this took much longer than i anticipated

Yuuri has a picture of Victor and him as his lockscreen and wallpaper, maybe from their day at the beach or a picture someone took during their pair skate or a picture from practice where they are both sweaty and laughing and so in love.

But Victor has (two different) pictures of just Yuuri and he changes them a lot (because he takes a lot of pictures of Yuuri and would like to use them as a wallpaper all at the same time), and every time he opens his phone he just forgets what he was about to do and stares at the picture for a full five minutes, marvelling at the beauty of his husband.

And one time, Yuuri uses Victor’s phone because his own is dead (when Victor is still in the shower or sth bc you know The Hair) and Victor’s lockscreen is a picture Yuuri didn’t even know existed of him looking out over the city lights of Saint-Petersburg with a small smile around his lips while he’s absentmindedly patting Makkachin, and his heart just swells until he can hardly breathe, and he figures out how to make your phone switch wallpapers every time you open them and takes a bunch of selfies where he blows kisses and makes funny faces and just smiles, but he leaves the lockscreen the way it is. And now every time Victor opens his phone, his heart stops beating for a moment and whenever one of the pictures appear Yuuri took, he immediately calls him if he’s not around to tell him how much he loves him and asks him to get married again.

My submission for today’s @lapidot-anniversary-week prompt, “barn mates”!

I quickly put his together bc a sudden rush of inspiration™ hit me.

Due to limited time, I opted for a simpler and more symbolic drawing: The tape recorder in its current state. I find it interesting that it was turned into a morp after, well, the consequences of Lapis and Peridot’s rocky start in the episode “Barn Mates”.

According to Peridot herself, “Wow, thanks” expresses the struggles of their communication and how they’re bonded now, represented by the blue ribbon - the same that she used to wrap the gift box by then.

I find it very interesting that at some point she stopped to analyse their interactions and made a meep morp out of a broken thing that hints back to their conflict. Peridot made the recorder into something new and even if it still reminded her of these prior happenings, she’s happy to have given it a new meaning, as she mentions in “Beta”.

I think that it somehow reflects the beginning of their relationship. Lapis still had many negative feelings towardsPeridot, but she tried to earn herself a new meaning for Lapis, to show that she changed through the entirety of “Barn Mates” and in the end, even though Peridot still reminded Lapis of the bad things that happened to her, she allowed herself to give it all a new meaning, to restart over by accepting to live with peridot in the barn.

Oh and do I even have to mention how things turned out afterwards?

Originally posted by queenofkarotflowers

Just look how much they grew close to eachother between Barn Mates and Beta. That’s character development, beautiful, pure and healthy character development. I just LOVE the tiny hints this show gives… 

@jenhedgehog

The Contest - Chapter 5

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

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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

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

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

Chapter 5: The Asset

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Something in the program is restricting our access.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who is this?

He shrugs his shoulders at Steve and hits send.

A few moments pass when his phone starts to chime.

You don’t remember me?

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

Maybe this will jog your memory

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

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

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

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

You have the wrong number

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

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

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

“Man, you are whipped,” Steve laughs.

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

Steve lets out a low whistle while Bucky swallows hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both look down as Bucky’s phone chimes.

Girlfriend? Too bad, is it serious?

Bucky smiles softly as he types his response.

Yes, very

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

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

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

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

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

“Cat video,” he stammers in explanation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bucky, what are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You freeze as Tony and Steve come into view.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That lucky son of a bitch.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think you’ll find soldier 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 harden with each pass.

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

“Bucky?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dirty,” you purr seductively.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hold on Buck, I think it’s my turn.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky chuckles and picks up his phone.

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

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

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

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

Bucky ignores your outstretched hand and jumps to his feet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry babe, it was an accident.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That lucky bitch.”

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Fakiru week day 3: “FLIGHT”

It’s a day late because it took longer than anticipated to finish, but DAMN I am proud of this one! I’m struggling to even remember the last time I had so much fun with a piece of art, and I really love how all of it turned out! <333

One Hell of A Birthday

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Prompt (Anon request): may i request a oneshot where bucky and the rest can’t spend your birthday w/ you bc of an event he has to attend and you feel kinda sad and end up hanging out w/ an ex and accidentally showing that in a facetime w/ the fam making them tease overprotective boyfriend bucky c: 

Words: 1183.

