breath as a picture of a cute, round ass appears, clad in a barely-there black lace thong. Peeking out of the waist band over the right cheek is a small tattoo of a red star.

Steve lets out a low whistle while Bucky swallows hard.

Pretty sure I’ve got your number babe. Don’t lie…I know you’re thinking about how much you want to spank my ass while I call you daddy

Bucky vehemently shakes his head from side to side while he taps on his phone.

Sorry, no. All I can think about right now is how sexy my girlfriend looks and how I want to bend her over that couch she’s sitting on

Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise as Bucky hits send. “Whoa Buck, your girlfriend?”

“Well yeah,” Bucky smiles sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, I haven’t asked her yet or anything but I want her to be my girl.”

“That’s great buddy,” Steve says approvingly as he places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and grins widely.

They both look down as Bucky’s phone chimes.

Girlfriend? Too bad, is it serious?

Bucky smiles softly as he types his response.

Yes, very

He looks up and notices you blushing as Thor whispers in your ear. Bucky closes his eyes and grits his teeth angrily, trying to steady his composure, when his phone lights up with another message.

Lucky girl. In case it doesn’t work out, I’ll be here waiting

Bucky quietly moans at a picture of a woman’s hand pulling down on a pair of black lace panties while the other hand fingers a garter belt. As his eyes run down the length of her legs to a pair of black high heels and back up to her covered mound, he struggles to keep his cock from twitching.

“FUCK!” exclaims Steve loudly as he grabs the phone from Bucky’s hand. You and Thor look over with puzzled expressions.

Bucky laughs nervously as he jabs Steve hard in the ribs.

“Cat video,” he stammers in explanation.

“That is one pretty pussy,” Steve mumbles under his breath.

You shake your head and turn to continue your conversation with Thor.

Bucky snatches the phone back from Steve and hastily types out a message.

You’ll be waiting around forever then. Do you like blonds? I have a friend

Steve gives Bucky two thumbs up and waits eagerly for a reply. He frowns at the response that appears a minute later on the screen.

Thanks but no…I prefer my men with long, dark hair…ridiculously handsome and aggravatingly cocky…with stubble…stubble is good

Bucky chuckles as he remembers a similar conversation from a few nights back. He’s about to bid his mystery admirer a final goodbye when he freezes.

“What’s wrong Buck,” questions Steve as Bucky squints at the screen and enlarges the photo to get a closer look. He begins to scroll back and forth through the pictures, examining them carefully, until the realization begins to dawn on his face.

“You little tease,” he growls lowly as his head snaps up and his eyes bear down on you. Sensing his stare, you look up in time to see him jump off the stool, his mouth formed into a tight, menacing grin. A mix of fear and excitement overwhelms your senses as you realize you’ve been discovered.

Bucky slowly stalks over to you, the metal plates on his arm whirling with each step. You quickly jump up from the couch while Thor looks on in amusement. Giggling uncontrollably, you run full throttle down the hall to the elevator.

“Shit shit shit shit shit, come on, come on,” you chant frantically as you press the up button, trying to will the elevator doors to open. You let out a sigh of relief when they finally part and you slip in. You jab repeatedly at the button to close the doors and then lean against the wall to catch your breath.

But just as the doors are about to close tight, a metal hand reaches in and pries them open. Your eyes widen as Bucky steps into the elevator car and the doors slide shut behind him.

He smirks as he steps in close and places his hands on either side of your head, effectively pinning you to the wall. “Where do you think you’re going baby girl?”

You swallow nervously as his darkening eyes hungrily scour your body. His metal fingers trail down your jaw line before wrapping around your throat to squeeze it firmly but gently. Your breath leaves your body in a rush.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” he murmurs as his other hand grips your waist and turns you so you’re facing the wall.

“Are you going to punish me daddy?” you taunt him breathlessly as his hands pull down on your shorts.

“Is that what my kitten wants,” he teases as his metallic fingers trace over your tattoo. You gasp as his flesh hand comes down on your bare ass with a loud smack.

You let out a raspy moan and start to back into his hand when you feel the elevator jolt to a stop.

“What the fuck,” snarls Bucky as he turns toward the panel and starts to push the buttons.

You’re both startled by the sound of Tony’s voice wafting into the elevator car.

“Hey kids, sorry to interrupt but there’s a small problem with the elevator,” he explains. “We’re working on it.”

“Wow, that’s one sweet ass…tattoo…sweet ass tattoo.”

Bucky quickly backs up to shield your backside from the camera as you pull up your shorts.

“How long before you fix the elevator Stark,” Bucky growls into the intercom.

“Oh, maybe an hour or so,” answers Tony nonchalantly. “Feel free to continue where you left off, you won’t even know I’m here.”

Before Tony can finish his sentence, Bucky delivers a crippling punch to the camera.

“That’s coming out of your paycheck Barnes,” mutters Stark in annoyance.

“Add this to my bill too,” Bucky replies as he rips the intercom speaker from the panel.

You shake your head in disapproval and begin to survey the car for options. Your eyes land on the emergency exit hatch at the top of the elevator. As you examine the hatch, you bring the hem of your top up to wipe some sweat off your face – flashing Bucky in the process.

“Stop fooling around Bucky and come give me a boost please. No way are we staying in this hot tin can for an hour.”

Eyes fixed on the ceiling you steady yourself as Bucky comes up behind you and places his hands on your hips. But instead of lifting you up, he maneuvers you along with his body towards the wall until his back is pressed up against it.

“You’re not going anywhere princess, not done with you yet.”

Holding you tight to his chest, his hands slip under your top and start to move up towards your breasts.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your body. You lean your head back against his shoulder as his lips ghost over your neck.

“Bucky,” you whimper as his hands gently squeeze your breasts, his thumbs circling your hardening nipples through your bra. “We can’t…we can’t do this.”

“I know doll,” he stammers as he grinds his growing erection into your ass. “I just need to touch you…want you so fucking bad.”

“I want you too babe,” you murmur as you tilt your head to the side to give him more access. You feel your knees buckle at the heat pooling between your legs as he presses his lips to your neck. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”

“Just need to wait a little longer, we’re almost there.”

Bucky sighs loudly and buries his head into the crook of your neck. “You’re making this is so hard.”

You chuckle softly and tuck your hand behind you to stroke his half-hard cock.

“I don’t know about that soldier,” you answer cheekily while glancing coyly at him over your shoulder. “I’m told it can get a lot harder than this.”

Bucky groans and starts to slide down the wall, guiding your body with his until you’re set between his legs.

“I don’t know how much longer I can resist you,” he mutters as he fumbles in his pocket for his phone. He brings up the picture of your backside on the screen and holds it up in front of you as evidence. “Especially if you keep teasing me like this.”

“Hey you started it soldier,” you huff indignantly while playfully slapping his thigh. “You and your little strip show this morning.”

Bucky laughs and starts to fiddle with the settings on his phone.

“Bucky, what are you doing?”

He ignores your question and continues to tap at his phone. Your eyes widen when you catch a glimpse of the screen.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” you warn tersely. “You can’t make my ass your background picture.”

“Too late,” he murmurs as he traces over the curve of your onscreen backside with his finger.

You reach out to grab his phone but he scrabbles to his feet and raises it high above your head. You jump up a few times trying to snatch the device from his hand but he raises it higher with every leap. He tilts his head and grins appreciatively at your futile efforts.

“Damn baby,” he purrs, biting down hard on his bottom lip. “I love watching your tits bounce.”

Narrowing your eyes in annoyance, you line up determinedly to kick the phone from his hand but he anticipates your move and jams the device down the front of his shorts.

You raise your eyebrows and flash a cheeky smile. “Really Bucky, like that’s going to stop me.”

He throws his arms out in invitation as you take a step closer. Your hands are just starting to slide down past the waist band of his shorts when the phone slips out and lands on the floor. You quickly drop down to your knees in front of Bucky to grab it, one hand still tucked inside his shorts, when the doors of the elevator open.

You freeze as Tony and Steve come into view.

“Going down?” Tony smirks as he crosses his arms and leans up against the wall.

You make a face at him as you scramble to your feet and bolt from the elevator clutching Bucky’s phone. Tony leans over to get a better view of your backside as you run down the hall. Bucky starts after you, pausing first to punch Tony hard in the shoulder.

“Stop fucking staring at my girlfriend’s ass,” he threatens in a menacing voice before taking off in hot pursuit.

“I’m sorry, did he just say girlfriend?” Tony asks as he turns to Steve with an incredulous look on his face.

“Yup,” chuckles Steve as they watch Bucky quickly catch up to you. They listen to you curse loudly when Bucky grabs your waist and effortlessly flings you over his shoulder.

Tony stares hard as Bucky’s metal hand moves under your shorts to squeeze your ass before he kicks open the door to the stairwell. Tony mutters in disbelief under his breath.

