#Avengers Resistance

[nanakorobiyaokii]

HAITHAM HE’S JUST ASKING IF YOU’RE OKAY CHILL YOU MF😭😭😭

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin spoilers #kaveh #alhaitham #al haitham #genshin kaveh #alhaitham genshin #kaveh genshin #haikaveh #gorgeous sumeru boys🌱🏛️ #asgsghsjsjakll love them❤️ #i’ll exploit your weak resistance to avenge kaveh😚😤

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Resistance I

A Dystopian AU. Please don’t ask how much there’s gonna be. I’m not sure. But I might add more characters/readers if there’s interest.

Warnings: Violence, dark elements, tags to be added as we progress, tags will not be exhaustive so be wary.

Summary: A part of the underground, you fall into the hands of the authority you seek to derail.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Note: I always love feedback in any form so don’t be shy. Thank you for reading and for all your support. 💗

Inspire by the LEWK.

“I don’t understand,” Sparrow whispers, “they should’ve signaled by now.”

You put your finger to your lips, urging patience as a slat of moonlight shines down your face. She frowns, the way she does when she has something to say. Hound moves quietly around her, placing a hand on your shoulder. He taps in code. ‘Five and we go.’

You nod and hold up five fingers, showing them to the others; Cardinal and Fido gesture from the door. You shift and hook the strap of your rifle around your shoulder, sidling away from the silver beam. You feel along your hip, the long hunting knife sheathed in thick leather against your cargo pants, layered over wool leggings.

A sudden screaming tears through the air, followed by a distant hiss as blue light flashes in the night, fizzling out before you can make it to the window. 

“Shit,” you breathe and hold up a fist, shaking it. Evacuate.

Rifles click and clatter, fabric rustles, and boots scrape and scuff. You turn and follow the line of bodies into the hallways, an explosion shaking the foundation as the walls shed clouds of dust. You pull the bandana over your face as you cough.

“You know the exit plan,” you holler as you turn and point your rifle down the hall, “Hound, take lead.”

You walk backwards as you listen to the scuffle of your squad behind you, moving with them as you keep the barrel aimed. You step over errant debris and keep your eyes squinted against the plaster that laces the air dryly. There’s gunfire below.

“Breach!” Hound hollers back and you point through the closest doorway.

“Rope, repel,” you order as you stand back, waiting for the other to stream in ahead of you. Cardinal takes watch with you at the doorway.

You cover each end of the hall, back to back with a view of the room in your peripheral. The frame of the window scrapes as Hound and Fido work quickly to secure the ground and get the rope knotted. Sparrow’s first out, Hound whistles as he swings his leg out and follows.

“Lynx, Cardinal,” he rasps before he disappears below the ledge.

“Up here!” Voice come from the stairs and you ready yourself to fire.

“Card, you go fir–”

A rattle of gun fire surprises you and sends Cardinals weight into your back. You swear as he nearly crushes you and his body slumps down beside you. You dodge into the room before the next peel of bullets can rip through you. You turn back and stare at your comrades corpse, the warm streak of blood seeping down to your scalp.

You waste no time as you spin and cross the room. You grab onto the rope as you shoulder your rifle and turn to reverse through the window. You hear the boots crushing through the scraps. You don’t have time. 

You swing the rifle around and put the butt to your shoulder. First shot, hit. Second, third, hit, hit. As they regroup, you hurry to the window frame and toss your gun through. No time. You hurl yourself through, gloves burning down the rope as you descend into the air, catching at the bottom with a nasty jerk in your shoulders.

You look around and scramble to grab your rifle. Your squad is gone. That’s the plan. Trouble means run. Rendezvous at the checkpoint. You keep your gun before you, barrel across your torso as you set off into a trot. Another shout.

You dive behind the brick, a wisp tickling your cheek as you narrowly avoid a shot. Fuck. They’re close. Headlights shine in your direction as you hear an engine. And well stocked. You carry on toward the rear of the building.

Shit, shit, shit, more headlights there.

