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NSFW Alphabet — George Weasley

As someone who has shifted realities and in a relationship with George Weasley, I know these to be as accurate as possible... hehe. NSFW under the cut.

Aftercare: What they’re like after sex

George is lovely after sex. He’s going to definitely make sure you are okay and that he didn’t go too rough with you (because let’s face it, he can be a bit rough sometimes). He’ll wash down your slicked thighs with a warm cloth and trace random patterns on your skin to calm you down a bit. Sometimes, he’ll grab you food; which most of the time are the Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, and you’ll pass on them. Although, it is the thought that counts.

Body Part: What’s their favourite body part on themselves and you

George loves everything little thing about you, but if he had to choose his favourite body part, it would definitely be your thighs. He just loves them so much when you throw a leg over his either when you’re both cuddling on the bed or in class and your thigh brushes his. He loves to grab it when you’re sitting together and loves to see your reaction if he inches closer to your core.

His favourite body part on himself would be his neck. He doesn’t know why, but he likes how you’ll glance at it if he’s stretching. He’ll purposely strain the veins in his neck just to see you bite your lip softly and look at him with big and innocent eyes. He loves it when you leave hickies on his skin there too, because then everyone will know you belong to him.

He also likes his height, because he (quite literally) towers over you. He loves it when you blush as he stands really close to you, or you have to go on your tippy toes while tugging him down to kiss you. It’s almost like a dominance thing, but he likes to call it ‘sweet dominance’ where he will literally dominate you just from his height by cornering you into a wall and trapping you there with a smirk on his face, but sweet because he’ll stand behind you and wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on the top of your head.

Cum: Where they like the cum

He’s not too picky, but he does have his preferences. He prefers to cum inside of you, but won’t pressure you into letting him do so if you’re not comfortable with it. The last thing you both need is a child. He just can’t wait for you to really let him cum inside you so he can feeling you pulsing over and over again; it could definitely get him going for a second round. You let him once and it was the hardest he ever came. But, he’s second best place to cum would be over your thighs (because it is his favourite body part of you) and he finds it oddly satisfying when you scoop it up in your fingers and lick it off. He could take you again.

Dirty Talk: Do you like dirty talk? What do they say?

God, does George love dirty talk; either from you or himself. He loves to hear your raspy voice come out, often saying, “yes, Georgie! That’s so good!” Your praising makes him work extra hard just to hear you again. He also loves you calling him Georgie in sex. George will often whisper things in your ear, “you like that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Or, “ooh, you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” He likes to question everything just to hear you whimper out a ‘yes’ for him.

Experience: How much experience do they have?

He’s not experienced, but he definitely knows what he’s doing. He even asked Fred for some tips (Fred won’t let him live it down now). All George wants is to make you feel the best you can feel. After a few times, he knows exactly how to angle his hips to hit your gspot, know when to slow down and speed up, know when to grind his pelvic bone down onto your clit. He knows exactly how to work your body to make you gasp and moan his name.

Favourite Position: What’s their favourite position

He’s favourite position would definitely be G-Whiz position. Just the way your hips are angled up to his cock and the way your thighs rest against his whole body will make him go crazy for more and more and more. It’s something where he can look at your face and still be able to feel everything you have to offer him. He loves when your legs begin to shake because that all he’ll be able to feel as he pounds himself into you.

His next favourite position would be the Face-Off position. When he doesn’t feel like being on top, he’ll normally allow you to get on top and do what ever you want to him. He’s normally sitting against the headboard of his bed and holding your hips and helping you build yourself onto him. The position is intimate and you both normally clutch onto each other when you both cum.

Goofy: How goofy are they in the act?

This is George Weasley; he’s very goofy. When it comes to sex, of course he is still as goofy as ever, but it doesn’t mean that it’s any less meaningful. He’ll randomly tell you a joke while he’s making you scream, just to hear a breathless laugh fall from your lips before you moan again. He loves your laugh so much and he just want to make you feel comfortable and relaxed through sex.

Hair: What’s their hair look like down there? Do they trim?

He doesn’t really care about his hair down there, but will trim it every now and then just to make sure you are satisfied with it. Plus, he thinks that the small amount of his hair on his pelvic bone helps you get closer to your orgasm when it grinds against your clit.

Intimacy: How intimate are they?

He’s intimate when you’re both having sex. He’ll hold you close and kiss your moans, your neck, suck on your nipples, anything to get you closer and arch your back towards him. His love language is touch, and that’s all he wants to do to you. It may not be as romantic as a rose petal bubble bath, or a candle lit bedroom, but that doesn’t matter too much as it’s what happens to the both of you. Of course, on special occasions and such, George will go out of his way to do those things to set the seen, but a messy room and curtains closed shut will do fine as well.

Jerk Off: Do they jack off?

George used to masturabte a quite bit before you two were together, and when you both hadn’t discussed sexual things and stuff. He’ll mainly think about you; how your skirt was a little higher than normal, how your hair travels down your back nicely, your lips... anything to make him whimper into the pillow.

Now, seeming you both have sex nearly everyday, George won’t masterbate half as much. If you’re not feeling in the mood though, he will relieve himself to the thought of you. Sometimes if you’ve fallen asleep and George can only think about release, he’ll watch you sleep and jerk himself off. Normally, he likes to get it done quickly, feeling ashamed of doing it while you’re in the bed, and so you don’t catch him.

Kink: What their kinks are

George’s kinks aren’t extreme, but he does have a few. The first, and most favourite of his, is hair pulling. He loves the way your fingers run across his scalp if he’s gone down on you, and how you hold his head to you when you cum. He also loves when he tugs your hair and breathless moan ms come from your mouth. He also loves how to long strands would tickles his skin, it makes the experience overall better for him and you.

He also likes to lightly choke you, nothing that will make you gasp painfully for air, but something that will make your vision go blurry and your legs shake just a little more. He’ll do this more when you’re both at the Burrow and anyone could hear you both, he’ll often make his hands travel up your chest to your throat when he’ll look down at you to see if you’re showing any signs of discomfort, before he’ll gently squeeze your neck once to test the water. Once he knows you actually love it, he’ll do it for longer periods at a time and with more pressure. Though, this does tend to lead to you being louder and George has to eventually clamp a hand down on your mouth (and you to him as well) to silent your moans, so he’s become quite fond of doing that too.

Another one of his kinks are spanking. Not overused or too hard, but just enough to make you jolt and grab the bedsheets tightly and hiss lowly. George will always kiss the tender skin after and kiss your neck to try and help you feel the pleasure rather than the pain of it, but you can’t deny that you do love it.

Location: Where they like to have sex the most

Above all, George prefer to do everything in the bed. It’s spacious, cosy and most of all, like home. George can have you in almost every position under the sun and make you cum as many times as you can handle on the bed. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like other places; this includes the couch, shower, a random wall, empty classroom and empty corridor. The room of requirement definitely comes in handy as well, very regularly showing up (especially when Umbridge comes along).

Motivation: What motivates them to have you

His motivation is definitely you. Any little thing you do can get him going, like small touches on the leg, your hands brushes against one another, the way your eyes light up at something someone said. If George had to pick his number one motivation to get him going though, it would be the way you gently nibble at his neck, he’s instantly pudding in your hands and his hands start to paw at your skin just to get closer. As soon as you realise this, you do it for no particular reason, more so when you know he can’t just whisk you away to have his way with you, just to get him riled up.

No: Something they would not do

His number one turn off is hurting you anymore than a light spanking. He also won’t choke you extremely hard. The last thing he wants us for you to be in tears and not let him near you again. He wants sex to be something pleasurable, not painful. He also won’t share you with anyone else; George can be a bit jealous sometimes and when he sees another man or woman trying to flirt with you, he’s all done. He’ll walk right up and kiss you in front of that person. So sharing is off the table.

Oral: What they like about oral. Do they liking giving or receiving more? Or equally?

George loves oral; giving and receiving equally. He’ll love when you randomly get down on your knees and unbuckle his pants and pull out his cock. He won’t hide his moans either, rather letting you hear that you’re doing a great job than not. He’ll often sit back on the bed and have his arms beside him, enjoying what you’re doing without having to do anything himself. When he gets more needy though, and he’s reaching his climax, he’ll gently stroke the hair falling in front of your eyes, itchy to pull it in a pony tail and guid you. Eventually though, the urge will become too much and he’s tugging your hair roughly (he can’t help it, you make him feel amazing) up and down to get you to take his full length down your throat. If you weren’t comfortable with that, he would just run his hairs through your hair and let you do what you want. Either way, he loves what you do.

As for giving, George is amazing at it. He’d be very teasing with it as well, giving you light pecks on your thighs over and over again until you’re begging him to do something else. First of all, he’d gently flick his tongue over your hole, tasting how sweet you are before slightly dipping his tongue inside you. At this point, you’re most likely grabbing onto his hair to try and tug him to where you want him the most. He’ll laugh at your failed attempt before position himself comfortably and lightly flicking his tongue over your clit. When he gets the gasps, he’ll start to suck on your clit lightly, getting more rougher before he’ll pull away to lick your entrance again and back up to your clit. He knows when to switch up from your clit to your entrance to make you gasp and moan his name. When you get closer to your high, he’ll only then place one finger inside of you, easing it in and out, angling it in different directions to make you wheeze. When he adds a second finger, he’ll be lapping up at your clit like it’s his last meal. He’d curl his fingers roughly each time they’re buried inside you, grazing your gspot hard to make you jolt and arch off the bed. He’ll be moaning into your glistening core because, one — he knows the vibrations get to you, two — he knows you love it when he moans, and three — he can’t help it when you’re wriggling on the bed and looking down at him with the most sinful looks.

