#moving is a team effort

[merakiui]

omg getting tag teamed by trey and cater while drunk in these tags !! your brain is massive as always 🫶🫶

also cater getting serious orz i never knew i needed mean(er) cater in my life but i'll 100% be brainrotting about that for the forseeable future!!!

[also trey changing the flavor of his own shots in the original drunk reader post. he's so mean >:o!! (i love him still)]

Yes!!! Just two kind and helpful upperclassmen helping you when you’re drunk. <3 aren’t they so sweet?

Serious Cater is always so fun to think about. I love the idea of him dropping his outgoing, extroverted side and becoming more colder or less cheerful when you’re drunk because you’re too intoxicated to realize the shift, so you won’t ask any questions if his tone isn’t what you’re used to. It’s such a shock to hear him sound anything less than cheery, but I think it’s so good to think about. orz I love a serious Cater who doesn’t have to keep up any masks when you’re drunk.

Trey is so sneaky. (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑) !!!! His UM is very useful during drinking games because he can trick you into drinking more simply by changing the taste so it will go down easier. And you would not expect him to do such a thing because he has such a kind face and he is so patient and sweet. But it is exactly that type you have to watch out for!! (I also love him despite his mischievous behavior hehe.)

#twisted chit chat #h2o2-and-baking-soda #oh!!! being tag-teamed by the housewarden + vice housewarden duos while you are drunk... #with trey and riddle it is essentially trey easing a very embarrassed and inexperienced riddle into sex #while assuring him that you will like it and so will riddle so he shouldn't worry and should just move his hips more #so that your mouth takes trey deeper #with azul and jade it's a competition to see who is better at railing you dumb and filling you the most #leona and ruggie is also a competition of sorts #but it's more so leona proving he can wring the most orgasms out of you without putting in too much effort #vil and rook is just the most nasty sex you will ever have #vil can be as filthy as he wants because you're too drunk so you won't remember if he looked anything less than beautiful during it #and rook will always be there to hype him up and say he's beautiful no matter what <3 so it's a very good time for everyone #kalim and jamil... also very messy sex so many positions because kalim can never settle on one for long enough #kalim's making you drink more while jamil's pounding into you from behind <3 he holds the glass to your lips and praises you so sweetly #malleus and lilia are fun because i think they also might engage in a little rivalry over who can make you feel the best >:) #i think they will also dote on you the entire time #you're on the brink of overstimulation and tears are in your eyes but they will both smile down at you and coo so sweetly #telling you you're doing well and that you are so good for them

[seanwinchester]

daily reminder that this is his life now. and he loves it. but he can't do it without his brother. he doesn't want to do it without his brother.

#here's the thing about sam he's a damn good hunter #he's smart and he's sharp and he loves learning whether it's information or skills #he loves the research he loves to help people he loves the adrenaline and the physical effort he loves to feel useful and alive #he DOES love hunting #but he loves it most of all because of the partnership with his brother. #because they move together because they make a great team because that's the place he's happy and comfortable with dean by his side #because each hunt no matter how bad is punctuated by dean's music by his shitty food by his annoying habits by him teasing sam #and without him.... it doesn't make any sense. without him it's not the two of them against the world it's him alone in the world #do you get it do you get why i'm crazy #sam winchester

[starredforlife]

people having a normal one on twitter again i see

#social media #tweets #i literally dont understand this at all lol #my friends helped me install mirrors and doors and shit. my dad helped my roommate's dad move in heavy couches. #i moved a mattress across a parking lot with a friend's mom #feel like these are the type of people to venmo request the water you drink from the tap at their house lmfao #every move i've had i've done it with friends and family it's literally a whole team effort #and also hiring movers is so fucking expensive. like have yall looked at the prices #ridiculous #dl

[frankenfossil]

for the space related asks, ⭐️ & 🛰?

whee!! thank you!

⭐️ Star - Do you have a favourite character? If so, why are they your favourite?

Oh no a very hard question actually... Probably the answer is evidently Emily and Dee since I spend more time thinking and writing about them than any of my other characters. POSSIBLY if I had to choose out of the two of them I'd pick Dee because I am kind of a sucker for a sad sack loser with emotional problems and I deeply enjoy thinking up situations to make him happy and/or traumatised. I also enjoy overthinking his powers and what kinds of things I have to tweak about physics for him to exist with the functions I've given him. (Such as recently I've thought of new objections to the plausibility of time travel but I think I've also thought of a way to resolve them storywise which I personally think is very funny, but if I learn more about physics before it comes up it might change.)

I love Zoe a lot but she is much harder to write and to draw for some reason? I feel like she is clear in my head but never comes out right somehow. It's weird.

I have other characters from other stories that I love too... another favourite who is unrelated to this story is a guardian angel whose first guardee died prior to the story beginning; clearly the angel fucked up a bit with that but gets a second chance, but then is pretty lousy with the second person too!! Trying to push them to fill the shoes of the first person.