You stop and look around. Up the metal ladder, into the next building. Take them for a chase. You’ve done it before. Screw it, it’s your only option. You sling the strap of the rifle across your chest and jump to grab the bottom rung. You grunt as you raise yourself up with only your arms. As you bend your knee to get a foothold, your other ankle is grabbed from below.

You kick and your accoster in the shoulder. They don’t release you. You try again and the jolt you with a startling force from the ladder. You fall with an unrestrained cry and land on your back. You wheeze as it knocks the air out of you.

You roll and grasp at your chest and throat as you try to force a breath out. The shadow bends over you, unclasping the strap of your rifle before kicking it away. Fucker.

You heave in a painful gasp and reach for your belt. You unsheathe the long hunting knife and slash at the figure’s obscured leg. The distant shine of the headlights aids your aim but you miss as they sidestep your attempt. Your next attempt is kicked out of your hand before the thick tread lands on your chest, pinning you to the frozen asphalt.

A bright glow sparks from down the alley, illuminating the silhouette of the man’s long black jacket. 

“Sir?” The call comes from behind him.

“I’ve got it handled,” he says as he reaches under his coat. He bends, leaning his weight on his foot as he pulls out a small flashlight and flicks it on. The light blinds you for a moment before your vision clears, “look at you, doll.” 

You blink as you stare up at the man, the rings of light illuminating his sharp features. You know him by sight. Bucky Barnes, Consul of the East Sector, one third of the Triumvirate. A cog in the machine you swore to break.

He clicks his tongue, the noise deepening the dimple in his stubbled cheek, “Lynx the Mynx. We meet at last.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #resistance #au #dystopian au #drabble #drabble series #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #avengers #captain america

[violent138]

*cough cough* Good for you Steve *cough*

#How did Ultimate Spiderman figure him out better than Endgame? #steve rogers #ultimate spider man #one of the best spidey shows #captain america #avengers endgame #mcu #rare marvel comics post from me #but I couldn't resist

[deafblindshorty]

You know, I just realized that if they don't recast Kang and introduce a new villain, Moon Knight has even LESS chance of making an appearance in an Avengers movie or any of the MCU movies going forward. Because MK did not interact or fight with any of the Avengers villains (I think the closest he came was burning down Doom's house or something). Khonshu was an Avengers villain, but that comic was wildly unpopular, so I doubt they'd go in that direction.

Which also means that MK will really be put on a bus. Moon Knight would be the Star Wars Resistance of Marvel (No resolution to some plots, barely referenced anywhere else. Ironically, Oscar Isaac starred in both!). That makes me sad. I'm sad now.

#moon knight #avengers #kang the conqueror #marc spector #khonshu #star wars resistance

[tornrose24]

Awhile ago I watched a let’s play of Square’s Avengers. One of the things I liked was Kamala’s relationships with the Avengers, but especially with Bruce, who was basically like a second dad to her. So I decided to draw my own Kamala/Ms. Marvel with @artistcaptainbendy‘s Bruce (and Hulk). She likes sloths, the Avengers, and Captain Marvel.

Complete with a bonus Carol/Captain Marvel, Goose (or Chewie if you prefer), and Jimmy Woo.

#the incredible hulk #the hulk #ms. marvel #bruce banner #kamala khan #carol danvers #goose the cat #jimmy woo #I put jimmy there because of him being into magic tricks involving cards #I couldn't resist #avengers

[ilaiyayaya]

I Am Unreasonably Hyped For This Game

Holy fricking shit

What the heck They did it, they made peak THIS WAS ANNOUNCED A FUCKING MONTH AGO AND YET I SOMEHOW DIDN'T HEAR ABOUT IT UNTIL LAST NIGHT I HATE HOW NONEXISTENT THE MARKETING FOR THIS SERIES IS I am like actually frothing at the mouth at this announcement, absolutely feral.

This series has by far one of my favorite soundtracks in any video game and the fact that they didn't make a rhythm game out of it 8 years ago is criminal and the creators deserve to be locked up in solitary confinement for the rest of their lives for not making it sooner. But they also deserve to be let out and also given 1 billion money coins and a free pass to be allowed to commit any crimes ever for finally making it now!

