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[miles-crow]

Hi, welcome to Femtroy Hooters

Twitter made me do it okay,,? But you can't say he doesn't slay the fit

[bumfuzzled-bee]

Jojo !

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Trapper Mugo

Species: moth

Design based on (kind of): Brindled green moth

Birthed at Highgrove but moved to Hallownest when fairly young, Mugo started taking interest in critters that lived there. Some time as a teen, he met the Hunter and the two talked about the journal. Mugo gave the hunters journal a try but quickly realized he has no thrill in killing the critters he encounters. Instead, he wanted to study them eventually started making traps and such to capture them instead, finding the cunning of the hunt to be more interesting than killing. Likewise, he liked exploring the flora and fauna of Hallownest. It use to be a lot more exciting before it all got infected...

As a young adult, Mugo found himself at the Colosseum of Fools during one of his travels. There, he met his future boss, Boss, a mechanic that works on the stage setup during the battles. She recognized his skills and understanding of critters so she hired him to capture and bring them for the coli fights She also build and provided mechanics for the traps needed. It was a learning experience but Mugo eventually grew to enjoy his job.

During one of the busy days at the Colosseum, he learned it was visited by the group of nobles called Magnolia family who stayed at the City of Tears at the time. He was curious about them as they come from the same kingdom where he use to live but has barely any memories of. Alyssum, a butterfly from the family, noticed him and the two started chatting when other nobles weren’t around. The two were completely different worlds so they just clicked in the conversations. Mugo was head over heals in love with Alyssum and she warmed up to him as well during the Magnolia family’s long stay at the city.

The two dated, meeting mostly at night and deep within the city on their own, just being in love. As the time went by, Alyssum started to try convince Mugo to come with her, become part of the Magnolia rule and family and live as a noble by her side at Highgrove. However, over time of the two dating, Mugo learned the family was rotten business and trouble so he kept refusing her offer, countering it with his that she should stay with him instead. Alyssum also refused, losing her patience, demanding for him to join her side, showing that she had no intentions in losing her status in a ruling family of another kingdom, claiming that her wishes should be final. This hurt Mugo but made it clear they will stick to their own viewpoints that gave more strains on their relationship that slowly started to fall apart.

Argument after the other, the two broke up on bad terms in a fight, Alyssum scaring his face with her magic as he tried to escape from her possessive act. Heartbroken and injured, Mugo retreated to lake of Unn for some time to be alone. They haven’t heard from one another in quite some time after that until Alyssum sent him a letter to meet her at the Crossroads as one last attempt of “mending” the relationship. Mugo never showed up. As things became hectic within Hallownest, Alyssum eventually left and Mugo hasn’t seen her since and many years passed...

Mugo fully focused on his hunting business, changing tactics, trapping and alike as things within the kingdom changed as well, filling his journal and notes with useful info about every beast and critter, their tricks, weaknesses and strengths and how to deal with them. He worked alone and did everything as a lone wolf unless the task requested a group work.

After meeting Rham and Yonna on the way back to Colosseum one day, he learned he missed companionship and friends, growing rather close to both, feeling welcome and happy for the first time in a long while.

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Characteristics:

+: Adaptable, intuitive, strong willed, helpful -: Withdrawn, vengeful, clings to the past, somewhat harsh n: cunning, fair, righteous 

Inventory:

Spendable/Consumable: 

Sweet root: A root equivalent of a sweet snack or an energy drink, depending on how much you eat it. It’s not very favorable but it’s VERY juicy and sweet! It’s like sugared water. Mugo LOVES these. Often replaces them for actual food which isn’t healthy.

Lifeblood gel: Made out of herbal roots, hot spring water and lifeblood seeds. It’s for external use ONLY and heals wounds faster~ Can’t mend any internal injuries though. Too much application might worsen the healing, especially if wounds aren’t properly cleaned first.

Spare Lifeblood seeds (for now): Because who doesn’t want to have the marks of the heretics around, right? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Known to drive regular bugs a little… ditsy or delusional if eaten raw. Good for internal injuries but one won’t be able to get back to their feet easy for few hours.

Sleeping Pollen: Collected from a specific plant, causes drowsiness or sleep when eaten or inhaled. Too much of it can knock out a person for hours.

Numbroot: Extremely bitter but nothing subdues pain like few bites from it. Internal use only. Too many bites lead to full numbness for couple of hours. Some factions of other kingdoms use the extracted liquid from it for assassinations. Mugo takes bites of it to kill off his back pains…

Stinger ivy extract: A potion of a sort, made by the shamans. He isn’t sure what’s mixed in them but it helps recover from electric shocks and stings. Has one spare bottle just in case, as he avoid any charged lumaflies if he can. Didn’t seem to use it in recent shocking events but decided to walk it off instead…

Fog mushroom: A specific type of fungi that lets out a lot of smoke when placed near fire. It’s like a fungi fog machine if thrown in fire, easily covering a lot of space in thick, funky smelling fog. Mugo uses it for hunting belflies who rely on the sight. (he can see their glow but they can’t see him coming for them with the traps~)

Ember seeds: Plant seeds that pop and crack loudly when near heat or in fire. Good for scaring off large critters away or in specific directions (like where traps are set~)

Odor bomb: Kept in the palm sized round chestnut like shell, it’s a mix of collected, specific droppings that have a strong scent. To some critters, it’s a sign to get out of there and to some, it’s a wonderful bait to come close to…

Hive nectar: EXTREMELY RARE, a gift from someone, owns just a small pill size with him. It speeds up recovery and healing of any sort, even from the illnesses but only for less than a day which is often enough to pull someone out of a critical state. Carries it and keeps it with him at all times for most alert emergency.