Recently I found out that the person who inspired my first 'canon nonbinary' character (I didn't know that was a thing at the time tho) has since come out as for real nonbinary, which obviously makes a lot of sense lol. It was mostly about this one very cool jacket they owned. But that character was a strong fave for a long time... the story was terrible and really problematic lolol but ah well. Probably all the good parts of that character have gone into Dee and Zoe anyway.

I LOVE THEM ALL ;_;

🛰 Satellite - Do you have a character who is very dependent on another character? Is it healthy or unhealthy?

WELL. Again... Emily and Dee are each other's most emotionally intimate relatinship... Dee again is more dependant on Emily than vice versa, and less healthy about it, although I would say it's overall good for them both (but I would say the healthy/unhealthy balance varies over time and may be affected by external factors...).

Zoe is still on the periphery a bit but.............. well there are/will be some dynamics of questionable health there. She doesn't have particularly healthy attachments and is still not exactly over her previous friendship dynamic of being the second best friend of two besties who were shitty to her, and is still kind of stuck in the mode of 'trying to be exactly what the other person wants so they will like me'. Which Emily is not really aware of because she doesn't ever do that. Although the kinds of things Zoe plays up to try to be friends with her probably aren't as bad as what she has done to get OTHER people to like her, and she's relatively confident that Emily isn't going to use any of the stuff she knows against her.

Again, in terms of OTHER characters I have a couple where they are both disabled in various ways but one has more problems with mobility and communication than the other, and also had to be rescued from a kind of slavery by the other, which naturally gives the rescuer some pause for thought about the power dynamic there and whether she's ~taking advantage~ by falling in love with her at the same time (I mean by the time she even gets aware enough of her feelings lolol, gotta sort of pine without realising first!!)... but I'm trying to write that one as pretty healthy tbh, they're just trying to support each other through a difficult world yknow. And anyway the one who used to be a slave deliberately tried to square that debt immediately so it wouldn't be hanging over them both and is now mostly consumed with a quest for revenge lol. But also love.

I am going to.... stop rambling for now lol!!

#ask games #tysm for sending me some!! #sorry for late reply i tried answering on mobile desktop but either tumblr or my phone doesnt work very well #or a team effort to make me unable to type #so had to wait for laptop time #fun fact i looked up codependent because i always thought i knew what it meant but suddenly was like 'what if i've been using it wrong' #and SURE ENOUGH the definitions that came up did uhh... not align with how i thought it was used!!!! #i don't know if people want to hear about my other stories; gappy plotted and unfinished beasts that they are #anything i write outside of a given story text is subject to change #also tbh my 'word of god' doesn't even really count... this is like. my reading of the dynamics and what i'm more or less aiming for but #i'm super interested in how other people read it #they all live in my head full time i don't always have the clearest perspective #like when people were like 'that was a huge dick move for dee to not tell emily that markus liked her' #rly interesting to find out what other people make of their goings on!

[zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta]

just got home from seeing a theater production of Mary Poppins with my mum-- it was really cool!! I've never watched the movie through the whole way so I've had no idea how half of the movie goes for over two decades, now I can at least saw I know :'D but man it was really fantastic, from the choreography to the harness theatrics (the way the guy walked UP the wall and upside down across the roof was really smoothly done, as was the fly-by over the audience at the end-- I didn't realise the tracks went quite that far out past the stage!) to the set design (god I could talk about this for hours; one my favourites was a background screen painted to look like the room was tilted back at a wide angle, but the best was the main house display which was quite literally full of layers-- every number it was used in there was another way the actors could pass through it and it was cool af like "man there's ANOTHER pathway below the staircase??" or when a panel flipped on the mantlepiece to swap props out and it's like "I couldn't even see that there WAS a panel there!!"... incredibly detail-dense and I loved pondering how most of them tick)..................... like man it was all so good I can't even, it was real fun to watch and I bet it was an interesting one to perform from an actor or stagehand's perspective /////// also loved that when the bird lady finished her last solo before the end, she got a loud enthusiastic "WOOOOOOOOO" from one part of the audience which was really sweet, she probably got the biggest applause of the night aside from the lead lol

#MAN I just love art #I've always been a visual artist but I get so moved by stage performances that it makes me wonder- #-if I was secretly a theater kid all along and just missed my calling lmao #I absolutely loved drama class back in school and it looks so fun down there that I can't help watching all of the background characters to #so much effort and practice even for those in the back and I'd love for that to be recognised by at least one person in the audience #I'll be that one person!!!! #to be honest I really miss that backstage camaraderie and the anticipation of your part coming up #and how supportive we all were of eachother listening in from the wings like “damn they nailed that! gj!” #and how great it feels when all of these different teams of people come together to make something awesome #I could never do it as a career as with visual art because of like /gestures at everything #but maybe I'd actually be decently happy volunteering just to be able to perform in something again lmao #haulaupost #mary poppins #not a tag I'd ever thought I'd tag! this has been a year of firsts lmao

