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marvelouslymarly · 12 days ago

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I'm your Huckleberry [Bob Reynolds x female Thunderbolts!reader]

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry x female thunderbolts!reader

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Summary: Bob wants to surprise you with dinner but things go wrong, so the of you end up having a movie night instead (among other things xD)...

Rated: E for explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Requested? No

CW: angst (struggles with depression), fluff, half of this is smut MDNI ([are we even surprised at this point?] fingering, handjob, oral (female receiving), squirting, dry humping, unprotected piv (be responsible, peeps <3), denied orgasm, needy Bob (i kinda feel like, at this point, this is a given?)); as usual: mild spoiler warning for Thunderbolts*; second half of this is not beta-read...

Word count: 12.3k

[A/N: This took longer than expected, so...] feeback and reblogs appreciated!

You turned the water off and slid the glass screen open, stepping out of the shower. The cold air of the bathroom hit your body and made you regret not turning on the little space heater before. Quickly snatching the towel hanging on the rod next to the shower, you wrapped it around your body tightly before you wiped the condensation off the mirror to look at your reflection. The bruises from the last mission were gradually fading, turning all kinds of shades of brown, green and yellow, some still a little bluer than others. The tear in your bottom lip was slowly closing, the scab having come off during your shower, but there was still a faint pink line where the skin had split after the punch to your face. You had a few more wounds covering your body than before going on the mission, but you’d told yourself that they were nothing a few stitches and painkillers couldn’t fix.

The smell of burning food filled your nose and then there was a loud clattering sound, followed by Bob’s angry screams echoing from the kitchen.

You wrapped the towel tighter around your body and ran out of the bathroom, worried about what you’d find in the kitchen. When you reached the origin of the commotion, you looked around frantically, trying to make sense of what you were seeing. There were splatters of food all over the kitchen, pieces of pasta and sauce stuck to the cabinet fronts, the wall on the opposite side of the room, broken pieces of the baking dish with even more remnants of what Bob must have tried to cook.

And then you saw him… In the middle of it all was Bob, cowering on the floor, his hands in his hair, pulling at his locks. His gaze was fixed on the mess before him, and you could see him fighting the tears that had started to cloud his vision. He was muttering words to himself that you could barely make out, but by the tone you detected, you were sure they weren’t words of praise and appreciation. He was slowly rocking back and forth, his thumb coming up to his mouth before he started biting at the skin around his nail. He hadn’t heard you enter the room yet, too caught up in his own thoughts, and you were contemplating your next move, not wanting to scare him in this state.

“Are you okay, Bob? Did you hurt yourself?” you asked softly, approaching him one careful step at a time, trying to stay clear of any pieces of broken porcelain. When he looked up at you, his eyes flashed in a faint grey and then he closed them, shifting away from your approaching figure, his hand coming up to hide his face.

“I’m fine,” he sneered, his voice darker, rougher than he usually sounded, and then Bob cleared his throat. “I’m sorry… yes, I mean… No, I didn’t get hurt”, he amended, his voice softer this time but still hard-pressed as to stop from breaking.

You stepped over the broken dish on the floor, and crouched down next to him. Being closer to him now, you could hear parts of what he whispered to himself, making out “waste of space” and “only making everything worse”, and felt your heart breaking a little.

You’d seen him having an episode before several times by now, you’d hold him after waking up from a nightmare. But this seemed different. There was a dark air around him, his finger tips had started to turn black, the darkness slowly creeping up towards his palm. Bob didn’t seem to notice.

“Bob…”, you tried, putting your hand on his shoulder. He jerked away and you pulled your hand back, unsure of what to do.

“It’s okay. I don’t wanna hurt you, love,” you started again, and his eyes were on you again, anger pulling his features into a grimace. “What happened?”

The grip on his hair got harder, his knuckles turning white, and you went for his hand, putting yours on his and not letting go of it this time. You pried his fingers open carefully and then took his hand in yours fully, intertwining your fingers and inching closer to him.

“Talk to me, please,” you begged him and cupped his cheek when the tears started to run down his face. “I’m not mad at you, Bob. Please just talk to me?”

He leaned into your warm touch and closed his eyes for a second, more tears streaming down his cheeks and a soft whimper leaving his lips. He took a moment, trying to calm down his erratic breathing and turning his face into your hand to place a soft kiss to the inside of your palm. This had become somewhat of a habit of his whenever he felt overwhelmed. Once, he had told you that it helps him stay grounded in the moment, to realise that he wasn’t alone and that you were there. Your touch quieted his mind and kissing the inside of your hand was like using his mouth for good. His mouth wasn’t just for saying mean things about himself, it was also for peppering kisses on your skin, for worshipping you. For being close to you like no other person was.

“What happened?”

You searched his face, not sure what you were looking for but also scared that if you let him out of your sight, he’d disintegrate and be gone the next time you’d look at him. His locks were standing up at odd angles from him pulling at them and there were deep lines on his forehead. You couldn’t see much of his lower face with it hidden in the palm of your hand, but the left corner of his mouth was turned down, his chin quivering fighting back the sobs that were trying to come out.

“I burnt the lasagna,” he mumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear and when his eyes opened, they seemed to hold the pain of the entire world in them.

The blue in his eyes had turned dark and cloudy, the thick unshed tears lining his lower eyelids catching the cold light in the kitchen. You sighed softly, your heart breaking even more at the sight before you. He no longer looked like an adult but like a kid, standing in the door to his parents’ bedroom after waking up from a nightmare, begging them to let him sleep in their bed for the night.

“I wanted to surprise you… To make dinner for us, to make myself useful,” he went on, wiping his eyes and then the tip of his nose with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. “You know, since I can’t help you guys on missions…” His bottom lip quivering and his eyebrows knitting together in a frown. “And I fucked up…”

He sobbed loudly, covering his face with his forearms, falling backwards against the bottom cabinets with a loud thud. Bob’s head almost hit the drawer handles if you hadn’t let go of his hand and put yours out to lighten the blow.

“I’m sure, it’s not that bad, honey,” you offered, looking at the deeply burnt top of what you now recognised as the remnants of an attempt at lasagna. “I bet it would’ve still tasted worlds better than whatever Alexei cooks whenever it’s his turn.” You sat down next to him, then, stretching out your legs and pulling at the towel to readjust it a little.

“Man, I really do not know how he survived as long as he did on his own,” you added, a chuckle falling from your lips.

You shook your head at the thought of the last – absolutely disastrous – dinner extravaganza, as Alexei liked to call it. I make best food from my home country, like no other. He had a point with that. You were sure there was no one else cooking quite like that.

For a second you weren’t sure if you’d made Bob feel worse or not but when you looked over to him, you could see his shoulders bop up and down in laughter.

“Yeah, that… borscht was really something,” he agreed, sniffling into the sleeve of his sweatshirt again. There was the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips and when he looked at you for a second, you saw a glimpse of the man you were falling in love with. The kindness in his eyes and the softness of his features.

“Also, I think lasagna is like, really hard to master, you know? Sometimes, you just burn the lasagna, babe. I’ve tried soooo many times and I can never seem to get it quite right, either.” you poked his side playfully and his shoulders slumped a little again.

“But I made a mess… Not just making it,” he said sorrowfully, looking around at the state of the kitchen.

There were cans of tomato puree stacking in the sink next to pots and pans, the cutting board still on the counter, the knife precariously close to the edge.

“I was just checking something in my room when I realised that I had forgotten to set a timer… God, how stupid am I to have completely forgotten about setting a god damn timer?!”

“Honey, that happens to the best of us.” you smiled at him and wiped away his tears, placing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Have I told you about the time I almost burned down my apartment back in D.C. because I accidentally turned on the wrong stove top and left my kitchen towel on it?”

This earned you another small laugh from him and you smiled proudly at being able to elicit this beautiful sound from him.

“Look at you, smiling again. God, I love it when you smile.” You poked his cheek and grinned at him, the air around you feeling a little lighter already.

His cheeks turned pink, and he chuckled a little, quickly averting his gaze and running his fingers through the locks that had fallen into his face. Then, his shoulders slumped and he started playing with the soaked cuff of his sweatshirt, pulling it over his fingers and letting go again and again. “I’m sorry, [y/n].”

“What for?” you asked and took his hand again.

“For being such a mess.” He looked at you with an unsure look on his face, shrugging his shoulders and scratching the back of his head, more tears rushing into his eyes. “You deserve to be with someone who has his shit together…”

“We’re all a mess sometimes, Bob. That’s part of being human,” you told him, intertwining your fingers with his and putting your head on his shoulder, caressing the back of his hand gently. “You’re allowed to be a mess, and it’s ok to make mistakes, sweetheart.”

“But I…” you could hear his voice break again, his shoulder starting to shake underneath your head a little. “I make so many mistakes,” he sobbed, his eyebrows knitting together in a deep frown before continuing: “I just waste everybody’s time… Yours most of all…”

Pulling back a little to get a better look at him, you shook your head vigorously in disagreement to his statement.

“Bob, you’re not wasting anybody’s time.”

You made to stand up and pulled him up with you before wrapping your arms around him into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around your body instinctively, digging into the soft fabric of the towel still wrapped around your body, and he put his head on top of yours and turned it sideways a little.

“I am so glad to have met you in the Vault that day,” you mumbled into the embrace, turning your head to make it easier for him to hear your words.

“While I feel a lot of hate for Valentina and everything she has done to us… I will forever be grateful to whatever power in the universe put you in that box in the vault with us.”

“You don’t mean that, surely,” he grumbled, the disbelief in his voice prominent, and his grip on the towel loosening when he pulled away from you again.

“No, I do,” you assured him, your gaze not leaving his. “I really am so incredibly thankful to have you in my life and to be with you every single day.”

Bob didn’t say anything to that, just gulped and then looked down at the floor again, kicking his foot at an imagined rock.

“You know what? I’ll put on some clothes real quick,” you started and then looked around the room. “And then we, uhm, order some pizza and clean up a little in the meantime. How about a movie-night after?”

He bit down on his lip to calm down and then shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t you have better things to do than to spend your evening with me?” He was playing with his sleeves again and you quickly took his hands, angling your face and making him look at you.

“What in the world could be better than spending the evening with my incredibly hot boyfriend? While everyone else is gone on a mission? Better than watching a film and eating some tasty pizza? Maybe even getting some cuddles in?”

You smirked at him, caressing the back of his hands with your thumbs.

“I think I’ll take cuddling with you on the couch any day,” you added and then got up on our tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his lips.

He melted against you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer, one of his hands buried in your wet hair and the other placed on the small of your back. You grabbed a hold of his shirt and held onto the back of his neck, trying to get more stable. He noticed, his right hand leaving its place in your hair and, with the other hand, moving down over your ass to grab the back of your thighs. Bob picked you up and then broke the kiss for a second, making sure he was putting you down on a clear spot on the counter before continuing to kiss you hungrily. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pressed up to him, your fingers playing with the locks at the back of his head.

His fingers danced up the side of your thigh and moved up under the towel to rest on your naked hip. His soft touch sent sparks up your spine, and you could feel your body reacting to him with that familiar, warm glow in your core. You ran the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip and Bob moaned softly, giving you access to his mouth. Your tongue slipped into his mouth and met his, dancing with it masterfully. Then, Bob’s right hand moved up the side of your body to where you had tied the towel around your frame, and he pulled the fabric from the fold, making the towel drop and pool around your hips. Bob broke from the kiss, looking down at your naked form. At how your back was arching into his torso, your tits perky and nipples hardening from the sudden loss of protection from the cold air.

“Oh, god…” He bit down on his bottom lip and then met your eyes again. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

Now, it was your turn to blush, still not entirely used to having him look at you like that. His eyes darkened with lust and his kiss bitten lips a little fuller. His locks standing up at odd angles from your fingers running through them. His lips parted, shallow breaths flowing in and out while he took you in. There was something so primal, yet so loving in the way his eyes drifted over your figure. Like he wanted to burn the image of your naked form into the inside of his eyelids, to have it there whenever he closed his eyes.