Items:

Traps, nets and gadgets (only during hunting): Depending on the errand at the time, the types and sizes of them vary and he carries only essential ones for the job.

Two large nails the same size and look: The nails are long with short handles. Uses to both fend himself and to agitate critters when necessary or activate traps from the distance. Uses one for shield and other for striking but isn’t a very good fighter, only super fast on reactions and saving his husk.

Emblem of White Magnolia: a necklace with a pedant that’s always around his neck, gifted by Alyssum. Unlike the original Magnolia family symbol that has pink hues over the flower petals, the white one represents Alyssum’s faction of the family. Always keeps it around his neck, hidden by Mugo’s thick mane. 

Forsaken Dagger: Carries Taka’s ashen essence, named purely out of troublesome events it caused to the group. Have yet to be examined. After paying Sly 2000 Geo for it, having it be stolen minutes after, taken to the dream realm to cause problems to Taka and then taken back only to end up in Mugo’s hands again, he’s not too trilled to have it but has to.

[happyflappymoscowbirbpleyyn]

Happiness

Prompt:  Forest - “Ignore what they say about you. You’re amazing.”

Pairing: 2P!Denmark/2P!Finland

@nordicrareshipsweek

Leevi jolted awake when he heard the sound of someone crying. Rushing to where it was coming from, he found Mikkel curled in a corner in the front room crying. Scampering over to the crying Dane, Leevi got to his level and pressed his head to Mikkel’s chest. His way of letting him know he’s here. Arms wrap around the Finn that was pulled into a tight embrace. He didn’t mind. Mikkel needed positive physical contact to help him get through this and Leevi was more than willing to provide that. A hand was gently placed on Mikkel’s non-scarred cheek and a thumb caressed it. A gentle kiss was pressed to Mikkel’s chin. When Mikkel calmed enough was when Leevi spoke to him.

“You’re going to be fine, my love. I’m here for you and I’m here to stay.” Mikkel rested his chin on top of Leevi’s head. “I’ll make sure no one hurts you ever again.” Leevi cuddled up to him. Mikkel loosened his grip so he wasn’t crushing Leevi. “It’s ok to ask for help. You don’t have to go through this alone.” A yawn soon escaped the Finn. “When you’re ready let’s go to bed.” Mikkel stayed sitting there holding Leevi for a while longer before he picked up the Finn that had fallen asleep cuddling him and carried him to bed. There he laid Leevi, then climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around Leevi again before falling asleep himself. Leevi snuggled up to Mikkel in his sleep.

In the morning. Leevi woke to see Mikkel’s already awake and holding a mug. He’d made coffee not for himself, but Leevi. Aww, that’s so sweet of him. Sitting up, Leevi took the mug from him and drank the coffee after saying thank you to Mikkel. The Dane smiled a bit. Red eyes look at Mikkel and a faint blush crossed his cheeks. Why is his fiancée adorable? He gently pulled Mikkel down so he could kiss the Dane’s bearded jawline, murmuring how much he loves the other. Mikkel’s smile widened and he kissed Leevi’s forehead.

“Feeling better?” Leevi asked. “Mostly,” Mikkel replied. “There’s still something there.” “I have an idea and it involves us going outside.” Mikkel stared at the Finn for a moment. “Alright.” After the coffee was done, Leevi cleaned out the mug before getting dressed. Mikkel had already done so. He’s wearing a black shirt that says cuddlebug in red, along with red jeans and red shoes. Adorable. Leevi changed into a red Power Rangers shirt, black jeans, and red and black shoes. He also put on his signature purple scarf. Once both were ready, they headed outside hand in hand. Mikkel let Leevi guide him to their destination. There’s trees. “Let’s head into the forest.” Gently tightening his grip on Mikkel’s hand, Leevi led him in. Purple eyes look around at the various trees and what’s in them. “How far in are we going?” “You’ll see, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. Mikkel liked the sound of that. He almost bumped into Leevi, having not realized the other had stopped.

“Here we are.” Purple eyes look around to see what Leevi spoke of. There was a clearing that looked like someone had been here before. “Did you do this?” Mikkel asked and looked at Leevi. Red eyes look at Mikkel. “Yeah. For if you’re still feeling upset after an incident like last night.” Cupping Mikkel’s face, Leevi stared up at him with love in his eyes. “I don’t care what they say. You’re my cute teddy bear and no one is taking you away from me.” A dark blush crossed Mikkel’s cheeks. Heels lifted off the ground a bit and Leevi kissed Mikkel. His kiss was returned and arms were wrapped around him. Leevi smiled when they pulled back. “I love you, teddy bear. I’m so happy you said yes.” Now Mikkel’s smiling. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Leevi.”

[headoverhiddles]

Having A Size Kink With The Killer Klowns Would Include

Requested by anon! 🔫 🍿

You’d be out camping one day, and come across the big top 

Approaching it, you’d be a little wary, but a little excited since you love clowns so much 

Basically, you're like !!! circus!!! ahh h h!!!

So, you approach, but a shadow looms over you before you can enter. It’s a huge clown, with green hair and colorful clothes 

He looks down at you, and pauses before using his cotton candy gun on you... you look up at him, and something seems to pass between you two, almost like an affection at first sight 

He tosses you over his shoulder, and introduces himself as Jumbo. You grin, feeling his large glove hold you by your ass, and he takes you into the big top 

It turns out to be their spaceship, and you’re taken to the main area

A bunch of other huge clowns of all shapes and sizes gather around you, all so much bigger than you, and you feel your heartbeat pick up 

There’s one with Spiky hair that takes a particular interest in you, and he comes forward, wrapping his big arms around you. 

