#bionic staring machine

[fasole-dulce]

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[keferon]

TexAid continues to rot my brain I hope you don't mind I had an idea for Shockwave. Warning for mentioned super unethical experimentation.

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Vortex didn’t remember the first day his dad had brought him to work. He’d been too young, young enough to have stars in his eyes about giant robots and a desire to be tested by the cool machines his dad worked on, according to what he’d been told. The standard idiot child. 

Of course that had been where him being standard had ended. 

But that meant he had grown up at the facility, that he knew it better than almost anyone else and knew everyone in it. Which was why he was currently keeping his cockpit shut tight even as First Aid kept hammering the button to open it. 

Shockwave, the only pilot to ever make it to retirement was on the other side of his one way red glass visor staring like he could see through it. Maybe he could. Once upon a time he had been kind. Once upon a time he had actual eyes instead of the bionic yellow glow that shrunk and grew as he focused it. 

His mech had had a fatal accident, one that should have killed him too. But Shockwave hadn’t been lucky enough to die, instead he had been a test subject, to see if machine and human could get just a little closer to being one. 

Vortex had never liked any of his pilots enough to care but looking at Shockwave made him mentally promise First Aid that he would never let him live if he got heavily wounded in a fight. If Vortex was dying he’d take the other man with him as a mercy. Better that than this, having everything he was scooped out. 

One metal hand came up to tap on his glass, like he was knocking on the door of a house. “Vortex let me meet him, I want to see why this one is special.” 

First Aid stopped trying to open the visor and slunk back behind the pilot seat and if Vortex could relax he would have at having him less exposed. Vortex wondered if he should chew First Aid up a little? Make him less special? But it was too late. 

The only consolation was that his reputation as a pilot killer protected First Aid, made him too valuable to let him be dragged down into Shockwave’s lab for tests that weren’t a guaranteed success. 

Shockwave continued, “Wouldn’t you like to have a body again? The first mech to human full-translation. You're an ideal candidate for obvious reasons.” But of course that wasn’t what he really wanted. No Shockwave’s real project was human to mech translation, more than what had been done to him, on a grander scale than replacing most of a human with a machine. Shockwave was large, but he was still person sized. 

Vortex had been smart enough to keep his existence at rumors and Shockwave couldn’t prove he was in here. He was trying to use First Aid to lure him out. 

He felt First Aid’s hands tighten on the back of the seat, as if he was ready to fight being pulled away from it. But Vortex kept his cockpit closed and after a long time Shockwave sighed and turned away. “Well perhaps once you get bored of him, just leave him in usable pieces.” 

Vortex watched him jump off the gangway and heard the sound of metal hitting the ground below him before easy footsteps. For a moment he was jealous of what Shockwave had, but not at that price. Even after he was gone it took a long moment before Vortex let his cockpit open. It took longer for First Aid to leave it. 

OH DAMN…

YOU KNOW WHAT. As much as I love Senator Shockwave. The Idea of him being that creepy fucking scientist really fits here oh my god

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Grumpy Soldier » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky is grumpy.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names for Y/N (doll), pet names for Bucky (baby boy)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“Heads up, he’s grumpy today.” Sam says, patting your shoulder.

“Who’s grumpy?” You asked.

“The bionic staring machine.” He says as he walks away.

You walked into the lounge room to see Bucky sitting on the couch, staring at the wall in front of him with a grumpy look on his face.

“Bucky?” You say, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

“What?” Bucky mumbles, not looking at you.

“Are you ok?” You asked.

“I’m fine.” He mumbles again.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“I said I’m fine!” He says, raising his voice causing you to flinch at his sudden change of tone.

Bucky caught the way you flinched and immediately regretted raising his voice.

“I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you.” He apologizes.

Bucky pulled you onto his lap and kissed your lips.

“It’s ok. I just want to know what’s going on. I’m your girlfriend. You can tell me anything.” You say.

Bucky didn’t say anything. He just looked down at your lap, drumming his metal fingers against your thigh.

“Baby boy, what’s got you in a grumpy mood today?” You asked.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night.” He says quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked worriedly.

“You were in such a good mood this morning that I didn’t want to worry you.” He says.

“You still could’ve told me.” You say.

Bucky leaned his against your chest and sighed. You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp causing him to hum at the feeling.

“Let’s go home and cuddle.” You say.

Bucky nodded in agreement. You stood up from his lap and held your hand out for him to take. He happily put his hand in yours. Bucky lightly tugged you against him and kissed you passionately making you smile against his lips.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky says against your lips.

“I love you too, baby boy.” You say with a smile.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[wintersoldiersoul]

Hey sweetie,

I just came across your account and your content is so great. I love your stories. I wanted to request something smutty but also angsty. What about Bucky loving doggy, the way our ass ripples, this and that. We enjoy it to, up to the point where we talk to our friends and they say that if a guy only takes you from behind he doesn’t find you attractive (which is Bull because Bucky adores us). We start to feel bad about ourselves Bucky is confused and we talk to him, he is shocked that we would even consider thinking it, and then he shows us how attractive and beautiful he finds us???

You don’t have to write it if you don’t want to, but this is an idea I’ve had for some time.

A/N: TY FOR THIS REQUEST!!! I love this idea so so much. I hope you enjoy!

“Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it,” Bucky growled as he pounded into you. You were on all fours on the bed, letting Bucky use your body however he wanted. One thing about your man was that he loved doggy style. Loved ruining you from behind and watching the way your ass jiggled as he did it. “So fucking tight,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust and a slap to your ass. 

Your breathing sped up and you moaned louder and louder as he relentlessly moved his cock and and out of you. “Bucky!” You screamed as your orgasm washed over you, soaking his dick.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He groaned, closing his eyes and shooting his load into you. “God, I love you so much,” he said afterwards, cleaning you up and laying down beside you.

“I love you, too,” you smiled, getting comfy in his arms and falling asleep.

The next day, you were out to lunch with Nat and Wanda, a weekly tradition that you tried to keep up.

“Well, someone looks tired,” Nat smirked. “Barnes keeping you up all night?” 

You covered your face and laughed. “Hey, my man wants what he wants.” You were never one to shy away from talking about sex, especially when your boyfriend looked like a fucking god.

“You know,” Nat asked, with an eyebrow raised. “I have always been a little curious what the bionic staring machine is like in bed.”

“He’s… I don’t know,” you laughed.

“Oh come on!” Wanda pushed. “We need to know!”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know! He’s what you’d expect, I guess. He loves doggy. Like, loves it.”

Nat and Wanda looked at each other. “Doggy?”

“Yeah… Is that bad?” You asked, heart racing. You and Bucky had only been together for about 6 months. Sure, you had said I love you to each other but it was still relatively new. You were still learning what each other liked both in and out of bed.

“So, he doesn’t look at your face while he fucks you?” Natasha asked, blunt as ever.

You felt yourself blush. “Well…no, I mean…” you stuttered. “He just said he really likes my ass.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry but every man I’ve ever been with loves to watch his girls face as he makes her feel good,” Wanda added.

You hesitated. “Do you guys think he’s not attracted to me?”

“No!” Nat quickly answered. “Not that he’s not attracted to you…I don’t know. I just think maybe you should talk to him.” Even though she had answered no, you knew she meant yes. Did Bucky not think you were attractive? Was your boyfriend not attracted to you?

Later, you sat on the couch stewing in your own thoughts. How could you even bring this up to him? He walked through the front door and rushed over to you.

“Hey, baby,” he smiled, kissing your forehead. God, he won’t even really kiss me, you thought. He must think I’m disgusting. 

“Hi,” you forced a small smile back.

“So I was thinking maybe tonight we could go out to dinner? That little Italian place that you love? Then we could walk around, get some ice cream, and dance in the street… I just wanna have a nice night with my girl.” 

You looked up at him wondering why he’d wanna do all that with you silently. “Sure,” you answered flatly, still overthinking your entire relationship.

Bucky walked over and sat down next to you on the couch. “You okay, honey? You’re so quiet.” 

Well, Y/N, it’s now or never. You took a deep breath. “Bucky… do you think I’m pretty?” You asked with shaking hands.

“What?” He looked at you with soft eyes. “Baby, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He took your hands in his. “Why are you asking that? Do you want me to tell you more? I know I’m not the best with my words sometimes but I-”

“No, it’s not you,” you interrupted. There was no way around it now. “I-its just that I got lunch with Nat and Wanda before. And they basically said that if a guy likes doggy he’s not attracted to you.” 

Bucky’s eyes practically popped out of his head at your words. “They said what? Baby, please tell me you don’t believe that!”

You looked down, tears starting to fill your eyes. “I-I don’t know,” you sighed.

“Oh angel,” he put his head under your chin, gently tilting your head to meet his eyes. “You are so beautiful. I don’t understand how it’s physically possible for a person to be so beautiful, honestly. I love your eyes and the way they glow in the sun. I love your hair, I love your tits, I love every fucking thing about you.”

“But why do you always wanna do doggy?” You asked quietly, hoping he wouldn’t laugh at your question. 

“You wanna know why?” He smirked. “Because your ass is fucking fantastic. I love the way it ripples everytime I pound into you. I love smacking it and watching how it makes you moan. I like seeing you ass up, pussy soaked, reading to take me. I love the way you fucking scream when my balls hit your clit.” His words had you starting to clench your legs together. “But baby, you know what I hate about doggy? That I can’t see your stunning face and the way your eyes scrunch up when you soak my cock.” He kissed your neck and nibbled your ear lobe before whispering, “I hate that I can’t suck on your perfect tits while I split you open with my dick. That, I really fucking hate.”

“B-Bucky,” you whispered, eyes already fluttering as he continued to suck on your neck.