“How do I deserve you?” He asked, running his fingers over your clavicle and down your breast, his hand cupping it while the pad of his thumb brushed over your pebbled nipple.

“Because you’re a good person, Bob,” you breathed, your mind a little hazy from making out and from his hand on your breast. Your hand went up to his cheek and you caressed the soft skin, brushing away a lonely tear. “Because you deserve to be loved.”

You ran the heel of your foot up the back of his leg and moved in closer, placing your lips on the slope of his neck, peppering the skin with kisses. You stayed at his pulse point, sucking on his delicate flesh, your tongue darting out and over the spot every now and again. Knowing there would be a bruise if you kept going, you stopped and brushed your fingertips over the spot in soothing circles.

“You deserve all the good things in life, my love,” you whispered, your breath hot against his ear, and nibbled on his earlobe playfully.

His grip on your breast got a little tighter, when your hand ran up the front of his leg and then over his growing bulge, a low whimper escaping his parted lips. Your hands did quick work, grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt and pushing it up his torso before pulling it over his head. You dropped it onto the floor and then your nails dug into his skin on their way down his chest, appreciating the rise and fall of his abs flexing under your touch.

“[y/n], we should probably clean the kitchen before we…” He shook his head, trying to free his mind of the thickening fog of lust and cleared his throat but his hips betrayed him when they bucked into your touch squeezing his growing erection through the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Why clean up a mess if we’re just gonna make another,” you purred, your lips parted and lids hooded. There was no innocence left in your words anymore.

You met his gaze once more and bit on your bottom lip, your hand undoing the little bow he had tied the string of his sweatpants into. You pushed down his sweatpants, the fabric pooling around his ankles, and then placed your hands on his still covered asscheeks, squeezing them a little.

His jaw dropped, surprise and eagerness playing at his features, and he could only nod in agreement, before you kissed him again. The kiss was hungry. Tongues meeting like the waves crashing into the rocks during a storm. Lips bitten. Hands roaming the other’s body. Your fingers slipped into the front of his boxer briefs and a harsh gasp fell from his lips when your hand ran down his length and then cupped his balls. Bob’s lips left yours as his head fell back, his right hands gripping the edge of the countertop tightly. You played with them for a second before moving back to his dick, wrapping your hand around it and pumping it up and down slowly.

“Fuck, baby…” His head fell to your shoulder, eyes closing tightly, while his left hand danced up the side of your right thigh. Your thumb swiped over the tip of his dick, sticky precum clinging to the pad of your finger. Bob’s fingertips pressed into your flesh, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, a muffled but guttural groan escaping him at how delicious your touch felt.

“You like that, love?” You wrapped your fingers around his chin and made him look at you through his lashes, pleasure pulling his eyebrows together and his bottom lip between his teeth. He whined, grinding his hips into your hand, and his eyes rolled back when you let go of his chin and slipped your hand into his boxers to work on his balls again.

“Touch me,” you begged, your lips at his clavicle. Your tongue ran up the curve of his throat and you placed a few kisses along the underside of his throat before moving on to his lips again. Kissing you back hungrily, Bob’s hand left its place on the edge of the countertop and moved to your left hip, angling you back to gain more access to your pussy.

His fingers slipped over your thigh and ran up the inside, slowly, tentatively, knowing exactly what he was doing. Your breath hitched when the tip of his finger dipped against your clit, lazily pushing apart your folds and he smirked against your lips, feeling the slickness pooling between your legs.

“So wet… Just for me. And I haven’t even done anything yet,” His voice was barely louder than a whisper against your lips, but the lustful darkness vibrated through you, adding to your arousal. The ball of his thumb brushed against your clit as his finger slid further through your folds and slipped into you. Bob curled his finger on the way out and you could hear a wet squelch when he pushed his appendage back into you. “God, listen to you.”

After a few more slow thrusts of his finger, he pulled out and worked on getting another finger covered in your arousal. Your hands were still working on him and you could tell that he was trying to fight his orgasm, his breaths shallow and deep concentration making lines on his forehead appear. His hips were moving with your hands, the precum leaking out of him helping with making your hand slip up and down his member more easily. But then he stilled, the fingers on your hip digging into your flesh firmly, and a deep moan fell from his lips as his head fell back. Looking down at where your hands dipped into his boxers, you saw the petrol fabric darken as his climax overtook him. His cum flowed over your hand, seeping in between your fingers and you kept pumping your hand up and down, purring into his ear about how much you loved seeing him cum. See the wave of pleasure wash over his face in furrowed brows and his jaw going slack. Hearing the string of curses fall from his parted lips like a prayer to the goddess that you are.

He kissed you hungrily and just as his tongue slipped into your mouth, he pushed two of his fingers into you quickly and knuckles-deep. He didn’t give you any time to adjust to the way his fingers filled you, just pulled them back out and curled them, brushing up into that spot that has you seeing stars, before thrusting them back into you. The pad of his palm brushed against your clit and you whined into the kiss, the sensation of him touching you like that too good to be true. The noises filling the kitchen were obscene and you were thanking the gods that you had the Tower to yourself when his name fell from your lips.

“You say my name so sweetly, love. Makes me go crazy every time,” he groaned, his breath hot against your ear.

His lips connected with your pulse point, and Bob sucked on your skin, the sweet sting clouding your mind. He sank his teeth into your neck and then licked over the sore spot. You whined wistfully when he broke away from you and dropped to his knees, your sticky hands running over his chest. He pulled you closer to the edge of the countertop, your hips practically hanging in mid-air, and then wrapped your legs around his neck, telling you to lean back on your elbows before burrowing his head between your legs.

Eating you out was his favourite way to worship you. Feeling your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at the strands when his tongue brushed over your clit in that way that had you calling out his name. Tasting you on his tongue, sweet and salty and so delicious he’d tell people the taste of you was his favourite. Feeling your thighs strain against his head, quivering from your climax cursing through your body. Covering his hand in a mixture of his own spit and your arousal while pumping his fingers in and out of your slick pussy.

This time was no different. His eyes were fixed on you as the tip of his tongue ran through your folds, watching your chest rise and fall quickly, your head fallen back, mouth hanging open with quiet moans on your lips. Bob put his lips on your clit, sucking on it gingerly, and let his fingers slip back into you. Your fingers ran through his hair and buried themselves at the back of his head, as you already felt the familiar knot tighten in your lower stomach. You grinded your hips into his face and he chuckled at how eager you were, the vibrations of his voice pulsing through your core and right up your spine.

“Oh, fuck, Bob. You feel so good,” you exclaimed when he’d found the perfect pace for his fingers to move inside of you, eliciting obscene moans from you with every thrust of his middle and ring finger. Your mind was getting fuzzy around the edges and your eyes rolled back, feeling him push you closer to the edge with every swipe of his tongue against your sensitive clit and every brush of his fingers against your g-spot. You could feel the pressure building deep inside of you and chuckled, your head spinning with pleasure.

“Come for me, baby. Be a good girl,” he coaxed, pushing his fingers in even deeper, and lapped at you, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit.

“Oh, Bob, yeah, right there,” you cried and felt the knot burst in your core. Your orgasm washed over you and with it came a release you’d never felt before, your juices squirting out of you and covering his hand and mouth. Your thighs clamped around his head and you arched your back, pleasure raining down on you and washing the last bit of composure away. He hummed against you, making sure to get every last drop of you, and rode out your climax, his fingers slipping in and out masterfully.

Laying down on the cold countertop, you put your arm over your eyes and tried to catch your breath, chuckling in absolute awe of just how good Bob had made you feel a moment ago. He pulled away from you and you looked at him from under your arm, a big grin on your lips as he wiped his face with the back of his hand. There was a dark glimmer in his eyes and he licked over his lips as he brushed his hands off on his briefs.

“Fuck, babe… I think I need a shower before we clean up the kitchen.” His thumb ran over his bottom lip and he scratched the back of his head, looking at how you were lying on top of the counter, your legs still spread and dangling over the edge, your pussy glistening. “Wanna join me?”

His fingers danced up the inside of your leg and he kissed you softly when you pushed up on your elbows. His arm wrapped around your back and rested on the small of your back, pulling your chest into his. Your arms snaked around his neck, knowing that he’d hold your weight, as your legs wrapped around his waist, hooking in the back.

“Ready?” he asked against your lips and held onto your leg with his free hand. You nodded, pulling from the kiss, and put your head on his shoulder, turning your head to have your face burrowed in the crook of his neck. You could still feel the aftershocks of your orgasm leaving your limbs feeling weak. “Here we go, babe. Hold on tight.”