Pace: What kind of pace do they set? Which is their favourite?

George loves the fast and rough pace just as much as the slow and sensual pace. It really just depends on both of your moods. If you’ve just been nibbling on his neck, expect him to be fast and rough, needing to fuck out the sexual urges he’s had towards you all day. Other days, when you’re both tired, but nonetheless horny, he’ll go slowly and kiss you plenty of times.

On normal, regular days though, George will be slow and hard, teasing you, but giving you exactly what you want. He’ll pull back slowly, letting you feel every vein in his cock before slamming back into you and making you practically scream into his neck. He’ll even slam back into you and sit there, as deep as he can, just to feel your nails rake down his back and legs tighten around his hips. He’ll look at you and whisper, “you like when I’m this deep, don’t you?” With a smirk tugging on his lips.

Quickies: Do they do quickies? Do they like them?

Especially when Umbridge comes along, George and you only really have time for quickies, with the whole ‘girls and boys must be 8 inches apart’ crap. You’ll be walking down a corridor and suddenly hands will wrap around your waist and tug you into an empty broom classroom. You’re about to punch the person until you see it’s George standing there with a smug look on his face and you immediately know what he wants.

Other than those times, George much prefers proper sex where he can touch you for as long as he wants and make you cum as many times as you can.

Risk: How much risk do they take when it comes to you and sex?

This man is always risking his school by performing pranks with Fred, but never seem to get expelled. He will take risks with you, like pulling you into an empty classroom and fucking you before the next class comes in, but he’s not over the top about it.

Stamina: How long can they go?

George and you can both last a long time, normally stretching over 3-5 orgasms each. George wants you to cum as much as possible, making you feel absolutely spent and exhausted afterwards. The rounds normally last a while though, George normally teasing you, getting you high and pulling away to go again.

Toys: Do they own toys? Would they use them on themselves or you?

George has invented things from scratch with Fred since they were both 11, and I’m sure that George could invent a few toys that make you enjoy your sex life a little more. You both won’t use them all the time, but you would when you’ve been naughty and teasing him all day and he wants to punish you in the best way possible. That normally leads to him whipping out the vibrator that vibrates harder than a muggle one, and puts it on your clit until you’ve cummed about 3 times in 3 minutes.

Unfair: Are they unfair?

George is very unfair. Very, very unfair. He teases you to no end, and you both love it and hate it. George will do anything for you to growl at him to do something or you’ll take the lead. He knows he’s a smug little shit, but he also knows when to finally give you what you want. He’ll never go as far as teasing you until you’re in tears from the neglect. He knows you’ll always get him back somehow, and that’s why he does it to you. Two can play at the game, it’s fun that way.

Volume: How loud are they? How loud are you?

This. Boy. Is. Not. Afraid. To. Moan. The amount of times Molly has heard you both from two floors down and bangs on the ceiling, is astonishing. You wonder how there’s no holes in the roof. Percy also being one floor below often yells at you both, and well, Fred just laughs his ass off saying: “at least this git is getting laid.” Often causing you to choke on your cereal the next morning. You’re both equally loud, but when you’re in the burrow, you tend to try and stay as quiet as you can, but George doesn’t care. You have to cover his mouth with your hand just to shut him up half the time.

His moans are loud, wanting to make you hear how much you effect him. There’s whimpers where his eyes are squeezed shut and his tongue is licking his lips before he bites it.

Wild Card: A random NSFW headcanon for this character.

Loves to finger you! Even if he doesn’t want proper sex, expect to have him laying on his side with his legs trapping yours so you can’t close your legs as he fingers you slowly. He’ll be kissing you the whole time, making your head spin with the lack of air you’re getting, but you don’t really care as you clutch him closer by his hair and roughly tug at his hair. And when you cum... he won’t stop kissing you and will often suck your tongue just to make you feel even more stimulated.

X-ray: What do they look like? How big?

A little above average, I mean, he’s tall as hell, so of course he’s going to be longer, perhaps 8.5 inches. He is average for width though, but he knows how to use what he’s got to make you squirm.

His tip is slightly more pink than the rest of the shaft, leaking pre-cum, smooth and velvet like. It’s nice to lick and kiss around as well, he’s very sensitive there. The shaft fits nicely around your hand, one large and prominent vein along the underside of his cock and more around it that feel incredible when he’s going slow.

Yearning: How much do they need you? How long can they last?

You’re both almost always horny, and George loves ex so you both normally have sex everyday. The smallest amount of touches will send his mind into craze. Fred may seem like the more horny one, but it’s really George that’s the more horny one, though he’ll never admit it.

Zzz: When do you go to sleep?

You both won’t fall asleep straight away, but lay there for a while and catch your breaths before George rolls off your or you roll off him. He’ll look at you and ask if you’re okay and get you everything you need and wipe you down before himself. He’ll get you food if you want any (and if he does, you can normally hear Molly yelling at him to keep quiet next time, and that Ginny was too young to hear any of that).

When you both do get tired though, you’re both snuggled against one another in each other’s arms and the blanket wrapped around you both. Only then Fred will sneak in and blow fireworks in the room just to see you both scramble for the blankets that are already around you.

A/N: As someone who has shifted realities and been in a relationship with George Weasley, I can confirm this is what he really is like in bed. And yes, Molly does hear us, and Ginny wants to strangle George, and Percy wants to shoot us both in the head. Oh, and Fred has blown fireworks in our face MULTIPLE times when we’ve fallen asleep and he’s come into the room.

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Bucky? Who the hell is Bucky?

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Bucky Barnes: Playing With Fire

PLOT: When Bucky doesn't give you the attention you want, you decide to go and do something you're sure will grab his attention.

•••

The constant tugging of my hair made me turn to Natasha, "can't be a little more gentle?" I practically growl as she continued trying to brush my messy (H/C) hair out. She gives me a stern look, as if to say, 'shut the hell up or I won't do your hair as you asked me', this causes me to sigh, "sorry, I'm just so stressed and annoyed at the moment."

Natasha smirks down at me as I turn back around to the front, looking at her through the mirror, "what's got your panties in a knot?" She teases and I'm tempted to growl out again. Instead, I sigh, "looks like Bucky hasn't treated you well, you know?" She sounded teasing and I looked up at her through the mirror again.

"He hasn't given me any attention lately. I'm not sure if he's oblivious to the whole thing or if he's doing it purposely..." I trail off, unsure why he hasn't talked to me for almost three days. Well, he has talked to me, but only a bit. I wasn't sure if he was playing a game that I'm unaware of or if I've done something wrong. Either way, it was my mission to find out, I just didn't know how.

She sets the hairbrush down, "well, this calls for action. WANDA, GET IN HERE!" I chuckle at her and after about a minute of excruciating waiting, Wanda walks in, plopping herself on Natasha's bed. "We are going to get Bucky to give (Y/N) attention." Natasha smiles, tugging on my hair a bit as she picked up a new section of un-brushed hair.

I look at them both and Wanda already knows what's going through Natasha's head and walks into her cupboard, doing God knows what, but I could tell it was something good, "how are you going to do that?" I ask.

Wanda emerges from the cupboard with a (F/C) skimpy looking dress, I smirk. "You are going to flirt with... I dunno, who's a person (Y/N) should flirt with?" Natasha asks, turning to look at Wanda who set the dress on the bed.

She thinks for a moment, "Tony, he's always trying to get to her somehow."

"But Bucky knows that (Y/N) doesn't like him like that and will know that there's nothing to be too worried about." Natasha explains, sitting beside the dress on the bed.

Wanda sits beside her and places her head on hands, "Steve then."

Natasha shakes her head, them I chim in, "how about both, I doubt Bucky won't even think about if I like them or not if their hands are all over me." Natasha and Wanda turn to each other and smile. "But, how am I going to do this? I can't just walk out there in that," I say, referring to the dress that I would only wear at special occasions.

"Right, I'll get Tony to throw a party, but it has to be next week because we're all busy this week. In the meantime, you can flirt with them both to get Bucky riled up, just don't let them touch you just yet, save that for the big day." Wanda says, feeling bubbly inside and I laugh at her.

I stand and smile at them both, "this sounds perfect."

~•~

I sat at the stool, drinking my orange juice, thinking of all the ways I'd flirt with them today if I saw them. I was a little nervous, I had to admit. As if luck was on my side, Bucky and Steve walked into the kitchen, talking about fitness techniques. Gross.

Smirking, I turn to both of them, "hey Buck, hey Stevie." I say, probably the most seductive I could when I said ‘Steve’. Steve looks at me weirdly but says ‘hi’ back. Bucky, on the other hand, scoffs at me playfully, possibly knowing the game I was playing. "So Steve, I have a question to ask you."

