#go easy on me im rusty

[clairenatural]

Dean doesn't like the word "boyfriend." He decides this the second time Cas says it–the first time it was new, shiny, exciting. The second time, he fights the urge to cringe.

It's not the "boy" part. It's not. It would have been, for a long time, but he's dug all that shit up and unpacked all the suitcases. They hold hands in public. They kiss goodbye in front of his coworkers at the garage.

It's just–not enough. Not nearly. Jack comes home from hanging out with his friends and fills Dean on the gossip and his boyfriend and her girlfriend and–that's not them. "Boyfriend" feels like a cheap mockery. Like how demons used to tease.

He's heard "partner." He's heard it from Sam, to Eileen, but he doesn't know how he can stomach it. He's said that word too many times. I'm Agent Tyler and this is my partner, Agent Perry. This is my partner, Agent Page. My partner, Agent Stills. All lies. Sam says he likes it, that he's making it mean something real. Besides, Eileen loves it.

Good for them, Dean thinks. It makes his skin crawl.

So he sticks with “boyfriend” and he shrugs off the funny urge to protest every time Cas says it. It makes him happy, and honestly, it’s not like he has an alternative.

It’s a Sunday when he realizes that somehow, Cas does. They’re at the farmer’s market, like Cas is every weekend, but Dean had picked up weekend shifts and missed the past few. Cas is excited the whole way there, telling Dean about how he’d manage to befriend the local honey vendor in his absence, how she’d invited him to a beginner’s apiarist group she helps run. They beeline (heh) to the honey booth as soon as they get there, and the woman--Judith? Janice?--smiles up at them both, hands Cas a jar of honey like she’d been expecting him, and says “Oh, this must be the husband! I’ve heard so much about you.”

Dean stares at Cas. Cas stares at the honey. Judith/Janice stares at both of them, smile fading as the silence goes on a beat too long. 

Dean clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. The husband, that’s me! Ha ha.” Beside him, Cas relaxes, just barely. In front of him, the woman breathes an audible sigh of relief. “Sorry,” Dean shifts. “Just didn’t, um. Realize I was such a hot topic.” 

The smile he gets is almost sympathetic. “Oh, only good things. Here,” she hands him a business card. “You should also come out to our meeting on Wednesday. Lots of people bring their partners.” She leans in, almost conspiratorial. “Beekeeping can be wonderful for couples.”

It’s at this point that Cas clears his throat and finally looks up from the honey in his hand, evidently giving up hope on escaping this conversation. “Thank you, Janet.” (oh. Janet.) “Dean works late on Wednesdays, but I’m very excited to see you all.” He’s pulling out money as he says this, apparently deciding to just go ahead and end the entire interaction. He hands her the bills, grabs Dean’s hand, and is already moving away from the booth by the time Janet calls “See you Wednesday!” after them.

Cas drags him all the way back to the car without stopping for tomatoes, or Sam's carrots, or the free-range eggs that are way too expensive but Cas buys anyway because you can taste when the hen is well cared-for, Dean (whatever that means). They slide into the car, still not talking, and sit in silence for several long seconds. Dean stares at Cas, who stares out the windshield at the parking lot.

"I can explain," Cas speaks, finally, right as Dean was about to open his mouth and say anything to break the silence.

Dean pauses. Can you? Cause I feel like I missed a few chapters, he thinks.

"I don't work late on Wednesdays," he says instead.

"Oh." Now it's Cas staring at Dean, and Dean staring out at the asphalt.

He turns the keys. He drives them home.

Later, making dinner, Dean rolls the word around in his head. Husband. He's making his husband pasta (It's missing the tomatoes. He's made more with less).

Husband doesn't feel like a costume, like an ill-fitting suit and scratchy tie. It doesn't feel like high school gossip, or a monster trying to hit him where it hurts. It settles in warm in his chest.

It's just the two of them that night, and they're eating in the comfortable silence of the bunker until Dean clears his throat and brings it up. "Why does Janet at the farmer's market think we're married?"

Cas pauses, fork of pasta halfway to his mouth. He puts the fork down and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad," Dean hurries to clarify. "It's just that there's usually, uh. Steps, you know. Like a whole....thing."

"I'm aware." Cas sighs. "She assumed, seeing us around - the first time I spoke to her without you, she asked where my husband was. And I..."

"You didn't correct her?"

"...No. I, um." Cas is looking down at his plate again. He picks up the fork, still half-full of pasta, then puts it back down again. "I didn't want to?" He says the end of the sentence like a question but looks back up at Dean and squints just a bit, and Dean knows he's watching for a reaction.

"Uh huh."

"It felt trivial."

"To tell her we're not married?"

"To call you my boyfriend." For the first time, he stumbles over the word.

Dean blinks. "You--" he stops, brain processing too much information to finish that sentence. "Okay." He leans back in his chair. Sighs. Rubs a hand across his eyes and lets it drag down his face. "Okay, listen. I don't like boyfriend either, but we gotta...talk about it."

"We are talking about it. You don't like it either?" Cas leans forward as Dean slumps back, following him across the table.

Dean snorts. "No, man." He shakes his head. "It's been a decade. I've seen you die." Six times. But who's counting.

"I agree." Cas pauses, and then, as if it's the most natural conclusion in the world, "Will you marry me?"

Dean actually laughs at this. "You're asking me that now?"

Cas quirks an eyebrow at him. "I've grown quite fond of calling you my husband at the farmer's market. I'd like to continue."

Dean stares at him in disbelief. It's not how he'd pictured it going, but he also can't think of it going any other way. Slowly, he nods. "Yeah, okay. Let's be husbands."

Across the table, Cas grins at him.

"But we're getting rings," Dean points a finger at him, because something about this is going to be normal.

"If you'd like. Although I already told Janet that you can't wear a ring because of your work at the garage, and I don't wear mine in solidarity."

"Rings," Dean insists, and decides to overlook the rest of that sentence. For now. He stabs his fork into a pile of the pasta. "And let me stop for the damn tomatoes next time."

They get rings and wear them on chains around their necks. Cas puts a beehive on the hill, and there's a small ceremony in the summer - a "vow renewal" to Cas' beekeeping group, who all receive invites attached to little jars of honey. Janet gets the nicest one.

[doctorfunk]

[palladium-poisoned]

tfw your mom doesn't value your digital art so you just spent nearly two hours sitting on the kitchen floor so you could watercolor something for mother's day

[rev-tone]

PLUTO spoilers and also cw for flashing/strobe

[yandere-foods]

Is this still active??

You know what?

Sure. I've been trying to think of a way to make a come beck for a hot...well...while...

So yeah, I guess I'm going active again.

So by all means, ask away Anon. 😊😊😊

[inmaki]

number one sorcerer (and virgin) .

synopsis: req! in which your boyfriend — notorious for boasting about how good he is in bed — turns out to be all bark and no bite (until you give him some guidance, at least).

pairing: virgin!switch!gojo x f!reader

wc: est. 6k?

incl: unprotected sex, pull-out method, lots of dirty talk, a bit of teaching gojo, petnames, manhandling, size kink, clit play, praise kink, edging (himself), teasing, mocking, fingering, oral (f + slight m), cum swallowing

a/n: ty for awakening smtn in me anon it was nice to be writing a full fic again!! hope im not too rusty,, this is straight up filth tho so mdni

back when satoru and you were just friends, he liked to make it very clear to your circle of peers that he wasn’t just good at sex.

no, according to himself, he was some kind of sex god — to match his power level in sorcery, of course.

and obviously, who was anyone to think otherwise? the great gojo satoru; such a cocky and confident demeanour paired with angelic white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tall sculpted body that other guys at the gym double-take at. him..? a virgin? hah! good one.

satoru believes that he’s done a rather spectacular job at keeping his reputation sky-high.

the only problem was.. now he had a girlfriend with high expectations to please.

since the day you’d gotten together — going multiple months strong — satoru was starting to sweat more and more knowing that his rather crucial fabrication was bound to be brought up sooner or later. you had your needs just like him, and satoru wouldn’t blame you if you were a bit worried about why he hasn’t initiated anything; y’know, since he was supposedly eros in human form and all that.

little did you know your boyfriend felt equally frustrated. for slightly different reasons.

“bro, it’d be hot if she was a virgin, but me?!” flopping back against the armrest, gojo lets out a theatrical groan while his best friend — the only other person to know of his dark secret — snickers against the cushions nearby.

“everything’d be fine if you didn’t pretend to be some incubus that makes girls cum with a snap of his finger,” geto quips unhelpfully.

satoru lifts his head, sneering when he realizes that the raven-haired man was much too busy scrolling on his phone to notice how he’s resting a pair of dirty shoes on his white couch. “that would be pretty cool..” when he only receives a disgusted glance, he huffs, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable as his thoughts wander further. “how’m i even gonna tell her? what if she doesn’t trust me anymore?”

at last, suguru looks up with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “you know y/n isn’t like that. just.. wait for her to initiate something and go with the flow,” he advises, lips curling into a knowing smirk.

“you find a way to be good at everything, anyway, toru. she’ll be begging for you in no time.”

as usual, geto knows him too well, because those last few words have gojo shooting up from the sofa with a grin. “ya think so?”

“hell yeah, man.” the two idiots end the discussion by dapping each other up, a confident gleam in both of their eyes.

only a couple days later, satoru discovers that going with the flow isn’t as easy as suguru advised. with your plush lips sucking his bottom one through occasional moans, along with a delicate pair of nails scratching perfectly at his undercut, he already felt himself getting breathless and aroused like a teenager.

perhaps you’ve put him under a spell; how is it that he lasts through prolonged battles while barely breaking a sweat, but having your cute hand move to rub up on his abs and pecs send his nerves into overdrive? it wasn’t like making out wasn’t uncommon for the two of you, this time it just felt so passionate with the way your hips moved to straddle his, tongue practically begging for entrance while the movie on screen was left long forgotten.

gojo can’t help but groan as your muscle explores his mouth, core ever so smoothly grinding on his bulge and igniting heat through his entire body. even as you pull away to take a breath, his grip on your waist remains stable as if you’d disappear at any moment— growing even tighter with the way you bore into his eyes hungrily. “satoru..”

your unusually seductive voice makes him audibly gulp. “y— yeah?” he whispers, glancing to the hand thats now moving down over his grey sweats. shit, this was too much, was he dreaming? he should do something, pinch himself before—

“touch me, please?” as you voice your request, you squeeze his dick so nicely that satoru swears he nearly explodes in his boxers.

he swallows, words getting lost in his throat. “i— i uh...”

for the first time in history, satoru has been rendered speechless, and you visibly panic at this realization. yet when you try to carefully maneuver off his lap and give him space, the clutch on your waist intensifies. “what— are you okay? what’s wrong?” you murmur, brows creasing with concern.

though you never brought it up, satoru’s worry about your confusion was correct; you’d been expecting him to jump your bones a week into your relationship, but seeing how he never forced anything and remained respectful was cute.. at first. after a month of rejection and being pushed away whenever things got too heated, insecurities were bound to start brewing inside you.

he better have a damn good explanation.

“i’m fine,” he reassures, “it’s just— i should probably tell you something..” refusing to meet your eyes, the sorcerer resorts to drawing shapes against the skin under your t-shirt. in other situations, this would feel soothing, relaxing even — but currently, his lacking and lingering touch made you want to rip the hairs off your head.

all you wanted was to finally get a taste of your steaming hot boyfriend. what could he possibly need to say right now? you ponder, hasn’t he been dying to finally show off how amazing he is in bed?

“yes..?”

“it’s actually a funny story, ahaha..” he stalls, chuckling nervously as you turn his jaw to make eye contact. a feeling of impatience and neediness pulls through you, but you contain yourself with a deep breath.

“spit it out, satoru.”

there was no going back now, right? “so.. i’ve uh— i’ve never actually done this before.”

you blink.

“you’re a virgin?”

it was difficult to believe your own words; it sounded wrong no matter how hard you tried to wrap your head around it. satoru being inexperienced? the satoru with a rock hard 6 pack? the satoru with biceps that bulge out of his shirts and a face sharp enough to be sculpted by aphrodite herself? your satoru?

it sounded ridiculous, but the ugly pout rising across his lips tells you that it wasn’t a prank after all. “hey, don’t call me that, now it sounds way worse!”

a sigh escapes your lips, arms folded across your chest. “so all those never have i ever games and stories you told about one night stands were— mph!" before you know it, a large hand is covering your mouth.

“listen, how about we talk about this after having some fun?” a surprisingly determined gleam shines in your boyfriend’s icy blue eyes, making your thighs clench together in excitement.

who were you to say no to that?

—

next thing you know, pillows support your back as a shirtless satoru lies directly in front of your clothed crotch, hot breath making you wiggle around impatiently.

“jus— just take it off me, toru. so damn slow—“

“baby,” he scolds, looking genuinely upset, “this is my first time seeing a pussy in real life and you’re ruining it with your lack of patience.”

you can only roll your eyes and groan, head flopping back against the cushions in boredom. there was no way to predict how satoru’s first time would go, but you never expected it’d be this agonizing on your end — nor that he’d be so bossy.

though luckily, after another deep breath, your panties are gently tugged down your legs, and satoru can only inhale as he watches your poor hole clench around nothing. it only made sense that after all that dry humping and making out that your neediness increased, and it didn’t help that you could clearly see the way satoru was not only rock hard, but much bigger than average through his grey sweats.

“ooh.. oh shit..” like the invasive pervert he is, satoru moves even closer to the point where your thighs rest on his muscular shoulders before taking two fingers to spread your lips apart. this way, he has a clear view of the place that needs him most, and it makes a furious blush blossom on your cheeks.

“s— satoru.. what are you doing?” now you felt like the virgin, desperately attempting to shut your legs with no avail. damn this big idiot and his strength.

suddenly, his piercing eyes snap up to you, a feral look in his gaze. “shit, how’m i gonna fit in this little hole?”

you can’t deny the way his dirty words does something to you — not that you’d ever admit it. “that’s why you gotta prep me, toru. y’know..” you gulp, “fingering, or like.. eating me out.”

in response, you get a cheshire grin. “sounds fun. show me how you do it, sweets.”

“w-what?”

satoru leans back, attemping to hold in a mischievous smile. “how else am i gonna learn?”

even masturbating alone makes you flush in slight embarassment, so doing it in front of someone else — your cheeky, shamleess boyfriend no less — had you drowning in nerves. the bigger problem was that his words held a strong point; you’re supposed to be teaching him for his first time and ensuring it’s as enjoyable as possible.

these reminders make you mumble out a gentle fine, breath stuttering as you spread your legs further for the man in front of you.

satoru is now resting his weight on the palms of his hands, looking laid back and relaxed, but evidently still focused at the way your fingers move to unclasp your bra with skill. “damn..” as your tits are freed, he finds himself needing to adjust his sweatpants and nearly letting out a pathetic noise you would definitely tease him for.

you gulp, trying to ignore his blatant gawking. “it’s good to.. y’know, tease a bit before getting straight to it. makes it feel better — for me, at least,” you explain while massaging your chest, hiding surprise at the way he sternly nods in understanding.

now that you think about it, something tells you this is the most focused satoru has ever been in a learning environment.

after a bit more pinching and fondling, your hands slide down to your stomach and thighs, trying to get your breathing to relax. having gojo watch you do something so private was.. surreal, but you know for a fact you’ve never been this wet before, if that meant anything.

once you finally move down to your most intimate part, satoru takes a deep breath. he watches as you use your fingers to reveal a small bundle of nerves, pulsing and desperate for attention. “this is the clit, toru. s’very important.”

his eyes light up. “oh, i know that one!” he announces proudly, “i remember suguru saying i have to.. uh, worship it or something.”

you snicker at the thought of geto giving out sex pointers. “mhm, sometimes penetration isn’t enough, so you need to give it attention or i can’t really finish.”

gently, you start massaging the bud in circles, humming at the feeling of finally getting some type of relief. you move down to your hole to collect some of your wetness before bringing it back up, letting out a moan in satisfaction.

the way satoru licks his lips as you finally plunge a finger into your wetness has you shivering, but you remind yourself that for now, this was simply a demonstration and that you’d get a taste of him later.

after adding another, you attempt to reach your sweet spot by curling upwards, but it seems that even your hopelessly inexperienced boyfriend could tell that it was getting nowhere.

“aw,” he pouts teasingly, “lil’ fingers can’t reach anything, huh?”

“shut— shut up, satoru.”

before you know it, he’s moved onto his stomach again, face to face with your pussy and gripping your now soaked fingers. “you use these pathetic things when y’masturbate, huh? imagining my dick while having such tiny fingers up your cunt? kinda offended, babe..”

you feel your tummy flip, where did he learn to talk like that?

“do you have to be so vulg—“ you’re cut off by a choking gasp as a warm, wet muscle licks a stripe from your hole all the way to your clit.

“thanks for the lesson. ‘think i got it from here,” is all satoru says before he’s diving in, slurping up as much of your essence as possible before latching his plush lips right onto your poor little clit.

you can’t help but wiggle around at the jump in stimulation, but that only lasts about five seconds before a muscular arm presses you firmly against the mattress, rendering you trapped and unable to escape to his ministrations.

“hey, slow down!” your words are coincidentally yelped out right as he wiggles a much bigger finger into you. it explores your insides eagerly, caressing and feeling up what satoru believes will be his new favourite place.