You cuddled up to him tightly and he picked you up from the countertop, grabbing your towel before making his way out of the kitchen.

~~~

Bob set you down on the bathroom floor carefully, his hand on the small of your back while you took a second to find your footing. He, then, ran his hands through your hair and leaned down, kissing you softly, a small smile playing on his lips. It was the softest of kisses, innocent and almost endearing in the way his hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over the freckles dusted there. The swipe of his tongue was tentative, shy even, asking for permission to slip into your mouth rather than a demand. Your tongues danced together for a moment, before he pulled away from you again, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“Hey.” His eyes wandered over your features and then Bob smiled at you lovingly, soft lines appearing at the corners of his eyes.

“Hi,” you chuckled at him and felt your face split in a big grin.

You looked at each other for a second then, basking in the intimacy of the moment. You looked at the locks curling at his temples, at the way his head turned into your hand when it came to rest on his cheek, at the sparkle in his blue eyes. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt like you were sixteen again. In love for the first time in your life.

“I love you,” he mumbled and pushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

It was the first time any of you had said it. And it sounded like it was the easiest thing he’d ever said. Like he’d said it a thousand times before. And he had. He had said it over and over in his head. Every time he caught a glance of you from across the room. When he heard you laugh at something Yelena had said. But especially when it was you who was telling the team about something you thought was funny and your face would split into a grin before you even got to the best part and how you would try to keep going, saying whatever it was you wanted to say between heaps of laughter. The words had rolled off his tongue so smoothly like they were made especially for him to say. Like it was second nature. And they set a fire ablaze inside your chest. A fire that quickly consumed all of you, heat rolling over your arms and legs, sending butterflies to your stomach and you felt your cheeks heat.

“God, I love you so much and I just needed you to know that,” he blurted out and then gulped at your surprised face. You didn’t know what to say, all words blown from your brain, the rushing of your blood everything you could hear. You had hoped to hear him say these words just as many times as you wanted to tell them to him and now that he had said them, you were so blown away and flustered that you couldn’t do anything but stare at him.

His face fell when you didn’t reply, and he took a tentative step back, suddenly feeling the need to cover himself. His eyes fell to the tiled floor between you and then he ran his hand over his face, while you tried to work through the pure disbelief.

“But it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, you know,” he muttered, turning away from you and looking for his bathrobe hanging on a peg on the wall.

“No, Bob. It’s not that…” You walked up to him, putting your hands on his arm and his cheek, making him look at you again. He tried to avert his gaze but when his eyes met yours, you could see that there were tears forming and on the verge of rolling down his cheek.

“It’s not that I don’t feel the same,” you started and smiled at him encouragingly. “I love you, too. So much.” Your thumb brushed away the lonely tear that had escaped and you kissed him gently. “You just kinda took me by surprise, right there.”

“You do?” he asked, his voice so low and haunted that it sent a pain right through your heart. His eyes flitted around the room but then met yours again and you nodded, your eyebrows knitted together in a frown.

“I do. And I will make it my life’s mission to make you feel loved everyday,” you promised and he took a deep breath, his shoulders straightening out a bit. “There is nothing that I wouldn’t do to make you feel my love, Bob.”

“Oh, don’t go quoting Adele on me, babe,” he laughed and your heart grew lighter at hearing your favourite sound. He wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, earning himself a highpitched squeal from you. You clung to him, laughing wholeheartedly at the butterflies in your stomach, and buried your head in the crook of his neck. He walked over to the shower and when you heard the water turn on, you looked at him, your eyes wide with suspicion.

“Bob, no! My hair, please, I’ve just washed them…” You tried your best to get out of his arms, kicking your feet and squirming. “And you’re still in your boxers! Don’t you dare,” you begged and his face split into a big grin, before he stepped into the shower, the cold water raining down on the two of you. You let out a shriek and slipped down his body, pulling at his torso and trying to get him to shield you from the cold. “God, you are so evil. It’s so cold.”

You rubbed your hands up and down your arms, trying to get as far away from the stream of water as possible, and swatted at his arms when he tried to pull you back to him.

“No, turn on the warm water first,” you told him, pointing your finger at the tap, while the water was running down his face and body, his drenched locks sticking to his forehead. He pouted at you playfully and then sighed dramatically, mumbling a ‘you don’t love me anymore, be honest’ under his breath.

“Yes, I do. But look, your boxers are all soaked now.”

“Well, they already were before, so…” He shrugged and then bent down, pulling his sodden boxers off and tossing them into the other corner of the shower, before putting his arms out by his side and presenting himself to you for a second. “Better?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, and turned to switch the warm water on.

You let your eyes travel over his body, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and nodding half-aware, a quiet ‘yeah’ leaving your mouth. Turning back towards you with a confident smirk on his face, he brushed the hair from his face and motioned for you to come over to him. You obliged, stepping up to him again, and followed a bead of water down his torso with your finger.

“Can I wash your hair?” you asked under your breath, your eyes flicking up to him under your lashes and he cocked his head, an amused look on his face.

“Your wish is my command,” he accepted and turned around, bending over to get the bottle of shampoo that rested on the tiled step in the corner. Taking the chance, you slapped his ass, a surprised chuckle leaving his lips as his hand moved to the tap and he accidentally cut off the warm water. Ice cold water flooded from the overhead shower and directly onto you and you screamed as he turned back to you.

“Oops, guess I turned off the warm water. My bad,” he laughed and wrapped his arms around you, pushing you to the tiled wall. He kissed you in between chuckles and you swatted at his arm, your body shivering from the sudden change in temperature.

“Asshat,” you muttered under your breath and glared at him, fighting the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“Oh, and you love it,” he purred into your ear while his hand trailed up your leg and up your side.

“I’m starting to regret it,” you lied, a playful tone in your voice, as you tried to grab the shampoo bottle from his hand.

Bob stepped away from you, his arm in the air, and pushed his bottom lip out in a dramatic pout. “Take that back,” he cried out in fake-shock and held out his hand to keep you away from him. You looked at him for a second and then intertwined your fingers with those of his outstretched hand.

“Ok, I’m sorry, I would never regret loving you, Bob.” You tugged on his hand and asked him to come back to you.

“No, I don’t believe you.” He turned up his face and fought the smile daring to split his lips.

“Do you want me to get on my knees and prove it to you?” you asked and started to drop down, his eyes watching you closely. You could see him debating his choices for a second, trying to keep his face hard but then he smirked, a puff of air leaving his flared nostrils.

“No, it’s ok, I believe you.” He grabbed your elbow and pushed you up on your feet, handing you the bottle of shampoo before turning off the water altogether. “We’ve got enough time for that later.”

You took the bottle of shampoo from his hand and squirted some product into your hand while he got on his knees in front of you. He looked up at you with bright eyes and a loving smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, wrapping his hands around your thighs to get a bit more stability. After putting the bottle aside and rubbing your hands together for a second to build up some lather, you buried your fingers in his wet hair and started massaging his scalp. His eyes fluttered shut at the soothing touch and you bent down to his face, pecking his lips, your fingers still working on spreading the shampoo in his hair.

“Ok, I think you’ll have to wash my hair from now on, babe,” he said, a satisfied hum following suit as you found a particular good spot. You let your fingers stay there a little longer, drawing circles on his scalp, and then ran your hand through his ends, excess foam dropping to the floor with wet splatters. Brushing off some foam from his brows, you placed kisses over his face, starting at his forehead and then moving on to his closed eyes. When you’d reached his lips, you kissed him softly before pulling away from him and getting the hand shower. Bob looked at you from the corner of his eyes, a thick swoop of foamy hair on his head and the softest gaze in his eyes, as you turned on the water again and held your hand into the stream, making sure it was neither too hot nor cold.

“Close your eyes and put your head back,” you instructed and stepped behind him, holding his head gently. “Tell me if the water is too hot, ok?” You moved the shower head over his hair and ran your fingers through his locks, making sure to get everywhere.

“This feels nice,” he mused and put his thumb up.

When you’d finished washing out his shampoo, you took the bottle of conditioner that stood next to his shampoo and went on repeating the same process you’d just worked through with the shampoo.

“Ok, so, we should probably leave this stuff in before washing it out,” you explained, looking at the back of his conditioner, while scrunching his hair a few times.

“Can I get up from my knees?” he asked and opened one eye cautiously, his hands resting on the small of your back for balance.

You nodded, putting the bottle aside, and washed the residual conditioner off your hands while he was getting back up on his feet next to you. Your eyes followed his body and you smiled to yourself.

“Like what you see, hm,” he teased and turned from side to side, offering you the whole view and you rolled your eyes at his antics, chuckling softly.

“Would it be so bad if I said that I do?” you asked him, running your fingers over his jaw and pulling him down to kiss him. Bob shook his head against your lips and deepened this kiss, one of his hands cupping your cheek while the other rested against the wall behind you. You pawed at him, pulling him closer, and moaned into the kiss when he pressed you up against the wall. You hooked your leg around his and he slipped his tongue past your lips, while the hand on your cheek moved down your body, his fingers loosely following the drops of water running down your figure. Your hips rolled into his and you let your hand run up his other thigh, testing the limits.

“How long do we have to leave this stuff in because… uh, I don’t know if I can stop if you keep going, babe,” he panted, out of breath from the last kiss, and rested his forehead against yours. His eyes had darkened with lust and you knew he was serious because you felt his dick growing hard against the inside of your thigh.

“Uh, I think it should be fine to wash out by now,” you stumbled and nodded, a little light-headed yourself. You ran your hand through your hair and tried to suppress the urge to grind into him again, your eyes travelling down his chest and to where your hips met his.

“I’m begging you, stop looking at me like that or I will have to take you right here,” he whined desperately, holding your hips tightly to keep them from moving. His eyes flitted to your lips, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip, and then you closed your lips around his finger, sucking on the fingertip a little. His eyes closing tightly, he shook his head and sighed: “Please, I don’t wanna risk breaking your neck slipping on these tiles.”

You let go of his thumb and it slipped out of your mouth again with a popping sound. Your leg slid from around his hip and you made to stand up straight again, the corners of your mouth dropping slightly.

“God, you’re gonna make me regret trying to be the responsible one for once…”, he sighed, and kissed your forehead, lingering there for a second. “Let’s make a deal, babe…” He pulled away from you and grabbed the hand shower. “We’ll finish up here and then clean the kitchen real quick…” He thought about how he’d go on for a second, turning on the water and waiting for it to heat up to the right temperature. “And then, we can go back to what we were doing? Unless you really wanna watch that movie. Whatever movie.”

You pursed your lips, considering his offer for a moment and then sighed, crossing your arms in fake-protest. “Fine,” you muttered disgruntledly and added: “I guess that works, too.”

He watched you for a second, before grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. Bob squeezed your hand a little, getting you to look in his eyes, and he smiled softly.

“Hey, I love you.”

Your features softened and you cocked your head, a smirk on your lips.

“Yeah, I love you, too.”

~~~

You were just drying your hair with one of Bob’s towels when he popped his head in from the bedroom. Your gaze met his through the mirror and you stopped for a second, a smile on your lips.

“Wanna borrow one of my shirts or should I get you something from your closet?”

He had put on some clean sweatpants and a sleeveless top, his broad and muscular shoulders on display. His hair was still a little damp from your shared shower, curling at the ends beautifully.

“I wouldn’t mind borrowing one of your shirts. Oh, and maybe one of your boxers?”

He nodded and then vanished in his bedroom for a second, before returning with a stack of his clothes. Bob walked over to you and set the folded clothes onto the vanity next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nodded and tugged at his shirt when he turned to leave for the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks and turned back to you, an expectant look on his face.

“I’ll get started on tidying up the kitchen, come and join me when you’re done, ok?”

“Kiss me?” you asked and pouted at him with big puppy dog eyes. His face brightened and he leaned down, cupping your cheek and kissing you gently. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kept him there, deepening the kiss. The hand resting on your waist slipped down your side and stopped on the back of your thigh, Bob’s other hand moving between your shoulderblades before he tipped you back swiftly. You held onto him and chuckled into the kiss, your heart skipping a beat. When he put you back on your feet, you ran your fingers through his hair and then put your hand on his cheek, your cheeks burning brightly.

“Was that good enough for you?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, a little out of breath, and nodded your head. “That was a good one, love.”