“Lemme show you how fucking gorgeous you are. Every single part of you.” You nodded and he immediately ripped off your shirt and pulled his own pants down, leaving him in just his boxer. His hands found your tits, thumbs gently flicking over your nipples. “So fucking perfect,” he growled before placing one of your nipples in his mouth and running the tip of his tongue over it, while using his metal hand to pinch at the other. 

“O-oh fuck,” you moaned softly. 

He kissed down your bare stomach until he reached the top of your pants. “May I?” He asked. You nodded eagerly, feeling your slick pooling in your underwear. He hooked his fingers into the top of your pants, leaving you in just your soaked pantines. “God, angel. Look at how wet you are, I can see it through the fabric.” He ran his hands up and down your lower thighs as he spoke. “So perfect. So beautiful. God, I love these thighs. Love the way they close around my head when I eat your pussy.” With that, he ripped your underwear in half, discarding the fabric behind him. He wasted no time in bringing his tongue to your slit, a moan slipping out as he tasted you. He ate you out feverishly, alternating between thrusting his tongue into your entrance, and licking and sucking your swollen clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned when he created a vaccuum around your clit and inserted two fingers inside of you. “Oh god!” You cried out as his ministrations led you barreling towards an orgasm. He locked his eyes with yours as he ruined you, watching your face as you exploded all over his.

“Shit, you look so pretty when you cum,” he hummed after detaching himself from you. “Come here, baby girl,” he pulled you close and kissed you, letting your taste on his tongue transport into yours as well. “Feel how fucking hard you make me,” he said. You looked down and placed a hand on the rock-hard erection that was begging to be set free. His tip was already leaking, creating a wet spot on the fabric that had your mouth watering. “You do that to me, Y/N. Only you make me hard. Only you can make my dick fucking hurt because I need you so bad. Okay, princess?” He was looking at you with so much love in his eyes. He needed you to know how perfect he found you, no matter what. You were his world. He adored you and the fact that anything he had done had made you feel like he didn’t broke him apart.

“Okay, Jaimie,” you said softly, looking deep into his eyes. He groaned at the use of his first name, a secret turn on of his that you had discovered early on. He pulled his underwear down, not able to wait anymore. You turned around on your hands and knees like you always did, but Bucky stopped you.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing?” he asked, sternly.

“Did you not wanna have sex?” You teased.

“Oh, I wanna have sex,” he laughed. “And I wanna look into your beautiful eyes and watch those tits bounce as I make you cum and tell you that I love you.”

His words make you blush. “But Jaimie, you like doggy. That’s okay,” you protested. You were a people pleaser by nature, so of course you wanted your man to feel good.

“Yeah, I do, because you have a fucking incredible ass,” he shrugged. “But I also like any position where I get to feel your pussy stretching around me. And I wanna look at my beautiful angel while I do that right now, okay?”

You swallowed hard. Of course the two of you did do other positions, but not very often. “C-Can I ride you?”

He threw his head back as he moaned. “You’re a fucking wet dream, I swear,” he said, laying down and pulling you on top of him. 

You moved your hips over his dick, letting it run up and down your slit but not entering you just yet. He kissed you passionately, once again playing with your nipples as you teased him. 

“Honey girl, please,” he begged eventually, looking up at you with lust filled eyes and swollen lips. You raised your hips, aligning the leaking tip of his cock before sinking down. The two of you gasped out at the feeling. “Holy fucking shit, Y/N,” he said as you started to bounce your hips. His eyes remained open, watching the way your face twisted and boobs jiggled as you moved. He was completely in awe of you.

“J-james, I’m so close,” you panted. Your words triggered him to thrust his hips up to meet yours harshly, dialing the pleasure up even more. His thumb found your clit, stroking it harshly but just how you liked it.

“Cum, my beautiful angel,” he encouraged. “Lemme see how fucking pretty you are when you cum.” 

You cried out as you came, the clenching of your walls triggering Bucky’s orgasm too. 

Once you had both ridden out your highs, you carefully removed him from your body and he got up to get you a towel. Afterwards, he lay down next to you, face to face. “Baby,” he looked deeply into your eyes. “Please never believe a word Nat and Wanda tell you again. Me not being attracted to you? That’s like saying the sky isn’t blue or grass isn’t green. I’m basically walking around hard 24/7 because of you.”

You laughed at his words. “Thank you for making me feel better, Buck.”

“I will spend forever showing you how much I fucking love you.”

[ravenromanova]

I don’t like gifts

Parings: Loki x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!! Master kink, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (m and f), Squirting, Praise kink. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+!!! Slight angst with happy ending, Fluffy Loki.

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~ You smiled as you put the finishing touches on the final gift for your team. This specific gift though you spent extra time in picking out and wrapping wanting to make sure it was perfect. Granted the person it was for didn’t like gifts and thought the whole holiday was stupid. But you ended up getting him some nonetheless because he deserves something nice.

Once you finished you put all the presents in a bag and headed to the living room. The sounds of christmas music and laughter filled your ears as you walked into the room. There sat your family, the people who you loved more than anything sitting around the fireplace. Smiles adorned everyone’s face as they exchanged gifts and shared stories. The only person you didn’t see though was Loki though which wasn’t surprising but still a little disappointing.

“Heya sunshine!” Steve beamed as he walked up and took the bag of presents from you to help you. “Are these for the whole team?” He asked a little shocked with how much you got everyone.

“Uh yea i might’ve gone a little overboard” You responded a little sheepishly. Steve sat the gifts next to the tree where Tony and Pepper handing out gifts to everyone.

“Might’ve is an understatement sunshine” Tony chimed in as you sat on the couch next to Wanda. You smiled shyly as Tony started handing out the gifts you got for everyone.

Bucky got two new knives and a book about astrology. Natasha received a new thigh holster and gun. Wanda got more of her favorite painting supplies. Vision got a book called “emotions for dummies” which everyone found hysterical. You got Clint new arrows to which he thanked you profusely since Kate lost all of his and you also gave him gifts for his family. Peter got new comic books. Steve got a new sketch pad and pencils. Kate got a new super suit and Lucky got a pizza toy. Yelena got three bottles of vodka and a knife. Tony and Pepper got an all expenses paid trip to cancun for a week. Morgan got endless barbie dolls and stuffed animals. Thor got ten big boxes of pop tarts. Bruce got a new lab coat and a bunch of sciencey books you didn’t understand. Pietro received three hoodies and new running shoes that he’d been wanting for a while. You also got the guardians and Carol gifts but they weren’t on earth right now so they get them when they came back. And last but not least you got Loki a first addition of pride and prejudice, two new knives with gold and green details engraved, a new journal with feather pens and a soft dark green blanket.

The reactions everyone gave to their gifts made your heart grow three sizes. Pretty much everyone gave you a hug… even the bionic staring machine which took you by surprise. And on the flip side you got more gifts than you thought possible.

Tony gave you five grand in cash. Pepper got you a huge basket of self care goodies. Morgan gave you multiple drawings of you and her doing her favorite things together. Nat and Wanda gave you a spa gift certificate claiming you need to relax more. Vision gave you the new pots and pans set you’d been wanting forever. Clint and Kate along with his family got you a puppy you named “Lucy” and some new hoodies. Bucky gave you a knife to which you both laughed. Bruce and Steve teamed up and got you atleast fifteen books. Thor gave you endless sweets and candy. Yelena gave you five bottles of your favorite liquor. Peter gave you a new supersuit that him and Tony designed specially for you. Pietro thoughtfully got you some soft throw blankets, slippers and a new stuffed unicorn.

Needless to say by the end of the gift exchange you never felt so loved by everyone. The night ended around one am when everyone decided to head to bed. But fortunately for you this was your time to give Loki his gifts. You knew he was more than likely hiding out in the library not wanting to deal with humans and their stupid holiday. So once everyone bid goodnight you gathered his gifts and headed to the library.

And of course when you entered the library there he was in all his glory. He was sitting in the bay window is the library reading a book with a slight smile on his face. The light of the moon hit his face lightly and made him look even more ethereal than normal.

“Hey Lo” You said softly as you approached him with all his gifts in hands.

“Hello” Was all he replied with making you frown a little.

“You weren’t at the gift exchange “ You stated with your brows furrowed causing him to look up at you.

“That is correct” His voice was gruff as he spoke making your knees a little weak and your heart sped up.

“Well i know you think this holiday is dumb but i still got you some gifts” Your words caused him to raise his eyebrows at you and scoff a little.

“I don’t like gifts” He said as he closed the book and turned to fully face you. The way his eyes bore into your soul made you even more nervous about giving him the gifts than before.

“Yeah well i still got you some so deal with it” The sassiness of your words surprised the both of you. He smirked and nodded his head a little telling you to hand him the gifts. You swallow your nerves and hand him the wrapped gifts with shaky hands.

Loki takes the gifts and starts unwrapping them one by one inspecting each of them as he goes. You watched as his eyes lit up as he ran his fingers across the lettering on the book, how he moved the new blades in between his fingertips, his fingers grasped the dark green fabric of the blanket and he smiled softly, and you swore he giggled a little at the new journal and pens.

“I take it back” He said suddenly as he looks at all the gifts. “I love gifts” The smile that adorned his face made your heart melt.

“You like them?” You asked nervously. Loki then stood up and took your hands into his and his blue green eyes stared into your soul.

“y/n i love them” He said honestly and you smiled brightly at his words. His hands moved up your arms and then cupped the sides of your face. “Tell me if you want me to stop” He whispered as he leaned in.

“Dont stop” You whispered back looking up at him. That was all it took for his lips to crash into yours and bring you in for a bruising and passionate kiss. The both of you simultaneously moaned at the taste of each other.

You were so caught up in the moment that you didn’t even notice that he teleported you two to his room. But eventually you had to come up for air which is when you finally realized.

“I like your room” The words were soft as they left your lips. Your eyes scanned his room and you took in the dark green couch, extremely soft looking bedding and the ancient paintings that adorned the walls. The room was decorated just like you thought it would be.

