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We NEED to see the LA mission!!!

none of it was fake

bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader

summary: you've been undercover with bucky as husband and wife. upon returning, he seems to have forgotten that it was all pretend.

word count: 1.6k+

warnings: two idiots cluelessly pining for each other. fluff. usage of petnames such as sweetheart, doll, and baby. lowercase writing.

note: hi, babies. how's everyone? this is my first fic in ages, so sorry if it's not my best one. i just wanted something cute ++ this is unedited & not proofread, might fix it laterrr. still hope you'll enjoy this one! xo

dividers made by @firefly-graphics!

comments, reblogs, and likes are highly appreciated. thank you! ♡

“i can't believe your first kiss happened during a mission. an undercover mission!

wanda huffed, still hung up on the mission you had with bucky weeks ago wherein you had to play pretend as a married couple. there had been a kiss or two during that time, and it felt impossible not to tell your best friend about it when you had been crushing over the soldier for ages.

wanda knew what you felt towards bucky. in fact, she was the only one who knew, or at least the one you shared th information with, and she made sure to ask everything about the mission, even if it took days for her to interrogate you.

“excuse me? that was not my first kiss,” you said defensively, reaching for a cup from the cupboard that you had just opened. “and why are we still talking about this? you and nat already squeezed out every information from me for an entire week.”

“i didn't mean your first first kiss!” she exclaimed, following you around the kitchen as you made yourself a cup of coffee. “you've had a crush on the guy for so long, and the first time you two kiss each other is when you're pretending. that's not how i pictured it at all!”

you had to admit, the mission was sort of a blessing in disguise and a curse at the same time. you were glad to be able to spend time with bucky in ways you've dreamt of, but there was also the horrible reminder that none of it was real. with how avoidant bucky was with you, it was impossible for any of it to happen outside of the mission.

“well, maybe you should stop picturing us doing that sort of stuff. you're way more invested in this than i am, wanda. don't you have your own relationship to think about?” you asked. although you knew she was in a happy relationship with vision, you just wanted her to take a break from all the bucky talk. “when is your man home anyway?”

“my relationship is doing great, so i'm good. i don't need to think of it as much since he gives me everything that i need, and i think of yours because you deserve happiness as well.” she smiled fondly, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “and i'm glad that you asked because this reminded me that vision's arriving with bucky soon.”

“already?” your eyes widened at her statement, completely forgetting that bucky, along with steve, clint, and vision, were coming home today from their mission. “why didn't you tell me sooner!?”

after finishing your mission with bucky two weeks ago, he was immediately sent into another mission which specifically needed him. so, today would technically be the first time you're seeing him again since you last called him your “husband,” which was more nerve-wracking than you expected.

“hey, i'm your best friend, not your alarm.” wanda raised her hands up, defending herself. “and why are you so worried? i can feel your anxiety without needing to be in your head.”

“well, we never talked after.. you know,” you replied, taking a big sip out of your cup. “i know none of it meant anything and that we were just doing our job, but it's the first time i'll be with him normally and not as a pretend married couple. it's kinda awkward, wands.”

“you were able to pretend you didn't like the guy for months, you can do it again for another day.” she answered. “unless you finally tell him what you feel?”

“oh, that? yeah, never happening. i'm not going to risk—”

“there you are, sweetheart.”

there was a collective shocked gasp from both you and wanda, recognizing that voice from behind. except the gasps had different reasons.

you were surprised with his arrival.

wanda was surprised that he casually called you sweetheart.

you turn to find bucky already walking towards you with a smile on his face.

this man never smiles unless he was tasked to do so!

“bucky! you're back!” you awkwardly greeted him.

“yeah, didn't they tell you? i was looking for you when we landed.” he said, pulling you close to him before bending to place a soft kiss on your lips like it was something he'd always done. “you okay, baby? you look pale. did you eat?”

i look pale because wanda is right here with us and you just kissed me while acting like we're dating!

“um, yeah, i'm fine. i'm fine,” you answered, gently pulling yourself away from his arms before he could wrap them around you completely. “can we talk? privately?”

he frowned, worry etched on his face, but he nodded and squeezed your arm softly. “of course. where do you wanna talk, doll?”

“anywhere where wanda isn't there.” you said lightheartedly, throwing a sharp glance at wanda who finally understood what you wanted her to do.

“oh! right, right. i'm sorry, you guys can stay here. i have um..” she paused, thinking of a reason to say. “i have to look for vision anyway. we're supposed to watch a movie together. bye!”

and just like that, wanda was gone and you were left alone with bucky in the kitchen.

before you could speak, bucky asked you first. “what's the matter, doll?”

“what's the matter?” you echoed in a higher tone. “what was that all about?”

“what are you talking about?” he asked, seemingly confused.

“you kissed me, bucky, like it was nothing. then you keep calling me these nicknames.” you reminded him. “we're back home, not in los angeles in our fake house that we used as a fake couple.”

bucky took a step back when he realised his actions, now finding it hard to look at you. “i.. i'm sorry. i completely forgot. i just.. i wasn't thinking. i got used to how we were before,” he mumbled, still finding the right words to say. “did i make you uncomfortable?”