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, but my life is hectic right now. Thank you so much for requesting, dear! Requests are open.

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“I’m sorry, doll,” he finished, his voice wavering a little.

“Bucky, it’s okay, I get it,” you said.

You really understood the situation, even if you didn’t like it.

Your birthday was in two days and Bucky, your boyfriend, wouldn’t be able to spend it with you. He, along with the team, got a track of an enemy base and had to take it down. Finding the location would take longer than anyone anticipated.

You really understood the situation, but you weren’t happy about it. In fact, pretty sad.

“I really wish I could do something about this.”

“I know.  Me too.”

You finished the call making him promise to be careful and kick some ass.

***

You’ve had a pretty bad day. And it was your birthday.

As a matter of fact, ‘pretty bad’ seems like an understatement. For starters, Bucky and the rest couldn’t be there. You had to work; okay, only the morning shift, but it was still morning. Your alarm malfunctioned and you were late, which wasn’t good for your relation with your boss. Then, work never seemed to end. As you were leaving - starving because you had absolutely no time to take a break for a snack and you didn’t bring anything with you because you were late – rain started pouring. You managed to get home after two hours in traffic and subways, dripping wet and sporting a headache. You were supposed to go out to eat tonight, so any food you were hoping to have for lunch simply didn’t exist in your apartment. Which made you change clothes and go to the grocery store.

Your family was supposed to arrive at 5 p.m. that day, so you were picking some things to actually cook at your house. Taking the day you had so far, you were not making yourself available to another thing going wrong (like maybe your reservations).

Your phone ringing brought you back to reality.

“Hello?”

“[Y/n], hi!” your mother exclaimed on the phone. “Happy birthday!”

“Thanks, mom,” you smiled, relieved to hear her voice. You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall near the fruits, “Wait. Weren’t you supposed to be on the plane an hour ago?”

“[Y/n], the flight was canceled. Something about the weather here, no places are taking off,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, honey, but we won’t be able to go spend your birthday with you.”

“It’s okay, mom. I really wanted to see everyone, but I understand.” What else could you say?

You finished the call and sighed. What an amazing birthday; no family, no friends, no boyfriend, no plans. You shouldn’t have left your bed this morning.

“[Y/n]?”

You turned toward the source of the voice and came face to face with someone you didn’t expect.

There you saw him: Harry. Your ex-boyfriend.

“Harry, hi!”

He surprisingly embraced you in a hug. He was smiling he pulled back.

“I was thinking about you,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I saw the date and I remembered that today was your birthday.” His smile then became softer, “Happy birthday.”

You smiled back, “Thanks, Harry.”

“So, big plans tonight?” he asked, glancing at you while picking some apples from the pile behind you.

You could say ‘yes’. You could, you definitely could seem like pretty busy person with lots of friends to party with on your birthday. But what is the gain in that?

You shrugged. “Not really.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

So you ended up telling him the entire story.

“Wow,” he sighed, “You’ve had a rough day.”

“Yeah. But it’s okay. I’ll pick some ice cream and binge watch some show tonight. Hopefully, nothing else will go wrong.” You really hoped so.

Harry scratched the back of his neck.

“If you want, maybe I could stop by. Keep you some company or something.” Upon seeing your face, he quickly added, “Just as friends! I wouldn’t want to intrude between you and your boyfriend.”

What would be the harm in that?

***

And that’s how you ended up alone with your ex-boyfriend at your apartment on your birthday.

Harry was currently serving the dinner he had bought when you received a Skype call from Bucky and ended up telling him who you were spending your birthday with.

“Bucky, we’re friends. Nothing more,” you said for the billionth time.

“I know, and I get that,” he answered, “But it had to be him?

“Who? Be who? Are you talking to [Y/n]?”

Suddenly, the entire team was trying to fit into the screen, all talking and wishing you happy birthday at the same time.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. “Thanks, guys.”