[strohller27]

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#thank you Pens hockey and Sidney Crosby for making today better #today was rough and awful but I saw the team’s motivation and their ability to come back after a 4-goal deficit #and then you scored off an assist from Geno and the game was won #that’s a lesson in perserverence I so desperately needed today #that no matter how far backwards it seems you’ve fallen it is possible to come back from that #even if it takes considerable effort. Sometimes the end result is worth it #fight for a chance to move on #thank you sidney crosby for tethering me to my sanity

[rohirric-hunter]

Okay so there is one glitch that occasionally crops up in the unhinged lotr mobile game that interferes with gameplay: the Mordor Engineer/Rókma has an attack where he throws an explosive at an enemy, which damages that enemy and adjacent enemies. Now, normally this isn't an issue, since when facing off against him he's typically my absolute first priority to take down, specifically because this attack is so devastating.

However, it's also devastating in an unintended way; occasionally he will somehow miss with this attack, the projectile will fly off the screen, and then the battle will be locked. Everyone will just stand there. No more enemies will attack and the player will not have the option to take their turn. You can't even retreat. The only way to get out of this is to force quit the game and load it up again.

#unhinged lotr mobile game saga #like i said usually i take this guy down before he has a chance to get this attack off #but ive been struggling with one of the daily challenges #because one of them has this guy on a team with boromir and faramir #and when boromir and faramir are on the same team boromir is your priority #you need to take him down absolutely as soon as humanly possible #or he and faramir will execute a combo move that theres just no coming back from #like legit they have oneshotted multiple heroes on my team from full health with this combo move before #so essentially i need to somehow be able to take down boromir and rokma before either of them can get to their special attacks #so. uh. in one turn #OR i could just wait until they fix the rokma bug #devious idea tho: the rokma thing happens even when autobattling #maybe i should put some effort into unlocking him and put him on my arena defense team #no that would be extremely poor sportsmanship #very tempting tho #probably get the bug fixed faster #i actually do have one more thing i can try #i think one of the isengard heroes has an ability that can block special attacks for a turn #have to use it on rokma as im not sure if the combo starts with boromir or faramir #and faramir is basically untouchable until youve taken down all his allies anyway #anyway #it is really funny to see it happen tho

[urbanfiltered]

throwing myself into oncoming traffic throwing myself into oncoming traffic throwing myself into oncoming t

#STUPID i am so STUPID!!!!!!!!!!! #i’m not built for this life i’ve decided i’m back in my I Want To Die era #i feel like everything i have attempted to do this week has failed spectacularly bc my own god damn brain keeps getting in the way #and i am now reaping what i sow bc i am genuinely too depressed and mentally disorganized to get all my shit done on time #executive dysfunction has entered the chat #like i can physically drive up to work and sit at my monitor but nothing gets done i just sit there and look off into space and be miserabl #and like #that’s FINE when it was school #because if 1 assignment slipped #it didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things #like it only affected me and i could make it up later with increased productivity down the line and the aggregate sum was about the same #as if i had worked consistently #but Having A Job is very different because people are constantly expecting you to meet various deadlines #and there are actual real consequences when you don’t meet them #because other people are depending on that work so that they can take what you’ve finished and start their parts on it #so stuff gets 'moved' or 'late' or whatever #also it sucks that when i give 120% of myself and really put in all my possible effort no one bats an eyelash #like i do not build up any clout as a good useful team member #this week i’ve been operating at 60% because depression and migraines and depression induced migraines #and it's like everyone has some shit to say #like im the most useless person alive #totally forgetting that i was the one picking up everyone else's slack a few weeks ago!!! have we forgotten!!!!! #and ive been late to all my meetings lately and everything has been halfassed and i keep forgetting to follow up on stuff and i just need . #i don tknow. #i dont know what i need!!!! #i think i am just Tired like i wish someone else would step in and Handle Me for a bit #i can feed myself and bathe and clean my apartment and stuff like that like i'm not in a depressive spiral to that point #perhaps i just need someone who will give me the emotional and metaphorical equivalent of a forehead kiss and shoulder rub #or maybe the emotional and metaphorical equivalent of an exciting and spontaneous adventure #like i'm not sure if i need a Soothe or if i need a Refresh

[ournextdoorneighbor]

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#christ. i knew the job wasnt going to be fun but holy fuck i didnt expect to hate it on the first day #like i knew going in that it was going to be boring and ive made my peace w that but i didnt expect it to be unstructured not even the job #but the actual team is unstructured. if theres one thing i need its organization. jfc it does not have that #no starting documents. no welcome package. no manual. no nothing not even proper introductions i get that its wfh but holy fuck babes #and its so pretentious. imagine getting paid so fucking much to move a bunch of letters and numbers. no offece to ppl but i just. its just #i find it so hard to take it seriously when i worked at mcdonalds earning shit and putting all my effort and sweat and mental health on the #line. i just dont understand. #its not clicking. god pls dont let me do this for the rest of my life #I AM BEGGING YOU

[tofumoons]

furudate was kind of crazy for how completely he captured the high school sport exeprience.