“I think you’ll like it a lot better on my bed” His boldness made you weak in the knees and arousal pool in between your thighs.

“I think i would too” You said with a smile as you climbed onto his bed. “Oh yea this is definitely better” Loki smiled as he watched you sprawl out on his bed.

“You most certainly belong there pet” His voice was low and his eyes darkened as he slowly crawled on top of you. “Such a pretty pet” He cooed rubbing his calloused fingers over your cheekbones.

“I need you” The pleading look in your eyes made his cock stir in his pants. He then flicked his wrist and suddenly you were fully naked underneath him.

“I’m going to ruin you for any other man” He husked in your ear causing a shiver to course through your body. His rough hands trailed up and down your body as he admired your beauty.

Loki slowly cupped your face again and brought you in for a much more passionate and loving kiss. He snaked his hand in between your thighs as he kissed you making you moan in his mouth.

“So wet for me” He kissed below your ear before he sat on his knees and looked at your pussy with desire. He smiled again before he decided to get comfortable in between your thighs.

Your brows furrowed in confusion . “W-What are you doing?” Your voice was laced in nervousness as you looked directly into his eyes.

“I need to taste your pet” And without any further explanation his tongue darted out and licked a bold strip asking your folds.

“Oh god!” The sensation of his warm mouth on you made your back arches off the bed and your eyes shut in pleasure.

“As much as i love hearing that title fall from your lips… it’s master to your pet” Your eyes snapped open at his words and you nodded your head in understanding. “Words pet or i wont touch you” He commanded bringing his free hand to grip your chin.

“Yes master” A smile quickly over to his face as you spoke and that was enough for him to dive back in. He spread your lips and started sucking on your clit like a man starved.

You threw your head back on the pillow feeling overwhelmed but in a good way. The sensation was something you’ve never felt before but welcomed it with open arms. The way his tongue lapped the bundle of nerves make you reel in pleasure.

“I-I’m gonna cum master” The words were broken as they fell past your lips.

“Cum for me pet be a good girl and cum” He commanded and before you even registered his words he was shoving two of his thick fingers in you.

“OH FUCK!!” Your hands flew to his raven locks and pulled for dear life at the intrusion. His fingers curled as he thrusted them into you and hit your g-spot deliciously. Before you could speak again your felt your orgasm rip through you and you came all over Loki’s face.

Loki smiled as he came up from between your thighs and he licked his fingers clean. “You taste as delicious as you look pet” His praises made your heart speed up again and another wave of arousal hit you.

“I wanna taste you master” You pleaded sitting up on your knees and moving your gave up and down his body. “Youre wearing too much clothing” You whined as your snaked your hand under his black t shirt.

“So eager to please” He smiled as he flicked his wrist again and he was naked in front of you. You couldn’t help but marvel at the god in front of you. His tanned skin, rippled abs, thick thighs, and not to mention his pretty cock. Never in your life did you ever find a man’s dick attractive but holy fuck his was perfect.

His hands on your cheeks brought you out of your trance. “Go ahead pet make your master feel good” His gruff voice was enough to send you over the edge again. You simply smiled at him and changed positions so he was laying against the pillows.

Once he was situated on the against the pillows you settled in between his thighs but not before kissing all over him first. Finally you got settled and sent him a devious smile. At first you started slow with some gentle kitten licks and kisses all up and down his shaft making sure to pay attention to the thick vein running from base to tip.

“Fuck” You heard him moan when you finally took him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down and luckily your gag reflex wasn’t a problem. “Just like that baby” He groaned and you hummed at the new nickname falling from his lips which in turn make his cock twitch.

You continued sucking him like a lollipop which caused a series of moans and profanities fall from his lips. Suddenly his hands were in your hair and he pulled your head up.

“As much as i’m loving this is much rather cum in you than your mouth my dear pet” He said softly rubbing his finger over toe bottom lip.

“Please” You begged him sitting back on your knees and then slowly crawled on top of his lap. His hands found home on your hips as he helped you straddle him.

“Gonna make you feel so good” Loki said with determination along with his signature smirk.

“Please master” Your begged again as you lined yourself up with his aching cock. That was all the go ahead he needed and before you knew it he was slamming himself into you.

“Oh gods” You moaned throwing your head back in pleasure. Loki gave you time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting into you.

“So fucking tight” He groaned squeezing your hips harder. Your hands flew to his chest and you held on tight as you rode him. Never in your life had you felt this full and satisfied. And now that you’ve had a taste of what being with him was like you knew you couldn’t be without him again.

“Fuck Loki i’m gonna cum!” The moan that escaped you was nothing short of sinful.

“Cum for me pet” He demanded as his thrusts became harder and rougher. It didn’t take much longer for you and him to cum with loud and pornographic moans. Loki came and filled you with every last drop of his seed till there was nothing left.

“Oh fuck” You said breathlessly as you collapsed onto his chest. “That was fucking amazing”

“Agreed” He said rubbing his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner.

“I dont want this to be a one time thing Loki” You admitted still laying on his chest not wanting to look him in the eye.

“Who said this was a one time thing darling? Who said i wasn’t planning on keeping you here forever?” He said as he brought his fingers up lightly from your chin and look up at him.

“Really?” The question came out more insecure than you wanted but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Really” He brought his hands to your face again ava kissed you passionately. It was that moment you knew he was the one for you.

“I love you Loki” You smiled brightly as you held onto his face.

“I love you too darling” He responded with so much passion and love in his voice something you knew was only for your abs that made it that much better.

Shortly after the both of you fell into a blissful sleep wrapped around each other. Content smiles adorned both your faces as you two slept. Neither of you thought you end up here when you first walked into the library tonight but couldn’t be happier that it did.

~The end~ A/n: I GOT WAY TO CARRIED AWAY BUT OH WELL!! i hope you enjoyed by first loki story ;)

[bubbarnes]

“... they cleared the bionic staring machine, and he killed almost everybody he's met.”

[wilsonfisk-thekingpin]

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[justawhitewolf]

💙Name: James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes (he/him, demisexual and bisexual)

💙Nicknames: Bionic Staring Machine (thanks Sam), Jerk (Steve), Miłość (Lina)

❄️Alias: The Winter Soldier (formerly)

💙Born: 10th of March 1925 Indiana or 1917 in Brooklyn (fucking multiverse)

💙Star Sign: Pisces

💙Father: Deceased

💙Mother: Winnifred @winnifred-winni-barnes

💙Sister: Becca @the-barnes-girl

💙Nieces: Morgan @official-morganstark and Serena @serenastark-official (adopted)

💙 Daughter: Novie @they-call-me-birdsong Em @just-a-fucking-civilian Dani

💙 Son: Leo (adopted) @poor-lost-leo Wyatt @they-call-me-ricochet

💙Languages: English, Russian (but I don’t like it), some Polish, Xosha

❄️Species: Super Soldier

❄️Powers: Enhanced speed, strength, hearing and healing, vibranium arm

❄️Skills: former assassin, sniper

💙 Wife: Lina Lehnsherr @mutantontheloose

💙 Boyfriend: Sam Wilson @captain-s-falcon

💙Affiliated: The Avengers, Thunderbolts

💙Friends: Steve Rogers @americas-favourite-fossil Sam Wilson @captain-s-falcon

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Mandated therapy and Amends list

[mostlymarvelgirl]

Older [Part 1 of 3]

(James "Bucky" Barnes X OC Irina)

Words: 1.5k

WARNING: 18+, Initial Pedophilic Attraction, Mentions Of Anorexia, Age Gap [Legal], Irina (OC) is 20.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION.

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5 days.

5 days since Bucky had left Sam's family and bid them goodbye. He was going to miss them. The closure. The warmth. The togetherness.

But now, it was back to square one. No more Sam or S.H.I.E.L.D. or anyone. No more of that damn therapist either. It felt quiet. Again. The routine creeping back to him. Wake up and eat. Walk around and remember what he did. Repent his previous sins by comforting the families that got left behind. And by the time that happened, it was evening and he had his daily drink. But now, the list was over. Nothing to do anymore.

The bar wasn't any upper-class place, but it was alright. Good enough. Not too much attraction or crowd to deal with it. Everybody minding their own business and hanging with their own groups. He guessed the blip was pretty helpful in that way. Everybody got trust issues after it. Nobody wanted to know new people and move along. After all, everyone is a danger. He thought to himself. And also interacting wasn't his strongest suit. He preferred to look. Or as Sam called it "the bionic staring machine" look. He would roll his eyes every time Sam said it.

The beer he had gotten a hour ago had finally become warm. He chuckled to himself quietly wondering how lost he is. The weather was perfect, atleast at the moment. It was warm and chill at the same time. Quite pleasant. Nothing could go wrong.

He would notice a few minors trying to fake their age and fumle to get a drink not knowing it's name. It was nothing new. Nothing surprising. Or special. He saw a few older teens enter. Looking all dressed to blend in like adults. Of course he knew that. He could tell. After all, being an ex-assassin, an ex-spy and an ex-soldier helped with these things. Boring things.

A girl was there. On his right. He knew she was a college student. She could've been some 19 or 20. But, hey.... there was nothing wrong to look, just a little for observation purposes. She was not extraordinarily beautiful or drop dead gorgeous, but she was... something. Her green eyes gave off a youthful air despite the exhaustion that was evident in her face, her straight dark brown hair, and those natural pale pink lips. She had mildly dark underbags on her eyes. She looked as if she was done with everything and just wanted to melt into a deep darkness. He could give her that. That deep darkness. Soo deep and far down that she could never climb out. That's what he wanted to do to her. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts before he let himself take it over him. Then, she spoke.

"Umm.. do you have anything light but not expensive?", she asked while trying to sound experienced, and like as if she had done it before and was an adult.