“[Y/n]?” Harry called when he reentered the living room, a bit hesitant since you were talking on the phone. He expected you’d get some of those when he was there, but didn’t know if you wanted people to know he was there and he didn’t want to cause any trouble.

“Who’s that?” Nat asked, pulling the camera towards her.

“Did your family made a nice flight?” Steve asked, pulling the camera to him.

“Did they enjoy the reservation?” Tony squeezed himself between the two.

“Are you having a nice birthday?” Wanda jumped on Steve’s back and gripped her arms around his neck to secure herself.

“Did you get out present?” Sam appeared near close to the camera.

“It didn’t explode, did it?” the camera focused on Bruce, standing kind of afraid on the side with everyone, including you, screaming, “What?!”

“I didn’t get your present, so I don’t know if it exploded. My family never came, they were stuck in the airport due to the bad weather. I canceled the reservation, none of you guys were here. And I was talking to a friend, Harry.”

Somewhere between your explanations, everyone fit on the screen again.

“Who’s Harry?” Thor asked. “Is he a brave warrior?”

“Nope,” Sam replied, smirking. “He’s [Y/n]’s ex-boyfriend.”

“What?!”

“Sam, how the hell do you know?” you asked, confused.

“I happen to have my ways, [Y/L/n],” he mocked, scrunching his lips and snapping his fingers in a ‘Z’ form. What you didn’t see was the way he and Tony high-fived behind Thor’s back.

“Let me get this straight: [Y/l] is spending her birthday with her ex-boyfriend and not with the overprotective – and needless to say, currently – boyfriend?” Tony asks, a teasing tone to his voice and a grin on his face.

“Yes.”

“Oh, Barnes, you’re never hearing the end of this, my friend.”

“If you want, Asgard could use a powerful warrior such as yourself,” you heard Thor saying quietly to Bucky.

Two days later, after they returned home and you made them have a few hours of sleep and Tony sent a private plane to pick up your family, they took you out to dinner on your favorite restaurant and even invited Harry. The entire time the team spent teasing Bucky, who made Harry seat far away from you on the giant table. You had never laughed as hard as that night.

Oh. And their present didn’t explode. Until Tony switched a few cables. 


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Here is my first ever comic! This took so much longer than I had anticipated but it was so much fun to draw ^^ I just love this little toaster being protective of his egg >///< It’s not the best but hopefully I’ll improve over time. I would love to hear feed back from you guys about anything you liked/disliked and what I could improve on :D

(I had used one of those prompt things but I can’t find it anymore)

Second Law of Thermodynamics

Once, Trevor didn’t think they could work.

They were gasoline set too close to an open flame, complex chemical mechanisms and low relative flash points Trevor could list off by heart once upon a time, but now knew it was just asking for trouble. For all intents and purposes, Trevor should have been terrified–it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that two combustible substances and no safety equipment between them spelled imminent disaster. Nothing but heartache and pain and a rift that could never be repaired.

Trevor could admit that if his life had gone a different way, if he’d continued down the path his parents had so meticulously laid out for him before he was even born, then perhaps he would have been petrified. But, no. This Trevor craved chaos, this Trevor lit kerosene on fire in the middle of his organic chemistry lab, and set homemade fireworks out in the park so he could watch, enraptured, as the trees became engulfed in flames. This Trevor set his house on fire as a graduation gift to himself, a final fuck you to his parents, drove out to Los Santos and never looked back. Found like-minded individuals with the same thirst for bloodshed and the same fire in their veins. Fell in love with the boy who was entropy personified–whose words were dipped in poison and grins were like daggers and bled ichor like only the gods themselves could. The untouchable Golden Boy.

Not so untouchable now.

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Our Little Secret (Part 5)

Bucky x Reader
WC 1206
Warnings: alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, some swearing

Bucky was standing on the other side of the door and by the set of his jaw, he was pissed. When he spoke, his voice was low, “What the hell, Angie?”

You reached out and grabbed his arm, “Brad, calm down. Nothing happened.”

He shrugged your hand off him, “What the hell were you guys doing in there?”

“Nothing! We just had a drink.”

“Yeah,” Max smirked, “She was cold.”