“That lucky son of a bitch.”

As evening rolls around, you find the team back in the common room, surrounded by portable fans and ice cold beers.

You grab a bottle and sit yourself down in front of the cool stream of one of the fans – as far away from Bucky as you can get.

You had spent most of the afternoon in your bed propped up against Bucky’s chest, sweating in between his legs while he watched you create his contact list – punishment for teasing him with those texts. It would have probably taken you less time had it not been for the distraction of Bucky’s lips on your neck and shoulders, and his hands roaming over your body. Between the heat and his touch, it was enough to drive you mad.

As you take a sip of your beer, you silently agree that some distance from Bucky is in order tonight. You fall back on the couch and close your eyes to enjoy the rush of cold air rolling over your body when Steve calls out.

“Hey gorgeous, come play with me and Bucky.”

Your eyes fly open and glance over in confusion. It takes a few moments to realize that they are setting up for a game of scrabble.

You smile wryly and curse your overheated imagination. “Thanks, but I’m not in the mood tonight Steve.”

“You boys will just have to play with yourselves.”

Steve shakes his head and smiles while Bucky’s eyes flash in amusement as they land on yours.

“What’s the matter sweetheart,” Bucky taunts while he twists the cap from his beer bottle. “Afraid you’re going to lose your shirt to me?”

He brings the bottle to his full lips and takes a long drink. You throat goes dry as his eyes drift over your body.

“Ummm no,” you answer with a roll of your eyes. “It’s just that most men can’t handle it when I whip their ass.”

Bucky raises his eyebrow and leans back in his chair, legs splayed apart.

“I’m not most men darling,” he replies smugly. “You can play rough with me.”

“Fucking hell” you scream silently in your head as your gaze lowers to his crotch. “Don’t let him suck you in…ugh, don’t say suck…and don’t you dare get up from this couch…stay in your Bucky-free zone.”

You’re about to shut him down when you hear Bucky chuckle. Your eyes snap up to catch him giving you his best shit-eating grin. Bastard. You can’t resist.

“Well then,” you smirk. “How can I deny myself the pleasure of bringing the Winter Soldier down to his knees?”

Bucky inhales sharply as you part your legs slightly and raise an eyebrow in challenge.

“Sorry doll,” he says in a husky tone as he coyly looks down at this lap and then back up at your lips. “You’re the one going down tonight.”

“Please Barnes,” you scoff playfully while you rest your beer bottle in between your legs and start to slowly run your fingers over it. “You know it will be me coming on top.”

“I have words you’ve never even heard before ready to roll off my tongue.”

Bucky’s eyes roam up from your lap to your mouth as he licks his lips slowly.

“Mmmm, let’s see what that smart mouth of yours can do sweetheart,” he dares with a sexy grin.

Rising from the couch you head over to the game table where Steve and Bucky are sitting. You come up behind Bucky and place your hands on his broad shoulders.

“I think you’ll find solider that I have some pretty impressive oral skills,” you purr as your hands move over his chest and abs, gliding down to palm the bulge in his tight jeans. He moans your name softly at your touch.

“Come on you two, play nice,” Steve sighs as he readies the board.

“We’ll behave,” Bucky promises as he stands to pull out your chair. As you move to take your seat, he leans in and whispers. “Unless you want daddy to punish you again baby girl.”

A shiver runs down your spine as he slaps your ass and nips at your shoulder.

“OK, just a few rules,” begins Steve in a firm tone.

“No names allowed or making words already on the board plural. No suffixes, prefixes or abbreviations. No slang words, made up words or acronyms like LOL or OMG.”

“Plus you’ll score 5 extra points if you use your word in a sentence,” he continues as he starts to shake the bag filled with letter tiles.

“And for gosh sakes, watch your language,” jokes Bucky. “Captain America gets a little flustered with the dirty talk.”

“It happens one time,” Steve replies in exasperation as he holds out the bag to you.

“Wow Stevie,” you tease as you draw your letters. “I would have killed you if we had ever made it into bed.”

“You guys are hilarious,” he mumbles as you and Bucky share a knowing look. “Are you finished or is there a second act to this comedy show?”

Bucky pats Steve’s shoulder in apology and you blow him a kiss. Steve jokingly mutters “jerks” under his breath and starts the game.

“Ok, my first word is ‘sit’,” says Steve as he places his tiles on the board.

“We should sit in front of the fans to stay cool.”

“Your turn Buck,” instructs Steve as he jots down his points.

When Bucky doesn’t answer, you look up from reviewing your tiles and notice his glazed eyes focused on your breasts. It only takes a moment to realize that while you’ve been absentmindedly rolling your cold beer bottle over your neck to cool down, Bucky has been watching your nipples hardened with each pass.

He’s deep in his thoughts when Steve calls out to him again.

“Bucky?”

Looking slightly disoriented, his eyes shoot up to Steve for a moment, before dropping down to study his tiles. His frown is quickly replaced with a mischievous smile that spreads slowly across his face.

He spells the word ‘get’ on the board before turning to you with a lustful grin.

“I can’t wait to get my mouth on your gorgeous tits.”

You let out an amused gasp while Steve chokes on a mouthful of beer.

“Bucky,” Steve sighs as he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“What?” answers Bucky defensively as he points to your breasts. “Just fucking look at them…they’re awesome.”

“Yes…yes they are,” agrees Steve. “But…”

“But nothing,” interrupts Bucky with a wave of his hand. “My word counts, I used it in a sentence and her tits are spectacular…gimme my points.”

While Steve exhales in exasperation, you cock your eyebrow at Bucky and place the word ‘good’ next to his. You look up at him with a devious smile playing on your lips.

“If you’re a good boy Barnes, I might let you fuck them sometime.”

Bucky growls lowly while Steve’s eyes widen, a pale pink blush creeping up his neck. You arch your back and push your chest out for full effect as both men continue to stare.

“Stevie?” you call out innocently, as your fingers glide up and down over a spot in between your breasts. “I think it’s your turn.”

“My turn?” Steve responds hoarsely, trying to clear his throat. “Oh right, the game.”

You notice his fingers tremble slightly as he arranges his tiles on the board.

“Radio,” he mutters while avoiding eye contact with you. “I like listening to the ballgame on the radio.

You turn to Bucky and watch as his eyes dart from the board to his tiles and then back again. He grins widely and begins to spell out his word.

“Sweet,” he says, his tongue running over his lips as he locks his eyes on yours.

“All I can think about doll is how sweet your pussy is going to taste on my lips.”

You hum softly at the thought and slowly reveal your next word.

“Dirty,” you purr seductively.

“Jesus,” mumbles Steve as he shifts nervously in his seat waiting for your sentence.

“I want to feel that dirty tongue of yours licking my clit.”

Hands dropping to his knees, Steve exhales slowly and bows his head to stare at the floor; the blush on his face becoming a deeper shade of pink.

Bucky eyes flutter closed for a moment before he scrambles to respond.

“Were,” he murmurs as he grins wickedly. “I wish you were cumming all over my mouth.”

Steve snaps his head up in confusion and motions with his hands for Bucky to stop.

“Hold on Buck, I think it’s my turn.”

Steve’s protests are drown out by the sound of your heart beating loud and fast in your chest as you press your tile firmly on the board and fix your eyes on Bucky.

“Wrap” you smirk as you bring your beer bottle up to your mouth. “I want to wrap my lips around your thick, hard cock.”

You wink at him as you slowly lick the rim before taking the bottle into your mouth and downing the liquid in one shot.

“Bad” Bucky groans in response, his excited eyes riveted to yours. “I want you so fucking bad right now.”

You smile teasingly as you place the word ‘ride’ on the board. Bucky bites down hard on his lip.

“I want to ride your cock hard until you shoot your load deep into my pussy.”

Bucky tilts his head and gives you one of his sexy, crooked smiles. He stares straight into your eyes and murmurs “pussy.”

“Wanna stretch that tight little pussy with my big cock.”

You squirm in your seat as the wetness begins to soak through your panties.

“Wet,” you whimper as you position your word. “Thinking about you fucking me is making me dripping wet.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Steve discreetly drop his hands under the table.

Bucky grins wickedly as he lays his letters on the board.

“Hard” he growls. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Oblivious to Steve and the rest of the team that have now turned their attentions from the movie they were watching to your game, you and Bucky continue to throw down tiles and the dirty talk.

“I hate you guys,” mutters Steve as he pushes away from the table and gets up from his seat. Tony, Bruce and Thor snicker quietly as they watch him walk stiffly to the elevator.

“Mmmm Soldier,” you tease as you spell out ‘rough’. “All I can think about is you fucking me fast and rough from behind while you spank my ass.”

Bucky’s breath hitches as his tiles form the word ‘prayer’.