You bite your lip, loving the feeling of how much larger Spiky is than you. You hear their suggestive laughter, and look around to see all of them jumping in excitement... they must be able to smell the pheromones 

You wonder what it would be like to kiss a killer klown from outer space... ;) 

[msruchita]

Who Knew? - Part 2

Summary: It’s been 5 years since the snap, Bucky doesn’t seem to be coming back. Enters a stranger who is a balm to her soul. Will she dare to love again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (There’s just a lot of smut, so please, swearing too)

Here’s my fic for KC’s @buckmesideways22 prompt ‘You’re a slave to pleasure’ for her challenge. 

Also, thank you so much to @thesaltyduchess for literally helping me get through this series. I almost gave up if it wasn’t for you.

Let me know your feedback and seriously, every like, reblog, comment is appreciated. I always aim to make myself a better writer. So, to stop rattling on, I hope you guys enjoy! Plus, my Taglist is open, but I will stop tagging you if after a few fics; I see no activity from your end

@brazen88brat @lancetuckersmustache

Masterlist

‘Beg me.’ He commands you, voice deeper than usual.

‘Please Killmonger, please fuck me. Please!’

He dips a finger into your swollen folds, your pleas tugging at his heart strings but he needs to be sure, toying with your nerves.

‘I need you in me.’

He chuckles, claiming your mouth, but doesn’t give in to your cravings.

‘I will have you writhing, screaming, clawing at me, screaming my name under me before I give myself to you.’ He grins against your lips, watching you with piercing eyes.

You almost scream with frustration, your body so tightly wound up as all you can do is need his cock inside of you. You need it, you want it, he belongs to you. It makes sense now.

He releases the bruising hold he has over your throat, stroking the marks left behind softly in apology as he rams three fingers back inside, massaging your walls feeling you gush all over his hand. The other comes behind to squeeze the ample flesh, fuck, he will never get over your ass. Your previously ebbing orgasm roars back to life, approaching rapidly as you manage to choke out, ‘Erik, I’m going to cum, I can’t hold on. Please, let me cum.’

Panting, you see him give you a long, searching look before removing his hand, one coming to grip your waist and the other around your throat back again. ‘You’re a slave to pleasure. Denying it to you, is absolutely euphoric.’

With no warning, he’s inside of you. There was no indication and you barely felt him move, the thick length burning deliciously, stretching you out as he grunts, waiting patiently as you adjust against him, nibbling at your ear, watching the flush on your face deepen from pink to red.

The moment you’re ready, he sets a gruelling, bruising speed that has you hanging on for dear life, your eyes squeezed shut against the sparks of pleasure. He carefully pulls out of you before slowly moving back in, moaning at how tight you are. You bite down on his neck, wrapping your arms around him, tangling your hands in his hair, pulling slightly as you begin to shake under him.

He picks up speed, throwing you down on the bed, holding your thighs down, pounding into you as you feel each thrust till your womb, the sensation nearly making you scream. Gripping your hips, your legs wrap around his waist weakly, legs trembling from the strain as he pounds into you mercilessly.

His fingers travel back down, a hidden vibe in his hands as he sets it on your clit, the vibrations making you jerk.

‘Erik, oh God, I can’t.’ Tears roll down your face as pain/pleasure blends into one intensity, as he pulls you up again, your hands automatically going into his hair, your bangles scratching his neck, almost undoing him.

‘Come for me babe.’ His hand tightens around your throat, squeezing the breath out of you as he murmurs into your ear. ‘Let me hear you come for me.’

One final thrust, and he presses the vibe against you and you come hard, squirting all over the two of you, biting down hard as you muffle your screams into his shoulder. Erik removes his hand, biting down your neck on an unmarked area. A moment later he groans, his release spurting between the two of you, when he slipped out of you, you had no clue.

Somehow supporting himself, he gently twists both of you, laying on your sides, slowly stroking your back, your hands still loosely tangled in his hair.

He rolls on his back pulling you on top of him, as you lay spread out on his chest, breathing deeply as you kiss the scarred skin.

‘Nobody else will ever own my heart but you.’ You whisper quietly in his ear as he wraps his arms tightly around you.

You flipped your butterfly knife over and over, repeating the same pattern, waiting outside the throne room as you heard Erik and T’Challa embrace each other, the rage and desolation you felt clouding your thoughts of happiness for them.

Blood trickled from a cut on your cheek, as you wiped it carelessly with the back of your hand. Looks like the doctor missed a spot, as you grimaced at the sweat and grime matted in your hair. Your breaths still came in shallow, painful waves as you stumbled slowly from the infirmary to the throne room, coming as no surprise that Erik had called you in for a private audience away from the Avengers. Either he had heard about the stunt you pulled or that thanks managed to get you; your bet was the former, he wouldn’t call like this if he didn’t believe you needed to be punished for your error.

Dr.Cho managed to stitch you up to the best of her efforts, the gaping wound in your stomach now carefully bandaged from where Thanos had stabbed you as you entered at his toneless voice to see him sitting regally on the stairs, his silent appraisal sending shivers rolling down your spine.

‘So, the yoga teacher decided to play hero, and look where it got her. You couldn’t even take down a small alien on your own? No surprise, you needed help, predictably.’ You watched his composure slip for a brief second, surprise giving way to anger to fear.

There was a strained beat of silence as Erik stood up sharply, crossing the distance between you, grabbing your arms and shaking you roughly as you forced back a wince. ’I explicitly told you not to go. I told you to stay behind, watch over the palace in my place. What were you thinking rushing headlong into the fight?!’

