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[cowboygenes]

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[jamdoughnutmagician]

All The Man That I Need (18+)

Beefy!Bucky x Female Reader

Warnings:18+, Smut, Size Kink, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Squirting, Missionary Position, Kissing. If I've missed anything that you want tagged just let me know!

Authour's Note: There's literally no plot here whatsoever, just shameless smut. I haven't written for bucky in a while so I wanted to try writing for him again, but honestly writing this was a bit of a struggle so it may not be my best work.

Word Count:1,524

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There was no shred of doubt about it, Bucky was big. In every sense of the word. Tall, broad and deliciously thick. His hair falling down along his chiselled, strong jaw in soft chocolate tresses. 

There was only one word that came to mind when you laid your eyes on your Bucky. 

Beefy.

Bucky was also immensely strong, with powerful muscles padding along the length of his arms, both human and metal alike. His legs were long, his thighs just as powerful as his arms, with sturdy muscles running the length of them.

Never have you ever felt more safe than when you’re held in the comforting warmth of his embrace, resting your head on the well-defined muscle of his chest. His arms circling you to bring you close to him, just where he always wanted you to be.

Bucky also never misses the opportunity to show off to you his super-soldier size and strength. Every inch of his six foot tall frame towered over you, but never once did he ever make you feel intimidated.

His size and strength also came into play in the bedroom. Easily picking you up in his arms as if you weigh next to nothing, carrying you to the bed with a gentleness that others may have assumed he wasn't capable of, but you knew that wasn't true.

He caged you beneath him, stroking his thumb over your cheek tenderly. before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that was full of passion.

"You're so beautiful, Doll."  His steely grey-blue eyes sparkle in the moonlit-glow streaming in through the window, illuminating the otherwise dark room.

His lips descend lower, kissing his way down the column of your throat, occasionally stopping to nibble and suck hickeys into the crook of your neck. 

His lips trail further downwards, kissing his way across your collarbones and over the plump swell of your breasts. Taking the time to shower each of your breasts with its equal share of gentle kisses.

His tongue darts out from between his pink lips, swirling around one of your nipples, teasing the bud into a hardened peak. Whilst his human hand works to tease your other nipple, pinching and rolling it between the rough pads of his fingertips. 

His kisses continue to trail down your body, kissing in-between the valley of your breasts, moving down to kiss over the soft skin of your stomach, before laying a sweet kiss amongst the small thatch of hair between your legs.

Bucky wastes no time in raising your hips up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up to him.

He leans down to your core, the tip of his nose nudging at your clit as he begins to lick his way through your folds. His tongue flattens against you as he takes one long sweep from the bottom of your slit to the very top, using the tip of his tongue to quickly flick against your clit. He sucks your clit between his plump pink lips, before letting go with a wet pop.

With a desperate whine you find your hands tangling into the lengths of his shaggy brown hair, your chest rising and falling with shuddering breaths.

He listens and takes your desperate whines of pleasure as a sign that you needed a little more from him.

“You want one of my fingers, huh Doll?” he asks, drawing back from you to look you deep in the eyes.

“Please..” your voice rasps out.

“Which one do you want, hm? You want this one?” he asks as the chill of his cold metal hand softly squeezes the plump flesh of your thigh. 

You shake your head. 

“No?” his deep rumbling voices teases.

“Want your other hand…please…just wanna feel you..please” you plead, desperate to feel the warm touch of his human hand.

“Well since you asked so nicely..” he smirks before slowly easing one of his thick fingers into your tight wet heat. 

He begins to slowly draw his finger in and out, making sure to press against that spot deep inside you that has your hips wriggling against the mattress. His metal hand is held over your stomach, providing you with a gentle pressure that makes everything he's doing feel so much more intense. You're fighting the urge to arch your back from the pleasure, but the chill of his metal hand against the heated flush of your skin keeps you right where he wants you to be.

“Oh you need it real bad don’t you Doll?” he’s relentless in his teasing. He always is. Always knowing just the right things to say that will have you wordlessly nodding your head for more.

His finger brushes against the spot inside you that has you rolling your hips.

His lips are on you once more, working in tandem with his finger, as he tastes you with an unabashed confidence.

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet baby..Know you’re close, I can feel you squeezing my finger..” he mumbles against you as tongue continues to flick against your clit.

“Come for me, Doll…” he pleads as he watches how your heaving breaths of pleasure turn into desperate whines.

With one more thrust of his finger inside you and the flick of his tongue over your sensitive clit, you felt your orgasm rush over you. Your tight cunt pulsing with a wet gush as you squirt out your release. 

You hear a deep rumbling laugh as you look down between your thighs to see Bucky pull back for a moment, only to see his face glistening with the evidence of your orgasm. His tongue is immediately darting out to savour your taste on his lips, never missing out on the opportunity to drink down every last drop of you.

Leaning back on his haunches you see him slowly stroke his hand up and down his cock, teasing the head by swiping a thumb through the pooling mess of pre-cum glistening at his tip.

“See what eating your pussy does to me baby? Swear nothing makes me harder than getting to taste your sweetness on my tongue, Doll.”

With his cock held firmly in his hand he lays the length of him down against your lower stomach, almost as if he’s sizing you up. His tip coming up to rest just below your belly button, leaving a stick smear of pre-cum as he taps his heavy dick against your skin.

You were all too aware of Bucky's impressively sizable length, but seeing him line himself up against you like that makes you realise just how big he is, and how much he fills you up.

He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing his hips forward slowly with a groan. Filling you up inch by inch with his thick cock. Working himself until he is fully settled inside you.

He gives you a moment to adjust to the stretch, knowing that you always need a quick moment to gather yourself when he fills you so completely. 

He feels your heels digging into his back and that's all the go-ahead he needs before he's drawing his hips back and thrusting himself into your tight wet cunt.

He rolls his hips experimentally before he feels your nails digging into his shoulder bringing him close as you whisper in his ear.

“Want it hard…please..” you whine, placing a sweet kiss below his ear.

Bucky immediately pulls you close to him, his metal hand squeezing into the plump curve of your hips as he begins to fuck his hips into you with sharp precise thrusts.

The feeling of his thick cock stretching you out straddles the thin line between pain and pleasure, with each thrust into you he satisfies you more than anyone had ever done before.

“Look at you, Doll…Look so pretty underneath me like this…fuck..take my cock so well..” he groans, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

His other hand snakes down to rub circles around your clit with practised ease, knowing your body as well as he did, he knew exactly the right way to touch you that would have you falling apart under his touch.

He continues to work your body, the feeling of him deep inside you and his fingers rubbing you so perfectly has you rolling your eyes back as your orgasm rushed over you.

“That’s it, pretty girl…come for me…wanna feel you squeezing me..” he moans in his deep raspy voice.

With a few more rolls of his hips, he buries his length inside you as deep as he can before he’s filling you up with rope after rope of his release, swallowing your moans in a deep kiss.

Taking a moment to gather himself with a steadying breath he slowly pulls out of you, his eyes never leaving you as he watches the flow of him drip out of you.

Laying down beside you in the bed he pulls you into his strong arms, once again keeping you safe in his embrace. He places a loving and tender kiss into the crown of your hair.

"My perfect Doll…I love you so much.."

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[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 74 Bordering on Madness and Murder

I'm working on my group pic it's so bad

I hate hate hate when people make gross comments on my drawings that make me look like a perv i don't even wanna draw if people are like this 😭

^ My prediction of MOTLE from a while ago as opposed to what it actually is

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

President White leads Irratino to the border in the outlands, where the war resides. To signify the mood, the clouds cover up the sun and a fog lowers down. Irratino’s heart races, and menacing silhouettes linger. The sight of a human shoved head first into a cannon is… so stupid that it kind of kills the mood.

Drakonian natives Sergeant Gunmetal and Governor Lead (in the flesh!) creep forward to corner the G.O.A.T, as well as veterans Admiral Navy and General Coffee. They’ve settled down so much nowadays, it’s hard to believe they were ever in battle.

GUNMETAL: It’s time to die, isn’t it? Trespasser. IRRATINO: No… no! President White led me here… I’m here for Logico! ADMIRAL: Oh… Logico… he’s so cold and alone… COFFEE: That’s quite true, but you see there is also a bit of a problem we must deal with first.  GUNMETAL: If there’s no one to shoot, I have no reason to be here. 

He returns to his guard post. Slowly. 

Irratino approaches a giant damaged wall, used to block enemies (...obviously). 

COFFEE: I wouldn’t go near that wall if I were you! It’s extremely poorly built. It could fall on your head at any second.

Regardless, Navy is trying to jump over it (failing miserably) and smacking it with his sword.

IRRATINO: You really are an admiral? NAVY: Yes… I commanded battleships. I was the only one of my troop who survived… IRRATINO: …OH.

When Gunmetal reaches his post, he sees that he has to traverse stairs, and groans in defeat.

IRRATINO: Uh… need help?

The soldier squeaks and tries to hide behind a cup of coffee!

IRRATINO: …?? GUNMETAL: I… get any closer and I’ll shoot! [waves his arms]

Irratino is endeared by the guy, and sits down in front of him.

GUNMETAL: What do you want! What do you want! IRRATINO: There’s gotta be a way for you to get up those stairs.

He has an idea, but he has to do something dangerous. Luckily, that’s never an issue for Irratino.

So he approaches Governor Lead in his cave. The man is a HUGE bear-like beast, with beefy arms and giant claws, gnawing on bones. Is he a person, or a monster??

But seeing Irratino, he stares. 

LEAD: What… do you want. IRRATINO: I just… need your help. LEAD: I never help people. IRRATINO: …Please? LEAD: Why do you think saying ‘please’ will make me change my mind. IRRATINO: Can you help dig up a lot of dirt? LEAD: …No.

Irratino sighs. There goes that plan. It hurts him, but he has to accept that he can’t help everyone. The person he can help is Logico. He ignites 74 occult candles, filling the air with smoke and making it near-impossible to breathe. And when he slaps the ground, he concludes that the murderer was General Coffee.

COFFEE: We needed to open up a new front in the war, and this man was standing idly nearby. I did what I had to do, but, I’m not going to gloat about it. In fact, here - you can have some official documentation assuring you it was a mistake of the war! Though one, of course, I will not take any kind of responsibility for restituting. After all, you can’t undo a murder!

Irratino just remembered that Coffee was just at that conspiracy convention, and wonders why he’s here on war duty all of a sudden. Maybe it’s just a cover-up.