He saluted you and then turned to the bathroom door before marching off.

~~~

“You’ve got everything?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at Bob who was holding two glasses, a supersized bottle of coke and a bag of buttery microwave popcorn. He nodded after checking again, and then you turned off the lights to the kitchen with your elbow, balancing two giant boxes of pizza in one hand, while the other held onto packets of peanut M&Ms and sour patch kids. Trying your best to not let the top box slide off the other, you made your way over to the living room and put the pizza boxes and snacks on the coffee table.

“What do you wanna watch?” You looked up to Bob, taking the bag of Popcorn and plopping down on the couch.

“I’m open to whatever you suggest as long as I can cuddle with you.” He sat down next to you and slung his arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple gently. You leaned over, getting the folded throw blanket, and put it over your and Bob’s legs before grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.

“Oh, you know what I haven’t watched in forever?” Your eyes went wide and you looked at Bob with an excited grin on your face. He cocked his head, asking you to enlighten him, his eyes glimmering in the dim light.

“Tombstone.”

“That Western from the ‘90s?” he asked, a chuckle falling from his lips, while he bent forward to get a slice of pizza.

“You mean ‘that absolutely iconic Western from the ‘90s’? Yes, exactly that one!” You nodded enthusiastically and looked the film up. “Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday is simply something else!” You looked at him looking at you and your smile faltered a little. “But… we don’t have to watch Tombstone if you don’t wanna.”

Bob shook his head and grabbed your hand to kiss the back of it. His eyes turned soft and he intertwined his fingers with his.

“Oh, no, babe. Like I said, I’m down.” He slumped against the backrest again and took a bite from the slice of pizza. “I just love when you’re excited about something,” he told you in between chews, his free hand covering his mouth. “Whenever you get really excited about something, your eyes sparkle and then that dimple pops on your cheek and…” He leaned over and ran his thumb over your cheek, his eyes falling to your lips, before he added: “Man, I love you so much.”

He kissed you passionately, dragging you closer, and you put your hand on his chest. His muscles flexed under your touch and Bob pulled you into his lap, the blanket slipping off of your legs straddling his hips. Your fingers were in his hair, tugging at his locks, as his hand slid up your naked thigh. His palm stopped on the small of your back, his other hand still cupping your cheek, keeping you close to him. In the background, the intro to Tombstone started playing, setting the scene for the plot but you didn’t catch a word of it. Too lost to the way Bob’s lips felt against yours. How his tongue would dart over your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth. How his fingers felt against your scalp and poring over your back. How your chest brushed up against his when you took a deep breath mid-kiss.

When the cowboys started shooting up the wedding, you pulled away from him, breathless and your mind a little hazy. You slipped off of his lap, throwing your legs over his lap, and then leaned over to get one of the pizza boxes. Putting the cardboard box in your lap, you picked up a slice and handed it to Bob, whose eyes had followed you the whole time.

“What?” you asked, biting off the tip of the slice you’d grabbed for yourself a second ago, squinting at the TV screen from the corner of your mouth.

“You really went back to watching the movie, just like that,” he chuckled and took a bite of his slice of pizza.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to miss the entire beginning. Let’s try and make it at least through the first 40 minutes.” You finished the first slice of pizza, suddenly realising how hungry you were, and picked up another one, guiding the sloping tip into your mouth with your other hand. By your side, Bob’s jaw tensed while he readjusted the way your feet rested on his right thigh, trying to hide the fact that it wasn’t the pizza he wanted to taste. What he didn’t know, however, was that he wasn’t the only one who was left insatiated after what had happened in the kitchen and then almost happened in the shower…

You didn’t quite make it through the first 40 minutes of the film. You really tried, your eyes glued to the TV screen while you watched Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday reunite in the titular town. When the two of you had finished the first pizza just as Josie Marcus and Mr. Fabian got into town, Bob took the empty cardboard box from off your lap and put it aside, his fingers dancing up your legs. A few minutes before, he’d started drawing loose patterns on your skin, his eyes flickering from the TV screen to you. Every now and again, his gaze would stay on you for a little while, mesmerised by the way your lips moved as you recited the dialogue. By the way the corners of your mouth would bop up and down a little in a silent chuckle when one of the Earps or Doc said something funny. Every so often, he’d shift in his seat a little or exhale a little harder, a whine falling from his lips. When you felt his eyes stay on you longer than before, you glanced at him, his eyes still glued to your lips and his bottom lip between his front teeth.

“Bob, you’re not even trying,” you laughed and threw a pillow at his head. He caught it easily and put it aside, a smirk on his lips while his eyes never left yours.

“Well, who can blame me when the most beautiful woman sits next to me and we’ve got the whole tower to ourselves?”

He moved quickly and trapped you beneath him, his arms next to your head while he tried to not put all of his weight on you. Bob shifted a little, his hips slotting between your spreading legs, and then he dropped his head to your neck, blocking your view of the TV. He started placing kisses all over your throat and the slope of your neck, his hand running up your side underneath your shirt. Your arms snaked around his torso, one hand burying in his hair while the other moved down his lower back. You let out a moan when Bob cupped your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple before he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. The soft squeeze sent shocks down your spine and your back arched into his touch, begging him to keep going.

“And seeing you in my clothes, too,” he purred into your ear, his voice darker than a second before. “You know, this is torture…”

His hips rolled into yours and you gasped, feeling his erection rub up against your core. Bob looked at you, his blown pupils filled with lust, and then he kissed you hungrily. The kiss was messy, lips crashing into each other, teeth clinking softly as your tongues pushed through them. His hand was on your jaw while his hips grinded into you, a meek whimper leaving his mouth.

“God, watching you mumble the lines under your breath has me wanting to make you forget every word you’ve ever known,” he told you, no hesitation in his voice. Bob pulled away from the kiss and you weren’t surprised to see his eyes glimmer golden for just a split second. His words knocked the breath right out of you, your jaw dropping slightly as heat rushed up your neck. You could feel the arousal pool between your legs as his hips continued rolling into you, the friction of the layers of fabric against your clit adding to the pressure that was slowly building in your core. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you rolled your hips against his, meeting his movements perfectly.

“You like that, baby?” He asked, his lips brushing against your ear lobe. There was something animalistic in the way he had uttered the words, a deep growl in the back of his throat. You just nodded, your breath caught in your windpipe while his hand travelled down your side again, hitching your leg higher.

“Bob, feels so good,” you whimpered, feeling the first sparks of your nearing orgasm shoot up the base of your spine with every time his clothed erection brushed against you.

“You know, I thought I’d get used to just how badly I want you… That this constant need to feel you, to taste you would just… get better with time…” He held onto your jaw, making you look at him while the words left his mouth, his hips rolling against your clit with every thrust. “But it just gets worse every day,” he added, his eyebrows pulling together in pleasure. His jaw went slack and he stopped for a moment, his grip on your chin growing stronger. “This isn’t working…”

He pulled away from you, running his hand through his hair. You pushed up on your elbows and looked at him confused, your eyebrows raising in silent questions.

“What do you mean ‘this isn’t working’?”, you asked, your eyes wandering over his body and then staying on his face, trying to find any signs of what had just happened to make him change his mind.

“I… I can’t do this… Not again,” He bit down on his lip, not in a lustful way but with a nervous edge. He started fidgeting, his fingernail scratching at the skin on the side of his thumb, his other hand adjusting the way his briefs and sweatpants sat on him.

“Bob, you’re scaring me, a little… Did I do something wrong?” You sat up, your hands coming up to him, one trying to stop his left hand from fidgeting while the other cupped his cheek.

“No, you didn’t do anything, love.” When you made him meet your eyes, you could see that the self-assured glimmer in his eyes was gone, replaced by sheepishness. His left thumb came up to his mouth and he nibbled on the bit of skin he had scratched at before.

“Then what is it?”

“I wanna feel you… Wanna come inside you.” His voice was a whisper, so low you almost couldn’t make out what he’d said over the applause coming from the TV. “I need you.”

“Love, you can have me. All of me.” You moved onto your knees, kissing Bob’s cheek, hoping he’d wrap his arms around you again and go back to what you’d just been doing.

“Not here… Or not like this. I don’t want to have to worry about the couch getting messy.”

You had to put your hand over your mouth to hide the smile that had started to spread on your lips at his sudden innocence, a warmth spreading around your heart. You hadn’t even stopped to think about anything getting on the couch, every thought in your mind about Bob and how good he felt. How good it felt to feel his lips against your lips or on your skin, his fingers rolling your nipple and squeezing it so deliciously… His hips bringing you closer and closer and closer to your climax.

Coming up with a solution to your problem, you got up from the couch for a second and picked up the blanket that had long been forgotten, spreading it over the spot you’d just laid in before. When you nodded, satisfied with yourself, Bob’s eyes moved to where you were standing in front of him, his eyebrows raised.

“Well, now we don’t have to worry about the couch getting messed up because we can simply wash the blanket.” You cupped his face with one hand, the other one brushing away the stray locks that had fallen into his face again, and straddled his legs. Closing the distance between you, Bob kissed you once, his hands moving up your thighs. His fingers wrapped around your hips and then he turned, laying you down on top of the blanket, your hair fanning out around your head in a halo.

His gaze traversed your body before he moved down, his fingers hooked in the waistband of the boxers he’d lent you. Bob stripped the fabric off your body, letting it fall to the floor and then spread your legs, a coy look on his face.

“Are you sure about this?” The question came while he got himself situated between your legs, his arms wrapping around your thighs and putting them over his shoulders. He looked up at you through his lashes, pulling you down a little before placing a kiss first on your left inner thigh and then the right one.

“Yes, baby.” You ran your fingers through his hair and nodded encouragingly, your chest rising and falling steadily while you were resting on your elbows. He let his head sink a little and blew a breath on you, keeping his eyes fixed on you. A chuckle fell from your lips at the sensation and you bit down on your bottom lip, your head falling back. He started pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on your skin, moving from your pubic bone to the point where your leg melted into your hip and then closer to your core with every subsequent kiss. The anticipation and need to feel him where you wanted him most had you pulling on his hair, eliciting a snicker from him that sent vibrations up your spine.

“Ever so impatient,” he scolded you, his eyes on you again.

He put his lips around your clit and sucked on it, the tip of his tongue circling the ball of nerves slowly, expertly. Your breath hitched and the grip on his hair tightened, tugging at the roots. A low hum echoed from him, as he put his tongue against your folds and then pushed the tip through them in an upward motion. His laps were slow, reverent and your mind was growing hazy while more and more arousal pooled at your core. You could feel the point of his nose bury between your folds while his tongue circled your cunt, slipping in every now and again. You whined at his slow pace, growing more and more desperate with every passing second.

“What’s up, baby?” He kissed your clit, his lips wrapping around it again and your mouth fell open, an obscene moan leaving your mouth when he sucked on it harshly.

“I need you,” you breathed desperately and grinded your hips on his face once, twice, three times.

“What do you need me to do?” Another kiss to your hipbone, his lips sucking on the sensitive skin stretched over the bone there.

“I wanna feel you inside of me.” Your eyes met his and there it was again, that golden glimmer. His lips jerked up in a smirk and then Bob ran a finger through your folds, getting it nice and slick with the mix of arousal and spit.

“You mean like that?” His finger ran down through your folds again and then slipped into you. He slowly pushed into you until he was knuckle-deep and then pulled his finger out just as slow, curling it to brush against that spongy spot in you. You nodded, the feeling of his finger slipping back in making goosebumps rise over your arms and legs. When he’d found a torturous rhythm, he lowered his head again, his mouth moving back to your clit.