Your eyes narrowed dangerously but he continued seething, turning around to pace. ‘You disobeyed a direct order from me, putting yourself into danger like that. Do you have no regard for yourself? For me? For all of us?! You could have died Y/N!’

Rage swirled inside of you at the accusations as you whirled around, raising your hand to slap him, but he anticipated your anger, catching your wrist deftly in his hand. He sneered into your face as he backed you into the nearest pillar, tightening his grip. ‘You dare to strike your love, your King? I expected better from you.’

He pinned his hips against yours, securing you firmly against the pillar, his hand crushing your wrist above your head as you let out a startled, pained gasp. The stitches on your belly, merely a few minutes old, started to tear as the bandage came loose under the fabric of your shirt. He immediately loosened his grip.

‘How dare you. How dare you think I would intentionally risk my life so recklessly, as if it means nothing to me? I tried my best, and sometimes, it isn’t enough, so be it.’ You whispered dangerously.

You grimaced at your own thoughts of fear, anger and excitement, suddenly yearning for something more salacious at the intimate position he had trapped you in. You looked up to see him staring at your waist, staring in horror at the blood that seeped through your shirt coating his arm with blood. You wrenched your arms free from his grasp, ignoring the wince from him, wrapping your arms around your waist, trying to stop the blood flow.

A brief look of hurt crossed his face as he reached forward to caress your cheek with his palm, the warmth bringing about a sting of tears, tenderly stroking your skin in its warmth as you closed your eyes. ‘You belong with me. Y/N, look at me.’

The command was soft, but you shook your head, closing your eyes tightly, willing the tears not to spill from its dam. ‘Y/N, baby, please.’

His voice had dropped to a whisper, as he cupped your face in his hands, gently bring you down to sit beside him. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens never begged for anything in his life, and to hear him grovelling, just for you; you couldn’t refuse him and you opened your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks slowly as he gently grasped your shirt, undoing the buttons to reveal the loose, bloodied bandage.

‘Why didn’t you tell me? That it was this bad? When Dr.Cho told me, I couldn’t believe it, I have failed you.’ He gently pulled you into his arms, whispering into your hair.

T’Challa slowly backed out of the room, quickly searching for a certain soldier who might be able to help defuse this situation. He had not expected to find Erik screaming at you when he decided to enter back in, seeing you enter, to thank you for your courage, completely missing the way Erik held you like a lifeline, not understanding what he felt for you. His eyes were on Bucky’s ashen face, the soft look of happiness faded into one of terror at the memory of you bleeding all over the floor.

‘James, Y/N needs you.’

You were completely undone, sobs wrecked havoc on your abused body as he cradled you, shushing you, wiping away your tears. ‘I swear on Wakanda, and on my father’s grave, I will never fail you again, I love you so much. I should have never said those things. Let me make this right sweetheart, please.’

Tenderly brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, he cupped your face in his warm hands, silently begging for permission.You nodded simply, floored by his admission as he quickly closed the gap between you and kissed your lips softly, promising his undying love, hope and everlasting happiness.

Grabbing a special nano gel salve from his cargo pants, he slowly unravelled the bandage, whispering soft words of love as you sucked in shallow breaths, brushing the salve with his hand lightly over the huge wound, his words keeping your steady as the flesh began to knit together till all that was left is a giant bruise. His normally cold, brown eyes were warm with lingering concern and reverence of your strength.

Cupping your neck, Erik kissed each of your eyelids softly before bringing his forehead down to rest gently against yours. ‘I’m so sorry Y/N, I just can’t bear to lose you, not you.’

You captured his lips in a heated kiss filled with forgiveness and compassion.

‘And you never will.’

The door closed with a soft snick as Bucky leaned against the heavy wood, the glimpse of his friend resting his forehead against yours, the gentle way you started running your hand through his hair, gently stroking the back of his neck. It was just a glimpse and then your scent bowled him over, the subtle, teasing scents of sandalwood as your laughter danced in his ears, tears glittering unshed…

‘I love you, Bucky, forever. That doesn’t change’.

She quietly took his metal arm, pulling him down on her, resting his head on her chest. His body was rock hard, tense and big, almost like a statue up until she started running her hand through his hair, gently stroking the back of his neck. He could smell the perfumed oil she used, the subtle scent of sandalwood weaving a heavy spell as he slowly began to soften, almost like he was trying to melt into her, the sounds of heavy rain and thunder cracking soothing him deeper. She cradled his head in her arms, the gentle hug allowing him to swallow.

His arms came around her waist, the metal tightening almost immediately and he was glad she never commented when he brought their bodies flush together. All of a sudden, the combined weight of it all had him take a deep, shaky breath, and then tears fell down the curve of her breasts. He couldn’t help himself. Bucky Barnes, The Winter Solder, was fucking crying. But not just that, weeping like an actual baby in the arms of the most beautiful soul he had ever encountered. He tried his best to bite his lips, keeping as silent as he could be, but her fingers, soothing and kind, had him twitching as wracking sobs left his lips.

Quietly shushing him, holding him tighter as he lifted his face up to hers, gasping for air as she peppered his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his forehead with tiny kisses for a few minutes, feeling her own tears leak down on his face. His metal arm locked suddenly and like lightening it was around her throat squeezing as he continued gasping, trying to breathe, his eyes wild and red.

‘я не могу дышать без тебя, не отпускай (I can’t breathe without you, don’t let go)’, he choked out, the arm unwinding from her throat to clutch at his chest.