I refuse to look at the actual song list because I know that I'll be disappointed because there's no way they included even close to all like 80 vocal songs throughout the entire series, but like if they don't have A Zip to the Moon I'll cry, really. A Zip to the Moon is the only thing that could truly make me believe in a god.

It'd also be cool if they added the Lola versions of every Azure Striker Gunvolt 2 song but they won't because the god of A Zip to the Moon hates me :(

If there is a SINGLE Luminous Avenger iX song my face will go from :) to :( INSTANTLY, and then it'll go back to :) when I see A Zip to the Moon because it'll be there, surely! They took away her robot voice she sounds like shit bring back bootleg Hatsune Miku!

I'm sure it's gonna have like, all of the Gunvolt 3 songs because it's the newest one, so very excited to hear 90% of that game's soundtrack for the first time, not in the game that they originated from because I still have not played 3 beyond the demo despite it releasing over a year ago. But like the two songs from it that I have heard are really good so I'm sure the rest is too, Ergo Sum and Glass Paradise are both pretty cool.

Whoever made the decision to release Azure Striker Gunvolt 3 on the same day as both Xenoblade Chronicles 3 and Digimon Survive is a psychopath and my worst enemy.

For funsies they should also add like 1 Mega Man Zero song just as like a little reference to their past works, y'know some games do that they could do that there wouldn't be any rights issues or anything please I just want Innocence from Mega Man ZX to exist again it's like the A Zip to the Moon of Mega Man Zero it's so good please Mr. Inti Creates I'll stop calling you a psychopath I promise.

I can't wait for this game to just be a shitty Persona 3/5 Dancing tier cash-grab rhythm game with only like 10 of the worst songs from the entire series that costs $50 and kills the series because it didn't sell well enough.

Removing the mechanic from the final boss of 2 where you had to sing into the 3DS microphone (or just blow into the mic) in the Steam version was the worst thing that happened since capitalism. Like yea they couldn't really realistically implemented it without like, requiring you to have a mic hooked up for literally one 30 second portion of the final boss but like, I'm still mad >:C

#this is my brain on gunvolt content #azure striker gunvolt #gunvolt #must resist going on a 10k word rant on luminous avenger ix #we are so back #this game is gonna be so mid and i am so here for it #phil spencer “gaming” #must resist going on a 100k word rant on mighty no. 9 #wawawa Happy :D #rhythm heaven fever

[tarnishedxknight]

in regards to x

"Basch? We need to get you to med bay... do you feel dizzy at all? Are you able to walk?"

Basch looked down at the blood on his hand, perplexed. What in the seven hells is this? It reminded him, as did how he felt in general, of how it felt to be afflicted with acute nethicite poisoning. Before a small, ten year-old Ashelia had healed him in his twenty-seventh year, he'd been coughing just like this, spitting up blood just like this. Tired and short of breath... just like this. But Basch knew he had not been exposed to more nethicite, especially not in this time. No one here seemed to even know what it was...

"I... I had been feeling a bit tired of late, perhaps a slight cough, but..." He shook his head. "I did not think anything of it. No, I... I am not dizzy..." he said, but as he went to start walking, he stumbled a little, his shoulder hitting the wall as he used it for support. "Actually... I think you are right. I may need to be seen by one of the sages..." he admitted.

#illbringthechaosmagic #main muse: basch #basch x wanda #{ knightly avenger } ᵐᶜᵘ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #tw: blood #{so what I was kindof thinking with this is...} #{basch is from another time... so...} #{his immune system would not have much resistance} #{to the viruses and bacteria of today} #{so he's caught some respiratory illness that everyone else usually fights off} #{but for him it's gotten very bad very quickly}

[nobuverse]

"See that? That's my 'I took your ultimate to face and lived' grin, Zeus! EAT IT!"