“I’m going to have you screaming my name like a prayer while you cum all over my cock sweetheart.”

You inhale sharply at his words and place your remaining tiles on the board.

“I’m going to be your dirty little slut tonight Bucky.”

Bucky’s darkening eyes bear down on yours with such intensity that you feel like your skin in on fire. The heat between your bodies is electric – firing showers of sparks that threaten to ignite the desire bubbling so close to the surface. You both sit motionless; fighting a silent, internal battle as your willpower threatens to collapse.

Bucky opens his mouth to speak when Natasha walks in and quickly scans the room with a quizzical look.

“Which one of you gave Captain America the raging boner?” she smirks. Fingers quickly point to you and Bucky.

With confused looks, you both turn towards Steve’s seat, not realizing that he had left the room. Bucky turns to Nat with a large grin.

“That would be miss porn star mouth over here.”

You throw a handful of tiles at his chest and huff loudly. “Hey you were talking up a filth storm too Barnes.”

“Nicely done,” praises Natasha as she grabs a beer and sits down next to Bruce. “I passed Rogers on his way to his room about 15 minutes ago and he looked ready to blow his load.”

Bucky chuckles and picks up his phone.

“Well then, this should speed things up,” he murmurs as he taps at the screen.

He’s about to place it back down on the table when the sounds of phones chiming around the room make him freeze in place. His eyes dart to his phone and widen in horror.

As you reach out for your phone to see the incoming message, Bucky quickly snatches it away.

“Bucky, give me back my phone,” you scold. “It sounds like we are getting a mission update.”

Bucky ignores your outstretched hand and jumps to his feet.

“I’ll…I’ll read it to you,” he offers nervously, his face flush with fear.

“Yes Barnes why don’t you give us all an update on this mission,” snickers Tony as he taps his phone in mid-air to bring up the picture of your ass on the projection screen.

“Are you planning to penetrate their defenses starting at the back door?”

Your mouth drops open in shock and you turn to look at Bucky with your eyes blazing.

“Bucky…” you slowly growl as you rise to your feet and grip the table. “Did you send that picture to the entire team?”

“Well not exactly,” Bucky confesses, bracing himself for your reaction. “I sent it to the entire team plus everyone on my contact list.”

Watching the anger rise in your expression, Bucky backs away slowly, his hands held up in defense.

“I’m sorry babe, it was an accident.”

“What the fuck Bucky?!” you scream in disbelief as you start to chase him around the table.

“Sam says hi,” he replies matter-of-factly over his shoulder before slowing down to change directions to avoid your grasp as you move to the right and deke left.

You both begin to slowly circle the table when F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice stops you in your tracks.

“Captain Steve Rogers has achieved climax at 10:18 pm.”

You clasp your hand over your mouth to stifle a gasp of disbelief while the rest of the team bursts into laughter.

As Bucky turns to high five you, he’s greeted by a flurry of hands slapping at his arm.

“Whoa babe, relax,” he coaxes gently while he wraps his arms around yours to pin them to your sides.

“Let me go soldier,” you demand, struggling to break free from his steely grip. “So I can shove that phone up your ass.”

‘Mmmm, my kinky little girl,” he murmurs as he pulls you in closer to his body. “You’re going to be a handful in bed tonight aren’t you?”

His hands move down into your shorts, squeezing and kneading your ass as he spreads your cheeks.

“So what do I get to put in yours,” he smirks as his metal finger presses against your tight hole.

Bucky chuckles in amusement as you struggle to swallow a moan rising from your throat.

“Dream on Bucky,” you scoff shakily as you try to regain your composure. “You’re not getting anywhere near my ass tonight.”

“Awww come on sweetheart, don’t be like that,” he pouts as he caresses your backside. ”Need to give this sweet booty a little treat tonight.”

“Had I known it had the power to defeat Captain America, I would have called in this asset a long time ago.”

You groan loudly at his bad joke and roll your eyes. Looking at you innocently through his lashes, Bucky leans in and cocks his head; attempting to soothe your anger with a playful smile.

“Ugh, that’s not going work this time Barnes,” you grumble as your hands move up to his chest to push him away.

Bucky lets out a deep breath while you turn your back to him to avoid his persuasive eyes. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back tight against his chest. His chin on your shoulder, he starts to sway your body from side to side.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” he pleads softly, his lips pressing against the pink flush of your cheek.

You lean your head back on his chest and sigh. “There’s nothing you can do Bucky.”

“How am I going to look Steve in the eye tomorrow?”

Bucky dips his head to make eye contact and raises his eyebrows.

“Doll, I don’t think your eyes are what he’s going to be looking at when he sees you again. And I don’t blame him.”

You laugh softly and shake your head as he gives your ass a soft squeeze - silently cursing yourself for giving into his charm.

Brow furrowed, Bucky gazes at the scrabble board, deep in thought. After a few moments, you feel his back suddenly straighten as an idea takes shape in his head.

“I think I know how I can make this up to you babe,” his says coyly as he guides you to the game table.

You look down in confusion as Bucky reaches over you to the tiles scattered on the table and begins to arrange them on the board.

A smirk begins to form on your lips as you watch the words take shape. You respond to Bucky’s hopeful, apologetic gaze with a nod of approval.

Smiling, he takes your hand and leads you towards the elevator.

A half hour later, still gathered in the common room, Tony, Bruce, Nat and Thor hear their phones start chiming simultaneously. Tony creases his brow and transmits the incoming message from your phone onto a projection screen. A collective groan rises up from the men as Bucky’s naked ass comes into view.

“That’s it,” snaps Tony. “I’m confiscating their phones in the morning.”

A small smile tugging at the edges of her mouth, Natasha cocks an eyebrow and mutters appreciatively under her breath.

“That lucky bitch.”

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p.s. I actually plotted the words on a scrabble board to make sure the game was legit…yes, I’m aware that I need help lol

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battle stats.

general.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆  — strength
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆  — offense
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆   — defense
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★   — speed
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★  — durability
★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — accuracy
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★  — agility
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★  — stamina
★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — teamwork
★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — stealth

specifics.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆  — close combat
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★   — bladed weapons ( swords, daggers )
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — blunt weapons ( clubs, staffs, axes )
★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — ranged weapons ( archery, guns )
★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — superpowers / abilities ( magic )
☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — traps / setups
★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — medic

any lasting injuries from combat ?

None of importance.

fighting style ? ( bold any that apply. )

commander / duelist / honorable / dishonorable / would have others do their fighting / stealthy / long-ranged / melee / technological / sorcery ( he summons cards and dice?? can make gales?? it’s magic )  /  superhuman abilities / has fought in a tourney / a lover of fighting / a hater of fighting / cowardly / reckless / strategic / uses underhanded tricks / renowned for their skill / trained / untrained / keeps skills a secret won a battle / lost a battle / ruthless / merciful

My favorite characters as described by me.

Randy Cunningham:I’m a dumbass given way to much power.

Adam Jensen:Fuck you normie I’m going to expose the illuminati globalist conspiracy!

Samurai Jack:AKUUUUUUU!!!

Master Chief:Relationship satus> [complicated].

Doomguy:Come to Hell in the next 15 minutes if you want to get your ass whooped.

Gorden Freeman:………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Big Boss:This is my box there are many like it but this one is mine!

Solid Snake:Call me Plissken.

Snake Plissken:Call me Snake.

That’s all I have folks. 

The Contest - Chapter 1

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
  Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 1 is a slow build, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Swearing, Flirting, Sexual tension, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Mjölnir kink, Bucky Barnes

Word Count:
3,232

Chapter 2

A/N: Bucky has been a little pouty while I wrote a few Sebby stories so I want to give him a little attention.  My last two Seb stories have been smut intense so I thought I’d test out some lighter fare.  Props to all the writers who take on Avenger stories on a regular basis - this has been a challenge.

Thanks to all my twitter babes, @evansrogerskitten @ek823 @pearljamkaren  @thewife101cevans, @avenger-nerd-mom, @virtualgirlfriendsan and @mistressjenbradlee who never fail to inspire the smut. p.s. There’s some Chris  in here too ;) p.s.s. I figured out how to make a Master List page lol

Chapter 1: Master Of My Domain

Looking around the living room in the Avengers compound, you couldn’t help but smile.  The team had gathered to celebrate a grueling but successful mission and everyone was in great spirits.  The drinks flowed and laughter rang out as you, Tony and Thor performed a rather animated reenactment of the covert operation.  As the three of you shamelessly exaggerated the events of the past week to position yourselves as the stars of the mission, Natasha and Bruce heckled drunkingly from the audience. Steve and Bucky, not feeling any effects from the beers they were downing, intermittently rolled their eyes and threw beer caps in protest.