“wow..” sluuurp, “so warm n’ soft in here..” he happily mumbles against your pussy. the vibrations of his now deeper voice shoot through you like electricity, eliciting another choked whine from your throat.

it felt like he was just toying with you; looking way too content drinking up everything you offered, fluid rushing down his chin and nose pushed firmly against your pelvis to inhale your scent.

suddenly, he’s jabbing his fingertip right into that pocket of sunshine that makes your eyes roll back, a loud whimper leaving your throat before you could stop it. “satoru, right there!” he swiftly seperates from your clit just to mumble out a here? in confirmation, prodding your sweet spot over and over in record breaking speed.

when you nod, he grins smugly, now adding another finger to stretch you further. “mmmph, this is pretty fun. could lie here all night.”

luckily, you barely process his words, much too busy enjoying the best finger-fuck of your life — and this was only his first time, you remember, what will the bastard do to you once he’s got some practice in?

a shaking hand tumbles into his snowy locks, attempting to pull him back weakly. “wait, m’gonna cum, toru—“

gojo growls almost animalistically, tugging your hand back onto the sheets. “then fuckin’ do it,” he demands. “c’mon, i’ve earned it, right?” then, he sucks even harder, fingers slamming and curling and making the loudest squelch you’ve ever heard.

“see?” he continues, “lil’ cunt wants to cum so bad for me. knows who 'er owner is already.” his filthy words definitely take part in the way your orgasm hits like a train, body shaking and toes curling as you let the feeling of bliss take over you. you flinch at how swiftly his tongue licks up everything you give him, the fingers in his hair tugging harder in overstimulation.

“toruuuuu..”

he simpers, tasting his cum-covered lips. “yeeees?”

“this— this is your first time, i should be making you feel good.”

slowly but surely, your eyes reopen, meeting your boyfriend’s relaxed gaze as he rubs your thigh affectionately. “dunno what you’re talking about, i felt pretty good just now.” when you only pout further, he snickers, pushing some of his bangs back smoothly. “c’mon, there’s lots of time for you to get me off later. m’ too excited for the main event..”

at last, he reaches for his sweatpants, more than excited to tug them down and finally give his aching cock some freedom. satoru doesn’t think he’s ever had a more painful boner in his life, but it was all worth seeing you release all over his tongue and fingers.

right as he finishes untying the knot, pale fingers drifting up to the waistband, you’re smacking him away to make room for your own hands. he watches with an open mouth as you pull his boxers down along with his pants, leaky, hard cock springing free and nearly hitting you in the face.

shit, of course his dick is perfect too. with a bit of white hair at the base, bulging veins adorned the entirety of his massive length, and the tip — shit, the tip was even bigger than the rest, mushroom shaped and angry red. his balls looked equally agitated and full — the epitome of breeder balls, and you gulped at the thought of him filling you up with everything they had.

now his question from earlier made sense, and he seems to be enjoying the realization on your face from his spot kneeling on the bed. “like what’cha see?” he coos, one big hand lowering to relieve the aching in his balls.

“toru, i don’t know if you’ll even fit. why— why do you have to be so big?” it’s annoying, you want to say — but the white-haired man has already laid back and manhandled you onto his chiseled stomach, a yelp escaping you at his suddenness.

he’s smiling so hard at your little dilemma that it’s almost sick, hands resting behind his head cockily. “tell me more while you ride me, baby.”

after processing that all you’ve been doing is feeding his size kink and inflating his already massive ego, you frown. “i’m serious, toru!”

“what!? i’m serious too!” the man defends with fake innocence, blue eyes shining in glee. “you’re the expert here, remember? ‘supposed to be teaching me how it’s done.”

all you do is grumble whilst moving down to sit between the sorcerer’s thighs, lightly prepping him with your fist and a dribble of spit from your mouth that has the white-haired male biting his lip. “fuck..” satoru can’t recall how many times he’s masturbated to the mental image of this exact moment, but now that it was finally happening, he promised himself to savor it as much as possible.

when you move to finally straddle him, hole hovering just above his length, he begins bucking his hips up desperately. “hurryyy…”

“are you in heat or something?” you snort, giving him a dirty glare as if you weren’t about to let him inside you.

“for you? yeah.” satoru offers you a cheesy wink and grin that dissipates the second your warmth encloses his aching tip. his hands slowly move up to grip your waist, jaw clenching in an attempt to not slam you down to his balls right then.

“ngh… fuuuck, baby,” he groans as you ever so carefully move down another inch. “jesus.. you’re sooo damn tight. dunno’ how you’re even taking me..”

you squeeze your eyes shut in attempt to bare the discomfort for him, a slight crease growing between your brows. “satoru, fuck— hurts..” he immediately reopens his eyes in worry, searching for a way to take your pain away.

yes, he could already tell that he enjoyed being meaner with you in bed — but it’s never fun if you don’t feel good as well. though he luckily recalls your lesson from earlier, moving a soft thumb down to massage your clit in tight circles.

when you jolt and nearly faceplant into his neck, he only grins proudly, now using one veiny hand to help push you further onto him. “theeere we go.. aw, feel better?”

“mhm, feels full..” you mumble back, looking down to see that you — unbelievably — still had a couple inches to go.

satoru feels like he’s about to burst on the other hand, thriving in pure ecstasy at the feeling of your walls massaging him just perfectly. he can’t help but thrust up and force his last inches inside you, an echoing smack! of skin against skin singing through the room and eliciting a startled yelp from your throat.

“toru!” despite your scolding, you can’t deny the perfection in which his tip kissed your g-spot effortlessly. his hands felt ever so soothing, comfortingly running up and down as you sat impaled on his cock, wiggling around to get comfortable and ruining him in the process.

just as you start to adjust, you feel yourself being lifted up. “m’ sorry sweets..” gojo suddenly voices, “i can’t..”

“huh? what do you m—ah!” you’re flipped onto your back before you know it, knees resting on the shoulders of your boyfriend who has a gleam in his pupils that you’ve quite frankly never seen before; he looked feral.

satoru carefully pulls out until only his tip is encased in your warmth, and everything is calm for a moment. you both take a deep breath, and he smiles down at your already fucked-out face with pride. “satoru—“

then he’s pushing back in with all the strength his massive hips can produce, and you think if it weren’t for his hands wrapped around your thighs, you would’ve got pushed off the bed entirely. you unintentionally let out the loudest sound of the night, and this sets him off.

now he was getting brutal, bullying your cunt with hit after hit against the spot that has drool dripping down your cheek and eyes crossing. you can’t even stop the pathetic noises and symphonies of right there! that leave your lips, no matter how hot your cheeks flush in embarrassment. it felt as though every time his dick jabbed back in he was right up in your tummy, veins pulsing and ensuring your pussy is molded to the perfect sleeve for him.

“toru, shit— nghh, faster, please! feels s’good!”

“nghh, toru, faster! ahaha..” he mocks you — of course he does, but picks up the pace nonetheless — now holding your lower body up so that your knees dangle higher over his shoulders and each stroke is angled exactly where you want him. “so cute when you’re gettin’ stuffed full, baby.”

he leers as you send him the harshest expression you can manage, reaching down for your clit and giggling as you start squirming in an attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure. this bastard is having way too much fun, you realize, moans being forced out of you almost tauntingly.

tonight you discover that satoru’s way of fucking is rather animalistic, frantic, thrilling, and with the sole purpose of making you both feel as good as possible. if you want him to go slow or make love to you, you’d probably have to ask beforehand — or perhaps tie him up so you could have your fun in peace.

if your insides weren’t being rearranged, you’d grin at the thought of your boyfriend restrained and at your mercy. another night, you promise yourself.

“tightest pussy ever f’my first time baby.. haah.. can’t believe i’ve been missin’ out on this.” for once, something praising comes out of his big mouth, breathes getting cut short every time you involuntarily squeeze him harder. he swears there’s no better feeling then what you were giving him right now, not even singlehandedly resurrecting himself using the reversed curse technique.

and while no injuries have ever left a scar on gojo satoru, he decides that the claw marks you’re ruthlessly digging into his back will stay as long as his body allows — why should he hide how good he’s made you feel despite being a virgin an hour prior?

maybe if he’s in the mood to brag, he’ll show them to suguru later.

“feels good toru, fuckin’ me so good,” you feel the way his whole body reacts to your praises, a deep growl melting from his lips as the sounds of skin slapping increasingly grows in volume.

“babyyy,” he pants, legs being held higher while he digs deeper into your guts, “m’gonna cum.. need you to cum with me.“ the twitching of his length inside you gave away the fact that gojo has practically been on the edge ever since he pushed into you — and while he knows it’s completely normal to cum prematurely on your first time, when has he ever not gone above expectations?

in a split second you’re flipped onto your hands and knees, veiny hands pushing you into a deep arch while your boyfriend gives his body a moment to relax, pinching his base (a rather perverted method he’s learned by edging himself while masturbating) between his thumb and pointer.

when you needily wiggle your hips in an attempt to find his cock again, he grins boyishly. “lookin’ for this?” he sings the words right before plunging his entire length back into you, abusing your g-spot while a lanky finger impressively finds the bud between your legs right away (a skill that most ‘experienced’ men you’ve previously been with fail to achieve), circling and pinching in a frantic attempt to make your orgasms arrive in sync.

“fucking hell.." you whine, the new angle making his tip bump against spots that have never been rubbed before. “can feel you so deep..”

“oh yeah?” his bicep pulls you up so your head rests on his broad shoulder, now victim to the filth being whispered directly into your ear. “m’ i doing good? fuckin’ this lil’ pussy nice and deep like she needs?”

when you nod, he beams like a maniac, seemingly encouraged to pound you even harder as his hips pick up the pace. “damn, ‘think i’m already a pro at this, huh?”

for the sake of your sanity, you ignore his bragging. “toru, don’t stop. i’m— i’m gonna..”

“you’re gonnaaa?” he derides, kissing the corner of your lip sweetly. “tell me, baby.”

“gonna cum for you, please.” satoru almost decides to fill you up at those words, but his self control is just a bit stronger. he feels the way your cunt is pulsing, body practically shaking as you get closer and closer to release, and he’s determined to help you reach it.

his thrusts get a bit sloppier, and you’re too busy basking in your own pleasure to see the eye-candy that is gojo biting his swollen lips, sweat dripping down his temples all the way to his solid abs, snowy bangs a tad bit moist against his forehead. he looked like the definition of temptation; straight out of a wet dream with stamina that seemingly never declined.

“me too, baby. c’mon, cum on this dick. s’all yours to ruin.”

you moan as you allow yourself to let go, toes curling and nails digging into his toned forearms ecstatically. “thaaat’s it, good girl.. ahah.. such a good girl f’me.” he talks you through it as if he’s done so a million times, both of you looking down to watch your release coat his dick and the crumpled sheets below.

at his praise, you squeeze him just a bit tighter, making his lips curl up in interest. “my girl likes being praised, huh? yeah.. doing so good makin’ a mess on me..”

he pulls out, carefully lowering you to the mattress before tugging on his dick in hopes of reaching his own peak. satoru forces himself to open his eyes just enough to admire the view of you fucked out below him, body shaking slightly as you recover from the intense waves of your orgasm.

“y/n,” he abruptly whines, patting your shoulder with a subtle urgency in his voice.

“..mhmm?”

“where can i cum? quick baby— please, i’ve been holding this for way too long—“ this has your body moving, eyes popping open as you swiftly bend down so your mouth hovers directly in front of him.

you replace his fist with yours as soft lips move to suckle harsly on his leaking tip, and now it’s gojo who has his eyes rolling back; whimpers flying out of his throat every time your tongue massages the delicate underside, sending visible shocks through his body. “fuck!” he can only curse and run his fingers through your hair for support while you pump him dry. “just like that, good.. haah.. good fuckin’ girl, shiiit.”

you’ve never seen your boyfriend — the strongest — look so pathetic and desperate, but it only spurs you on further, enjoying the way he continues to blabber about how pretty you are and how he’s gonna fill your mouth like he would your pussy. in response, you greedily hum around him, licking through his slit as if you were pleading the little hole to give you what you deserved.

and only moments later, satoru’s words become reality; though he attempts to keep revelling in the feeling of your warm lips and hands, his body stills in place instinctively, one last warning tumbling out of his throat as your mouth is flooded with rope after rope of bitterly sweet fluid.

it seems like your accusations about his breeder balls were correct, because once it starts it seemingly never ends; cum now overflowing from the corners of your lips as you struggle to swallow frequently enough to not choke on how much he deposits.

meanwhile, gojo feels like he is quite literally ascending, everything becoming unimportant next to you and the feeling of pleasure being forced through him like an overwhelming earthquake, pulse after pulse as you suck him for all he’s worth.

“thas’ right.. take every damn drop, baby.” when satoru looks down and earns a glimpse of the white fluid trickling down your chin, his dick twitches in your mouth. “god, you’re so sexy..”

once he was done, you both flop onto the bed in exhaustion, and while the vulnerable moment has utmost potential to become something cute and memorable, a certain blue-eyed bastard decides to open his mouth once again.

“what’re you huffin’ and puffin’ for?” he sasses, shamelessly eyeing the way your tits rose and fell with every breath you took. “all you did was lie there while i had a full body workout!”

you take a very deep breath. “i just let you put your dick inside me. shut the fuck up.”

at your reminder of what’d just occurred, he grins like an idiot. “you’re right, thank you.” they’re soft, but he ensures his words are as audible and genuine as he can make them.

satoru isn’t exactly the best with words, but he knows damn well that — despite all the bullshit he'd spouted at those parties — you’re the only person he wanted to have his first time with, and the fact that you allowed his wish to become reality is something he’ll forever be grateful for.

“i love you..” you soften. “even if you’re a pillow princess.” you stiffen again.

nothing could stay lovey-dovey with him for too long.

a fake cry is pulled from his lips as you rudely smack his shoulder. “i tried to ride you but you flipped me over after ten seconds!”

“it’s not my fault you're as slow as a fuckin' snail!”

somehow, you both make it to the washroom despite all the banter. just as you bend over in hopes of starting the shower up, a mean spank is delivered to your ass.

when you turn to meet the culprit, he only narrows his eyes at you playfully. “round two, m’lady?” it’s almost like his voice lowers on purpose, dirty words rumbling in his throat, knowing what it did to your body.

you do your best to send him a disappointed glance anyway. “day one of not being a virgin and you’re already the horniest man i know.”

after following you inside, his fluffy hair flattens from the steamy water before nudging you back, encasing you between him and the solid wall.

“i might be willing to overlook the fact that you know other horny men if you agree to some very loving, extremely intimate making out,” he requests with a smirk, sleek nose poking yours in a much gentler way than expected.

you still send him a distrusting raise of your brow. “only making out, huh?”

the dirty smirk he sends you is all you need to know, along with his hardened dick pressing against your thigh as he moves in to kiss you.

what have you gotten yourself into?

mlist! gojo showing off his back scratches! <- if you enjoy silly virgin gojo pls lmk in the reblogs, comments, or asks <3

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tags: @gojoallmine @allofffmypeaches @haitaniholic @pandoraium

[pazziescapism]

Break Our Ice - Chapter 1

pairing: paige x azzi

wc: 7.8k (what?? holy shit)

au fic what??, figureskater!Azzi x icehockeyplayer!Paige

fake dating, just like playful banter teasing relationship to lovers, basically paige and azzi dancing around each other

a/n: okay so!! first post/fic kinda nervy..AHAH all these great writers on here have really inspired me so yeahhh, I haven't written fanfic or really written anything in a REALLLYY long time so um yea im a little rusty ngl. anyway, the motivation needs to keep pumping so i would love to here some live reacts or just any comments and feedback, lwk unedited so like if u see anything just lmk so here goes nothing!! love y'all (wait also im from australia, yep, all the way down under, i tried writing this with like american spelling n what not cuz we use british english) - but if i made any mistakes again let me know <3

Over a decade of figure skating, and Azzi hasn't ever hit anyone with an ice skate.

She was currently considering it, but she figured that the fact she hadn’t was mostly a sign that she was a good person, on the account that she thought of it and was actively refraining. Surely, that made her a better person than someone who never had to resist the temptation.

“Thank you for that fascinating look inside your brain,” Caroline says when Azzi voices this thought. “I hope you see a therapist about these disturbing violent urges.”

“Nobody likes a backseat psychologist,” Azzi tells her, and twists away before Caroline can tell her she’s misusing the phrase or something unwaveringly supportive.

It’s easy to lose herself in the motions of this routine, which is a beginner practice she chose for a cooldown. And the quieter her mind gets, the less homicidal she feels, which is probably better for everyone all around.

“Oi,” someone calls from the spectator stands, and Azzi’s mind splashes red very briefly. “I just said we booked this rink.”

Paige, the potential victim of ice-skate homicide, is looking over the stands, her jawline clenched in a way that looks very lickable (but she very quickly buried that thought).

“Didn’t you hear?” Azzi says brightly, spinning away, one foot crossing gracefully over the other. “You aren’t allowed to book the rink on the first Saturday of the month! It’s free use!” She calls over her shoulder.

She spins back around in time to see Jana, the giant Egyptian on their team, straighten up to a full height of probably 6’2. “Oh, okay! Sorry to bother you!”

She turns to leave and is stopped by Paige’s hand gripping her shoulder.

“Jana,” Paige says, her eyes shutting briefly as if praying for patience. “Wisen up, huh?”

Azzi snickers, sliding nearer to see that angry jawline up close, but her fun is quickly spoiled by the sight of the hockey team coach approaching the rink, evidently coming to see what the hold-up was.

“Ah, well,” she says hastily, crossing to the other edge to exit the rink. “I tried!” She yells across the ice to where the team is, and she swears on her life she can see Paige try to hide a smile.

She meets up with Caroline in the locker room, because of course Caroline had left at the specified time instead of sticking with Azzi to piss off the hockey team.

It wasn’t that Azzi enjoyed it, really. She was just generally opposed to getting walked over. If the end result was that the delicious-looking vein in Paige’s neck began to show, that was only a side benefit.