“no, but you made me confused,” you replied. “i'm guessing you got used to how we acted as a fake married couple, but you were gone for another mission. how are you still stuck with the old routine we had?”

“because that's all i could think about,” he answered, now staring at you. “while you're back here in the tower, completely done with our mission, i was thrown back into another one, having only you in my head to pull me back up from the fatigue.”

“you're telling me that you kept thinking about us even when you were gone? why?”

“haven't you?”

“is this a trick question?”

“it's a question to find out whether you like me too or not.”

“you.. you like me?” you blinked. “that's impossible.”

“how on earth is that impossible?”

“because you're always so cold and grumpy around me,” you answered. “i think you're just confused with all the acting we've done, bucky. you don't like me.”

“i was supposed to go on that mission with sharon, not you.” he exhaled. “she volunteered to do it, so she was initially picked. i tried getting out of it, but i had advantages that they needed for the mission to go smoothly. so, i agreed, but in one condition.”

“what was it?” you whispered.

“that you should be my partner,” he answered quickly. “ask me why.”

your heart pounded. “why?”

“because i wanted an excuse to act the way i've always wanted to. i wasn't cold or grumpy because i didn't like you, i just didn't want to scare you.” bucky explained, his hand reaching out for yours. “god, doll. figuring out whether you like me or not has got to be the hardest mission i had to deal with. so do me a favour and get me out of this misery.”

once your lungs found a bit of oxygen again, you finally spoke. “what you said.. you mean it?”

bucky nodded. “every word.”

“well, i like you too.” you tried to bite back a huge smile. “for some time now, actually. wanda will eventually tell you all about my obsession with you. i can't believe we were both worrying for the wrong things.”

“your obsession with me, huh?” he asked cockily, a teasing grin plastered on his face.

“really? i said all that and that's what caught your attention?”

“can't help it. i've been obsessed with you for a long time now as well.” his eyes crinkled at the corners, a little smile gracing his lips while his arm slipped around your waist.

your eyes peeked up at him through your lashes. “does this make it real now?”

“do you want it to be?”

“you're really asking me that?” your chest rumbled. “of course i do.”

“then let's make it real.”

bucky watched you intensely for a few seconds as if he wanted to frame this exact moment before licking his lips and leaning down. you suck a breath, eyes closing as you felt his soft lips meet yours.

you never realised how much you've grown familiar with his touch and affection since your time together as a fake couple.

except this time, none of it was fake.

should we see their time in los angeles as an undercover married couple? 👀

if you have any requests for bucky, send them my way! 💌

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This is awesome omggg!

HangNick- sensory deprivation

I would not ask and neither would you [We could just kiss]

angst and smut | Hangman is such a sad cowboy | tw: drinking | 3,919 words

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Nick is staring at him like he's something to be pitied; his eyebrows are creased together sending dark shadows across the top of his eyes and when Adam clinks the glass across his top row of teeth, his nose wrinkles. "You don't gotta watch y'know." He tells him, mumbling into the last of the alcohol that sits untouched at the bottom of his stained glass, the words echoing and mixing with Adam's own heavy breathing. But still Nick just stares at him, silent and frowning and it almost makes Adam feel just a little sick with himself. "Why are you even here Nick?" Adam asks, slumping against the back of the chair.

"Matt went out with Kenny, I got bored in the hotel room alone." Nick replies, stretching his legs out on the floor in front of Adam, the tips of his sneakers pressing into the side of Adam's socked feet. It hurts, just a little and when Nick smiles just a little at him, Adam is unable to stop the softness that twitches the corner of his mouth into a small smile. "I missed you as well." Nick adds, voice softer than before, his fingers are tapping just a little against the bend of his arm as he stretches and Adam follows the curve of his spine. "I don't like thinking about you all by yourself. You're my friend."

Adam can't help the chuckle that slips past his lips; it's soft and just as bitter as the whiskey that slips its way down Adam's throat but the ache in his chest is a bitterness he doubts he'll ever get used to. But when he casts his eyes over to Nick, he watches how he stands; hands tucked into fists into his hoodie pockets and face wide and sad. "Sorry." Adam whispers and Nick just shakes his head, leaning against the chair as he softly leans down to kiss the crown of Adam's head; soft enough that it almost feels like another betrayal. His lips linger and Adam pretends that it isn't making the bottom of his chest ache. "You think I'm still your friend? Even after you threw me out of the Elite?" Adam keeps his voice soft; barely above a whisper as he pokes Nick softly into the chest, sighing softly when Nick's weight shifts and he perches on the arm of the chair, staring down at the mess of Adam's half-damp hair.

"Yeah." Nick answers and shrugs, almost as if Adam had asked the stupidest question in the world. He smiles; all bright teeth and happiness and it almost makes Adam feel unworthy like to stare at him so softly, the back of his head highlighted by the dimmed overhead light; Nick's almost angelic and a small part of Adam's brain is screaming for his entry to heaven, shaking the pearly gates until they come apart in small chunks in the fat of his palms.