Steve smiles and leans against the bench across the other side of me, "yeah?"

"Does the serum enhance every muscle in the body?" I ask and he looks at me for a few seconds longer than normal, "like every muscle?" I smirk, emphasising the world ‘every’.

He gulps noticeably, "I think that's something you should ask Bucky, not me." He say awkwardly and looks behind me at Bucky who sat at the dining table, eating a salad sandwich but listening into the conversation.

"But I want to know from you." I say seductively and place a hand on Steve's, he looks worried but answers.

His voice came out shaky, "Well, yeah... I- I guess so." He stutters and you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Can I talk to you (Y/N)?" I hear Wanda say, her voice sounding amused and I smirked even more. I throw a wink at Steve before following Wanda outside to the lounge room where neither of the boys could heard us with their super soldier hearing, "holy shit, you're actually doing this!" She squealed, my heartbeat was erratic in my chest but I smile back.

I chuckle at her, "yes, I am. Did he seem angry?" I ask curiously, whilst smiling at her happiness.  

She shakes her head and I immediately frown, "he was actually smiling through the whole thing." She stopped for a moment before speaking again, "we have to do something that'll tick him off."

I place a hand on her shoulder, smiling, "I'll keep flirting, I'll just play along but then when the night comes along, he'll have something to be pissed off about."

Wanda smirks at my evilness before grabbing my hand, leading me somewhere I know that'll help me in the process to pissing off someone I know I shouldn't piss off, but anyway, he's the one who started it in the first place and I was determined to get the attention I deserve.

~•~

It was finally the day of Tony's big party. He was surprised when Wanda, Natasha and I all went up to him, asking him for the exact same thing; to throw a big party which included most of the city and have plenty and plenty of alcohol, including Thor's special Asgardian alcohol that I knew affected the two super soldiers.

His reply was that we were obviously stressed. Tell me about it, not having Bucky fucks me senselessly into the mattress each night after a stressful day was extremely hard. I was so horny every night, but he just wouldn't give in. He came in after I did (after a shower), kiss me quickly on the lips before rolling over and going to sleep.

I was annoyed, to say the least. He didn't take me flirting with Tony or Steve serious and just sat back, with an amused grin on his face as he watched me flirt with both boys all week. It was getting ridiculous, I was just glad that today I got to touch both Steve and Tony because I knew that would pissed Bucky off. I didn't actually want to touch either of them, but if ended in the night with me screaming his name; his first name, I would take that chance in a heartbeat.

Bucky always had this thing where he didn’t care if I was flirting because he knew that it was a joke and I didn't mean it, but he always said that if I was caught touching someone up, or they touch me, then I and the person with me would be in a lot of trouble. Except if someone was touching me unwantingly, of course.

Currently, Natasha, Wanda and I were in my room, doing my makeup. We were discussing all the ways I would get my revenge tonight. "So, when you get down there, you are going to ask Steve if he wants a drink with you. Then, you are going to take him to the dance floor and start dancing with him, make sure Tony comes over as well. In the meanwhile, I'll get Bruce to distract Bucky for a bit while you get both of them dancing with you before he goes down to the party." Natasha explains, drawing on a wing eyeliner on me.

I look up at her once she finished, "why would you tell Bruce?" I ask, I wasn't mad, just confused.

She laughed at me, "well, when you sleep in the same room as him, I think he would be suspicious when you start writing down plans on the board in the room of how to get Bucky's attention." She says moving to the dress, picking it up and handing it to me.

"The fact that you wrote down what revenge tips I should do to make Bucky jealous on the white board in your room is weird." I say, wriggling on my dress and Wanda pulls up the zipper. "If tonight goes well, we know how to make your boyfriends pissed off if they ever decide to ignore you." I add and they move me to the bathroom to do my hair.

Once my hair was done, I turn to both of them and they look at me like I was a Goddess, "wow." They both say in sync and I chuckle at them.

"Let's do this." I say, heading down to the party, the music blaring and people talking loudly. As if I was a ticking time bomb, as soon as I walk through the door, everyone turns to look at me like I was going to destroy the party.

I smile, walking to the bar where I spot probably the most sober person in this building, Steve. Not for long. I thought as I sat next to him. "Hey (Y/N)." He says.

I smile, "hey Steve, you should drink with me." I spoke, leaning forward against the counter, ordering my favourite drink. Steve smiles and orders one of the shots, "Steve," I say and he turns to me, looking slightly confused, "you can't get drunk with that."

"Yeah?" He says more as a question and I move away his drink, "what are you-?"

I cut him off before he could speak much more, "you need to get drunk, tonight at least. Please... for me?" Steve sighs but orders on the Thor's alcoholic drinks, taking a sip and wincing at the strong taste of it.

After about five minutes, Steve and I were laughing and talking about the most weirdest things. "Man, I forgot how great it was to get drunk like this." Steve say, running a hand through his hair and leaning back on the stool.

I took my chance and got up, grabbing his wrist and tugging him along to the floor where people were grinding and dancing on each other. I smirk when I see Tony already dancing with a few girls, a drink in hand. "Excuse me girls, I got this guy." Both the girls move out the way and I turn to both of them. "Time to dance."

Steve smirks; he was definitely drunk, and so was Tony. Making sure we were at the front of the floor where Bucky could see us, we all start dancing with one another. Steve was in front of me while Tony was behind, both their hands on my hips as was Tony grinding behind me and Steve rested his head against my neck, breathing in my scent.

Seeming I was already horny these past days, I imagined Bucky being here instead of them both and started to get quite wet. I closed my eyes and rested my head back against on Tony's shoulder, enjoy the feeling of them both against me; except I was imagining Bucky.

Over the loud music and people talking, I hear a growl, loud and dangerous and I open my eyes, turning to see Bucky; jaw clenched, body tense. His eyes had a fire among them and my breath hitches just from looking at him.

Almost in a blink of an eye, Bucky stalks his way over dangerously and grabs my wrist, tugging me away from both of the men who gave a confused look my way but gulped as they saw an angry looking Bucky. Tony especially; the last time he touched me, he was punched in the face.

I was pushed into the unisex bathroom, the door locked and then a sudden bionic hand was wrapped around me throat, pushing me back to the far wall. It didn't hurt, but my oxygen was cut off and I gasp loudly. "What were you doing, baby-doll, mhm?" Bucky asks lowly and dangerously. To say I wasn’t turned on majorly already would be understatement because, fuck, I was.

I knew what he said was a rhetorical question and his other hand gripped my hip tightly; fingers digging into the bone, sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Bucky..." I gasp, holding onto his metal wrist, feeling my arousal dripping down my thighs.

He reaches for something in his pocket, a shiny object yet I couldn't see it, because as I tried to move my head down, the pressure on my neck tightened just slightly but not enough too hurt me. He pulls my dress up and places the object on my clit before a vibrating sensation pulses through my body.

Squealing at the sudden impact, Bucky's hand tightens around my throat and he steps closer to me, leaning down and brushing his lips with my briefly. "Is this what you wanted? To feel the pleasure rise in you?"

I squeeze my eyes closed, my mouth open as I nod at him, "yes." I manage out. He groans as he leans down more and captures my lips in a sloppy kiss; tongue and all. I feel my high building rapidly, feeling so stimulated by the vibrator being directly pressed to my clit.

Suddenly, I am spun around so my back was pressed against Bucky's chest and the floor to ceiling mirror was in front of us. He holds me to him, placing his metal hand around my throat again and forces me to look at the mirror. "Watch yourself... I want you to watch yourself come undone." He demands,  placing pressure against my throat and I moan breathlessly as my high approaches fast.

"Oh, B- Bucky," I whisper, closing my eyes and he gives me a warning squeeze to my throat, making me cough from loss of air. I open my eyes again, staring directly at the small vibrating bullet he had in his flesh hand, my arousal dripping from my heat. My eyes then trail up and to his eyes, they were staring directly at mine and I moan from the intense look he gave me.

He then places the bullet inside me, making sure it was directly against my gspot. My eyes roll to the back of my head, gasping and clawing at the cool metal placed against my neck. His fingers found my clit where he rubs tight, hard circles against my bud.

I bite my lip, hard and and I feel the taste of blood on my tongue, "Bucky, I'm-."

"No," he growls against my neck, biting where my sweet spot was, "you won't cum until I say, got it?" My legs start to give way but the hand around my throat holds me up; wrapping around my throat.

My body starts to shake violently from the pleasure but I knew that if I came, Bucky would not be impressed with me at all and so, tried to keep it off as long as possible. "Fuck!" I shout, trying my hardest to not cum right then and there. "Bucky, p- please."

Suddenly, the sensation roaring through me stops and pulls the bullet vibrator out, I pant harshly, looking at Bucky through the mirror confused and a bit mad. "I told you not to cum, now go back out there and don't do anything stupid for the rest of the night." But before I leave, he spins me around, "keep playing with fire and you're gonna get burned, baby-girl."

I pull my dress down and pat my hair down, glaring at Bucky before leaving the bathroom. Two can play at this game. I smirk at my thought, moving to find Steve and Tony once more. They were at the bar, drinking and talking with Wanda.