(And if Azzi and Kaitlyn occasionally go to their games, Azzi will maintain to her dying day that it is actually to throw them off their game and not an attempt at manifestation.)

“A poked bear may stumble in its sleep but eventually its eyes will open,” Caroline tells her.

“Caroline, you really are a weird girl,” Azzi says. “Repeat that with real-life words, please.”

Caroline thinks this over. “One of those guys is going to snap and hit you one of these days,” she offers instead.

Azzi scrunches her nose in disdain. “You should be more worried about me snapping.”

“I am,” Caroline says. “I’m worried that them snapping will make you snap and then we’ll get banned from this rink.”

“Out of curiosity,” Azzi asks, swinging her bag of practice clothes over her shoulder. “Why are you getting banned in this scenario?”

“I wouldn’t cooperate with law enforcement when they came to arrest you,” Caroline says solemnly.

Azzi stares at her, strangely touched. “Thank you. I’ll try not to get arrested.”

This resolution is tested immediately after leaving the rink, which had admittedly not been in Azzi’s plans.

“Azzi!” Jayden yells at her, jogging over from where he had been standing by his car parked outside the rink. “Hey, Azzi, listen-”

“I’ll piss on your grave and listen to your corpse roll,” Azzi says, but only quietly and only to herself.

“I got two tickets to a hockey game a week from now,” Jayden says, catching up to her, smiling that horrible smile that makes Azzi want to knock his teeth out. “I got a lot of girls asking me to come, but I thought I’d take you out.”

“Oh, did you?” Azzi asks, as flatly as possible. She’s already walked to the bus stop, and now she’s stuck waiting there while Jayden talks at her.

“C’mon, we can make a whole thing out of it,” Jayden says, oblivious to the murderous vibes Azzi is projecting.

“Not interested,” Azzi says. “Take one of the girls.”

“Aw, but I want to take you,” Jayden says, almost whining. “Besides,” oh god here it comes, “you do kind of owe me, for the whole free rink access.”

There it is. There is how Azzi has been roped into accepting nearly every invitation this stupid bastard has thrown her way over the last few months out of some desperate attempt to try and buy his way into her pants.

“I owe your dad,” Azzi reminds him, though she knows it won’t work. “Who owns the rink. Not you.”

“You know my dad wouldn’t want you to turn this down,” Jayden responds, like he always does. “He wants us to get closer.”

Azzi, in no small way, owed Geno her career, a debt that mattered more to her than any other chain she was attached to. And, no, Geno would not want Azzi strong-armed into going on pseudo-dates with his son, but it would make him upset if Azzi started fighting with the bastard, which was bound to happen soon because Jayden did not like to be told no.

“I can’t,” Azzi says, more out of spite than anything else.

“Why not?”

“I-” Azzi licks her lips and stares at the pimple sprouting on Jayden’s chin as maliciously as possible. She hopes it explodes. “I have a girlfriend who wouldn’t like that.”

Even as she says it, she regrets it. She isn’t even sure why she said it.

“A girlfriend,” Jayden echoes, his tone incredulous.

“A girlfriend,” Azzi maintains, desperately committed to her sinking ship. “She’s kind of overprotective, really.”

God, she’s fucked the second Jayden asks to see a picture. Or by next week, when Jayden inevitably asks why her so-called girlfriend has yet to drop by when Azzi practices. And then she’ll have to explain that she lied, and then Geno will look at her all confused and disappointed like the time Azzi had basically melted the entire rink by accidentally turning off a master switch that killed all the power in the building, and then her career and all her professional relationships will be burned down and it’ll all be Azzi’s own fault because she can’t keep her mouth shut and deal with a couple hours with Jayden. And apparently she likes to self-sabotage.

Azzi feels like she’s going to vomit. She feels like the sidewalk she’s standing on is starting to cave in beneath her, like the sky is suddenly bearing down on her shoulders, too heavy to carry, so close to pushing her to her knees.

“Hey!” A familiar voice calls from behind her. “You forgot your skates!” Azzi manages to turn on shaky legs to see Paige jogging towards her in sweatpants and her hockey jersey. She’s carrying a pink bag that had been a present from Kaitlyn, which Azzi uses to store her skates when she’s taking the bus.

“Ah, Paige” she manages to say through the depths of her spiralling thoughts.

She’s got a light sheen of sweat on her forehead- she’s probably been practicing, Azzi thinks dizzily- and her shoulders seem especially broad with that jersey on.

“Here,” Paige says, holding the bag out. When Azzi doesn’t make a move to take it, she clicks her tongue and, in a shockingly gentle movement, pulls Azzi’s hand up herself, so that she can place the bag on her palm. Then Azzi takes it, clumsily adjusting her grip so she’s holding it properly by the handles. Her breath is still coming too fast, her lungs burning in his chest.

A heavy hand settles on her shoulder, fingers settling near the nape of her neck shaking her lightly so that Paige can peer up into her eyes. “Hey,” she says, in a voice so soft it could have given Azzi an instant warmth in her con other, much different, circumstances. “What’s wrong with you?”

Paige’s hair is in its usual braided style, always neat, yet effortless like someone hadn't even wasted a second of their time putting it up like that. She’s got nice eyes, Azzi's noticed them before. A sort of blue that pierces into your soul and stays there. Her eyebrows are currently pulled down low, making the skin of her forehead wrinkle. 

Jayden, who had been blissfully silent, up until now, decides to chime in. “Is this the girl?”

Paige steps forward, frowning. “Who’s this?” She asks, and she’s talking to Azzi but she’s looking at Jayden, and Azzi’s never been quite this grateful for Paige’s slight resting bitch face before. 

“Just a friend,” she says smoothly. “Azzi, properly introduce us sometime, okay?”

“Sure thing!” Azzi says, as nicely as possible, which makes Paige head turn towards him again. It doesn’t matter because Jayden is already slithering back into his car that cost way too much money, not to mention insurance premiums, making excuses about why he has to leave.

It’s only once Azzi can’t even see the fumes created by that hideous fucking car that she lets her shoulders drop, her forehead drooping to rest on Paige’s shoulders. A little voice in her brain pops up to tell her that, in normal circumstances, she would rather die than be this vulnerable in front of this girl. But right now, in these circumstances, Azzi has just barely avoided having a panic attack in public and Paige’s jersey smells sweaty but not dirty, and her shoulders are such a steady place to rest her tired head.

“Um.” Paige says, and then a hesitant hand is rubbing her back, up and down in comforting strokes.

“Thank god you’re so scary, p,” Azzi mumbles, fisting his hands into jersey material on both sides of Paige’s chest, unwilling to pull away just yet. Fortunately, Paige doesn’t try to move, just keeps running her hand down Azzi back. It’s oddly comforting, Azzi’s breath starting to level out again.

“Don’t tell me you were letting that guy bully you,” Paige says, disbelieving. “You? I once saw you make Nika cry. Actual tears!”

Azzi laughs, despite herself, and finally stands up straight. She reluctantly releases the jersey she had clenched in her fists, and watches the material stay gathered where she had grabbed it.

“It’s hard to explain,” she says. “And I think your teammates are looking for you.”

KK has, in fact, wandered out, her hockey stick held out in front of her chest like a protective barrier.

“They were probably worried we’d killed each other,” Paige says, and makes a gesture Azzi can’t see at KK, who beams and gives her a thumbs up before running back inside.

“She did look glad to be out of the crossfire,” Azzi says, amused.

“Ah, you scare her,” Paige says dismissively, and then looks at her carefully. “Hey, uh-”

Azzi’s not sure what she expected, but it wasn’t for Paige to step forward and chuck her under the chin. “Cheer up, alright?“

“You’re ridiculous,” Azzi says exasperatedly. She doesn’t say thank you, but she hopes Paige can see it in her eyes. Maybe not. Either way, Azzi thinks, watching the girl lope away, she had been a temporary solution to a much bigger problem.

“It’s not a problem,” Kaitlyn tells her that evening. Azzi thinks she might be rolling her eyes, but she can’t tell because her face is smashed into her couch cushion, so all she can see is the thin cracks beginning to line the fabric. Kaitlyn is prone to rolling her eyes when Azzi complains to her, so it’s a strong possibility.

“It is a problem,” Azzi says into the couch, not budging from her comatose position. “I’m never leaving my apartment again. My body will atrophy, and my flesh will rot, and you’ll find it here, on this couch, being eaten by flies.”

“You sure have a talent for dramatics,” Kaitlyn says, blatantly unsympathetic. “If figure skating doesn’t work out, I’m sure you have a career waiting for you in monologuing.”

“I think you would make a great Hamlet,” Caroline adds helpfully, perched on Azzi’s armchair like an overgrown crow, brown hair cascading how her shoulders. 

“Or the evil witches in Macbeth,” Kaitlyn says.

“I wish you guys were dead,” Azzi says, and rolls over onto her back so she’s looking at the ceiling instead. God, her ceiling is so fucking ugly, and she can’t even get it fixed because she’s never going to the Olympics, and she’s going to be poor and useless and tragically beautiful for the rest of her life-

“What is wrong with you?” Caroline says, and Azzi realizes belatedly that she’d been saying all of that out loud.

“I’m so fucked,” Azzi says, and her voice shakes more than she had meant it to. “What do I do?”

“You could confess you lied,” Kaitlyn suggests. “And say it was a spur of the moment thing, whoopsie.”

“And then what?” Azzi says glumly. “I’m stuck following Jayden anywhere he wants to go for the rest of his life, and being polite to him even when he starts acting like I’m some kind of Oliver Twist orphan his father took in and nurtured and I owe him my first born child”

“Christ,” Caroline says. “Just get your little hockey player to pretend she’s your girlfriend.”

Azzi sits up at that, tousled strands of hair falling out of her braids. “Are you completely insane?”

“I think it’s a good plan,” Kaitlyn says, unerringly loyal to the end. “You’re so smart, carol.”

“It’s an awful plan,” Azzi hisses. “What am I supposed to say? Sorry I’ve been actively antagonizing you and your team for a bit, please pretend to be my girlfriend to keep my career alive, and also if you notice I can’t stop blushing when you’re near me, don’t pay it any mind, I just think you’re really pretty?”

“Not exactly like that,” Caroline says. “But yeah, that’s the gist of it.”

Azzi stares at her for a minute, trying to will Kaitlyn to show some sort of outward contradiction. When it doesn’t work, she collapses with a huff back onto the couch. “I’m fucked,” she repeats.

KK the first one to notice her the next day, hovering awkwardly around the entrance as the team wraps up. Azzi remembers what Paige had said about KK being scared of her, so she tries her nicest smile, giving a small wave with her right hand.

“Hey!” KK says easily, coming up to her. She’s still in her hockey gear, but her ice skates are off. “Are you looking for Paige?”

“I am, yeah,” Azzi says slowly. “How did you know that?”

KK blinks at her, her head tilting slightly to the side in silent question. “You’re always looking for Paige.”

“Am not,” Azzi says, too defensively but she’s saved from hearing whatever KK has to say about that when Nika comes up to them, slinging an arm over KK’s shoulders, and making a mean face at Azzi.

“Don’t bully KK, her nerves can’t handle it,” Nika says and then takes a closer look at her face, and stops, eyes narrowing. “Woah, what’s wrong with you today?”

Azzi can’t imagine what she looks like right now. She has trouble sleeping at the best of times, and last night had been one of the worst. She had spent most of it lying on her back and picturing herself penniless and destitute, until the swirling darkness had seemed to take on a physical shape and that shape had started to laugh at her. By the time she’d gotten up, she hadn’t even had time to fix her hair, or cover up the dark circles that had formed under her eyes.

She pictures herself, her hair tangled and her skin greasy, and a new zit starting to pop-up over her cheekbone and just about turns herself around and walks out of the building all together.

“Azzi,” Nika says, “Azzi, Azzi, Azzi.” She’s waving a hand in front of Azzi’s face, concerned eyebrows visible through the gaps in her fingers.

Azzi flinches and smacks her hand away. “Listen,” she says. “I’m not in the mood to argue today. Is Paige here?”

Nika and KK have matching flabbergasted expressions, which is less than flattering. “You’re not in the mood?” Nika asks, like Azzi has just told her the Earth is going to get flattened by an asteroid in thirty seconds.

“I’m just-” It’s occurring to Azzi that this is possibly a really terrible plan and she should go home and think it over some more, without Kaitlyn’s cackling laugh in her ear, or at least come back with her hair brushed properly. “Yeah, I’m not in the mood, I’m gonna go, honestly-”

“No, don’t go!” KK says quickly, her hand lashing out to wrap around Azzi’s arm. Azzi stares at her dead-eyed, and she winces and repeats, quieter. “Don’t go, Paige’s just changing out. She took a hard hit today, so we let her off without helping clean up. She should be here any second.”

“Azzi?”

“Speak of the devil!” KK says, sounding relieved and steps fully away from Azzi so she can see Paige approaching them, a long bag slung over her back. Her jacket is nice, Azzi notices, an expensive brand Azzi sees at competitions sometimes. It’s zipped up fully, the black fabric clinging tight to every defined muscle in her arms and chest.

“You don’t practice here today,” Paige says. She looks concerned too. Azzi is getting a little tired of these hockey players looking concernedly at her.

Azzi can think of fifty million different things to say here. Maybe a ‘how did you know that?’ or a ‘what do you care?’ or ‘hey can I talk to you?’

What comes out of her mouth is, “are you okay?”

Because Paige’s got a red, swelling mark on her jaw, sure to darken into a bruise over the next hour. She seems a little surprised by the question, her eyebrows lifting. “Yeah, just took a hit this practice. It happens.”

“Right,” Azzi says, because she knows that, because she’s seen a hockey game before. She shifts from foot to foot carefully. She’s become horribly aware of how her tongue is sitting in her own mouth. “Happens.”

“Yeah,” Paige says slowly. She looks like she wants to check Aziz’s temperature. “Do you want to sit down?”

“No,” Azzi snaps immediately, her shoulders rising to her chin. “Do I look tired to you?”

The answer is yes, probably, and it would be right. Azzi is exhausted, and she does want very badly to sit down. Still, something in her eyes must show that Azzi is running low on straws to grab at, because Paige doesn’t say yes immediately, just pauses and shakes her head slowly.

KK and Nika are both still there, Nika draped over KK’s back, watching the two of them like she’s seeing a particularly rough tennis match.

“What are you guys still doing here?” Azzi says, irritated.

Nika only smiles insufferably, lips curling up. “There she is. All back to normal. C’mon KK, let’s leave them alone.”

Azzi watches them traipse off, her irritation rising inexplicably when she sees they’re holding hands.

“I actually fell when I got hit,” Paige says apologetically, distracting her. “So if you’re here to see me, I’m going to need to sit down. For my leg. Which hurts.”

Azzi fixes her in place with a hard glare, her feet firmly planted where they are.

Paige’s eyebrow twitches, just a little. She grabs her leg, completely unconvincing. “Ouch.”

The glare is getting a little hard to keep up.

“Fuck,” Azzi says, after a moment, feeling the burning frustration in her throat subside. It hits her suddenly, as her mind clears, what she must look like to Paige, and her lips twitch. Paige’s eyes widen in alarm and Azzi breaks into laughter, a genuine laugh, rising up from her chest, her shoulders dropping back down, her body relaxing like a puppet with its strings cut.

“Sorry,” she says to Paige, who is staring at her. “That wasn’t hysteria. Sorry. I just realized I was being stupid. Also, you suck at lying. Let’s go sit down.”

Azzi kicks absent-mindedly at the legs of Paige’s chair, too nervous to look up and meet her eyes. “So, that’s the situation,” she says. It sounds more insane when she says it out loud than it had when she’d practiced it.

“Sure,” Paige says. They’ve sat down in a dingy little fast food place next to the ice rink, empty at this time of day, which is good for professional athletes who need to discuss crazy people schemes in relative privacy. A packet of limp fries sits between them, grease saturating the packet, spreading in blobs across the thin paper.

“Sure,” Azzi mimics. Her kicking grows faster, the chair legs squeaking as she hits them harder and harder.

A hand wraps around her ankle the next time it flies to kick the seat and Azzi finally looks up to meet Paige’s eyes.

“If you break it, I’m not paying for it,” Paige says warningly, and then releases Azzi’s leg.

Azzi kicks the chair one more time for good measure and then sweeps her legs under her own chair. “Can you just say something?” She asks, trying to cover the flush rising to her face. “And if the answer is no, that’s okay, but just so you know I’m trusting you to not tell anyone else that I asked you-”

Paige runs her hands over her face, groaning, and for the first time Azzi notices that her ears are bright red.

Knowing they’re in the same boat makes her inclined to be kinder, and Azzi settles down in her seat, determined to wait her out.

“Alright,” Paige says. “We need to talk about this somewhere else. People could walk in here any time and the last thing I need right now is to become tabloid fodder.”

“Ah,” Azzi says knowingly, both of them standing up. “Olympics selection is coming up.”

“Yeah,” Paige says, scrubbing a hand through her hair, making it even more frizzy. “Also, I generally don’t like seeing my face on newsstands.”

Azzi considers that, as someone who also does not love to see their face on newsstands and even more so on tabloids yet somehow always ends up on them. Azzi used to really struggle with all the added media requirements but it seems that it just seems so come with the whole ice skating package. “seems reasonable..”

“Oh, that’s right,” Paige says, leading them out into the parking lot. “You’re always doing all those modelling campaigns. I guess you see yourself a lot, huh?”

Azzi smiles. “I took two medals at last year’s Grand Prix,” she says. “I’m in high demand, p”

Paige looks skeptical. “Oh really? Ask one of your model friends to date you for real.”