#soemtimes u watch hq and u feel uncomfortably Seen bc of how unafraid it is of the ugly parts of playing a sport like. how effort and time #and resources rly do feed into results. how u can hate urself for not putting in more effort. how u can go insane with jealousy of the ppl #surpassing u. i guess that the msot moving thing abt hq is how krsn and the other teams but esp hinata lets his feelings carry him. anyways #sometimes something happens to me and i stare up at the ceiling and i think this is just like hq 2014 #moon.txt #hq

[exopelagic]

A list of things I’m frustrated by:

#1. my right skate won’t fucking tighten right it’s being stiff so I can’t skate properly again. they don’t fit right but I can’t do shit now #2. I’m not enjoying ice hockey as much right now bc of that and the people being. not annoying but. I’m disconnected from them #3. feeling disconnected from everything because of the residual barriers I put up but also the ones are just There bc of outside forces. #4. of them the disconnect that comes from not like loud music/crowds/drinking when you’re at uni. #5. the fact that the friends I have most access to I largely don’t like that much bc half are straight and southern and rich and annoying #6. the fact that a different group of friends basically just stopped talking to me and honestly didn’t really want me around that much anywa #7. the fact I don’t care that much about that. any of that. and I’m not Cool with not talking to them anymore but it’s just Happened yknow #8. the fact that’s a significant portion of the queer people I know here. and the others aren’t people I’m anywhere near as close to. #9. the way it’s my third year here and a bunch of people are graduating and opportunities to meet new people went to hell like two years ago #10. i Can meet new people and in fact am even now but everything is so much effort #11. how that’s probably how it’s gonna be the rest of my life bc being an adult sucks. I’ll get Maybe one more shot at meeting a bunch of #people quickly if I do a phd and move but that’s hellish for other reasons and I lose a lot in doing that. but I lose a lot no matter what #12. graduating sucks and so many of my friends are doing it this year. I’m not but next year will suck bc of flatmates and everyone missing #13. feeling on the edge of hockey friends bc they’re fucking hockey players and make dumb fucking jokes. and how I can’t do that #14. anxious isolated gay boy I was never gonna be cool with that and there was never any way I could’ve been on the team #15. the fact I decided not to go for the team partly bc of that and the fact I dont regret that decision. bc I like ice hockey but I couldnt #17. knowing the answers to most of my problems bc I’m at That point where I have the self awareness and maturity to some extent to see #exactly what’s going on and what’s up with it and the right way to go about things. and still feeling the fucking feelings anyway #18. the weird fucking position I occupy both w queerness and the north/south thing weirdly where I’m gay+northern + surrounded by Not #and neither feel like they belong to me. distinctly Other but not in the right way and both sides see that. always a little off #19. being socially aware enough to see exactly where things are awkward or done badly but not knowing in the moment how to make it Not #20. the way the shit The Asshole said abt my anxiety has stuck with me so much and I still think abt it all the time #21. the way he was my fucking first. a lot. and then did That to me and there’s been nobody since and that’s fine but see point 17 #22. the way shit is slow to fade both with Him and current guy (very different things that are fading) even though both are fucking dumb #23. current guy being the fourth and should know bettering and knowing that’s bullshit too and I hate it. gonna start biting #24. not having the means time or opportunity to meet other people instead. and feeling dumb abt wanting to. and abt not doing some stuff #25. the fact this list is long enough that I’m gonna run out of tags and there’s still more but it’s 4am and I’m done #luke.txt #I’ll be fine once I’ve slept on it all. I should do something abt this probably but idk what right now and I should sleep mostly so. night!!

[pkb-plus]

it's probably a bit of a plot hole for the half-dead celebi to have been able to time travel in a stopped time, but at the same time, it's not like things don't occur in a chronological order despite time being stopped in the dark future. so it kind of makes sense she could still move slightly in either direction

#plus i think trying to move in that stopped time was a very last-ditch effort on her part. not something she would have done #if she felt she had another choice. #fiftytenpost #pkmd #team totalblast

[star-crossed--lovers]