#again sorry for all the times i called her buff removal resist useless wth #i did end up having to use a leyline cube but avenger nobu did like 50% of the work near the end there #ive still got 6 sections left tho so obviously some stuff is gonna go down #but im happy ending on that note tonight #fgo main story commentary #Demon King of the Sixth Heaven [ Avenger Nobunaga ]

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday #tobyjones #actor #arnimzola #captainamerica #firstavenger #wintersoldier #AgentCarter #whatif #tinkertailorsoldierspy #thehungergames #themist #harrypotter #TheDarkCrystal #AgeofResistance #JurassicWorld #FallenKingdom #WaywardPines #SnowWhiteandtheHuntsman

#happybirthday #toby jones #actor #arnim zola #captain america #first avenger #winter soldier #agent carter #whatif #tinker tailor soldier spy #the hunger games #the mist #harry potter #the dark crystal #age of resistance #jurassic world #fallenkingdom #wayward pines #snow white and the huntsman

[forged-in-kaoss]

Spread our codes to the stars You must rescue us all

#who's still crying about endgame? me #tony stark #iron man #avengers #endgame #mcu #marvel #gif #lyrics #lyric edit #muse #muse band #resistance #exogenesis symphony #exogenesis symphony part 2 (cross-pollination) #cross-pollination #exogenesis pt 2 #the sacrifice play #robert downey jr

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Resistance IV

A Dystopian AU. Please don’t ask how much there’s gonna be. I’m not sure. But I might add more characters/readers if there’s interest.

Warnings: Violence, torture, blood, gore, dark elements, tags to be added as we progress, tags will not be exhaustive so be wary.

Summary: A part of the underground, you fall into the hands of the authority you seek to derail.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Note: I always love feedback in any form so don’t be shy. Thank you for reading and for all your support. 💗

Inspire by the LEWK.

You wheeze and puff as Bucky drops another fingernail onto the floor. Blood leaks from the barren beds, throbbing and searing in agony. Your hands shake as you're restrained by the thick cuffs attached to the armrests. You grit your teeth and roll your eyes against the hot tears.

"I'm not stupid, Lynx," he snarls as he bends to press his lips to the side of your head, "I know those idiots have moved by now. You don't tell me where they planned on going. You tell me the safehouse. Right now."

"Go... fuck...yourself," you sneer as you rip your head aways from him.

He snorts and twirls the long tweezers in his hand, gripping them in his metal fist. He drives the tip into your naked nailbed, and you shriek. The pain flowers through your tendons and sets fire to your veins. You quake in the chair and let your voice rip from your chest. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He twists it, "tell me where."

You grunt and let it roll against your teeth. He scoffs and pulls back the sharp point, tossing the tool away from him. He turns and takes another from the tray, a pair of silver scissors. You shiver as he holds them up and refocus, looking past him to the two men on the platform, sitting in their thrones. You won't tell. You can't.

Bucky moves into your sight as he slides the blades up your sleeve. He cuts through the layers to your shoulders and across to the collar. The scissors slice through the fabric noisily. You blow out through your nose and brace yourself. He strips away your clothing, little by little, until you're completely bare and quivering.

He looks down at you, eyes scouring you from head to toe. He expects you to cower. Expects you to dissolve before him. You won't let yourself.

"This doesn't have to go any further," he warns as he presses the scissors to your neck lightly, "I can show mercy."

You lower your head and shake it slowly. He sighs and lets the tip cut into your skin before rescinding it. He drops it to clatter on the tray and signals with his hand. He grabs a clump of your hair and forces your head back as he stretches out his other arm. He's brought as large jug that he hovers over you.

"Tell me now."

You swallow and say nothing. He tuts and angles the pitcher to your nose. He pours it, keeping your head tilted even as your muscles fight to sit up. You choke on the water as it floods your nostrils and throat. You cough and gag and he eases up again.

"Go on."

You spit up a mouthful towards him and he growls. He pours morez a steady stream that suffocates you, frigid water that chills you to the core. You croak and sputter as your writhe against your restraints.

"Come on, doll," he stops again, "I'm listening."

You glare at him, heaving but silent. His nose flares and he starts again. Another flood smothers you until you're dizzy. He empties the jug and watches you.