Bucky grabbed you and pulled you so you were standing behind him. “You,” he glowered at Max. “Leave her alone.” He turned to you, “Let’s go.”

He grabbed you by the arm and lead you away in silence.

The ship was beginning to dock and he angrily lead you off. The ride to the villa was tense and silent and when you arrived back at the villa, Bucky got out and slammed the car door shut without waiting for you to exit the car.

You weren’t sure if he was actually mad or just playing a part but you took your time getting out of the car. The driver looked through the rearview mirror and gave you a sad smile. When you got into the villa, you expected to see Bucky in the hallway but he wasn’t there. You heard noise coming from the living room and headed that way.

Bucky was pacing the room. You stood at the door watching him silently when he stopped suddenly, turning to you.

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head, no.

“Did he touch you?”

You shook your head again. “Are you… are you actually mad?

He raked a hand through his hair, “No…?” It came out like a question.

“Bucky, stop. Let’s have a drink on the balcony, okay? We can talk about things.”

He nodded, heading towards the glass doors at the other end of the room. You fixed yourself a gin and tonic and poured a glass of scotch for him.

Bucky was sitting on one of the patio loungers, sprawled out, arms behind his head. You handed him his drink. Taking a seat in the other recliner, you took a sip of your drink and made a face. “Ugh. I don’t actually like gin and tonics, you know.”

“Then why do you drink them?”

You swirled the drink the glass and shrugged, “I like the taste of the lime.”

He stared into his drink, “What do you like to drink then?”

Leaning into your seat, you answered automatically, “Cofee. Tea. Hot chocolate. Basically, hot beverages.” You shivered in the chair, feeling the cold since you were still in your dress.

Bucky noticed you shivering and suggested you go in to change into something warmer. As much as you wanted to discuss what had happened, you agreed. No point in freezing again.

You quickly changed into warmer clothes and washed off your makeup which took longer than anticipated. You rummaged through your purse for your cigarettes and lighter knowing it was going to be a long night. Hurrying down, you grabbed a few blankets so you could stay warm while outside.

Bucky wasn’t outside anymore but you heard him coming. You looked up to see him carrying two steaming mugs of coffee.

Smiling broadly, you were at a loss. “Thank you.”

He handed you the mug, “I wasn’t sure how you took it, so I just added milk.”

You inhaled the aroma, the giant mug hiding your face. “When it’s made at home, that’s exactly how I take it. It’s when I’m out I get fancy with my coffee. If I’m spending seven bucks on coffee, I want it to taste like dessert.” You took a sip and hummed. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Lighting it up, he inhaled.

You gaped at him, “Bucky! I didn’t know you smoked!”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Since before…”

You held up your own pack, shaking it, “Looks like we have something in common.”

He gave you a small smile, “Guess so.”

You sat there in silence, this time, it was comfortable. It was Bucky who broke the silence. “So? What’d you two talk about?”

You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, leaning forward in your chair. “I think I underestimated him. He’s more involved that we thought.”

He motioned for you to continue.

“It was a feeling I got. Like, he was trying to impress me or something and he kept alluding to ‘working hard’ but he wouldn’t actually say what he meant by that.” You shuddered, “He invited me there because he said I looked cold.” You looked at Bucky, “He was watching me. And the whole time I was there, my skin prickled. I don’t like him.”

“You need to figure out how far you want this to go.”

“What do you mean?”

He turned to look at you, “How far are you willing to go to get what you need from him? It’s obvious he’s interested in you. My little stunt may have been what we need for him to step it up. But do we continue down this road? Me being the jealous boyfriend? Or do we try a different tactic?”

You made a face, “Shit. I don’t know. Do we have to decide right now?”

He gave you a small smile, “No, not right now, but we should have a plan of action soon enough. I know the estimated time for this mission was weeks but we didn’t anticipate immediate contact with the target or how badly he wants to get in your pants.”

At that moment, Bucky’s phone rang. When he answered it, it went straight to video chat.

“Bucky, what’s the status? Neither you or Y/N have checked in with anyone on our end.” It was Steve.

Bucky looked up at you. You were frozen in your spot. Swallowing hard, you nodded to him.