Moving to them, Wanda looks up at me and smirks, winking before saying goodbye and going to talk to Vision, hugging and kissing him. Steve looks at me confused but because he was wasted as hell, he smirks and so does Tony. "Hey boys, wanna dance again?" In the corner of my eye, I see Bucky move to one of the sofas, sitting down and looking over at us intently.

Both of them nod, moving to the floor once again and we all begin to dance. My mind drifted back to Bucky as both their hands travelled down my body and I feel Tony cup my ass in his hands. I moan quietly, feeling so aroused by everything but before anything else happened, I turn to them and smile.

"Wait, let's go get a drink." I whisper, tugging them both along to the bar. Tony spins me around, diving into my neck and starting to suck a hicky on my exposed shoulder. I go to stop him but my mind goes back to Bucky and I whimper, feeling as if my skin was on fire. "D- drink Tony." I whisper, pushing him away, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. I was only doing this as pay back.

~•~

After the party, everyone went their separate ways to their bedroom. Steve and Tony would probably not remember this tomorrow which I was glad for, not wanting them to think I was cheating on Bucky with one of them.

I walked out after a shower, still feeling horny but I was clean from both their hands on my body. As I walked into the bedroom, towel around my body and hair, I see Bucky sitting at the edge of the bed, hair wet with a pair of sweats on; I assume he had a shower somewhere else.

His eyes meet mine and I knew I was in for an even longer night than before as he stood. "Get on the bed, now." His voice was demanding and I bite back the moan and smile threatening to show as I stood my ground.

"Why? You wanted to stay away from me, remember? Now you want to fuck me because I was with Tony and St-." I didn't finish as he stomps his way towards me and picks me up, throwing me on the bed.

He lays me on my stomach, spreading my legs and kneels between them. A short scream escapes my throat as his flesh hand comes down on my exposed ass; the towel being left on the ground when he picked me up. "Wanna back chat to me again, huh?" He asks lowly, leaning down to my ear, causing me to shudder against him, his voice was like velvet. He slaps my ass again, "answer me, baby-doll." He warns, the sting on my ass hurting but as if he knows, he massages the tender skin.

"No," I groan, tears filling my eyes from the pain but I loved what he was doing to me, he was actually giving me attention and I loved every second of it. "Please, you've made me so horny. I just really need you." My voice came out desperately, wanting him to fill me up with his cock already and make me scream.

He moves and smacks my other cheek, harsher than the other two, I hiss, moving back into his hand to try and subside the burning pain. "You know I'm not going to let you get away with this. Get on your knees and I'll see if you're good enough to get fucked tonight." I do as he says and he sits himself on the made bed, as I go to push his sweats down, revealing his member, he pushes me back. "Crawl." He simply says.

I nod briefly, going to the bathroom door and getting on my knees, slowly crawling to him which he growls out at me. Seeing the tent in his sweats,  I lick my lips, wanting to suck him off and make him feel good. As I reach the brunette, I rest on my knees, bringing my hands up to hook around his waistband before tugging them down.

He hums out as his thick member springs free from their confinement and he pushes me closer to his waiting cock, wanting me to hurry up. Slowly, I grab his cock and lick from the base to the tip, feeling him throb in my hands. As I reach the top, I move my mouth over his tip, collecting the precum leaking from there before taking hum in my mouth, going lower each time.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, doll." Bucky mutters, grabbing a fistful of my hair. I start to bop my head a bit faster, pumping what I couldn't fit in my mouth but he groans annoyingly before standing up and starts to fuck my face. Choking and gagging, I place my hands on his thighs, balancing myself as I peer up at him. He was looking down at me, face flushed, lips parted and eyes full of lust.

He grabs my throat in his flesh hand, holding there but not putting pressure as his groans start to become louder and starts to go slower but deeper.

Soon after, he finds his release, holding my head to him. "S- swallow it." He stammers, I do what he says, swallowing every drop before he releases my hair and let's me breath.

Before I had time to do anything, he grabs me and throws me on the bed. "Are you going to fuck me now, I did as you said." My voice comes out harsh from being throat fucked but it didn't bother me. He crawls over me, kissing me wildly, entering his tongue in my mouth; quickly taking dominance.

"We're you good enough though, baby-girl?" He asks, then quickly adding, "I had to take control of it to get what I wanted."

I smirk at him, "you always take control in the bedroom." He smirks at me too, placing himself above me and rubbing his tip through my folds, "yes," I whisper, finally getting what I want, for him too fuck me into the mattress.

"Could Tony do this to you, huh? Or Steve?" He questions.

I knew he was waiting his answer before he fucked me but I decided to be a little shit and tease him about it. "Probably. Maybe even better than you." I was seriously playing a dangerous game, a game where I knew he’d win but still loved the challenge.

The growl that came from his throat made me shudder and look up to him. He looks angry, probably the most angry I've seen him yet. His jaw was clenched and the sheet beside my head was scrunched up tightly in his metal hand. "We'll see about that." He mumbles, quickly and harshly slamming into me.

A high-pitched scream came from my mouth and I hear Bucky groan. He doesn't let me adjust to his huge size as he begins to pound into my core at a fast pace. "Tony could still fuck me harder." I practically scream, clutching onto his wrists either side of my head to stop me from getting thrown forward from his powerful thrusts. To secure my body, I wrap my legs around his waist.

In all honesty, Tony definitely could not fuck me like this, I just wanted Bucky to fuck me so hard the only thing I knew was his name.

Bucky growls at my comment, thrusting even harder and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I never knew he could be this rough with me, I knew he was rough, holy shit, but this was a whole new level of rough and I fucking loved it.

"When I saw you with them tonight, I fucking hated it." He spoke harshly against my ear, "the reason why I was ignoring you was so you could play this game with me. I never fucking wanted you to go and grind on them both." He said, biting my earlobe.

"Then you shouldn't have played the game to start with." He doesn't have a comeback for me, only thrusts harder and faster and I feel my first high building. "Fuck," I moan, grabbing the sides of his face and he stares directly into my eyes and I do the same.

There was something about his eyes that whenever I looked at them, I was in a trance-like state. The dark shade of blue made me want to scream in ecstasy as if just his eyes alone could make me fall apart against him.

"Bucky!" I cry out, feeling my high get closer and my legs become jelly. "Fuck, I can't hold it much longer," I say, my legs beginning to shake.

He smirks then, "then you're going to cum, you going then scream my name so loudly that Steve and Tony will hear you. You're going to cum and tighten around my cock so hard that the only thing you'll know is my fucking name."

He nuzzles his head with mine, nibbling on my collarbone and I cum around him. I scream his name as, like he told me and my whole body goes rigid under him.

Instead of slowing down, he speeds up and I gasp, covering my mouth. "Bucky, no, stop. Fuck, I can't!" I scream, my legs shaking against his sides and I know he feels it, smirking down at me. I squirm at the oversensitivity and claw down his chest and stomach.

"You wanted to play with fire baby-girl, this is what you get." He says, panting and I feel his breath against my face. I moan again, my second high coming a lot quicker than the last and my voice gets caught in my throat.

My second high explodes and I arch against him, bringing him closer to me as I scream. "Fuck, Bucky!" He moans against my throat, nibbling there but continues to pound into me. Tears form in my eyes, "please, no more."

He lifts his head as he hears me, "one more." He mumbles before pressing his lips against mine lovingly. His demeanor changes completely and his thrusts star to become more sloppy has he reaches his own high.

He groans my name in my mouth and I cum once again, clutching onto him for support as my body shakes. He pulls out, rolling the the side of me before pulling my still shaking body to him.

"Fuck (Y/N)." He mutters quietly. There was a pause before he spoke again, "you don't like Tony, do you?" He sounded unsure and just a bit sad.

I look up at him from laying on his warm chest, his heartbeat now back to normal, unlike mine that was still beating rapidly in my chest. Stupid super soldier serum.

"No, I only did it so I could get your attention. I love you more than anything and I didn't know he was going to go that far." I answer truthfully, snuggling closer to him.

He smiles, kissing the top of my forehead, "I love you too baby girl, just... don't do that again." He whispers, turning the bedside lamp off so the room was engulfed in darkness, the only light coming through was the moonlight from the window across the room. He pulls the blanket up our bodies and lays on his side, having his flesh arm under my head as a makeshift pillow and mine does the same to him. His bionic arms traces random patterns on my naked side while mine pays with his hair.

"I won't, as long as you won't." I mutter, yawning. "Anyway, it was Natasha's idea, blame her."

He chuckles, cupping my face. "I'm still playing the game, you just can't go and grind on other people to get my attention."

"It worked, didn't it?" I ask, tugging on his hair a bit.

He growls quietly, "yeah, it did. But you could do a lot more to get my attention, like walk in the room naked... I would have fucked you right then and there. You weren't the only one who was horny that whole week. I was wanted to see who would give in first."

I scoff and lightly push his shoulder, knowing fully well it wouldn't affect him, "go to sleep, you big cuddly giant."

He laughs quietly, closing his eyes, I admire his face as he does so. "Go to sleep (Y/N), I can tell you're looking at me."