"Lynx…"

You cough and hack before you catch your breath. "Fuck y–"

He swings the pitcher and smashes it into your face. You feel the crunch in your nose as a split forms in the skin along your cheekbone. You groan and reel as the jug flies across the room and hits the floor loudly, bouncing and rolling to a stop.

"You're a tough little minx," he turns back to the tray and drags his fingertips along the edge.

He clucks and reaches to brush his beard, lingering on the grey patch by his chin. He shrugs and chuckles as he faces you again. He rests his hand on his belt and grasps the handle of the long knife there. His fingers fit perfectly in the grip.

He slides it from the sheath and admires the silver blade, "I find the best way is the old fashioned one."

He holds the knife in front of you, pointing it towards your chest. He trails the edge down your stomach lightly. He's taunting you.

He pushes the blade firm and splits the skin down your thigh, slowly cutting to the knee. You hiss as the blood beads around the incision and stains the silver. Your toes curl and you keep from balling your stripped fingers.

He shifts the direction of the blade, cutting across, then back up. He raises the knife and smirks at it. Then his eyes flick up to meet yours.

"Oh, Lynx, this could've been over," he purrs and puts the knife flat, gliding the edge along the bottom of the incision.

He pushes the skin up and starts to peel. You feel the flesh separate from muscle and cry out. The agony is unlike anything you've ever felt before. It consumes you completely.

Your vision flashes white and the blood courses through your veins like fire. Your voice rises and rises beyond your control. You can't think as the torment crawls up your leg.

"The Ridge!" You exclaim, "The Ridge. Please! I can't–"

The flames recede but cinders still singe at your leg. Your head lolls as you gulp down air, your face wet from the years you could not contain. Your body is not your own, it is at the mercy of the pain, at his mercy.

"What was that?" Bucky steps back, moving to let the other two men get a glimpse. You see how they lean forward, enraptured by the scene.

"The Ridge. That's… the safe house." You begin to sob, overcome not only by the agony but by your own weakness.

You broke. You told him. You told them. You sold out the others. Those you swore your life to.

"You can kill me know," you shudder as you let your head fall back, "please."

Bucky grins and shows you the bloodied blade. He brings it to your throat and you close your eyes. You're ready. There's nothing left. A rat like you deserves to die.

"On second thought," he draws away and his shadow shifts, your eyelids parting to watch him turn around, "gentlemen, do you mind if I play with this one a bit longer?" He snickers and faces you again, "she's too much fun."

#bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #resistance #mcu #marvel #au #dystopian au #winter soldier #avengers

[izolyn]

I feel like the biggest problem with FGO’s gameplay is like

ever since the introduction of break bars, enemies have been getting more and more powerful tools, many of which are specifically designed to counter the player’s most powerful tools

but the players rarely, if ever, get any new tools of their own to counter this, nor do their existing tools get improved to compensate for the things that don’t work anymore, and even when new tools are introduced the nature of gacha means their availability is awful in a way that’s rarely if ever resolved

So, for example, I was just doing the Tunguska Main Interlude (because I need quartz). The Surtr fight in Tunguska has an effect on the first break bar that inflicts buff block for three turns. This buff block is unremovable, which means that not only can you not cleanse it with debuff cleanse, it also bypasses debuff immunity. You have dedicated tools to deal with debuffs, but they all arbitrarily just don’t work. But you also can’t do anything using debuffs, because Surtr is completely debuff immune as a permanent, unremovable buff and you don’t get to bypass that the way enemies do.

For three turns almost your entire toolkit is just gone and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. It doesn’t also have buff removal, so any previous buffs you still had remain, but you aren’t allowed to react to anything new that happens, three turns is enough for basically every buff in the game to expire, and you’re spending the whole time getting hammered by AoE attacks.

#not even getting into the way that effects not only need to be available in a general sense #they need to be available on Servants *who fill a useful team role* #e.g. I have Archetype Earth and she can grant party-wide Buff Removal Resist #but the only party role she adequately fills is DPS. and she's a Moon Cancer. #so even with Buff Removal Resist she's not worth bringing against anything that's not an Avenger or Berserker

[youngbatiron]

Transformers Cyberverse Crossovers

Phineas and Ferb

Gravity Falls

The Owl House

Amphibia

Steven Universe Future

Spider-Man (2017)

Avengers Assemble

Justice League Action

Ben 10 (2016)

Teen Titans Go!