Instead, he just sighs and reaches for the bottle. "You don't have to stay y'know." Adam starts, tongue heavy in his mouth, lips dry when he presses them against the chill of the glass. "I know drinking makes you uncomfortable and ya aint gotta stay with me. I'm not some flight risk ya know." He rambles, unable to swallow his words alongside his whiskey and when it slips down his chin, Adam's tongue reaches out to capture spray droplets that hang like icicles against the rim of the glass. "I aint nothing to be worried about anyway." The words fall so easily out his mouth that Adam almost doesn't recognise its own voice until he hears the small chirp of concern that slips past Nick's worried face.

He feels the cotton sticking to his back teeth long before he registers what's happening. He tastes his own breath; hot with state alcohol, and when his jaw closes just a little slower, he feels Nick's fingers squish between his bottom row of teeth. His fingers, wrapped in the cotton of Adam's bandana twitch and the two of them stare at one another. Realisation crawls across Nick's brain and Adam watches his face widen in shock. He pulls his fingers out slowly, sticking his trembling hands into the gap between his thighs and Adam watches, the bandana hanging from his mouth like a dog carrying a dead bird back home for his owner.

"Sorry" Nick whispers and it's soft enough that it almost doesn't register through the fog that's growing across the back of Adam's head. He watches through his eyelids as Nick reaches out slowly and tugs a little at the bandana. "It's just, you were saying bad things and mama always said if you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't say anything at all. I think that goes for talking about yourself too." He tugs just a little harder and when Adam's smile spreads a little further across his face, he slowly releases the cotton, letting the bandana fall into Nick's palm, a crumpled, damp mess.

Nick drops it kindly into Adam's half opened backpack and slowly wipes Adam's spit down his shirt. "Sorry I weren't so nice." Adam whispers when he picks the base of Nick's wrist slowly and soon he's stopping himself from reaching out to hold his hand; palm to palm. He studies Nick's blue eyes, the way they shimmer and Adam now doesn't stop himself from smiling. "I guess your ma is kinda right."

"She's always right." Nick replies and the smile that he gives Adam feels so much more than a little bit of joy, Nick moves his hand slowly out of Adam's hand and strokes a calloused thumb across the bottom of his lip, "I didn't hit you too hard did I?" Nick asks softly and Adam shakes his head, letting his lips part just a little, as if he's trying to show Nick that he's okay, they're okay.

They're so close together. He breathes in the same air as Nick for what feels like forever; their breathing mixes on eachother's faces, their eyes studying every little movement the other makes. It's almost like they're stalking one another or maybe their souls are playing chase like children and that's why Adam's heart is racing. It pounds in his ears, in the back of his head as Nick's legs move slowly, uncurling like a blooming flower and planting firmly either side of Adam's twisted body, Nick leans closer and maybe without thinking,so does Adam. They shift closer and closer and closer and-

Nick's phone rings.

A loud ring tone slices through the moment loud enough that Adam flinches, “Don't ya normally keep that on silent?” Adam asks and Nick just sighs, waving his phone dismissively. Adam watches Nick pace, listens to him mumble down the phone, tipping his head up to stare at the ceiling.

“Matt, I’m fine.” Nick mumbles and then his face falls in a way that makes Adam’s stomach knot just a little. “No I’m not by myself…”Nick's voice is lower now, hitting the back of Adam's ears and he can't help but stare at him as Nick paces, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just wanted to see Adam...I'll be fine, promise." Nick's face stained with tiredness cracks into a soft smile and he chuckles down the phone. "I know Matthew, I know. I love you too..no I still think you're an idiot." The phone call ends lighter than what it started and Adam watches as Nick tosses his phone onto the bed, it bounces slightly before settling face down and silent again.

The two of them stare at one another; reading their facial expression but it's Adam who's the first one to break the silence. "What was that about?" He asks, nodding down to Nick's phone, almost waiting for it to ring again. "Did Matt not want us hanging out?"

Nick starts tapping again; low and anxiously against the bone of his collarbone and it makes Adam frown. "You can go..." He says before the words have time to settle between the cracks on his tongue.

"I uh..." Nick's looking awkwardly behind his shoulder at the hotel room door; watching it as if its about to talk back to him and then there's a flash of feeling across his face and Nick turns himself around quick enough that it makes him stumble a little in his little spot; standing with his legs pressing into the back of his thighs, arms folded across chest in a way that makes Adam want to hug him. He watches him struggle, following the way Nick's blue eyes flicker around the room before he shakes his head and settles back to staring at Adam. "I think I want to stay." He whispers and Adam pretends that the bubbling is his chest is heartburn, not his ribs collapsing in on themselves, trapping his thundering heart behind an unlockable door.

He lets Nick shower first, sits with his back to the door and listens to the way the water pounds against the tiled floor. He listens to Nick singing in the shower and chuckles a little at the memories of cold Japanese hotels; of Nick singing loud enough that it wakes Matt up, of early morning journeys where his head would tuck so snugly into the crook of Nick's neck that it almost made Adam feel like he was born to fit alongside him. He rubs his hand slowly across the aching base of his ribs, picks at the stray cotton that falls between his fingers and Adam wraps it around his fingers, tugging and yanking until it snaps and blood stains his fingertips with a soft pink again. He does anything to stop himself from thinking about the feeling of Nick's fingers pressing into the back of his mouth, the softness of his breath against his bottom lip.