Collapsing on the couch beside Steve after taking your bows, a twinge of warmth spreads through your body.  Even though you had only joined the Avengers three months ago, you had quickly developed a deep connection to your team members. They were the closest thing to a family you had ever had.  Looking up at Steve as you nuzzle his chest, you smile gratefully at the man who had rescued you from your bleak captivity as a Russian operative.  Taking in your inebriated state, he frowns and wraps a strong arm around your shoulder, trapping you in a protective grip.

“You better slow down on the martinis,” Steve cautions.

“You’re such a big brother,” you chuckle, reaching up to ruffle his perfect hair.

God he was handsome.  You giggle, remembering the first time you kissed Captain America. His wet, full lips pressed softly against yours. It was so sweet, so gentle, so…platonic.  It was in that moment, you both realized you were better suited as friends than lovers.

Steve kisses your forehead and looks around the room.  "Well you’re drunk and I don’t want any of these punks to take advantage of such a sweet, innocent thing like you,“ he says jokingly, but with a hint of serious intent.  "Especially that one.”  He juts out his chin to motion to the handsome, solitary figure sitting across from you.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Just the mere thought of the super solider was enough to bring a stain to your cheeks and to your panties. Looking shyly over your shoulder, you sneak a quick look at Bucky who is silently peeling the label off his beer bottle while ignoring the lively chatter around him. Damn he looked hot tonight in his tight black jeans and t-shirt that perfectly outlined every hard muscle in his body. Your head spins as you drink in the soft curve of his lips and sharp lines of his cheekbones.  As your gaze runs down the chiselled sweep of his jaw to his neck, Bucky’s body suddenly stiffens.  Sensing your stare, Bucky’s head snaps up, his icy blue eyes bearing down onto yours.  You bite down hard on your bottom lip as a shiver runs down your spine.  Watching your reaction, a mix of frustration and pain wash over Bucky’s features.  He turns away and bolts from his seat, scrambling to join Nat and Bruce in conversation.

Heart dropping, you lower your head into Steve’s chest and sigh.  From the very first moment you had met Bucky - his calloused hand wrapped around yours in a forgotten handshake while he stared deeply into your eyes in stunned silence - he had awakened a part of your heart you thought had been destroyed.  But after months of trying to establish even a simple friendship had gone nowhere, you resigned yourself to the fact that the attraction wasn’t mutual. He seemed to ignore you at every turn, only acknowledging your existence when it became necessary for training or during a mission.  Steve’s constant explanations that all Bucky needed was more time to get past his trust issues were wearing thin.  You sensed there was something deeper at play but you just couldn’t figure out why Bucky Barnes hated you.

Before you can reassure Steve that Bucky can barely stand to lay his eyes on you, let alone any other body part, you hear Tony scoffing loudly at Cap’s claim.

“Innocent my ass,” he drawls. “There ain’t nothing innocent about those noises coming from her bedroom at night.”

“What?  Wait no,” you protest over the ensuing hoots and catcalls. “I’ve never had anyone up in my room.  I haven’t even had sex since I moved in here.”

You regretted the words the second they left your lips.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bucky turn his full attention to the discussion and take a few steps closer to you.

“Bullshit,” coughs Natasha.  "Guys are constantly hitting on you when we go out.“

“What about that really cute doctor that keeps asking you out?  Bill…umm Bob…no Ben!”

You glare hard at her, silently willing her to stop.  She innocently takes a sip of her drink and raises an eyebrow at you before glancing sideways at Bucky.

“Who the hell is Ben,” Steve and Bucky shout in unison. You flinch at the sound of Bucky’s tense voice. Turning to face him, you’re greeted by his blazing eyes and the sight of his metal hand forming a tight fist.  This uncharacteristic show of emotion aimed squarely at you makes your head swim.

“Ben is no one, he’s just this guy I met,” you stammer in confusion, your eyes locked on Bucky’s.  "We haven’t gone out on a date or anything.  I’m not interested in Ben.“

Upon hearing your exasperated confession, Bucky’s eyes soften and his lips curl up into a slight smile.  The blood is pounding so loudly in your ears, that you barely hear Tony’s response.

“So if you’re not getting your rocks off with Doctor Ben MD,” he asks slyly “then which one of us is making you so hot and bothered every night that you need to, ahem, relieve the tension?”  Tearing your eyes off Bucky, you look over at Tony.  You begin to roll your eyes hard as he wiggles his eyebrows and shoots you an over-the-top seductive look.  Not to be outdone, Thor pushes out his massive chest and strikes a regal pose.  Bruce meanwhile fidgets with his hands before giving you a shy smile.  Turning to Steve for backup, you’re surprised to see him playing along - looking up at you through his long lashes with a sweet, puppy dog face.  You punch his arm in disgust.

“Et tu, Rogers?”

Not daring to glance over to the one person you know can make you come undone with just a look, you miss the wide smirk on Bucky’s face.

“Puu-lease,” you growl, gaining your composure. “I can control my urges…”

Pausing, you catch Tony’s gaze making its way down your body and you are struck with urge to turn the tables.  Rising from your seat you walk over to him slowly, hips swaying.  Leaning over to provide him with an unobstructed view of your ample cleavage, you take the martini from his hand and murmur seductively, “which is a lot more than I can say about you Stark.”

Tony swallows hard as you straighten up to take a sip of his drink before raising it to toast to your willpower.  "I however, am the master of my domain.“

Groans fill the room.

“I understood that reference,” chuckles Steve proudly.

“Hold up sweetheart,” snickers Tony.  "Are you trying to tell me that you could go longer without having an orgasm than moi?“

"That’s not what I meant Tony,” you huff, shaking your head as you make your way back to your seat. “But sure, I bet you would crack way before me.”

A devious smile spreads across Tony’s face.  "Challenge accepted.“

Confused looks are exchanged amongst the other team members while you narrow your eyes at Tony, waiting for him to deliver the punch line.  He just continues to smile.

Steve rubs his forehead.  "Tony, tell me you’re not suggesting that you two have a contest to see…”

Tony cuts him off with a wave of his hand and jumps to his feet.  "No, not just the two of us, we are all taking part.  Don’t forget, it’s my turn to organize the team building exercise for the month.“

"You are crazy if you think I’m going to take part in this deranged experiment,” exclaims Bruce.

Natasha tilts her head to the side and runs her hand up Bruce’s chest. “Don’t think you can hold out Banner?”  He laughs nervously in response.

Ignoring the protests from the team, Tony buttons his jacket and begins to pace back and forth, silently in thought.

“I’m in,” volunteers Bucky as he sits down next to you.

Tony points to Bucky in appreciation.  "Now there’s a team player.“

Bucky looks straight ahead, avoiding your shocked expression as he takes a long swig of his beer.

"OK, here are the rules.” Tony announces with a flourish.

“No orgasms of any kind - whether achieved by manual or oral stimulation, intercourse or by using any type of device - will be permitted during the contest period.”

“Players will refrain from touching other contestants suggestively, outwardly seducing them or from walking around in an unacceptable state of undress until after the contest is over. Sexual innuendoes and basic swearing and/or dirty talk will be allowed in the general context of our day to day banter.”

“There will be no external stimuli allowed in the compound.  So no strippers, porn, groupies, etcetera.”

Steve leans over to Bucky. “We have groupies?”  Bucky shrugs his shoulders.

“And now to make it interesting,”  Tony says with a smile.

“The first two people to drop out of the contest will have to cook all the team meals for one month.”

“Oh god, please don’t let it be Natasha,” jokes Steve, narrowly dodging an olive thrown by the red-head.

“The third person eliminated will have to organize the monthly team building events for the rest of the year.  Good luck topping this one.”

“The fourth person eliminated will execute any weekly social activities requested by the team for the next four months.”

“The fifth person eliminated will file the weekly team status reports for the next three months.”

“I want you to get that one Bucky,” Natasha says gleefully.  You try not to laugh as you picture Bucky hunched over a computer swearing while he stabs the keyboard with his two index fingers.

“And for the last two standing.  The winner will be entitled to request, within reason of course, three favours from the runner-up that can’t be refused.”

Tony pauses to look at you. “You do own a bikini right?  You’ll need something to wear while you wash my cars.”

You raise your middle finger. “Bite me.”

Bucky silently chuckles at your words.

Bruce clears his throat and adjusts his glasses. “So, just how will we, ummm, determine if someone has well, you know…”

Tony looks around the room with an expression of pride.  "F.R.I.D.A.Y., initiate the Climax Protocol.“

"Protocol Climax has been initiated.”