Unikitty

DC Super Hero Girls (2019)

Star vs the Forces of Evil

Star Wars Resistance

TRON Uprising

Power Rangers Dino Fury

#transformers: cyberverse #phineas and ferb #gravity falls #the owl house #amphibia #steven universe future #spider man 2017 #avengers assemble #justice league action #ben 10 2016 #teen titans go #unikitty #dc super hero girls #star vs the forces of evil #star wars resistance #tron uprising #power rangers dino fury

[mylifeispainandiloveit]

Not me accidentally writing a 6 page essay on Steve’s character arc vs Tony’s for my english class.... oops

#I swear it wasn't suppose to be 6 pages #maybe like 4 #but nooo #i just couldn't resist #might post the final draft after i turn it in #i dunno #steve rogers #tony stark #avengers essay

[thestarkinternship]

Mine

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)

Summary: When you went out for drinks with the team one Friday, you had no idea that this was how the night would end: with your back pressed flush against your bedroom door, a shaking thigh hitched over your boyfriend's shoulder and his pretty mouth daring you to completely let go for everyone to hear.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: no mention of Y/N, profanity, oral sex (female receiving), jealous!Bucky, posessive!Bucky, slight praise kink, slight exhibitionism (people overhearing), hickeys, MINORS DNI!

A/N: This is my first time writing anything like this and i was (still am) very nervous to post it. But I promised myself I'd get back into writing, even if this is how I'm doing it. Thank you @ellemj for encouraging me to do this <3

"What do you think you were playing at tonight, huh?" Bucky's low voice caught your attention the second the pair of you walked through the door to your room. Looking up from the dresser where you had set your purse down, you met his eye. What once were bright blue had now clouded over with something else, something darker. Jealousy.

A lot of things came from having a secret relationship with Bucky. You got to see the sweet, caring side that he showed to no one else. You got to be the one he trusted most, and in turn place your trust in him. Above all else, you got to love each other. Tenderly, passionately, consumingly. And to you, the best part of it was that the other Avengers were none the wiser. All of the love and shared moments were kept just for you, hidden in late night walks and early morning kisses. It was better kept that way, you had always thought. No one was able to interfere with what they didn't know about.

But Bucky's mind thought differently, even if he had never wanted to admit it. He would've shouted from the rooftop of the Avenger's tower how much he loved you if you would've asked him to. He'd wrap a strong arm around your curves in front of everyone and kissed you on the cheek, a proud grin on his face as he got to show off the fact that you were all his. But he'd suppressed how he really wanted to act in favour of keeping you happy. After all, that was what mattered to him most of all.

That was until tonight. Bucky knew he was in trouble from the second you set foot in the place. There you were, your skirt grazing the top of your thighs, your long sleeved black shirt clinging to your curves like an elastic band. His eyes were no longer the only ones on you, and there wasn't a damn thing that he could do about it. Until now that you were back home.

"What are you talking about?" You asked quietly, looking up at him.

"You know damn well what i'm talking about." He took a daring step closer to you.

With a mind of their own, your feet took a hesitant step back, the soft click of your heels dragging across the floorboard in the uncomfortable silence. It wasn't like you were afraid of him, you never had been. But there was a dangerous atmosphere surrounding him that made you nervous.

He closed in on you as you didn't answer. Leaning down, his lips hovered close to your own, leaving just enough space for his thumb to reach up and trace your quivering bottom lip. You'd always thought it felt more personal when he touched you with his right arm. As much as you loved the feel of the cool metal sliding acros your skin, it was like he craved the true feeling of the flushed heat from your skin as it reacted to his touch and his touch only. In between your shaky breaths, his thumb dipped between your parted lips. But you resisted the urge to suck on it in the way he liked until you got to the bottom of what was getting this much of a rise out of him. When he saw that you weren't giving in to him just as he wanted, Bucky's tongue rolled in his own mouth.

Fine, if that's how you were going to be. He thought stubbornly.