“Steve. Things are going well. The target made immediate contact with us, well, with Y/N. Seems like he has an interest in her.”

“Make sure she doesn’t get in over her head on this.”

Your blood boiled. Snatching the phone from Bucky’s hand, you snarked, “She can take care of herself just fine, Captain.”

“Y/N, don’t do something you’ll regret.” His tone was condescending.

“Where the hell do you get off telling me what to do? You’re not my superior in this case so you can fuck right off.” You tossed the phone back to Bucky, “I’m going to bed.”

Steve waited for you to walk away then he laughed, “Still got that fiery temper, huh?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “She’s not wrong, you know. You’re being as asshole.”

“C’mon Buck. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Well, we’re not reporting to you on this one. So you don’t need to call and request updates. You can get them from Fury if you’re that damned curious.”

“Okay, okay. Sorry.”

Bucky nodded, tensely. “I’m gonna call it a night, too. It’s been a busy day.”

“Take care of yourself.”

Bucky shut down the call and sat there, staring at the night sky for a while. He was hoping that if enough time had passed, maybe you’d be asleep before he came up to bed.

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Holy fucking shit, this took waaaaay longer than I originally anticipated. Hell, I was supposed to upload this 5 days ago, on Dashie’s birthday, but here I am, 5 days late. -cries- Anyway, besides that, this here is what I wanted to upload for the boi Dashie’s birthday. I love him so fucking much, I just knew I had to draw something for him. It’s an assortment of some of the characters from my favorite Let’s Plays he did and just some characters who the fanbase and I have come to associate him with. I’m quite proud of it, hehe.

From right to left: Dashie (of course), Mario, Yoshi, Link, Hello Neighbor, The Boogeyman Monster, Max Caulfield, Chloe Price, Yandere-Chan, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Fazbear, Jimmy Hopkins, Sonic, Nathan Drake, Donkey Kong (Donkey Bitch Ass). There’s also the bread from I Am Bread below and the character from Geometry Dash above.

If you like my art, why not commission me?~

imagine #23

character - Newt

words - 1623

warnings - blood (but only a little)

description - Newt is worried sick when you don’t make it out of the Maze before the doors close.

a/n - requested anonymously ; i loved writing this request! it’s a little longer than i anticipated it would be, but i hope you guys enjoy it <3

Originally posted by jedizukos

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rawr-fandom  asked:

Can u plz do a rough kiss for nalu (((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))♡

Here you go! Sorry it took so long - it happens to be much longer than I originally anticipated.. I hope you enjoy it!


Title: Summer Sparring Matches
Word Count: 2903
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: NaLu
Rating: M

Summary: One Shot: Lucy has enlisted Natsu’s help to refine her fighting skills, a request Natsu has taken very seriously. Natsu’s dedication means Lucy finds it difficult to ever win a match against him. A slightly underhanded attempt to win on her part appears to backfire, bringing about an unexpected reaction from Natsu.


Lucy grunted as she stumbled back. The hot dry breeze blowing across the little hill Natsu’s cottage was perched on did little to cool her overheated body. And she hurt. By the stars, her limbs ached more than she could ever remember. She waved a hand and bent forward, puffing.

“Give me a minute,” she wheezed out.

“C’mon, Lucy! This was your idea and you’re not even trying!” Natsu planted his hands on his hips as he watched her. The fire-breathing knuckle-head didn’t even have the decency to look even a little worn out.

“I’m trying plenty, thank you very much!” Lucy sucked in a lung-full of air and straightened up to glare at him. “It’s hot today. And you’re being relentless.” She tried to pout at him, already knowing it would have zero effect on him. “You could at least try to be a little more understanding.”

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lesson learned

Originally posted by softdanvers

this is what happens when you have friends who are enablers: you post weird shit at 2 am. so this goes out to @thesschesthair, @optomisticgirl, @xpumpkindumplingx, and @fergus80; oh, and @cocohook38. and probably @kat2609; you’re usually involved, too. (because i love you)

CAPTAIN CHARMING MAGICAL SHENANIGANS + A BIT OF CS ANGST 

It was supposed to be a locator potion. Just a simple tracking spell. They didn’t have any problems the first time, so this would be easy, right? 