Bucky chuckled. The girl turned to him. He could see she was not happy with his reaction. Typical. And he loved that. Why? He didn't know. But he did. There was that part in him that never left. The monster was never gone. It was still in there. It couldn't be caged forever. And she was just a small trigger for it come out. Even if it was just for a few seconds.

"Excuse me? Did you hear something funny?", she demanded him. Bucky turns his head to his right.

"Next time, you might want to come prepared to sound like it.", Bucky replied casually and aimed at the bartender, Gary.

"How many are you there?", Bucky asked her.

She wanted to snap back at him and slap him, but she felt that something about was dangerous and dark. Not in the good way at all. He just gave off this vibration of a nice person, but something felt cold and unknown. She didn't know him well enough, but she knew to trust her guts to keep her mouth shut than to provoke something she didn't know.

"Umm... 6 including me", she hesitantly replied. Bucky liked it. He could already feel her submitting to her instincts. He looked at her more clearly but not in the creepy way. He noticed her body. She was wearing a black dress. Pretty tight and till right above her knees. She was thin. Not naturally.. but sickly thin. He could feel it. The lack of proper and basic nutrition and that stupid trend to look "perfect." He thought to himself how weird the world had become and come to, some things had never changed. Crimes, trends, insecurities, and fears. Always there, regardless. He avoided rolling his eyes. He didn't want make any sort of impression that he knew about her.

"Gary, 6 apple martini's."

Gary nodded, and before he could look at the girl, Bucky replied, "It's on me."

He turned towards her and introduced himself.

She smiled back at him. Or at least she thought she did. It looked more like her lips pressed thinly. She face palmed herself mentally at her response.

"I'm James, by the way." He let out a small, simple, and polite smile.

"I'm Irina. Umm, and you don't have to like pay for us. I don't mean to offend you, but you really shouldn't pay for us. And like we- um kinda got our money and don't want to give this trouble and I'm really um sorry that-that- i-i", she started to ramble out of nervousness. He cuts her off.

"It's alright. I got it. You don't have return anything at all alright?", Bucky replied confirming her doubts.

She nodded and gave a small forced smile. She didn't like what he was doing at all. She didn't want to argue, more like did not know how to argue with him. He didn't seem quite like someone you would to argue with. He had these aura of something she couldn't point out and it scared the hell out of her. She thought herself to be good at reading people, but clearly not. She couldn't tell his intentions at all. He didn't seem scary, but something just didn't sit well with her. She didn't know what to say next or how to continue the conversation till the drinks arrived and her friends were clearly chatting somewhere in the back not bothering to side her here at the bar. She hated the silence between them. She wanted say something but didn't know what.

Bucky could feel her gears turning in her head. Hell, he didn't know what to ask her either. He felt internally embarrassed for volunteering to buy her drinks. He cursed at Gary, the bartender who, for some reason, now was taking too much all of a sudden.

"So... do you live around here?", Bucky immediately face palmed mentally. He sounded like an absolute creep.

Irina felt awkward at his question. She could he wasn't being creepy but the female instincts of it being creepy question just flared up.

"Um... yeah. I mean, kind of? I'm in student dormitory of (University Name) Law University.", she replied decently hoping he wasn't gonna ask more.

"That's good. It's a great University. So that means you're studying something Law related?", he asks in an attempt to find her interest.

"Yeah. Yup. Good guess.", jokes.

Bucky laughs awkwardly knowing he was dumb for asking a student whether they were studying Law at a Law University.

Irina carefully points out something hoping she wasn't rude. She sort of guessed he was The Bucky Barnes.

"So.. I don't mean sound creepy, but are you.. like The Bucky Barnes?"

Bucky froze for a second. But quickly recovered.

"Yes, that's quite right. It's that obvious, huh?", Bucky asks, embarrassed.

Irina laughs genuinely. Bucky likes it. It was finally a real one.

"We were studying about your case. You're pretty complicated for laws to be applied. Sometimes, even contradictory.", she explained.

Bucky nodded. He really didn't know his case was that complicated that it was now in textbooks as well. He was starting rethink why he approached her soo weirdly in the first place. She was clearly very well versed about his situation.

Before Bucky could reply, Gary showed up.

"I'm sorry, but your friends packed up the drinks and left somehow. Would you like anything for yourself?", Gary felt bad. Some college groups abandoned a few of friends like this. He was old enough to be retired but it still didn't sit right with him.

Irina looked... not surprised.

"It's okay. I'll just leave. Thank you so much for telling me.", before Irina could thank Bucky as well, Bucky was already out of the door.

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To be continued.....

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A/N: I know it's weird ending for part 1. I'll try better. Comments would really be appreciated. Thank you for reading. Part 2 will come out in a week or so.

[fictionlag]

First chapter of my post apocalyptic hualian au "Defective".

The sun was setting... Cheng sprinted down the cracked asphalt, his respirator mask securely fastened to protect him from the toxic air. The echo of his footsteps reverberated off the derelict buildings, a stark contrast to the silence that usually enveloped the city.

As he ran, Cheng glanced up at the towering skyscrapers, their barred windows staring down like hollow eyes. The metal bars, once a measure of security, now clung to the shattered glass, rusted and weakened by time and neglect.

He passed several abandoned stations for flying hoovers, the sleek, futuristic vehicles now lying in disrepair. Some were still docked, while others lay crashed and broken, their lifeless forms a grim reminder of the past.

Street signs and billboards, their messages faded and obscured by grime, flickered past in a blur. Dysfunctional screens meant to display city maps occasionally buzzed to life, their distorted images offering no real guidance.

Cheng’s route took him past several underground hideouts, their entrances hidden behind piles of rubble. He knew better than to linger; the people who occupied these makeshift homes were as dangerous as the environment itself.

He leaped over the remains of a vending machine, its glass front shattered and contents long gone. Empty wrappers and broken pieces littered the ground, evidence of the desperate search for sustenance that had occurred here.

Beneath a crumbling bridge, Cheng saw the gaunt figures of sick people huddled together. He pushed forward, his heart heavy with the knowledge of their suffering.

Above him, the flying road lamps flickered erratically. Their weak, intermittent light barely cut through the growing darkness.

Certain walls he passed were marked with cryptic messages, scrawled in the secret language of the Resistance. He could hear the distant hum of a patrol drone, its searchlights sweeping through the streets behind him.

It had been six months since he had seen another human being in person, a fact that weighed heavily on his mind as he navigated the labyrinth of debris and decay.

As he moved, one of the small advertising robots detected his presence. It whirred to life, its sensors locking onto him as it began to follow, hovering just a few feet behind. The robot’s spherical body projected a bright, holographic display into the air, showing vibrant images and text that promoted the latest in post-apocalyptic innovation: the Dreambit Dolls.

"The new programmed and fully functioning Dreambit Dolls, created in the lab with human genome and a developed, bionic brain."

The holographic display scrolled the words across the air in front of Cheng, accompanied by images of eerily lifelike dolls. Each one was designed to perfection, their synthetic eyes glinting with a semblance of human emotion. The robot continued its persistent advertisement:

"Wide variety. Excellent quality. Money warranty. Whether it's business, companionship, or house care, we have a Doll for you!"

Cheng paused, momentarily captivated by the hologram. The vibrant lights flickered and flashed, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across his face, making him momentarily dizzy. He shook his head and forced himself to keep moving. The robot’s message pursued him relentlessly:

"We are fighting against the decline of the world population. Don't be afraid to order now and reclaim happiness! Let's build the future together!"

The irony was not lost on Cheng. The idea of reclaiming happiness in a world so far gone seemed almost laughable. Still, he couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity. What would it be like to have a Dreambit Doll? To have some semblance of companionship in this forsaken place?

Pushing the thought aside, he focused on his task. He had one last package to deliver before his shift ended. The delivery route took him through some of the worst-hit areas of the city. Buildings lay collapsed, their rubble spilling into the streets, creating treacherous pathways that Cheng navigated with practiced ease.

As he approached the delivery point, he noted the remnants of what had once been a bustling marketplace. Now, it was a desolate square, littered with broken stalls and the charred remains of what used to be everyday goods. He reached the designated drop-off point, a dilapidated building that somehow still stood amidst the destruction.

Carefully, Cheng placed the package at the foot of the building. His eyes scanned the horizon, half-expecting to see another human being, but there was only the pervasive silence of the city. With a sigh, he completed the delivery on his device, marking the end of his shift.

The advertising robot hovered nearby, its message still playing:

"We are fighting against the decline of the world population. Don't be afraid to order now and reclaim happiness! Let's build the future together!"

Cheng turned to leave, but something made him pause. A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye. Instinctively, his hand went to the knife strapped to his belt, a necessary precaution in this unforgiving world. But when he looked closer, he saw it was just a rat.

The sky had darkened to a deep, foreboding gray as Cheng finally made his way back to his capsule. The capsule was a compact, cylindrical structure, tucked away between the remnants of two collapsed buildings. It was about the size of a small shipping container, its exterior battered and scorched from the past conflicts. The entrance was sealed with a reinforced steel door, designed to keep intruders and the elements at bay.

As Cheng entered, he was greeted by a small but efficiently designed living space. The walls were a pristine white, creating an illusion of openness despite the capsule's compact size. The furniture was minimalistic and functional, each piece serving a clear purpose.

A sleek, white sofa with sharp edges and a low backrest sat against one wall, its cushions perfectly arranged. In front of it, a simple coffee table made of translucent material added to the airy feel of the space. On the opposite wall, a flat, integrated entertainment console housed the capsule's communication and entertainment systems, its surface unmarred by buttons or cables.

To one side of the living area was a compact kitchenette, its design seamlessly integrated into the capsule's aesthetic. The countertops were smooth and white, reflecting the minimalistic theme. A single induction cooktop and a small sink were the only visible appliances, both embedded into the countertop to maintain a clean look. Above, sleek white cabinets concealed all necessary utensils and supplies, their handle-less doors opening with a touch.