I don't say anything but close my eyes with a smile on my face, enjoying the comfortable silence, the only thing heard was his and my breathing. "Goodnight James."

"Night doll, you might be sore tomorrow so expect a bath and breakfast in bed." I smile at him, blindly leaning forward to kiss his lips passionately for almost five minutes straight before finally pulling back and pressing my forehead to his and slowly drifting off to sleep.

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~ Preference 1: How You Met

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• A N A K I N   S Y K W A L K E R •

It was funny, really, how you met. You were minding your own business at a quiet diner, taking a sip of your drink before your hot soup was served to you. You muttered a thank you and made the stupid decision not to blow it before you took a mouthful. Immediately you regret it and spat it out at what you thought was the floor but you soon realised it was someone's feet, you looked up nervously. Anakin looked down at you with his mouth wide open, they were new shoes too. Obi-Wan stood behind, laughing so hard.

• O B I - W A N   K E N O B I •

The council realised you were force sensitive and wanted to train you, even though you were way too old to start your training. A mysterious man in a cream coloured cloak stood on the other side of the room, listening to the councils bicker on who was too train you. Some didn't and some did but they didn't want to train you themselves. As if everyone in the room all got the same idea at the same time, all heads turned towards Master Kenobi, silently wishing they'd pick him to train you. He immediately agreed and come out of the shadows of the corner of the room - and gods, was he beautiful.

• P O E   D A M E R O N •

You and Leia made your way down the quiet corridor to get to the main part of the ship, you were her new protector, as you may call it. Just then a man came and almost crashed into you and you were ready to raise your blaster to eliminate the threat. Leia put a hand on top of yours, a comforting silence made you realise that he meant no harm. He looks at you almost apologetic before talking to Leia about a possible mission to help fight off the First Order. Once he had finished his rant, he turned to you and asked if you liked his idea, to which you didn't reply because you were too caught up in his beauty - and for damn sure did Leia tease you about it.

• T H E  M A N D A L O R I A N •

This little green fellow had tapped your feet, it's big eyes staring up at you with adoration. You tried to awe at it as you picked it up and moved it over to your bench, offering it some food and a drink. Loud footsteps were heard before what seemed like a blaster to be cocked in your direction, you turned, seeing a man in a helmet. He almost seemed to be taken back by your beauty as he stopped dead in his tracks. The Child behind you giggled and jumped from the table to you, resting on your shoulders before giving you in what seemed to be a kiss on the cheek. The Mandalorian slowly lowered his blaster, you were not threat.

• K Y L O   R E N •

You heard the ships and tie-fighters all land before you saw that they were much closer to you than expected. You ran through the snowy ground, realising you were hardly getting anywhere and the sound of Storm Troopers were closing in on you. You may have escaped death on your home planet, but now the First Order were after you again to finish the job. You turned to see if they were following you before swinging back around and smacking straight into a body, you looked up - it was Kylo Ren. He stared down at you, analysing you through his mask before offering his hand to take.

• G E N E R A L   H U X •

You were Snoke's new apprentice, training along side Kylo. You bowed before your master, agreeing to his plans before standing up and making your way out. As you do, Kylo turns the corner and gives you a nod as you do the same before another man turned the corner and almost smacked into you. He was about to yell at you, tell you off for getting in his personal space but as he looked down at you, he was lost for words; much like you were at this point. You heard someone clear their throat loudly and turn to see Kylo impatiently waiting for the man to follow - but not before he smirked at the both of you.

• L U K E  S K Y W A L K E R •

You watched curiously as the fish below you slowly crept into the basket at your feet. You were overjoyed that you'd finally be eating tonight, as the days before there was no fish to get. A ship landed a few feet away from you and you groaned as the fish got scared and scattered away in a hurry. You watched as a man and woman emerged from the ship and were bickering before a Wookie and another man emerged, as you both made eye contact, you knew it was love at first sight.

• H A N   S O L O •

You heard his voice before you saw him, Maker, he was loud and obnoxious and you had a headache. You knew as soon as you saw him that he was the guy that wouldn't shut up and turned to him and scowled him for being so loud. He seemed amused by your frustration towards him, and as he came closer to you, you realized that he was indeed beautiful. He apologized sarcastically and you rolled you eyes - another play boy, it seemed.

• F I N N •

Your brother, Poe, had just given you the special assignment of cleaning his X-Wing, you were amazed he would let anyone touch his beauty other than himself. You were happy before you always thought that Poe had the best X-Wing in the Galaxy and quickly got to work at cleaning all the controls in his cockpit. As the younger sibling, he wouldn't let you fly just yet but you knew he would teach you one day when the First Order was dealt with. You felt someone watch you from the distance and saw a beautiful dark-skinned man watching you, as soon as he saw that you were looking and quickly turned and kept walking, a blush on his handsome face.

• C A L   K E S T I S •

Cere had found you in your hardest time, when the Empire had tortured you and left you for dead. She took you in and cared for you when no one else did and you were truly greatness. The Empire wanted you because he believed you were Force-Sensitive, which you were but because you were only just figuring out your powers, he grew frustrated with you and tortured you. You laid on the couch of the Mantis and someone cleared their throat, you looked up at this man and saw he has beautiful red hair and green eyes - you audibly gasped at his beauty and he blushed.

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~ The Dark Side: Yourself and the infamous Jedi, Cal Kestis, are on the mission to stop the Empire killing innocent, Force-Sensitive kids; but as you and Cal venture further into Ilum, you find it harder to focus on the mission as a certain memory keeps showing up in your mind.

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Cal Kestis: The Dark Side

PLOT: Yourself and the infamous Jedi, Cal Kestis, are on the mission to stop the Empire killing innocent, Force-Sensitive kids; but as you and Cal venture further into Ilum, you find it harder to focus on the mission as a certain memory keeps showing up in your mind.

•••

The Mantis landed with a few oddly concerning sounds. "Hey Greez, I think you need to check your ship out, eh? It's making weird sounds." I told him as he walked around the Holotable to reach Cere, Cal and myself.

He looked up at me and scoffed, "why would I do that? This ship is in perfect condition, there's no need to-" Greez was cut off from something falling around the back of the ship. He stopped for a moment and lowered his gaze, almost embarrassed. "Yeah, you know what? That sounds like a perfect idea, I'll be doing that while you and Cal do... whatever it is you need to do on this freezing planet. But don't take too long, I don't want to freeze my ship or arms off, thank you very much."

I laughed at him, patting him on the shoulder and went over to Cal as Greez walked around back to check out the source of the sound. Cal was standing by the door, waiting for me, he didn't say a word to me, but went outside into the freezing climate of Ilum.

We recently had a fight because I had risked my life in order to save Cal from a bunch of Nightsisters attacking us when Merrin had unleashed them upon us and the weird Wanderer. I had used the Dark Side to push them away from us, before bolting to get back to the Mantis. I knew I was in trouble, as Cal was very against using the Dark Side of the Force, but I had saved us both; what would have happened if I didn't?

Unlike Cal, I was very persuaded to use the Dark Side of the Force every time I used any type of Force, and so to prevent myself from doing so, I cut myself from it - much like Cere did. Cere helped me try and control my habit, but because she wasn't using The Force herself, she could only do so much. I once burned a hole in the side of the Mantis trying to contain the power within me and hurt Cere and unknowingly Force-Pushed Greez into The Holotable, and that's when I decided that I couldn't control my power and so stopped using The Force altogether.

That was before Cal came along into my life. Cal and I had bonded quickly, soon enough getting together. I found out that Cal too had some trouble with The Force and so that's when I decided to tell him the I once used to be a Padawan; a very tricky one to deal with, unfortunately. My Master was obsessed with The Zeffo and how it all worked, much like Condova, and therefore didn't teach me as well as she could have. That's when The Purge happened and my Master had been turned to the Dark Side and I barely escaped her torture to try and turn me as well, resulting in me using the Dark Side to escape The Empire. I would have been lying if I said I wasn't thinking about turning to the Dark Side in order for her to stop torturing me, but then I thought of my parents and what they would have wanted me to do and so fought it as much as I could and barely escaped.

I shivered as I looked up at the tall Jedi Temple, it was beautiful, much like it used to be when I went there as a child. "Hey Y/N, got a second?" I heard Cere say and walked over to her. Cal waited a few feet away, talking to BD-1. "I know you and Cal are having trouble at the moment, and I don't blame him for being mad at you, because you did use the Dark Side, but you both have to make up. It's making him not as focused on the task as he should be. You are each other's rock, you need to do something or otherwise this mission may fail." Cere told me and I nodded, she had a point.

"I will Cere, I was trying to help and- and- I don't know. I was just trying to help, Cere. Please don't be mad at me for that." I whispered and lowered my head in sadness. I get why she was mad at me but after all, I was just trying to do what was right.

She brought me in for an unexpected hug, "it's okay Y/N." We pulled away and I smiled at her before joining Cal. He looked down at me for a moment, sensing my sadness before turning to walk towards the Jedi Temple, I sighed and followed him. As we came closer to the temple, BD-1 jumped from Cal's shoulder to mine and I smiled at him.

"Beep Boop?" The droid spoke to me, wondering if I was alright.