Steve chokes on his drink.  "What the hell is the Climax Protocol?“

"The Climax Protocol is a program developed by Tony Stark to identify the occurrence of an orgasm within a subject,”  answers F.R.I.D.A.Y. while the team sits in complete silence.  "The program measures the activity in areas of the brain impacted by sexual arousal including the nucleus accumbens, ventral tegmental area, amygdala, cerebellum, and the pituitary gland along with the levels of neurochemicals present.“

"You’ve gone mad,” says Bruce as he scrutinizes Tony with a look of bewilderment.  "What on earth possessed you to create this program?“

"It’s for science,” answers Tony matter-of-factly.  "I even have portable devices for us to wear when we leave the compound.“

"Wait,” stammers Steve.  "Not those silicone bands you made us wear on that mission in Budapest?  I thought those were to monitor our heart rates.“

"Well, technically yes they do, among other things.” Tony purses his lips tight to suppress a laugh while he watches Steve’s face turn pink.

The team erupts with laughter and once again a celebratory mood fills the room.

It’s almost midnight when the team starts in on Thor’s cask of Asgardian mead.  "The drink of the Gods,“ exclaims Thor as he pours you another glass of the potent brew.

You sink into the couch with your drink, wedged cozily between Steve and Bucky, who strangely enough hasn’t left your side since the talk of the contest started.  After months of barely giving you a passing glance, suddenly having Bucky so close kicks your senses in overdrive.

Silently drinking your mead, you try hard to focus on the conversation Steve and Bucky are having but you can barely form a simple thought as you breathe in Bucky’s scent and feel his taut body moving next to yours.  The low, sexy timbre of his voice is like a siren song, drawing you closer to drown in his ocean blue eyes or become mesmerized by the way his lips move when he speaks.  Your mind starts to drift, imagining how sweet those full lips would taste, how they would feel as they made their way down your body. Wetness pooling between your legs, you start to imagine Bucky’s warm, wet mouth on your pussy.

Deep in your fantasy, you at first don’t think anything of it when Bucky leans into you several times during his conversation with Steve.  By the time you realize he’s been inching his body closer to you with each pass, his thigh is already pressed up hard against yours.  As he reaches across to playfully punch Steve’s shoulder in response to something he said, Bucky deliberately brushes his metal arm across your breasts, sending a jolt of electricity down to your core.  He chuckles lowly as you moan into his ear.

"You alright doll,” he says with mock concern as he watches you squeeze your thighs together.

“Or do you need to head back to your room to take care of that?”

Ignoring the scowl on your face, he casually drapes his arm behind you on the back of the couch and starts to lightly trace his metal fingertips on your bare shoulder.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t go down so quickly on me.  Well, at least not until after I win the contest.”

He tilts his head and winks at you.  You blush deeply - half from arousal, half out of anger at his smug cockiness - and cast your gaze down to avoid his stare.  Eyes drifting to his lap, a smirk starts to spread across your face.  You look up at him coyly through your lashes.

“How cute are you Barnes, talking the big game,” you purr as your hand coasts up his thigh and stops just sort of a bulge that’s forming in his tight jeans.  "You should really give that tongue of yours a rest though, for when you lose of course.“

"You’re going to need it for what I’ve got planned for that smart mouth of yours.”

Your hand dips slightly between his legs and squeezes his thigh.  His eyes flutter closed for a brief instant but snap open quickly when Thor calls out his name.

“Young Bucky,” he roars.  "Are you worthy to possess the power of Thor?“

You both look over to see Tony, Natasha and Bruce gathered around Thor’s Mjölnir.  Bolstered by the mead, they were each taking turns to see who could lift the hammer from the coffee table.

Bucky shakes his head laughing, "Not even close.”

“What’s wrong soldier,” you tease.  "Can’t get it up?“

"Try me doll,” he murmurs, throwing his arms wide open in invitation while he sits back smiling.

Before you can answer, the team begins to loudly cajole you into testing your worthiness. Standing up from the couch, the effects of the asgardian liquor washes over you and you find yourself swaying back down towards your seat.  Two hands quickly wrap around your waist to steady you.  As you reach down to squeeze what you assume are Steve’s hands, you feel the touch of cool metal.  Looking down, you’re met with Bucky’s smug grin and the feeling of his fingers moving down your backside.  You clumsily swat his hands away and stagger over to the Mjölnir.

You have never been this close to Thor’s hammer and you find yourself in total awe of it’s power.  As you absentmindedly begin to circle the tip of the handle with the pad of your thumb, you look up to see Bucky watching your movements closely while biting down on his bottom lip.

“Well this could be fun,” you think chuckling to yourself.  Hearing your laugh, Bucky furls his brow and leans forward, hands clasped tight with his elbows resting on his thighs, waiting to see what you have planned.

“Mmmmm, so hard and long,” you sigh as you begin to run your fingers up and down the leather clad handle, your eyes fixed squarely on Bucky.

Bucky crosses his arms and leans back on the couch, shaking his head while he forms his lips in a tight, disapproving smile.

“It’s so big, I can barely get my hand around it.”

Fingers wrapped tightly around the handle, you begin to move your hand up and down slowly.  You give Bucky one more smile before you close your eyes and throw your head back.  Obscene, breathy grunts start to spill from your mouth as you tug at the ridged shaft.

You smile as you hear Bucky start swearing in Russian under his breath.  You bring your head forward and open your eyes to meet the amused looks of your teammates.  You give yourself a mental high-five when you notice Bucky has strategically placed a large pillow in his lap.

“Like I said Cap,” mutters Tony, rolling his eyes at Steve, “innocent my ass.”  

Turning to Thor, you smile sweetly and shrug your shoulders.

“Guess I’m not worthy to rule Asgard.”

Slightly dazed, Thor picks up his hammer and bows in front of you.

“That my lady, was a performance worthy of a King.  If you would…I need to…I must go now.”

Natasha sidles up beside you as you watch Thor make his way to the elevator.

“Damn girl, are you trying to kill Barnes,” she whispers approvingly.  "He looks like he’s ready to explode.“

"That’s the plan,” you return with a wicked grin.

You chat with Nat for a few minutes before heading back to the couch to sit beside Bucky who is trying hard to avoid eye contact.

“Are you ok doll,” you goad, patting the pillow on his lap. “Or do you need to go take care of that?”

You see a slight smile cross his lips.

“I hope you’re not ready to give up Barnes, ‘cause I’m just getting started.”

“No way babe,” he murmurs, turning to lower his face within inches of  yours.  "After that little show, I’m making you my mission.  I can’t wait for you to make those pretty noises for me all day long with that dirty porn star mouth.“

He reaches up to run his thumb across your lower lip.  You struggle to suppress a moan.

While you’re deciding whether to slap him or suck his thumb into your mouth, F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupts your thoughts.

"Thor Odison has achieved climax at approximately 1:12 am.”

After a few seconds of silence, the team erupts in laughter.

The Contest - Chapter 2

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
  Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 2 continues with the slow build, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Swearing, Flirting, Sexual tension, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Diary Products, Pillows, Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 3,323

Chapter 3

A/N:  To everyone who sent me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged after Chapter 1 - THANK YOU SO MUCH!  Yours were the very first I have ever received and it means a lot.  I hope I remembered everyone and my apologies if my replies got lost in the void (my devices don’t seen to like sending replies) 

To my twitter babes: thanks for the support. I love you almost as much as I love Sebby ;)

Chapter 2: The Morning After

The next morning you wake slowly, head pounding and heavy with a hazy recollection of how the evening ended. Lying in bed, eyes still closed, you search your memory only to find it overloaded with images of Bucky.

The last coherent scene in your head was a rather lively game of pool with Bucky and Steve. You remember Bucky, when he wasn’t busy running his tongue over his lips to distract you, going to great lengths to ensure you had a perfect view of his ass whenever he leaned over to line up his shot. You repaid the favour by taking every opportunity to smack his ass with your pool stick and by bending over the table a little too deeply so that he got an eyeful of your cleavage. Between the flirtatious smack talk and flashing of body parts, you remember Steve walking away, grumbling something about being a third wheel.

Everything after that was a blur except for the vague memory of two strong arms carrying you to the elevator, but you couldn’t be certain if that was real or just a dream. The whole night seemed like a dream, just too good to be true.

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Things I adored about this episode

- reestablishing how much Rip and Sara mean to each other.  Co Captains for life

-Everything about Rip…Phil. He is hilarious and so lost. And I am amazed that they managed to somehow condense what usually would be 10 episodes worth of Rip getting, punched,pushed,thrown into one episode

-THE HOLY LANCE

- Sara being such a great leader and Jax being right there for her. They make such a good team.. And yes Sara of course Rip would take the same decision. This is Rip. You are both bloody sentimental softies who would never sacrifice a friend for some mere object

-Gideon being so happy have Rip back. And the way she described him was beautiful

-Amaya throwing Maclolm like a ragdoll. Pleas punch him more in the future. Sara already has Darkh to vent out her murderous impulses on. Please let Malcolm be the future victim of Amaya’s wrath again and again

- Mick Rory. Poor guy. My heart broke when I heard how happy he sounded to talk to Snart again before Stein interrupted. It’s not easy dealing with emotions. And the flashbacks served yet again to remind us how messed up the Time Masters were.