The way that his chest burns for a connection that's long since been sliced away. He wonders if Matt is still mad at him or if somewhere in those bright brown eyes, there's forgiveness hidden away or if it's only Nick that mourns for a past that can never be again. He sighs softly, and slumps back against the pillows. The bed creaks under his weight and Adam closes his eyes slowly, lets the pillows take his weight as he listens and tries to do anything other than think about how there's water pooling at the bottom of Nick's feet, how there's droplets that are running slowly across the low slope of his shoulders, across the thin curve of his hips and

Adam shakes his head, dragging a pillow over his face. He pins it between his arms and waits for the shadows to grow; dark and heavy across his face and soon Adam is gasping for breath against the light grey pillow case and soon he's pulling it down, staring at Nick as he blinks at him, standing and shivering with a towel wrapped snugly around his hips. "Hello.." Adam whispers slowly, snuggling the pillow against his chest now, cheeks turning a light pink under Nick's unbreaking gaze.

"You're so weird sometimes." Nick whispers and it's not like its an insult but it comes out flat in his tired voice, Adam watches as stumbles over to his backpack, keeping him in the corner of his eyes as Nick bends down, the towel slipping just a little and Adam tries not to stare at the slope of Nick's asscheeks, he bites the inside of his cheek and by the time Nick turns to face him again, arms tangled around his clothes, Adam's slammed the door to the bathroom.

He keeps his back to the door, eyes glued to the overhead light that flickers before it flashes on. It makes the back of Adam's eyes ache as he stares into the light but the pain is better than the heat that's pooling in the pit of his stomach. He strips himself slowly, careful not to let his trembling hands brush against the mounds of his nipples or the aching of his half-hard cock as he wriggles out his jeans. "Shit C'mon body dont do this to me now, not now." Adam snaps at himself as the running water gurgles through the pipes. The shower blinks on and Adam crawls under the water long before it's warm; silently praying that the chill slices through the desire that's melting between the cracks of his tongue.

He stands under the water, just doing nothing but staring at the tiled floor under his feet, pretending not to think of Nick standing in the same position moments earlier. There's a collection of Adam's shampoo bottles left open and he swallows at the thought of Nick smelling like him; it's a possessive thought and a foolish one at that, Nick going back to his hotel room, carrying a silent mark that for one night, one quiet, weirdly glorious night, he belonged to Adam.

The thought almost makes Adam feel dizzy under the hot water, his body aches with desire and his heart burns in his chest. He glances at the bathroom door, half expecting Nick to open it and watch as Adam wraps a hand around his aching cock, stroking slowly as he tips his head back against the pounding water. He doesn't have time to focus on the way that his cock twitches against his palm, he just pumps, biting hard into the inside of his cheek until chunks are slipping between his fingers and sliding down his throat with every half-choked whimper.

His cum spills slowly across the tiled floor and Adam pins himself against the damp wall to keep himself from slumping over. He washes his hands, drags a cloth across his flushed body and when he leaves the shower, he can blame his blanched cheeks on the hot water.

Nick's dressed by the time Adam stumbles out the bathroom, legs tucked snugly under him as he squints down at his phone screen. "Ya have your glasses on?" Adam says, picking at a stray string on his towel, there's an ever familiar warmth that starts to settle just under Adam's skin as if he was bleeding out in bright red splotches that only he could see. He smiles and Nick smiles back. It's soft and gentle and maybe in another lifetime, it would be a welcome back, a welcome home instead of just a hello.

"Yeah, I was reading about how bees can sometimes help endangered birds like herons or-or spoonbills." Nick's hands are flapping; sharp and small movements that when Adam perches on the end of the bed slowly, he stops. "Sorry.." He whispers and Adam can't stop himself from reaching out a shower-cold hand to stroke and raise his chin just a little. They're gazing at one another again and Adam's heartbeat is pounding in his ears and sweat pools under his arms. He edges closer and soon Nick's forehead is pressed softly against the fat of his lips. The two of them stay like that for what Adam prays for more than a few seconds and when he pulls away, his lips burning. Nick giggles and swats a drying curl off Adam's cheek, watching how it springs back into place.

"What was that for?" Nick asks, voice light and soft and this time Adam just shrugs, patting him softly on the shoulder as he stands.

Adam knows that Nick doesn't look when he strips the towel and kneels down to find clean clothes. He watches how his eyes stay firmly on his phone screen; the reflection of flickering pictures and paragraphs reflecting in the joyful glow of Nick's irises. He pulls on a pair of boxers, rubbing away that ache that's bored itself into the marrow of his bones. He wishes Nick would just look at him. He wishes he could kiss him. He wishes he could get so drunk that Nick runs away forever.

Adam wishes for... He doesn't know. Silence? Love? Whatever it takes to get the world feeling steady under his feet again.