“Why do that, when I could hang out with you?” Azzi asks, cheerful once again. They’ve reached Paige’s car, which is apparently the more private place Paige had been talking about.

“The windows are tinted,” Paige explains, as they both climb into the vehicle. It’s a nice car, Azzi thinks jealously, trying not to stare too obviously at the smooth, expensive-looking interior.

“Do you think any of the players from your team are going to get selected?” Azzi asks, leaning against the passenger side window to look at Paige.

“Well,” Paige says, slanting a crooked grin in Azzi’s direction. “Me, obviously.”

As the smirk turns into a soft laugh Azzi feels her heart constrict and tries to remember how to breathe properly. “Obviously,” she says, and if it doesn’t sound half as sarcastic as she meant it to, Paige doesn’t mention it.

“Nika, too,” Paige continues, thoughtfully. 

“I guess I’ll see you there,” Azzi says, and watches the crinkle around her eyes make a reappearance.

“Why can’t you just use another rink?” Paige asks. “If you won two medals already, you can probably afford it.”

Azzi tips her head back and tries to think of the best way to explain this. “Figure skating isn’t like hockey, or football, or basketball. We don’t get contracts for the season. We get paid if we win, and the costs of equipment and training add up. A lot of professional figure skaters rely on their families, or work side jobs. Plus, we retire early, so I need to save up while I’m ahead.”

Paige is watching her steadily, blue eyes giving Azzi her full attention. Somehow, Azzi hadn’t expected her to be this good of a listener.

“And this rink is private, so no fans show up to watch you practice, and it’s near my house.”

“It’s near mine too,” Paige shares and Azzi stores that information away in a small folder of her brain with a picture of Paige’s face taped over it.

“That’s not even it, though,” Azzi continues. “Figure skating’s hard to get into, if you don’t have any connections. When me and my family moved here- our last city didn’t even have an ice rink. I learned to skate on a frozen over pond. When we moved, I used to practice before school, after school, weekends, whenever we could afford it. Geno set everything up for me, he got me a good coach, he made all the right introductions. I do owe him, whatever he might think about it. I don’t want to make him upset.”

Paige is silent for a moment and then slumps forward over the steering wheel, making a noise like a dog throwing up, her forehead hitting the top of the wheel.

“Paige?” Azzi says, immediately concerned. “What the fuck?”

Paige doesn’t lift her head up, just mumbles to the floor. “Have you just been secretly cool this whole time and I didn’t know it?”

It’s enough to startle a laugh out of Azzi, the second time today.

“I feel like there’s definitely a less insane solution,” Paige says, straightening up. “But I can’t think of it, so I’ll do it.”

“You’ll do it?!”

“Just said I would.”

“Oh my god,” Azzi says, beaming so hard her cheeks are starting to ache. “Paige, you are a lifesaver. I will never say anything about your hockey team again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. Do you want a ride home?”

Azzi nods, so incandescently happy, she thinks she might be glowing, practically bouncing in her seat as she turns to buckle her seatbelt.

When she looks back at Paige again, Paige is already looking at her.

Azzi blinks. “What?”

“Nothing,” Paige grinds out through gritted teeth as she starts the car. “Nothing.”

“By the way,” Paige says, as the two of them inch through the weekday traffic. “Why do you take the bus anyway? Aren’t you worried you’ll be recognized?”

“No one is looking for a figure skater on public transport, Paige,” Azzi says. “Besides, I never learned how to drive, I much prefer being a passenger princess.”

Paige looks over at her, incredulous. “You never learned how?”

“I was busy,” Azzi says defensively. “I’m only twenty-two, you know. And there’s lots going on in my life.”

“I wasn’t judging,” Paige says, “just surprised. I failed mine like three times.”

Azzi sits up straight in her seat. “Three times? How do I get out of this car?”

Paige tsks disapprovingly. “Relax, it’s fine. I passed in the end, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, on the fourth try,” Azzi mutters. “I’d probably pass the bar exam if I took it on the fourth try.”

“You are not funny” Paige says, but she’s smiling as she says it. “Better to try and fail than never try, right?”

“Personally,” Azzi says, as haughty as she can manage. “I’d rather try and succeed.”

When they pull up in front of Azzi’s apartment complex, Azzi is nervous again, fidgeting with the hems of her sleeves as Paige parks.

“Should we like,” she winces even as the words leave her mouth, “come up with rules, or a plan or something.”

“We could,” Paige says dubiously. “But if you say some corny shit like ‘rule one is don’t fall in love with me’ I’m gonna break up with you.”

“I wasn’t going to say that!” Azzi snaps. Then because she can’t help herself, she adds, “Anyway, that would be the last rule. For dramatic effect.”

“I can’t believe people think you’re scary,” Paige says. 

“Shut up,” Azzi says, ineffectively, as she pulls out her phone. She opens up her Notes app, and types in ‘Rules’ into the header.

“Nerd.”

“Hush.” Azzi types in ‘Rule 1’ and then stares at it.

“Well?” Paige prompts.

Azzi scowls at her. “Rule number one is don’t be mean to me.”

“Rejected,” Paige says, and unbuckles her seatbelt to settle a little more comfortably into her seat.

“Fine,” Azzi says. “Rule one is, we have to keep going for about two months. That’ll be enough time to convince Jayden the relationship is real, and for him to get off my case.”

Paige agrees, so Azzi moves on. “Rule two is you have to go with me to weekly dinners at Geno’s house.”

Paige sits up at that, alarmingly straight. “Every week?”

“Well, not if you’re super busy,” Azzi says, a little taken aback. “I can try to get you out of the first few, but we’ll definitely have to go to a few.”

“It’s just,” Paige pauses, and then looks at Azzi, seeming incredibly pained. “I’m like, a really bad liar.”

The earnest worry on her face is too much to bear, and Azzi turns her head to stifle her laughter into her shoulder.

“I can still see you laughing,” Paige says heatedly. “I’m serious!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Azzi says, still giggling a little. She holds up her hands. “Not laughing at you, I swear. I’ll do most of the talking, you can just sit back and nod along. I’ll tell them you’re shy.”

“Of course you will,” Paige says, shaking her head. “Fine, yeah, that’s alright then.”

“Rule number three is,” Azzi hesitates, trying to think of something that’ll annoy Paige to just the appropriate level. “Rule number three is you have to drive me home from practice everyday.”

She looks at Paige expectantly, hoping to see that thrilling neck vein start to stick out, but the other man just looks thoughtful. “I probably can’t everyday,” She says.

“Paige” Azzi says, staring at her, wide-eyed. “I was just kidding, I obviously don’t expect you to just drive me around.”

“I guess it depends on how our practice schedules line up,” Paige continues, like Azzi hadn’t spoken at all. “Send me yours, and I’ll see, alright?”

“Paige-” Azzi says, bewildered by how quickly this conversation has gotten away from her, but Paige keeps speaking.

“Rule four,” she says. “Since we’re already doing this, I have a family function to go to about two months from now too. If I do this, you have to come pretend to be my date for that.”

“Ooh,” Azzi says. “The Paige Bueckers can’t get a hot date on her own?”

“You’re one to talk,” Azzi says, impassive.

Azzi sticks out her tongue, but adds it down into her notes. She isn’t sure what to do with rule number three, so she leaves it on there, and then shows the list to Paige.

“Sure,” Paige says affably. “There we go.”

Azzi hesitates. “Just like that?”

“Do you want us to spit and shake?” Paige says, amused.

“Definitely not.” Azzi looks at the list of rules in her phone again, chewing on her lower lip. “Just like, should we sign something?”

Paige sighs heavily, and then holds out her fist, pinky finger extended. When Azzi doesn’t move, just looks at her, she wiggles the finger impatiently. “C’mon.”

“Just checking- Are you seven years old, by any chance?” Azzi asks, but holds out her pinky anyway.

Paige doesn’t respond, but her eyebrows furrow slightly in focus as she loops their pinkies and then touches their thumbs together. “There. Now we’ve pinky promised.”

Azzi wants to pull on this girl’s cheeks. She wants to chew on her cheekbones. She wants to take Paige’s face between her two hands, and pepper little kisses over her nose. “Yeah,” she says helplessly. “Pinky promise.”

Azzi shows up at the rink again the next day, late in the evening after practice, and Paige waves her over from a bench where she’s wrapping up her gear and stuffing it into a bag. She’s wearing the same expensive jacket Azzi had seen yesterday, and for the first time, Azzi wonders just how much Paige earns in a year. Their team is good, she knows that, so she imagines it’s a lot. Definitely more than she earns, Azzi thinks bitterly. Nobody so much as questions her approach as she makes her way over, making Azzi wonder what Paige told her team. They had never really discussed it, so she guesses it’s fine if they know that Azzi needed a fake girlfriend.

“What’s that face for?” Paige asks as she gets closer, so Azzi makes an even worse face, scrunching up all her features and sticking out her tongue.

“Gross,” Paige says, and she looks like she’s going to say more but Jana and Ice are both coming over, the two of them together creating an almost overwhelming whirlwind of energy. They don’t question Azzi’s presence at all, looking vaguely eager as they approach.

“Hi Azzi, Paige,” Ice says. “Are you coming out with us for drinks next week, Azzi?”

Azzi turns to Paige, who shrugs as if to say up to you. 

“I might,” Azzi says, uncertainly, and in an effort to be nice, she adds, “sounds like a real party.”

“The last time I was at a party was when my sister got kidnapped,” Jana says thoughtfully and Azzi isn’t sure which part of that statement should be addressed first.

“What?” She settles on.

“It was a search party, obviously,” Jana amends. “Not like a ‘ha-ha’ party. We were all very worried.”

“Sorry,” Paige says, looking as dazed as Azzi feels. “Did you say your sister got kidnapped?” 

“It was a misunderstanding!” Jana says brightly. “You know, KGB agents and stuff. She was alright in the end.”

“Good for her!” Ice says, evidently not bothered by this story at all. 

As the pair leave, Azzi turns to Paige and mouths kidnapped? Paige shrugs helplessly.

“What did you tell them anyway?” Azzi asks once the two of them are out of earshot. “About like- this whole thing?”

“About you propositioning me?” Paige asks, and Azzi winces at the word choice. “Nothing. I was going to lie and say we were dating if someone asked, but no one’s asked.”

Azzi pauses. “You were going to lie to your teammates for me?” She asks, feeling strangely warm at the thought.

“I would’ve tried,” Paige says, grinning. “I think I overestimated how much attention they pay to their surroundings.”

She pats the spot on the bench next to her. “Are you getting back from practice?”

“Yeah,” Azzi says, sliding onto the bench, so that she’s straddling it, facing Paige, one leg on either side. “Mats today.”

Paige hums a questioning noise, her eyes still focused on the tape she’s wrapping around her stick.

“When you do like jumps and stuff,” Azzi shares, feeling strangely shy. “You have to practice somewhere you won’t get hurt as bad before you try on the ice.”

“Can you get the same effect?” Paige asks, seeming genuinely interested. “Like, isn’t it different on the mats versus the ice?”

Azzi is struck, just then, by how strange it is to be sitting here, talking to Paige like a normal person, explaining the details of figure skating to her like they’re friends.

“Um,” she says out loud. “Yeah, it’s different. But it helps to get the footwork down.”

Azzi keeps talking, feeling like she’s separating a little from his body as Paige keeps working on her equipment, nodding along at all the right places, asking questions when Azzi stops speaking.

When Jayden slams a hand down on her shoulder, it feels like a sharp and unwelcome return to reality.

“I thought I’d drop by, but you weren’t at the bus stop,” Jayden says, in a stupid long coat that makes him look like three children stacked on top of one another. Azzi frowns.

“Paige is driving me home today,” she says, and Jayden turns to look at Paige who’s briefly paused her work to observe their interaction.

“So this is the girlfriend, huh?” Jayden says brightly.

Azzi nods, and stands up, moving to stand behind Paige, nudging her back gently. She feels a little jittery already, and she mostly just wants Jayden to leave, to let Azzi return to the conversation she had been having before he arrived.

“We actually have to leave,” she announces, and she can see Paige start to place her equipment into her bag again, starting to pack up. “Sorry to ditch as soon as we see you.”

“I was just wondering,” Jayden says, ignoring this, “because you guys don’t seem very coupley at all. Not to judge, or anything.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Azzi says sharply. “What does ‘coupley’ even mean?”

Couple things, she thinks desperately, what are couple things?

Her smile beginning to twitch at the corners, she reaches down and very hesitantly places a hand on Paige’s shoulder. Her face immediately begins to burn, blood rushing upwards so fast she’s starting to feel dizzy. That was so fucking stupid.

Straight-faced, Paige reaches up and pats Azzi’s hand. Pats it. Once, twice, and stops, returning to her task.

Azzi isn’t sure whether she wants to laugh or cry. This is where their attempt at public displays of affection ends, apparently. Azzi slowly lowering her hand onto Paige’s shoulder like she’s touching a hot stove, and Paige patting that hand twice.

She looks down to see Paige’s face and Paige looks back up at her, and when their eyes meet, Azzi can see that for once, they’re in complete agreement. We are terrible at this.

Jayden doesn’t seem to miss the terrible awkward exchange (it would be like missing an especially bloody train wreck, in Azzi’s opinion), judging by the narrowed suspicious eyes he’s aiming at the two of them.

“Strange,” Jayden comments, casually, so casually. “Azzo normally goes for brunettes”

That is both underhanded and untrue. She does not go for brunettes. Azzi doesn’t “go for” many people at all at all. People go for her. They might as well just show up at her house and form an orderly queue.

Azzi is currently less worried about the slander of her reputation and more worried about whether Paige would get worked up and hit Jayden over this.

“Really?” Paige asks, tipping her head back to look at Azzi for confirmation.

“I don’t chase,” Azzi says lightly. “I attract.”

Paige rolls her eyes, not meanly- something Azzi could mistake as fond if she didn’t know any better. “Well, there you have it,” she tells Jayden.

“She doesn’t like hockey players much, either,” Jayden says, clearly still on this. This part, at least, is true.

“Are you trying to ask a question?” Azzi asks, her tone biting.

Jayden is not phased by Azzi’s biting tone. “Just seeing if she’s really up to your usual standards,” she says, and Azzi wouldn’t even blame Paige if she hit him for that one. Still, she tightens the hand on Paige’s shoulder in warning.

Azzi shouldn’t have worried because Paige doesn’t even blink, just lifts her eyebrows, slightly sardonic. “Are we having a dick measuring contest? I would've brought my ruler.”

“Not a contest,” Jayden says, that fake smile slipping off his face. “I was just asking some questions.”

Paige snorts, continuing to pack up her gear. “Ask away.”

“Ask away later,” Azzi says hastily. “Because we have to go right now. No time for an interrogation.”

“Not an interrogation, either,” Jayden says, sticking his chin in the air. “Alright, I’ll go. Give you two some privacy.”

He looks at the two of them as though she’s expecting them to tell him to stay. When nothing is forthcoming, he turns on his heel and strides away, hands tucked into the deep pockets of that flaring coat.

“Looks like fucking Vader in that thing,” Paige comments, swinging her bag over her shoulder. “Cartoon supervillain.”

They start walking towards the exit, the small musty hallway that leads into the parking lot.

“You handled that surprisingly well,” Azzi says. “I kind of expected you to hit him.”

Paige glances at her out of the corner of her eye, that familiar scowl on her face again. “I’m not that easy to piss off. It takes a little more than that to rile me up. Give me some credit.”

Azzi stares at her, mouth agape. “Are we talking about the same Paige? You’re so easy to rile up. Incredibly easy. It’s thrilling every time.”

Paige comes to a stop, and turns to point a thick finger at her chest. The two of them are standing alone in the dark hallway leading to the exit door, one dusty light bulb flickering on and off above them. The bruise on her face is turning a nasty colour, unlikely to fade for another week.

“You,” Paige says, squinting at her accusingly, “are just a special breed of irritating.”

With that, she turns and walks away, leaving Azzi standing still behind her, watching her retreating back.

“Was that a compliment?” Azzi yells after her, not moving from her spot. The sound of Paige’s answering laugh echoes off the walls, bouncing back towards her, Azzi’s lips pulling up in response, as she runs to catch back up.

“Wait,” Paige says, once they’re in the parking lot. Night has already fallen, early in the wintertime, the pavement around them lit up by tall streetlamps, casting yellow light over their faces. “Here, I’ll get in the passenger seat, and you drive.”

“Are you sure that’s safe?” Azzi asks, not moving.

Paige shrugs, already moving around to the passenger seat. “Come on, the lot is empty, I’ll teach you how.”

“Do you even know how?” Azzi asks, reluctantly accepting the keys Paige is proffering towards her, “I kind of figured that you just annoyed the test takers with your persistence until they let you pass.”

“Bruh,” Paige says mildly. “Go on, get in.”

Once Azzi’s sitting in the driver’s seat, she just stares at the wheel. There seem to be an awful lot of controls.

She turns to Paige. “What now?”

“Well, first you have to buckle your seatbelt,” Paige says, and Azzi scowls.

“I know that.” She doesn’t move.

Paige sighs. She seems to do that a lot around Azzi. Then Azzi is frozen for a different reason, as Paige leans over her, one hand gripping Azzi’s shoulder as she reaches for Azzi’s seatbelt, smooth muscle shifting under her skin as she brings it over Azzi’s body and buckles it.

“Dear god,” Azzi whispers. Paige smells good.

“Relax,” Paige says, taking her mumblings for nervousness. “You can’t possibly mess up that bad.”

Azzi frowns. “How do you know that? I could be the worst driver you’ve ever met.”