I can’t wait to see what crazy gamble they will take to bring back Rip. In some ways I think the Legends are even better match for Eobard then Barry. Thawne thrives on being a master manipulator. Of making complicated plans and planning for every possible outcome. I have no doubt he had personally hunted down both Time Pirates and Time Captains all in effort to learn more about Rip. He probably sees Rip as some worthy opponent and he has planned a whole strategy for how to defeat him

Except that he hadn’t planned on the Legends who are chaos incarnate. They cheerfully take insane risks, go against all logic and often just do plain stupid stuff. Thawne sees life as a game of chess. But if you try to play chess with the Legends they will hit you on the head with an anteater. Why? Where did the anteater come from? Who knows. That’s how they roll.  And I doubt he knows about what happened between Rip and the Time Council and how the Legends had rubbed off on him. Frying your own brain on the radiation of a Time Reactor? That absolutely is what the Legends would do. Hell some of them would probably do it just to see what will happen

I can’t wait to see Eaobard’s smug expression shifting to a “WTF?”

Promise Me.

Character: Newt Scamander

A/n: I got the idea for this one during school today and I could not stop thinking about it, so here it is in all it’s glory. And I had to go through a lot of research to make sure I was writing this accurately.

Yes I did take inspiration from the Marauders.

Also I’m not great at suspense so I apologize when you get to that part.

Warning though, this one is very long and takes place in Newt Scamander’s fourth year at Hogwarts.

And apologizes if you’re not a Ravenclaw! You can mentally change it or just pretend for the sake of the fic :,)

Newt Scamander learned about the Forbidden Forest in his first year at Hogwarts. He knew it was off limits and even attempting to venture inside would risk him expulsion. On several occasions he even tried to purposely get detention just so he might have the chance of being allowed inside.

It just never worked out in his favor, always having to clean out cauldrons with Professor Slughorn.

In his fourth year, Newt made it his mission to go into the forest and at least try to see some of the magical creatures Professor Kettleburn told him that lived inside.

He learned that his best chances to get inside would be late into the night, knowing the groundskeeping stopped patroling the outskirts of the woods after midnight.

The forest was notoriously dark and difficult to navigate without some source of light, and Newt wanted to eliminate any chances of getting caught.

To solve his problem, he would wait for the next full moon so he would have a decent amount of light until he knew that he could use the lumos charm without anyone noticing.

Newt usually didn’t have plans on Friday’s so it was easy to work out his plan since his dorm mates were usually out at Hogsmeade until curfew.

When they did return, they simply bid him goodnight and started getting ready for bed.

Newt had to wait quite awhile fully dressed under his patchwork quilt until he was certain enough time had passed before he could escape.

Throwing off the blanket, Newt quietly slid off the mattress and grabbed his cloak before slowly walking out of his dormroom and to the circular doors that lead to the common room.

He sighed heavily once he realized there was no one lounging about on the armschairs; he quickly headed for the exit, making sure none of the house elves from the kitchens spoted him on his way to the castle enterence.

Newt started moving faster once he had successfully made it out of the castle, still keeping a lookout for anyone that might see him.

As he reached the very outskirts of the school grounds, he could see the dark and ominous trees protruding from the ground and high into the sky.

He stopped just as he could see the start of the woods, considering going back if the rumors of how dangerous it really was were true.

A rather loud howling sound broke his thoughts, causing him to jump slightly as he tried to figure out where it was coming from.

His head turned to the side as he heard it again, loud and desperate howling, like an animal was in pain.

Newt immediately dove into the forest, trying to remain very quiet so he could try and locate the sound, potentially helping the distressed creature.

He could tell he was getting close, when the howling stopped he then started hear low growling and barking.

His mind went through all the possible creatures it could have been, but he was coming up short in terms of a specific animal.

Newt’s attention was the then caught by faint yelping extremely nearby, and deciding that he was deep enough into the forest, he cast the lumos charm and started to look through the darkness for whatever he was trying to find.

He took a few more steps, the noises coming louder and whenever he turned left, he saw it.

Just beyond a few trees he was able to see a tall and grey creature standing up on it’s hind legs, shoulders hunched over as it looked in various directions while it growled profusely.

Newt’s eyes widened as he was able to see the face of it breifly, a short snout and remarkably human-like eyes.

What he saw in front of him was a werewolf.

Professor Kettleburn gave a short lesson on them back in second year, and from what Newt knew briefly of them, whoever was inside the beast had no recollection of what they were doing.

He took a step back, his mind blanking out shortly as he locked eyes with the werewolf, noticing the menacing look it gave him as the volume of it’s growls amplified and it raised it’s head towards the sky as it howled.

Newt stood there, frozen to the ground as it made an attempt to lunge at him.

He closed his eyes, barely catching the dark silhouette that jumped up at the werewolf from the side, managing to injury it enough to distract it from Newt.

When he opened them again, he found a wolf with dark fur, standing lowly infront of him with it’s tail held stiffly in a horizontal position, growling loudly at the werewolf.

Newt let out a breath, eyes fixated upon the animal that had apparently saved his life.

The black wolf barked, attempting to attack the werewolf again, but this time it threw it’s paw foward, managing to throw the wolf backwards with a small yelp as it hit ground harshly.

Newt stared the animal with deep concern, looking up at noticing that the warewolf was now heading off further into the forest.

Newt’s breathing was still short and heavy as he knelt down infront of the wolf, seeing a blood pour from a scratch along the bottom of it’s snout.

Just as he reached out to touch it, he quickly pulled his hand back as the wolf morphed into a hunched over figure, wearing a black cloak similar to his own.

Whoever it was was breathing almost as heavily as him whenever they stood up, hood still drawn over their head.

“What are you doing out here?!” The person yelled, quickly throwing off their hood as they stared at him in disbelief.

Newt was immensely shocked to see the face of a girl his age, standing where a wolf was only moments before.

He focused more on your face, instantly recognizing it as one of the Ravenclaw students from his potions class.

He now distinctly remembered your face as the two of you occasionally casted glances over one another while Slughorn droned over the importance of cauldron material.

Newt remembered faintly of one of Professor Dumbledor’s lesson on wizards that could morph themselves into a specific animal at will.

“You’re an animagus?” He asked, his tone lacked in shock. It was near unheard of for someone so young to have mastered such a complicated skill and most animagi had to be registered with the ministry.

“That doesn’t matter! You have to leave now!” You said, practically shoving him towards the direction he came.

“What about you?” He asked in a panicked tone as he caught sight of the still bleeding scratch on your jawline.

“I’m fine! You have to leave before he kills you!” You stressed, still trying to push him.

“What are you talking about?!” He shouted, freeing himself from your tight grasp. “Why are you out here with a warewolf?”

You sighed, looking over your shoulder with wide eyes. “I look after him during the full moons, making sure he doesn’t hurt himself or anyone else.”

“But you’re a student?” Newt asked, astonished that you had managed to take on such a dangerous creature.

“So is he!” You yelled impatiently, however you immediately shoved your hands over your mouth.

“You didn’t hear that.” You said quickly.

“I certainly did! Who is it?” He demanded.

Newt could almost feel the agitation radiate off your form as you reluctantly answered him. “Edgar Fairchild.”

Newt mouth fell open but you grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling him close.

“You can’t tell anyone! No one knows but Dumbledor!” You begged. “If anyone else finds out they might kill him!”

Newt had to take a moment to breath, seeing the desperate look in your eyes before you looked over your shoulder again.

“I-I won’t.” He stuttered.

You shook your head, tightening your hold on his cloak. “That’s not enough! You have to promise me you won’t say a word, not about me or him!”

Newt shook his head. “I promise I won’t!”

He could visibly see the tension leave your shoulders as you sighed heavily, taking a moment to rest your head on his shoulder as you caught your breath.

“Thank you.” You said greatfully, letting go of him as you stepped back. “Now please get out of the forest!” You warned as you took off into the dark after your friend.

Newt was able to see your figure change into the wolf again before you disappeared completely from eyesight.

Newt shoved his hand into his hair, trying to process what all had just happened. But the loud howl urged his feet to take off to the forest enterence again.

And he didn’t stop running until he was safely behind the Hufflepuff doors, nearly collapsing onto the floor.

One thing was for sure.

Newt had several questions for you.