I want a partner I can rely on every front. Someone who won’t ever have me looking stupid. Someone who considers me in every situation, puts me first before anyone else, someone who knows right from wrong & won’t risk the relationship with me by doing something stupid. Someone who actually thinks of me, thinks about me & has my best interest at heart. Someone who looks out for me behind my back, who would never question their feelings about me, a partner who’s absolutely certain of me & wouldn’t let anyone influence them into feeling different about me or thinking differently of me. Someone who knows what they want with me & from me. Someone who wants to go all the way and be all in. A partner who I can confide in, turn to for anything, run to, someone who wants to share their world & their entire life with me. Someone that has outgrown their bullshit childish phase & is ready to do things right every day without excuses & without hesitation. A partner who wants love, cares about love, treasures love & protects their love life, their person & their relationship at all cost. Someone who wants the same things I do but with me. Someone who wants to take it far with me. Someone who’s willing to go above & beyond, ready to move mountains, ready to do the most about me & when it comes to me. Someone that doesn’t believe in excuses. A partner that can give me more than just sex. A partner I can have a future with, build a life with, make memories with, go through life together, grow through life together, someone who is willing every day no matter the current mood or circumstances. Grown love. The real thing. Whatever it takes. Give me that. I won’t settle for anything less. All in or All out. No in-between .

🙏❤️🙏

#Locked in together #In sync #Move like magnets #Winning together #Losing together #Going through the trenches together #Growing together #All in #Effort #Consistency #Mutual feelings #Mutual desires #Commitment #Trust #Mutual undertanding #Team work #Open Communication #Honesty #No excuses #No secrets #The right way

[gremlingottoosilly]

Clumsy Nurse!reader X Konig

Taking care of Konig while he is injured - no one would do this willingly, the colonel earning himself a reputation for not just being awfully hard to treat, always ignoring doctor's suggestions and pleads in his stubbornness, but also for being unbelievably creepy - that whenever you'd treat him, he would stare at you like you're the one who injured him in the first place. With or without a mask, the man is terrifying - but of course, clumsy dumb, you didn't hear of it. You're naive, you're new - just out of nursing school, with nothing to do in your life besides taking care of a bunch of mercs at their base. You enjoy the life - you can save up on housing, you're getting a decent penny for the efforts of being the only pretty face at the base who isn't also very deadly - you were pushed to take care of the colonel because you're the new girl and you're not scared of him yet. Konig is...infatuated. You managed to drop his patient records in the first minute of looking at him, then you dropped them again at the third minute of the meeting and, finally, managed to almost fall on him after he decided to move. You're pretty, you're cute, you're too young for an old dog like him - and you can actually convince him to stop trying to get out of the hospital as soon as possible and finally get an actual treatment. Doctors are crying from happiness because they can finally treat him properly, and you just need to stay there and smile. He loves to follow you around the base, acting like your personal guard dog. You're ditzy and light-headed, you need him to help you - if you fall down, he will help you get back on your feet. If you're harassed by someone who also thinks you're cute and vulnerable, Konig will get rid of them so you could be cute and vulnerable for him. He craves your innocence, your weakness - he is requesting you to be transferred to his unit, he is vouching for you to work solely with him and his team - so he could continue to watch you, to get to peek at your showering form(he is just making sure you wouldn't slip and fall, he is trying to help). Getting your panties from the laundry because he is doing so much to look after you, he deserves a little treat.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader

[punk-rock-kitten]

here I am, 25 years old and crying bc no one congratulated me on my birthday except for two people

#I know I should've known #but I expected that at least my former coworkers who were one of my best friends to remember #every year just gets more terrible #so sick of nearly always putting much more effort into a relationship than the other person #especially rn where I am in constant stress bc I have to find a new job and nothing fits #and I have to find a job and an apartment and move during the next two months #plus the thought of leaving my team who I thought of as friends #but only one of them texted me today #so glad the day is over soon #but I have to make a fucking cake for them tomorrow bc birthday people have to bring one #like they would notice #I am just tired of being scared of the future and the knowledge that no one really likes me expect for two people

[cloudystevie]

scary my god you're divine

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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader

word count || 3235

summary || he would do anything for you.

warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, possessive! bucky, a little bit of subspace, choking, little bit of exhibitionism kink, minor pain play, daddy kink (only three times okay i'm sorry i am who i am), degradation, unprotected sex

author's note || 18+ ONLY. not proofread yet. my very first request in a very long time! Anonymous asked: Could you write a Dombucky x Subreader? And if you wouldn't mind jealous!bucky, already established relationship and his dog tags on reader? hope you enjoy nonnie! as always feel free to send in requests or any asks! feel free to reblog! enjoy!

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Today, a select few from the team are supposed to train the new agents, preparing them for the physical aspect of being an agent. Some made it fun or tolerable, like Steve and Sam, who were born leaders and charismatic. Natasha and Wanda enjoyed supervising the sparring sessions. Tony and Bruce enjoyed using technology to throw new obstacles at the agents.

Sometimes literally.