“I doubt it,” Paige tells her. “I crashed the car the first time I took the test.”

Azzi stares at her. Then she starts the car.

“Right pedal is gas, left is brake,” Paige says. “You have to put the car in reverse to get out of the spot, and then press lightly on the gas.”

“Right,” Azzi says, and moves the gear stick accordingly before pressing on the gas. The car lurches forward, coming to a jerky stop right before hitting the curb in front of them, Azzi’s blood draining entirely from her face.

“So, that was actually drive,” Paige says calmly, one hand braced on the window. “Reverse is lower.”

Once Azzi gets used to the controls, they manage to go in large bumpy circles around the parking lot.

“How did you fail the second time?” Azzi asks, carefully executing another terrible turn.

“Try to stay on the right side,” Paige says, unbothered by the possible damage Azzi is inflicting on her car. “I almost hit a stop sign. They got really mad about that one.”

“I would be making so much fun of you over this if I wasn’t so tense right now,” Azzi informs her. "Remind me to do it later."

“Looking forward to it- make sure you’re slowing down before you turn.”

“What about the third time?” Azzi says. She presses too hard on the brake, and the car nearly comes to a full stop in the middle of her next turn.

Paige seems to be pouting, by the sound of her voice. Azzi debates taking her eyes off the road long enough to check. “I waited almost a full year before taking it the third time. I practiced basically everyday. It went so well, the instructor was telling me I was one of the best drivers he’d tested that year.”

Azzi snickers. “And?“

“And on the way into the test center parking lot,” Paige says, “I hit the curb. Automatic fail. They wouldn’t even let me test at that center anymore, I had to go out of the city. Never trusted a driving instructor since.”

Azzi gives up on trying to hold back and bursts out laughing. To her surprise, the car doesn’t immediately crash.

“You’re laughing,” Paige says, and her face is stony, but Azzi can hear the smile in her voice. “I share my deep, personal, insecurities with you, and you’re laughing at me.”

Azzi shakes her head, small giggles still escaping her. “Those poor test administrators, you must have made them miserable.”

She can imagine it very easily, a smaller, angrier Paige, marching into a testing center with the energy of a Marine off to combat. The thought makes her snort with laughter.

“You look pretty when you laugh,” Paige says, and it’s that soft, honest voice, so rare to hear from her. Azzi’s laughter breaks off as she turns to look at her, captivated by that gentle sincerity, so unexpected from this girl, so sweet to hear.

“Az- the brakes!”

The car rolls over a curb and comes to a slamming halt right before a small tree, the branches brushing the windshield, leaves already fallen off in the winter cold.

She called me Az, she thinks, and presses her forehead into the steering wheel and smiles- a small giddy smile, just for herself

[fabled-fiction]

✦ My Golden Guardian ✦

( Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader )

Summary: Bob has his first solo mission coming up. Leaving the whole team to wonder who is going to volunteer to join him to make sure things go smoothly. You’re avoiding the responsibility because you’re barely able to stay in the same room as him without short circuiting…but when Alexei figures out you have a crush on him he volunteers you to go on the mission with him…what could possibly go wrong.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: UHHHH maybe spoilers for Thunderbolts* (it's set after though so not really). Description of gunshot wound - blood and blood loss. Use of (Y/N).

A/N: I'M A LITTLE RUSTY. But Thunderbolts* has slingshot me back to the Avengers tower fic 2012 era and I just needed to write for Bob…I love him too much. I have more planned for this - just know this is a warm up fic (ignore that its 6.5k words)…okay ENJOY.

You had a serious problem.

Scratch that - you had two serious problems.

The first one being your ever growing, debilitating crush on your teammate Bob.

The second one being a certain someone that was currently staring you right in the face.

“You like Bob!”

Framing your face with your hands, you let out a long sigh as you try and curl in on yourself. You’re only halfway successful, anymore and you would have fallen off your stool. And you really didn't want to give Alexei ammunition for this barrage of embarrassment.

“No…no you completely misheard me…” You groaned, leaning your head onto the cool island counter.

You could not believe that you had let it slip. You had been so careful. It was easy at first, when you first met it had been in an incinerator meant to kill all of you so your main priority was to live. Not to swoon over the cute puppy eyed guy who made your heart leap in your chest when he kept introducing himself and trying his best to be helpful despite obviously not really having a clue what was going on. There was no need to address whatever spark you had felt in those few seconds when you and the rest of the team were trying to make it out of the O.X.E facility…alive. But then he proceeded to - at least what it looked like at the time - sacrifice himself so you and Yelena, Ava, and Walker could get away.

How could you not fall for the guy?

“Ah Ah Ah! I have good ears, I heard correctly! You said you liked him too much to be given individual assignment with him.”

“I don't think that's what I said.”

“No, I quote directly.”

“Ahhh Im not -”

“No, yes that is exactly how you said. Verbatim.”

The both of you stared at each other, having a sort of battle of wills. You stared down Alexei with an ever growing blush creeping up from your neck to your cheeks whilst he stared directly back, a growing smile and similar blush of satisfaction rouging his cheeks. 

Taking a beat, you met his eye before feeling your shoulders fall. There was no point in denying it.

“Fine…yes I like Bob.”

“YES!! I KNEW IT!” He cheered as he shot his arms up into the air, a laugh erupting from him as he jumped around.

“Hey! Hey!! Can you keep it down!? I do not need the whole tower knowing.” You whisper yell, shaking your hands at him. 

“Oh yes! Yes yes…shhhhh. Quiet.” He put a finger on his lips as he smiled at you. 

There was a second where Alexei just stared at you smiling. He had this proud look on his face as he walked around the counter island and sat next to you. His hand came to rest on your back as he watched you stare off ahead, seemingly preparing for whatever he was going to say next.

“Why have you not confessed to him? You both would make such beautiful couple.”

This got a quick chuckle as you ran a hand over your face.

You wished it was that simple. You really did. Then the aching in your chest could finally be alleviated every time he walked into a room. You would actually be able to focus on whatever assignment you were given instead of focusing on what it would feel to be able to hold his hand.

By the gods you were down bad for Robert Reynolds.

“I-It's not that simple Alexei. I'd rather not ruin…the team dynamic.” You mutter, beginning to pick at the skin around your nails.

He hummed next to you and you knew he didn't believe one word you had said. You knew he could read into people more than he let on. You supposed that was part of his charm, part of his dynamic in this odd found family unit. There had been plenty of times you had seen him giving a dad-ly speech to whoever needed it at the moment. Right now just happened to be your turn.

“I think you are scared to confront what is in your heart.” He reached forward, resting his finger right above your heart. The moment was sincere…for only a second.

Clapping both hands onto your shoulder, he smiles as he stands.

“But I am not! I shall help you confess your undying love for Bob! A love like this should not be hidden.” 

A cold chill ran up your spine as you quickly stood, watching as he began his leave of the kitchen.

“No Alexei, that really isn't necessary!”

“It is no trouble! I will be best wingman! You’ll see! You won’t regret!”

“Won't regret what?”

Both of your heads whipped towards the entrance to the kitchen, seeing Walker standing there in his training gear. He had a towel wrapped around his neck, but no visible sweat to soak it up. Either he was headed there now or attempting to show off how not tired he was. You were not in the mood to decipher or feed into his ego right now.

Alexei coughed loudly, holding out his hands to you with a smile.

“Our dearest (Y/N) here has agreed to go on Bob’s first solo mission with him!”

Going still, you watch as Alexei gives you a big smile. Walker looks between the two of you before letting out a big sigh and swinging open the fridge door.

“Thank God! Honestly I didn’t think I would have the patience to deal with him.” He laughed as he proceeded to look between the two of you, taking a rather large bite of an apple as his gaze stayed on you.

“You’re up for the challenge right? Cause I don’t think anyone else is…”

With a roll of your eyes, you gave Alexei a quick glare. All he did in return was give you two thumbs up while patting Walker on the shoulder. The super soldier stumbled a little, choking on air as he branched himself on the counter.

“Of course they are! This will be walk in the park!”

──── ✦ ────

It should be criminal, requiring a mission briefing this early in the morning.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you stumbled towards the conference room with a huff. You weren’t entirely sure why Bucky felt it was necessary to meet so early. Maybe it was the soldier in him. You remember some off handed conversation from a while ago about it setting the day off on a good routine. Personally you were more than okay with starting the day off by sleeping in a little longer.

Pushing open the door, you sighed as you took a look around the room.

Since it was the meeting regarding Bob’s first mission, you knew most of the team would be there to discuss. It was a big step for him, and even if everyone didn't want to say it out right, they all wanted him to succeed.

Bucky and Yelena stood side by side going over the documents, no doubt plotting the best route for success. Ava was being Ava meaning she was doing her usual brooding in the corner going through what was no doubt her fourth cup of coffee. You couldn’t imagine how tired she was having to be up this early whilst simultaneously keeping her physical body in check.

Before you could see where the rest of the team had decided to perch up, Alexei was in front of you with a folder and a cup of coffee. You gave him a once over before slowly taking both.

If you had been more awake, you would have been able to see what was coming next.

“Good morning! How you sleep? Good? Great! Here, let me sit you down so you can be ready for mission brief.”

Putting a hand on your back, Alexei took your arm and led you over to a pulled out chair. You could tell he had used some of his super soldier strength to sit you down and push your chair in, you had to steady your arm to keep your cup from spilling.

Suddenly he was on the other side of you, one had on your shoulder as he looked back and forth from you and…someone else.

“You both should discuss mission! Would be good preparation.” 

When Alexei pulled back, with a very strong slap to your shoulder, you finally saw who was in the other chair.

Bob sat there, rubbing his shoulder with a wince. He looked just as awake as you, with his hair tousled and clothes still wrinkled from sleep. When Bob met your eye you watched as he swallowed and gave you a small wave. You felt your heart skip in your chest as he gave you a small dopey smile. 

“Goodmorning.” 

You were too busy trying to catch your breath to see Alexei tip toeing away with the biggest grin on his face.

“Morning…How are you feeling about all of this?” Clearing your throat, your eyes flicker over him.

He shuffled in his seat, straightening his shirt as he reached and played with the corner of the document. It didn’t even look creased, he hadn’t even looked at the assignment. Probably out of fear, in truth you had been too nervous to open it as well. Whatever lay in that envelope would determine the course of Bob’s heroic career.

“Nervous…I know everyone will be watching…waiting for me to ‘void’ out or whatever…” 

You felt your hand twitch in your lap as you reached to take hold of his shoulder. He turned towards you with a look of curiosity. “Don’t worry. Whatever happens I'm sure you’ll do great.” 

Reaching for the document, you cleared your throat. “Plus, I’ll be there to help you out.”

“Wait, really?”

Taking a quick look over at him, he was giving you such a hopeful look. He straightened up a little, leaning forward on his elbows as he looked at you.

“Y-Yea…I v-”

“They so valiantly said they wanted to be one to go on mission with you!” 

If you could disappear right now at this very moment you would. Just poof out of existence the minute Alexei opened his mouth. Both you and Bob winced, before looking forward. He stood there next to Yelena with a big smile while everyone else in the room looked a little flustered by his sudden outburst. Walker even chuckled as he brought his cup up to his lips, before a heavy hand slapped him on the back making him choke.

“They will make a great team won’t they?” Alexei smiled, giving you a not so subtle wink.

Walker rolled his shoulders back, cracking his neck as he reached to pat off whatever coffee had spilled on him.

“Yeah sure, whatever you say…”

Looking over at Bob, you were sure the both of you were a violent shade of red. You gave him a short smile which he reciprocated as you two both sat up just a little straighter.

“Alright everyone, we’re already behind schedule so if we can get started.”

──── ✦ ────

It was a simple recon mission.

The two of you were gonna infiltrate a classified mountain base, copy and wipe their hard drives, then get out without them even knowing you were there.

It was specified that you would do most of the heavy lifting. Your background in covert operations would be the main asset to this mission. You would get yourself and Bob into the building, then hack the system and make sure every nook and cranny was scraped then trashed. Avoid interaction at all cost.

Bob was there mostly for muscle.

And to watch you work.

That was the part that made you nervous. The rest you could do with your eyes closed, and a hand tied behind your back without breaking a sweat. But the thought of Bob watching your every move made your hand twitch.

The both of you stood at the edge of the jet’s drop off. You were hovering there, waiting for the open window to drop down.

This was Bob’s first test and would kick start the mission. He was supposed to get the two of you down safely and without alarm.

“How’re you feeling Bob?” Fixing a strap on your suit you finally looked up to meet his eye.

“Fine…Yea y’know just the first time I'm using my powers since I nearly wiped out all of New York…so a walk in the park really.” He was flexing his hands at his sides, like he was trying to get a grip on the reality of the situation.

You let him breathe there for a second, giving him enough time to catch his bearings. But not enough time where he could possibly spiral. 

“If I’m not worried you shouldn’t be worried. This mission is just meant to test the waters…we’ll be in and out.” 

Turning his head to look right at you, he swallowed hard. “I just don’t want to hurt you if anything goes wrong…”

A chill ran up your spine. You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Anything you could say got caught in your throat, choking you on your own desperation. Hearing those words was something that you didn’t know you needed, it set something ablaze in your chest. You were clawing at anything inside of you to respond, to get him to say anything else. To not let this moment slip by, even if it wasn’t the most appropriate time to.

If you could just get the words out, you could tell him there was absolutely nothing he could do that could hurt you. That even though he was the god amongst men, you were devout only to him.

When your lips finally parted, when you felt your confessional finally reach the tip of your tongue the plane jolted. You couldn’t react in time, your feet catching on the other as you reached for anything to steady yourself. It felt like practically the whole plane turned at a sharp 90 degree angle, before you could steady yourself something else did.

Bob wrapped his arm around your waist, steadying the both of you.You squeezed your eyes shut waiting for an impact that never came. The air around you felt like a shield as he held the two of you there, holding just a few inches above the air. His hands gripped onto you tightly, like if he let you go the floor would fall out from beneath.

When you opened your eyes again, he was staring down at you with a golden gaze. One arm stayed wrapped around your waist as the other came to hold your face. His touch felt like fire on your skin, holding your attention on him. If you tore your eyes away it felt like you were to commit a sin.

“SORRY! TURBULENCE! EVERYTHING OKAY BACK THERE?”

His eyes snuffed out as he looked over to Alexei in confusion then back to you. You couldn’t help but notice that he had yet to let you go as the both of you touched back down.

“But we’re not moving?”

With a sigh you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Yea I don’t…I don’t know what to tell you. Let’s just get ready to drop.”

──── ✦ ────

Everything was going fine until it wasn't. 

Which is usually the case for missions that seem like they were going to be a breeze, but you just wished it wouldn’t happen on this mission.

Bob was able to land the both of you on top of the building, near the entry point mapped out in the briefing. Breaking in was a breeze, especially since Bob was able to just force open any lock that gave you trouble. The two of you walked in sync, your footsteps becoming one as you turned each corner with your head on a swivel. There was a lot of security here, and people practically at each bend. 

But with bated breaths and practiced steps you were able to get to the command center without incident.

You had only been in there for a few minutes when Bob came up beside you, watching as your fingers began to fly across the keyboard.

“So…what are you doing exactly?” He leaned in close, his shoulder touching yours as you typed.

You faltered for a second, your brain short circuiting at the contact. His breath fanned over your neck as he looked over your shoulder, beaconing your pulse to quicken. You took a second to take a deep breath and close your eyes, willing your heart to slow down. He was too close for you to not be able to hide how shaky your hands became, to hear how loud your heart beat for him.

“I-I'm just bypassing any security measures they have in place. That way when I begin the download nothing corrupts the hard drive. Right now I'm sorta just on the surface level of their database, trying to reprogram all security clearance through my own user so I don't set off any alarms within their system.”

He hummed next to you putting his knuckle on his lip like he understood. But you saw a familiar glaze run over his eyes, the one that people got when something went completely over their head. Sometimes you forgot that Bob was a civilian before all of this…

Slowing your typing, you threw up what you were doing on the big monitor. Nudging him with your elbow you pointed to where your cursor was.

“Since we want to get everything off their computers without letting them know we’re even here…I'm rerouting every employee login and account through one. Mine. That way no matter how high the clearance of any specific file I'll be able to grab it up without their system knowing any wiser.” 

“What’re you gonna do after that?” 

Pressing a few more keys, a progress bar came up on the screen, read at twenty-three percent uploaded.

“Well while we wait for everything to download, I need to install some sort of malware. Something that’ll delete everything including any trace that we were even here.”

“So what am I here for?” 

“In case anything goes wrong, you’ll be my golden guardian and punch a way out. Think you can do that?” You smile, trying to lighten the mood as you pull up the surrounding camera feed.

He gives you that same smile, the one that makes your heart drop into your stomach as he rocks back and forth on his heels. “Don’t worry. I've got your back.”

Giving him a once over, you gestured at the screen. “Y’know I could teach you this stuff…it's really not that hard once you get the hang of it.”

He looked at you like you had hung the world. You watched as his eyes flickered gold for just a moment as he processed what you had said. Turning back to your typing you tried not to give it away that that single look made you want to never break away with him again, you wanted to covet every iteration of his attention that you could hold.

“It’d be nice to have someone else on the team that knows this stuff.”

“Does Yelena not know how to do this?”

“Who do you think gives Yelena and the rest of the team the thumb drives that does all of the work for them?

This gets a laugh from him, one that makes your ears burn as you continue to type.

“That would be cool, I'll definitely take you up on that after we get back.”

“It's a date.” The words slipped out in just that order before you could reel them in. A chill went down your spine as you realized what you had just said. 