He shakes his head, pulls his hair a little too hard into a bun and when he stands again, Nick's wormed himself under the thick hotel comforter, glasses hanging off the tip of his nose and Adam can't stomach the idea of moving him. He's careful to tiptoe and when the hotel light flicks off; He watches how Nick looks bathed in the warmth light of the desk lamp. He follows the soft orange over the slope of his arms, the tilt of his jaw and soon Adam's stroking his face softly, feeling shaved skin rub his knuckle raw as he strips Nick of his glasses, leaving them smudged and folded on the bedside table.

He's even careful when he crawls into bed; the mattress groans and the bed creaks just a little and Adam's slow to settle under the comforter, breathes himself off the damp pillow cases and as he stares at Nick's back; tracing the bumps of his spine with his eyes, Adam feels tiredness wrap around him. He doesn't know how long he lays there, dreaming but soon there's a new weight against his chest; the warmth of someone else's skin burning into the palm of his hands and somewhere, his tired mind whispers that Kenny's snuck in during the night and pinned himself so tightly against Adam he can feel his own breath against his lips.

But the sound that falls into the darkness doesn't settle at the back of ears like Keny's sleepy whimpers do. It strikes through the darkness and Adam shoots up, panic writing its way across his face. "Nick?" He drags his hands off his body, tucks them neatly into the trembling fat of his legs and frowns, watching as Nick pulls half awake eyes open and flops his body over to stare at Adam.

"You don't have to say sorry." Nick whispers blinking tired eyes open and it almost makes Adam feel sick that he's gazing at him with eyes so soft and with lips slightly parted. "I kinda liked it.." Nick admits quietly, letting his back rest fully against Adam's chest, pinned so close together that under the glow of the moon, Adam can follow the growing blush that crawls up the back of Nick's neck.

"Everyone thinks I'm kinda just...here." Nick's hand stretches out into the darkness and Adam props himself up onto his elbows to study the way that Nick's bottom lip twists a little. "Everyone thinks Matts the pretty one." He whispers and something deep in the bottom of Adam's heart shatters.

"I think ya pretty.." He whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to Nick's forehead. He isn't sure who closed the gap first but soon their lips press together slowly. Nick parts his lips slowly and Adam lets himself slide his tongue over Nick's teeth, over the curve of his bottom lip before he's pulling away slow enough that the taste of Nick burns its way down his throat. Nick grins a little softer and when Adam leans down again, he lets him kiss him. 

Nick's so soft as he leans into the kisses, sharp teeth brushing against the swelling hem of Adam's bottom lip and it's enough to make him squeal a little into Nick's open mouth. "I never knew you made that sound." Nick whispers and Adam feels worry spike its way up his spine.

"Sorry, I guess it wasn't so nice to hear... I-I dunno why I made that sound." Adam admits into the quiet lust that's growing around them. Nick chuckles a little, following the way that Adam's hands track patterns across the hem of his boxers, fingertips barely brushing against his skin. "We ain't gotta do nothing if you dont wanna, I mean I would like'ta but I don't have to..to do stuff with you, I can just..ya know-" Adam feels Nick pull off him slowly, legs dragging the scarred fat of Adam's hips and soon there's the familiar feeling of cotton rubbing against his teeth. He mumbles a little around it and Nick just chuckles softly.

"You didn't say anything nice." He replies, leaning down to press a kiss to the middle of Adam's neck. He lets his teeth sink into the fat of his collarbone and it's enough to get Adam trembling under Nick's fingers. He breathes against Adam's skin kissing and Adam melts under his touch, blinking at him through fluttering eyelashes.

Adam relaxes his jaw, lets the cotton rub against the back of his teeth as Nick kisses down his shaking body, lets his shaking hands wrap around Nick's hips, the palm of his hands. Anything that he can touch, Adam grabs for and when Nick pulls his hands away there's scratch marks left behind; bright and red under the light and Adam feels his stomach knot up with pleasure when Nick's already aching cock rubs against his boxers. He grins and when Nick turns his face to look at him, he smiles letting his hands slide into Adam's boxers.

There's the shuffling of clothes and when Adam kicks his legs out, the comforter tumbles to the floor and Nick chuckles just a little. "Already making a mess?" He teases, giggling when Adam rolls his eyes, "I see you're still can't take a joke" Nick teases and Adam frowns through the lust. He tries to speak but all that comes out is a muffled groan as Nick spits in his hand and lines their cocks together.

He starts slow at first; running the flat of his wet palm across the aching head of Adam's cock and the touch is enough to make him start whimpering into the cotton; his back arches and his heart pounds as Nick tracks his hand downwards. stroking slowly as he rubs Adam's cock. Adam feels himself tremble in Nick's hand twitching as their legs tangled together. He holds Nick's hips and slowly wraps a hand around Nick's dick. It's hard and when Adam squeezes softly, Nick bucks his hips, fucking into the circle of Adam's fist.

"c-cmon now, you know you wanna cowboy" Nick whispers, voice shaking with pleasure and the look in his blown out pupils is enough for Adam to keep going, matching pace with Nick's hand and soon he's spilling across Nick's stomach, decorating his heaving chest with his own cum and it makes Adam just dizzy enough to slump against the pillows and drag Nick's cock against his, using his cum as lube as he pumps Nick off; lazier then before and while Nick moans his name, Adam can do nothing but choke out that he loves him into the fabric of his bandana.