Unfortunately, your grumpy boyfriend, Bucky, just did not find any joy in training days. He didn’t like giving out instructions and praise unless it was you who was under him. He didn’t like supervising weak punches and miscalculated throws. And technology was just a straight-up no for him.

Usually, he could make himself useful with Steve, throwing out no-nonsense orders without making himself a massive part of the effort.

You were taking the elevator down to the gym floor. Fury had instructed you to check everything out and ensure everything went according to the itinerary. 

The doors open, and you glance around to ensure no immediate problems before letting your gaze fall on Bucky; his eyes are already on you. You offer him a bright smile, which he returns with a smirk, and your stomach flutters like it does every time you see him. You’re about 7 feet away from your boyfriend before you feel a hand on your lower back. You startle and turn around to face the newest agent. He has quickly climbed through all of SHIELD’s tests and proven himself to be of great value. He chatted you up last week at Tony’s charity ball, and you tried to let him down gently since you were already happily taken. Bucky was on a mission that day, and you didn’t want to add to his mental load by telling him about some punk who wouldn’t leave you alone.

Apparently, said punk, cannot take no for an answer.

“Back for more, cutie? You finally break up with your imaginary boyfriend?” Marcus teases, but really, he sounds more taunting than playful. You glance over your shoulder as you move away from his grip, and you already see Bucky glaring directly at the spot where Marcus’ hand was on your back. The stopwatch he was holding in his flesh hand shatters, and he doesn’t even flinch when Steve and Sam apologize for him, asking what was wrong as discreetly as they could but one glance over to where you were uncomfortably held hostage by the lean brunet man told them everything they needed to know. 

Bucky cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders up as he stalks towards you two. His looming presence is felt before you can see him in your peripheral vision. You glance up at him and take an instinctive step back toward his hulking body, breathing a sigh of relief because Marcus has to let up now.

He doesn’t.

“Oh hey, Sergeant Barnes, if you don’t mind I’m actually trying to talk to this chick so…” 

The way he talks about you as if you’re not right there makes you physically recoil. Bucky’s eyes harden; he’s not even squaring up to his full stature, and he already easily dwarfs Marcus. Bucky takes a step forward, and everyone in the room comes to a standstill. Everyone shuddering at the sheer anger rolling off of Bucky and the stupidity of Marcus.

Marcus huffs out a laugh. Maybe he gets a little pasty when he’s nervous because he seems to be digging himself a deeper hole when he says something about how many girls fall at his feet and Sarge, you've got to calm down. She’s not worth all that.

In an instant, Steve and Sam command everyone to return to their tasks, and the room begins to bustle again, but with a specific weary energy that was not there before. The very next second, Marcus is picked up by the collar of his black t-shirt and slammed against the wall, the room rattling with the force of it as all the recruits try to ignore the spectacle before them. 

“Touch her again, and I will kill you,” Bucky promises. “If you look at her, I will kill you. If you even think about her, I will fucking kill you. Understand?” His voice is a low grumble, the words resounding and reverberating as you watch Marcus sputter out panicked apologies and his flailing body while Bucky still looks so self-assured and composed. It's as if he’s not scaring a man to death while simultaneously making you drool.

You call out Bucky’s name, and he looks at you over his shoulder, pinning Marcus with one final glare and shove before letting him go as the agent does the walk of shame to the washroom. It’s almost like you’re frozen in your spot. You’ve seen Bucky get aggressive on missions before, but watching him be so willing to defend you, stand up for you when you couldn’t, not even hesitating for a second when he threatened to kill for you. And the worst part is, you were confident he was dead serious. 

Even worse, something about the principle of the situation was really doing it for you.

On the outside, it might have seemed like you were in shock or panic due to the agents’ actions, so Bucky whisked you away to a private interrogation room on the floor above the gym. The whole elevator ride there, his hand is protectively on your lower back, and you just watch the rigid set of his jaw and the anger and possessiveness written all over his features with unmistakable doe eyes. The air in the elevator is thick, and neither of you says a word. Before you know it, Bucky is easily lifting you and placing you on the metal table in the middle of the dull room, and his eyes are scanning yours for any hint of panic or if you’re upset. His hands cup your face gently, the cool vibranium soothing against your heated skin, and he finally breaks the silence. “You’ve gotta say something, baby. Are you okay? After this, that idiot’s going to be gone. I’m sorry if seeing me like that upset you, sweetheart-” Your rushed words cut off his ramble, “I thought that was really hot.” You say quietly and watch as Bucky’s face contorts from one of worry to one of confusion. 

“The way you stood up for me, you were so nonchalant about killing for me. I can’t lie, James. That kind of did something for me.” You continue, biting your lip and scanning him for his reaction, hoping he didn’t take your words in the wrong way. 

He’s silent for a moment. His chest moving steadily with each breath against yours. 