“Bob, please… faster,” you begged, your hips trying to meet his movements, rolling into his fingers and mouth. He obliged, pumping his finger in and out quicker, every thrust accompanied by a wet squelch from deep inside of you. You could feel your arousal mixed with his spit run down your perineum every time he pulled his finger back and felt your cheeks heat at the fact how wet you were for him. Bob stopped sucking on your clit for a second, releasing the nub of nerves with a soft popping sound and then lapped up your juices as if he’d read your thoughts.

“You think you can handle another?” He asked, moving up to your face and placing a kiss to your cheek. His lips were sticky, covered in the mixture of his spit and your arousal, and you ran your thumb over them before kissing him hungrily. When you didn’t answer his question, he broke from the kiss and put his forehead against yours, asking you again. “I’m not gonna go on unless you tell me to.”

You gulped, your throat a little dry from all the quiet moans he had coaxed from you. Closing the distance between you, you kissed him eagerly, pushing your tongue past his lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it sent you into overdrive, your fingers digging into his back while you pulled him down.

“God, please Bob. Go ahead already,” you begged hopelessly, pushing his hand down between your bodies.

He chuckled against your cheek, the ball of his thumb brushing past your sensitive clit while he pushed his fingers through your folds. Your head turned to the side a little, your eyes rolling back, the thrill of his touch leaving you breathless. When he felt that they were sufficiently lubricated, he thrusted them into you, your mouth opening in a satisfied ‘o’ at the way his fingers stretched you. After a moment of letting you adjust to the size of his fingers inside of you, he started moving them again and you slipped from your elbows, your back now on the blanket underneath you.

“Just look at you.”

Half-dazed by your approaching climax, you let your hands wander to the front of his sweatpants, and pulled at the strings to undo the bow. Your finger slipped past the waistband and into his briefs and you hummed when you wrapped your hand around his hard, throbbing cock. Bob groaned into your ear and his hips bucked into your touch, eager for some attention.

“Fuck, babe, I need you,” he muttered, his dick twitching in your hand as your thumb brushed over his tip. “I don’t know if I can last long enough if you keep touching me,” he added, his head resting on your shoulder while you pumped his length.

“Fuck me then,” you whispered into his ear, the nails of your free hand scratching over his lower back. He slipped his fingers out of you and then pushed down his sweatpants, kicking the fabric off his legs. Your legs spread a little more instinctively, making more room for his hips to fit, and then you let go of him, his own hand taking over and covering his erection in your arousal. Slotting his hips between yours again, he guided his dick through your folds and then stopped, the tip of his erection at your cunt.

His eyes flashed up to you, silently asking permission, and you nodded, pulling his face closer to yours and pressing your lips to his. You both broke from the kiss when he pushed into you, filling you slowly, inch by inch. It didn’t matter how often you’d slept with him before because every time you felt him sliding into you, stretching you so well, you were convinced that there was no better feeling in the world. Bob stopped, pulling back out and then angling your hip a little before thrusting back in painfully slow. That time, his length slid in deeper, his balls flush against your ass as he bottomed out.

His brows were pulled together and you could see him struggle, trying to give you time to adjust to having him this deep inside of you before pulling his hips back. Your thumb ran over his cheek and you kissed him softly, your leg hooking around his hip.

“Don’t hold back, Bob,” you told him, your gaze fixed on him and he gulped, his eyes flashing to where your bodies melted into one.

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He leaned down on his elbow next to your face while his other hand moved to the leg wrapped around his hip.

“You won’t.” You winked at him playfully and rolled your hip into his.

His jaw clenched as he slowly pulled his hips back, leaving just his tip inside of you and then his eyes searched yours again.

“You sure?”

You just nodded, your thumb caressing his face again, and then he thrusted back into you, not holding back this time. You yelped a little and closed your eyes tightly, relishing in the slight pain you felt from his thrust.

“Keep going, I’m ok,” you assured him and he repeated what he’d done before, pulling out almost completely before thrusting into you and bottoming out, his balls slapping against your ass. Your head rolled back in pleasure and your jaw dropped, a high-pitched moan falling from your lips. Seeing you like this was the only prompt he needed to keep going, plowing into you again and again, pushing you closer to the edge with every brush against your g-spot. Your vision was going hazy at the edges as your eyes locked with Bob’s, his mouth hanging open, panting breaths and curses escaping him.

“M-hm, Bob, just like that,” you cooed as you felt his hand rub on your clit, the pad of his thumb circling it expertly.

“Fuck, you look like an angel taking me so well,” he groaned, his lips sucking on your pulse point delicately.

You could feel your orgasm crawling nearer by the growing pressure in your core, tiny sparks rushing through your body with every perfectly timed thrust of his hips. And Bob didn’t seem to be far behind, the grip on your hip tightening with every time his hips rolled into you. His movements were picking up in speed, growing erratic even. Your lips were just about to brush against his ear lobe, telling him that you were close, when you heard laughter in the hallway.

You sobered up immediately, recognising the signature Eastern European drawl that clung to Yelena’s voice.

“Bob, stop,” you whisper-shouted and your hand came to cover his mouth, anticipating him wanting to ask what was wrong, when Bucky’s voice echoed through the hallway, making the footsteps stop for a second.

“You know what? You go ahead to that bar. I’m gonna meet up with Sam, talk to him about this whole lawsuit again.”

Bob’s eyes went wide as he pulled out of you, making you wince at the sudden emptiness inside of you.

“What are they doing here? Weren’t they supposed to come back tomorrow at the earliest?”, he asked, his voice on the verge of breaking from the shock of almost being walked in on.

He clambered off of you and started gathering your clothes, throwing the pair of boxers you’d worn over to you before he hastily tried to get back into his own sweatpants. You shrugged, slipping into his boxers, and tried to pull the blanket over your legs in an attempt to hide any wet spots. Running your fingers through your hair, you hoped to fix any signs of sex-hair and looked at Bob with a questioning look, who was still struggling to get both the sweatpants and his briefs on at the same time. When he finally pulled the fabric up to sit on his hips, he leaned over to you and flattened out your hair, bringing some of them over your shoulder, covering the darkening spot on your throat. You could feel heat rush up to your face and put your hands up, hiding your face as you started laughing silently.

“What’s so funny?” Bob asked, embarrassment making his cheeks flash red while he plopped down on the couch a good distance away from you so as to not draw any further suspicion on you.

“Sorry, I just can’t help it,” you laughed, turning your body to face back to the TV and trying to swallow any laughter when you heard footsteps coming down the hall again.

“[y/n]? Bob? Where are you?” Ava asked loudly and you sank in your spot on the couch, trying to look as comfortable as possible.

“We’re in the living room,” you yelled back and then looked over the back of the couch just as Yelena, Ava and Alexei reached the door.

“Surprise! We’re back early,” Yelena yelled, putting her arms out at the side and shaking her hands excitingly.

“Yeah, I can tell,” you laughed with her and then let your eyes wander over the three of them, looking for any signs of major injuries.

“The mission was an absolute bust, so we figured we’d go out and get some drinks,” Yelena explained and you nodded, your heart still thumping in your chest quickly.

“We’re just each gonna take a shower before we leave, wanna join?”, Ava asked and looked at Bob, who was sitting in the corner of the couch, his back awfully straight and his stiff arms at his sides. His hands were clasped over his lap, hiding his raging erection from showing through his sweatpants.

“Nah, I think we’re gonna stay in today. I’m kind of tired from working out.”

Bob choked on his spit next to you and everyone looked at him, his face turning even redder from coughing.

“Is he ok?” Ava chuckled and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Wait, are you watching Tombstone? Oh my god, I love that movie,” Alexei exclaimed, his eyes trained on the TV behind you. “Kurt Russel as Wyatt Earp is so good.” He pushed through Ava and Yelena and made his way over to the couch, a sixpack of beer under his arm. He plopped down on the end of the U-shaped couch and looked over his shoulder at the two women standing in the doorway.

“I think I will stay home, too. Catch movie with Bob and [y/n],” he told them and then his eyes moved to me. “Is that alright with you?” When you nodded, he looked over to Bob and grinned at him. “What about you Bob?” Bob, who had just recovered from his coughing fit, nodded and sank deeper into the cushions, mumbling a strained ‘sure’ while looking like he was hoping for a hole to open up and swallow him whole.

“Wonderful! And look, you even have pizza!” Alexei leaned over to the pizza the two of you had forgotten about and grabbed a slice, stuffing half of it in his mouth and letting the other half slope down over his chin as he ripped through the cardboard of his sixpack. He pulled out a bottle and then slammed it into the edge of the coffee table, the bottle cap flying through the air and landing next to Bob with a soft thud.

“What perfect timing, just in time for the shooting at the OK corral!” Alexei shimmied his hands while pronouncing that last part, spilling some of his beer over the carpet with his exaggerated gestures.

When they’d left in the direction of their respective bedrooms, you looked over at Bob, who had half of his face hidden behind a hand. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes and then readjusted his sweatpants a little. You mouthed a silent ‘sorry’ to him as Alexei laughed loudly at Doc Holliday’s iconic “I’m your huckleberry” line.

“Dad, please be careful. Walker will have your ass if you get the living room dirty,” Yelena groaned and you looked at her from over your shoulder, just as she ran her hand over her face. She turned to Ava and then motioned for them to go on. “Come on, we should get going before it gets too late.”

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giulliadella · 5 months ago

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Bill Cipher's anatomy UPDATE!

Alex Hirsch is going to kill me one day.

So, for those who don't know, I'm the weirdo who did speculative biology of Bill Cipher, mostly as a fun exercise. I'm a biologist after all.

And now, on the stream, Alex Hirsch brought me the unused Bill's anatomy drawing from his book. I lost my mind:

So, now, I can tell you what my spec bio got right and what I got wrong and I can expand on the anatomy a bit!

Btw, this is going to have a NSFW part. I am VERY serious about that. Also, warning for anatomy drawings I guess.

WHAT I GOT CORRECT:

Bill Cipher is an invertebrate! He has a hydroskeleton, which he calls "arm juice", not bones. SUCK ARM JUICE YOU PERSON WHO SENT ME THAT ASK, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

And he's also segmented, although he has more segments than I saw. This isn't unusual, internal structures often keep the segmentation that external structures lost. I was very correct about his exoskeleton splitting in the middle to form a front and back plate and that his limbs protrude through the gap.

His skin is black! It's funny how many people needed to tell me that he's wearing gloves. No he's not!

I accidentally got right that he has a liver. I thought "this dumbass eats and drinks so much shit, if he didn't have a liver he'd be dead by now" and I was right. Considering the size of his liver, I was also right about him being a carnivore (or mostly carnivore). Carnivores have large livers because livers are used to process proteins and for uric acid cycle. Since carnivores consume lots of protein, they need a large liver.

His stomach is in the center! I didn't explain on my previous post why I placed it there, but it actually makes a lot of sense. The center of an equilateral triangle is its "mass center", so if an animal looks like a triangle, it would make a lot of sense that its stomach would be there, so that the extra mass from the meal wouldn't tilt its balance.

I also got right that his intestines are in his lowest segment and his brain in the topmost.

WHAT I GOT WRONG:

The entire reproductive system. It's MUCH freakier than expected!

Bill has ears! They are on the sides of his head. They aren't really ears, just tympanal membranes. They are located where Brett is trying his darndest XD

The hat is probably not a part of Bill's body. He used it as storage for extra organs during Weirdmageddon, Holy Moses on a Motorbike! However, if it IS a part of his body, then it could be used as fat storage.

He has 20 lashes. I would have never guessed. They could still be used to sample scent, a lot of animals have scent sampling tentacles.

His feet! He probably has velcro-like structure on them, like geckos. This could mean that Bill could glue himself to walls and walk on them if he wanted to. Little insect motherfucker.

He has a singular anus! And it's between his legs. Do with that information what you want.

AAAAND UPDATES!

I can finally show you Bill's entire digestive system! I couldn't do that in my original post, since I couldn't figure out what would go after the small intestine. Alex Hirsch has cleared that up for me and also, I think Bill uses some form of Malpighian tubules-like structures for urine excretion.

And, now... The reproductive system. AKA, the fun zone and creative juices.

NSFW!

Bill Cipher is a fucking freak, but maybe that isn't entirely his fault. It's in the genes of Euclydeans as species. (His love for BDSM isn't though. "He's got it all figured out", as Ford said.)