WHITE: IRRATINO! THIS way.

Irratino stumbles and follows again.

The end!

This episode only happened because tino went the wrong way help

slowly but surely, he is overcoming his issues with distraction and focusing on his real goal!

SEASON FINALE TOMORROW

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[r4inyclouds]

Hold on-...

CRAPPP, MY ARTWORK AUTOCORRECTED!!

How'd it even go from Bucky to Becky??

Sighhhh, guess I gotta live with it

"I am Jamie Becky Barnes, and you are apart of my efforts to make ammends."

(Or, otherwise known as, Jamie 'Becky' Rebecca Barnes, Becky Barnes, or, of course Becky)

I wanted to draw a beefy butch lesbian (bisexual?) leave me be and my growing amounts of genderswaps, I'm pansexual I SWEAR.

More for just some rambles:

Can't tell if I still like Bucky more. But like, UGHHHH, SHE'S ACTUALLY SUCH A NEED IM SORRY. But no, I guess they're equal? That's such a difficult decision. Idk just wanted to feed the lesbians looking for scraps and me I guess.

I shoved my head into the pillow and screamed because I decided to put this on my WhatsApp status and my dad replied "😍"... This is actual bullyin' at this point he's been blabberin' on about my Sebastian stan obsession since he accidentally found out apparently, and how I have 'good taste'...

Curse the neurodivergent adhd parents and their constant need to fester and see me suffer, pay your bills.

Sorry that went a little off topic. Ignore me, I'm just as bad.

Alright, name time! This name was probably discovered before since either so easy and simple but I feel accomplished for once, shush.

So, obviously, Becky from Bucky, just changin' a vowel, you know, the jist.

Jamie, from James, how lovely. I can't remember if Jamie is gender neutral or even from around the 40s nor do I care, I think... It does seem quite feminine to me though... now for personal reasons still questionin' the name. But. Eh.

Rebecca, from Becky. Not much to say on that.

Anyway, please tell me you can tell I love drawin' hair because I do; I would jork to it if I could. So hair? Hair, hair hair. With me, genderswapping is when you just make a character a different label that would fit the norm of that label, which is female, though, when you think about it if you were genderswapped, you'd still have the same mindset as the other version, you'd Identify more with that version and then therefore get dysphoria and act more masculine, maybe become male. I used to hate genderswaps because of that, but I was just thinking too much into it, so I'll have my fun. Anyway, tangent there, but what I was getting to is that I will make the hair longer for women genderswaps just to give the effect, no matter if it was already considered long. So, which is why She has the extremely long hair in Thunderbolts and Winter Soldier, because to men his hair was long, so to women her hair must also be long.

And I also just NEEDED to see her in a grown out pixie cut so tfaws was a great excuse to do that.

Anyway, stucky shipper, sambucky shipper... but I'm still quite not over stucky at all so I focus on them mostly, and honestly, I will draw them preferably my next post as both genderswapped because... NEED PLEASE BOOBA AAAAAAAHHHHHH.

[musette22]

Ok minnie: imagine you had to choose!

Who would you ship more:

Bucky and Chris

Or Sebastian and Steve

Oh noooooooo, why would you do this to meeee 😭😂 This is SO hard, oh my god... Part of me wants to be like "I'm sorry, I'm a monoshipper so I cannot" but I also don't want to be a spoilsport lol, so ummm, let me think...

God, that's tricky. Especially because there are so many "versions" of these boys, you know? Frat boy Chris, Seb in his Chelsea days, prewar Bucky, Nomad Steve, "daddy" Chris with his glasses, fluffy professor Seb, winter soldier Bucky, beefy TFA Steve etc. etc. Some of those would go better with specific versions than with other specific version imo, if you know what I mean 😅

But generally speaking, I *think* I'm going to have to go with Bucky and Chris, purely because Chris and Steve are quite similar in certain ways? Both kind and big-hearted, both kind of introverted in some ways and not at all in others, they both draw and they're both concerned with the state of the world and try to do their bit, and they're both guys who feel things very deeply, to name just a few things. So I think Bucky could care for Chris too, though he could never love anyone the way he loves Steve, obviously. Bucky and Steve are soulmates, after all!

Having said all that, I think Steve would get incredibly flustered around Sebastian because he's just so very pretty and sweet, which in itself could also be pretty cute! But at the end of the day, I think the best solution would just get all four of them together like in the sound of rain on tin by luninosity, for instance 😉

[zydrateacademy]

Current Activities in Baldur’s Gate #5

Spoilers for Act 2 ahead.

My progress on the game continues to be a general crawl as I am constantly rolling new class and racial combos to experience what Act 1 feels like as say, a Drow or a Gith.

I also rerolled my warlock for possibly the third time. I didn't quite like some of the story choices I had made for her to some extent; I wanted to grind out (hurr hurr) Lae'zel rep a bit more than I had on her before with a wiki guide on the side, hitting all the right dialogs for it. Suits the warlock just fine, she's no soldier but still has that asshole mentality. Also I didn't like her face being completely covered with those runes so I went for the lighter option.

(weird bubble thing from some particle effects in character creation)

Other than her skintone being variable between rerolls, she remains fairly consistent. But it's always something purple-ish.

The furthest character I have continues to be Sinji herself, my Dragonborn Bard/Rogue. I almost lost her as a save file, because I have a mod that allows you to get to 20 as long as you multiclass. However you can't just beeline straight to 12 as your main chosen class; because the game's interface doesn't account for that and you'll crash. You need to go 11 and then multi the rest of it. Karlach was a pure 12 barbarian and I kept crashing when trying to level her up... But the game is mostly fairly generous with its autosaves, though at times you can lose an hour or two if you don't go somewhere it deems as a checkpoint.

I lost maybe an hour but I still had a nearby autosave with Karlach still at 11 so I could splinter her off into rogue for some extra bonus movements and might effectively be my partner in crime in Baldur's Gate proper as Sinji pops a performance, draws people to her, and Karlach can break into their stuff. Sinji's stealthy bonuses are better but unless I spec Shadowheart into bard... Karlach can do just fine as long as I get those red vision cones off of her.

I piddled around Act 2 a bit, originally thought I was half done but now I wager it was more of a third. I just discovered two Thorm's, sons or creations of the Act's big bad and... casually persuaded them both to kill themselves in odd ways. One guy let his students stab him to death because I twisted his Shar teachings against him. The other drank himself to death. Both had beefy hit point pools (much more than I'm used to yet, both had something to the effect of 280hp) so my other characters may be in for a hell of a fight.

I want my warlock and Dark Urge to also catch up with Sinji to some point. I found out that Durge has the potential to get a pretty cool monster form that I might have fun playing with. My Durge file is a bit wishy-washy. She's not necessarily going all-in with her urges but it's a case by case basis, truly. I just wish I had a choice with the bard somehow. I would have liked an actual bard teammate with dialog and stuff. Most of the time I let her admire her work but in the day to day adventuring, she's a fine and friendly sort.

My warlock is chugging ahead, approaching the goblin camp (again). As usual she'll wipe it out.

I have a side-drow that sided with the goblins but I found the grove sacking to be uninteresting on a gameplay standpoint. Taking down the goblins is usually a fun room by room clear, damn near military like. The grove attack is more one-sided in your favor and you only fight a few tieflings at a time. And I've fought Kagha before, when revealing her shadow druid affiliation. She's not difficult.

At this point in my experience I really do feel like I should try act 1 on tactician. I'm starting to rush through it but I'm sure I'm missing things. So far I've only fucked around the underdark once and I found the gameplay there more taxing than anything else. At least Act 2's shadow management is... manageable. I put the special lantern on Shadowheart (who's my warlock and eventual semi-bard), but it would be good on any caster because weapons thankfully don't affect spells at all. So she's carrying it around while my three melee chug through the content.

I have a very easy way to count my 'true' hours in this game. I had 52 hours during early access, steam says I have 148 hours played. So that's 92 of post-release hours played aaannnddd... I've only gotten a third into act 2 on a single character.

I'm just having so much fun experiencing all the dialog.

I still don't have a character who's going all in with the Illithid powers and wisdom checks. Might be an interesting idea for a future sorcerer. Like I need more character ideas :/

[povlvr]

1 • A New Kind Of Mission | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...? 

1 • A New Kind Of Mission | OPERATION: FAKING IT …? 

Description: You are summoned to a meeting with Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes & the long suffering PR Executive to present a new kind of mission: Operation: Faking it. Fake dating Bucky Barnes to raise his reputation with the public sounds fun, right?

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Cute Bucky, swearing.

A/N: I can't believe the response the master list got so thanks for all the likes & follows!! FYI I wanted the presentation above to look as goofy & ridiculous as possible, as though Tony actually sat at a computer tongue out in concentration drawing tiny hearts around Bucky.

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‘Could you repeat that again from the top Tony?’ you glanced at the shy super soldier to you left expecting a similar annoyance that you were feeling to be reflected back at you, if anyone looked like they wanted the floor to open up & swallow them whole it was him & quite frankly you were ready to jump in there with him because you were convinced you had entered a parallel dimension before you were summoned into this meeting; that is the only explanation.

You didn’t even give Tony the chance to open his mouth, holding your finger up to shush him as you began summarising the tomfoolery that had just been presented to you.

‘You are concerned about the image of the team, specifically public opinion of Sargent Barnes, the man whom I might add saves the world on the regular & has jumped through hoop after hoop to appease the government & public, so the only way, literally the only strategy a so-called ‘genius’ with a powerhouse of a PR team behind him can come up with is to stage a romance between said super soldier & myself? Did I get everything there? Encompassed your PowerPoint presentation you worked so tirelessly on, clip-art hearts & everything?’ 

‘You seem to have grasped the basic concept of ‘Operation: Faking It’ & also thank you for noticing the hearts.’ Tony cockily boasted; you loved Tony, you really did, but even this was trying your patience.

After giving yourself a moment to gather your thoughts, including a exagerrated irritated breath release & nose bridge pinch you were ready to verbally rearrange his insides, when in doubt point out a man’s stupidity & misogyny aka the Romanoff technique.

‘Again, it’s not quite adding up for me because you’re telling me that all the years I have been working my ass off to be in the position I am was leading up to the moment where I have basically been told my sole use in the team is to fake a relationship so that the public, who are complete morons by the way will like a man who was a prisoner of war, tortured & brainwashed for 70 years?’