Originally posted by biteinthenight

The signs and romantic relationships (by me, a Virgo)
  • Aries: I honestly haven't encountered enough Aries in my life. Maybe I have, but I wasn't aware that they were around me. But from experience, I know they are passionate, hard-working, and restless. I can see hooking up with an Aries, perhaps maintaining a platonic relationship with one. I think that an Aries would get bored of me (a Virgo) in a relationship. I don't think that I am spontaneous enough to keep up with an Aries. The way to get to an Aries' heart is to be ride or die. Be by their side if they have $5 or $500. At the end of the day, they want to be unconditionally loved.
  • Taurus: What stubborn bulls they are! But don't worry if you are in a relationship with one, they're amazing. I click with Tauruses really well because they are so patient and willing to listen to what people have to say. They are willing to get to know people for who they are on the inside, and rarely judge a book by its cover. Tauruses want things their own way and will fight super subconsciously to get things their way. Like a Taurus could be priming you to think a certain way without you even knowing it. But I can see a relationship with one in the long haul. If you want someone who will be honest with you and stick by your side during rough patches, go for a Taurus.
  • Gemini: Oh dear god. They are extreme hits or misses for me! I don't want to perpetuate the "two-faced, attitude problem" gemini tumblr stereotype, but it does speak some truth. However, there are some geminis who are down to earth and just want what's best for their partner or friend. They will go the extra mile for the ones they care about and not stop at anything. But, they will do the same thing for themselves. Most of the time, they will be completely loyal to you, as long as doing so doesn't conflict with their own interests. But once they fall in love with you, they'll do anything for you. Once they get an idea in their head, GOOD FUCKING LUCK trying to get them to think a different way.
  • Cancer: Wifey material tbh. They are so intuitive, kind, and affectionate. The "moody, over-emotional" Cancer stereotype does hold true in many romantic situations though. If you disappoint a Cancer, they will take it very hard and most likely blame themselves, and eventually, you, for their feelings. In spite of this, Cancers make great partners to form firm, emotional, spiritual, and physical bonds with. Like Tauruses, they will take the time to listen to you and get to know you, and most likely accept you in spite of your faults. But don't mistake their kindness and acceptance for weakness. A cancer can drag your ass down the street if you betray them.
  • Leo: WHY DO LEOS HAVE TO BE SO DAMN SEXY?!?!?!?!? Maybe it's the way that they carry themselves so effortlessly! Like you guys can do anything that you set your minds to. However, you can be conceited... But usually for a good reason. When you're in a relationship with a Leo, don't be surprised if they're different around their friends than they are around you. They can't help it; they're like chameleons. They tend to feed off of the energy around them, and fit in with any clique they come across. Don't perceive this as them being "fake." It's just in their nature. However, beware of a Leo who does everything to blend in with everyone else, but doesn't know who they are when they're alone.
  • Virgo: My sign! Virgos get a lot of hate for being "nit-picky, neurotic, and critical." To some extent, this criticism is well warranted. We tend to over-analyze everything and our minds never stop racing. But when we're in love, we fall head-over-heels. Virgos notice everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly. When a Virgo you're involved with brings up one of your negative qualities, they aren't trying to bring you down. They actually want to help you improve. A Virgo is a healer by nature, and we'll do anything to help you grow as a person. And if you're ever sad or completely broken, a Virgo will do anything to make you feel better. They most likely know how to cheer you up, since they always notice what makes you happy! And they also know what gets you going sexually. However, Virgos can be blunt, and critical of themselves and project their insecurities onto other people. CALL A VIRGO OUT ON THEIR BULLSHIT. ALWAYS. We appreciate the honesty and we will work on our faults.
  • Libra: It's easy to fall for a Libra. They have the whole romantic package: extroverted, kind, romantic, charismatic... Hell, they're even ruled by the planet of love, Venus! A Libra falls in love hard, and will treat you like royalty. However, when times get tough, Libra can show a much colder, stand-offish, mean side to them. Like Geminis, Libras can have "2 personalities," and they absolutely HATE being told this. But once a Libra has shown their true colors, you know that they trust you. When you have mutual trust with a libra, you can have an amazing relationship. However, unlike Virgos, Libras are not blunt and do not like blunt people. Calling a Libra out on their bullshit can be hard, as they are very defensive to criticism and tend to take things very personally. Master communication with a Libra, and master your relationship.
  • Scorpio: COMPLICATED SHAWTYS. Scorpios are mysterious, sensual, aggressive, and vindictive. But if you can get to know a scorpio and accept them in spite of their temper, you can have an incredible relationship. Scorpios have a reputation for being able to hold grudges, and that reputation is absolutely correct! Screw over a scorpio, and they'll never forget. But on the flip side of that, if you warm a scorpio's heart, and make them feel loved unconditionally, they will always remember and have a "little thing for ya." Perhaps this is why scorpios have so many platonic flings. Whenever someone touches their hearts, they won't forget it, and they try and see if something good can come of it. Underneath their tough, introverted exterior, they are the sweetest, most vulnerable human beings who just need to feel secure, loved, and accepted. Like Virgos, it is okay to call Scorpios out on their bullshit. They may get mad at first, but they'll think about it, and realize that you meant well for them. They will forgive you if they know you were critiquing them from the heart. In this sense, they make great marriage material. But if you betray a Scorpio, or show that you are fake or two-faced...Kiss your relationship good BYE.
  • Sagittarius: My moon sign! Like an Aries, a Sagittarius needs a partner who is, to some extent, spontaneous. They need someone who wants bigger and better things, someone who wants to travel and experience everything. Being in love with a Sagittarius is magical- They always look for the positive in things and will help you see the glass as half full in the darkest times. Some claim that Sags are not suited for monogamous, committed relationships... This is simply untrue. A Sagittarius just needs their own space, and cannot feel tied down. Let a Sagittarius release energy by any means they need. It's always good to notice their restlessness, and let them blow off some steam, be it from working out, going hiking, dancing, drawing, etc. A Sagittarius needs to be trusted. If you don't trust a Sagittarius, you will misinterpret their restlessness for apathy in the relationship. If you have trust problems and constantly accuse a Sag of cheating, you will push them away. This is why Sags end up hooking up with many people, but only falling deeply in love with a few.
  • Capricorn: Above all, Capricorns are people with intention. They always have a plan, whether they know it or not. They always know what their next step is. If you're in a relationship with a Capricorn, they see a future for it. They don't want to be romantically involved with someone they can't picture spending the rest of their lives with. But this doesn't mean that Capricorns aren't ones for casual sex. If they just want to hook up, they JUST want to hook up. Having clear intentions is a good thing, but a Capricorn's downfall is that they sometimes don't communicate their intentions! They could hook up with someone, and be frustrated as to why that person keeps contacting them, when in reality, the cap didn't establish a boundary. They are rather secretive, and have a hard time asking for help with problems that they're having. But they are amazing people to confide in. They are the most trustworthy sign in the zodiac imo. When you're in love with a Cap, you will know all of their secrets and they will know all of yours. Unlike Scorpio, Capricorn isn't a vengeful sign. They won't use your secrets and weaknesses against you, but like Taurus and Virgo, they will fight with you subconsciously fight you from afar. Don't be surprised if things "mysteriously fall apart" after you screw over a Capricorn.
  • Aquarius: They are aloof and mysterious, yet so empathetic and humanitarian. They have fantasies of making the world a better place, by all means necessary. An Aquarius almost always has good intentions, and goes above and beyond to impress and help you. An aquarius loves hard, with all of their heart, even though they may have a hard time showing. People sometimes have problems getting Aquarians to express themselves. And when an Aquarius is confronted on this, they're confused; they feel that they communicate their feelings and their love normally. It will be difficult for them to shift their perspective, but once they do, it'll be magical. Aquarians LOVE to be sarcastic, and will bond with you over sarcastic humor. However, Aquarians will date someone out of spite. They often go for "rebound" relationships to prove to their exes that they are fine alone, when in reality, they are hurting hard from breakups. If you want to "test" their love by seeing how jealous or clingy you can make them, MOVE ASIDE, YOU HAVE THE WRONG PERSON FOR THIS. Aquarians don't get jealous easily, and they are very trusting people. In this way, they are great partners for Sagittarians. I notice as a Virgo that Aquarians are attracted to me. I think Aquas are attracted to a Virgo's healing power, as they are natural humanitarians. Unlike other air signs (Gemini and Libra), they don't have 2 personalities. What you see is what you get. Since they are aloof, people tend to underestimate Aquarians. And they get proven so so SO wrong.
  • Pisces: A Pisces is a true sweetheart. When they truly care about you, they're the ones who will take you out for pancakes and try to support you by any needs necessary. Not only that, they'll help you dream to escape reality. They're very intuitive and can have psychic qualities. They can read you and know when something is bothering you. A Pisces is the person who will listen to your story, and nod along when everyone else is engaging in side conversations and ignoring you. They can be a bit socially awkward, so if you aren't traditionally extroverted, they will be able to understand you and talk to you. However, they can be very whiny and over-sensitive. If they do not channel their emotions effectively, they can be aggressive or secretive. If a Pisces is building up their emotions, something seemingly arbitrary can send them into a trance. When you love a Pisces, you need to seek to understand them, and help them deal with their emotions. Like Sagittarius, they need to channel their energy, although they don't seem outwardly restless. As with Cancer, pity the fool who mistakes a Pisces' kindness for weakness. They will go OFF on you if you betray them. Overall, they are great partners.
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I have learned to trust in myself and you will too.

