One of my favorite things about both Spies are Forever and Poe Party is that, while they have their share of romance, they both emphasize other types of relationships, especially friendships, more than romantic relationships. I think we need more stories like that.
Speaking of which, the Tin Can Brothers are VERY CLOSE to being able to make Wayward Guide for the Untrained Eye, which they have already stated is not a romantic story. It’s also set to feature many cast members from both Spies and Poe Party (in addition to a bunch of other awesome people). However, they still need to raise almost $8,000 by Sunday afternoon or it won’t get made. Literally every dollar helps, and this really needs to be a thing, so please pledge if you can, share if you can’t!
5. Play dirty: Try slapping when kisses don’t work
“Four times?” Penny is giving me a Simon-are-you-off-your-trolley
stare that not even her thick glasses can buffer. “You’ve slept with him four
times,” she accuses, rather than asks. Pure Penny style.
“Not with him,” I tell her. “Beside him, rather.”
She adjusts her glasses with her middle finger and decides she’s
done with lunch. “Different preposition,” she says. “Same difference.” She’s
now giving me her patented Judgemental Stare. This is bad.
“Merlin, Penny,” I protest, taking her plate and stuffing the last
piece of roast beef in my mouth. “There’s a huge difference, and you know it,”
“Fine,” she gives in, softening her features. “I hope you know
what you’re doing.”
“Yeah.” I fix my eyes on the now empty plate. If only we were
allowed to repeat lunch, then I could avoid this conversation. Plus, more food.
Double win. “Baz is evil and has a plan to finish me off, but I’m one step
ahead this time,” I say, my eyes still on the plate.
“I’ll regret asking this later but,” Penny pauses for a moment, as
if reconsidering it. “What is this evil plan, exactly?”
“Oh, uhm,” I say to the plate. “Baz is… Trying to…” I take a
breath and say, “He wants to seduce me and attack me when my guard is down.”
Penny lets out a laugh. A loud one.
In my defense I’ll say it sounded better in my head. Why do some
things lose all sense when you say them aloud?
I look up at her again.
“Nicks and Slick, you’re serious,” she realizes. “Attack you how?
With his mouth?” She tries and fails to suppress another laugh, then continues,
“So what are you doing to fight this terrifying plan of his?”
“I’m making him fall for me instead.”
“I think you have no idea what you’re doing,” she says, so
matter-of-factly that it leaves no place for arguing. Penny usually has that
effect on people.
Breaking news – I may have no idea what I’m doing.
We start heading out of the dining hall in silence and I think
she’s going to leave without any further discussion when she stops and turns
around, looking at me. Studying me. Penelope’s studying face can be very
frightening. Hands down one of the most terrifying things I’ve seen. And I’ve
killed a dragon. “Are you sure you don’t…” she starts. “Like him?”
“I don’t like Baz,” I hurry to say. “He’s the enemy.”
“You’ve slept with the enemy, Simon,” she says. “Four times.”
“I’ve slept beside the enemy. Since first year,” I clarify.
“And you kissed Agatha during the game, too, that doesn’t mean you like her,
“Yeah but we don’t go around snogging between classes.”
“You saw that?”
“You’re not being as sneaky as you think.”
“Anyway, it’s not like he likes me either… He hates me,” I say,
realising for the first time thatI’m not exactly happy about that. “And
I don’t like him,” I add.
“Okay,” Penny says.
I run a hand through my hair. “I don’t like him,” I repeat.
“Sure, Simon.” I can see she’s trying hard not to laugh.
“I don’t,” I insist.
Penny raises one of her accusing eyebrows and says, “Nobody said
“You asked. I just want to make it clear.”
“Yeah, Simon. You made it clear.” Penny stares me down, smiling
like she knows better. (She always does.) (Know better.)
“Let’s play Slap or Kiss tomorrow and you’ll see,” I
suggest. “I’m going to slap him so hard.”
“What about the evil plan and your,” she pauses. I see the corners
of her lips fighting a smirk. “Clever comeback?”
“This will confuse him.”
“It’s ridiculous,” she says. “This will backfire. Spectacularly.
Like most of your plans do.”
Okay, she has a point.
“I don’t. Like him,” I insist for the last time.
“Okay,” Penny finally concedes. She breaks her know-it-all façade
and grabs my arm. “Just– Be careful.”