The next moment, his lips are pressed against yours, and you let a surprised squeak out. Your mouth slots open when his wandering hands roughly squeeze your thigh through your satin pants, getting dangerously close to the heat pulsing between your thighs. Taking advantage of your open mouth, Bucky slips his tongue inside your mouth and you buck your hips to seek some friction against your needy core. The kiss is passionate and renders your breathless as he consumes all of your senses. All you can think, see, smell, hear, and feel is James. 

His name falls from your lips in a gasp, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, letting your head lull to the side when he peppers sloppy kisses all over your jaw, trailing down your neck and biting and licking on your sweet spot. You swat at his firm bicep, “You’re gonna leave a mark James, stop it.” Your attempt at scolding him is weak, even to your own ears.

You feel Bucky smirk against your sensitive neck, his wandering hands cupping your ass and shamelessly groping and swatting at you. “Oh really? That’s too bad baby. Gonna be a pain to cover up.” He remarks, voice dripping in cockiness.

You scoff and bite back a whimper when he grinds his undoubtedly hard length against your clothed center. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders, a shiver crawling up your spine when a particularly slow grind nudges your aching clit. “You’re such a bad influence you know that?” Your voice lacks any real conviction. Your hips move in tandem with his, both of you sharing messy kisses and your bodies thrumming with lust and pent up energy. 

“I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about looking at you.” Bucky says assuredly, and you can’t help the mewl that escapes your lips at his words. Your hands shakily going to undo his black jeans as he messily pulls yours pants down, being considerate enough not to rip them considering there was still a little more than an hour until the SHIELD training day was over. “Bucky I need you, need you to please-” Your voice is shaky and desperate, as you struggle to unbutton his jeans. He shushes you gently, cooing at you sweetly as he easily unbuttons his jeans, just enough for you to promptly pull out his erect cock. Your mouth practically waters at his length and girth, and you spit onto your hand and begin rubbing his length, swiping your thumb gently over the tip making him hiss and push his hips into your hand. 

You bite your lip and look up at him through hooded eyes, and he slaps your hand away before tearing your panties in half, the top half covering your swollen clit and the bottom scrap of fabric falling limply against the cool table. You barely have time to scold him for ripping your panties before he’s shoving his whole length inside you in one fluid thrust. Your back arches, your legs wrapping around his waist as your buddy erupts in a shiver, a short scream escaping your lips. He swallows the noise with his mouth pressed against yours as he grunts into your mouth, waiting only a short second before he begins to thrust inside you. His thrusts are slow but hard, making the heavy metal table scrape against the floor with the force of each pass of his hips into yours. 

“You’re mine, mine to touch. Mine to have. Mine to take care of.” Bucky grunts out, his movements picking up in pace as emotion swirls in his voice, his metal hand covering your neck, forcing you to stay upright in a position that allowed you to feel all of him. You sob out, digging your nails into his bicep and nodding your head, already succumbing to that foggy feeling you felt when you were so close to your boyfriend. He tuts at you, swatting your face with his flesh hand with enough force to make you moan out and clench around his length. 

“Nuh-uh sweetheart, you’re not going dumb on me that quick. Use your words, tell me you’re mine. Tell me I’m yours.” His voice is commanding and you force yourself to look at him, pulling on his shirt and tugging on his dog tugs to get him closer, your foreheads pressing against each other as his thrusts continue to get faster. “I’m yours James, only yours. You’re only mine. No one else. Just you.” Your words are slurred as he groans out a good girl in approval and decides that he wants your shirt off. He skillfully manages to slip your navy blue long-sleeve off and unhooks your bra in one motion, freeing your tits to the cold air of the room, forcing the buds into sensitive peaks which Bucky is quick to take advantage of. His hands squeeze and pull at your tits, tugging and pinching cruelly at your nipples making you whine. 

Your bodies are pressed so close to one another, each pull of his hips making his pelvis rub against your aching clit, stray tears streaming down your face and your chest heaving and pushed up against Bucky.

If anyone were to walk in right now the picture would be nothing short of debauched. You completely bare on the table, Bucky completely clothed. Getting absolutely plowed if the screech of the metal against the floor was anything to go by. Your moans get higher in pitch and volume making Bucky grunt, another swat to your cheek making your brain foggy. “Shut the fuck up slut. You want everyone to see you getting fucked like the bitch in heat you are?” But if your moans and increasing wetness are anything to go by, yes, a deep and dark part of you does want that. Bucky laughs at you, shaking his head in faux disbelief and you wrap your lips around his dog tags, enjoying the soothing sensation brought by the cool metal. Bucky looks down at your lips wrapped around the dog tags he never seemed to take off and he let out a wrecked sound. You clench around him at the sound making his rhythm falter.

