Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you… I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
It’s weird participating in a friendship you know won’t last. You just wait for the inevitable ending of the relationship because you can tell that the two of you don’t relate well enough for this to go on for much longer. If you’ve been struggling with short term friendships know that you’re not the only one and some people don’t find long term relationships until later in their life. Even though you’re lonely and it sucks, loneliness is temporary. Reoccurring loneliness is also common and that is not a reflection of you, it’s a reflection of your luck. You’re just not one of the people lucky enough to have received a long lasting friendship early in life. A lot of us are unlucky. Don’t let bad luck stop you from trying to create meaningful relationships.
Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you… I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
Hey guys, I need you to know something. I have been crucified on this hell site ever since I gained a voice in this part of the Sherlock fandom – I don’t use my ask box in any way because of that. I thought it would be over after The Final Problem. I was wrong. I thought it’d be over today – I was wrong again. I thought my heart would be crushed and I’d leave this Tinfoil Hat Club tonight because what use is it after tonight? Trust me when I say I understand completely anyone washing their hands of this whole thing – as a queer person I absolutely do understand and I don’t wish for you to struggle with this cruel joke any longer, whatever the joke may be. But I have to tell you something: I’m not even the least bit put off by not getting anything new tonight. I thought I would be. But I’m not. The fact that every day we make more and more sense of The Final Problem and incredible metas come out of what’s happening is why I haven’t lost my spirit. I do not, I repeat, I do not want anyone subjecting themselves to more meta and theories of mine if it hurts too much. Please. Take care of yourselves. I’ve produced the same metas, fics, and videos this whole year and I’m not stopping. I can absolutely handle sticking to what I love and what I believe in even though now more people will throw insults my way. I don’t expect everyone to do this. I don’t expect to keep all my followers because of this – but I’ve never cared if I had 15 followers or 15,000, I’ve produced the same content the whole time. That is not changing. So it is up to you what you want to do. Whatever that is, I support you. I will be continuing as usual, for the rest of the week, until 22:30 on 29/1.
I love you guys very much. Take care of yourselves.
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.
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.
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.
An 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.
Genre: Smut, angst, badboy!Tae (kinda) Word count: 7470 Description: Kim Taehyung is nothing less than a storm, contained in a human body, ready to lash out if you get too close. But you have been careful for way too long already. Warnings: Mature content, mentions of depression Author’s note: So I had a dream about Tae having tattoos and started writing this, trying to make him a bad boy but it turned out a bit more emotional than I intended it to… :D Also I’ve been struggling with finishing this for much longer than usually so I don’t know how it came out… (Not to mention it came out way longer than I intended)
into Taehyung’s room ready to question the man what was taking him so long, but
stopped in your tracks at the view of his bare back, tattoos eating up at his
skin from his right shoulder blade, as if threatening to devour the rest of his
milky skin soon enough. With the tempo Taehyung was going at, you wouldn’t
doubt that actually.
I usually say my favourite genre of speculative fiction is post-apocalyptic, but really, it’s more like… post-post-apocalyptic. You know, milieux where the immediacy of the apoclyptic crisis has passed and the struggle to survive and rebuild is no longer the narrative focus - basically, slice-of-life stories that just happen to be set amid the vast and incomprehensible ruins of some inconceivable precursor civilisation.
OK ya, a Spirited Away AU is so cliché and overrated?? BUT this movie is undeniably one of my favorite Miyazaki films of all time so I couldn’t resist doing a cross over (btw if you haven’t watched Spirited Away yet, I recommend this movie)!!
ok tbh, I wanted to redraw one or two scenes to practice on my coloring, and experiment with different brushes/techniques–but I think I got a little carried away
So yeah!! Random Haku/Chihiro scenes with a Mika/Yuu twist :-))
Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room,
"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-"
"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated.
Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed.
“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear,
I’m literally so certain of Johnlock happening in series 4 i no longer even think about it, I’m instead struggling with “oh no, what if Hopkins and Molly don’t become canon?!? But they have to! It’ll complete the mirror!” like I’m nervous they won’t hint at that, this has become my new place of doubt. But never Johnlock.
Aries: ‘there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering. She smiled slowly and, walking through her husband as if he were a ghost, shook hands with Tom, looking him flush in the eye.’
Taurus: ‘only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.’
Gemini: ‘Her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment, and as she expanded the room grew smaller around her, until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air.’
Cancer: ‘I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others - poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner - young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.’
Leo: ‘”Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly. That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money - that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbal’s song of it… High in a white palace the king’s daughter, the golden girl…’
Virgo: ‘He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.’
Libra: ‘[Daisy] began to ask me questions in her low, thrilling voice. It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.’
Scorpio: ‘She was incurably dishonest. She wasn’t able to endure being at a disadvantage and, given this unwillingness, I suppose she had begun dealing in subterfuges when she was very young in order to keep that cool, insolent smile turned to the world and yet satisfy the demands of her hard, jaunty body.’
Sagittarius: ‘He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about…’
Capricorn: ‘Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further… And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.’
Aquarius: ‘He had thrown himself into [the dream] with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.’
Pisces: ‘For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing.’
Miss Maximoff. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Wakanda with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, Mr. Stark's expectations, the government, our differences and the circumstances that separate us. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
Vision, have you been reading Pride and Prejuice AGAIN?