She couldn’t understand the words, but she understood the sentiment when she wiped away his tears, shushing him softly, scooting downwards till she was eye level with him, stroking his cheeks. He leaned forward and kissed her. Hard. Desperate and needy, and it ended just as quick as she stared at him in shock, her lips still parted as he pulled away, and then he look away, ashamed.

She slowly had him turn to face her, placing her forehead on his, her way of telling him that she understood, he needed that kiss, needed her and she was going to be there through it all. She stayed there, his breath relaxing and following hers, their hips growing numb from laying on the floor even with a yoga mat. When she looked up, he was right there, staring at her intently never breaking eye contact.

He gently rolled on his back bringing her with him, smoothing out hair that had fallen out of her ponytail, bringing her forehead against his, the gentle weight stabilising him as he tipped his chin up to kiss her deeply one more time, wrapping his arms around her waist.

‘Can…can this…’, he looks away unable to form the question.

Nuzzles his nose with hers, ‘This will be our always.’

The memory of their always blurred as he tried to erase the scene he just witnessed, a fist in his mouth to stop from sobbing as tears streamed down his face. All he ever wanted was you, more of you, all of you, everything you had to offer him. But, that was no longer available.

Y/N, was no longer his anymore. She had moved on.

6 Years Ago

‘Yoga? You signed me up for yoga sessions?!’ Bucky’s gaze narrowed dangerously as Steve held his ground, arms folded across his chest as he and Okoye gave each a long look. It spoke volumes as to how frustrated and worried they were; Shuri had already given up, practically throwing him out through the window after he practically growled at her for being ‘An insufferable know-it-all’ in Russian, uncaring of the consequences as T’Challa yelled at her in isiXhosa about how much it cost to repair the windows the last time.

There was a still silence as he watched them, twisting his hands slightly nervously, knowing they were just trying to help, they had tried everything and nothing helped. He still woke up screaming, sometimes choking whoever was next to him, always feeling the biting chill of the Cryo, as if he was still trapped in that tundra, nowhere to run. Steve looked back at him, no pity, no judgement, just quiet sadness and kind resilience that he had always come to rely on him for. Okoye nodded once at him, a brief smile on her face, knowing he would agree. What did he have to lose?

They dropped him off at the studio, a simple building where the moment he stepped in, he was greeted immediately by a middle-aged man introducing himself as Jack, speaking in a soft, soothing tone immediately putting his frayed nerves to rest. He explained how his privacy and safety was of utmost priority and he wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone. Following extremely strict, rigid protocols, SHIELD had screened everyone of their employees before deciding which instructor would be best suited for him. Whenever he would come for his sessions, the studio would be empty except for himself, he and his instructor. They paid for 10 Hatha Yoga sessions out of which four were Hot Yoga and he was under no obligation to attend all 10 but the first four sessions were mandatory.

The nervous tension he felt earlier returned just as Jack took him down a winding corridor with the strangest background music playing through the speakers as he handed him a yoga mat, a towel, a foam block, a nylon strap, and a pillow, ushering him into a small room. ‘If you like we can change the music, our instructor is slightly young and she feels ‘chillstep’ is a bit more grounding than airy yoga music.’

Jack chuckles slightly at the bewildered look on the soldier’s face, hoping Y/N will take it easy on him, the former assassin looked about ready to bolt for the door before he relaxed a fraction. ‘No, this music is good, different, but good.’

He clutched the pillow like a lifeline, were they going to take a nap? That actually wouldn’t be so bad, maybe he could finally catch up on some much needed sleep. Setting up the yoga mat in the middle of the room, placing the items next to his mat as he took a good look around, noting it was really so simple, no mirrors, no strange music, no incense or candles burning. Just a rush of warm air surrounding him, thankfully the room didn’t stink of sweat, breath and heat. Just a pleasant vanilla scent, as he checked the clock, it was already 4 minutes past 7. What if she ran away the moment she saw him?

There was no chance of that as she entered inside, a vision in blue and maroon, deep blue leggings, an oversized maroon shirt, and he could just see the strap of her bra peeking from one shoulder as she adjusted the collar, muttering a hurried apology for being late. Rolling out her yoga mat and settling down on it, she smiled at him. His jaw cracked as it dropped open in surprise, his eyes slowly taking her in, she was gorgeous.

‘Alright, so firstly, how should I address you? Do you prefer James or Bucky? I’m Y/N.’ She leans forward to shake his hand, his eyes going immediately to her yoga bra gaping through her shirt as he swallowed and reached to shake her hand, noting it was slightly calloused, not super soft like he expected.

‘Bucky is fine.’ He finally managed to speak, rusty nails against sandpaper making him wince. She merely rubbed her palms on her leggings, a sheepish smile as she wiped a drop of sweat from her brow.

‘Okay, then Bucky, anytime you feel any discomfort or pain, let me know and stop immediately or rest in child’s pose or mountain pose.’

Nods slowly as he brings himself to the same cross legged position as her, hands itching to clasp together. ‘I also want to point out, this class will get really warm, you may sweat a lot, even feel faint. Let me know if I need to reduce the temperature, hmm?’

He couldn’t help but smile at her thoughtfulness, rather than going into a five minute monologue about energy, spirit, awakening, maybe something inner peace. She waited for him till he nodded as she smiled at him again, his heart skipping a beat. ‘I want you to close your eyes, and place your palms at heart center.’ Her voice was nothing like he expected as he took in the smooth creaminess of her flushed cheeks, closing his eyes. Like whiskey and smoked honey, it slid over his senses, his body, warming him up just slightly.