You caught the smirk on Bucky’s face out the corner of your eye, you knew he would enjoy witnessing Tony Stark being firmly put in his place & you hoped he didn’t think your reluctance to participate was anything to do with him. 

Tony’s offended face & fake pearl clutching almost broke your composure ‘Don’t twist our words kid, you know you’re a valued member of the team & everyone’s favourite Avenger.’

‘Then why was I asked? Why me? You could have chosen Natasha? Hell, you could have actually thought outside the box & suggested Steve, Sam, Thor? You know be an ally & get the LGBTQ+ community behind this.’ Yours & Tony’s silent battle of raising a brow to each other was swiftly interrupted by the ‘expert’ PR Exec.

‘You were chosen because your image with the public is solid across the board which will intern lift Sargent Barnes’ & the market research concluded that the idea of two assassins together would make the public nervous.’ 

‘Ex assassins’ you & Bucky corrected in tandem between gritted teeth. If looks could kill she would have been dust from the scowl you gave her.

Tony was quick to lower the tension, knowing you were a hair's breadth away from walking out, ‘Plus you’re his type & Thor doesn’t look like he’d snuggle up to Barnes quite as adorably as you would for the cameras.’

‘Would people even buy it?’ the whole time the ridiculous proposal was being presented you couldn’t help thinking that the public wouldn’t even fall for it?

‘If you make it convincing enough they will, public dates, hand holding, glancing into each other’s eyes, bit of PDA, under the jumper action around the city.’

‘Thin ice tony’ You warned. A wave of humiliation overcame you at having to ask the question & address the elephant in the room. ‘What I was implying is that Sargent Barnes is a 10. I am … well not, would they even believe he’d date me?’

Tony’s face fell at your comment & you could see Bucky’s expression of confusion in your peripherals, normally you’d explain a modern term to him but this one he could remain clueless about, the last thing he needed to hear was that you thought he was a 10.

You were confident enough when it came to guys, but Bucky wasn’t any other guy, he was probably the prettiest man you’d ever laid eyes on, he was huge & had a hell of a stare on him but was so soft once you got to know him, you’d become friends since your arrival in the tower. You never thought of him as more than a friend, he could do date anyone he set eyes on, like someone supermodel levels of hot so never thought of him as more than a friend.

Tony looked at you with the sincerest face you’d ever seen on him, ‘You’re an 11 kid.’ 

As much as you appreciated the gesture & threw him a little wink of thanks you were still completely unconvinced this was going to work.

‘Whilst I commend the work that went into the presentation, I’m not sure going for a coffee & dinner is going to get anyone talking.’ 

‘Well, there’s a little more to it than that.’ Tony stated like he was pointing out the obvious that this stuff is rife in the entertainment industry.

‘We hire a photographer & leak some pictures to the press for your coffee date, it will drum up some attention for the gossip sites & then fan attention with social media will do the leg work to get you noticed in the wider news circuit.’ 

‘So, you’re almost encouraging strangers to spy on us, that’s a bit of an ick for me Tony.’

‘You’ll be safe with Tin Man over there.’ He assured.

‘I know I will be, but who’s to say that when I’m on my own I will be safe if people are reporting my location to Deuxmoi every day, where I hang out, my schedule.’ You shuddered at the thought, yeah you could handle yourself but the idea of looking over your shoulder constantly wasn't appealing.

‘Tony, I’m not putting her in danger just to score points.’ Bucky warned, he’s a man of few words but when he does speak everyone in the room pays attention at his deep gravelly voice, you couldn’t help noticing the way his jaw was clenching.

‘Ok, if you agree to this then switch it up, go to a new coffee place, bakery, book shop etc just whilst we’re running the campaign. Oh & it’s probably best you both temporarily re-locate to the tower too, just to prevent any potential for people following you home. I’ve already set up the arrangements on the assumption you agree.’

The very quiet PR chimed in. ‘It’s not that we expect crazy fans to show up at your door, we just expect the media focus to be intense at the start & you really don’t want them chasing after you home.’

‘Enough Tony, she’s not uprooting her whole life, putting herself in danger for me & my mistakes, all to prove to people I’m no longer a psycho killer.’

You reached across to squeeze his arm, he wasn’t huge on physical touch but you both needed grounding to keep this meeting from boiling over, you spoke to him earnestly ‘They weren’t your mistakes Bucky.’ Before turning back to Tony ‘if and it’s a big IF I do this then relocating to the tower is a sensible option I guess, I’d have a list of demands though & so will Bucky.’

‘I expect nothing less kid. Look, it will be initially coffee, dinner, a bit of social media interaction, attend a party or Gala nothing taxing & nothing you don’t already do as friends, so just hold hands, stand closer to one another & the gossip sites will put two & two together & write about you. Then we’ll reassess in a month to see how it’s going & if it’s worth continuing etc. Think it over & we’ll reconvene tomorrow.’

‘Ok but how does it end? It can’t go on forever, what if one of us meets someone, we’ll eventually start seeing other people for real, I mean a girl has needs Tony.’ Bucky’s stomach weirdly dropped at the thought of something not even real ending, then couldn’t get his mind off you at your other concern.

‘Easy tiger, it’s simple, a ‘close source’ will tell a reputable publication that you work better as friends & decided to call it a day. You both get out of it your reputation intact & Bucky’s elevated if all goes to plan.’

You let out a breath & rubbed your face trying to keep your mind from going into overdrive, ‘Ok, can Bucky & I use the room to talk it over & decide if we want to do it?’

‘Sure you can Kiddo, oh … and no missions whilst this is going on, k byeee’ 

As the eccentric billionaire swanned out the office in style with the PR exec on his tail you turned to the Super Solider on your left, you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, it was a mix between being perplexed by the situation & angry about being benched.

‘So, no missions aside, what do you think about all this?’

He couldn't quite look you in the eyes as he gathered his thoughts, ‘I think … I’m mainly embarrassed that I’m 107 years old & being made to stage a romance so that strangers on the internet will like me more & that you of all people are being dragged into it.’ A little sad smile graced his face before his customary scowl returned.

‘I get it, modern times suck I bet, but there will be more than just strangers paying attention. It’s laughable that they didn’t lead with appeasing the higher ups which could intern give you more freedom & less scrutiny seeing you as a ‘functioning’ person. I would have agreed to it in a second had that been mentioned, if you were comfortable with it, of course.’

‘But why are you so willing to help? It’s a lot to ask of you to put your life on hold, move & then the fake dating thing.’

‘Helping out a friend is reason enough. Plus, think about it, we won’t have to cook, clean or do laundry for like a month if we’re living in the tower, it will be like a vacation & Tony will give us whatever we want.’ You wiggled your brows coming up with a list in your head of ridiculous items you could ask Tony for as the Super Solider shook his head chuckling at you.

‘I only need a bed.’

‘Where’s the fun in that Bucky? We could be outrageous I’m thinking new car, a puppy, cinema room in my apartment, unlimited ice cream, a unicorn.’ You checked off your fingers at every wild thing running through your imagination.

He raised his brows trying to stifle a laugh at your ridiculous list, ‘you do realise unicorns are mythical beings, don’t you?’

‘Hey if anyone can get me a Unicorn, it’s Tony Stark.’

‘And a puppy? You are an actual puppy you couldn’t handle one on your own.’ 

‘Yeah, a puppy, why not? You can be their Papa. We could take him on walks around the city, the beach, oh my god we can set him up an Instagram account & all wear matching outfits in our pictures. It’ll be so freaking cute.’ You were practically bouncing on your chair. 

Bucky being the voice of reason wanted you to think this over a bit more, ‘Don’t get your hopes up Doll, Tony hasn’t agreed to it yet, what about missions? Who will look after him? What about this when it’s all over, we won’t be living in the tower, so I won’t see him.’ He looked so sad saying that & you knew you had him wrapped around your finger, no one can say no to you.

‘You could come over & see him whenever you like or us come to yours, we’ll share, he’ll be ours. Tony can’t say no to me, he thinks he can, but I just need to flash him some fluttery lashes & he would sign over Stark Industries to me, so me asking for a puppy is showing him mercy, trust me, the puppy is ours. Fury will love him, did you know Fury loves dogs, he has two, I'm not supposed to say what kind, if anyone asks they are Dobermann's ... they're actually Pomeranian's, white little fluffy things. I bet we’ll have so many people fighting to look after him when we’re on missions.’

Bucky couldn’t help being swept up in the imaginary scenario of you sharing a dog with him, despite him knowing it was a terrible idea & all the horror scenarios his brain conjured at the thought he nodded his head at you. His therapist would be proud of him choosing the path that leads to potential happiness instead of the safe miserable one he usually went for despite it being reckless & not thought out in the slightest. Who was he kidding, he couldn’t say no to you.

‘Ok so the puppy is on the list’ he conceded, ‘But, do you actually need a new car?’ You beamed at him agreeing to the puppy so easily, you should use your powers of persuasion for evil if the hero life didn’t work out for you, you thought.

You shrugged your shoulders trying to justify the request knowing Tony would expect a valid argument presented to him to justify the cost, ‘Nope, I never drive but you just never know when you’ll need a ride so it’s handy to have, ya know?’ You argued.

‘Where are you going to keep the car, does your apartment have a parking garage?’ 

‘No, it does not. I could keep it at the tower, yeah Tony will let me.’ You nodded trying to convince him with your smug smile & challenging eye contact.

He looked at you amused knowing you would fold at his next logical question, ‘So, you’d have to travel to the tower to then travel somewhere else?’

‘I see your point.’ Ok, so you couldn’t win every battle & you really didn’t think the car through in fairness, it just sounded so fun to be able to go on rides in the middle of the night to McDonalds without anyone from Uber judging your eating habits.

‘How about if you need a ride you call me & I’ll take you, I’ve got my bike or my car if the puppy is with you.’

‘Sweet. I guess it lowers my chance of being kidnapped by an Uber driver.’ You grinned at him, he’d learn to regret that offer, you really did get on with Bucky & he seemed comfortable with you, he tended to keep you in check & according to Tony ‘within the atmosphere of reality’ when your enthusiasm or imagination ran riot, so you knew this would be a fairly simple assignment for you both.

‘hmmm what else could we get?’ you said thinking out loud, your fingers drumming on your chin as you pondered what else to ask for.

‘Like I said, having a bed, you & a puppy seems a good deal.’ You let his words sink in because he would be stuttering in no time at the gaff, oh his sweet innocent 1940’s mind.