He withdrew his thumb from your mouth, dragging down your bottom lip as he leaned in to capture it in a hungry kiss. As confused as you were about the whole thing right now, one thing was certain - when it came to kissing Bucky Barnes, you were certainly not about to complain or ask him to stop. His metal arm flew to your hip, the soft material of your skirt bunching up in his fist. You shivered slightly as the vibranium unintentionally brushed against your bare skin. Still holding onto you, he guided your hips back until you heard the soft thud of your body against the door as your back pressed against it. His right hand slid from the side of your face and to the nape of your neck. Reaching up, Bucky tugged gently at the root of your curls, twirling the soft strands around his rough hand. A soft gasp left your mouth, giving him the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. You welcomed the feeling, giving in to him completely as the curious thoughts about what had led you to this position slipped from your mind.

And just as quickly as it had began, his lips were gone. They trailed across your trembling jaw and down the soft juncture of your neck. His tight grip released your hair, and your head nearly fell slack against his at the sudden loss of the physical control over you. Bucky tilted your chin back up and to the side, his precise movements giving him all of the access to your exposed throat that he desired. Delicate kisses on your skin turned rough, and his teeth gently nipped at you to earn soft whimpers. He smirked against your skin, rolling it between his full lips even harder.

"Fuck, you're gonna leave a mark…" you whined, "Bucky, you're being too damn rough, you're gonna…"

Bucky finally let go off your skin, but kept dangerously close to your ear instead. There was a split second before he spoke where all you could here was his panting breaths, and that alone kept your heart pounding.

"Maybe I should mark you up," Bucky's voice was ragged, "send you down to breakfast tomorrow morning covered in hickeys that I gave to you, just to remind Steve every time that he sets eyes on your pretty face that you're mine."

Your hazy eyes shot wide open. There it was. That's what this whole ordeal had been about? Bucky was jealous of Steve?

"Wh-what do you mean?" You could barely stutter out.

"Back in the bar tonight."

You swallowed nervously as you cast your mind back over the events of the evening. Being excited to see everyone. Knocking back several drinks over the course of the evening. Bucky smirking as you found any excuse to get close to him without anyone noticing. Nodding politely in your conversation with Steve as you tried to distract yourself from the less than pure thoughts that arose whenever you made eye contact with Bucky. Thinking about how good he looked in that leather jacket. Wondering how long it would be before you'd be dragging him back to the tower and taking it off him- Fuck. You were doing it again.

Bucky's face softened when he realised that you truly had no idea what he was talking at. He chuckled slightly at your obliviousness. How could someone so intelligent miss the careless flirtation thrown her way from her teammate?

"He was flirting with you all night, you know?" Bucky pulled back slightly, his hand moved from your chin to cup the side of your face. His earlier confidence wavered as he suddenly felt a pang of guilt for getting so jealous. "Did you really not see how he was looking at you? I swear, he must've pulled every trick in the book to try and get your attention tonight."

Looking past the jealously, you saw a vulnerability. The fear that he might lose you to someone else. You hummed gently, stroking his cheek as he kept you so close.

"How was I supposed to notice when all of my attenion was on you?" You asked gently.

He smiled at your reassurance. "Really?"

"Of course, James."

"And what about right now? Where is all of your attention?" Bucky tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Right on you." You murmured, watching him lean in again.

"Exactly where it should be." His hand left your face. It trailed down your neck, and then your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake as it joined his vibranium one at your hips.

And suddenly, his lips picked up where they left off, kissing and teasing your skin. He bent his head down further to your collarbone, and then the crest of your cleavage as it peeked out of your lowcut top. Squirming, your back arched away from the door and into his waiting arms. The subtle movement of your body gave Bucky space to slip his hand up under your skirt to cup your ass. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh as he hooked your leg around his waist, pressing his hips against yours. A soft gasp echoed from your trembling lips as you felt just how hard he was through his jeans.

"Can't say I blame Steve when you look this good, doll. So fucking pretty. And it's all for me.. God, I don't know how much longer I can keep us a secret. Want everyone to know you're mine." He mumbled in quick succession as his lips worked their way back across your skin to capture you in another sweet kiss.