You could tell that you had taken Bob by surprise when you said that. His shoulders squared and rolled back ever so slightly as he straightened to look at you. He was still nervously pulling at his fingers but you had captured his attention.

You opened your mouth to say more - when suddenly the room was shaded in red. 

The both of you turned to the screen and saw a large flashing warning screen piercing your eyes. You reached up to shield them as one of your hands went to type on the keypad. 

“ALERT ALERT. UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS AT TERMINAL 3-2-4-8!”

“Fuck.” You whispered, your fingers beginning to make dents in the keyboard with how hard you were typing. 

“What's happening!?” Bob yelled, covering his ears.

You weren’t completely locked out yet. This was merely a scare tactic. They had realized where you were accessing the system but hadn’t been able to locate which string of commands was yours. The progress bar showed you were at eighty-three percent. 

You just needed a little more time.

“They found out we’re here. I should still be able to get everything downloaded but I just need a little more time.” 

Pulling open one of your pouches you pulled out a small SD card. You really didn’t want to upload the malware while you were still scrapping all the information but you couldn’t afford to wait any longer. You’d just have to hope that you could download the last seventeen percent before the virus infected everything in the facility.

Looking up you see Bob standing there like a deer in headlights. The red light seemingly being a personification of his anxiety, it painted every crease of fear on his face.

“Bob! BOB! I need you to reinforce the door.”

He shook his head, as if he was shaking all the anxieties out of his thoughts. “Right! Yup! On it!”

It took just a beat for the two of you to jump back into action. You quickly began stripping the terminal internally while Bob ran to pin the door closed. You were racing against your own software as you watched the malware start to eat up the server you were on. The screen started to glitch as you continued to type.

“Fuck…FUCK! C’mon.”

Looking up, you saw Bob pushing multiple desks in front of the door. He was stacking them atop one another, creating a mountain of protection to keep any of them from getting in. Bob let out a huff as he leaned against the pile.

“That should hold them. Hows it coming on your end?”

“Just…Give me a few more seconds…”

Right when the progression bar reached one hundred percent you ripped it out of the computer and held it up.

“I GOT IT!”

You should have known that this would be when shit hit the fan.

You were only able to see Bob give you a strained smile and thumbs up before the windows to the office exploded with gunfire. 

Glass flew in every direction, cascading over the desks as you dropped to your knees behind them. Covering your head you let out a scream as you tucked under the desk.

You heard Bob call out your name above the gunfire, a blur coming into view as he kneeled in front of you.

“Are you okay?!”

“Oh y’know never better! Getting shot at is my favorite way to end a mission!” You yell, giving a thumbs up as you slid the hard drive into one of your belt pockets. 

You weren’t prepared for this to happen. It was supposed to be a covert mission, they weren’t supposed to know you were here. You didn’t have any bulletproof anything on, you didn’t have any exit gear or counter measures you could use at your disposal…You were totally exposed.

Closing your eyes, you winced as you continued hearing the bullets rain down around you. You tried to make sense of every different sound coming from around you, from the metal banging on the reinforced door to the smell of smoke and gunpowder coming from the other side of the room. There were two loud bangs that erupted from behind, making you curl further into yourself. The room had surged into chaos around you, a chaos you weren’t able to escape it seemed like.

Then you felt a tender touch on your wrist, pulling it away from your ear. Slowly looking over you saw Bob now haloed by a light behind him.

“Hey! Hey! I think I found a way out. There's a door in the back. We just need to make a break for it.”

Even under a hail of bullets, Bob still managed to halt your every action with one gesture. He held his hand out for you, waiting with an expected gaze. 

“C’mon…”

When your hands locked together, Bob quickly pulled you out from under the table. He whipped you around to shield you from the bullets, tucking your head into his chest as he curled around you. You watched as the bullets just bounced off of him, landing just a few inches away from you. He didn’t even seem bothered by all the commotion like he was a few seconds ago, you could tell now his main concern was making sure you got out safe.

There was a pause, when the muzzle flares stopped and the sound of clips dropping filled the air.

“They’re reloading…Bob they’re reloading…GO NOW!”

The both of you started running, your feet pounding hard on the ground as Bob led you to the door. It felt like your two hands were more than interwoven. It was like they were sealed by the very grooves in your palms, fusing into one pulse. You could practically feel how hard his heart was pounding, it got louder and louder the closer you got to the door. Like it was telling you that you were almost out of harm's way.

If you could have just made it through that door without incident…

The door was bolted shut, that much was evident when it didn’t move an inch despite Bob’s pulling on the handle. His one hand remained with you, while the other smacked the door.

He was too stressed to even think about using his powers…

“Bob…Bob just breathe! Focus on pushing the door open. That's all you need to do!”

You felt a twitch in your ears when the familiar sounds of chambers being loaded ricocheted off the walls of the office. Turning your head back, you swallowed when the men that were behind the windows had seemingly disappeared, but you could hear the squeak of their boots. They were moving into a better position, a better vantage point that gave them a better angle on the two of you. 

When Bob looked back to give you a triumphant opened mouth smile, a burning sensation erupted through your side. You felt confused at first, a grimace making its way on your face as a searing pain shot up through your nerves. 

The air around you turned stale when you pulled back the hand you had placed on your side, and it was coated in your blood.

You were bleeding. You were bleeding from a wound that suddenly felt like a red hot rod was slowly making its way through your side.

You tried to catch your breath as you looked up at Bob, who had gone pale. His eyes were trained not on you but on your hand and your wound. They flickered between the two quickly, before slowly making their way up to meet your eye.

“Bob…Did I just get shot?” Your voice barely peaked above a quivering whisper as the pain reached your knees, making your joints buckle under the pressure of the pain…how fast it was coming on.

You braced yourself in his arms as he caught you, pulling you through the doorway as the sound of gunfire erupted in your ears once more. Had the pain amplified everything else? Those gunshots were not nearly as loud as they were last time they shot at you. You winced as one hand kept pressure on where you assumed the wound was, while the other cradled your head.

Bob quickly sealed the door shut, rushing over to your side. One of his hands came to press on the hand that held your wound, while the other cupped your face. Just like on the plane, his thumb stroked under your eye. The moment he held you, you forgot all about the pain that was tearing through your muscles.

“Hey…Hey…You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be alright…It's not even that bad really…” Bob kept muttering as he kneeled above you.

When he pulled his hand away from your cheek you were reminded of the pain again. You groaned as the pain made you writhe up into a hunched sitting position. Both hands now rested on the wound, as you looked around with squinted eyes.

Your mind was trying to recall the building schematics from the mission briefing…the rooftop access that led to a maze of hallways where the end goal was the office. Everytime your mind was about to remember the multiple routines planned for your exit a gush of blood would spill between your fingers.

“I can see those gears turning in your head. C’mon (Y/N)...Once you get us out of here you’re gonna be right as rain.” 

When he was right in front of you again, placing both of his hands on either side of your face it all came rushing back to you.

The door was right in the back of the office…to the left of the door you both came in…so if you were right this hallway was headed in the south west direction of the building. It would just be a maze after that…a maze you knew neither of you could navigate together given current circumstances.

“Okay Bob…I'm gonna pack and dress my wound while you…break a hole through the ceiling.”

It was like he short circuited. His eyes widened then squinted as he tilted his head and licked his lips. It almost looked like he wasn’t fully computing what you had just said, which drew a pained chuckle from you.

“Are you sure you haven’t lost too much blood? Do you know where we are right now? Quick, without thinking what year is it?” 

You gave him a shove as you began to pull gauze and medical tape from a pouch to your right. The bleeding had slowed but that didn’t mean much to you given that the pain had made your entire side go numb now…

“Im serious…Im probably gonna pass out within the next three minutes and the emergency evac won’t get there before that. So our next best option is for you to fly us out of here and to the evac point instead of trying to be covert and manage your way through this maze of a building.”

“Wait, you're gonna pass out before they get here?!” He whipped around, watching as you wrapped the tape around the gauze and your waist.

“My body is going into shock…” You mutter, your fingers beginning to tingle as you stumbled down onto your knees.

“Fuck…Okay…J-Just give me a second!” 

Bob quickly flew away from you, giving you quite literally only a second to press the panic button on your suit before he was in front of you again. There was a breeze that wafted through the hallway now, calming you ever so slightly as you let out a shaky breath. 

“C’mere…” Holding out his arms, he motioned for you to come closer. 

Slowly, you moved into Bob’s space. He reached forward slowly, pulling you into him. Letting him move your arms to wrap around his neck, he reached to hold onto your back before hooking his arm under your knees. You kept your eyes shut as you felt him tighten his hold on you, followed by a gushing of wind.

You knew exactly what was happening, and you did not trust yourself to open your eyes.

“DO NOT DROP ME BOB!”

You felt a chuckle rumble through his chest as the two of you came to a stop. The air around you held you close, brushing against your cheek as you dared to peel it off of Bob’s chest.

“I told you I’ve got your back. Everything is going to be just fine.”

Peaking one eye open, you saw him smile down at you. You let out a breathy chuckle as you felt him tug you even closer - if that was even possible.

──── ✦ ────

Something was pinning your arm down.

You were hyper aware of how your entire body felt right now, especially your side…where you were shot was sore but no longer on fire. You were tucked into what felt like a starched hospital bed. But you couldn’t make sense of why your left arm felt like it was pinned down by some weights. Nothing had happened to it to your knowledge.

Slowly you peeled your eyes open, smacking your lips together. After you managed to pull whatever was pinning your arm down off of you you’d need to get a glass of water. 

When you finally managed to turn your head, you saw Bob. To be more specific Bob was sleeping atop your arm, his body steadily rising and falling as he was practically hanging off the side of your bed.

Everything about the end of the mission was coming back to you now. How you put your life in Bob’s hands as he got the both of you out of harm's way and home. A small smile made its way on your lips as you adjusted ever so slightly. As much as you liked looking at him like this, you really wanted your arm back.

He must have sensed that you had woken up, because before you could peel him off your arm he lifted his head up. Your breath got caught in your throat as the both of you just stared at each other.

Bob immediately shot up, the chair he was (barely) sitting on screeching back into the wall. “You’re awake! H-How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” 

You laughed as you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, seeing Bob freeze as he waited for something to go wrong.

“Water…” You rasped, coughing into the back of your hand.

A bottle of water made it into your hand in record time, with Bob holding the back of it as he opened the bottle for you. With a slow swallow, you hummed as Bob put the lid back on and moved it over to the bedside table.

“How long have I been out?” 

He slowly pulled the chair back up to the edge of your bed, sitting right beside you as he rolled his shoulders back.

“About eighteen hours. We got back at around three am, they rushed you to surgery after that. Said you were lucky that it went clean through.” 

You nodded, glancing down at the edge of the bed he was sat at. He was picking at the skin around his finger nails, eyes not meeting yours as he recalled what happened with precision. Like it had been running through his head the entire time you were out. There was no doubt in your mind that this entire time that he was waiting for you to wake up his anxieties were eating him alive…

Your fingers twitched in your lap as you took a second to compose yourself before slowly sliding your hand into his. The warmth of your palm seeped into his as the two of you just sat there in silence, neither of you looking directly at each other but rather at the grip of your palms together.

You broke the silence first, your voice cutting through the tension. “You did a really good job Bob.”

“Ahhh, It was all thanks to your calm head. You really were the reason why everything went smoothly.” He muttered, his thumb running across your knuckles.

“Bob you’re the whole reason why I got out of there in one piece you know that right? You’re also the reason why we were able to get in and out without incident.” You lean your head down to try and catch his eye.

“Without incident.” He scoffs, looking to the side. But he didn’t let go of your hand, if anything his grip got tighter. 

“Bob…I hope you know that wasn’t your fault. Everything was going smoothly up until that millisecond where they got the jump on us. Did you forget you literally shielded me from a barrage of bullets seconds earlier? I was watching them just bounce off you with awe.” You chuckle.

He took a second to process what you said, his eyes staying on your hand before finally making their way up to yours. When his eyes met yours his sweet smile finally graced his lips again, making your cheeks go hot.

“Y’know that still shocks me that I can do that…”

“Dude I wish I was bulletproof! Would save me so much time honestly.”

This gets a laugh from him as he sits up straighter, running a hand through his hair as he looks at you with such a devoted look. “Says the expert hacker. Which reminds me, you promised me some hacking lessons when we got back.”

“If I remember correctly I believe I called it a date…” You paused for just a second, a warmth exploding in your chest as a foreign confidence found its way into your veins.

The blush that had been painting your cheeks everytime you found yourself in a room with Bob seemed to spread to him as he smiled at you. Or maybe he always had that rouge on his cheeks as you were just never able to see it past the burning of your own. 

When he opened his mouth to respond, another voice shook the walls.

“FINALLY! YOU AGREE TO GO ON DATE! I HAVE WING MANED SUCCESSFULLY!” 

Alexei stood there with his arms high up in the air, laughing as he looked between the two of you. He clapped his hands together before holding them out to bask at the two of you. Both you and Bob just sat there in shock, waiting for the cheerful Russian to reach a normal volume.

When he noticed that the two of you were both blushed deer in headlights left to his jests, he went stiff as he raised his hands in surrender. “Do not mind me. Go back to your confessions of feelings. I will be down the hall…Glad to see you are awake and well.”

If he could have left a puff of smoke shaped like him in his wake as he ran away, you were sure that's what you would be staring at now instead of an empty doorway.

There was a beat of silence, as both you and Bob slowly turned to look at eachother again. But instead of an awkward tension he only gave you a shy smile as his other hand reached to rub the back of his neck…with his other still holding yours.

“So…he agreed to be your wing man as well?”

“Oh my god don't even get me started on that.”

[homestylehughes]

wet dream

pairing(s): Luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: Luke wakes yn up during her wet dream, leaving her all embarrassed, but happens when Luke makes her dreams a reality?

warning(s): 18+ mdni. extreme dirty talk, oral fem!receiving, nipple play, slight edging. use of pet names, foul language.

word count: 2.1k

authors note: hi guys...long time no see. do you guys hate me?? be honest..LOL. kicking off my return to tumblr, with no other than some smut. now.. this has to be the dirtiest smut I've written yet, so i'm a little scared for this one. I'm also a little nervous that I'm rusty because I haven't written in a while. so hopefully it's good LOL. this song is based off of wet dream by wet Leg, I would highly recommend listening to it when reading. I've never written anything like this before so this was new for me but I love it, and you guys do too. okay this is getting long.. because you know I LOVE to yap. anyways. I hope you all are doing well, I promise I'm back and that I'll be putting more things out very very soon. much love always <3

I wasn't sure how I ended up on Luke's lap on the side of a back road in the middle of nowhere. But i don't think i have a bone in my body that cares, because the way lukes mouth feels on my neck is enough to make me lose all of my senses. 

“Luke shit” I moan out as my hips rut against his, as his lips trail up my neck. 

“luke..we should probably start to head home” i say, not wanting this to get out of hand in the car

“Why baby, I thought you were enjoying this?” He asks, his eyes locking with mine as he begins to pull at my shirt, exposing my chest. 

“Because we’re in the middle of nowhere, what if someone catches us?” 

“Baby, we’re in the middle of nowhere, no one is going to catch us.” he replies, as his hands work their way under my shirt, pulling it slowly up my body, and before I know it he's tossing my shirt behind him in the car. 

“Luke..” i say hesitantly

“What, I'm not doing anything..” he says with a small smirk, moving his hands to hold my waist as he looks up at me.

“Your making this hard for me” i say, trying to resist his touch, knowing im doing a terrible job so far 

“Then let me make it easy for you” he replies before pressing your lips together 

I can't help but kiss him back, my hands instantly moving to his brown curly locks, pulling myself closer to him. Feeling his hands slide up my back to my bra, his fingers sliding under unfastening it, pulling it away from my body. Luke's hands finding my breasts instantly, his fingers running along my already hardening nipples. He leans his head back against the headrest, licking his lips as he trains his eyes to my breasts. 

my body moves on its own accord as i push my chest into his hands, needing and wanting anything he's willing to give me. 

“Luke” i softly whine out

“Shh..baby. Im taking this all in.” he says cutting off your plead for more 

“It's nothing you haven't seen before” i retract 

“But everytime i see them, it's like the very first time over again.” he says before pressing soft kisses to the top of my breasts. 

“Baby you should see yourself right now..fuck.” he almost moans out before finally connecting his hot mouth to your nipple. 

“Oh god” I moaned, my body melting against his, my hips moving against his again. The feeling of his mouth on my nipple, his other hand needing and pulling at my other breast, as we both move together as one. I feel him everywhere, I need him everywhere. I'm almost sure that I can cum from just this, feeling my wetness pool through my jeans. 

“Luke..” i say breathlessly 

“What baby?” he asks, his mouth pulling away from my breast, a string of his saliva following his path. His pupils are blown with lust, his cheeks slightly pink, his lips swollen, and plump, as he looks up at me. Fuck, hes a sight for sore eyes. 

“I need you to fuck me..Please” i tell him, no long caring if we’re in the middle of no where, or let alone that you’re in a car. The only thing I can think about is how much I need him. Wanting to show him how much I need him I urgently press our lips to his, putting all of my want into the kiss, hoping he gets the hint. Luke picks it up instantly, his hands pulling at my hips rocking them harder against his.

I slide my hands under his shirt, raking my nails over his toned stomach, luke moaning at the sensation of my hands against him. pushing his shirt higher higher, luke pulls away for a second pulling the shirt from his body tossing it behind him before reconnecting his lips to mine. 

The kiss is hot, and nasty, teeth clashing, as our tongues fight for dominance, my hands tangling in Luke's hair, pulling him more into me, if that even possible at this point. I can feel his hands on the waistband of my jeans, his fingers working to undo the button, pushing their way into my jeans as he begins to push them down my hips. 