The first thing she asked was to hang his hands by his side and then gently bring them up to stretch the abdomen, repeating it five times over as she repeated, ‘Inhale up, exhale down. Good, again. Inhale up, exhale down.’

He tried not to focus on her chest, glad when the next pose was side stretch. ‘Place your right hand on the ground and stretch to your side. You should feel the stretch on your left side, you can place your right elbow on the ground if you’re more flexible.’

Stretching, he suddenly felt soft, firm fingers on his abdomen, tilting him slightly so that he’s facing forward, pushing him down further as he groans at the deep stretch. ‘Is this okay?’

He manages to nod, her touch so warm he felt it through the thin cotton shirt. Repeating it on the other side, she doesn’t correct him this time, leaving him slightly bereft of her touch, as they do alternate sides fives times, his cheeks very slightly pink as she smiles encouragingly at him.

The next pose was table top position, and Bucky was painfully aware of how the pose must look, the perfect Mount Me Pose, before she mentioned that they would be doing some cat-cow stretching.

Cat-cow pose. What the fuck was that? Cow pose was when you arch your back downwards, sucking in your abdomen, pulling in your belly, and he having no belly fat immediately felt the tremors shaking. Cat pose is when your arch your back straight, your butt almost lifting itself in the highest position it can go, like a cat stretching in the morning sunlight. Alternating between those two poses, had his paranoia thinking he definitely looked like a giant, sweaty, dry heaving cat trying to yak a hairball.

The room was now a steady 34 degrees, and he had never been more grateful in his life to be inhaling her scent of Ailing oils that he had seen her dab on her wrist, the soft citrus and peppermint scent allowing his mind to relax a fraction rather than being trapped in a room full of people, breathing each other’s body odour, expelled carbon dioxide and other unmentionables.

After the Yaking Kitty Flow where he told his mind firmly, he will not imagine her as a kitten rubbing against him, they moved to child’s pose. Having encountered Morgan and a few of Clint’s kids, he felt this name was severely inaccurate.

Child’s Pose or Moon pose; should either be having your hand out asking for candy, pointing across the room because another kid did some stupid shit like spit in your mouth, or squirming around holding your crotch. This particular pose looked like a slave bowing to their masters in old films about Egypt, and he was having a very hard time trying not to imagine her kneeling, looking up at him, staring at the soft curves of her breasts through the shirt.

Bucky was slightly confused laying in this pose as Y/N, he felt he could say her name now without blushing, that if he need to take a break or if it too tough then he could always revert back to Egyptian Slave Pose and this pose wasn't particularly comfortable other than being able to stretch out his back and arms. And unless he was about to pledge his allegiance to the Anubis, God of Death, he chose to stay up in Thunderbolt pose, sitting on his heels, wondering what would Thor think of this.

Probably be rather amused and shrug, exclaiming loudly that he always knew the humans would see his true prowess. He winced not wanting to think of any man now. Y/N whipped off her shirt to reveal an electric blue sports bra, with so many straps entwined, he wondered what exactly was the fabric for, especially as she leaned forward into a plank position, and his mouth went dry. Her breasts already pushed up from the bra were now hanging like two ripe fruit, in front of his eyes, and he tried to adjust his sudden hard cock in his sweatpants inconspicuously.

Unaware of his dilemma as he nearly slipped trying to balance with his metal hand, she went into dolphin plank, elbows on the ground. He tried valiantly to stay still as his flesh hand slipped on the mat as he tried adjusting and holding the plank, before finally being able to compose himself. That’s when he realised, this was just the beginning…

They held the plank for almost a minute, yet, it felt like years to him as sweat dripped down his ears before she asked to go into three-legged dog, where you raise your foot all the way back from downward dog, and he made the fatal mistake of looking up and immediately choking on his spit. His eyes honing in at the sight of her ass, gulping before he drooled all over himself.

Once you’re completely jelly, should have been the next command; his flesh arm trembling under the strain, they swung their leg down towards their chest to touch the right leg to right elbow, then leg back up again, again swing down to right leg to left elbow and then the leg back up again before coming down to right leg to chest and holding for 10 counts. Bucky honestly felt like he would pass out, his abdomen shaking.

He was the freaking Winter Soldier, and he could practically hear the darkly muttered Russian at the back of his mind about being a pussy, but, hot yoga, was not something to be trifled with. No wonder Steve refused to join him, he probably tried a session and realised this was just another level of intense. His thoughts wandered, just managing to hear the last of her next instruction. ‘-Warrior 1 pose.’

‘I’m sorry, which pose?’ He tried not to gawk as a drop of sweat trickling down from her neck down into the valley of her breasts as she smiled gently at him.

‘Warrior 1, I’ll show you. So, I want you to spread your legs, and go into a lunge, but keep your back foot flat, yes, good. Now slowly turn your torso, and raise your hands up, like you’re holding up your phone searching for a signal desperately.  

She giggled, and he swore he was addicted to the soft tinkling,’ Okay, you need to angle your torso to face more straight? If that makes sense.’

Her hands from behind grasped his waist, as the heel of her palms pressed against them briefly aligning him right and he whimpered softly from the loss of her body heat. From there, they changed positions, going to Warrior 2, hands outstretched, gaze looking over his right hand, as he couldn’t help but admire how strong she looked.

Slowly, they went into reverse warrior, his legs beginning to tremble as he caught sight of her grinning. ‘Burns doesn’t it? See if you can hold on, just a bit more, okay?’

He would gladly fight in another war for her if it meant he could see her radiant smile light up her face.

‘Thanks for that, sunshine.’ The endearment just escaped as she stared at him, and he panicked, completely ready to run when she smiled at him, laughing, a hint of blush on her cheeks.