But when the excessive fog cleared from the loft, and everything seemed warped, David and Killian knew they’d taken a wrong turn. 

“I TOLD you, mate!” Killian…chattered?

David grumbled at him, but it came out more like a low-pitched titter.

They stared at each other for a good long minute, realizing what had happened; indeed, just as Killian had once warned, David had somehow managed to turn them both into raccoons. And if the fur standing up on Killian’s neck was anything to go by, he was none too pleased.

“How the bloody hell do you plan on fixing this?”

“I…I don’t know,” David sighed, as much as a raccoon could sigh. “Maybe Emma can help?”

“Aye; she’s our best bet,” Killian solemnly agreed. “But first, we have to get the door open.”

A bit of teamwork got them out of the apartment, though it was awkward given that Killian was down a paw so the slightly larger David had to climb on his shoulders. Getting across town was more difficult than anticipated, even with Storybrooke’s light traffic, and took longer than even a normal walk. And they certainly weren’t about to attempt the truck.

The sun was just setting when they finally found the backyard fence at Emma and Killian’s home, which they slipped through easily. The kitchen lights were on so they knew Emma was inside.

“Almost there, mate,” Killian shouted excitedly; lumbering around as a small, three-legged mammal had gotten old quickly and he wanted nothing more than to find himself in Emma’s embrace again.

The two scampered up the stairs to the back door and began to scratch at it, shouting Emma’s name. 


Emma sighed, setting down her mug of cocoa on the kitchen table. Just where were those guys? It wasn’t like her father or Killian to miss both a dinner date and several phone calls. It had been a long day of dead ends in dealing with Gideon and she’d really needed the comfort of their optimism tonight. But now, she was getting worried, and she didn’t have her mother with her to reassure her or talk her down.

Dumb sleeping curses. Dumb prophecies. Dumb magic town where anything crazy could happen. 

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“We're Family” Glenn/Maggie x Daughter Reader

Word Count: 1,389

Parental Glenn/Maggie x Reader

Request: Could you do one where like the reader has been with the group since like Atlanta and she looks at Glenn and Maggie like parents and one day when all three of them are on a hunt she actually addresses one or both as ‘mom and/or ‘dad’ and is totally embarrassed but Glenn and Maggie both look like the happiest couple ever, saying that they looked at her like their own kid for a long time?

Warnings: Mentions of death, fluff

Originally posted by just-me-and-the-tv

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Losing your parents was one of the hardest things you’ve ever experienced.

You were nine when the outbreak occurred. You, being so young, had no idea what was going on except for that a lot of people were dying. Your parents tried as hard as they could to keep you safe, and it worked for a while. They got you and themselves into a group that was formed just outside of Atlanta, and you all looked out for each other.

When you and the group arrived at Hershel’s farm, your mom promised you that everything was going to get better from there. You guys had actual shelter, food, and not many walkers came your way. You truly believed that everything was going to be ok. That was until the attack occurred on the farm. You had been inside the house with Carl when it began, your parents nowhere to be seen. When everyone fled, your parents didn’t get out. You were frozen and couldn’t move, but Glenn grabbed you last minute and took you with him.  

Ever since then, you’d seen Glenn as a father figure in your life. He took care of you after all of that and made sure you were always ok. It took you a while to warm up to Maggie, since you had a hard time opening to anyone after the death of your parents, but once you finally did she instantly became a mother to you. You’ll always miss your real parents, but Maggie and Glenn are absolutely amazing and you couldn’t ask for anyone better.

Things had been looking up ever since you arrived in Alexandria. Everyone was noticeably more relaxed and happier, including you. You finally felt like you could let your guard down. On most days, if you weren’t hanging around the other teenagers in Alexandria, you’d either be going on runs with Glenn or helping Maggie with the garden. Today, you obliged in going on a run with Glenn. You loved it in Alexandria but you also loved exploring outside of the walls and seeing what all was out there. You love adventure.

“You almost ready?” Glenn approached you in your room as you were finishing up tying your shoes. It was early in the morning and you were dead tired, but Rick always insisted on leaving as early as possible just in case it took longer than anticipated.