In another room a narrow bed with crisp, white linens was tucked into a recessed alcove, its frame blending into the wall. The bed was perfectly made, with no extraneous pillows or decorations to disrupt its simplicity. A small, built-in shelf above the bed held a few essential items.

After closing the door behind him, Cheng removed his respirator mask and took a deep breath, appreciating the clean, filtered air. The familiar hiss of the airlock sealing shut was a comforting sound.

He walked over to the kitchenette, his footsteps silent on the smooth, white floor. Retrieving a can of beans from a concealed cabinet, he opened it with a sleek, modern can opener and ate quickly. The food was cold, but it was nourishing, and he ate quickly, not savoring the taste but simply fueling his body for the next challenge.

After finishing his meal, Cheng reached for his Searcher, a device about the size of a paperback book. The screen was slightly cracked, but it still worked reliably, a lifeline in this broken world.

Cheng powered it on, and the familiar startup chime echoed through the quiet space. He navigated to the Dreambit catalogue, his curiosity piqued by the persistent advertising robots he had encountered earlier. The catalogue loaded, displaying a wide array of options in vibrant, enticing images.

The catalogue was divided into several categories: nurses, domestic helpers, various specialists, and a category labeled "companionship partners." Each section was filled with images of Dreambit Dolls, each more lifelike than the last.

Cheng's finger hovered over the screen as he scrolled through the options, each doll meticulously designed to cater to specific needs. The companionship partners category caught his eye. The images here were different—softer, more intimate. Each doll was crafted to provide comfort and company in a world where isolation was the norm.

He continued scrolling down, the images blurring together as he moved through the seemingly endless options. His mind wandered, contemplating the possibility of having such a companion in his life. It was then that he suddenly stopped, his eyes focusing on one particular image.

The picture of product 2468 captured his attention like none of the others had. The first image that caught his attention was of the Doll sitting in a bubble-like cage, surrounded by lush greenery and vibrant flowers. The serene environment within the capsule, combined with the Doll's soft features and flowing white garment, created a vision of tranquility that was captivating. Intrigued, Cheng clicked on the image to see more.

The next picture was a close-up of the Doll holding a pink rose, its delicate features and soft expression exuding a sense of calm. The white garment and the elegant way it held the rose added to its allure.

Finally, he viewed a detailed close-up of the Doll's face, with the rose held close to its lips. The deep, expressive eyes seemed to look directly at him, offering a silent promise of understanding and companionship. The elegant earring added a sophisticated touch, highlighting the care and precision with which the Doll had been crafted.

Cheng’s fingers hovered over the "purchase" button. He hesitated, the weight of his decision pressing down on him. He knew that buying product 2468 would cost him all of his savings. Money that he had scrimped and saved in the hope of a better future. But as he thought about it, a bitter laugh escaped his lips.

“What would I do with that money anyway? Go clubbing? Travel?” Cheng scoffed at the absurdity of the idea. The world was in ruins, and nothing worked the way it used to. His laughter echoed softly in the quiet capsule, a sound tinged with resignation and despair.

The more he thought about it, the more the decision seemed clear. His money couldn’t buy him the world that once was, but it could buy him a piece of hope in the form of product 2468. He could bring a touch of beauty and companionship into his life, something that had been sorely missing. With a resolute sigh, Cheng made the decision. His fingers moved with newfound determination as he selected the option to purchase product 2468. The screen displayed the total cost, and without a second thought, he confirmed the order, draining his savings in an instant.

A message appeared on the screen: “Thank you for your purchase. Your Dreambit Doll will be delivered shortly.”

As he sat there, the soft hum of the capsule’s ventilation system the only sound, Cheng allowed himself to imagine the future. A future where he wasn’t so alone, where the presence of product 2468 could bring a touch of humanity back into his life. The decision had been impulsive, but as he looked around his minimalistic, modernistic home, he felt a sense of peace. For the first time in a long while, he had something to look forward to.

A couple of days had passed since Cheng had made his impulsive purchase. His anticipation for product 2468’s arrival grew with each passing hour. He had cleaned his minimalistic capsule repeatedly, ensuring that everything was perfect for his new companion.

On the third morning, a soft chime emanated from his NeCAll, the small, ornate necklace that hung around his neck. The necklace, a sleek and elegant device with a single button, functioned as his communication link. A small exclamation mark flashed on its surface, indicating an urgent message.

Cheng’s heart raced as he pressed the button, the tiny speaker embedded in the pendant crackling to life. An automated female voice, smooth and almost too perfect, began to speak. This voice was commonly used by people operating remotely, its artificial tone betraying no emotion.

“Hello, is this Cheng?” the voice asked.

“Yes, this is Cheng,” he replied, his voice steady despite the flutter of nerves.

“I am calling to inform you that the product you ordered is defective, but we can send you a similar one,” the voice announced.

Cheng’s mind raced. Defective? How could this be? Product 2468 had seemed perfect, the very embodiment of what he needed in his life. “Defective?” he echoed, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and concern.

“Yes,” the automated voice continued, “it’s a rare case. It ran away from its previous owner.”

Cheng frowned, processing the information. The idea of a Dreambit Doll running away was almost unthinkable. These products were designed to be loyal and dependable, yet this one had somehow deviated. His initial shock gave way to a strange sense of determination.

“No,” Cheng said firmly. “I don’t want another one. It’s okay. You can send it to me.”

There was a brief pause, the silence filled with the faint hum of the pendant. “Are you sure?” the voice asked. “We can provide a fully functional replacement at no extra cost.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Cheng replied, his voice resolute. “Send me product 2468. I’ll take it as it is.”

“Understood,” the automated voice said. “We will process your request and deliver the product as soon as possible. Thank you for your understanding.”

The line went silent, and Cheng released the button on his NeCAll. He sat back, taking a deep breath. He had no idea what to expect from a defective Dreambit Doll. Despite its apparent flaws, he was determined to give it a chance. In a world as broken as his, perhaps a little imperfection was exactly what he needed.

[siancore]

End of the World

Sam x Bucky | 2.1K Words| Rated E 

In response to this: Does anyone have any good fic recs for Sam and Bucky hooking up for the first time right before the battle in Wakanda? Really in the mood for some 'we might die, so I'm gonna shoot my shot with the guy i've been pining after forever' SamBucky vibes.

@staying-elive​ this is for you. Hope it’s okay x

The man was insufferable, Sam thought as he and Steve’s friend, James Bucky Barnes, sat in the car and waited. Lord was he insufferable. Not Steve, he was tolerable. His friend, Bucky, was insufferable. Sure, he’d been through a lot, and Sam could understand that, but he was beginning to be a pain in Sam’s ass (and not in a good, sexy kinda way). They didn’t know one another, but they were grown ass men and could be civil, right? Yeah, well, tell that to the bionic staring machine.

“Can you move your seat up?”

Bitch, can you slide your beefy ass across to the other side of this car and quit bothering me? Is what Sam wanted to say, but a simple no would suffice.

Sam didn’t ask for him to have Sam’s six while they handled business. Sam wasn’t new to this superhero shit, thank you very much. It wasn’t his first rodeo, so to speak. He may not be super-fucking-powered, but he could handle his own. After all, he had gone up against the Winter Soldier and lived to talk about it. Still, Bucky stayed close.

Maybe he was doing Steve a solid by being there with Sam. By running slowly to keep pace with Sam. By jumping in front of the Spider-Kid to soften the blow to Sam’s body. And that was – okay Sam could admit, that was nice. Then he had to go and ruin it all by opening his mouth and talking shit.

Why are the fine ones always this annoying? Sam asked himself before lying and saying, “I hate you.”

Sam did not hate James Bucky Barnes. No, he did not. He kinda hated himself for flushing warm when Bucky stared at him too long, dragging his gaze from Sam’s eyes to his lips, and back again. Yeah, he kinda hated himself when, in quiet moments, he wondered what it would be like to have all of that super strength levelled at him in a different way. Where he would lift Sam from the floor and pin him to a wall – or toss him down on one of the shitty motel beds – or manhandle him while sinking himself deep inside of Sam. Yeah, Sam kinda hated himself for the thoughts he had about Bucky in the shower, when he had to bite back sounds so his friends wouldn’t hear as he coated the tiled wall with his release. Yeah, Sam kinda hated himself for being attracted to Steve’s annoying, old ass friend.

Why the hell was the former Winter Soldier still lying there covered in Spider-Kid gunk when he could just break through it? Why was he taking his sweet damn time to get up and help Sam out? Finally, he got to his feet, and went to Sam.

“Well, you’re welcome, by the way,” said Bucky as he stared down at an incapacitated Sam.

“What? For what?” asked Sam as he struggled to get lose.

“For me takin’ the brunt of that Spiderling’s hit for you,” said Bucky, as he knelt down.

“Didn’t ask you to.”

“Didn’t need to.”

“Man, stop fuckin’ around and get me outta this,” said Sam, gesturing to the substance that had him in a bind.

“Y’know, you’re kinda pretty like this,” said Bucky, with a crooked smile. “All tied up.”

Oh?

Oh.

“Quit playin’ and get me outta this.”

“You should ask me nicely,” said James Bucky Barnes because he was an asshole and liked fucking with Sam.

“You should suck my dick.”

Bucky’s eyebrow shot up before he said, “Mmm, tempting.”

“Fuck you,” said Sam, struggling a little more.

Bucky had the audacity to stare into Sam’s eyes, lick his stupidly pink lips, and say, “You offerin’, sweetheart?”