‘Charmer aren’t you? Okay, now side angle, lean your elbow on your thigh, keeping your chest straight and tilted to the side, leaning your left arm over your head, bicep touching the ear.’

Again, she came up behind him and corrected him, taking care even with his metal arm, as his balls throbbed at the soft, sweet touches, wishing she sunk her fingers deeper. Staying for just a second, they disappeared, as she talked him through the sequence on the other side, his shirt completely drenched in sweat as it reached 35 degrees and he could feel the sweat trickling down his legs in his sweats.

The tension of keeping both arms up, became unbearable after a while and he finally brought them down a couple counts later, panting as she nodded encouragingly at him. She had him stand in mountain pose next, standing next to him, speaking about how everything had to be straight and erect, his cock jumping at that one word before she gestured him to bend forward, touching hands to the ground and he almost came at the sight.

Her ass in full glory stretched out the leggings, his hands itching with the fact that one quick pull, just one, and he could have her, naked, in front of him. She turned to look at him and he bent quickly, able to touch the floor fairly easily, when he felt her hands at his lower back push more, bringing his chest to his legs, and it wasn’t his hamstrings stretching that him trembling. Her hands moved to his tailbone, pushing more, patting, asking if it was okay as his cock pulsed with every pat.

He was quite proud of garbling out a hissed, ‘Mhmm, fine.’

‘Alright from here, we’re going to do Sun Salutations. Just a few. With me so far?’

He could only nod, as she jumped back into a plank, his arm trembling slightly, before she did this sort of circular push up that ends with your head up and your chest thrust forward like The Little Mermaid coming out of the ocean. He only knew Ariel because Morgan made him watch the movie 16 times, and it honestly, felt like a lap dance manoeuvre. One he would never ever tell anyone he did, least of all Sam.

Then she went into downward dog, before bringing their legs back to the front and slowly rise up. Then it was just rinse and repeat, and he was extremely distracted by the sweat trickling down her abdomen and her waist, allowing him sneak glimpses of her tattoo glistening as they went through the flow.

After that she had him get on his belly, and he was sorely disappointed his sunshine, yes, she was now his, nobody would get to have her but him. At that point, he didn’t care that he may have sounded a teeny bit creepy or obsessed. So, back again, that she didn’t get on her belly as that would have allowed him to check out her ass. All nervousness gone now, there was a hint of a smirk on his face till she asked him to raise his legs, bending them, and grab the ankles from behind to go into bow pose.

Due to the extreme sweat, he was unable to grasp either ankle, one little bastard slipping from his metal hand just as he lunged for the other one. His entire seduction plan completely laid to waste when she came over, grabbed the nylon strap from beside him, and put him into a Self-Hogtie Pose. It was so fucking embarrassing, and it was making him wish he had his knife so he could just slice off her clothes and take her on the wooden floor. Completely tangled up, he had no choice but to hold the pose, till she took pity on him and released him out of it slowly, pressing gently where the shoulder and back muscles had knotted and any other person, any other; he would have slit their throat or choked them, watching the life ebb out of them in a moment just for daring to touch him.

Her, he just watched carefully, as she never shrunk from his sudden murderous expression, merely matching it with a stern gaze of her own, pressing firmly down at the sore muscle. Then, slowly she had him lay down, and he was just about to chuckle darkly at her forwardness when she said to lift his legs straight up to 90 degrees before slowly bringing them down to 45 and holding it there, keeping his feet flexed and pointed. His abs had never vibrated so much in his life like it did right in that moment.

He growled softly, wondering when this self-inflicted torture would end, then groaning when he remembered he had another 3 more sessions to go, but with her as his instructor, he didn’t mind so much, especially when it finally ended, and he could bring his legs down, his t-shirt and sweats clinging to every line of his body, as she had him lay down as a corpse and then just rest.

Playing the same kind of music he heard outside, she spoke in a soft soothing tone, about how much work he had put in his body and that he should be proud of that effort. Those simple words brought tears to his eyes, and he grimaced that someone who didn’t know anything about him, could make him feel so vulnerable. He got up, tucked his tail and left the studio without a backward glance.

Six minutes later he walked back in to apologise, stuttering nervously.

A week and two sessions later, he asked her out, unable to believe when she said yes, tucking a lock of her behind her ear, blushing.

One month later, he was whispering against her lips, after she teased him while walking topless, in skin tight leggings around STARK Towers, unafraid that anyone could walk in. Crushing her to his chest, he bent her almost backwards to suck a new mark on her skin, watching the red-purple bloom.

‘You are my sunshine and I will never let anyone take you from me.’

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Hotter Tomorrow

Bucky/Darcy

Wintershock with Ice Cream for my darling J. xxx

Darcy swirled the wine in her glass and tipped her head back, the sun shining down, sweat beading on her warm skin.  The balcony was deserted and since everyone else had headed off to do various things she had the place to herself.  Hence the bikini, the wine and her lazy summer play list blaring on the sound system.The only thing missing was ice cream.  She’d checked both the kitchens and called down to catering but it seemed there was none to be had.  Typical. The temperature soars and no one has any.

She’d grumbled about it all the way down from her room with her hot pink towel and sunglasses already placed firmly on her face.  

The only other resident of the compound, apart from her, had been conspicuously absent.  Bucky Barnes tended to hide when Steve and Sam weren’t there to be a buffer, but he was usually around to tease her at least once a day.  It was a damn shame because she could really use a hand right about now with her sun cream.

As though the assassin has heard her prayers, she detected the faintest sound of someone clearing their throat and tapping lightly on the glass before he came sauntering into view.