“Fuck look at you baby..looking all fucked out on my lap. This turns you on huh? Knowing we could get caught at any moment. Such a slut aren't you?” he says to me, his fingers dancing along the top of my underwear. I can only whine in response, my brain is too clouded with want and lust. I just push his hand close to my core. Just as he's pushing his hands past my underwear. But suddenly, it's like it all just stops. 

“yn..yn..yn?” I hear someone say from beside me, my body shooting directly up, as I push my hair out of my face. My chest rises quickly as I try to blink the sleep out of my eyes. 

“Baby are you okay?” I hear Luke ask from beside me, turning to him to see confusion and worry written all over his face, as I stare at him like a deer in headlights. 

“Yeah I'm okay, I'm sorry” I say, licking my lips, to try and gather myself. 

“Are you sure? You were moving around and making noises, almost sounding like you were in pain.” 

I was making noises? Oh my god, I can feel my face becoming hot as I bury my head in my hands, I can't help but laugh in embarrassment. 

“What??? Am I missing something here?” luke asks me frantically

“Luke..” i start pulling my head from my hands 

“Yn..” he follows 

“Promise to not judge me?” i ask 

“Yes, always” 

“I had a wet dream??” i say softly 

“A wet dream?” luke asks

“Yes, luke a wet dream, I'm really embarrassed and I would like to go to bed.” I say looking at the blanket in front of me, too ashamed to look at him. 

“That's nothing to be embarrassed of baby, people have wet dreams all the time, its normal.” he says, trying to make me feel better

“I know luke..but still im embarrassed.” 

“Was it a good dream?” he asks 

“It was a really good dream..” I sigh, wishing it was real. Wishing Luke didn't wake me before it got to the good part. 

“What was it about?” he asks 

“Luke..” 

“I think i have the right to know” he says, i can hear the small smirk in his voice without even looking at him.

“I can't tell you..” i hesitate once again

“Yes. you can. And you will” he says before pulling the blanket that covers my body back, before i know it, his hands are wrapping around my thighs, pulling me into his lap. Just like my dream. 

“Now you can't run, so get to talking. It must've been a good wet dream to wake me up at 3:45 in the morning” 

A wave of guilt runs through my body, feeling bad that I woke him up all because of a dream, but it's not like I knew I was thrashing and moaning in my sleep. 

“Okay” i sigh to him 

“We were in the middle of nowhere in your car and somehow you seduced me and I ended up in your lap and my clothes were off and it was getting to the good part and then you woke me up.” i say quickly, my eyes locked on his chest

“Oh..” luke says 

Oh??? That's all he has to say, you’ve got to be kidding me. 

“See i knew i shouldn't have told you” i say slightly upset but his lack of response

“Woah calm down. I'm processing this. My girlfriend just told me that she had a wet dream about us fucking in a car.” 

“we didnt fuck. You ruined that part of the dream, when you woke me up” i look up, pouting in his face 

“Well i'm sorry i was concerned you were getting eaten by a bear or something” he says with a smile, his response causing me to giggle. 

“Fine whatever” i say with a small smile on my lips 

“Where did we leave off in this dream baby?” he asks, moving his hands to my hips, his mood change taking me by surprise. 

“You-you had your hands in my underwear” I tell him. 

Following my instructions, Luke moves his hands to my underwear, toying with the band on the side before sinking his fingers completely inside, causing me to react instantly, moaning as his fingers slide their way into my wet core. 

“Fuck me..already so wet for me” he groans out 

“Luke..shit” I moan, dropping my head to his neck, as his fingers move against my clit, suddenly the room feels on fire, and once again I feel him everywhere, I need him everywhere. 

“Please don't stop.” I say to him, moaning in his ear as he slips a finger inside my pussy. 

“Always take my fingers so good” he grunts, his lips moving against my neck, sucking and kissing any exposed bit of skin he can. 

My hips move against his fingers, trying to chase any bit of a high that I can get. 

“Gonna put another finger in baby, can you handle that?” 

“Fuck yes please, i need it..” I whine to him, my jaw goes slack as he pushes not one but two more fingers into my dripping pussy, the only sounds that are reaching my ears are the sounds of luke's fingers moving in out of me, my wetness pooling down my thighs. And the sound of luke and I’s  soft moans and pants. 

“Kiss me please” I beg, moving my face to his, our lips meeting in the middle. Our lips begin moving together at a fierce speed, unable to get enough of each other. 

“Right there luke, fuck” i moan pulling back from his lips, as his fingers curl perfectly inside of me, hitting all of the spots that i need him too. 

“Feel good baby?” he asks, looking down at me with hooded eyes

“Yes, oh my god yes” i moan, my eyes locked on his 

“Move your hand down there and play with your clit, while i fuck with you with my fingers” luke says to me, almost demanding. Quickly moving my much smaller fingers, to my pussy, circling them on my clit. moans and whines begin to fall almost instantly from my lips as complete pleasure takes over my body. 

“Yeah thats it baby, take what you need from me” luke moans from below me, watching me fuck myself harder against his fingers

“Im gonna cum luke, don't stop please” i beg. 

“Keep your eyes on me while you cum, I'll stop. Got it?” he tells me

“Yes.” i frantically nod back in response 

One more thrust of Luke's fingers, one more circle of my fingers against my clit, and I'm coming undone before I know it. My fingers dropping from my clit, moving both of my hands to luke shoulders to keep myself up right as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. My eyes fight to stay open as my body thrashes and shakes against his. 

“Fuck” i say with the little voice that i have left, my eyes still locked on luke’s. 

Feeling empty as he pulls his fingers from my pussy, moving his hand in front of his face, seeing his fingers glisten in my cum, in the dim room. He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. I can't help but watch his every movement, my body already wanting more, of whatever he wants to give me. 

“Was that better than your dream?” he finally speaks

I quickly press our lips together as a response to his question. I can't help but moan as I taste myself on his tongue, pulling him into me by his hair, our chests pressed together. 

“We haven't gotten to the last part of my dream” i say against his lips 

“And what's that?” luke asks before placing another soft kiss to my lips 

“You havent fucked me yet.” 

“Well what am I waiting for?” he quickly says, before flipping us over, dropping me lightly on the bed. Where he starts to prove once again that he's much better than a wet dream. 

[harryslittlefreakk]

the one

summary: y/n runs into the last person she ever expected to see in the last place she ever expected to see him, bringing old feelings & hurt to the surface. based on the prompt: childhood friends to lovers

warnings: light angst, made up town, CHEESY writing, smut that’s more making love than fucking

wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: hi guys 💘 long time no see!!! GO EASY on me im rusty!!!

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The heavy wooden door creaked as it swung shut behind you, sealing out the bitter November wind with a low groan. Inside, the warm glow of amber lights bathed the room, casting long shadows over the oak bar and a few worn leather stools scattered around it. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and a faint hint of wood smoke. A couple of locals sat quietly at a table near the back, their low voices blending with the soft hum of an old jukebox playing a slow, bluesy tune.

“Thank God,” you muttered, the day’s tension melting from your face as the warm air settled around you. You let your head roll back, savoring the first reprieve from the cold. The chill that had reddened your cheeks and numbed your fingers slowly eased, the warmth brushing over your skin.

Winter was settling into Windermere, and you’d never gotten used to it. Your parents found a strange charm in the grey skies and biting winds, bundling up and going about their routines. But for you, it felt suffocating. Each year, November swept in like an unwelcome guest, forcing the town to become even smaller, with people huddled indoors, glancing suspiciously at anyone passing by.

The town seemed cloaked in silence, broken only by the crackle of fires and the crunch of frozen leaves underfoot. It was a season that left no room for secrets, not when every movement was magnified in the stillness. With everyone tucked away, the chances of slipping by unnoticed were slim, forcing your teenage rebellion to thrive in only the rarest pockets of solitude, under the cover of long, dark nights.

“Please, just something hot,” you said, voice weary as you rubbed your hands together, trying to coax warmth back into them.

The bartender eyed you for a moment, one eyebrow raised in amusement as he planted his hands on the bar.

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you,” he mused, reaching down to grab another glass.

Your head snapped up so quickly that your neck clicked, and you rubbed the sore spot as a frown knit your brow. You’d recognize that voice anywhere. He was older, scruffier, and somehow more devastatingly handsome than the last time you’d seen him. You blinked a few times, half-expecting him to be some kind of apparition conjured by the cold. But he was real. Your Harry was really standing in front of you, in the last place you’d ever thought you’d find him.

“I didn’t- I tried to find you,” you stammered, your voice catching as your gaze drifted over him.

He was taller now, his once-wild curls a little more tamed. Those same green eyes that seemed to cut straight through into your soul. His sweater clung just enough to his arms to hint at the strength beneath, and tattoos traced up both arms in intricate, dark patterns, curling from his wrists to disappear under the fabric, each one telling a story of the years he'd spent without you.

The decade you’d missed was written across him in lines and ink, yet somehow, seeing him now made you feel like that eighteen-year-old again, waiting for her best friend to realize he loved her too.

“If you’d looked hard enough, you would have,” Harry muttered, his eyes trailing over your face, taking in the flush of cold still lingering on your cheeks. Your lips pressed into a tight line as you dropped your gaze to the worn wood of the bar. You couldn’t tell him that you hadn’t found him because you hadn’t wanted to.

He was a reminder of a version of yourself you’d left behind - a girl who thought she had to earn love instead of knowing she deserved it.

He stood there, still holding the empty glass, his gaze traveling over every inch of you he could see. His eyes lingered on your hands for a moment, his expression hardening before he turned away.

Even through his sweater, you could see his back muscles tense, a reminder of just how much had changed. The unmistakable clink of ice hitting glass sent an involuntary chill down your spine, though you blamed it on the cold draft from the door. But deep down, you knew it was Harry’s presence that stirred something old and haunting within you.

He turned back to you after a few minutes, setting a mug of hot cocoa down in front of you. His hand was steady, but there was an unmistakable tension in his shoulders as he slid the glass toward you.

"Exactly how we used to have it. On the house," he said, voice low, eyes flicking briefly to meet yours before returning to a spot just over your shoulder. You hesitated, your fingers wrapping around the glass, the warmth dancing across your skin.

“Christ. Thanks,” you murmured, taking a sip. The burn of whiskey flooded your throat, a welcome contrast to the chill that had settled deep in your bones.

He still didn’t say anything, didn’t ask what you’d been doing all these years. Didn’t ask why you’d come back. There was a time when you were sure he’d have asked, a time when he would have read every expression, every flicker in your eyes as easily as a page in a book. But now, the silence stretched between you, thick and heavy, woven from years of things left unsaid.

"Heard you were getting married,” Harry said finally, his voice barely more than a whisper, as if he wasn’t sure he wanted you to hear. The words were hesitant, almost vulnerable, but his eyes had a guarded edge, as if they were holding back an ocean of questions. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, almost as if to steady himself.

“Not anymore,” you told him with a soft shake of your head, your voice barely carrying over the soft hum of the jukebox. You couldn’t help the way your eyes drifted over him, noting the subtle lines at the corners of his eyes, the quiet weight he seemed to carry now, like shadows that hadn’t been there before. He was still Harry - but this version of him was one you didn’t know. Or maybe it was you who didn’t know herself anymore.

“Sorry.”

“I didn’t know you stayed here, Harry.”

It was true. You didn’t know anything about him. You’d never asked your parents, though they would definitely be privy to what was going on in his life. They knew that whatever had or hadn’t happened between the two of you had contributed to the way you left, so they had made no attempt to keep you updated.

“I didn’t. Came back for my grandma’s funeral and the pub was about to be sold to a chain but no one could afford to take it on. So I did,” he shrugged, his eyes dropping to his feet as he spoke.

You sat back a little, memories of afternoons spent at this very pub flooding your mind. Trying to sneak notes out of the tip jar, Harry coercing his grandma to pass you both shots. “She loved it here,” you whispered, a soft smile on your lips as you traced a finger along the bar. “I had no idea she passed Harry. I’m so sorry.”

“Forty years of her life behind this bar,” Harry nodded solemnly, his jaw tense. “I couldn’t let it go.”

There was a glimmer of the Harry you knew when he said that. It was the part of him that first drew you in. He was cheeky, stubborn, but his loyalty to his family was unmatched. Beneath the external rebellion, he was sentimental and kind, the first to fiercely defend any of his loved ones, the last to leave one behind.

You had no idea how you’d ended up so disconnected from him. You’d only spent five minutes in his presence, but it felt like the first five minutes you’d ever spent with him.

For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The silence was loaded, more meaningful than any small talk you could have tried to fill it with. It felt as though one wrong word would break whatever fragile truce had settled between you.

Finally, Harry sighed, leaning his forearms against the bar, hands fidgeting with a bottle cap, rolling it over and over between his fingers.

“You left,” he said softly, as if the words themselves had been weighing him down. “And I waited, you know? For a while. I thought you’d come back. And then, when you didn’t…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

There was a long pause, each word sinking heavily in the quiet room, reverberating through you. You felt a pang of guilt - maybe shame - at hearing his side of it laid bare, the rawness in his voice making it hard to breathe.

“I didn’t know how to exist here,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt flimsy, inadequate, but they were all you had. “I needed to figure out how to do it on my own.”

“And did you?” he asked, something sharp and almost accusing in his tone.

You hesitated, because you weren’t sure how to answer that. Had you? The years had passed, but you weren’t sure you’d changed as much as you thought you would. You’d found your independence, learned to stand on your own - but there was still a part of you that had never let him go, that had held onto the version of Harry you’d left behind.

“I don’t know,” you said finally, the words tasting bitter. “I thought being back here would answer that for me.”

You turned away from him, your heart pounding as you glanced around the pub, taking it in. “It’s changed a lot in here,” you mumbled, never feeling less at home than you did in that moment.

“The whole town has changed.” Harry shrugged, his jaw tense as his eyes followed yours.

The atmosphere had shifted when you turned back to face him, an unmistakable tension settling between you. Harry’s gaze was hard, guarded and defensive, like he was bracing himself against something.

“That’s not a good reason to leave.”

“What?”

“That’s not a good reason to leave,” he repeated, arms folding over his chest. “Are you staying?”

“For now.”

“You hurt a lot of people,” he continued, his tone harsh, bitterness dripping from each word.

“I spent my entire teenage years thinking about everyone else. Selfishness isn’t a crime,” you shot back, pushing your empty mug towards him.

“It’s not. But that doesn’t stop it hurting people.”

You narrowed your eyes, leaning your forearms against the bar. “People, or you?”

Harry looked past you at the last patrons filing out, circling around the bar to see them out and lock the door behind them. The silence was thick, stretching through the distance between you.

“People,” he answered finally, those green eyes not quite meeting yours. How had it gotten to a point where you openly lied to each other? A tiny part of you thought that if you ever crossed paths again, you’d fall into your old routine, Harry with the cheeky grin and bad ideas, you with the doe eyes and willingness to follow his every move.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” you mumbled, pushing yourself off the stool.

“No.”

“What?”

“No.” Harry stalked back to the bar, a heavy hand slamming a bottle of whiskey down in front of you. “Have a drink with me, and tell me the truth. You owe me that much.”

You swallowed hard, your body tensing as he sat down next to you. “The truth?”

“Whatever was so bad that you had to leave without even saying goodbye.” His eyes were dark as you looked up at him, his fingers drumming against the bar.

“It’s not even important anymore,” you sighed, feeling the lie settle heavy in your chest. You took a swig of the whiskey, shivering as the heat slipped down your throat, trying to steady yourself. But he was watching you too closely, reading you like an open book. Before you could react, he tugged the bottle from your hands, his chin dropping to his chest.

"Pull the other one," he said, voice low. "Whatever happened kept you away for a decade. Did someone hurt you?"

You almost laughed, bitter and tired. He was looking at you now, his gaze sharp and searching, like he was ready to drag the truth out of you no matter what it cost. But you were lost in your own head, your eyes tracing the tattoos winding down his forearms, lingering on the familiar lines and symbols. He was exactly the man you had always imagined he’d become - steady, solid, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. But you had never expected to see it like this, up close, with your own eyes.

You reached for the whiskey, snatching it back from him and knocking it back with a grimace. “It was you, Harry.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, raw and unguarded. “Fuck. I realized I’d put my whole life on hold, waiting for you to notice me.”

He froze, his hand suspended in the air, and for a second, there was no sound but the creak of the barstool as he shifted, the slow tick of the clock on the wall. He scratched his head, his eyes falling shut as your words sank in. You could see him wrestling with it, with everything that had been left unsaid all these years.

“And running away was better than just telling me?” His voice was softer now, hurt creeping into the edges, and it made something twist painfully in your chest.

You shook your head, feeling a thousand things you could never say. “How was I supposed to tell you? Hi, Harry, my good friend, I love you, and I’m about to devote my life to you.”

“Something like that,” he muttered, a faint, bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He ran a hand through his hair, shoulders slumping as he finally met your eyes. The silence stretched again, thick with years of missed chances and the weight of what could’ve been.

You both sat there, lost in the quiet. It felt fragile, this moment, like the whole world could split open with one wrong word.

“It wasn’t just that,” you muttered, watching your feet swinging under the stool. “I couldn’t exist here anymore. It gets to a point where it’s suffocating.”

“But you really couldn’t just tell me?”

You met his gaze, feeling the warmth rise to your cheeks, your face hot with the blush that spread across your skin. His dark eyes held you, unblinking, and the weight of everything unspoken made your heart pound. He leaned forward, the faintest crease appearing between his brows, as if he was bracing himself for something he’d waited too long to hear. You tried to look away, tried to hide the vulnerability in your expression, but his gaze was unrelenting, drawing the words out of you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore,” you said, voice tight with restraint. You tried to keep your tone casual, but you could feel the way it trembled, betraying you.