So, in case you don't know what a vagina dentata is, it was like an occult belief that women can grow teeth out of their vaginas. Bill Cipher's genitals look like a fucking vagina dentata. So that's why he thinks that teeth are hot - they grow out of his reproductive system.

Now, those aren't really teeth. They look like sharp-edged fleshy protrusions that Euclydeans probably use to tighten the grip during mating. It could probably be used for stimulation as well. That's why Bill doesn't like his sides being touched - the genitals are inside, but rubbing them feels violating.

Euclydeans are most likely one of those species who use pain to sexually stimulate their partners. It's not that uncommon on Earth either (don't look up reptile hemipenes, especially not turtles) and for creatures that are covered in smooth exoskeleton, some piercing action would be highly beneficial for transferring seminal fluid.

This also gives us the option of Bill Cipher being a biological female, who has a vagina with those weird teeth-like protrusions. However, it is entirely possible that males also have similar genitals. Bill calls his thing that's dripping "creative juice", so maybe it is seminal fluid? In either case, it's very freaky, but it fits him so well.

This also means that male Euclydeans most likely don't have a real copulatory organ, or, maybe, they do, but the female has to "bite it off" during mating to absorb the sperm. If they don't have the copulatory organ, they do it like birds, with just pumping, but unlike birds, they hold onto each other's thing with flesh teeth.

I am going to hell for making this art, but you are going with me for seeing it:

It also occurred to me that, since I believe Euclydeans use their bricks to produce sound... they would probably be loud. Fanfic authors, you know what to do.

@mitsu-the-witch you requested this, now live with it. I am going to burn my degree.

#i am going to hell and dragging all of you with me #speculative biology #bill cipher #the book of bill #stanford pines #gravity falls #billford #fan art #what biology studies do to a mf #kids get biology majors if you want to write smut fanfics with weird aliens #long post

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all4yoi · 1 year ago

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was it just a game to you?

𝑒nhypen x fem!reader ⚹ cw. hyung line , 2nd pov , ︎ poor attempt on angst , lowercase intended , hand holding ( not w u! xd ) , karina mentioned on heeseung's & wonyoung on sunghoon's , not proofread ! part two here !

catching them holding hands with another girl after they accepted your confession

confessing to them was already on your monthly bucket list, but them accepting it and liking you back certainly wasn't. feeling ecstatic, you walk towards your university's glass doors only to find him holding hands with a female that certainly isn't you.

★ LEE HEESEUNG

eyes trained on their hands clutched tightly on to one another, you watch silently as the girl smiled up at him shyly, tucking a strand of her hair with her empty hand.

doubt began overtaking you. right, who would choose someone like you over someone like karina? she was everything you weren't. perfect face, perfect body, she's kind, and absolutely beautiful. if you were heeseung, you would choose her too.

you flinched as you made eye contact with the girl holding hands with someone who should be yours. she sent you a smile, a genuine one. not mocking, nor insulting. she didn't have any idea about the conversation last night you shared with the man she's holding hands with.

she didn't know about how he smiled at you brightly, didn't know about the hug you two shared, and absolutely didn't know about how he said he liked you too. so how could you hate and blame her?

before you could even send a smile back at her, heeseung turned around and instantly took his hand back when his gaze landed on your stiff body.

instead of making a scene, you showed them the best smile you could muster despite the quiver on your lips before quickly walking away towards your first class.

heeseung panicked, turning to karina.

"you're a great friend karina, but i don't feel the same. i'm sorry."

with that, he ran after you hoping you would hear him out and let him explain.

other members utc!

★ PARK JONGSEONG

you felt your mood instantly drop. yesterday he promised he would prove to you how much he liked you back too, now he's holding hands with a pretty girl.

your eyes quickly met his and the way he quickly took his hand back from the girl made you even more upset. you watched as the female said something incoherent to him before he approached you hastily.

he stood infront of you, worry written all over his face. your frowned deepened, betrayal making your chess heavy.

"it's not what it looked like, i promise." jay whispered that only you could hear. he didn't want you doubting his feelings for you, he was merely helping the girl up after he had bumped into her. she insisted on shaking his hand after telling him her name, it was such wrong timing that you saw.

he didn't mean to hurt you.

"it's okay. i'll see you later jay." was all you said before walking away with a small smile. he watched your figure become smaller and smaller until he lost your figure to the students crowding the halls.

despite the smile on your pretty face, jay knew he had hurt you badly and he intended on fixing that. for now, he'd give you space.

★ SIM JAEYUN

his hand was instantly removed from hers as soon as you saw it. you didn't know what to feel. were you supposed to be glad that he immediately let her go as soon as your eyes met his? still, you don't know for how long he has been holding her hand before you even saw.

but then again, you two weren't together. so who were you to be mad? he liked you back sure, but he wasn't your boyfriend. he could hold hands with anyone he'd like. but was it bad to hope that he'd only do those things with you?

you couldn't help the tears falling down your cheeks. immediately, you felt ashamed. ashamed for crying about something so stupid like this, so you did what everyone would've done.

you ran, ignoring his desperate calls for you. and even when he caught up with you and brought you to his chest, the tears didn't stop. you mentally cursed yourself for being so sensitive.

pushing yourself away from him, you wiped away the tears.

"i can explain, please."

"it's fine jake, really. i just wish you would've been more honest with me." lips wobbly as you attempted a small smile, jake's heart broke as he watched you walk away from him again.

★ PARK SUNGHOON

you didn't know what to do. there he was, holding hands with the prettiest girl in campus with other students fawning over them. exclaims on how good they looked together echoed through your ears.

maybe he only said he liked you back to make fun of your reaction with his friends. maybe it was a lousy bet between him and his friends to make you believe he actually liked you back.

"don't they look absolutely good together? seriously, sunghoon and wonyoung, literally everyone here expected them to get together at some point" a random student told you, her smile wide as she observed the two, who were still holding hands.

the way he stiffened and dropped her hand as soon as your eyes met his brought you back to reality. blending in with the crowd in the halls, you attempted to escape his line of sight, desperate to leave before the tears in your tear ducts escape.

you were forced to halt when you felt a strong grip on your forearm. sunghoon turned you around to face him, his brows furrowed whilst he bit his bottom

"y/n.." he gulped as he saw how your eyes got teary immediately. "i'm sorry, it's not like that at all."

"so why were you holding her hand? with the biggest smile on your face?" he kept his mouth shut, unable to form an answer. this only made you frustrated even more.

pulling your arm back, you cleared your throat and looked down on your shoe. "you could've turned me down instead of making me hope- nevermind.. see you around."

sunghoon watched you walk away from him helplessly, mentally beating himself up for not clearing things up.

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runninriot · 2 months ago

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better late than never

for @pennyplainknits (a little late but i guess it fits the theme xD Happy YOU Day 🖤)

inspired by the @steddiemicrofic may prompt 'delay'

wc: 408 | rated: G | tags: Steddie & The Party, background Robin Buckley, est. relationship, friendship, confessions

"It's just a delay. They'll be here soon, nothing to worry about," Eddie tells him not for the first time since they arrived at the airport to pick up the boys. "So, would you please stop the pacing? You're making me nervous!"

Good, Steve thinks. Good, because it's not fair Eddie gets to be so calm about it.

Not the delayed flight; he's not worried about that. Hell, they've got Dustin on board. He'd probably figure out how to land the plane himself if he had to. That's not what this is about.

Eddie's facing him now, creating a physical barrier to finally stop Steve's jittery back and forth movements.

"Baby," he whispers and it works like a spell on him, always does. "Listen to me. They are fine. Okay?"

Eddie's hands on his shoulder are grounding but it doesn't make the nausea go away. Steve is sick with nerves.

"I-I know. It's just... what if they're not fine with-"

Us, he doesn't say but Eddie understands.

It's the first time Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Will come to visit them in New York after moving there almost six months ago.

"You know we don't have to tell them, right?"

Only they do. Because how else are they going to explain the two-bedroom situation in their three-party shared apartment?

"Robin said she'd be happy to play the fake girlfriend for either of us," Eddie reminds him and yes, she did, but Steve doesn't want to lie. Not to his friends. Not anymore.

"No, I want to tell them."

An hour later they're finally home, four overexcited boys in tow.

"You're gonna crash in Robin's bedroom while she's gone. Remember, she's smart and strong and she will kill you if you touch anything you're not supposed to," Steve warns them.

All four teenagers roll their eyes at him and it feels like nothing has changed.

Except so much has.

"Can we see your room?" Dustin asks, looking expectantly between him and Eddie.

"There's, uh, there's something we need to tell you first. Eddie and I are-"

"Boyfriends. We're boyfriends," Eddie finishes, linking their hands.

The teenagers share a look of confusion but none of them seem even slightly shocked.

"See, I told you they thought we didn't know!" Mike groans exasperatedly.

"I can't believe they let you guys take care of us," Dustin shakes his head and grins, "But- I'm glad you finally figured it out. Better late than never."

#steddie #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficmay #small riots

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avionvadion · 8 months ago

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Eleanora is going to be teaching all the boys the lyrics and moves to This Is Halloween and she's putting Sebek in the front of it all because he's the only one who actually made it to the hill and talked sense into Skully. XD

He is the best boy. She might actually ask the Mayor if he can make a "best boy award" because it be Sebek. Malleus is pouting, but he knows Sebek deserves the praise. Little does Sebek know, this event most likely earns him the honor (cough punishment cough) of being Eleanora's bodyguard via Malleus' orders.

Also, Skully is going to be the missing son of the "Halloween King" in my fanfic so he'll be very much alive.

For those curious (I'm taking many creative liberties with these events, goodness gracious) about the timeline: Skully happens in November. We meet Fellow and Gidel in October, but they don't join NRC until January because Fellow needs time to think about and realize some stuff before catching Kalim and asking if his previous offer was still open.

...Fellow is going to be Vice Dorm Leader. NO LISTEN OKAY HEAR ME OUT, IT MAKES SENSE.

He and Eleanora actually have a lot in common. Charismatic, are usually able to talk their way out of most situations, oldest of the group, big sibling figures, kind of jaded, and are both struggling but doing their best to survive despite circumstances and are incredibly extremely broke. Also his coat matches the Ramshackle blue and he has the little hat. He'd be able to keep Skully and Grim in line when Eleanora isn't there, and Gidel already listens to him! It just makes sense, y'know? XD In like the goofiest way. Also they both have canes.

...Honestly surprised no one's asked why El has a cane yet. I mentioned it before, but nothing. Hmm. Oh, well.

Also I might have drawn Gidel a bit too small since I headcanon him around ten or twelve-ish, but he is probably malnourished so him being shorter than he actually should be checks out.

Fellow is doing his best given he probably found Gidel when he was a teenager and the tiny child was probably a toddler then, but if tiny child doesn't get enough to eat (and we know there are days the two of them go without eating, based on the SSR vignette) then tiny child isn't gonna grow properly. So he being smoll makes sense.

CAN WE PLEASE MENTION THAT FELLOW PROBABLY CUTS GIDEL'S HAIR HIMSELF!??? LOOK AT THE BACKS OF THEIR HAIR. (Not in my drawing because it's my first time drawing them and I definitely got some of their hair wrong, so look at their actual official art) THEY'RE SO SIMILAR. FELLOW BE CUTTING GIDEL'S HAIR AND TRYING TO TEACH HIM WHAT LITTLE HE KNOWS OF THE ALPHABET/WHAT LITTLE HE KNOWS HOW TO READ AND PROBABLY JUST SAW THIS TINY TODDLER ON THE STREET AND WENT, "Okay, you're my little brother now" AND DECIDED TO RAISE HIM. THAT'S SO FREAKING CUTE. OH MY GODS.

Anyways, I love them. :3

The only one not going to be allowed at Ramshackle is Rollo XD boy tried to KILL Eleanora's dragon boyfriend. She has a grudge. Oh, he wants to be a visiting student? Hell nah. Screw you, Crowley, go ahead and blackmail her, she has Poma and Divus on her side. Rollo can find somewhere else to stay.

NO ROLLO IN RAMSHACKLE, SHE HAS A SWORD IN HER CANE AND SHE WILL USE IT ON HIM. (Thanks Ortho.)

#twisted wonderland #twst #eleanora quince #once upon a dream #skully j graves #sebek zigvolt #fellow honest #ernesto foulworth #twst gidel #playful land's miraculous marionettes #lost in the book: nightmare before christmas #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

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the-kr8tor · 1 month ago

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Hey an ekko idea here.