“I’m just putting on my shoes and then I’ll be ready to go. What’s Maggie doing today?” You ask, getting up off your bed.

“I convinced her to come with us. We don’t all get to spend too much time together much anymore, with all of us being so busy here. Plus, you’re always hanging around Carl.” Glenn winks at you, and you throw a pillow at him.

“I am not.” You roll your eyes. “We’ve been best friends for the longest time. Nothing more.”

Glenn is convinced that you and Carl are more than just friends, no matter how much you and try tell them that you’re not. In all honesty, he’s the only person around your age that has been there for you throughout these past six years. You have a pretty steady friendship.

“Don’t listen to him, he likes being annoying.” Maggie shows up in your doorway, leaning against the frame, smiling at the two of you.

“Ouch.” Glenn laughs, and he pulls you into a side hug, ruffling your hair with his fingers. “She knows I’m just joking around.”

“Are we all ready to go?” You ask, taking your backpack from the floor and putting it on your back. You put your gun into your holster, along with a small knife. You could never be too careful.

“Yeah. We’re meeting Rick by the main gate.” Maggie says, and the three of you walk out of your shared house and into the street.

You meet with Rick and discuss your game plan, which basically consisted of taking any and all medications that we could find in the pharmacy. We were running low and the doctor needed more supplies.

The drive to the pharmacy wasn’t too long, only fifteen minutes or so. The outside of it was old and very run down looking, but you weren’t expecting anything different. Just hopeful that the needed supplies weren’t already ransacked by a different group.

“I’ll go in first. Glenn, you come in after me. I’ll go left and you can go right so we can cover both sides of the place. Maggie, go straight to the middle of the store. Y/N, just stay with Glenn and help cover him.” Rick orders, and you follow instructions. You know that your job is significantly less than the others, but at least Rick is letting you go with them. He used to never let you accompany them on runs because you were “too young.”

You follow Glenn into the store, and the path is relatively clear of walkers. There were a few stray ones, but nothing that you two couldn’t take care of with a few stabs of your knives.

“Jackpot.” You murmured and pointed to the wall filled with bottles of pills.

“Just start putting stuff in your bag, anything will be helpful.” Glenn says. You start grabbing the pills, along with other medical supplies. You shove them into your backpack, hoping that some of these will be helpful.

You two then go behind the counter of the actual pharmacy in the back where they presumably kept all of the prescription pills. You do the same as you did in the aisle and start to grab the bottles and put them into your bag. One of the bottles looked slightly different than the others, and you picked it up to inspect it.

“Hey dad, what’s-“ You pause, shutting your mouth instantly.

You just called Glenn your dad for the first time in your life. You’d never called him dad before, or called Maggie your mom. You were always too embarrassed that they’d think it was weird, or even worse, that they didn’t think of you as their daughter.

Your face turns bright red as Glenn noticeably freezes in his tracks, turning around and facing you.

“Did you just call me dad?” He has an unreadable expression on his face.

“Uh, y-yeah, I’m sorry…” You mumble, looking down at the ground. The embarrassment you were feeling was like none you had ever experienced.

Suddenly, you’re met with Glenn’s body crashing into yours, his arms wrapping around you. You hug him back but you’re very confused.

“Maggie, come here!” Glenn yells, still not letting go of you. Maggie comes sprinting over to you, a look of worry on her face, but she instantly relaxes when she sees that both of you are alright.

“Y/N, you don’t ever need to be sorry for saying that, ever. You are our child. It doesn’t matter that we aren’t blood-related- you are our kid. And we love you so, so much. More than you know.” Glenn still doesn’t pull away from you. Maggie’s face brightens up and a huge smile takes place of the worried look that was there before.

“So I can call you guys my mom and dad?” You say, hope forming in your chest.

“We would love that.” Maggie joins the hug. “We’re family. We’ve been family ever since that night on the farm.”

“I love you guys so much.” You can feel tears forming in your eyes.  

Normally, anybody bringing up that night just put you in a bad mood. It made you think of your parent’s death. But this time was different. It made you think of the night that you got Glenn and Maggie. It made you think happy thoughts instead of depressing ones. They’re the light in your darkness.