“Of all the stupid ideas you idiots have ever had, this is by far the stupidest one. And that’s to put it nicely.” I don’t know why I agreed to this. We are sitting, forming a circle, in the middle of an empty classroom. Snow is seated directly across from me. Great, now I have full sight of him.
“You’re free to go if you want to,” he says.
“We were here before you arrived,” I protest. “I’m not moving.”
“Come on Baz, let’s play,” Dev pleads. “It will be fun!” he says. Fucking traitor.
“Okay, so which game should we play?” the pixie asks.
“Never have I ever,” Wellbelove says, nonchalantly, as if she’s done this sort of thing many times.
Summary: Y/N is set on not going to the Lonely Hearts party with Wanda and Nat. After a humiliating breakup in front of the team, she wants to get through this Valentine’s Day as quickly and painlessly as possible. That is until Bucky helps convince her that the party may not be a bad idea after all.
Author’s Notes: This is my first all out smut piece. So… um… yeah. I seriously hate Valentine’s Day with a passion.
“Oh come on Y/N! Please come out with us tonight!” Wanda
begged from the couch. I rolled my eyes playfully as she launched one of Tony’s
throw pillows in my direction.
“You know it’s going to actually be a lot of fun,” Nat
I grimaced at the thought. “But I hate Valentine’s Day – I would
rather just stay here and binge watch Netflix with a bottle or two of wine,” I complained.
It was true – I absolutely hated Valentine’s Day – especially after being
dumped on New Year’s Eve in front of everyone. I really just wanted to wallow
in my loneliness and get through the day as painlessly as possible. “What’s the
party theme again?” I asked cautiously – I didn’t want to give them false hope
that they would no doubt latch onto.
“It’s a lonely hearts party. It will be a lot of fun! You
can wallow and party with all the single people,” Nat chuckled as Wanda bobbed
her head excitedly.
“That sounds so stupid,” I groaned in exasperation. I knew
it was all in vain. There was no way I could get myself out of going.
“What are you all talking about?” Bucky’s voice came from
behind me causing me to jump and turn a deep shade of scarlet.
Nat snickered at my reaction as Wanda launched into her sale’s
pitch of the party. She was hell-bent on talking everyone into it if she could.
After listening patiently Bucky turned to look at me – his eyes narrowing
slightly, “Are you going?” he asked carefully.
My heart did a backflip. Was he asking to mock me or because
he wanted to go if I was going? I swallowed thickly before answering. “Um well…
I guess,” I answered defeated as he smirked slightly.
“I guess Steve and I can tag along too. We don’t have
anything else to do. You know Sam will be down if there are single chicks
there,” he shrugged slightly before sauntering out of the room. My eyes
remained glued to him unapologetically as I watched the way his muscles moved
under the thin fabric of his shirt.
“EARTH TO Y/N,” Nat called from above me.
“Er what?” I asked embarrassed. I could feel the blush
creeping up my neck and face again. They had totally just caught me.
“Are you done eye-fucking Bucky
or should we give you a minute?” Nat chuckled as I gasped. She had my full
attention now. “We’re leaving at 7 – make sure you’re ready on time!” she
added. I shook my head nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.
It was always impossible to not notice Bucky – mainly because
of his sheer physical presence, but I had found myself especially distracted by
him in the last few weeks. When Jonathan had dumped me at Tony’s New Year’s
party Bucky had been the one to physically remove him, maybe a little too
physically, out of the party. A week later I had a dreamed about Bucky – which
had caused me to wake up saying his name, and covered in sweat. Since then I
couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel his mouth against my
lips and other places.
I tried my damnedest to not gawk, but found it increasingly
difficult when he walked around in nothing but his low cut sweats, which
happened to be a staple of his wardrobe. One day I unwillingly took a
roundhouse kick to the head in the training room because I had grown distracted
by the way his muscles tensed as he sparred with Steve. That had gotten his
attention some how and he had gone out of his way to make me as uncomfortable
as possible. Sitting closer to me on the couch, brushing his leg against mine
under the dinner table; the torment seemed endless, but he never made a move.
Each time he caught my eyes on him the corner of his mouth would twitch into a
The idea of him going to the party made me both excited and
nervous as I readied myself. I changed at least twenty times before becoming
frustrated and stomping down the hallway to Wanda’s apartment in search of
something to wear. I always had a little anxiety when I went to her for fashion
advice and tonight was no different as I walked out of her apartment wearing a
very short black sequin dress with black pumps.
