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.
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.
You ever wanna like… Remake your blog, start over fresh, pretend tumblr isn’t a mess?
And then you remember everything you love is obscure so like… Its just gonna be Me showing up in the Girl Genius tag or something wearing a dumb hat and glasses and pretending that there’s No Way it could POSSIBLY be me what makes you think that no sir you’re mistaken
It was day four of being
medicated to treat a nasty case of bronchitis. While the z-pack of antibiotics
hadn’t yielded any side effects, the codeine cough syrup certainly had. For
some reason, that particular medicine was causing your sleep time to become,
you guessed, what an acid trip felt like.
The first night you’d found
yourself dream-working in an underground department store, where sharks and
fishes shopped as though they were humans, and paid in seashells.
A nap had yielded a very vivid
experience of being a horse-back jumping champion, where you were apparently
Russian, and almost disqualified from the Olympics for using a certain type of
hand lotion which was banned.
The second night brought you the
vision of going for a midnight snack in your house, only to open the fridge to
the pickles putting on a cabaret-type show. Dream-you had applauded them and
closed the fridge as their curtain call.
After that, you’d taken a break
from the medicine. While the dreams had been funny to recall, you didn’t like
waking up feeling confused and still as sick as before.
Trying to get as much done in the next two weeks as I possibly can because then things are going to get a little crazy at work and my hours are going to pick up a bit.
The reason the stitches are speraticlly all over the place is because of how my floss is organized. All my dmc takes up three containers, so this week I worked out of container one, next week will probably be container three. I liked doing it this way, feels less systematic, I’m not jumping contains to do one poke at a time and it is fun honestly. I feel like it goes smoother this way in a slightly odd sense.
My pencil cases! I thought I would make a post about what kind of supplies I use and how I organize them, because I’ve had some requests for that in the past. Basically, I organize all my things into two pencil cases. The first one is for pens and pencils only. The second one is for all of my note-taking and organization related stuff – basically all of the other supplies I use. Both of these bags were originally makeup bags, which is my favourite to use because they are really spacious and also they look pretty! I will have a detailed list under the cut!
Since I always like to read tips for studying, I thought I could share some of my own. These are specifically for efficiently studying. As much as environment and motivation are important, I thought sharing tips on how to learn would help a lot.
1. Get an overview of your material
This could be the notes that you made during lecture, the parts of the studying book that you had to read, inforgraphics your prof gave you. Everything that has something to do with your subjekt. Put them all together on your desk.
2. Sort out what’s important
You have to read everything and this may take a while but it will be worth it.
Take post-its and mark everything that is important with a red stripe, less important things orange, things that are just details green and everything else, that you shouldn’t really keep in mind but maybe it would bring you extra credits are blue.
Now sort them by color.
3.Write them down
Start with the important topics and write them down on single sheet of paper, putting these in a folder.
Do not use collegeblogs for this because you are going to add the orange, green and blue colored sheets betweet the red ones. Using ring folders help you having a nicely organized folder. Keep the post-its on the sheets so you can see wich ones to focus on.
4. Build the conections
As said before you can now put the sheets on that order as it makes sense. This way you can see which important parts conect with the less important and it helps you to make great connections.
5. Write the cards
Flashcards are a great way to learn an enormous amount of knowledge. But if you have no idea how to use them the right way, it can become frustrating. So here are some ways to write your cards:
Vocabulary: Simply writing one word on each side.
Definitions: One word on one side, a simple definition on the other. Try to make the definition as short as possible.
Informations: You want to keep a few informations on your cards, then try to use simple words instead of long sentences, this is way easier to memorize. If you have to use sentences, mark the important ones. This way if you only remember the important words you can still recreate the whole sentence this way or another.
Write yourself a Q&A. Make a list for every chapter. You can use your cards for this. Write questions and answer them as you would on a test. Try to use the same words you used on your cards.
7. Visualize it
Take a blank sheet and a few colors and draw your material as a mind-map.
Try to do this without having a look in your folder first. This way you will see the titels of your material and maybe find out that there is still a topic missing. Use the same colors for the words as you gave them with your post-its.
8. Speak out loud
Even if your test is not oraly you should speak out loud . Even if you just mumble. Don’t just think the answer say them.
9. Use different methods at different places
You think you can’t concentrate when you are on your way to university sitting in the bus?
Maybe you have never really tried it before.
Use your cards effectively: don’t use the cards with a lot of things written, use the ones that are simple, that just contain a few words. They are so much easier to recall on a crowdy load area than cards with lots of text.
Are you sitting in the library, use your Q&A. It will be surely as quite as your test environment will be, so this helps you get used to the silence.
Draw a mind-map whenever you just quickly want to repeat things. That way you have a short recap and you can easily compare it to the mind-map you had already made.
10. Write it in a notebook
This method is, as effective it was for me, a little tricky and might not work immediately.
I take all of my organized sheets and write them down in a notebook. Then I take this notebook everywhere I go and read whenever I can. I do this quite often and this way I somehow start to remember whats written in it.
I have just done the most thorough room clean, everything is wiped down, vacuumed, all the clothes folded organized, I culled three bin bags of clothing down, and if any friends want to nab me old clothes before I take them to the charity bin just hmu. I organized everything, all my cosplays all my shoes EVERYTHING IS CLEAN and ready. This will make my holiday packing ten times easier and it’s also very satisfying having a clean living space. I’m going to go shower off all the dust and then relax with a cup of tea and churn out the last scene of the chapter 👌👌👌
Updated shelves called for updated shelfies!! After the holidays, I have a grand total of 175 books, and it took the better part of the day to take them all out of my book tree and organize my shelves, but it was worth it!