‘What I mean Is …’ Bucky stuttered, he was such a gentleman that any accidental innuendo or double meaning took him a second to register & then a flood of embarrassment would hit him, it was incredibly cute really.

‘I got what you meant, don’t have a coronary. What about a cabin in the woods, co-ownership? We can take road trips, swim in a lake, see baby deer, build a fire. Oh, the puppy will love it, we need to think of a name for them, we can get matching Kagools.’ You quickly clapped your hands in excitement, you wanted a rainy forest & warm cabin covered in blankets & all snuggling up in front of the fire.

Bucky chuckled at you knowing there was no talking you out of something once you’d painted that picture in your head, ‘Whatever you want Bambi. Just make a list & see what you can get away with I say.’ He chuckled.

You blushed at the nickname, you needed to think of a woodland related one for him. ‘So, we’re doing this? Coffee, dinner dates, bit of insta flirting?’ 

‘Sounds like we are, no idea what insta flirting is though.’ He admitted shyly.

You smiled warmly at him, ‘I’ll teach ya.’ He couldn’t help reaching out for your hand & bringing it to his mouth, he didn’t understand why you were always so kind & understanding towards him, he always enjoyed spending time with you so to have an excuse to be in your vicinity whenever he wanted felt like it was his lucky day.

You winked as his lips touched your knuckles gently, ‘That’s the spirit.’ 

‘Hey, that was genuine.’ He faked scowled at you as he unlinked your fingers.

‘Oh, Sorry.’ You blushed at his gesture & that him being sweet came from a real place, you reached out to him & placed a kiss on his cheek. 

‘So we’re doing this.’ You smiled at him & Bucky found himself reflecting it on his own, he would even go so far as to say he was looking forward to the next month.

As you made your way home to pack up your belongings & spend one final night in your apartment you couldn’t help but be excited for what was to come, yes for the puppy but Bucky being there with you too, he was a good guy & needed pushing to leave his house when he wasn’t on missions. He had once told you that living his life as a free man was stressful, he’d missed out on so much, having been held captive for so long he found the choices of what to do & where to go overwhelming at times so just stayed home. You always hated the thought of him alone, so having a little family tied together with a puppy would be good for him, who cares about the PR bullshit you thought.

The next day you both crossed the T’s & dotted the I’s & laid out the final plan & agreements with Tony & Rachel the ‘PR wizard', you’d snitch on Tony to Dr Strange at a later date for the ridiculous title he gave her. 

So, you didn’t end up getting the blue whale on your list, you compromised graciously with a whale watching trip, a trip to Wakanda to see Bucky’s goats, use of Tony’s log cabin in the woods whenever you liked, a puppy & unlimited Ben & Jerry’s for life for both you & the super soldier, quite frankly it seemed like a sweet deal. 

Bucky quietly admired your strength in arguing every crazy demand & saw Tony almost working out how he could get you a blue whale at one point before you relented to common sense once Bucky had managed to talked you down but mostly he loved seeing the sheer joy on your face at every yes from Tony, immediately turning to him with a wink, he knew that the next month or so would be filled with your unwavering enthusiasm for every event & would hopefully let him experience some of it through you, it was just a few dates & pictures with a friend, nothing more, right? 

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[nightlyshame]

sweet as honey

Summary: How is Steve supposed to resist your sleeping form when you're laying all spread out for him, begging him for it. Well it's easy he can't. 

Paring: Steve Rogers x reader

Word count:1,7 k

Warning: Smut-MINORS DNI, Oral(fem receive),Shirtless Steve, Somnophilia, P*ssy job, Wet dreams.

A/n: I had this fic in mind for a long time so I'm super excited to share it with you all! Enjoy, like and reblog!

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 You had just finished your night routine, changed into your little silk gown, brushed your teeth. And when you were about to leave your bedroom you felt a wave of tiredness and thought maybe you could take a little nap before Steve comes home. But your plan to just take a short nap didn't work as your short nap turned into a long one and you went into a deep slumber.

But your mind didn't go to sleep. No your wicked brain was coming up with very unholy sweet dreams about your strong, handsome and beefy super soldier. 

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Steve opened the door and entered your shared home. A big smile on his lips at the thought of cuddling with you while eating ice cream in front of the tv. “Honey, I’m home!” He called out as he entered the living room. He didn’t find you there so he called again ”honey?” He checked his watch, 09:25 PM. Where you already asleep he thought. With soft step he walked up the stairs to the master bedroom, softly opening the door not wanting to disturb you if you had fallen asleep. 

When he opened the door he was met with the cute image of you on your stomach, adorable little snore escaping your lips. He couldn’t help but admire your beautiful body, his eyes travelled over your whole body. That's when his eyes reached your ass. “Fuck” he grunted when he saw that you weren`t wearing any panties and your naked pussy was on display for him, your short night gown had rosen up. Showing off a bit of your ass but mainly you pretty little cunt. Steve could feel his pants tighten, closing the door behind him he moved further into the bedroom. Your legs were already spread for him, one straight the other bent to the side. He gently climbed onto the bed, careful to not wake you up, he ran one big hand up your thigh.

He laid down so his face was now at the same hight as your dripping pussy. He took a grip on each of your ass cheeks spreading them apart, getting a better look at your tight hole and even tighter hole. That when he heard your little moans and your hips started to grind into the mattress. He removed his hand quickly not wanting to wake you up and ruin the fun. But you continued to grind into the mattress you moans getting louder “Steve, yes right there” he got up to looking at you face, he thought you woken up but it seem you were still fast asleep “naughty little girl, dreaming all those filthy dreams, wonder what they might be about? Maybe me eating that sweet cunt of yours” He watched as you kept grinding and moaning his name, he started to palm his erection through his jeans, your wiggling and grinding made the nightgown rise even more and your whole ass was now showing and was being eyed up by Steve hungry eyes. He couldn’t resist softly slapping your ass, you let out a moan at his action which made Steve pants even tighter. 

He stood up from the bed and removed his shirt, he opened his jeans and pulled them down his boxer tagging along. He lazily stroked it as he climbed onto the bed again.

He laid down a groan escaping his lips as his cock made contact with the mattress, he was eye level with your weeping hole. He started placing kisses on your thighs, he brought his fingers to you slick folds, sliding them through “that dream seems to be pretty good by the way you pussy crying” he nudged you clit with his finger which made you jerk, he pressed harder on you bundle of nerves drawing quick circles on it, your moans got louder and you gripped the bed sheets hard, still sleeping. His warm breath fanned over your heated pussy and when he no longer could hold out teasing you he dived in. Licking thick strips through your slippery folds, a whimper coming from his lips at your taste. “Always taste so fucking good” he said while massage you thighs and pulling them more apart. He continued to feast on you, Steve cock throbbing against the mattress.

You could feel how you started to wake, your whole body feeling warm “Steve?” The fast licks on your clit made you breath hitch “Steve what are you- ” His lips latched onto your aching clit, taking away your function to speak.

He had a hard grip on your thighs keeping you still while sucking hard on your now extra sensitive clit. He let go with a loud plop making you relax a little but you relaxation was quickly cut off when he started to tongue fuck you and his skilled thumb moved to you clit starting to work your poor clit like a pro, rubbing it just the right way, you couldn’t stop your moans. “Steve!”

You reach a hand behind you grabbing Steve's hair, pushing him more into your greedy cunt, your back arching giving Steve more access. “Please don’t stop” Steve mumbled something back that you couldn’t catch but the vibrations of his words sent little electric sparks through you. You could feel how you were getting closer. He removed his tongue from your needy hole, licking through your folds not letting a drop go to waste

“Steve-close-so close” you said fast and with quick breaths between. He added his finger to your dripping entrance and pushed two thick fingers in making you let out a loud gasp, he finger fucked you hard and sloppy still somehow hitting all your right spots. His lips wrapped around your clit again and you felt like you were about to explode “fuckfuckfuck-fu” the knot in your stomach tightened and he sped up his finger, his rapid movement made you triple over the edge. You release leaking out around Steve's fingers, your breathing loud and uneven. Steve removed his finger from your greedy core, sucking them clean before licking up every drop of your creamy sweet release.

He moved away from your pulsing pussy and moved up your body to your face, his hard cock laying heavy on your bare ass, gently and lovingly he started to kiss your shoulder and neck up your jaw.

“Hi baby” you said with a little giggle. He lifted your chin so he could give your lips multiple small kisses, “ Hi honey” he smiled against your lips. He softly started to grind into your ass. One hand gripping your hip “what were you dreaming about'' he asks kissing down your neck. A moan slips past your lips as he found your sweet spot “I-I was dreaming of you Steve and your big thick cock” he smirks at your answer “so what filthy thing were we doing in the head of yours, let me guess I was fucking your tight little cunt” you let out a shocked little gasp, still tipsy of you orgasm and Steves kisses “how did you know? Be honest Steve, can you read minds?” You say, he chuckles at your question and continues to give you kisses “I can't read minds honey, sorry. But do you wanna know what I can do?” You hum at his question “what can you do Steve?” He moves down so his cock is between your thighs, grinding into you wet pussy “I can make all your dreams come true” his angry head glides through your creamy petals “please make them come true Stevie”

He takes a hold of his cock and guides it to your wet entrance slowly pushing it in, not even halfway in and your already feel how your getting close “feels so good”  you say half muffled by the sheet you pressed you face against to keep you moans at bay, he leans down pressing kisses up your clothed back  “yeah? You like daddy’s big cock stretching your tight little pussy”  he wraps a hand around your neck keeping a pleasing tight grip around it “yes daddy! Love your big cock” He softly starts to thrust into you, his thick length stretching you so good. “Harder daddy! Fuck me harder” one of his hands wrapped around you neck, pulling you back against his chest while the other one had a hard grip around you waist, he start to harmer into you making the whole bed shake. Broken moans escaping your lips at his brutal pace, the room filled with his low groans and your high needy moans. “Feels so good wrapped around me, honey” he can feel your velvety walls clench around him, he takes his hands on your waist and moves it towards your throbbing clit, rubbing your little bundle fast in hard tight circles.

You let out a scream at his touch. “don’t stop! don’t stop-'' your orgasm crashes through you and your mind gets foggy and euphoria spreads through you. "You did so good honey, creamed all over my cock” he started to rub your clit harder, and tighten his grip around your neck “ahh! daddy!”  You don't know if you should beg him to stop or beg him so continue, all emotions melting together. “It's too much-no more-'' the pleasure takes over all your senses and emotions . You start to meet Steves thrust grinding into him. He tightens his grip around your neck making you moan out loud. He starts to kiss that one spot on your neck that makes your whole body go weak and you pussy squeezing him so tight a hiss leaves his pretty plump lips, he starts to rub your clit even faster.