“You look amazing!” She assured me as we both walked down
the hall towards the common room where we were going to meet the others. I shot
her a side-eye without speaking, and she blushed. “You wore your good lingerie,
right?” She whispered as we neared the room.
“Oh for Christ’s sake Wanda!” I exclaimed, a little too loud,
as we neared the group effectively drawing attention to myself.
“Damn Y/N!” Sam exclaimed as the others looked up, but I was
focused on one person’s reaction. Bucky’s eyes looked at me appreciatively for
a moment as he bit his bottom lip slightly before turning to say something to
Well maybe I didn’t
look as good as Sam thought after all.
We arrived at the party when it was already in full swing.
Bucky had effectively ignored me the entire ride which had soured my mood. I
had only come because he had seemed genuinely interested in if I was going. Upon
entering the venue, I immediately grabbed Wanda’s hand and we made a beeline
straight to the bar.
“The only way I’m getting through tonight is if I’m
hammered,” I muttered to her miserably as the bartender slid us both two shot glasses
“Oh come on Y/N! There are a lot of cute guys here – let’s
just have fun tonight. No regrets!” she exclaimed before we threw back our
shots and ordered more.
Fifteen minutes, and several shots of tequila later I had
put Bucky to the back of my mind. Wanda was right – after a month of wallowing
I deserved to have some fun. I scanned through the crowd in search of a cute
guy to dance with before locking eyes with Bucky, who had a girl hanging all
over him. I grimaced – I guess I had misread all the subtle remarks he had made
towards me. Worse yet, maybe he had just been fucking with me as some sort of
joke. Anger sparked in me as I took my eyes from him and continued to scan the
room— finally finding a man across the dance floor who smiled warmly at me
before making his way towards the bar.
“Care to dance?” he asked casually as he offered me his
I smiled at him politely. “I would love to,” I answered as I
placed my hand in his and turned my eyes slightly towards Bucky’s direction. He
was watching me like a hawk and didn’t seem very pleased. Serves you damn well – I thought to myself as I followed the man to
the dance floor.
As the man and I danced my worries began to melt away. I was
actually having fun for the first time in a long time. I felt free as I enjoyed
the company of my partner while our bodies swayed together with the music. As
he spun me out from him I felt cool metal wrap around my wrist – I turned in
surprise to come face to face with Bucky. “Care if I cut in?” he asked cockily
as he pulled me into him. After taking in the sight of Bucky the man shrugged
in defeat, not wishing to anger the super soldier.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed between
my teeth as I tried to push him away.
He chuckled at my feeble attempt and pulled me closer. “I’m
dancing with you,” he responded – a hint of humor in his eyes.
“Well I don’t want to dance with you,” I spat as I pushed
him away again. This time his arms fell from me as the trace of humor in his
face vanished. I turned on my heel, determined to get far away from him, and
fled towards the exit as I internally chastised myself for coming to the stupid
party in the first place.
Once I was outside I leaned my back onto the brick building
as I sighed heavily. I would have to try to get a cab which would be next to
impossible on Valentine’s Day. I huffed as I pushed off the brick wall and
walked to the edge of the sidewalk – luckily just in time for a cab to pull up
to drop off more party goers. I gratefully slid into the vacant backseat and
was about to give the driver the address before the back door opened and Bucky
slid in beside me.
“Oh no you don’t. This is my cab!” I exclaimed in
exasperation. “Find your own cab!”
“Doll – do you know how hard it is to find a cab in this
city on Valentine’s Day?” he responded with a laugh.
“Get out now!” I demanded.
“Or what? You’ll walk all the way to Stark Tower?” he
laughed as I scoffed. “How about this,” he added as he raised his hands in
defense. “I’ll pay since you spent all your money on tequila.” I blushed at
this. In my anger I had forgotten that I had absolutely no money with me.
“Fine,” I muttered as Bucky joyfully gave the address to the
We rode in silence for part of the journey as I fumed beside
Bucky. Now that I was alone with him I was finding it increasingly difficult to
be angry at him. His proximity to me was enough to make my heart race.