I laughed at him, trying to cover my hurt up. "Yes, I'm alright BD. How about you? Are you alright? Your parts aren't freezing up, are they?" I asked him.

The droid made a sound, "Beep Boop Beep!"

"That's good, little buddy." I said as we neared a small gap to squeeze through. Cal went through before I did and we neared the other side before Cal climbed up the ice wall, me following in suite. "Wow, it's beautiful up here." I mumbled and BD-1 beeped in agreement. We continued up the ice wall, having to jump to reach it, before climbing up to one of the side areas. It was dark for a moment, my eyes adjusting to the darkness before I saw a plug that connected to a stand on the other side of the room. I jumped to get to it but soon realised that I need to Force-Pull it towards me.

"Um, Cal? Can you do this please?" I asked him and he looked over in my direction to see the plug. He jumped onto the ledge I was on and Force-Pulled the plug towards him before putting it into the stand. I watched as the door opened and light shone through the magnifying window in the next room.

When we got to the magnifying window, I stopped for a second, enjoying the slight warmth it was giving. "It's nice to have the warmth from the window." Cal spoke but I realised he wasn't speaking to me, but BD-1 instead and I sighed quietly as I followed him to other room where there was another magnifying window.

Once we broke down the ice walls covering the entry ways to undiscovered sections of Ilum, we followed the path that lead underwater. When I jumped in, I made a noise of discomfort and Cal looked behind him to see if I was alright before quickly turning back and submerging himself completely underwater. This silent treatment was killing me, it hurt that he wasn't talking to me at all. I grabbed my breather and followed him, spotting a chest behind one of the columns and swimming over to it. BD-1 jumped off and dived into the chest before coming out and showing us what he got.

The reason why we were on this isolated planet was because Cal had broken his lightsaber when facing his dead Master, Jaro Tapal, and he was a wreck afterwards, only hurting more when I used the Dark Side of the Force. We were in search for a Kyber Crystal to help him rebuild his lightsaber and hopefully get over his guilt for not being strong enough to save his Master. I still remembered when we got back to the Mantis after barely escaping the deadly rage of the Nightsisters, Cal had broken down into front of the crew. Cere wouldn't have any of it though, explaining to Cal the truth behind her failed Padawan, Trilla, and how she escaped the torture she was held in. She gave Cal her lightsaber and demanded he rebuild one; to move on from his guilt.

I knew I was in trouble when I was sitting on the sofa in the Mantis and Cal came up to me and sat down, looking at me with a look of disappointment in his beautiful green eyes. "Why would you do that?" He asked, it sounded harsh, even if he didn't mean too. I went to speak but he spoke again, "you could have lost control back there!"

My gaze lowered and I took a deep breath, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill. "Cal, I'm- I'm sorry. I was just trying to help the both of us." My voice was quiet yet my heartbeat was loud in my ears. Cal sighed and ran a hand through his ginger locks.

Standing up abruptly, Cal suddenly grew frustrated with me. "What would have happened if there was a few more Nightsisters there, huh? You would have to have used more of the Dark Side to stop them, and then what? Y/N, you could have turned there!"

"I'm sorry." Was all I managed to whisper as tears hit my pants. Cal let out a frustrated groan and stormed off to his room. I whimper and brush the hair from my eyes, only to see Greez and Cere looking at me, making me look away instantly. Taking a deep breath, I stand and make my way to my own room before shutting the door, not coming out until we landed on Ilum. Greez had a look of sympathy, and while Cere also held that same look, she also had a look of anger as well. I had truly screwed up this time.

Replaying back on those memories, tears once again gathered in my mind, but I quickly brushed them away before Cal or BD-1 could see. Cal stopped for a second, almost making me crash into him but quickly stopped myself. "I see it BD-1, that's where we need to go." He said, looking over the ice walls at a ledge in the distance.

Its like anger grew inside me when he mentioned BD-1 again, and not me, and I couldn't control my outburst. "Why are you always talking to BD-1? I exist too, you know, or do you wish I didn't because I save us from the Nightsisters and had to use the Force? Why- why can't you just realise that I am sorry and move on?" My voice cracked at the last sentence, tears gathering in my eyes faster than before and succeeded in spilling.

Cal looked back, while BD-1 made a sound of sadness. Cal's eyes softened as I broke down and crouched on the iced floor, not caring that it was cold or that my hands where freezing and I could barely feel them.

"Y/N-" Cal started but I wouldn't hear his complaints about me anymore.

He crouched down to be with me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Forget it Cal, I'm going back to the Mantis." I grumbled and wiped away my tears before standing and walking in the other direction, back to the ship. He didn't try and follow me back, which I was glad for.

I didn't know why I was so angry at him, when really it was my fault in the first place. I understood that I had done something wrong but he or Cere didn't have to keep telling me and pulling me down into my abyss of guilt and regret, they could help me try and control myself.

I was shivering violently when I got back to the Mantis, Greez seeing me first and gave me a questioning look. "Hey kid, what's the matter? Why aren't you with Cal?" He asked as he salted his steak.

Cere came from the cockpit as he heard Greez and saw me on the verge of tears and shivering violently. I looked down at my hands that were starting to go blue before up to Cere. "Why can't you accept that I'm not like you or Cal, that I don't know how to use the Force properly, that I have trouble controlling it? Why do you have to be so mean and keep telling me about my mistakes? Why can't you just accept what I did and move on?" I knew I shouldn't be angry, but I couldn't help it. My hands balled into fists and the sound of shattering came from the kitchen.

Greez leaped back as the light above him shattered into tiny pieces. Our attention was moved to the light and I felt guilt wash over me again when I saw Greez picking out a shard of glass in his arm.

I broke down then, covering my face in my hands. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. What's wrong with me?" I sobbed and ran to my room, locking it behind me before sliding down the metal and bringing my knees to my chest. I sobbed for a long time, not knowing when I had stopped and finally drifted into an uncomfortable sleep.

I woke to faint whispers being ushered between people before I groaned and stood up from my position on the floor, moving to my bed. It was terribly cold and I was still shivering violently as I wrapped the thin blanket around my body. Someone knocked on the door a few moments later, "who is it?" I mumbled, secretly hoping it was Greez, he seemed to be the only one to not judge me.

"It's me, Cal." I sighed when I heard his muffled voice on the other side of the door. I knew I couldn't avoid him forever, that I had to face him and the mistakes I had caused.

I got up and padded to the door, unlocking it for him before it swooshed open and he came in. His eyes held nothing but softness and I'm sure that if he was looking into my eyes, they would be red with hopelessness laced all throughout them.

Cal didn't usher a word for a few moments, making the air around us thicken with tension. I looked down at my hands, them being the most intriguing thing in my room. "Y/N-"

"I'm sorry, Cal." I whispered. Tears threatened to spill once again but I held them back.

"It's okay, I'm sorry I was so harsh on you. You had made a mistake yet I made it seem like the end of the world, when it wasn't." Cal said and grabbed my hands in his, bringing them to his mouth to blow hot air on, it was nice seeming I was so cold.

I stayed quiet for a while, just enjoying the peaceful silence between us. Cal unexpectedly brought me in for a hug, trying to warm me up as best as he could, and I felt myself relax beside him.

"I'll help teach you become a Jedi." Those words rang in my head and I looked up at Cal, his green eyes glancing back down at me lovingly. "Cere will help too, we discussed this just before. We will go to Bogano and I will help teach you there. We just have to get the Holocron first then I'm all yours."

I sat up then, tears forming in my eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time and I engulfed Cal in a hug. "You would do that for me?" I whisper.

"You know I would." He whispered back. I smiled at him, grabbing his face and kissing him lovingly. I pulled back as soon as I leant in, we've never kissed before... A bright blush covers my face and so does Cal's. He slowly reaches up to cup my face before gently bringing my face back to his, stopping just before he kisses me and brushes his lips against mine. I whimper and he finally pushes his lips to mine softly.

As we pull back, I lean my forehead against his and smile softly. He does the same, and for the first time that day, I felt content and happy; safe and wrapped up in Cal's arms.

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Bucky Barnes’ Series Masterlist

~ Hurt Part 1: You had been abused at home, and when you finally decide that you’ve had enough, you run away, quickly finding yourself at SHIELD Headquarters. Part 2:  After you wake up, you find yourself surrounded by the superheroes you’ve grown to love already. When one of those superheros offer to take you in, can you really refuse their offer? [THIS SERIES CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT THAT MAY TRIGGER READERS!]

~ Kidnapped Part 1: You are kidnapped by none other then the Winter Soldier himself by HYDRA’s orders but as a snow storm comes through, you have to bunk with the James Buchanan Barnes for 2 weeks. In that time, you develop feelings for one another. Part 2:  After about a week and a half, you and Bucky have become relatively close, considering there is nowhere for you to go. After the Avengers find you, Bucky is taken away from you and you get healed up. You demand to see him to help the Winter Soldier.

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Bucky Barnes: Kidnapped [pt.2]

Part 1 | Part 2

PLOT:  After about a week and a half, you and Bucky have become relatively close, considering there is nowhere for you to go. After the Avengers find you, Bucky is taken away from you and you get healed up. You demand to see him to help the Winter Soldier.