You can't help but keep babbling about it being too much. “Honey, you keep saying it's too much but still here you are grinding against me like a greedy little whore” you can’t deny what he is saying knowing he’s stating the truth. He stopped rubbing you clit and took both his hands and placed them on you hips and stars to fuck into your swollen, sensitive pussy even harder. “Cream on my cock honey” you don't even notice the drool leaking from the side of your mouth, completely cockdrunk barely even able to think. “Give me one more and then we’ll stop,'' he said with a sinister smile.

Both you and Steve know that nothing in that last sentence Steve stated is true and that he would at least make you cum 4 more times before even thinking of stopping. The only thing you know for sure is that you have a long night ahead, consisting of mind blowing orgasms and a guarantee that you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

[c-rowlesdraws]

Naked Mole Rat people for Giving Week?! That sounds so cool!

I did draw naked mole rat people for goblin week!! <-- You can view the two that I drew (sadly became too busy to draw more) in that tag!

I wanted to design a species that could be a "weird cave monster" sort of enemy in a fantasy setting, with traits that are usually presented as scary and gross, like big claws, no eyes, and naked mole rat wrinkles, and different specialized castes with their own strengths and vulnerabilities. From their own perspective, though, their appearance and specializations are just natural, beneficial adaptations for their underground environment, and the differences that come with each caste are for serving particular roles in their complex, eusocial society before they're for fighting outsiders. They're Just Guys. I didn't get to draw an updated version of this guy, but here's an old sketch of a rare member of the beefy "soldier" caste-- the only caste they consider really meant for fighting.

[sweeptomp]

I wanted to draw these two again. I may have done Kai a bit too beefy…! Also trying out some height practice again, and while both aren’t fully visible I think it looks pretty okay! Also no, Kur doesn’t have a new outfit. It’s just the common soldier outfit.

[lemonlurkrr]

What is ur geniune opinion on warriors?

Hi anon I'm gonna use this ask an excuse to talk about hyrule warriors in general (but if you wanna hear just about Warrs read the first chunk)

I just,, thoroughly enjoy this Link's vibe (LU+LOZ)

I still haven't figure out what exactly I like about this incarnation of Link

Kinda like TP Link he just seems like a regular dude (although just a little diff since he was a soldier beforehand BUT STILL, that's not the same as signing up to be the hero of courage)

And gHHHHH that one line about him not feeling worthy of the hero's garb 👌👌👌🤌🤌 got me right in the heart tysm nintendo

I enjoy him getting a little too confident with the mastersword and that biting him in the ass later. I think the game wanted it to be more like a lesson on the power of friendship but I like viewing it as a harsh reminder that Link lonk is still human

Chill OUT my guy HDHDJCND

When it comes to LU, I like his older brother vibe (also like twilight?? I'm sensing a trend)

This has definitely been said before but yeah he slots in pretty well with the rest of the LU gang, I can see him getting along well with everyone

Even with general loz HW Link I feel like there’s a lot of potential for exploring a wide variety of relationships between him and the rest of the HW cast

I like the scarf. It adds to his silhouette and I am all for small additions to help distinguish between the Links

That little hair antenna???

Out of all the Links, I think I like drawing his outfif the most

HW is just a big ol group of friends who could beat the shit out of me

The blue from the scarf sprinkled throughout, the gold trim, and the single pauldron 😩👌

I feel like Warriors would listen to doja cat

Reminds me of TP :)

Give!!! Link!!! FRIENDS!!!!!

Being alone (BOTW) has its own vibe that I also thoroughly enjoy BUT HAVING A BUNCH OF FRIENDS?????

Good shit.

The nature of the relationships between Link and all the other warriors in-game aren't suuuper fleshed out (i think?? I always struggle to pay attention to the dialogue from the characters during each level lmao) but ayo isn't it fun to imagine what kind of conversations they'd have between battles?

What kind of jokes do they make? Who do they always chat with/gravitate towards?

What kind of stories do they share?

Do they even share stories? How secretive are they about their lives off the battlefield?

All of the animations in-game are over the top and i love it so much

It would have felt weird if they half-assed it or had only a couple crazy ones HHDJDJC

They went feral with the animations that honestly wouldn't really make too much sense in a battlefield BUT IT LOOKS COOL AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS

music music msic

booyah now we’re really getting into “general thoughts on HW” territory

GOOD SHIT.

everything just feels so,,, beefy

it’s either big rock band electric guitar stuff or big orchestra stuff and I love it so much

atm Focal Line is my favourite 👌

I also enjoy Linkle’s theme, I think it’s cute how they quoted the theme from Link’s crossbow training in there

I’m easily pleased when it comes to music stuff so literally any time the OST quotes a theme from the previous games I lose my shit

It's such a simple thing but DAMN do I love doing stuff like booting up a level, hearing the music, and going !!!!!!! INSIDE A HOUSE THEME?????

The whole ost is pretty high energy and god knows I've been craving mind numbing upbeat music lately

I very very much love Link with the fire rod

Speaking of the wack animations, the stuff with Link and the fire rod always come to mind first

That thing just looks so powerful and it's a nice change from his regular ol sword

I wanna draw so much fanart of him using that thing!!!

HHHHNGHH BOTW Link is usually pegged as the arsonist BUT HEY whabout HW Link

Multiple realms coming together, time fuckery

Feels weird tbh

But also doesn't??

Like contained within the HW bubble it's fine and I like it, it's fun getting to see different locations and music from the other games

BUT, when you get to thinking about what would happen if this game were considered to be canon,,

Do the characters from the other timelines remember these things when they go back to their time? When exactly in the big zelda timeline is all of this taking place?

What stories of the hero of legend did this Link grow up listening to??

I think I've seen some folks place it before BOTW as the merger of the timelines but tbh I like its ambiguity and won't be HCing it in a specific spot

canon???????????????

Isn't it fun imagining the sort of angst/fuckery you could get from HW not being canon??

I think about this post a lot

I am a sucker for trippy/dream-like stuff so questioning whether HW is real or not is 👌👌👌 (for general LOZ and in LU)

I also think about this fic a lot (it's an AOC fic and I know we're talking about HW rn but GODT DAMN. The funky "is all of this a dream?" stuff is so good, I would literally go feral if someone made something like this for the OG hyrule warriors)

I want to make a comic/animatic or something with this idea but aaaa this is a funky idea to communicate visually

Link, who ARE you? Are you a unique incarnation of the hero of courage stuck in a void where your actions don’t affect anyone else on the timeline? Or are you and your adventure an amalgamation of random elements from the rest of the real heroes on the timeline?

The false hero, not in the sense that he is undeserving of the title, but that he just doesn’t. exist.

ow

[donutloverxo]

Nude

Run through - Steve wants to try new things so he takes a painting class with a nude painting subject. Only the woman he has to paint are you, Peppers assistant and his crush.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

Steve Rogers was many things. He was an artist, an amateur cook (who really does try), a loyal friend, a good citizen, a soldier. Yet when people looked at him, they only ever saw the captain. His friends called him cap. He'd go weeks without hearing his own name. Sometimes he felt the lines were blurred. When did Steve Rogers end and Captain America begin?

He had a big wake up call when he confronted Tony, saying he wasn’t iron man, it was an alter ego. To which Tony said that Steve was basically captain America. And Steve couldn’t argue or disagree, because it was true. He didn’t want to lose himself in his work anymore than he already had. His therapist told him to make healthy boundaries, which is what he’s going to do.

So he ordered some colors and pencils online and got to work on his art, for the first time in a long time. It was exhilarating and freeing. He could lose himself in it, go on for hours without thinking and seeing anything but the colors and his canvas. Which was extremely rare for him. He could rarely ever shut his brain off or run from his traumatic memories.

Everyone could see the visible change in him. How he seemed happier. Clint even joked about it saying

“Cap must be getting some”

To which Steve only snorted. There was no room for anything as complicated as a relationship or sex in his life, not right now.

But wouldn’t it be nice? To have a woman to hold and to paint. To love and care for. He didn’t let himself delve too much into that fantasy. Because even if it was a nice escape once in a while, he knew that while Steve Rogers might make a good partner, Captain America would certainly not. He would never subject any woman to deal with either of them.

With some encouragement from Sam and his old friends he started attending painting classes at his alma mater, the Brooklyn College, every Saturday evening. It helped him make some friends. He didn’t know if he could call them friends. Most of them were too different from him. They seemed like different types of 'tortured artists'

When he heard that there would be a nude subject to paint the next class, he was a little bit hesitant. Such a thing would’ve been scandalous in the 40s. But he was trying to open himself up and that meant pushing his comfort zone, even just a little bit.

When he set up his canvas, oil colors and brushes that Saturday he expected male subject. He didn’t however expect to hear a woman’s voice. He was too focused on his set up to look up, whatever. He didn’t care if it was a man or a woman. There wouldn't be anything erotic about it. This was strictly professional and educational.

He looked up to take a good look at his subject, when he felt as if his soul was knocked out of him. There you stood, his crush, Pepper Potts' assistant, and the woman who turned him down.

“You know back in my day they used to play elevator music” He said to drown out the awkward silence. Even after all this time, he still didn’t know how to talk to women. He had had a crush on you since the moment he laid eyes on you. You were always so funny and sweet. Asking him and everyone about their day, if they were doing well. Always willing to help others.

When he let it slip that he likes banana bread, you baked him a whole loaf of it, which chocolate chips so ‘so you think of me when you have them. They’re my signature of sorts' you had said proudly. Of course he’d be thinking of you when he ate it. Overthinking actually. Wondering If you like him as he likes you, or if you’re just being your sweet self.

“Oh we still have that!” You chirped “but not in um professional or business buildings like these”

He just nodded. Tapping his foot impatiently. You would get off in just six floors it was now or never. “Hey uh – what are you doing this Friday?” he asked shyly.

“Oh just watching some Gordon Ramsay with my dog probably. I have no life” you laughed at your own self depreciating joke “Why?” you tilted your head.

“I was thinking, maybe we could get dinner? Only if you uh – you wanted to, you're free to say no” he promised. Maybe he should’ve asked you to ‘hang out' or 'for a coffee' like most people these days. But he felt that was no way to treat a lady, especially one like you.