Sam didn’t know if it was the adrenaline coursing through his body, or the fact that Bucky’s voice had dropped an octave and his eyes were steely and piercing, but Sam was struck by a sudden flush of lust. He thought about it for a moment, seeing that there was a seriousness to Bucky’s reply. They were on their own, away from the battle. Sam hadn’t gotten his dick wet in ages. What was a couple of blow-jobs between thrown-together team mates? This was sure to be the end of the Avengers, might as well go out with a bang, right?

Wrong.

Even though Sam was a thrill-seeker, even though he was sure that Bucky would fuck like he fought, hot as shit and very dangerous, he knew they had a job to do. Even if hate-sex with Bucky would probably be the best of his life. Sam looked up at the other man, scoffed, and said, “Please. The only way we’d be fucking is if the world was ending.”

Bucky let out an amused little laugh, began to help Sam out of his binds, and said, “Noted.”

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The past couple of years on the run were hectic, to say the least. Moving from one place to the next, living off shitty food in shittier accommodations had Sam missing home. Rhodey had been good at keeping him updated on Sarah and the boys, making sure that they were okay. Making him feel less shitty about being away from them. His family was part of the world, and saving the world meant saving them, so Sam found himself piloting the jet to Wakanda to help a friend.

He knew a friend of a friend was there. Had been there for a while now. He wasn’t sure is said friend of a friend, James Bucky Barnes, was out of the freezer. If he was doing alright. If he was healing. When they touched down, Sam had to hold back a smile when he saw Steve’s friend. He looked good, Sam could admit that. Sam watched the two best friends embraced and he felt a little nostalgic for home. And despite the sombre mood, Bucky was smiling. It was nice.

It was nice right up until he looked Sam dead in the eyes as he answered Steve’s question with, “Pretty good – for the end of the world.”

So, he remembered, then? Or maybe it was a blanket statement? Whatever it was, it was doing something for Sam. All of those lonely nights on the run were made a little warmer by thoughts of what it would feel like to be with Bucky Barnes. But Sam had probably missed his chance. They were gearing up for war.

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“Hiding away from everyone, uh?” came a voice behind Sam as he leaned against one of the walls of the Royal Palace Gardens.

It was Bucky. Sam rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a coward, Barnes,” said Sam dryly. “If that’s what you’re tryna say.”

“What? No, of course not,” said Bucky, sounding earnest. “That’s not what I meant at all. I read your file. You’re the bravest of us all.”

“Oh, okay,” said Sam, glancing sideways at the other man. “I’m just no help in there, with all the science stuff and strategy. I see someone who needs help, and I’m there. If there’s a fight that needs fighting, I’m there. Just needed to take a moment to myself. Try to call my sister. Figured this could be it. The end of the world.”

Bucky nodded his head knowingly.

“What’re you doin’ out here?” Sam added.

“Same as you,” Bucky replied. “Sorta. I got no family to call, but I needed a moment, too, since the world is ending.”

Sam nodded his head and took a discreet breath.

“Plus, I figured I’d take you up on your offer.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and looked at Bucky.

“What offer?” he asked, feigning ignorance or amnesia.

Bucky tucked his hair behind his ear and said, “Back in Germany. How you and me would fuck if the world was ending.”

“Right,” was all Sam could say as he swallowed hard.

“Figured we got a little time before the fight starts,” said Bucky as he reached a hand over to trace the lines on Sam’s breastplate. “I’d really hate to die today and not know what it feels like to be with you, Sam.”

Sam looked down at where Bucky’s hand was, and then back up at his eyes.

“We’re not gonna die today,” he whispered, taking hold of Bucky’s hand.

“We might,” Bucky whispered in reply as he ran his thumb over Sam’s. “So, what d’ya say?”

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A Wakandan Royal Palace broom closet. Sam was hooking up with the former Winter in a Wakandan Royal Palace broom closet at the end of the world. What was his life? He was drawn from his musing from the feeling of Bucky’s beard against his skin as Bucky sucked marks onto Sam’s neck while rubbing him through his tac gear.

Sam had hooked up with other soldiers before while he was deployed or on a mission. It was always fast, sweaty, and messy. He thought it would be the same with Bucky, but it wasn’t. Bucky did not smell of the desert and dried blood. He smelled of almond oil and soap. His lips were not brash and hurried, he was taking his time to kiss Sam; to savor Sam’s taste. His hand were not rough and hasty, he was touching Sam like he revered him. What would it be like if the world weren’t ending and they had more time? If they had a small bed and less clothing?

“I knew you’d taste so sweet,” Bucky whispered, his breath warm against Sam’s ear. “Knew it from the first time I saw you.”

He undid Sam’s fly and reached his hand inside the tac pants. Sam’s gasped as Bucky took hold of his dick and gave it a tug.

“You – fuck – you noticed me? Were thinkin’ about me back then?” asked Sam as his eyes closed.

Bucky continued to stroke him before kissing his lips once more and saying, “Yes. How could I not? You’re kinda fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Sam threaded his fingers through Bucky’s hair, holding him in place as he asked, “Just kinda, eh?”

Bucky twisted his wrist expertly and caused Sam to moan before he kissed the moan away, and then said, “Actually, not kinda but definitely.”

Bucky stroked Sam’s cock with more fervor and said, “Look at you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.”

Sam brought their lips together in a crushing kiss. It grew desperate. Bucky pulled him closer. Sam reached for Bucky’s dick and released him from his constraints. Bucky almost growled at the sensation. He pushed Sam against the wall and crowded his space; Sam almost keened for him.

“Wanted you the first time I saw you,” said Bucky as he strummed their dicks together and lapped at Sam’s neck.

“You can have me,” said Sam as his legs grew weak. “Do whatever you like. I want you, too.”

…..

Sam’s head was swimming and his body was alight, but he was right. Bucky fucked like he fought: With focus and precision and strength; swathed in intensity and a little danger. He held Sam in place, Sam’s back to the wall and his legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist, and drove himself in and out of Sam’s tight heat.

Biting kisses moved across every exposed bit of Sam’s warm skin as Bucky fucked him within an inch of his life. He clung to Bucky as the older man took him apart. As Bucky impaled Sam while stroking his cock. As he kissed him and claimed him and made his toes curl. As Bucky whispered almost incoherently against Sam’s neck and ear and lips. All breathy moans and guttural groans.

And it was over too quickly, but it needed to be. The world was ending, and Sam’s felt like it was just now expanding. Opened, like Bucky had done when he slid himself inside of Sam. They each came with curses and each other’s names on their lips. Sated and breathless. Holding one another close as they came down from their respective highs.

Bucky found a clean cloth to wipe them both down before he and Sam stole glances at one another while they dressed. A slight awkwardness filled the small space as Sam found his goggles and put them on the top of his head.

“I should – ah – I should go out first,” he said as Bucky nodded his head. “You wait a minute or two then come out. Y’know, so no one sees us or whatever.”

“Right, of course,” said Bucky, as he picked up his gun that he had placed to the floor.

He stepped closer to Sam, cupped his face, and then pressed a soft, languid kiss to his lips.

“Be safe out there,” said Bucky as he backed away and let Sam leave.

Sam opened the door, looked back, and gave Bucky a sweet smile.

“You, too,” said Sam gently. “See you on the other side.”

[hebuiltfive]

Thundertober Day Seven: Alive

Please, please check the warnings for this one.

I've tried to cover enough to be on the safe side but it does delve into some darker thoughts, so please be mindful of that. I hadn't planned on this getting quite so... depressing. It was supposed to have an uplifting end. Fair warning: it doesn't.

AO3 here

Days: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six

Warnings for: Suicidal Thoughts; Depression; Major Character Injury. This is set post-Hydrofoil. Gordon is having to come to terms with the cost of surviving an accident that should have left him dead. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 @idontknowreallywhy (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)

What was the point of being alive if it meant you could no longer live?

The mirror was his enemy. He refused to even take a glance because who exactly would be staring back at him? What had he become? Life or death and he had chosen to live because he was strong and his human survival instincts had kicked in, but what was the cost?

His legs were currently immobile, his arms cocooned in casts. Most of his body was either bandaged or strapped up in some way, metal rods and plating fixed inside him as though he were a bionic man. There was probably some sort of joke in there somewhere, but Gordon failed to see the funny side. He failed to make a joke about anything as of late, and for good reason.

He had survived, but now he was facing a life of… this. 

Apparently, there was still a chance he might have been able to return to his old life, but the odds were against him. According to some of the doctors, there was a slim possibility of Gordon being able to walk again. It was a tiny glimmer of hope, but he chose to not think of it. To think of it, to hope for it, only for it to likely be ripped away from him all over again? He’d rather remain solemn and bed-ridden without the dream, thanks.

Because that’s all it was now. 

A dream of a past life and a possible future that was no longer within his grasp.

Whenever his brothers came by to visit, usually once a day, they’d reassure him, or try to, but none of them had ever been good liars, at least not to Gordon’s face. He could tell instantly when Scott blinked excessively and barely offered him a simple glance in his direction; when Virgil took great interest in the way his booted feet twisted and moved across the shaggy carpeted rug beside his hospital bed; when John’s fingers would not stop fidgeting with the zipper on his hoodie and would give only an uncharacteristic shrug as an answer whenever Gordon asked him a question.

Late at night, when the wing had fallen asleep and the only sounds that filled the area was the soft humming of machines and the padded feet of nurses doing their routinely hourly checks, Gordon would allow his mind to wander away on whims and what-ifs. 

What if he’d never joined that stupid test programme?

What if he had instead followed his dreams?

What if he had never got in that damned accident and still had a body that worked?

Never again would he be able to join his family on their hikes through the canyons near home. Never again would he be able to swim laps through the foaming waves on the West Coast. He had once considered taking up surfing more seriously, to add to his list of water hobbies, but now Gordon knew he’d never have the chance.

Wrapped up in cotton strips and constantly having to warn airport security of the additions to his body… This wasn’t living. At times he even question whether striving had been worth it.