•••

It had almost been a week and a half and you were still in the abandoned building with the super soldier. You and him had somewhat bonded over the course of that week, cuddling with each other every night seeming the weather was getting even more cold at nights. There was little food left from the backpack he bought in and your injuries weren't getting any better.

"Here," he said, giving you a half eaten protein bar.

You gladly accept it and sit next to him on the floor, "thank you." You say quietly, resting your head on his shoulder and he tenses for a bit but relaxes after a while. You eat the protein bar and audibly groan when you finished it too quickly. The snow storm had gotten much worse over the week and you were trapped in this small cottage, begging for someone to come and rescue you both.

You look up at the man and he looks down at you, "are you okay?" He asks, looking over your body.

You nod, "just hungry and my leg is sore."

Without warning, he lifts you up suddenly and places you on the chair, kneeling in front of you and lifting your sweats up to see your leg. You bite back a whimper as his flesh fingers touch your wounded area.

He looks up at you suddenly, sensing your pain and you look back at him tiredly. To your surprise, he leans up and presses his lips with yours. At first, you had no idea what was going on but your senses come back to you and you kiss him back just as passionately. Your tongues dance together, fighting for dominance which he clearly wins and he grabs your waist, pulling you off the chair and on his lap, in which you weave your hands to the back of his head and hold him there.

A loud noise from the roof makes you jolt and pull back away from him, he suddenly becomes alert and moves you off him, moving to the door and locking it. You get up and you hear a slight buzzing sound before a section of the roof collapses in but before it could fall on you, the man runs and pushes you out the way, with him collapsing onto you.

Surprisingly, you see Tony in his suit lower himself in, quickly followed by Steve and Clint. "Y/N?" Clint asks surprised but happily.

"Clint!" You yell, running up to your cousin and engulfing him in a hug.You hear grunting behind you and see that Tony is repeatedly punching the man over and over again. Your heart breaks a little.You gasp, "Tony stop! He was helping me!" You say, moving in between both men.

"Helping you? You mean keeping you hostage in this place! You could have died here, Y/N!" Tony says, trying to get to the man behind you but you blocked him.You try and keep down the tears that threatened to spill, "he is the reason why I'm not dead. He had the choice to kill me, Tony, but he never did because is a good man."

Steve goes to grab him but he stops suddenly, "Bucky?" He asks, confused and you look behind you to see the man who had just been called Bucky, looking just as confused, if not more.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" He asks, looking between you and Steve.

×××

"Your wounds should heal up nicely." Bruce says, giving you a bottle of painkillers. You didn't say anything but stared out the window in the direction where Steve had taken the man, who you found out to be the James Buchanan Barnes.

You were worried what they were going to do to him, "I have to go." You say, jumping off the hospital bed and making your way to where they took him. You saw a couple of SHIELD agents standing, guarding the door. "I have to go through." You say, anxious to see him, wanting to let him know everything will be okay.

"By Steve's orders, we cannot-,"

"Fury sent me." You lied, getting cross at them. The two look at each other before nodding and opening the door for you to enter the small, confined room.There was nothing but a metal frame for a bed with a thin blanket on top and a toilet with a sink in built on top.In the corner of the room, you see the man. His knees were too his chest and his head was in his knees. Slowly, you moved over to him and crouch down, placing a hand on his shoulder.He jolts and looks up with teary eyes. He looks at you for a bit you neither of you say anything.

"My name is Bucky," is all he said to start with and you smile at him, confused but happy. "HYDRA sent me to kidnap you and bring you back to them so they could experiment on you. They- they brainwashed me and I don't- I don't know anything other then my name." He stutters, crying and hiding his face in his knees again.

"Oh Bucky, come here." You say, opening your arms wide and he shuffles closer to you, wrapping you in a hug. He cries on your shoulder and you hear the door open behind you but you don't turn around to know it's Steve.

"You can't-" Steve stops himself as he sees you both, hugging each other and you quietly hush in him and stroking his hair out.

Bucky lifts his head, "I'm sorry I hurt you." He whispers, placing a kiss on your wrist where he hurt you almost a week earlier back at the vacation house.

You grab his face and look at him in the eyes, "you, Bucky Barnes never hurt me. You never did and never will. You will not be hurt again like that, understand?" You say, remaining eye contact with him.

He sniffs and nods, "I love you." He whispers.

You smile at him, leaning down to engulf him in another hug, "I love you too, James."

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Bucky Barnes: Kidnapped [pt.1]

Part 1 | Part 2

PLOT: You are kidnapped by none other then the Winter Soldier himself by HYDRA's orders but as a snow storm comes through, you have to bunk with the James Buchanan Barnes for 2 weeks. In that time, you develop feelings for one another.

•••

You make your way down the stairs, throwing your hair up in a quick messy bun before journeying through your living room to get to your kitchen. The sunlight comes through the tinted curtains and splays out across the island counter as you grab a coffee mug and start to brew the coffee that your brain is yearning you to take immediately.

As you wait for the coffee, you go over to your sofa and grab the blanket off it before folding it and placing it neatly back on the teal material. You smile for some unknown reason and make your way back over to the kitchen, pouring yourself the hot coffee into the mug.

You pad your way over to your veranda and open the glass sliding down, stepping outside and onto the wooden planks beneath you. Breathing in the fresh air, you look around at the tall trees covered in snow that surrounded your house. To the left of your veranda, there was an outdoor sofa with a single chair and some lushes winter plants that you make a mental note to remember to water later on. On the right, was the outdoor dining table and chairs that you make your way over to.

Grabbing the book you left on there, you set yourself down on the chair and begin to read.

You were currently on a vacation from your day job, a SHIELD agent. You had injured your leg and arm in an accident involving the new arising issue to America (well, returning issue), and that is HYDRA. Fury said you could take as much time off as necessary to ensure you were healthy again to do your job.

As a result, he let you use the vacation house deep in the woods, far from everywhere and he knew you'd be safe there if the issue continues to rise overtime. You weren't complaining, of course, you get a huge two story (basement and attic included) house, four master bedrooms with medium sized en suites, a study room, two sunrooms, large open plan lounge, dining and kitchen along with a big gym room. Overall, you could injure yourself everyday if it ended up like this.

Once you finish your coffee and book, you get up and make your way over to the kitchen again to wash your dishes and put the dry ones away.

Finishing up, you turn and something moves in the corner of your eye, you frown and turn your head, instinctively moving towards it. You step outside again but see that it's only the plant moving around in the cold wind.

Sighing, you move back around again but you get knocked to the ground. You gasp as you land in the snow, before getting up as fast as you could. A man jumps from the railing and towards you and your eyes widen, only then do you realise you have nothing to defend yourself with. You silently curse and start to move towards the back door to get inside and lock it but the man grabs you by the hair and pulls you back into the snow.

He straddles your waist, "get off me!" You yell. Only then do you see his features, he wore mainly black leather, covering his body and straps around his waist that held two knifes and a gun. He wore a mask, concealing his face.

He goes to punch you but you block with with your injured left arm and cry out as his fist comes in contact with it. He grabs your arm and pins it down before raising his other hand that shines dully into your eyes. You notice it was metal and before he could hit you with that, you manage to twist around so you were straddling him.

His left arm comes up around your throat and you find it hard to breath as he was cutting off your oxygen. He throws you off him and you groan as you hit your head hard on the wooden floorboards. In front of you, you see the blurry figure of the man moving towards you but the darkness creeping in the corners of your eyes makes you unable to move.

He bends down and picks you up bridal style and you fall unconscious in his arms.

×××

Shivering, you open your eyes and am met with nothing but a back of a chair and the freezing temperature. Fright overcomes you and you sat up quickly, knocking your head on the railing beside you.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask, hoarsely to the man in the front who was driving. You recognized him as your kidnapper.

He doesn't say anything but continues to drive and you look around at your surroundings. You were in a van by the looks of it and your hands and feet were restrained in ropes, which were wrapped around the railing beside your head so you couldn't escape.

Over the course of working with SHIELD, you had been scared of nothing, but this made you shake. The man who was practically a foot taller than you, had a death look in his eyes, his stance was terrifying and to top it all off, he had a metal arm which could possibly crush you at any given time.

"P- please, just let me go. I don't know what you want from me, I know nothing of what SHIELD is doing. I injured myself and so have nothing to do with this. Please, just let me go." At the end, your voice was shaky, your eyes quickly filled with tears at the thought of dying at the hands of this maniac.

Just the thought of never being able to see your friends again made you feel uneasy, the thought of never seeing your family again made you sob. You didn't want to die, you were only young and helping the world change for the better, but instead the world came back and bit you... hard. What did you do to deserve this?

The man's eyes looked at you through the mirror and the intense glare he gave you made your eyes advert to the floor of the van. "Please... don't kill me." You whisper, ever so quietly but the man heard you and pulled over on the side of the road.

Fear quickly engulfed you as he jumped out of the van and around to the back.

He swung the door open with force and you shriek, moving back and trying to squish yourself closer to the back of the front seat; almost wishing you would vanish through it. "Please, please don't hurt me! I'll do anything! Please!" You were screaming and tears ran down your cold cheeks.

He got in the back of the van and grabbed both of your hands, getting his knife out.