“Oh Steve” he was already disappointed upon hearing your tone “I would’ve loved to. But even though we don’t work together, it wouldn’t look good you know? I mean I don’t care much for 'my image'” You said making air quotes “But I don’t, it’ll be complicated” You looked completely defeated. As if it hurt you to say no more than it hurt him to hear it.

“I completely understand” He nodded “no hard feelings” he gave you a smile as he watched you walk away. It did break his heart a bit, but he’d respect your feelings.

He looked at you taking off your satin robe revealing your bare body to the class of twenty or so artists. His breathe hitched. Your hair flowing down your back and covering a bit of your left breast, your soft stomach and thighs, the patch of soft curls at your core, your nipples hard against the chilly air, and how your stomach rolled a bit as you sat uncomfortably on the stool. You were beautiful. A work of art even. There was absolutely no way he could do you justice. He started drawing an outline on his canvas. You would very well be his best subject.

You looked around a bit, your fingers holding onto the stool for dear life so you could stave off the anxiety and feeling of being so exposed. Then your eyes landed on him. You thought you were dreaming, maybe you didn’t see properly, so you did a double take. Then you were frozen on the spot. There he was, Captain Rogers, the first Avenger, the man you often dreamt about, sitting right in front of you while you were naked as the day you were born.

You had no idea what you should do. This was literally like a nightmare come true. If you flee it would look bad, if you didn’t it might look worse. You decided you’d follow his lead. So you peeked a glance at him from the corner of your eyes and saw him, sketching you? Holy shit Steve Rogers was drawing a nude portrait of you. What has your life become?

You had always been insecure about your body. You knew magazines, porn and movies were meant to feed people lies to get them to buy more things. That didn’t make you feel any less bad about not looking anything like the women in them. You tried to remind yourself that you have many things going for you. Like your supporting family, your loving friends, your cute labrador, your amazing job.

Speaking of your job, exactly why you turned Steve freaking Rogers down! A man that looks like him asking you out and you say no. Your friends flat out laughed in your face at your unfortunate predicament, where the cake is right there but you can't eat it. Now that you thought about it, it was funny.

Your co-workers weren’t kind to you. Even on your best day you didn’t look anything like the women you worked with, who would stab you in the back the first chance the get. You were kind to everyone, but you knew by now not to expect the same treatment back. Which was why you had to say no to the beefy blonde. You didn’t want to be branded as the ‘office slut’.

Which now you were sure you would be. You didn’t know Steve enough to know he’d be willing to keep this a secret. He didn’t seem like someone who would do that to you. But you still couldn’t help but think the worst.

You squirmed and shivered in the chair for a good part of the next two hours. By the end your back was sore and you did everything you could to avoid looking at Steve, only sneaking glances here and there, while he seemed too engrossed in his work.

You had done this a couple of times before, to accept your body for what it is and get comfortable with it. If you weren’t going to love it no one would do it for you. Finally the time was up and the artists were asked to pack up for the day.

You quickly got up from your stool putting the robe back on. You turned your back to Steve, stretching your muscles. You couldn’t wait to lay down on your comfy bed and just get out of here. But you knew you needed to have that inevitable conversation. You probably would never be able to look Steve in the eye after this.

You walked towards him as he was cleaning up his work station. “Fancy seeing you here” You cringed at your embarrassing attempt at a British accent.

“Hey there” He gave you a bashful smile scratching the back of his head “I didn’t expect to see you here”

“Right back at ya” you returned his smile, no longer feeling on edge. It was strange how his presence served to comfort you.

“You do this often” he asked casually. You couldn’t really hear any judgement in his tone, not what you would expect from a hundred year old.

“No not really. It just uh – I’m trying to love myself. Which I already do! Of course” you let out a nervous chuckle “just trying new things and stepping out of my comfort zone”

“That makes two of us” he said as he was done packing his bag, which he was deliberately doing at a slow pace. He didn’t want to leave. Not yet.

“Can I... Look at your painting?” You asked nervously. You didn’t know if you wanted to see his interpretation of your naked body, what if it was bad? But what if it was good? What if he was impressed by you...

“Uh it’s not done yet. And frankly I’m not that good”

“I seriously doubt that. I’ve seen the sketches in your office” You caught your slip of tongue. You couldn’t let him know about your borderline unhealthy obsession with him.

“Well, have a look then” he relented showing you his canvas.

You let out a breathe you didn’t even know you were holding at the painting. It was breath-taking. The woman looked like you, but why was she so beautiful and graceful? In the painting she was sitting on a stool, like you, in front of a tree admiring a rose in her hand. She was naked as well. It reminded you of classic Greek paintings where women weren’t perfect, but were celebrated for their imperfections.

“It’s amazing Steve. I – do I look like that?” You stammered not being able to tear your eyes off the painting.

He shook his head at your shock “On the contrary you look much better I’m glad you like it”

“You’re a great artist” you gushed

“I don’t know about that. I’ve seen much better” he said humbly.

You would argue with him. But you knew it would be of no use. Looking at the beautiful woman in the painting gave you the surge of confidence you needed “Steve, does the offer for that dinner still stand?” You straightened your back looking up to lock eyes with him.

“Yes” He blurted without even thinking “how about tomorrow evening?” He asked.

“Yes that will be awesome! You can pick me up at seven. I’ll text you the address“ you said making an mental note to do so.

You could hardly wait for your date. You didn’t really care about what your co-workers would think of you. As long as you were happy their opinions didn’t matter.

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[art-i-know-yes]

Well, coping mechanism. My reaction to episode 62 of DnDaddiessss!! I have fun doing these!

SPOILERS FOR EP 62

Mnnnnhh not particularly alarmed by the episode name

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE FIFUFBDJIDBDJD IT'S THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS "ON RON'S ARC, NO WAY" IM CRYING ALREADY FVCK

Ok so that ruined me already.

"Pretty in check or internalized"

Oh my gAaaahhdd Darryl this is why you don't repress

Nailed it

ELDRITCH SUGAR CRASH I FVKIN WISH

"Doesn't mean that I love you" sheesh ok Willy

Ohhhhh no safety net :(

Wow Ron's will and testament

"I'm a gentleman"

"It's not about you having a dUmptruck azz"

The return button

WOOOOOOOOOWWWW

"This isn't smooth Anthony"

"You gonna ghost me"

Erin is goals

beeeeeaaaaaacchhhh

Cute little baby creature

Banana Boat. BB.

Do we hAve to get fishing stuff

"Someone roll" "you mean mE"

They really said give us an encounter and then "I cast fireball at my highest level"

Genies?!?!

Why do they have to start playing dnd NOOOWWWW

Aaaaaannnnddd he's small

Henry almost saying he's not from here but quickly changing it to i haven't been here for a long time

FOUR DAYS

Baby sized Henry. How tall is Henry?

HUUUUH babybear

PAEDANNNNNN THAAAAAT'SSSS RUUUDDEEE

"You can't be best friends with your kid, that's what Glenn learned" jesUz i chocked

Wow look at them genuinely having fun being alive

"Half pint sized self"

Oooo an army consisting of: The Omega Daddies, the dragon Radiolab, 10 beefy bounty hunters, David (can't spell his last name), and 10 bluuueeecoaatssss so far

Hell yeah trees

Ohhhhh we have to make them break concentration

Pfftt what allies

Wow 1-10 hours chance to do something, every 5 hours the OD army can improve from 1-12 ways, aaaannddd everything is depending on good choices

Awww Grant happy that he's alive

Baby boi Grant is really debating

Smol Henry voice uwu

JESUS F V CKING CHRIST GLENN

"Read the room...read the beach!"

"A d4 is that all?"

Nobody has said anything about smol Henry

She's been training for this moment

Grant is the epitome of gay panic rn

I love Sparrow

"Ooo..sh-t"

Sparrow is just slightly worried

TJ teaching Ron how to play love it

5'10 HENRY 2'11 HENRY

Laaaaaaarkkk CPS ahhhhhh

Glenn being the most reactive and it doesn't even affect him

"There's a good chance we're not gonna get outta here so GOOD luck with one" AAHHHHH DARRYL YOU CANT SAAAAY THAT

Grant freaking out

Asking Glenn immediately for help

Reverse arcs

"Still a kid we're not giving him money" "Even if we do win my son is probably not gonna forgive me"

"This is for fun" YOU DECIDED TO ADD BETS DARRYL

"You want your kid to forgive you?!" "I wanna earn it!"

We love instigating

Awwww good brothers

The Hotties carrying it but also Grant had the best roll of the kids

JESUS HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING

MAAATTT GAAAAHHHH

Scottish mother for Ron

"We draw the line at child soldiers" "Paedan you don't count"

Rip Grant died from gay panic

I will never express how much I love Sparrow and I love Lark too but mmmhhhh

"Your grandfather is kinda a jerk" that has been established. He kept their unconscious bodies in a secret room.

Is Henry venting to his kids

Peace maker Sparrow right now love it but I am also enjoying deadpan violent Lark

"And Sparrow likewise" his kid is so gonna try and get violent

Do not ask this man if he's ok Terry, the answer is gonna be no

Awwww Terry Jr. and Ron relationship always mwah

"I knew that from the very first moment I saw you"

Terry Jr. giving an awkward laugh

The thing Ron said about his personality is really coming back to me

gasp AFFECTION TERRY GIVE AFFECTION I LOVE IT AHH CUTE THE CARE HE DOES

"Trust me you don't want me to lose my sh-t" He's gonna unleash the Doodler

Ooooo Oooo OOOOOO Laaaaarrk

Glenn's in everyone's convos

I mean this is a conversation

Ooooof oof oooff oof oof don't be cruel

"I'm gonna kill him" "He's twelve"

Beth is angy

Wow it's really bad Henry doesn't want his kombucha

"Hey Darryl as the two good dads" BDJDKDVEJSO YOU LOST UR KID AND HIS KID IS COMPLETELY TRAUMATIZED INTO A DIFFERENT PERSON

Ya know what I wanna see Glenn have a complete breakdown

Y-y-you don't you don't know what to talk about mmm hmm k

Ahahhaha Glenn book

The GROUP scream from hearing about a string of x's

Rip Erin's mushrooms

Gleeeennnn 50/50 on going back

PFFFT

beach episode

This episode just had like a biiit more emotional baggage than I was expecting

[jobean12-blog]

So I heard that it's your birthday today!!! I hope you have had a wonderful day today, and I thought I might give you some Bucky's for your special day!