“Lewis”

“Barnes”

She looked at him over the top of her over sized sunglasses and made a noise of outrage.

“Where the hell did you find ice cream?”

Bucky smiled slowly.

“Why?  You want some Doll?”

“Hand it over Barnes, it’s too hot and I’m too tired to play games.”

“Not a chance, sweet cheeks, I had to travel over to Queens to get this.”

He made his way over to the other sun lounger and placed the tub of ice cream down on the table before stripping off his shirt.

Darcy’s mouth went dry. Behind her glasses her eyes widened and she cursed silently as her heart raced.  Fuck.  She knew he was built, that he was a super soldier, but the man wore layers, all the time.  She reached for the wine and took a discrete gulp. Bucky smirked over at her and lay back on the wooden lounger, twirling the spoon between his fingers.   Narrowing her eyes in annoyance she smiled back sweetly, silently cursing.

“You’re looking a little pink sweetheart, see something you like?”

“Nope, I just need a little more sun screen.  Speaking of which I hope you won’t burn.”  

Her tone was saccharine sweet.  She enjoyed the way he flinched.  She hoped he choked on that ice cream.

Darcy reached for the bottle and squirted some onto her palm before slicking it over he shoulders pointedly ignoring the man.  

Bucky regretted being so obstinate about a half a second after he spoke.  Darcy was a hell of a dame.  She looked like a pin up girl in her two piece, every curve shown off to it’s best advantage and her pale skin glowing.

“You need a little help with that?”  He asked, trying to sound as though he didn’t want an excuse to get his hands on her.

“From you?  Nope, no sir.  I’ll manage just fine.  I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way after that long journey to Queens.”

“Don’t be like that Doll, maybe I was a little hasty…”  He trailed off as she dipped down to smooth the cream over her legs.

She looked up sharply and caught him staring.  So, he was interested.  It had been hard to tell, he certainly didn’t give much away, but she had had enough men stare at the girls to know when someone was imagining sticking their face between them.

“Hasty?” 

Bucky could feel a blush rising in his cheeks as she peered over the rim of her sunglasses, her cleavage fully on display.

“Rude.”  He back tracked.  “I don’t know what I was thinking,  My Ma taught me better than that.”

Darcy hummed in agreement. “Swap?”  she asked, holding the bottle of sun cream out. “I’ll even help you rub it into you back.”

He bit his lip, suddenly realising the game they were playing.  But he could be forgiven for being a little rusty, right?  It had been awhile since a dame had flirted so prettily with him.  He stood, picking up the ice cream and made his way over.

“Would you like some Doll?”

“Why thank you kindly Mr Barnes, I don’t mind if I do.”

Darcy gives him her best smile, teeth flashing as she takes the tub and spoon in exchange for the sun cream.  She’s hyper aware of the nearness of his body as she shifts, turning so he can sit beside her on the lounger, shifting so her back to him.

Bucky swallows a little, she wasn’t afraid to turn her back.  It might seem like a small thing, but the measure of trust it implied was heavy.  He didn’t think many people would trust him with their goldfish let alone their back.  He got to work, his hands smoothing along silky sun warm skin.  She felt soft under his finger tips.  It was the tiny moan of pleasure she made that had his mind come hurtling back to the present.

“You enjoying that?” he asked her, a smile creeping into his words.

“Sure, the ice creams to die for.”  Darcy managed to grit out.  The feel of his hands on her, had her wetter than a Scottish spring.

“Just the ice cream?”

Darcy didn’t know whether curse him or laugh.

“Well the company left a lot to be desired, but I think he’s turning it around.”

“Is that so?”

Darcy bites her lip, suppress the need to arch her back as he rubs the cream in, his fingers kneading into her back and working out all the kinks while he’s there.

“You know…”  Darcy started.  “it’s meant to be even hotter tomorrow.”

“That your way of asking for more ice cream?”

“Maybe.”

They share a small smile before he  turns his attention to her back once more.

“You’re not worried about tan lines?”  He asks snapping one strap on her top.  

Darcy giggles and turns her head to look at him

“Really?  I mean, if you want me to strip, you could just ask.”

“Can I ask for some of my ice cream back?”

He peers over her shoulder just as she finishes the last spoonful, creamy white slipping between lips red as sin.

She feels caught in his gaze, unable to swallow that last spoonful and doesn’t move as his eyes move to her lips. Doesn’t move as his head tilts closer, intentions clear.  Instead she leans in and feels the soft brush on his lips on hers, feels him pluck the tub and spoon from her fingers and discard them on the patio.  Then she’s on his lap as he licks between her lips, sweet, sugary, wet kisses, as he practically eats her mouth out.  She surrenders into the kiss completely, a keening moan let lose as he grabs her hips, rocking her forward and the hardness nestled into her grows, her body acting on instinct and moving over him, trying desperately to create more of that delicious friction.

When he breaks the kiss, both of them are panting heavily, the sweat slicked skin of his chest pressed tightly to hers.

“I think we’re gonna need more ice cream.”  She says with a giggle.

Bucky’s smile turns dangerously wicked.

“I might just have another tub back in my apartment.  Want to share?”

If anyone had been there to see, they wouldn’t have believed it.  Darcy Lewis slung over the shoulder of a half-naked Winter Soldier, both of them laughing all the way back to the residential floor. 

Well.  There was one person.  Friday recorded the event for Dr Foster and Captain Rogers.  Both of whom had asked her to keep an eye on the two.  Being the helpful AI that she was she placed an order for a large quantity of ice cream to be delivered for the next day, after all, it was forecast to be even hotter.

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