Nick cums across Adam's hand and when Nick's eyes finally open, Adam smiles around the patterned fabric, spit running down his chin. He doesn't mind this time because Nick is looking at him.

Nick pulls Adam into the shower after they've both caught their breath and the bandana hangs, tangled between dirty sheets and Nick's cum stained boxers. He lets Adam crowd him into the corner, kissing him until Adam's choking on half-warm water and Nick is giggling into his open mouth.

"I'm glad you stayed" Adam whispers, quiet enough that it almost slips right past Nick's ears and falls down the plughole but he leans against Adam's chest and smiles softly.

"Me too." Nick whispers.

And this time, Adam doesn't mind the way he's staring at him.

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I ended up with REALLY good timing for this pic😭

Sooo anyone get that close up of Jay sticking his tongue out? For me? Please?

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This one?😭

Sooo anyone get that close up of Jay sticking his tongue out? For me? Please?

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SO FUN FACT. I SAW UR POST AND STARTED POSTING THE SHOW ON MY INSTA AS I WATCHED AND I TAGGED MATT AND NICK. I DM’D MATT ABT THE TUMBLR GIRLS GIVING HIM AWAY AND HE RESPONDED AND LOOKED AT MY STORIES😭

THIS WAS AT LIKE 12:30 PM EST BTW, JUST HOURS BEFORE HE CHANGED IT

(I dm’d at 1:43 am)

THIS IS SO HAUNTING JESUS CHRIST THEY HAVE EYES ON US. ABORT

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Stopppp, this is so cute omg🫶

i just woke up like 20 minutes ago but this idea has been plaguing me all night so here u go

jungle boy makes a nest.

[mini drabble]

Christian opens the hotel door to check in on everyone and stops the second he lays eyes on Jungle Boy. “Uh,” he says, “what are you doing?”

“He’s making a nest,” Lucha answers calmly, turning the page in his book. “Used to make them all the time when we were in the jungle.”

Jungle Boy has the sheets pulled up and made a big circle around him on the bed, tucking it into place. He looks at Christian and realizes that he’s there, face lighting up instantly. He gets up off of the bed and grabs his hand, pulling him along.

“You want me in the…nest?”

Lucha chuckles from his chair. “It’s cause he likes you.”

“Then why aren’t you in it?”

“Because I have more of a choice in the matter than you.”

Christian sighs. “Okay, okay, alright, I’m going in.” He climbs in and lays on his side.

Jungle Boy crawls in after and immediately presses himself into Christian. They’re face to face, nose to nose when Jungle Boy gets situated.

“Hi,” Christian says, amused.

Jungle Boy giggles and ducks his head under Christian’s chin, shimmying down some so he can wrap his arms around him.

Christian has to spit out some hair that’s in his mouth but he laughs, petting Jungle Boy’s head. “You really are something else, huh?”

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Y’all are finally getting it😭🫶

Colten Gunn, why you so pretty?

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We truly thank you Claudio

nobody speak to me, i was privileged enough to see Nicholas Jacksons stomach, i need time to recover.

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Thing is, Jack always goes to hide behind Matt cause he knows he’ll protect him and I love it

Cant tell me this isn’t true love

matt, why are you like this?

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Happy 1 Year Anniversary! 🥳

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MY LORD AND SAVIOR TONY KHAN😋🫶

TONY KHAN ANNOUNCED THIS FOR TONIGHT!!

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I’d let him pin me🤭

most normal pins. a compilation ill update later pt 1

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If you squint, he kinda does look like Em😭

Gonna tell my future nieces and nephews that this was Eminem.

“Yo. Yo. Listen.”

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As a Jack Perry and MJF simp, I agree. We need these immediately😗

I will always think it's a missed opportunity when we get belts like this from AEW and no replicas of them.

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Reposting cause imma need this later😚🫶

Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

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I’m actually obsessed

Familiar Taste of Poison

Summary: Jack's former mentor Christian Cage rides into town.

Warnings: Christian Cage is a warning in of itself lol but maybe some biker world violence mentioned

Part 1

The father of the club was riding into town today and you were on edge all week about it. Christian patched in Jack when he first joined the club. They were really close once upon a time, but these days they were near enemies. When they were both in the same vicinity, it was best to steer clear of both of them.

Everyone thought Christian was going to vote Jack in as the new president of the Southern California chapter, two years before Jack went to jail, but he chose himself instead. No one knew why he did so and no one dared to ask.

The older man turned a 180 and put Jack down whenever he could in front of the other members. Jack thought about going nomad for a while. Meaning he'd ride around the country aimlessly without a home just so he could get away from Christian. In the end, he chose to stay because he didn't want to leave you.

At the time you were just getting together. It was new and you didn't want to be far from each other. Much like it was now. Since hooking up at the party, you had spent every free moment you had with him.

Jack didn't really notice your shift in mood having his own thoughts about the incoming visit. You worried about him finding out about some things that happened while he was away.

Like how while he was locked up in prison, you were crying on the shoulder of the man he hated most. Or the sexual tension that build up to the one of your biggest regrets of your life.