Gordon eventually found the strength to confide in Virgil those thoughts which constantly ate away at him. His empathetic nature made Gordon feel like he would be the only brother who could understand, and who wouldn’t bat away his concerns with a simple don’t even think like that, you’re going to be fine, even with the odds stacked against him.

“What will make the surviving worth it, then?” Virgil had asked him, cradling a plastic cup that had once held the contents of a coffee vending machine. He’d slowly sipped his way through the warm, comforting drink as Gordon had bared his soul.

To his credit, Gordon hadn’t allowed a single tear to stain his cheeks. In his eyes, that was a win. He managed to open up to his brother without breaking down. It wasn’t that he thought Virgil wouldn’t have been able to take Gordon’s meltdown. He just didn’t want his brother having to witness it.

“I don’t know.” He replied honestly after a moment of quick, silent reflection. “I don’t think anything will.”

He couldn’t look Virgil in the eyes because he knew how it sounded. As a family, they never gave up. After everything they’d been through, they always found a way to continue fighting through the dark until the light appeared at the end of the tunnel again, but this time, Gordon felt exhausted. To him, the tunnel had caved in and there was no escape from the endless gloom.

“Walking again.” Virgil answered for him. “That would make it worth it. Running again. Standing again. Swimming again.”

The word made Gordon tense. It also made him lock eyes with his brother. For the first time in that conversation, there was a glossy sheen to those orbs as tears threatened to fall regardless of what Gordon wanted. “Don’t.” He warned carefully. “Don’t use that as a—”

“Gordon, the chances aren’t zero.”

And there it was. So much for believing Virgil wouldn’t try and reassure him with those ridiculous odds again.

“They’re as good as, Virg!” Gordon hadn’t meant to raise his voice. He knew his brother was only trying to help in the best way he could, but the pain was still raw and Gordon didn’t want to think about possibilities. “Don’t give me hope only to take it away again.”

“I’m giving you facts.”

“The fact is,” Gordon shuffled himself a little higher in his bed, ignoring the protest from his lower spine, “that no-one knows what the fuck is going to happen because I shouldn’t even be here! I should have died in that wreck, but for some unknown, Godforsaken reason, I’m still here and I wish I wasn’t!”

Gordon had never once regretted speaking to any of his brothers. He’d never once regretted choosing to open up to them, least of all Virgil, but as he sat there, taking in his brother’s horrified expression at his claim, Gordon regretted ever opening his mouth at all.

He didn’t let up. He couldn’t. To apologise or to backtrack would only offer two choices: Virgil would either accept his outburst as a mistake and not take any action, or he wouldn’t buy the act and would begin to put an action plan in place to tackle Gordon’s supposed way of thinking. Gordon wasn’t sure which option was worse.

So he continued.

“If it was you, Virgil… if you suddenly lost the ability to use your hands, your fingers, and now your painting and your piano playing was just a distant memory of what you could once do, how the fuck would you feel?”

He wasn’t sure what Virgil was thinking as he just stared at his younger brother. He wasn’t sure if any answer was going to be given, let alone an honest one. All of those doubts dissipated when Virgil leant forward. His elbows rested on the sheets of the bed, his hands holding as best he could onto one of Gordon’s casts.

“I would fight because the alternative isn’t better than this. That is never better than having some sort of life, Gordon. Death is death, but life… No matter how bad it seems now, life has variables and possibilities, and you should never wish for anything else.”

Gordon didn’t bother trying to hold back the tears any longer. He knew Virgil was right, but accepting that meant accepting a whole lot more pain.

“I’m too tired, Virg.” He whispered, head hanging lowly in defeat and shame.

“Don’t say that. Don’t say that when you’ve still got fight left in you, Gordon. I know you have.” Virgil tilted Gordon’s chin upwards with two gentle fingers. “You’re a Tracy. We don’t give up. So long as you are alive, there is hope, whether you think it’s worth believing in or not. So long as you are alive, you can fight, even if you believe you’re too tired to keep going. So long as you are alive, I will help you as much as I can because you are my brother and I’d much rather have to wait on you hand and foot than attend another gravestone, okay?”

It wasn’t a question to ask whether Gordon understood.

It was a question to ask whether Gordon would accept that unspoken promise.

“We take each day as it comes, but we never give up. So long as you are alive, Gordon, promise me that you will never give up.”

“I’m not great at promises, Virg, but…”

He trailed off his sentence, hoping his brother understood that he would try. 

Trying was all he had left to give. 

[frostironfudge]

Cupcake and The Coffee Conundrum (Bucky Barnes)

Summary: For Week 4 of @the-slumberparty's Across The Universe Challenge I came up with Tattoo Artist!Bucky and Florist!Steve now I couldn't pick between either one so I've created an AU for the two of them with separate nicknamed female!readers. It's going to be Bucky x Cupcake and Steve x Petal. This is the first part of the multipart AU called Stencils, Bouquets & Icing.

A.N.: A big thank you to Navy and Roo for inspiring me to come up with an unexplored by me AU 💖💖💖💖💖

Warnings: fluff, angst, feels, bucky is insecure about his bionic arm

Word Count: 1.7k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing AU Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Alright the scent of coffee was strong enough. Now it just had to stop spritzing everywhere and having you clean the entire damn machine and your display case. So much for having a state of the art machine. So much for the three hour learning with the installation person and the countless youtube videos. 

Even the damn two broke girls episode rerun you settled upon watching… that did house a similar operation issue wasn’t enough to help out or distract you from angrily huffing at the espresso stain that you were rubbing at with the sponge.

“Is this a bad time?” A deep baritone inquires.

You look up at the stranger, his hair flows to the tops of his shoulders, an easy grin on his lips. Blue eyes genuinely carry a hint of worry. You stand up stabilising yourself on the counter. Quick movements are not your friend.

“Hi, nope not at all.” You clear your throat, why did you sound breathless? The man only chuckles.

You hope you don’t embarrass yourself further.

“H-how may I help you?” Your voice switches to professional mode. This bakery was your dream. Even if it had coffee stains, it was yours and you would conquer that damn machine.

“I was hoping for one of your signature desserts, any recommendations?” He runs his glove clad hands through his hair.

You gesture to the first shelf of the display, “Those are the caramel and sea salt cookies, that is the classic chocolate chip, on this side we have cake slices, red velvet is a personal favourite I make it with cream cheese frosting, in vegan options–,”

“Cupcake?” He has your rambling pause.

“Um, yeah this is the Starry Night cupcake, dark chocolate and the icing is buttercream the yellow and blue swirls with star shaped mini cookies. There is a molten centre which you might enjoy, coming up with it was really fun, I got the idea when I went to the van Gogh immersive, that's what also inspired the sunflower cookie cupcake.” You look up at him.

“Sorry I tend to ramble away…” You look down at your baked treats, biting your lip. 

“It’s nice to see someone passionate about their craft. All of these look good but I’ll have the cupcakes first to go if possible? I have a possible apprentice to interview.” His warm smile makes your racing heart feel calmer.

“Anything else?” You pray it’s not the coffee, anything but coffee.

“An espresso would be,” He stares at your annoyed expression towards the machine. Bucky can’t help but laugh at the situation.

At first when he was peering from his window to yours he thought you were dealing with someone who annoyed you. Hands moving around in frustration upon closer inspection he realised you were yelling at the coffee machine.

Your cheeks are aflame when you look back at him, “I’m sorry the machine doesn’t cooperate with me at all. I’ve been washing down splatters all day.” You sigh dejected. 

“I hope you aren’t hurt, or burned or anything.” His brows knot, worriedly glancing over you again. Noting the splatters across your lavender apron and sweatshirt. 

“No, um good day to wear full sleeves...” You shrug, “I can make you a milkshake…” 

“Can I take a look at the machine?” He offers, you watch him warily.

“I used to work as a barista.” He explains.

“Oh, um, by all means please and also,” You hold out another apron for him to wear. He takes it from over the counter as you head to the flip up counter to let him through.

“I realised I never gave you my name, I’m James Barnes, better known by Bucky, I own the tattoo shop from across.” He says while shrugging his jacket off and navy henley clinging to him. You look out of your window to the shop. 

“I was going to bring everyone ‘hi I'm the new neighbour’ boxes. I’m Y/N.” You offer your hand, Bucky takes it. 

The gloves cause an uneasiness in his chest but you don't recoil, nor do you say anything. You only smile at him, it eases his nerves. Bucky puts the apron on, he turns to the mirrored wall. 

“Suits you.” You add making him laugh, eyes crinkling at the outer corners. Your heart thumps faster at his handsomeness. 

Bucky stares at you for a moment, taking you in, he licks his bottom lip, then bites it. 

Your brain malfunctions staring at his pink lips. 

The machine whirrs to life, Bucky reaches forward with his left hand to detach the nozzle. Hot steam whistles out.

“Bucky, that's extremely hot! Don’t!” You yell but his left hand grabs the hot metal and pulls it out, he presses a few other buttons and the whirring stops. 

You stare at him then your adrenaline kicks in, “Ice wait! Hold it under cold water!”  

You leave him rushing to the back to grab the ice pack from the freezer, 

“What is wrong with you! I would have returned the machine–,” You stare at the emptiness he left. The apron discarded over the counter haphazardly. 

You set the ice pack down, picking up your phone to dial the company to return the fucking machine.

Dum Dum Dugan looks up from his design at you when you walk in holding two lavender boxes. He raises a brow, you look at him, not a tattoo in sight upon his arms that were exposed in the muscled tank.

“Only got one kiddo, wife and kid’s birth years over my heart.” He pats his chest with a fond smile, “Now watcha got there?” 

“Um, I opened the store, well dessert store if you will, and this is just a little treat for the neighbourhood.” You smile at him, handing him the bigger box. 

Dum Dum chuckles admiring the cakes and cookies, “Well, you need anything let me know, I accept cookies as payment.” He takes a bite and hums delightedly, “Oh definitely you can pay me with these.”