Before you can even process the loss of his proximity, your back is flat against the table and his dog tags are now around your neck, landing on your chest and glimmering in the dull fluorescent lighting of the room. Bucky slams himself back inside of you, the unmistakable squelch of your wetness filling up the room alongside both of your noises of pleasure. Your high-pitched and pornographic mewls and his low grunts and deep groans. You cry out his name as your head lulls to the side, eyes shutting in bliss as your fingers move to give your aching clit some attention. But Bucky lets out a disappointed grunt, grabbing your jaw in his hand and forcing you to maintain eye contact. “Look away from me again and I won’t let you cum for a fucking week stupid baby.” Bucky threatens. “You better fucking pay attention to who’s fucking you dumb. No need to close your eyes and imagine when you’ve got the real thing right here.”

Each of his words ignites a newfound purpose in Bucky as he pounds into you impossibly harder, his hand swatting against your cheek again and wrapping around your neck, keeping you in place to take all of his thrusts. He knows you always struggle to keep your eyes open and you don’t doubt that he will follow through on his threat. He has always enjoyed testing your weakness and pushing your limits. 

“Feels s’good. You’re so big Jamie. S’big, so good s’too good.” Your words are breathy and frail, your fingers rubbing quick circles around your aching button. A mean laugh rumbles in his chest as he watches the way his dog tags move with your tits, the sight is intoxicating and fuels Bucky to continue his torment. “There she is my dumb little baby. Couldn’t help yourself huh? Can’t help the way your brain goes quiet when I have my dick inside you.” His words should be humiliating but they only spur you on, your fingers on the verge of cramping but the jolts of pleasure are so overwhelming you can’t stop. “Jus’ need you. Need you to make it better. ‘M yours Daddy, only yours.” 

“That’s it baby, I know, I know it feels so good huh. Daddy’s here baby, Daddy’s gonna take care of his needy baby.” Bucky’s head falls back on a moan when you clench around him, your walls pulsing and a ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. Your orgasm was surely just a few moments away and Bucky’s lips curled up in a smirk.

He folds your legs at the knee, sliding you closer to him with the pressure he has on your throat, the angle making him rub against your sweet spot with each deliriously pleasurable thrust. You squeal out his name, getting even louder than before and he shoves his dog tags into your mouth, muffling your garble out unintelligeble pleads to cum. With one hand Bucky squeezes your throat, and with the other he pinches at your nipples, tugging the sensitive flesh before trailing his hand down your body and slapping your hand away from your clit, he moves his lips down to your ears, licking up your earlobe before whispering his command, “Cum. Cum right fucking now or you don’t get to cum at all.” His fingers pinch your clit and the sudden burst of pain has you tensing your legs up, squealing out nonsense around the dog tags in your mouth and reaching your peak. Your body shakes against the table as Bucky pounds you through your high, his words of encouragement falling on deaf ears as you teeter between consciousness and unconsciouness. His body overwhelming your mind and soul. 

His fingers release your throat and you look up at him with watery eyes, bringing him down to rest your foreheads against each other as he nears his own high. Your lips are pressing against each other, “There isn’t a single person in the world I wouldn’t kill for you. I would do anything for you. You are everything to me.” Bucky murmurs in a pussy-drunk stupor. But the words are true, he has said them to you before and will say them a thousand times again. You taught him how to live again, not just survive. 

A broken cry falls from your lips from sensitivity and Bucky’s impassioned thrusts turn sloppy as he moans out your name, pulling you impossibly closer as he fills you with his cum. At the feeling of being completely stuffed by him, your second release is triggered and you shake in his hold as he comes down from his high. He presses lazy kisses against your lips and rubs his hands soothingly up and down your body, easing you out of your submissive state. He gently pulls himself out, using the handkerchief he carries around to wipe your thighs clean, but letting his cum keep your pussy messy. He quickly wipes himself off and helps you dress yourself. 

A few more giggly kisses and you’re pretty much ready to go back down to the gym. Just in time to catch the final thing on today’s agenda: sparring. Bucky walks one step behind you, his hand back again on your lower back protectively as a path is cleared to the front of the ring where your friends are supervising Marcus and another recruit preparing for the second round of their match. Natasha and Wanda offer you knowing smirks and you roll your eyes with heat creeping up cheeks as you shyly glance up at Bucky through your eyelashes to find him already looking at you with a stupid smile. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and watches with intent as Steve and Sam coach their respective agents. 

“Looking strong, Marcus!” Bucky calls out and you swat his chest making him laugh. Marcus takes one look at you, Bucky’s dog tags now around your neck and falling on your shirt, teeth imprints on your neck, and swollen lips. Poor Marcus falters, and the other recruit takes advantage of his distraction and easily tackles him to the ground, winning the second round. Bucky takes a single step closer to the ring where Sam is helping Marcus up, and the smirk on your arrogant boyfriend’s face is adorable. “Better luck next time buddy,” he says supportively. Sam flicks Bucky in the forehead, unable to hide the smile on his face, “Dumbass.”

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