The sound of the backyard door slamming shut made you lift your head up from harshly cleaning the stovetop. Jack walked in shirtless and with his hair a sweaty mess of curls. He had been looking for something in the garage all morning.

"Mornin' babe," he touched your lower back as he walked past you to the refrigerator. "I didn't know you were awake."

"Guess we've both been working hard," you said and swiveled your head back to the stove. "I'm almost done if you want to make some eggs or something."

"Nah," he responded, setting down his glass of orange juice down. "I have to meet up with the guys on the road."

"Oh?" You glanced at him as you put away your cleaning supplies under the sink. "I thought you were having a get together at the clubhouse tonight?"

"Yeah, but we got some things to take care of before Cage gets here."

Your shoulders tensed when he mentioned Christian. He noticed when he put his arms around you.

"You okay?" He asked, his nose between your neck and shoulder. "You seem tense. How's your new job going? That guy still giving you problems?"

"No," you shook your head and smiled when his breath tickled you. "I'm okay. Just tired."

"You sure?" He prodded. "I know Ruby asked you to help out with the party later. But you know you don't have to do that right?"

"I know, but I want to." You grabbed his arm as he brought it up to your chest and kissed his hand.

He turned you around and pressed his lips to yours. You grazed your hand over his abs feeling the strong muscle there and reciprocated the kiss.

He grinned and pulled your hand off his abs and pulled you to the bedroom.

"Mm," he moaned against your lips. "I have twenty minutes."

"I have thirty," you smirked.

—

Even though the club was a brotherhood, there was still a hierarchy and being the Vice President's old lady had its perks. Instead of helping the other old ladies to do the tedious work you got to order people around.

"Mark go get me another banner. I hate this one." Mark went off as you got up the ladder to take it down.

A second later, you felt a touch on your ass and laughed. Based on the motorcycles arriving a few minutes earlier you imagined who this was and decided to jump into his arms. But the smug face you were met with made you yelp out of his arms.

Christian Cage chuckled as he watched your face redden. His eyes followed your movements as you searched the clubhouse to see if anyone saw you in his arms.

"i thought you'd be happier to see me, love."

"You thought wrong," you snapped in a hushed tone and fixing your shirt. "Do us both a favor and stay away from me," you told him, eyes furious.

Christian smirked quietly and watched you start to walk away.

"Where's Jack? We have a lot to catch up on," his voice was teasing, the bastard knew you were afraid of Jack finding out about your one night of weakness.

You moved from your frozen state and approached him determinedly.

"I'm only going to say this once. What happened between us was a terrible lapse in judgement on my part. It will never happen again," you made to leave but turned to give him one last warning glance. "And stay away from Jack. He's not the same man he was before he went inside."

He smirked and you went back into the clubhouse and went to one of the rooms where the guys usually stayed when they didn't want to go home and tried to calm down.

—

Jack arrived with the club an hour later. You held your breath as you passed by Christian at the door front so you could go to Jack. Chances were that there wasn't going to be a warm greeting between the two men. And you wanted to offer at least some support toward Jack.

"When did he get here?" Jack grabbed your waist and looked over your shoulder to Christian briefly.

You kissed his cheek before answering. "An hour ago, he's been quiet. Is there something going on?"

You rarely asked about club business. Not that Jack ever answered your questions anyway. He had a strict barrier to what he allowed you to know.

"Nothing you need to worry about," he slid his hand down to catch your hand and walked you with him inside the clubhouse.

The guys were starting to take out their phones and leave them inside a box while they had their meeting. It was a precaution they all took. Looks like they were first going to talk business before starting the party.

"Looks good in here," he mentioned, looking over the party supplies and covered trays of food. "Real Martha Stewart of you, babe," he teased knowing you hated playing the housewife role.

"Shut up, before I get to spring cleaning your animal masks collection," you playfully glared at him and smacked his butt as he walked away.

He gave you one last look over his shoulder as he chuckled and dropped his phone inside the box before going inside the meeting room.

"Hey sweetheart, go sit down with the others and do nothing like the bitches that you are while I conduct my business," Christian snarked at you as he passed.

"Go fuck yourself," you spat.

"I rather you do it," he responded quickly and did a call me gesture before shutting the double doors to the meeting room.

You stood there for a second as your face flushed with anger. You hated that you let him get to you so you retreated to the bar. Hopefully some whiskey shots would help you calm down.

—

The club had been inside the meeting room for nearly forty minutes. Being that they had a full table and visiting club members it was likely they'd spend another hour inside. Especially if there was important business to take care of.

You suspected the club was going through another transition. The Jackson brothers were pushing for control. They had several men backing them including Christian. And that meant that he and Jack would be on the same side of the table again.

Suddenly a commotion was heard inside. You could hear several raised voices, including Christians laugh. The girls and other stragglers looked toward the doors that burst open.

Jack strode out furiously. His hair was a mess and he had spit and blood on his mouth. You jumped up to go to him.

"Jack, baby, what's wrong?"

He looked up at you and you noticed the fury in his eyes.

"You fucked him," he said, his tone was low and seething.