He shifted beside me causing me to turn to face him. “I’m
sorry, doll,” he muttered sheepishly. There was no humor in his eyes at this –
he was genuinely apologizing. “I saw you with him and I…. well I got jealous,”
he shrugged apologetically.
I could feel my face flush at this revelation as my heart
threatened to actually jump out of my chest. “If… if you were jealous why didn’t
you…” I began to ask but he cut me off.
“Look – I don’t know how to do this… I mean… I’ve um not
been chaste since I’ve been with the Avengers… but I don’t know how to…” he
broke off flustered. He was usually so well composed that his behavior was
throwing me off.
“How to what, Buck?” I asked as my hand grazed over his.
“How to be with someone for more than a night,” he muttered embarrassed
as he adverted his gaze from me.
“Well step one is to not be a giant ass,” I retorted which
made him genuinely laugh as he turned to look at me again.
“Forgive me please?” he asked.
“I’m sure you can make it up to me,” I whispered as I grazed
my fingers playfully over his. His breath hitched slightly at the contact. His
eyes darkened with lust as his fingers grasped mine.
“How can I make it up to you?” he whispered – his hot breath
tickling my skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. It was
enough to remind me of the growing feeling that was pooling between my legs. I
knew exactly how he could make it up to me. Suddenly the cab just wasn’t moving
fast enough for me.
I was flustered at his advances. He chuckled into my ear as
he nibbled on the lobe – causing me to yip in surprise. He pulled away only
slightly when the cab driver checked on us in his rearview mirror. As soon as
the driver’s attention was back on the road Bucky resumed his assault on all my
senses. His metal hand gently pushed my legs apart as his fingers travelled
lazily up my inner thigh. They made their slow ascent tantalizing close to the
underwear that I knew were already soaked through. I instinctively bucked my hips
slightly – aching for some sort of contact with him. He chuckled lightly as he
pushed me back into the seat. “Patience,” he whispered as his fingers played
with my panty line. I didn’t want patience – all I wanted was for him to be
inside of me – I wanted to know how it felt for him to fill me with himself.
“Bucky,” I whimpered so lowly that only he could hear.
“Shhh,” he cooed as he touched me through the lace of my
underwear. “Mmm so wet for me.” I nodded my head enthusiastically as I bucked
my hips in desperation again. Hoping for more. Bucky clicked his tongue at me
as he pushed my hips sternly back into the seat. “Dancing with another man to
make me jealous,” he chuckled as he began peppering my neck with kisses. “What
am I going to do with you?” he whispered tantalizingly into my ear. It was less
like a question and more like a promise. Suddenly his hand quickly pushed my
underwear to the side as he slid a metal finger into me – eliciting a groan
that I tried to cover with a cough. “Mmm,” he sighed as he pulled his finger
out and gave me a wink before casually sticking it into his mouth and licking it clean. “Just how
I imagined,” he chuckled as the cab pulled to the curb next to Stark Tower. I
would have lost it then and there if it hadn’t been for the cabbie speaking to
Bucky as he handed him his change.
The walk into the building was a blur. I only had a singular
desire – to get Bucky back to my room and fuck the life out of him. As the
elevator doors closed it was my turn to take him by surprise. I crashed my body
into his – pressing myself to him tightly as my lips found his in a clash of
tongues, and teeth. He moaned lightly as he pressed his hips into me – allowing
me to feel the full extent of his erection. I broke away from him when the ding
of the elevator alerted us that we had made it to our floor. I hastily grabbed his
hand and began dragging him to my room. He stopped me short at his door. “How
about we go to my room?” he whispered to me.
“Sure,” I shrugged. I didn’t care where we were as long as
we were horizontal soon. When he opened
the door I gasped – his bedroom was covered in lit candles and flowers. He
pulled me in with a grin on his face – closing the door quickly behind me. “Is
this for… me?” I asked amazed.
“I wasn’t expecting quite what happened tonight but I wanted
to do something special for you. You deserve…” he was cut off by my lips
crashing against his. He chuckled into our kiss as he guided me to the bed. I
laid myself on it as he positioned himself over me and gently lowered himself so
I could feel the weight of his body. The feeling of his erection pushing
against my thigh made me moan as I ground my hips into his. “What do you want?”
he whispered lightly as he broke away from our kiss.