You were kicking, trying to get him off you. "Stop! Please, I'll do anything for you! Please don't hurt me! No, stop!" You continued to scream, your throat becoming sore.

You sobbed, closing your eyes and turning your head away from him, not wanting him to see the SHIELD agent so terrified of dying. That's what you signed up for when joining SHIELD.

The pain never came but instead, you felt the rope around your hands being cut off. You turned to him wide eyes, watching him intently as he started to cut the rope around your wrists.

When he finished that, he started on your ankles and before he knew it, he had cut you free. Only then do you realise that he was straddling your waist, his face close to yours. He stared at you for a long while.

As much as you wished, you couldn't stop your hands coming up to his mask and gently pulling the object away from his face. You were terribly surprised that he looked gorgeous under it.

But what amazed you the most is that he didn't flinch from your touch and you cup his jaw softly in your hands. In that moment, you knew that he wasn't really like this, there was something behind his eyes that expressed that.

He then pulled away quickly and his eyes went back to the hard look, the one that frightened you before and he left the back of the van.

You breathed out, not knowing what overcame you in that short moment but you felt positive about it.

You knew that he wasn't actually this murderer or otherwise he would have killed you by now. You knew he was something more than that, someone who was good and you made it your mission to fulfill that quest.

×××

The drive didn't exactly go how he originally planned. The snowfall had increased and a storm was starting to take place. He couldn't drive anymore has the snow become too high on the ground and so found an abandoned building off to the side of the road.

You hadn't talked since that awkward encounter and you were slightly glad. He didn't look so deadly anymore but more confused with himself, always stealing glances at you through the mirror before looking back at the road again.

Currently, you were being held by the back of your neck as the man walked you both into the deserted building.

As nightfall came over, you were shivering violently as the the cold wind of the snow storm came through the cracked windows in the small cottage.

The man, on the other hand, was perfectly fine. He was laying across from you, on his side with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes closed, trying to fall asleep. You could tell you were annoying him by the small crease between his eyebrows everytime you shivered or moved.

You were getting frustrated with the cold and rolled so you were facing away from him, curling up into a tight ball to try and keep whatever warmth you had left, but it was no used. You started to cry quietly from your frustrations, having enough of this weather.

Suddenly, you felt a heavy arm wrap around your middle and bring you closer to the man behind you. You visually tense as he rests his head between your shoulder blades.

To say you weren't comfortable would be an understatement, because you were. What came out next was something that made you surprised, "sleep." It was quiet and hoarse but you heard him say it. One word, but it was something.

You didn't say anything back as you closed your eyes and slowly relaxed in his arms. His warmth spread across your body like a virus and you felt content laying there.

Slowly, you felt yourself drift off into sleep and you smiled slightly. Maybe being here with him, stuck in a snowstorm with nowhere to go for at least 1 week wouldn't be as terrible as you thought.

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Bucky Barnes: Hurt [pt.2]

Part 1 | Part 2

PLOT: After you wake up, you find yourself surrounded by the superheroes you’ve grown to love already. When one of those superheros offer to take you in, can you really refuse their offer?

•••

Opening my eyes, I am met with a dull light. I groan and turn my head trying to move away from the light but it was no use.With a sigh, I finally decide to open my eyes, the ceiling light shining down on me. Moving to a sitting position, I swing my feet off the edge and slowly stand up. My foot was fine now?

My bones crack as I stretch, I feel well-rested.I move to the door and open it, people fly past me with clipboards and other things. Someone walks towards me and smiles, "hey there. I see you've woken up. Feel good?" The same girl with red hair says.

"Um, yeah, pretty good actually." I yawn, she laughs and helps me to a large room with seats. Everyone sat around a large table.The women helps me take a seat next to her and the guy who had the wings. I look around and realise where I was in the avengers tower. "Oh my God." It slipped from my mouth, I didn't mean it too. The women with red hair turns to me and gives a questioning look.

"What's wrong honey?" She asks, leaning into the table more to get a better look at me.

"I'm at the avengers place..." She smiles at me and nods, finding my expression amusing. "Holy shit." I mutter, she laughs louder.

Suddenly, a man walks in, thick as hell. He takes a seat opposite me. His features were sharp, defined jawline, light stubble along it, his eyes piercing blue, his hair was a shoulder length dark chocolate brown. He wore a red long sleeved shirt.

He lifts his head and looks at me, my eyes widen and I remove my stare. He chuckles quietly, his voice was deep and husky. Oh God, why am I falling for a stranger?

"What'd you do with my father?" I ask, I remember him being there last night.

"We put him where he belongs, it's clear he was doing stuff to you, only God knows what you went through." The man with wings last night says, taking the fork full of bacon. "I'm Sam." He extends his hand over the table, I reach up and grab it.

"Y/n." I smile at him as I retract my arm, placing it around my fork to eat, I was starving, quite literally. As the bacon hits my mouth, I moan out loud. Everyone around me turns, I gulp.

"Good?" The women ask. I laugh nervously and nod.The man in front of me smiles, looking down at his food. He was so beautiful.

"My name is Natasha, but you can call me Nat." The women says, swallowing her food. I turn to her and sees about to put my hand out, she laughs and pulls me too her, making us hug. "I don't hug many people, you should feel lucky." I laugh at her and continue to eat our breakfast.

Once we finished, Nat leads me to the shower and hands me some spare clothes to where. I wash away all the dirt, dried blood and other disgusting shit off me. Once I step out, I dry my hair with the towel and put the clothes on. I step out of the bathroom, after cleaning up after myself, something I've learnt to always do or I'd get bashed. No, y/n, stop thinking about that. You're safe here. Lost in thought, I bump into someone, they catch me before I fell and helps me up again. "I'm sorry, I should have watched where I was going." I say and look up the see Mr gorgeous.

He smiles a warm smile at me, "that's alright. Umm- Tony wanted me to lead you to the medical area to get some vitamins." His voice was so deep, so manly. I squeak out an ‘okay’ and follow him. "So y/n, right?" He asks, looking back at me briefly.

"Yeah." I say, mesmerized at how he walks for some reason. "Or y/n/n." 

He smiles at it before continuing, "well y/n/n, Tony wanted me to ask you a few questions."

"Sure."

"He asked if you've been through this before. The beatings, I mean. Sorry, I tried to make it nice." He mumbles the last part as I tense at his question.

"Almost my whole life, it started when I was about 4 to 5, I was in my room drawing when my dad came in and started yelling at me saying I was the reason why they were broke all the time, why my mum had turned to drugs so that she could get some relief, why my dad turned to alcohol to forget about the day he had. Now I'm 23, I wasn't allowed to leave home, couldn't get a job or a career. I had to stay with them as their slave as they put it one time." I finish, a few tears stain my cheeks.

The man turns to me, "you won't ever have to put up with that ever again, I promise." He says with a sad smile, I return it.

When we walk into the room Tony gets me to sit on the bed where they do a basic check up."Okay, well, we're giving you vitamins so your health will go up quickly." Tony says more to himself than me, turning to get something. He hands me 2 tablets, I eye them curiously. Tony hands me the bottle and I see its vitamin tablets. I swallow them and thank them.

That night I was with Natasha, we were talking about our pasts, although I had nothing really to talk about. "Well, I think I might go to bed. Oh shit, do you have a bed?"

I shake my head, "she can sleep with me." Mr gorgeous says.

Natasha nods."I would but Bruce is there so it'll be awkward." She laughs.

After saying our goodbyes, Mr gorgeous leads me to his room. His room was clean, a queen bed in the middle of the room with old fashioned looking sheets. A wardrobe was to the side of the room, another door probably leading to the bathroom to the other side of the room. A ceiling to floor window covered up the whole wall opposite the bed where you look out and see the woods. He hands me a pillows and a thick blanket. I go and set up on the floor but he stops me, "that's for me. Sorry, I shouldn't have gotten you to hold it."

"What, no, I'll sleep on the floor. It's fine." I protest. He shakes his head at me, smiling.

"Nope, not happening."

"Too bad." I smile, sitting on the floor. He walks over and lifts me up with ease, he sets me on the bed and walks over to the bed. I get a glimpse of his arm, it was a metal arm. "How'd that happen?" I ask curious.

"How what happened?" He looks at me confused.

"Your arm. I mean, you don't have to tell me-"

"When I fell off the train back in the 40s, HYDRA gave me serum before though when they were experimenting on me when they captured me. I survived, by they brainwashed me, I got out of it almost a year ago and came to live here with the avengers to get me back on track." He says like he could talk to me about anything, then, realisation hits me.

"Your James Buchanan Barnes?" I say a little too loudly. He chuckles.

“You can call me Bucky." He simply says and I yawn, "now sleep." 

"I still don't want you sleeping on the floor." I mumble, he sighs and stands up moving to the other side of the bed, getting under the covers.

"Share the bed then." I blush at his words and slowly get under the covers. I face towards him, not wanting to hurt the bullet wound on my ribs. He also faces me and closes his eyes.

He was beautiful, I had to admit. His breathes were slow and calming and I find peace in it, finding myself falling asleep a lot quicker. Maybe sleeping with him on the same bed wasn't that bad.