You smile at him, but your eyes search for Bucky.

“He’s in the back. Stormed in about an hour earlier hasn’t come out.” He gestures to the section. You shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“Fuck it.” You mutter, taking strides with purpose and Bucky comes out of nowhere and you almost smash the box into his chest.

“Cupcake!” He steadies you, you look up at him.

“You just left.” You shake your head, “How is your palm?” mentally chiding yourself for not asking first or earlier.

“I um, it didn’t hurt, the gloves are protective.” He shifts his gaze to the box held in your extended arm and then to you.

“You left without… I gave um,”

“Timothy Aloysius Cadwallader goes by Dum Dum Dugan.” Bucky explains.

“Do all artists have monikers?” You question.

He chuckles, it reverberates against your chest, “Not really only some of us.”

“Oh um well. These are for you.” You step away, when he lets your waist go.

“Thank you, how much–,”

“On the house, the machine was faulty, the model number was in the call back list but they had my email wrong in the system. Thank you.”

“Happy to help.” Bucky smiles down at you, taking the box from you and admiring the two cupcakes.

“Oh and the new machine comes in tomorrow at two, I can have your espresso ready then.” You smile, he grins.

“I’ll be there.” He promises.

The next day Bucky enters the bustling store with a beautiful arrangement of sunflowers and baby’s breath. He grins easily, holding it in his left hand and settling it down. 

“The sunflower cupcake was my favourite.” He gestures to the flowers to explain.

You admire them, “These are beautiful. Thank you.”

“Sort of an apology and a welcome rolled into one.” Pink dusts his cheeks and you watch him endearingly.

You hold out his espresso, not in a to-go cup. He looks around the crowded store raising a brow. 

You point to the side of the counter, you have placed low back supported barstool chairs.  

“Well in that case, may I also have a red velvet cookie, Cupcake?” He grins at you, mischievously. 

“A very original nickname, Bucky.” You shake your head, grabbing the cookie, and plating it for him.

“I’m a man of taste.” He defends with a shake of his head. 

You chuckle, “I'm sure.” 

“Excuse me?” An older gentleman stands at the display, you excuse yourself from Bucky before helping the man.

“I have a question for you.” He says when you return to him, dismissing the apology you were to offer.

“Ask away.” You prompt.

“Well I saw this place’s instagram, you shared a video of the sunflowers immersive. You seemed so in awe, I mean it looked beautiful but I just want to understand, people usually fawn over Starry Night?” 

“I used to really adore sunflowers when I was younger, somewhere along the way I just changed my preferences because they never fit into concepts, I don’t know and when I was there,” You remember the way the sunflowers took over all the screens, gooseflesh still rises to your skin, “I just remembered all of it, all of it that I gave up. Plus it was beautiful, so utterly beautiful, Bucky I really wish I could go again and again.” You sigh dreamily then look at him. 

“I hope you get to go again…” He trails off.

“Have you ever?” You ask. 

He shakes his head, his fingers flex tightly then extend. You keep your eyes only on him.

“Well if it comes to a nearby city again, we’re going to go. It will help with your creative flow for your tattoos.” You beam.

“Are you planning a future date with me, Cupcake?” He says it so lightheartedly.

“Well I am, no matter what, if Van Gogh’s in town, we’re paying him a visit.” You hold up your pinky.

“Pinky promise.” You request, he chuckles, wrapping his pinky around yours, it feels right.

“Pinky promise.” He repeats.

Your hands part, he wears his jacket. You watch him cross back to his shop. He waves at you before entering, you wave back, laughing to yourself happily.

bucky permanent tags: @slutforsexyseabass

[keganexe]

Meet The Agents of Rot

I've been working on Blister City, an upcoming far future setting guide for playing survivors on the last city of Mars, for what feels like an eternity now. I want to start sharing some of my favorite factions, npcs, locations, and mechanics from the guide just so I have something to point to if folks want to know more about it as I ever approach finishing the game.

Follow that link up above if you want some basic information on Mars and the setting, because I'm gonna dive right in like you know everything else already.

So first up, lets meet one of my favorite factions, The Agents of Rot.

Who Are the Agents of Rot?

In the simplest form, The Agents are a doomsday cult devoted to the teachings of a long dead and unnamed scholar. They believe the destruction of humanity is already happening, and unstoppable; and they long only prepare everyone for the oncoming end times, without any desire to hasten the coming end.

In 2143, The Agents of Rot first landed in the city of Ambition (which would later become Blister City) after having been chased off earth by The Crusade for their heretical religious beliefs. With them came the first of the Prophet Machines, cobbled together old tech that spits out endless streams of numbers and letters, from which adherents claim the future can be known and prepared for. Upon their arrival to Mars, The Agents had a dire portent, Mars would fall in 2191.

Their portents were ignored, but history would go on too stare back in wonder as their preaching was true. Down to the minute. Ultimate Mars does fall, and today The Agents of Rot occupy a strange space in the city, their heretical beliefs seemingly true, but their message still unpopular for the folks in the last city.

Where Are the Agents of Rot?

In The Mids, the second layer of the three layer Blister City, sits The Smokestack District. In The Lowers, directly under this district the industry of the Blister is booming. Miasma is refined, plasteel is produced, and the toxic smoke of industry pushes up through the levels unstopped by those with the power to demand better.

It is in the worst of this toxic runoff we find The Smokestack District, and herein find some of the worst of the city. The folks who call The Smokestacks home are a combination of those with the expensive lung bionics that make breathing here safe, trading a lifetime of debt for an opportunity to live in an apartment they can afford; and those chased out by the rest of the city, largely unmodified and suffering short lives as the air toxicity kills slowly but painfully and surely.

In The Smokestack District you can find The Rot Chapel, one of few wooden buildings in the city, although the building itself is dilapidated, rotting, and covered in soot. A walk through the church shows mildewed religious statues, sitting undisturbed next to rack after rack of advanced computers; each beeping away at impossible maths. Cries echo out across the church as more prophets discover portents of the future in the hodgepodge of numbers lighting up across screens.

The Agents of Rot in Play

In Blister City, you can find yourself working alongside or against any number of factions in the city, each with a list of pros and cons for helping or harming them. While the factions usually only provide these boons and banes during missions for or against them, The Agents of Rot instead always provide boons and banes for players.

If You Make an Ally of The Agents

+1: The Agents consider you a fledgling acolyte of their faith. Rot Shops are open to you, as are their churches for those looking to lay low.

+2: The Agents consider you a true believer. You gain a discount in Rot Shops, and gain access to their medical centers.

+3: The Agents have begun to see prophecies of you. Once ever you can go to them, and have them tell you a terrible but true fact about events yet to happen.

If You Make an Enemy of The Agents

-1: The Agents of Rot are scared of you and your crew. You are actively turned away from Rot Churches and Rot Shops, violently if necessary.

-2: The Agents consider you persona non grata, and take to the streets preaching of the dangers of being near you, and your allies.

-3: The Agents have begun to see prophecies of you, and it terrifies them. The Agents pool all of their resources, and will hire whoever it takes to kill you, and challenge the hands of fate.

Final Thoughts

The Agents of Rot are but one of 25 named factions, and have (like all the factions do) complicated ties to the city and the other factions. They frequently find themselves allied with The Children of The Red Sands, other religious outsiders to the city; and working against The Rusakli, a quiet order of well liked healers who The Prophet Machines keep spitting out warnings against.

[donnie-and-their-backup-turtles]

i kinda think part of why people treat donnie as less caring than he is is like. sometimes not knowing when he's joking? like that time he threatens to be "semi-lethal" when splinter's in the truck with meat sweats. like i'm sure most of you knew he was joking but like. do some of you realise he like, would not have done that? like remember how he was sad? when splinter actually got hurt? same with leo in the movie? and all of them at every other time?

like he's self proclaimed funniest. and also a mad scientist aesthetic doesn't make a character a villain by itself it's what you actually do with that (yes he has done bad things within that area (haunted stare towards mind meld) but you have to admit he like. did fix those. and feel bad and hopefully learn his lesson but hey that's another analysis)

i have mixed feelings on villain donnie stuff, as an example, because like. ANY character put in a situation where they lose their way is really fun and if in character is really interesting as to what could cause that.

but when it's treated as like. inevitable. who he is, or phrasing his brothers are the only thing stopping him being evil. it's like hm. ugh. kind of hurts a bit actually but that's probably because i relate to him ghfdjk

like the seen in snow day with the tech bo chainsaw like. all he really DOES is cut a snowman there but he's just like. leaning into being "evil" with the chainsaw but like he's just being silly with it. acting like that's proof of anything is wild to me, without any other data points.

also kind of separate but i think there's a dissonance between what is like. seen as evil? between me and like most people lol. like the scene in the movie as well with like "finally, man and machine, entwixt in perfect bionic synergy" someone i watched it with was like "haha evil moment" or whatever where i was just like. yeah real that would be rad as hell. honestly gender also.

not saying he's never done anything wrong but i am saying he immediately tries to fix all of those things

anyway he does have a really interesting relationship with morals in my eyes but like, at his core he really cares about people, you know?

this isn't hate to anyone btw i just care about donnie a lot as a character and as really layered autistic representation

[phant0mspades]

receiver finds sender stood over a body (reverse)— Raven

@shadowravenkilljoy

It was clearly a difficult fight, glass shattered everywhere and the car on its side. Madi stares at the body before them, eyes empty and face blank. No resemblance of emotion or any hint of pain despite the bleeding from their arm. Their mask and glasses cast aside and damaged, gloved hands coated in blood. Now the machine is still, back to potential energy.

Waiting.

They stand up straight though when they feel eyes on them. Their spine clicks as the bionics hold them straight. Soldier's position created by mechanics. Madi turns around.