They’re family.

“Goal Number Two: Keep Gavin Alive”

Okay so Michael’s Heist was basically one big, convoluted soap opera and I loved every minute of it.

The Other Prince + A CS Modern Royalty AU [Chapter 5]

Modern Royalty AU: HRH Prince Killian has grown up in the shadow of the crown while enduring tragedy and the burdens of being the spare to the heir. With a desire to escape his past, he agrees to play host to the visiting general’s daughter in exchange for an eventual life outside royal bounds. Moving on is never that easy though and he quickly learns that being the ‘other’ prince is even more difficult when you find yourself falling for the girl everyone wants your brother to marry.

Catch Up On Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four
Also on FF.net and AO3.

Word Count: 9,453

Okay, I’m sorry this took so long.  I got in that cycle of overthinking things and it ended up being much longer than anticipated! Future chapters won’t be as long as this one, but I had lots of Killian feels in this one :) so hopefully you all enjoy it! Huge thank you to @optomisticgirl for her endless assistance and support on this story! As always, I own nothing. Happy reading!


The night had barely begun, but Killian finalized his decision with a fifth tug at his pressed sleeve - he hated this bloody suit. Truthfully, he’d never been particularly keen on being properly trimmed and tailored in general so the dismal conclusion wasn’t really a wildly drawn one. Killian had spent his fair share of years finding ways around royal dress code, his preference of modern casual easily overlooked due to his charming smile and stellar sweet talking skills - or at least that’s what he told himself. It was easy to see why looking so proper was important as a representative of his grandmother’s monarchy, but still, that didn’t mean he had to like it.

Perhaps it wasn’t his current attire that was solely the source of his agitation he noted when the smooth traveling black BMW pulled up to the gates of Buckingham. He’d spent the few hours before sunset arguing with the brand new, trim-tailored, clean lined blue suit - an endeavor that earned a multitude of grumbles and a few countdown texts from his incessantly formal brother. Taking a final glance in the bathroom mirror, he smoothed the maroon and navy striped tie as he settled on what was really bothering him.

The event calling for his recently required clothes was one he’d been dreading for weeks now - a Royal Navy veterans’ memorial ceremony where he’d most certainly spend the evening regaling his older brother’s military heroism while squandering the need to sort out his own.

The idea that this was his fault on some level had crossed his mind once or twice since he’d returned home. He’d elected to take the route less selected by royals when he’d chosen the British Army instead of sailing the honorable seas. Breaking the tradition wasn’t something he’d done by fear or a distaste for the open ocean, but rather a result of his stubborn need to move out from under his older sibling’s shadow.

Of course, that was supposing that such a momentous feat was actually possible.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: Cute Rucas napping fluff

a/n: thank you so much for the prompt anon!! sorry it took so long to get to you, i was working on another one before this one and then this took me a little longer than anticipated. as requested this is extremely extremely fluffy and i’ll have you know anon, that this lowkey killed me and i’m now blogging from rucas heaven. enjoy! 

word count: 1,398

“I can’t believe you almost fell asleep in my dad’s class.” Riley says, disbelief laced in her tone as she enters her bedroom and dumps her backpack on her desk chair.

“I’m more surprised that he didn’t embarrass me in front of the entire class, that seems to be a favorite pastime of his.” Riley rolls her eyes at her boyfriend’s comment as he follows her lead, entering her bedroom and putting his backpack down on the floor at the foot of her bed. “It’s all your fault you know.”

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To Date #1

This HC/series is a MASSIVE SHOUT OUT to everyone here who has helped me reach over 100 followers! I never thought I would get 1 follower let alone 100- so thank you so much. I apologise for the lateness of my thank you but I’m afraid my cheating mini series took much longer than I anticipated!

This is dedicated to the beautiful @zahnbuerste who was one of the very first people to ever converse with me over Tumblr and is just the dearest person- truly nice to the core. Thanks for all your kind words and inspiration and I hope you enjoy these

The RFA & CO try to plan the very best date for MC… and of course… because they’re RFA & CO…. everything goes to hell.

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