A little during the war Bucky. He's going to take you out dancing until your feet hurt. Whispering, "You look so beautiful, doll," before he gives you a chaste kiss. Causing you to giggle when your red lipstick stains his petal pink ones. "Well, now I really need to just destroy those perfect red lips. I already have."

The Winter Soldier is going to gift with ravishing you. He's not about sweet love making. His mission is to destroy you until you're too dumb to think about what even happened. Walking away when he's finished and you're wondering if it was all a dream.

Beefy!Bucky is going to give you the best of both worlds. He's still struggling with his memories of being the Winter Soldier, so sometimes he just comes out. But sometimes, he just wants to push you up against the wall of that dirty apartment, his lips kissing along the column of your neck, while he ruts into you slowly.

TFATWS!Bucky is going to make sure that you are taken care of first. Want to cuddle on Sam's couch? He'll let you lay on top of his chest. His flesh arm wrapped around you, while his Vibranium arm draws shapes on your right arm. Giving you sweet little kisses on top of your head, and he wonders how he got to be this lucky!

In conclusion I hope you, my fellow Libra and October baby, have had a wonderful day with all the Bucky's taking care of you!! Happy Birthday Jo 🖤🖤

Jennnnnnnnnnn omg this is such a gift! I absolutely loveeeeeeee these! I want one of each please and thank you so so much!!!! This was such a wonderful way to end my day! So so yummy and sweet and perfect! Thank you so much for thinking of me! Hope you’ve had a great day! Sending love and hugs always❤️❤️❤️❤️ and ps when is your bday? 🥰

[tf2-hellhole]

What are the mercs most insecure about, and how would they react to their S/O comforting them about their insecurities?

This is structured a very specific way. The first one or two bullet points describe what the mere is insecure about, and the rest is like a rough-draftish mini story about their S/O comforting them. Some are shorter because I don’t think all the mercs get self-conscious, so I tried to write what I could for them. Also featuring this dumbass headcanon I have about Spy’s appearance :-)

Scout:

Scout has a lot of insecurities about his appearance that culminate in a general anxiety about other people disliking him or not thinking he’s cool. He always wants everyone to think he’s the best, and feels like shit when they don’t. Because of that, a lot of RED and BLU’s insults hit him pretty hard, but he tries to hide this from people.

After noticing this, his S/O sat him down and tried to talk to him about it. They told him about how worried they were about him and his self-esteem. He sat back nonchalantly and denied what they were saying, trying to keep his cool in front of them. But this defensive wall he put up fell apart when his S/O started describing all of his accomplishments and all the things they love about him.

“You really mean all of that?” he asked, his eyes wide.

When his S/O assured him that yes, they do think he’s handsome and athletic and talented and millions of other great things, his eyes quickly welled up with tears and he pulled them into a tight hug, sniffling loudly.

Turns out he’d really been in need of some genuine kind words, and hearing them from one of his most favorite people in the world made him feel a lot better. From then on, his S/O made sure to tell him he did well in a match or his outfit looked great when he looked like he needed it. He started getting them treats and making them little drawings as a thanks for the emotional support.

Soldier:

Soldier doesn’t really have any insecurities. I really do think that he doesn’t give a shit about what others think of him, he just wants to chew bubblegum and kick ass

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate encouragement and compliments from his S/O

He always grins and yells “THANKS, HONEY,” after every compliment.

Pyro:

Pyro usually isn’t insecure, but like a small child, they feel really bad when others ignore them. That usually makes them think the person doesn’t like them anymore.

But they bounced back really quickly when their S/O told them they were just being mean, and it’s not personal. Pyro’s never been one to sulk.

They giggled happily and threw their arms around their S/O, grateful for the comfort.

Demo:

Demo, like Scout, is also a man with a lot of insecurities he seems to try to bury. His mother’s constant beratement has convinced him that he’s a burden to her and that he’s not the best at his job. He knows he’s good, but he thinks he’ll never be “DeGroot good”. He knows his family’s standards are too high but he still feels like shit about not living up to his mother’s expectations. He’s also very insecure about his one eye, and wishes he had both even though his mother is angry he hasn’t lost his other one yet. He also seems to be insecure about his race, as seen in Meet the Demoman. He describes himself as a “black Scottish cyclops”, as if being black and Scottish is a bad thing. Maybe he feels like he doesn’t really belong in either culture, or maybe his color has given him horrible experiences back home, I’m not really sure. So yeah, this man has a LOT of problems that he tends to hide under a confident exterior and drown in alcohol.

Demo gets really emotional when he drinks and cries a lot, so his S/O learned quickly to just take him to bed and get him water when they heard his sobs. But when they approached him this time, they saw that he had barely touched the bottle on the table.

They sat down with him and asked him what was wrong, and he proceeded to vent for about five minutes straight. He had just been on the phone with his mother, and she had been particularly rude about what a disappointment he is. He finished with “And the worst part is, she’s right. I’m a bloody failure,” and buried his head in his palms with a shaky sigh.

His S/O frowned and insisted that his mom doesn’t know what he’s talking about. They brought him into a tight hug and said that everything she said was wrong; He is a very talented, intelligent, wonderful person, and he shouldn’t hold himself to his family’s standards. He wrapped his arms around them and continued to cry into their shoulder.

It’s gonna take a lot of work to help Demo get over these thoughts, but those words did make him feel a lot better.

Heavy:

Heavy often feels insecure about his size and weight, even though he honestly isn’t fat, he just has a thick build and is extremely beefy. Despite this, the other team’s insults often make him still feel insecure. He would often find himself standing in front of the mirror in private and frowning at his reflection.

For a while, he had kept quiet about these thoughts. But one day, he realized that keeping them to himself was probably bad for him and decided to address the issue and talk to his S/O about it. He thought that maybe they and Medic could help him lose weight.

His S/O was horrified by the way he talked about his body. They immediately dragged him down into a hug to tell him that he’s not fat at all.

Heavy was very surprised by these compliments and the sincerity of them. But once the shock was gone, all he could do was laugh softly and wrap his arms around his partner.

He still decided to start eating healthier, but would think about what his S/O said often and no longer frowned when he saw his reflection. His S/O noticed that after this, they got more hugs and forehead kisses from their partner.

Engie:

Engie tends to feel a little insecure about his height and weight. The enemy Scout likes to call him all sorts of names. He usually doesn’t react to this with more than a grumble, but it actually really gets under his skin, much more than people would expect. His parents raised him to be polite, and even though he throws around a couple of mild insults here and there, some of the vicious things that are said to him and to the others shock him. He also has a tendency to keep his insecurities to himself because his father, who he idolized, would often tell him that he’s busy when Engie would try to tell him what he thinks and how he’s feeling.

So one day, his S/O noticed he looked a little distressed as he stared down at his blueprints. They asked him why he seemed so upset. He looked up, sighed, and turned to them to tell them how he was feeling.

As soon as he finished, he apologized for telling his S/O all that, he didn’t mean to burden him with his thoughts. His S/O pulled him close and said that he shouldn’t feel like he had to keep his feelings to himself, and that they would always be there for him. They then assured him that he’s not that short and that he’s perfectly healthy.

Engie turned bright red at his S/O’s words and laughed weakly into their shoulder. “What would I do without ya, darlin’?” he whispered.

His partner noticed that for the next few days, he had a little pep in his step and was more helpful to them and the other mercs. He felt a little more confident after realizing that he doesn’t need to hold his problems in anymore, because his S/O would always be there to listen to him when he’s feeling down.

Sniper:

Sniper, like Scout and Demo, has a lot of insecurities. As a child, he was always bullied for being a weakling and being too skinny. So now, he feels self-conscious about his height and lanky limbs and he always thinks that people are looking at him negatively.  And due to the rough, tragedy-filled life he’s lived, he has a lot of anxiety about the people he cares about leaving his life. It makes him feel more insecure about how others see him.

These feelings had recently been bothering him more than usual when he found himself cuddling close to his S/O in his camper, his limbs wrapped around them and his face against their neck. He found himself clinging to them more tightly as they ran their fingers through his hair and down his neck and back.

They asked him if he was okay, though he didn’t respond. They could tell he wasn’t going to tell them what was wrong, so they reminded him that they love him and they’ll always be there for him, even if he doesn’t want to say what’s wrong.

He muttered an “Oi love ya,” in response. They smiled and leaned down to press kisses to his forehead.

They noticed in the next few days that he smiled and talked a bit more than usual, and spent more time around them.

Medic:

Medic doesn’t get self-conscious very often, but sometimes he feels a little down if one of his experiments fails. He’ll usually sulk around the lab with his birds all over him, too upset to heal anyone or do any work.

His S/O came into the lab and picked up Archimedes, who was perched on top of his head, and asked him if he was okay. He proceeded to loudly complain about his experiment not working.

His S/O laughed at the angered ramblings of this man covered in birds and told him that these things take time and lots of trial and error. They knew Medic knew this more than anyone, but maybe hearing someone he loves saying it out loud would help him gain motivation.

Medic only sighed, pulled his partner into his lap, and muttered a “Thank you”. He smiled when he heard them laugh as some of the birds hopped onto their shoulders and arms.

He finally corrected the experiment that night while chatting with his partner.

Spy:

Spy is only insecure about two things, his laugh and his face. His snort is a little embarrassing for him, but he’s learned to brush off the insults his teammates give him. The thing that really bothers him is his scars. He would never admit it, but when he was young, his performance as a spy was sloppy. He ended up in a lot of melee fights that resulted in scars across his nose, left cheek, and neck that he hates. The scars didn’t deform or disfigure his face, as they were all light cuts, but he hates the pale lines criss-crossing his skin. Only Medic knows, when Spy asked if he could fix them with some kind of medigun modification, but they were too old for Medic to fix.

So obviously, Spy was terrified when his S/O asked to see his face. He quickly turned them down, and they asked why. “You won’t like what you see,” he replied.

They tell him that whatever is under the mask, they will still love him more than anything. He looked down at them and only saw sincerity in their eyes.

With shaking hands, he pulled the mask off his face and waited for the gasp, but it never came. “All that fuss for those?” they giggled before pressing kisses to his cheeks and nose.

Tears of surprise and relief sprung in his eyes and he sighed happily. He felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around his partner and kissed them passionately, relieved they didn’t mind the scars.

Spy spent the rest of the week pampering his partner and ensuring they would never be unhappy again.