What if the roles of lover eyes reversed and Y/n has those eyes for him and, everyone sees it. Ekko probably refuses to believe it thinking he's delusional xD

Eventually, she confessed him on a random Friday, almost runs away thinking she's getting rejected BUT (you may continue with your amazing creativity, love your works so much. Stay happy and healthy!!!)

Awww thank you ml! Stay happy and healthy too! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, friends to lovers, established relationship, spoilers for s2, baker! R, loser! Ekko, lovestruck! Ekko, cw food mentions, fluff!

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“There she goes again with those heart eyes of hers.” Sevika says with a sigh as she leans against Ekko's table in the firelights cafeteria.

Ekko scrunches his nose at the councilor, brown eyes flicking towards her as she takes a generous bite of bread. Bread that his people made. “Our meeting’s done, Sevika, what're you still doing here?” He can't even eat in peace.

“I heard you guys got better bread.” She shrugs, clearly unapologetic while finishing the slice before wiping the crumbs on her pants. “I also heard that it's because of the person making them.” Her dark eyes glances towards the kitchens, wordlessly telling Ekko something that he has to decipher on his own.

“Our bread is good but not what you're used to in Piltover,” he sucks in his teeth. In truth he really thinks that the firelights pastries and bread are top tier despite the lack of ingredients that's used for it, but that’s what makes it so special. It's what keeps his people fed, and it always reminds him of someone special. “and what the fuck are you on about?” He loses his appetite and patience as he follows her gaze. When he sees you in your usual flour covered apron, cheek stained with green icing and brilliant eyes staring in his direction, he falters.

Instead of ducking away down to hide behind the counters, caught by his gaze as if you were stealing from the cookie jar, you manage a small wave towards the firelights leader. As you smile at him, you see Sevika clutch his shoulder and push him lightly.

“I fucking told you!” She cackles, and Ekko swats her hand away from him. “Heart. Fucking. Eyes.” Her tone increases for emphasis. “Seriously, Ekko, either cut her loose or keep her close. I wouldn't want to keep her hanging that long, especially when she's nicer than the bread she makes, and sweeter than her pastries. And I'm not just talking about her—”

“What are you talking about?” Ekko stops her before she could make a crude gesture in front of the whole firelights, who are just trying to have their lunch.

Leaning down, Sevika places her elbows on the table, yanking the muffin from his tray and slowly peels the paper off it. Ekko grinds his teeth. “All I'm saying is that—” before she could take a bite, he takes it from her hand in one swift motion. Chuckling, Sevika straightens up, her shadow looming over his table. “I thought you were supposed to be a genius? You can't even figure this one out without me spelling it out for you?”

“Did all the shimmer get into your brain now or what?” Ekko pointedly glares at the council woman, tucking the muffin away from her like it's precious commodity. It is in his eyes.

“That's rude, even for you.” Smirking, she gazes at you from the corner of her eyes, smiling teasingly while you shrink from her gaze, evidently flustered. “If you're not interested, well, I can always come visit the pretty baker—”

“Fuck off, Sevika.” He almost crushes the muffin in his hand.

“There you go, and here I thought you're blind when it comes to this sort of stuff.” Chortling, she puts her hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I'm not going to break our truce for something like this. All I'm doing is giving you advice, kid.”

“I don't need your advice.”

Hands inside her pockets, Sevika starts to leave, to Ekko's relief and easing his blooming headache. “You need it though.” Shrugging, she pauses mid step, head tilting back to look at him. “She's in love with you, genius.” With a roll of her eyes, she leaves Ekko frozen as he stares at her retreating back.

“What?” Just as he asks the wind, a handful of firelights who managed to hear the conversation nod along. Looking around, he sees most of his people nod, some are even hiding their snickers behind their cups. The muffin explodes in his hands in a shower of crumbs after not realising that his grip got tighter after he realizes the weight of Sevika's words. Crumbs sprinkle across his lap and table in chocolate and almonds. “Fuck…”

Before he could wipe the crumbs away, a hand suddenly shoots out beside him, handing him a handkerchief. The initials sewed into the hem looks awfully familiar.

“Thanks.” He mumbles, taking the cloth and wiping away the bits of muffins without looking at whoever owns it.

“You know, you could've just said that you don't like muffins with almonds in them.” Your voice has him abruptly standing, knees hitting against the table from the sudden movement. “Shit, you okay, Ekko?”

Wincing, in more ways than one he's hurt. To think that everyone knows about your affections except for him is a hit to his reputation. Especially when he has been pining for you ever since you ran into him in the lanes back when he was still a scrappy kid and you were a pick pocket running away from a chem baron.

He should've noticed your shy gazes and favoritism whenever you always made a fresh batch of pastries just for him. Even Sevika noticed, and she has only known you for a couple of weeks. He's an idiot for missing the signs, an idiot for even thinking that you're just like that to everyone, sweet and kind. You are, but it's a different kind of sweetness when you're with him. All those late night conversations with you when you're the only one awake while he staggers into the kitchen starving after a patrol. All bashful smiles and quiet laughter emanating from you, he actually thought that the warmth he feels in his chest whenever you giggle was from the heat of the stove.

Now that he thinks about it, you always looked at him the same way ever since you two were just children trying to survive the harsh world. Even when you two were building the firelights from the ground up, you looked at him like he's the most precious jewel in the world, someone to admire and love. How could he not notice that when he could stop a bomb coming his way before it goes off?

“Ekko?” Your furrowed brows and concerned expression douses him awake from his shocked state. “I'm going to grab some ice for you, okay? It sounded like you'll bruise.”

He stops you with a firm yet gentle hand around your wrist. “Hold on,” there's a sudden thorn in his throat. “I like your muffins— I mean with almonds.”

“It's all over the floor though.” You crack a smile, eyes glancing down at his pants that are covered in muffin guts. “And on you.” He winces again, “I would give you another one but I only made a couple for you and Scar's kid. He really likes almonds.”

“Right.” His fingers unwrap around your wrist. “Sorry about that.”

“Don't worry about it.” Your hands twiddle behind you nervously. He notices it this time. “I saw you and Sevika, I bet the conversation got you stressed, hence why you crushed the muffin and used it as a stress ball.”

“Still,” meeting with your eyes just to see his theory is correct, your face lights up, eyes shining under the midday sun. “I don't like wasting food.”

“Oh I know, bossman. You always ate the whole sandwich I always give you before your patrols.” Tamping down a grin by biting your lip, you begin to walk away. “I'll get you that ice, okay?”

“Don't bother.” Ekko says too abruptly, and you take his words in stride even when he sees your face fall. “I mean—”

“It’s okay, you're busy. Enjoy your lunch, Ekko.” Walking away, you still give him a smile before parting with him.

“Shit.” His shoulders slump, a muffin scented hand pinches the bridge of his nose. A piece of broccoli suddenly hits his cheek, and as he looks at the source, he sees Scar giving him a thumbs down while his kid sitting on his lap frowns and shakes his head at Ekko. “Really?” A pea soars through the air and hits him in between the eyes. He probably deserved that.

—

Your nights always consist of staying longer in the kitchen than you're supposed to, and perhaps waiting for a certain platinum haired someone. All the mindless scrubbing gives you plenty of time to think about everything. What happened just this morning discouraged you slightly, he's either oblivious or he truly doesn't like you in the same way you like him. All the signs you've seen him harbour for you like the stolen glances and touch that seems to always gravitate to your hand or waist might have just been him being friendly. And maybe that was all there is, misread signs and a very delusional you. Maybe it's for the best to just forget about your affections for Ekko and move on. Just like what your fellow firelights have told you a hundred times before— you're wasting your time.

Maybe you should accept Steb’s offer of a date.

“Hey,” Ekko's familiar voice would have you giddy in place as usual, but as your mind wanders and circles around him, you think it's your love sick mind concocting an awful hallucination. “D’you have flour in your ears again?”

You blink, hands pausing from your relentless countertop scrubbing as you slowly crane your head towards him. “Hi?”

“You look like you've seen a ghost.” He chuckles, albeit unsure. “I…I got you something from the market. I figured that you're always the one feeding me after patrols, I should feed you this time.” The paper bag crinkles in his hand.

“You really don't have to, and I'm not mad about the muffin really.”

“You're mad about the muffin?”

“I just said I wasn't.” Crossing the distance, you walk towards the counter where he's standing on the other side. Scanning his form for any injuries, you find none, lessening your worry. “So, what did you get me, bossman?”

Ekko takes a peek at the bag but doesn't give it to you. “I uh, I need to say something first.”

“Uh oh, did you find out about the yeast thing that happened last week?”

“What yeast thing?” His brows furrowed, adding to your endearment for the man before you.

“Nothing!” You smile innocently, fingers drumming along the impeccably clean counters. “So what was it that you were about to say?”

Inhaling, brown eyes roaming all over your pretty face, he falters once again. What if Sevika was wrong? What if you don't like him in that way? As the branches of the gingko tree flutter in the breeze, his heart pounds loudly in his chest.

“It's nothing. I forgot.” Ekko shakes his head, placing down the paper bag on the counter right in front of you so he could hide his deep exhale behind it.

“Okay then.” He can't read your tone while the bag is blocking his sight of you, maybe he shouldn't have done that when all he wants is to gaze at your face and maybe wake up to you in the morning. The bag rustles as you take out a simple cardboard box that's wrapped in a light green ribbon. From the sweet smell, you know that it's dessert. “You got me a treat!”

“I stopped by the bridge, it was the last slice since they were closing.” Rambling, he scratches the back of his head. Maybe he should've planned this through. But he can't seem to focus when his knees suddenly weaken, and his palms grow clammy. “It's all yours.”

You slide the bag away, revealing your happy expression. “Absolutely not, we're sharing it.”

A lopsided smile appears on his handsome face, platinum twists swaying from side to side as the wind goes by. “I got it for you.”

“Then that means that I can decide whether to share it or not, Ekko.” Somewhere, you procure two forks, giving him one as you gaze at him through your lashes. “Please?”

Huffing, yet his smile betrays him, he opens the box for you. The slice of cake looks delicious, a deep purple to coincide with its flavour. A simple vanilla cream is evenly spread on top and the sides of it. Your grin says that he did a good job at picking it.

“Ube, wow, you really went all out, Ekko.” Your voice turns whispery, flustered and full of fondness for him.

“Do you remember the time you tried to make something like this?” Leaning closer, he cuts the cake in even halves so that you two have even shares of the slice. He'll never confess the fact that yours is a little bit bigger than his though.

“It tasted like chocolate for some reason.” You giggle, mirroring his smile as you place your elbows on the counter to get closer to him. “And the kitchen was a fucking mess after that.”

“I had to help you clean before anyone else sees and ruins your reputation.” Ekko waits for you to dig in first. “It was good though, the cake.”

You take a small bit of the cake and let the sweetness melt in your tongue. “The company was pretty good too.”

Blinking, Ekko wonders if you've always casually flirted with him like this or was he just oblivious to it from the start? “Yeah, it was fun.” His words are laced with fondness and longing. He should've done this a long time ago. “I—”

“You know I'm in love with you, right?”

“What?” His fork stabs right through the cake.

Taking his hand, you help ease the fork off of the poor cake. “I said I'm in love with you, Ekko. I figured I should just tell you instead of tiptoeing around it.” Your palm gently wraps around his own, eyes cast towards the pair. “It's okay if you don't feel the same way, I think….I think I can get over it, eventually.” Eyes shining, you inhale shakily as you meet with his brown gentle eyes. “I'll be fine, I promise, but I need you to know that.”

“I—” With a burst of adrenaline, he has always been a man of action. Ekko lurches towards you and over the counter. Fork forgotten as he cups your cheek, kissing you gently as he tastes the ube on your lips.

It takes a moment for you to react, and he takes it as a mistake on his part until you grab his face before he could lean away and apologize. You kiss him back, lips melding with his own in a cacophony of saccharine kisses.

Breathing heavily, eyes practically shaped like hearts, Ekko finally realizes what Sevika meant. As he leans away, body almost falling off the counter, you hold onto him while he's half perched on the table.

The smile on your face never left as you brush your thumb over his cheek. “How's the cake, Ekko?”

He licks his lips, chuckling lightly as he feels the same warmth in his chest. “I don't know, I think I have to try it again.”

“Yeah?” You beam atop his lips.

“Yeah, I love you too.” He utters softly before meeting with your lips once again, hopefully it's the first of many.

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Take a Break

Ler!Doey + Lee!Reader

Summary: Poppy has been pushing you way too hard. Doey notices your unusually erratic behavior and encourages you to rest.