"What if I want that too?" You asked softly, biting your lip.

The corners of his lips tugged into a smirk. "You sure? I thought-"

"I'm tired of hiding us," you interrupted, "i'm yours, and it's time everyone else knew."

"If that's what you want…" He teased, an idea playing out in his mind as he dropped to his knees in front of you.

"Bucky, what are you-" Your own gasp cut you off as you felt him lift you leg, resting it over his shoulder. He kissed your inner thigh and your head fell back against the door.

Oh, that's where he was going with this.

Tracing lazy circles up your thigh, his mouth worked it's way up. Every movement made left you needy and wanting more. Soft moans from you filled the room, and his enhanced hearing heard every one as your thighs cushioned his ears. The sounds you made when he hadn't even touched you yet were embarassing. But you couldn't help yourself. Bucky knew how to push you closer to the edge better than anyone, and he wasn't afraid of showing it. By the time he reached the edge of your underwear, you were done for. Your arousal soaked through the thin material, and you knew he could feel it. Bucky chuckled slightly against the lace fabric, his heavy breath sending waves of pleasure straight to your core. Hips stuttering against his face, you grinded closer in a desperate need for him to do something else. Anything else.

"What's the matter, hm?" He murmured, licking right up to your clit. Even over your underwear, the touch was more than enough to make your body quiver.

"Bucky…" You whined, running your hands through his hair and tugging lightly.

"Someone's awfully needy," He tutted. Looking up at you, Bucky grinned like a devil as your wetness spread across his pink lips, "Who's got you like this?"

But you were so far gone in your own world that you almost didn't hear him. When you didn't immediately answer him, he grew impatient. Bucky's tongue rolled over the flimsy lace once again and your thigh tensed over his shoulder. The stem of your heel dug into his back slightly, drawing him in closer to you. To where you so desperately wanted him to be.

"Tell me." His voice was hoarse and demanding.

Another flick of his tongue. Another cry from your lips. "Y-you… always you."

"Good girl." He paused momentarily, hooking his thumb under the delicate edge of your underwear and ripping it to the side. You gulped nervously at the tearing sound of it as he finally set eyes on your bare core. "And now I want you to let everyone in this damn building hear it."

-

The next morning at breakfast was awkward to say the least. When you walked into the kitchen midmorning, legs still shaking, all eyes were on you.

"Morning." You mumbled, avoiding eye contact as you prayed no one would bring up the night before. You simply wanted them to realise you were dating Bucky now, and leave it at that, not another word mentioned. The few team members already there smiled politely, ignoring the obvious elephant in the room. As you wrapped your hands around a coffee mug, the sleeves of Bucky's sweater encase your hands. The cheeky bastard had insisted that you wear it today 'for good measure', because apparently the way you had screamed his name all night long wasn't enough. It still smelled like his cologne, marking both the jumper and you with traces of him. You kept your head down, hair covering the purple marks on your neck. As the strands brushed over the sensitive skin, you winced.

"Everything okay?" Steve asked quietly, glancing your way.

As you turned to meet his eye, your carefully placed hair shifted. Steve's gaze dropped to your neck, eyes widening at the sight he was met with. Looking over the purple that stained your skin, he swallowed nervously whilst trying to find the right words to say.

Eventually, he cleared his throat and spoke what was on everyone's mind. "So, uh… last night… was that you that we heard with… you guys are…"

"Yeah." Your head snapped up to the doorway of the kitchen. Bucky leaned against the frame, his arms folded across his chest and a smug grin plastered across his face, "She's mine. And don't you ever forget it."

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[tarnishedxknight]

In her MCU verse, at some point Ashelia walks around in this shirt. Tony had it made for her, giving her the vague explanation of, “Everyone in this time wears shirts from where they’re from.” He now gigglesnorts every time he sees her wearing it.

#side muse: ashelia #{ royal avenger } ᵐᶜᵘ ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ #{i saw this and absolutely could not resist} #{if anybody's muse wants to comment on this please feel free}