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Run, Hide, Leave behind

Pairing: warlock!Bucky Barnes x Reader  Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, death of minor characters.  Words: 2354  Summary: He was following you with such persistence as if you had mortally offended him once. It had hardly been a week, but you felt like you had spent an eternity lurking in the shadows, expecting the warlock to appear right in front of you any second.  P.S. Oh, Nasuverse magic system... One day I’ll make a better story about it.  _____________________________________  This place gave you creeps: abandoned medical facilities looked scary even on TV, but hiding in one of them at night by yourself was much more frightening. You would never come here if you had a choice. However, the one hunting you down did not particularly care for your fears, chasing you like a true police dog. The only reason why you came to an abandoned hospital at the outskirts of the city was because Wanda sent you here, saying that your shielding magic might work better in this particular location. Since you had no more places to hide – he destroyed every one of them, leaving dead bodies behind – it was your last refuge.

As you walked down the empty corridor, your sneaked into one of large rooms with several steel beds and no mattresses. The old creaky floor was dusty and bubbling, one of the windows boarded up, the others so dirty you could hardly see anything but silhouettes of the huge pine trees surrounding the hospital. Sighing, you took out a piece of chalk and got on your knees, drawing an uneven circle and started scribbling around it. You doubted it would really work when everything else didn’t.

The medallion on your chest got heavier with every word you whispered, and you thought how stupid it would be to die for just some old artifact. Sure, it carried the magic of the ancient, such power a mage like you could hardly imagine, but it was also the reason it was completely useless to you. Only the most talented and experienced magicians were to enjoy its power, while your pathetic charms could not even activate the medallion. You only kept it because it was your family’s heirloom, the one thing that was left to you by your parents. If you had ever known that it could nearly destroy your life, you would give it up the first time you saw Bucky.

Yes, he was the very same mage who was chasing you now, the legendary Winter Warlock who could cover the whole city in snow and ice in the middle of summer. You could still hear Wanda’s screams once he literally blew the door along with the half of a hallway with his magic.

Why was the medallion so important to him? He was above all the sorcerers you had ever known. He probably had tons of magical artifacts like this, the silver glove he wore on his left hand being a much more powerful item. Moreover, since Bucky Barnes was a well-known outlaw of the magic world who had been in hiding for years, it was odd he came out now. He was following you with such persistence as if you had mortally offended him once. It had hardly been a week, but you felt like you had spent an eternity lurking in the shadows, expecting the warlock to appear right in front of you any second.

The sacred symbols were glowing with gentle golden light as you finished creating your shield, probably the only thing you were more or less good at. It was a great pity your shields were just the means of protection, nothing else. You saw once how Pietro’s Bounded Fields cut an arm of a mage who wanted to break through, but you were so repulsed by the sight of blood and someone’s suffering that you have never tried to learn this type of magecraft.

Nonetheless, even Pietro’s charms were not good enough against someone like Winter Warlock. He was amongst the few ones who could use True Magic. They said he even knew the spatial warping spells.

You heard a loud bang and felt your skin crawling. Warlock was here, in the corridor on your right, you could see his massive distorted form through the open door – a dark cloud was slowly turning into a tall beefy figure. Apparently, Barnes was keen on keeping himself in a good physical condition.

You swallowed, your heart pounding wildly. It was the end of you. Quickly removing the medallion from your chest, you looked at it and bit down on your lower lip. You asked your ancestors to forgive you for not being able to keep your heirloom safe and stood up. When Tony, the head wizard of your coven, had given up on helping you, you knew you will die in a matter of few days.

“It’s nice to see you waiting for me.” Warlock said in a low voice, and you shivered: he had always been silent every time you saw him. Something was different today.

You could not utter a single word in return, watching him entering the dark room and smirking at the sight of your pathetic golden shield. He raised his right arm, and the chalk was immediately erased from the dirty floor, living you with no protection against his magic whatsoever. Well, it was worth a try.

As he advanced towards you, his black cloak almost reaching the floor, you suddenly reached out for him, having a medallion in your hand. Maybe he could give you an easy death then, you thought. Maybe he would not, but now there was nothing you could do about it. For some reason you were unable to end your own life – three days ago you tried to drink the poison but dropped the bottle once your lips touched its top.

“Why?”

Warlock narrowed his icy blue eyes, and you gasped for air. Did he expect you to fight him? Was he thinking you had to die an honorable death for your heirloom? Surely, he knew your pathetic sorcery couldn’t even reach him through his own magic circle.

“You wanted to have it. Take it then.” You managed to say meekly, watching the red star on his shoulder, a symbol of deadly blood magic user. “Anyway, there’s nothing I can do to protect it.”

“The medallion?” Bucky chuckled, coming closer to you with each step and watching your body tremble. “You think I’ve been following you the whole fucking week for this?”

Despite his harsh tone, he carefully took the artifact in his flesh hand and then touched the dull metal with his silver fingers, making the medallion shine all of a sudden. Ah, his power activated it.

“I… I thought… you reached out for it when you came the first time.” You mumbled, confused. “I have nothing except it. Nothing valuable.”

Suddenly, he tilted his head back and laughed loudly, still carrying the medallion in his hand. You were taken aback by his response and just froze on the spot – what the hell was happening here? He tried to snatch this little piece of metal from your chest once he spotted you. If he wasn’t coming for it, what else could he possibly want from you, a low mage who had only discovered her powers a year ago?

The corners of his eyes crinkled once he grinned at you, coming so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. He didn’t punch you, though, or hurt you in any other way. Bucky simply put the medallion back on you again.

“Look at me closely, little girl.” He demanded, and you stared at him like a rabbit in front of a snake.

Before you could realize what was happening, his face features started to change, the magic making him look younger, healthier as his dark circles and pale skin were transforming slowly. His dark long hair became much shorter, his smile less threatening, and in a few seconds, you were looking into the face of a young soldier James you had met something like a month ago in an amusement park. In fact, you started going out with him - he was probably the sweetest men you had ever encountered, gentle and caring. James was one of a few people who could make you laugh to tears with his jokes, too.

But a sudden appearance of Winter Warlock ruined everything. You had to hide, and since James knew nothing of your magic powers, it was very unclever to get him involved in all this. So, you simply stopped calling him and then dumped your phone shortly, afraid for both his life and your own. You were scared Warlock could do something to him once he learnt James was important to you, but, thankfully, it had never happened.

Then it suddenly occurred to you that you saw those icy blue eyes before. It’s just that time you thought they were the same color as the winter sky, and you told James a few times how unusual they looked. He was both proud and somewhat shy about it.

Clenching the medallion in your hand, you felt tears filling your eyes and stepped back from Warlock as he reversed his magic, and his hair grew back again, his face tired and aged up.

“Is this how you entertain yourself?” You barked at him and wiped the wet tracks with you shaking hands, but tears kept streaming, nonetheless. “Pretending to be someone you’re not and having fun with a mage who can’t win against you? Do you enjoy hunting people down that much?”

“No, I don’t.” He said sternly and made a step towards you while you kept going back. “You brought it upon yourself, don’t you think?”

“And what have I done?” You tried to fight back the tears, thinking of all the times you spent together, talking nonsense, having fun, laughing. It stung. It only made you cry harder, and you turned your reddened face away from his. “What didn’t you like? Didn’t my kisses feel nice? Or was it the way I dressed? Were you mad at me because you didn’t get into my skirts?”

“Oh, I could get there pretty fast if I wanted to, love.” Bucky smirked, and you sent him a glare. How could this bastard be your James, the man who spent all his money to win you a teddy bear in an amusement park? How could he play his role to perfection, making you never even once doubt his intentions? Did he use a love potion or charms of some kind to draw you to him? With his level of skill, it would be easy. Maybe it explained why you fell in love with him so goddamn fast.

“Then what the hell do you want from me?”

You realized he had cornered you only when your back was pressed into the cold wall beside you. Although you were ready to die just mere minutes ago, now you wanted to fight. Regardless whether you could use magic or not, you were ready to make everything a bit harder for Warlock rather than silently submitting to him.

“Why didn’t you come to the cinema that night, little girl? I was waiting.” His smug smile faded, and you felt fear rising up in your gut again. “I’ve been waiting for a damn hour for you to show up or send me a message. When you didn’t, I went to see you only to find a pretty blond guy taking care of you in bed.”

The color drained out of your face when you remembered the night when you didn’t come to see the movie you two chose. Warlock was right. You weren’t there for James because you had a migraine, and Pietro and Wanda came to put some soothing charms and help you relieve the pain. It was Pietro who had casted a sleeping spell when his sister was in the kitchen doing her herb potion.

When Warlock came to ruin your house in the middle of the night, you chose to run, completely forgetting about apologizing to James. You had no time for it. You fled immediately and never thought of the night when you were supposed to meet him in the cinema, instead thinking of keeping him away from the mess you got yourself into. It was impossible to link these two events in your head as Bucky had never said why he was following you in the first place. Of course, for you the only logical reason was the artifact.

But in the end, he didn’t want to grab to your medallion. He was reaching out to touch you.

Well, at least it explained why he was trying to tear Pietro apart, almost chopping his arm. If not the Bounding Fields and Wanda’s teleportation spell, he would be dead for sure.

“I was unwell.” You forced the words out of your mouth. “Pietro and Wanda were there to heal me.”

“Did they, truly?” His cool silver hand gently touched your wet cheek.

“Give me the Truth Potion then.” You almost spat in his face, clenching your hands into fists. “Go inside my head, see the truth for yourself. You blame me for something I have never done when you made me believe you’re a nice man, used me, manipulated my feelings, and then hunt me down like an animal. God, you had almost killed the man who only tried to help me! You murdered several trespassers who weren’t ever wizards at all!”

When you finished, you felt your hands going limp as you could no longer control your own body. You felt like you were floating in the air, your legs too weak to keep you standing, and you let out a small sob. Did you forget in your rage that you were talking to one of the most powerful dark magicians? He could kill you with his thumb.

“If what you’re saying is true, you’ll get your sweet soldier back, love.” A dark smile slid across his lips. “Or would you prefer me, the mage? I bet I could give you much more as a sorcerer. I could teach you to use your medallion, give you the power you’d never even dreamt of. Believe me, you’re going to like it.”

“I want you to leave me alone.” You said under your breath, frightened and distressed, but his hand was already on your chest leaving a bloody star on your grey jacket.

“Too late, dear. You’ve made your choice a month ago.”