CW: Tickle fic, mentions of starvation, momentary spiraling of negative thoughts, cussing

TW: None

AN: Poppy is portrayed as a bit of a villain. I don't like or trust her, so I'm showing my true feelings of her XD

Part 2

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Help. Help. Help. That's all you ever had to do. You used to be an employee at this hellscape of a factory but faced experimentation. Now here you were. Stuck as one of the only adult figures in the Safe Haven. The children naturally gravitated towards you. You were an adult, and thus all-knowing and all-caring. The truth was, you had no idea what you were doing. You just unwillingly took the burden.

Poppy always put everything on you, Doey, and to a lesser degree Ollie. You supposed Kissy Missy was also given a lot to do, but she basically served as Poppy's own personal slave. You never liked that. The poor toy was used primarily as a body guard and escort and treated with minimal care by Poppy. You understood why Missy put up with it, but it was still...not right.

You rested on a sleeping bag in your little corner of the Haven. Since you served as an authority figure, you were lucky enough to get a tent and string lights around the area. You shared the space with Doey, but he usually slept infrequently. You snatched a pillow from his pile and put it behind your head.

The last couple days were hell. Food was so scarce that whenever you went in search of anything to bring back for the kids, you had to eat it for your own sake. The couple scraps you did manage to bring back were gratefully devoured by whoever could get to it first. Unfortunately, this led to you breaking up fights. The little smiling critter kids could go feral for any crumb and you, Doey, and Missy had to pull them off each other almost every time food was distributed. You were just glad that they were so small that they were easily stopped.

You rubbed your face tiredly. Poppy wanted you to get spare parts for lighting. You managed to hold your ground and insist on going tomorrow. You could still feel the hard glare that the doll gave you. You rolled onto your side and curled up. You could feel a headache starting to pound in your artificial skull.

You should just go ahead and get the scavenge over with. It's just one less thing you'll have to deal with tomorrow. That way all you'll have is scavenging, reading to the kids, repairing any instability in the Haven's fortifications, and-...

You covered your head with Doey's pillow. It didn't stop the thoughts from flowing in. Keep the kids happy and safe, stay alive, keep the kids happy and safe, stay alive, keep the kids happy and safe, stay alive, keep the kids ha-

You rolled onto your back and screamed into the pillow. Dammit, stop thinking. Stop. Thinking. Everything was fine. No one was lost to the Doctor or the Prototype in a while. Everything was running smoothly. The kids were happy- well, as happy as one could be here- and Poppy had a plan in the works.

You twisted and turned fretfully on the sleeping bag. Any effort to shut out your thoughts was met with even more aggressive reminders and memories. You kicked the blanket off of yourself without any intention of getting up.

"Hey, pal...Something wrong?" You stopped moving upon hearing the gentle voice. You kept the pillow over your head. The soft thumping of Doey's footsteps were heard approaching your cot and a soft hand pressed on your shoulder.

"Hey..." he started. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head. "Nothing..." you mumbled back.

You could feel Doey try to pull the pillow off your head. "Come on, Y/N. I'm not that gullible." As you pulled the pillow back down over your head, the doughman huffed and yanked it off. You curled in a ball to block out the light from the string lights.

"Stooop," you mumbled. You were met with a light smack of the pillow.

"Alright. Enough pouting. Get up," Doey teased. You grumbled and hid your face in your arms and knees. He was used to an occasional bout of grumpiness from you and figured this was what it was. He smacked you again a few more times.

You snatched the pillow and yanked it violently out of his hand, smashing it against him several times angrily. "Stop! Just fucking stop!" you yelled. You attacked him with the pillow more before bursting into tears.

Doey flinched and stood still as you hit him. It didn't hurt. It was just a pillow and he was just dough, after all. But the shock of it left him motionless. Once you're done attacking him, he shifted a little and gave you a sad look. He sat down next to the bag and put a hand on your back.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered. "I didn't realize. What do you need?"

You shook your head and covered your face with your arms. "I don't-" You were cut off by your sobs. "I don't know." You sniffled and sobbed louder as you felt the doughy hand rub your back soothingly.

"Shh...Take your time." The doughman stayed with you and rubbed your back and played with your hair soothingly through your entire meltdown. You didn't know what was happening. It never happened before. You wiped your eyes and sniffled pathetically.

After a few minutes, you took Doey's arm in your hands and hugged it to yourself. He cooed softly and ruffled your hair with his free hand.

"Feeling better?" he asked gently. You nodded and nuzzled his hand. He scratched under your chin.

"Y-yeah..." you mumbled. "Thank you..."

"Of course." He continued scritching your chin as he spoke. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Ordinarily you would decline immediately...But your head still hurt, and your chest hurt, and you just...couldn't do it anymore.

"Y-yeah," you answered shakily. "But, um...Can I get some water first?"

Doey nodded and stood up, drawing his hand away from you. "I'll be right back."

You curled in a ball and stared at nothing while he was gone. You didn't think, which was a relief. But you didn't feel either. You didn't know what to do, but you didn't bother trying to figure it out. Doey returned with water and a light snack.

"Hey, pally. Here you go." He tried to sound cheery, but his voice had a hint of sadness in it. You rolled onto your back and sat up enough to drink the water and eat. Your headache immediately lessened.

"Thank you..." you mumbled. Your friend nodded and smiled sympathetically.

"Of course, Y/N. Now, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

You closed your eyes and nodded a little, rubbing your eyes. "Yeah..." You took a breath to steady your shaky voice. "I'm just...tired. So tired. I don't...I don't know what to do." You stared down at your lap glumly. Doey sat next to the cot again and took one of your hands in his own, giving it a little squeeze.

"I know exactly what you mean..." he muttered gently. You looked up at him. "I'm guessing it's Poppy?"

You nodded and wiped your eyes. "Y-yeah...She just-" You growled. "She won't stop. I'm so...so tired. And she's always nagging me to keep going stuff again and again and...I can't." You sniffled as your eyes prickled with tears again.

Doey reached up and wiped your tears. "Hey...I know. Don't let her walk all over you. You gotta be strong and flexible." He smiled and stretched out a hand inhumanely far. "Like me!"

You couldn't help but giggle a little, your laughs cutting with a short sob before turning back to giggling. Doey smiled more and ruffled your hair.

"There we go. I'm here to help. Take all the time you need," he ordered happily.

You couldn't help but frown a little and looked down at your lap again.

"Um...I was actually thinking of going out for lighting like Poppy said...I was just resting a bit first..." you said carefully. You could feel the disapproving scowl from your friend without even looking up. "I know...But it's just one less thing I'll have to deal with."

"Absolutely not. You are taking a break," Doey demanded. You could already tell he wasn't going to give up easily. He was stubborn. But you were too.

"But it's better to just get stuff done. I've kept up with everything and want to get ahead on it," you said with a determined pout.

The doughman shook his head firmly. "No. You are taking a break. Digging yourself into the ground is not going to help anyone in the Haven. And more importantly, it's not going to help you. You need to take care of yourself."

"I am. By taking care of the others," you retorted. You crossed your arms and glared at him. He glared back. The truth was, deep down, you did want a break. Just some time to relax and let someone else deal with your worries. But you weren't going to admit that without a fight.

Doey just glared right back. "Come on, pal. You need to rest. Please. Burning yourself out isn't healthy." He poked your belly for emphasis. You but your lip and couldn't stop the squeak that escaped you. Unfortunately, it didn't escape your friend's notice.

Doey raised an eyebrow and smiled a little. He didn't bring it up and continued on his lecture. "Taking breaks is important both for your physical-" Poke to the belly. "-and mental-" Another poke. "-wellbeing." You squeaked and squirmed a bit at every poke.

The doughman frowned in fake offense. "Why're you laughing at me? I'm trying to help you," he sighed.

You shook your head and narrowed your eyes. "Oh, stop. I know full well what you're trying to do," you growled. He tilted his head in "confusion."

"What?" he asked innocently. "What am I trying to do?"

You pouted. "Tickle me."

You immediately regretted your words. Doey grinned widely. "Whatever you say."

You squealed as he pounced on you, his doughy fingers digging into you sides. You wriggled all over the sleeping bag, grabbing the hands on your waist frantically. "Doey! Nohoooo!" you shouted. You didn't really mean it...No. Yes you did. Shut up.

"Awwww," Doey cooed. "What's wrong? You told me to." His hands morphed to precisely dig between your ribs. You shrieked and kicked, laughing madly. Your hands scrabbled against his helplessly. Dammit, he already knew where to get you!

"NOHOO!" you yelled. "Not thehehEHEHEhere!"

Your friend laughed and continued to vibrate his fingers in your ribcage. "Not here? Why's that? Is is baaad?" he teased. You nodded frantically, squirming and squealing. You hugged yourself in hopes of getting him off, but he just flattened his fingers to fit under your arms.

"Thanks for the new spot, pal!" he said cheerfully. You squeaked and squashed your arms down.

"Doey!" you cried through laughter. "Not there!"

Your friend grinned evilly. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against the bag as you felt one of your arms get raised above your head. You giggled nervously.

"D-Doey...? What're you doing?" You stiffened as you felt his fingers thin to tendrils and wiggle against the inside of your elbow.

"Why, I'm not doing anything!" You giggled and scrunched up as much as possible. The feeling moved up just above your armpits.

"Eee! No! Doey! Pleaaaseee!" you whined. You couldn't even fully laugh. It was just the anticipation!

"No? But you look like you're having so much fun!" the doughman giggled. He poked your belly, causing you to flinch and squeak. "Come on! You've been stressed lately. This is a nice way to take a break." His doughy fingers inched to your armpit. You squealed and giggled, trying to pull your arm down.

"Stop teasing and get on with it!" you managed to shout.

Doey squeaked excitedly. "Oh? Get on with it, you say? Whatever you want, Y/N!" He dug his fingers into your armpits and wiggled them ruthlessly.

A shriek escaped your lips. You found yourself wriggling back and forth like a fish out of water as loud laughter spilled from you. You grabbed at your friend's hands, but it was no use. He was too strong for you.

"FAHAHAHAHAAAACK! DOEHEHEHEHEE! NOHOHOOOO!" you laughed.

Doey giggled and scritched down your ribs. "Awwww. Is my little friend a little sensitive? Tickle tickle tiiiickle!" he teased.

You thrashed from side to side, squealing and laughing. Your hands didn't pull at the attacker's wrists but instead sat limply on top of them. This didn't escape his notice. He scribbled his fingers all over your belly and ribs.

"D'awwwww! You aren't fighting back! Just squirming!" he cooed. You felt your face heat up and pressed it against the cot like you had it before.

"Shuhuhut uuhuhuuup!" you whined through laughter.

"What's that? You aren't telling me to stop? Guess I'll keep going then! Coochicoochicoooo!"

You shrieked with laughter, kicking weakly and keeping your face hidden. As much as this was absolute torture, it was also...nice. All your worries and anxieties were out the window and you could let loose and enjoy some fun. Not that you would ever admit that. That would just give your friend another way to mess with you.

"You ahahahAHAHAHAAA! NOT THERE!" You arched your back away from Doey's fingers. They were poking and drilling between your shoulder blades experimentally. The doughman giggled and kept digging into the sweet spot.

"Oh! So your back is ticklish too? That's unusual," he observed.

You kicked and flailed with renewed vigor. "DOEY!" you shrieked. "STOP STOP! PLEHEHEHEHEEEEASE!"

Doey's smile softened and his fingers drew away from you. You wheezed and rolled onto your belly, resting your face in your arms. You wiped the gleeful tears from your eyes. Your panting slowed to peaceful breaths and a soft hand settled on your back.

"You ok, Y/N?" You looked up from your arms. Doey sounded...so sincere and warm. His smile radiated care and concern, and you couldn't help but smile back a little.

"Um...Yeah..." you answered breathily. "I am now...Thank you."

Your friend grinned and crawled in a little circle on his pillow pile before settling down. "Of course. I'm always here for ya, pal. Don't forget that."

You watched him a second as he kneaded his pillow a bit to get comfortable and then spoke up. "Um...Doey?"

The doughman's head perked up. "Hm?"

"Can I...um..." You looked down at your hands. "Can I-...?" You beckoned at the spot next to him.

Doey smiled and nodded, patting the pillows. "Of course. Come here, pal."

Your eyes lit up and you scooted over to the edge of the sleeping bag, crawling on the soft pillows. Your friend grabbed you and pulled you over, nuzzling you affectionately. You giggled and nuzzled him back.

"Awwww. You're too nice. How did the Haven get yoouuEEEE!"

Doey dug his fingers back in your ribs with a snicker. Good luck.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 4 #doey + reader #doey #doey the doughman #ler!doey #lee!reader #sfw tickle fic #let this be a lesson to you #don't overwork yourselves

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