The Clone Wars, Season Three, Episode 7 “Assassin” 

This probably ranks in my top episodes of The Clone Wars, primarily because I think that Ahsoka’s relationship with Padme and her relationship with herself is such a focus point.

When Anakin leaves, she’s distraught (that shoulder slump when he flies off!), and she says that she shouldn’t be studying, she should be fighting. After she suggests to Anakin that he should take her with him (in defiance of the counsel’s direction, per usual), she asks who will watch his back if she’s not there. When she is alone, she says that she shouldn’t be studying, she should be fighting. To Padme she confesses that she does not have confidence in herself on a mission alone without Master Skywalker.

It is a complicated view of herself that allows her to be young with dissonant and contradictory opinions of herself without being condemned as foolish or annoying. 

When Ahsoka asks to speak to the senator in private after she had mistakenly thought the assassin was on the ship, it would have been so easy to write Padme as rolling her eyes or dismissing Ahsoka–even though I’ve seen the episode several times, I still brace myself for the dismissal that never comes.

Instead, Padme reassures Ahsoka that she still has faith in her. Furthermore, she refers her as Padawan Tano in front of the other senators, showing her the same kind of respect that she shows to her peers.

Even when Padme is shot, no one is angry with Ahsoka, no one contextualizes the events leading up to her injury as a failure of some kind on Ahsoka’s part. Instead, they continue to listen to her, they value her input, they continue to work together.

That is so important to me because Ahsoka is allowed to be young, she is allowed to make mistakes.

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The Hard-Won Lessons of the Solitary Years

By: Sara Eckel
NY Times, January 2, 2014

When my then-boyfriend Mark lost the lease on his Brooklyn apartment, moving in together made good sense. We were in our 40s, both battle-scarred from decades of romantic unhappiness, and had finally found the relationship we had longed for our entire lives. So even though the timing was bad (we had been dating for only six months), we knew where this was headed. Why wait?

“I’m ready to take it to the next level,” said Mark, while cooking chicken paprikash in his soon-to-expire apartment.

I watched this sweet, handsome man sauté onions, and my heart turned upside down. After two decades of dating guys who could barely commit to next week, here was a wonderful man who wanted to be with me, plain and simple.

I was thrilled — and terrified. Sure, Mark and I were having a glorious time: weekends picking apples in the Pennsylvania countryside, brunches at his favorite Mexican diner. But living together was different. Or at least I thought it would be. I couldn’t know for sure. Because, to my deep embarrassment, I was nearly 40 and had never shared a home with a boyfriend.

For most of my adult life, I was unattached. I spent my 30s with a slowly escalating fear that I would never find a partner. My anxiety wasn’t merely about getting older and supposedly less desirable in our youth-obsessed culture. I also worried that my single years were shaping me, hardening me into a woman too finicky and insular for a lifetime partnership.

I had noticed that friends going through breakups often took solace in the fact that they had learned from those failed romances. They had acquired important skills such as how to be vulnerable, how to set boundaries, how to listen and how to speak up. They had learned the art of compromise and forgiveness and how to love someone even when you don’t always like them. Through practice and repetition, they were mastering this exquisite, complicated dance, cultivating wisdom and muscle memory that could be successfully applied to future relationships.

I was glad my friends had found an upside to their heartache, but statements like those also made me nervous. If one learned how to have a happy partnership by trial and error, then I was missing crucial on-the-job training.

Even so, when it came to the particular question of whether Mark and I should move in together, I knew my concerns were valid. “It’s too soon, and for the wrong reason,” I told my friend Paul at a bar one night.

He shook his head, looked at the ceiling and said, “No wonder you’re single.”

I stared at the bar, furious. How dare he take my very reasonable reservation and turn it into a pathology! Soon we were having the kind of bitter argument that makes other patrons glance your way with wide, curious eyes.

Once we had cooled down, I explained how hard it is to be a longtime singleton, how people assume some deep psychological issue is preventing you from finding a partner, rather than allow that maybe you just haven’t met the right person.

Paul listened, apologized and we ordered another round.

Later, I thought about it. Paul may have been unfair, but he also wouldn’t have upset me if part of me didn’t think he was right.

So I took the leap: I asked Mark to move in with me. If I was truly an intractable spinster, I might as well find out now.

Mark said yes, and on a sunny May morning six weeks later, he moved into my small one-bedroom apartment. I sat on my — our — bed and watched him hang his clothes in the closet I had just cleared, feeling like someone who had talked her way into a job she wasn’t quite qualified for. I didn’t know what was ahead, only that it would be difficult, but worth it.

That was nearly eight years ago. I’m still waiting for the part where it gets hard, still waiting for the “work.”

O.K., that’s not completely true. Like anyone, we have conflicts. He has punched walls. I have walked out the front door and circled the block. But I can count those kinds of fights on one hand.

Mostly, I have been shocked to discover how easy it is to live with and, now, be married to Mark.

My husband and I didn’t calcify as we grew older. Instead, as I believe most people do, we became less selfish and more patient, quicker to admit when we’re wrong, more apt to notice when the other person needs some space. I understand, in a way I never could have in my 20s, that sometimes the best way to resolve a conflict is to go in the other room and read a magazine for a while.

And there’s nothing like two decades of loneliness to make you appreciate a spouse. Sure, we annoy each other sometimes. Mark has lost countless hours of his life waiting for me to find my keys, and I will never agree that it’s O.K. to use dish towels to mop up spills on the floor.

But Mark also makes me laugh every day, has fascinating insights about everything from 1970s cop shows to campaign finance reform, and he gives me his unwavering support whenever an editor rejects my work or an acquaintance treats me shabbily. Compare this with the stresses of longtime singlehood — the bad dates, the condescending relatives, the Sunday nights — and you can deal with a few stained dish towels.

If you have lived alone for two decades, it also means you can’t subconsciously (or directly) blame your partner if your professional or creative life hasn’t worked out as well as you had hoped. Whatever career and financial mistakes I’ve made (and there have been some doozies) are mine and mine alone. When you meet your partner at 40, there’s no mental backtracking: “I could have been a senior V.P. by now if we hadn’t moved to Tucson for his job,” or “I could have been a rock star if I hadn’t had to cover everyone’s health insurance.”

Most important, I’ve realized I never needed a long boyfriend résumé for the experience. In the 20 years before I met Mark, I learned a lot of hard lessons: how to be a self-respecting adult in a world that often treats single people like feckless teenagers; how to stand at cocktail parties while my friends’ in-laws asked me if I had a boyfriend; how to have warm, friendly dinners with strangers I had met online, as we delicately tried to determine whether or not we could possibly share our lives together, and how to come home to an empty apartment after a rotten day at work.

I realize these less-than-giddy examples may conjure up those deadly words: “desperate” and “pathetic.” But I wasn’t desperate. If I had been desperate, I would have settled for a relationship I felt ambivalent about because I was afraid to be alone. Instead, I learned to relax into the open space of my quiet home and unknown future. I also learned there is a difference between feeling something unpleasant (loneliness, longing) and being something shameful.

Being a single person searching for love teaches you that not everything is under your control. You can’t control whether the person you’ve fallen for will call. You can’t force yourself to have feelings for the nice guy your best friend fixed you up with. You have no way to know whether attending this or that event — a co-worker’s art opening, a neighbor’s housewarming — will lead to the chance encounter that will forever alter your life. You simply learn to do your best, and leave it at that.

Relationships are work, but so is being single, and I became pretty good at it.

Even though Mark and I don’t fight much, several years ago we had one that made me wonder if this was the end. It began as an innocuous argument over vacation time, or lack thereof, but it somehow unleashed long-brewing resentments that escalated and culminated into two harsh, staccato syllables. It felt like a car crash: plunging into darkness, time stopping. I sat up straight on our bed, heart thumping, wondering if the life we had built together was going to come tumbling down.

In that moment, the future was vast, black, unknowable. But I wasn’t afraid. Splitting up would be awful, but I would manage.

I didn’t panic or try to make the moment any different from what it was. I simply sat in that untethered space, two angry people not speaking to each other, without any knowledge of what was on the other side.

After a time, it could have been minutes or hours, Mark took my hand and squeezed, and I squeezed back. We would get through this one, and most likely others. I didn’t have relationship experience, but I had life experience of another kind. That has turned out to be just as good.

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