Your eyes widened as your heart dropped to your stomach. Tears brimmed your eyes as you stared wide mouth at him. No, no, why did he have to find out?

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I love Hangmatt stuff, or pretty much any of your writing. This is amazing🫶

Please continue!

Bruises on my heart for hangmatt?

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Bruises on my heart | Hangmatt | 993 words -> taster probably

Matt's holding onto him too tight. He knows he is, really he does. But something so deep inside of him won't let his hands let him go. Late at night he curls around himself, arms tight around his middle and Matt pretends that it's Adam's arms. Pretends that he's being squeezed tighter and tighter against his chest and if Matt closes his eyes tight enough, he can almost see the curve of Adam's back against the low light of the moon.

But he's never there. Not really, Even when Matt's arms start to shake and the muscles of his chest start to ache, Adam doesn't reappear and Matt has to let himself go. He gasps for air, acting like the wetness on his cheeks are stray, messy kisses instead of tears.

He showers before Nick wakes up. So he doesnt get stare at in the way that only his little brother can, like he's reading everything thought Matt's ever had. Matt jokes that Nick knows everything and Nick laughs and something inside Matt feels lost whenever he sees joy flash like stars across his baby brothers blue eyes. He doesn't make eye contact with himself as he changes in front of the mirror; why should he? He doesnt recognise the person who glares back, anger barely hidden in the downturned corners of wide eyes.

Even Okada pretends not to notice when Matt walks into the locker room, pulling on his suit jacket. He smiles and Matt raises his chin in a friendly hello before letting his body drop into a chair that creaks as Matt leans back, resting the crown of his head against the wall.

"Do you think Hanger will say yes?" Nick asks, quietly as he picks at the hem of his suit pants. He wraps one around his finger and Matt watches as blood drains under his baby brother's nail until the cotton snaps and color comes flooding back.

Matt opens his mouth, parts his lips slow enough that he feels the hinge of his jaw pop just under his skin. "I don't know Nicky." Matt answers honestly because Nick is gazing up at him through his eyelashes, sadness coating his face as his lips turn deeper downwards and his eyes shift back to the floor.

"I mean, he's gotta be right?" Nick continues after a while of silence. He drags the heels of his sneakers up towards him and Matt winces just a little. "We need him."

"No we don't." Okada pipes up, waving his phone at Nick. He barely stares up from the screen when Nick whimpers a little. "We're the new Elite." Matt doesn't like the way Okada's voice dips on the word New. Like it's a reminder, highlighted and pinned against the Buck's forehead. "We have Jack."

Matt presses the curve of his nails into the palm of his hand and sighs. He forces a smile onto his face, swallows the words that he wants to yell and simply nods. "Yeah Nick, we have Jack and Okada. Who says we need Hanger or Kenny anyway."

"We were gonna change the world together." Nick's voice is firm and flat and Matt knows that tone of voice too well. He stands slowly, rests his hand on his little brother's cheek and runs a finger across the stubble growing there, Nick leans his hand against his brother's cheek and sighs, looking over when there's yelling just outside.

They can't pick up on the voices, they're too muffled through the thickness of the door. Matt looks at Nick and Nick simply nods, turning his attention back to tying up his shoes. "I know you hate this Nicky, but please." Matt whispers, watching Okada from the corner of his eyes, "Things'll start to feel normal again, I promise."

"Right. Yeah. Whatever." Nick sets his bottom lip into a pout and shrugs himself away from Matt. Flinching when someone bangs on the door. Matt turns a little, instinct dragging him to stand in front of his baby brother as the banging gets louder, more furious.

Okada opens the door, keeps it pinned against his chest with the side of his foot. Matt catches just a glimpse; tangled damp curls flurry around broad shoulders and Nick moves, pausing when Matt puts his hand against his chest. Using his little brother as a shove off point, Matt walks towards the door and shoves it open wider.

"Hanger!" There's surprise hidden just under the joy that paints Matt's bright voice. He rests his hands briefly against Okada's shoulders, forcing him to back down. "Hi." Matt wants to cower just a little under Adam's cold gaze but he straightens back his shoulders and smiles, teeth glimmering.

Maybe Matt's showing off, just a little. Maybe he's trying to appeal to an Adam that's now hidden somewhere dark and cold. Matt doesn't know what he's doing but he smiles anyway, pretending that there's no goosebumps growing across his arms. "What brings you around here?"

Adam grimaces like he's in pain and Matt's fingers itch to reach up and brush against the heaving side of his chest. He can almost feel the hairs tickling the tips of his fingers as he tucks his hands behind his back. His head tilts and his eyes grow wide and his bottom lip trembles. Before he can pout, Adam sighs, something breaks in his eyes for just a second.

"I'll do it." He answers so quickly but it hits Matt's ears slowly and by the time that Matt has the idea to respond Adam's stormed away, the clicking of the heels of his boots echoing as he disappears. Matt feels himself brighten up under his skin,

Joy floods just under his skin and Matt chuckles a little, breathless at first as Okada taps him on the shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asks both the Bucks and Matt turns to his brother, watching as he smiles bright and wide.

Matt nods.

"I am now."

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