“You,” I whispered as my hands slid under his shirt –
feeling the grooves of his muscular frame.
“Your wish is my command, doll,” he chuckled as his hands
lifted up my dress slowly. Once he had managed to completely remove it he
pulled back with a smirk on his face.
“What?” I asked flustered and embarrassed.
“You’re just so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his
hands caressed every inch of my body. “You deserve to be worshiped,” he
murmured as he peppered my breasts with kisses while his hands pulled away my
underwear. I bucked my hips again at the contact of his cold metal fingers with
my clit. “Do you like that?” he mumbled as he inserted a finger into me slowly
pulling it in and out as his thumb rubbed in circular motions, causing my
wetness to grow. My breath hitched as he quickened the pace of his finger –
adding another for good measure. I could feel my walls tightening as my body
built up for a spectacular orgasm. Bucky could sense it too. He quickly pulled
his fingers from me and dipped his head between my legs bringing his mouth to
me and licking up my wetness. I twisted my fingers into his hair as I bucked my
hips one last time – driving his tongue deeper into me. That’s all it took. I
spilled over onto his face as he hummed appreciatively.
He pulled away wiping his face on the back of his hand as he
quickly removed his pants finally releasing what I had been wanting to see. I
gasped at the sight of him as he turned to me with a smirk before resuming his
place on top of me. “You’re sure?” he whispered as he looked at me.
“God yes. Bucky, fuck me,” I pleaded as I spread my legs to accommodate
him. He lined himself up and thrust himself into me quickly. I groaned in
pleasure – being full of him felt as good as I had imagined. I began to roll my
hips as he glided in and out of me.
“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned as he unclasped my bra
and played with my breasts. I shifted so he could enter deeper and he moaned
with appreciation. “What do you want doll?” he asked – his eyes clouded with
“I want you to have your way with me,” I responded with a
smirk as I rolled my hips – eliciting another moan. That’s all he needed. Bucky
began thrusting into me with an intensity that caused the tightness to coil in
my muscles again.
“I want you to cum for me again,” he whispered into my ear
as he pounded into me faster and deeper. I was so close I couldn’t waste time
I tipped over the edge again as I called out his name. He
moaned my name as my orgasm caused his own climax. He froze for a moment before
pulling himself out and laying on his back. He gathered me into his arms and we
laid in silence as our breathing slowed.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he finally
admitted with a grin.
“Me too,” I responded as I snuggled my head shyly into his
“Well we probably should do it more often,” he chuckled.
“I agree, but maybe tonight we can snuggle and watch
Netflix?” I asked tentatively. My body wasn’t ready for round two.
Bucky chuckled as his fingers drew patterns up and down my
back. “Whatever you want, doll. As long as I get to spend time with you…. I’m
okay with anything.”
“Careful what you say Sargent Barnes,” I giggled as I squeezed
He chuckled at my warning. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he
whispered into my hair as I drifted to sleep.
The first thing I notice is the smell of smoke. Snow. Then I notice something wet and warm on my chest. I open my eyes and I see him.
I can’t find any plausible explanation for why I have a very sleepy Simon Snow in my bed.
I indulge myself into watching him sleep for a few minutes. He’s a mess. His hair is even more unruly than usual. He’s got drool falling down the corner of his mouth and onto my jumper. I imagine myself licking it and then kissing him awake. Crowley, I could get a fucking boner right now. Thank snakes I haven’t fed yet, because Snow’s leg is dangerously near my crotch.
“Snow,” I say after some minutes. “Get out of my bed.”
He doesn’t open his eyes but mumbles something unintelligible.
He then starts to regain consciousness and looks at me, confused.
“Snow,” I repeat. “What the fuck are you doing in my bed?”
summary: The stereotypical narrative of what college is like –consisting much of fraternities, intimacy, and heartbreaks. So what happens if the infamous womanizer of Phi Beta Sigma mistakenly sleeps with his girlfriend’s roommate?
A/N: this most likely will be a series so ye haha… i might include a taglist here since its a series
Phi Beta Sigma is a very well known fraternity in the Avengers campus. It was filled with all the womanizers you could ever think of and was led by Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes. Surprisingly Steve wasn’t much of a flirt, he was as pure as an angel and soft as a cotton; however James was the exact opposite. He would exchange girls here and there without conscience, playing them as if they were a bunch of toys.
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