“Why?” he asked, leaning closer, his face serious. His jaw clenched, a flicker of frustration in his eyes that he tried to temper. It was like he already knew what you were going to say, yet he needed to hear it from you, needed confirmation for the ache that had been buried under years of silence.

You took a shaky breath, steeling yourself. “It’s embarrassing, H.” Your eyes darted away, unable to face the intensity of his gaze. “I changed my whole life because of a crush. I moved somewhere where no one knew me because I was scared of everyone here knowing me too well. I got engaged to the first man I properly loved, and he still didn’t match up to you.”

Harry’s face softened, but he looked pained, his lips parting as though to speak. The vulnerability in his expression was raw, his shoulders stiffened with all the things he had wanted to say, to ask. But when he reached for you, you placed a hand over his, silencing him for a little while longer.

“I thought about you every day for ten years,” you said, feeling the words tear from your throat, your eyes bright with unspilled tears. “And now we’re just sitting here like strangers. Do you get that?”

He let out a bitter laugh, a rough, quiet sound that cut through the stillness. He leaned forward, elbows braced against the bar as if he needed the support to hold himself together. “Do I get it?” he repeated, his voice low and raw, his brows drawn in with years of buried pain. “I’ve lived the same ten years as you, except I didn’t get the privilege of knowing where the fuck you went or why.”

He looked down at your hand over his, and his fingers slowly closed around yours, his grip warm and strong. He was still, tension held tight in the curve of his shoulders, in the soft way his thumb brushed against the back of your hand, as if afraid the moment might slip away. He shifted closer, the space between you shrinking, and his other hand rose slowly to your face, cupping your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whispered, breath catching in your throat. You could feel your pulse quicken, every nerve alight with the nearness of him, with the intensity in his eyes, softening into something tender, something hesitant and aching.

“What I should’ve done years ago,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in, his eyes searching yours until the last second, like he was giving you a chance to pull away, to stop him. But you didn’t. His lips met yours, hesitant and gentle, as though he were savoring every second, every taste. You could feel him melt into the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The moment you kissed him back, he exhaled against you, letting go of some tightly held breath, and the kiss deepened, grew more urgent. His hands moved down to your waist, strong and steady, pulling you closer against him. You could feel the heat between you, the years of longing pouring into this single kiss.

When he finally pulled away, his breaths came rough and shallow. Without a word, he tugged his sweater over his head, baring his skin, the tattoos winding over his chest and arms like stories you’d never gotten to read. Your fingers traced along them, the tip of your nail gliding over the ink, and you could feel his pulse quicken under your touch.

He smiled faintly, but his expression grew serious again as he leaned down, brushing his lips along the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. His arms wrapped around you, his hands sliding down to your hips, lifting you up onto the bar with ease. You gasped softly, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist as he tugged your skirt up, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

In that moment, you were no longer strangers. His face softened, his eyes warm and almost reverent as he looked at you, a quiet promise in his touch that maybe, finally, there was nothing left between you but the truth.

Harry’s mouth found your inner thigh, his teeth clamping down on the sensitive skin. “That’s for leaving me behind,” he murmured, his breath warm against the sting. He moved to the other one, his teeth nipping at you for a second time. “And that’s for making me wait a fucking decade.”

Your breath comes out in shallow moans, your hands planted on his shoulders. That damn butterfly tattoo, the one he’d always told you he would get, almost taking flight as he pants against you, his eyes darkened with lust.

He leaned in closer to your core as you widened your legs, his nose nudging against the wet spot on your panties.

“Ten fucking years,” he repeated, his voice husky. He looked up at you with a plea in his eyes, waiting for you to allow or deny his next move.

“Please,” you whispered, your hips bucking against him as he reached out, pulling your panties aside with a quick hand.

Your gaze landed on the window, the dim lights practically inviting passers-by to peep inside and catch you in the act. But when Harry’s mouth found your slick, you couldn’t bring yourself to care, for the first time in your life - whether you became the town gossip or not.

His movements were rough and unrelenting, his fingers spreading you open as his tongue flicked against your clit, appreciative murmurs vibrating against your skin.

As if he could read your mind, his thumb took over the pressure on your clit, rubbing circles against the nerves as you writhed. His tongue licked at your slick with an intensity you’d never know before, his free hand slipping under your jumper to grip at the curve of your waist. Tingles spread from his touch, the lust taking over your body as pressure built in your core.

Without warning, Harry pulled away, pulling your legs around his waist as he stood up. A needy whine fell from your lips as your high dissipated, the soft skin of his abs rubbing against your entrance.

“You made me wait. You can’t handle it now?” he murmured, his lips warm against your neck, the whiskey still hot on his breath.

He took the stairs two at a time, the ancient wood creaking under his feet. You looked around the apartment as Harry weaved through the dark, brushing against tables and knocking over a stray glass, too focused to care. The room smelled faintly of him - whiskey, smoke, and that earthy, familiar scent you couldn’t place. It was messy, cluttered with books and clothes, but your heart warmed with an odd sense of belonging the moment you crossed the threshold. Your clothes came off at some point during the journey, a trail of knits and underwear reminiscent of Hansel and Gretel’s, but one that would only lead you to the person you were before you knew how it felt to be fucked by Harry Styles.

He stumbled slightly, caught himself, and half-laughed, his hands steady on you as he dropped you onto the bed. You landed with a gentle bounce, your heart racing, heat building in your chest. You needed to pinch yourself in case it was all a sick dream. All those days of stolen glances and lingering touches that meant nothing and everything, all those years wondering where he was and what lucky woman hadn’t run away from him.

For all those years, you’d told yourself he was stuck in your head because of the what ifs. What if you stayed, what if you’d forged a life together, what if you hadn’t acted on hormone-driven impulses.

Harry was intense, magnetic in a way that made it impossible to look away, but the idea of actually being with him had always felt like a distant dream. And yet, there he was, breathing ragged and close, his weight settling beside you, hands resting on either side of your head as he held you in place with a gaze that felt as if it could unravel you.

“You really want this, don’t you?” he asked, voice low and edged with that same maddening confidence that had drawn you to him in the first place. His tone was challenging, almost taunting, but there was something vulnerable lurking in his eyes.

You took a breath, feeling a knot in your chest loosen as you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Always have.”

His smirk softened for a moment, something unreadable flickering across his face, and you could sense the weight of all the things he’d never said hanging thick in the air. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, and this time, there was nothing held back - no restraint, no hesitation. Just an undeniable pull between you, finally given permission to break free.

“One condition,” Harry rasped, leaning down to press kisses across your bare chest. “When you leave, you keep in contact this time.”

“I will, Harry. I swear. If I leave,” you grinned up at him, your nails scratching at the base of his head.

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he traced a path down to your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin. “If?” he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and disbelief. He pulled back slightly, catching your gaze with a look that was both playful and deadly serious. “I’m not planning on giving you a reason to run.”

You felt the weight of his words, the lost time between you settling heavy in the air. He wasn’t going to make it easy.

“I won’t this time, I promise,” you whispered, fingers tightening around his neck, pulling his lips to yours, praying your kiss would convey how deeply sure you were.

Harry looked at you for a long moment when he pulled away, studying your face as if trying to memorize every detail, as though he wasn’t sure you’d really stay.

His eyes dropped to your tits as he reached down to stroke his cock, pulling his lower lip into his mouth as his thumb grazed over the wet slit.

You pawed at him impatiently, biting back the whimpers that threatened to spill out of you as he lined himself up at your entrance with one last look into your eyes.

You felt your life altering in front of you, your trajectory changing to what it could’ve been a decade before, fate pulling you and Harry back onto the same path, the one your should’ve always been on.

But when he pushed himself into you, that familiar pressure tinged with pain, the feeling of being filled like his cock was the missing fucking piece - your mind was clear. You wrapped yourself around him, your body fighting to be as close to him as possible, your moans syncing to his thrusts.

“Harry,” you whimpered, mouth falling open as his free hand found your clit again, drawing your body back to how close it had been to climax.

“I know, baby girl. I know,” he rasped, his voice strained as he fucked into you, his thumb unrelenting as it worked at your bud, his strong body overpowering yours.

Your hips bucked into him, your legs starting to quiver around his waist as you writhed and jerked, your moans mixing with the deafening slaps of skin-on-skin contact.

“It’s mine, this is mine,” Harry growled, his possession tipping you over the edge. His. That was all you’d ever wanted to be.

Your orgasm came on strong, your body tingling and tensing from your head to your toes, your fingers clamping around his shoulders, your back arched into his chest.

Your walls were fluttering around him, your pussy desperate to milk him for all he had.

His thrusts grew sloppier, his control slipping as he stared down at you, committing the image of your high to memory, the first thing he’d want his mind to see when he woke, the last thing he’d see before sleeping. His hand slipped under you to the curve of your ass, angling your hips to allow him deeper, his cock hitting spaces you didn’t even know you had.

“This is just the warm up,” he grunted, pulling his cock from you at the last minute, his come spilling onto your chest, your lips curling into a smirk.

“I think there’ll be plenty more of that,” you whispered, pulling his lips back onto yours, barely unable to kiss him with the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

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LnDS HCs: Sylus (General HCs)

HI! I HAVE TOO MANY HEADCANONS FOR SYLUS SO PLEASE TAKE THEM!! THEY WILL DEFO NOT BE ACCURATE COME JULY BUT STILL IM USING WHAT SCRAPS OF INFO I HAVE RN AND IF HE TURNS OUT LIKE THIS APOLLO GAVE ME THE GIFT OF PROPHECY

IF THIS IS INACCURATE I WILL COMMIT CHAPTER 4 OKOK

GENERAL HC DUMP / PREDICTIONS (MAYBE DONT COUNT ON IT)

Okay, we all agree he comes off as the type of guy that would burn the world for you.

BUT!

Big but here.

I don't think he's a terrible boyfriend or anything. In fact, he genuinely does love you.

I believe, me personally, you are the one weakness this man has and he will treat you with care. Is the way he treats you rough around the edges and comes off a little different than most? Yes.

But he won't ever actually hurt you. He watches you from afar like a silent protector to make sure you aren't hurt, even using his Evol to make sure you STAY alive.

I personally think he might actually treat you kinda like one of his men, like an equal in terms of "you can definitely handle yourself and I know you're strong", but he'll still keep an eye on you just because you're that important to him. He trusts you.

...okay, so like, maybe not completely trust you because let's be honest here, you're kiiiinda prone to trying dumb shit on him, but it's funny. He'll forgive it. The smug bastard.

From what I've seen, he comes off cool, suave, knows what he's doing. Cocky.

Bad boy. He's a bad boy in all sense of the word.

He knows what he's doing, he's confident, he's charming. Knows what to say and do. He's also a CEO so dealing with people? Basically easy for him.

When it comes to you? He will flirt. Because he likes getting a reaction out of you.

I bet he teases you a TON. You hate him? Good. At least you have him in your thoughts.

Love is war with him. You try to scheme? He already has a counter. Man is 100 steps ahead of you, but just likes seeing you make a complete fool of yourself.

You know when he gets the upper hand he'll have that signature smirk of his that just screams "kiss me to shut me up and I'll consider this your win".

You thought Rafayel had an ego? Nah. NAH, THIS DUDE HAS AN E G O.

Sparring sessions with him are very likely. He'd probably be like "alright, but not going easy on you" or something cocky like that with a smug smirk on his face.

Man genuinely treats you as his equal though when training. Teaches you everything he knows and points out some techniques you might be rusty on.

Rizz is off the charts. He's lived in the N109 Zone and breathed it for so long. He's a sweet talker, so be prepared for him to know how to make you melt.

But also, he will actually spoil you. Will he make you work for it? Yes. He will give you an entire runaround (make you say please, make you verbalize it, etc), but he does it because he loves you.

You are genuinely his soft spot, and I CANNOT stress this enough.

The things he does in the dark are things he does FOR YOU. His reason for being REVOLVES around you, you just don't know it yet. Don't let him being the leader of Onichynus get to your head—he has method to his madness.

[swftbqrnes]

As a secret mission.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem! reader.

Warnings: Mentions of fighting, weapons and a bit of angst. (author being rusty after not writing in like 6 months or more?)

Summary: Inspired by the song "I Can See You" by Taylor Swift, where you and Bucky have to pretend to be a married couple, but with all the tension and keeping your relationship as a secret mission, should be easy.

Note: OMGGGG! I can’t believe I’m back *sobs* it’s been a long time, right? Hopefully I’m not so rusty. Remember that English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistake. Sorry for making it two parts but it was so long as It was, I’ll promise it’s gonna be worthy.

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-I say you are dating Steve- Wanda said spinning the spoon inside her coffee cup.

-No, she is dating a shield agent- Natasha interrupted the conversation making you laugh.

-Please tell me you’re not dating the spider boy- Yelena implored at you while serving to herself a bowl of cereal.- ´cause, you know, wouldn't that be illegal?, I don't want you to go to jail, you’re my сестра.

-Yelena, what, come on!- you said- Peter is like eighteen, of course im not dating him, as a matter of fact, im not dating anyone.

The three girls laughed that all the other avengers turned around to see you.

-Girls, come on, just because i got to the room a little late yesterday, doesn’t mean I’m dating someone!- Your eyes met with Yelena trying to get her on your side, which didn’t happened, she just stared at you trying to get the truth out- Ok then, what makes you think I’m dating someone?- you had to change the subject or you’ll burst with the truth.

Your friends looked at each other and started with the theories ‘you only listen to Taylor Swift love songs’, ‘why the perfume daily?’, ‘all of your social media posts’, ‘You smile way too much’, ‘getting up before anyone else and sneaking in back way too late’, ‘suddenly you had missions every now and then’ .

-Do you need any more theories, yn?- Wanda said chuckling.- You know, I can read minds, so either you tell us or we find out on our own.- She said moving around her fingers, showing off her powers, making you back away.

Your sisters gasped and started to chant- read her mind! Read her mind!- over and over for a few seconds.

Luckily you were saved by the bell, well, by Tony Stark

-Hey girls, enough with the tea party, time to get to work, this mission is crucial for the operation.

Making you take a step back from the kitchen island and get to the couch, your girlfriends staying there.

Meanwhile Tony was preparing some stuff from the meeting with FRIDAY, the rest of the team arrived to the living room; Scott sat next to you, Steve was leaning on one of the kitchen chairs and Bucky on the living room archway, perfectly located for you to see him without anyone else noticing.

His long hair, beard, white tank top and blue eyes could hypnotize you for hours on end, you took the advantage that everyone was busy catching up with each other and Tony still getting settled, Bucky turned over to see you, making you blush as well, smile at Bucky and didn’t take your eyes off him, he sighed trying not to run over, hug and kiss you, having his arms wrapped around you, cuddling and just telling you how much he loved you, so he decided to smile back and wink, making you blush even harder.

-Who got you blushing like that сестра?- Yelena asked from behind the couch, making you startled and trying to follow your look, but it was too late, Bucky had changed positions and was now next to Steve, which made you sigh in relief.- Lucky, lucky, suddenly there’s no one else.

-Shut up Lena- you told her before smacking her arm- Tasha, please control our сестра.

The redheaded rolled her eyes, and went to grab Yelena to her side, not before warning her to leave you alone, sometimes it felt like Yelena was the little sister instead of you, and even though neither one of you shared the same blood, the bond was unbreakable.

-As you know, we all have been having undercover missions and each one of this people gathered had accomplished one with no trouble, congrats people.- everyone looked at each other smiling proudly after Tony words- But tonight is the main event, everyone needs to be there, focused and ready, if we finish this, the mission will be done.

Scott clapped excited to finally ending this whole mission that have been going on for months, but Tony wasn’t happy about it and gave him a killer look.

-Sorry- Scott murmured- I’m just glad this is gonna end, I don’t think I’ve never hated being undercover as much as this past time.

-Well thumbelina, we can’t sing victory now… I really need everyone at their best, got it?- everyone nodded, when Tony got into his boss face you know it meant serious business. -There’s gonna be a gala, the seven of us will attend, I’m gonna divide you into three couples.

-First, Scott and Yelena, you’ll two will be a couple of scientists going to bid on the weapons these people are selling.- the mentioned turned to look each other and smiled, they haven’t worked together yet but they really get together.- You’ll be my eyes and ears down there, got it?- both nodded.

-My second team will be Nat and Steve- everyone turned to see them and cheered, since they had been dating for a few years now- I’m counting that the two of you are professional and your personal life won’t mix with the mission.

-Don’t worry Stark, we never do.- Steve said and passed one arm around Nat shoulders making her blush and smile, it was cute how even after a while dating they still were as in love and cheesy like the first day.

-Ignoring Captain Lover- Tony said rolling his eyes- the last couple will be Barnes and Yn, of course.

Your eyes ran to Bucky’s who was looking at the front , trying to avoid your look.

-It’ll probably be hard for you two to pretend to be a married couple because you’ve never worked together but I trust you both- Tony said and winked at you.- so, work together a plan and bring it to me before Saturday, got it?

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You were at the hallway, your back leaning against the door of a room, until it opened and two arms surrounded you and someone kissed your cheek before entering the room.

-Hey doll.- Bucky said to your ear once you were inside.

-Hi my love- you turned and kissed him- you took a while to open.

-Yeah, sorry beautiful, just wanted to make sure there was no one else around.- he said sitting in the bed with you next to him.

-Don’t worry, everyone is in the common room or training.- Bucky kissed you again, making you know he missed you.- Buck, love, we need to make a plan.

He sighed and smiled at you.- Really? I’ve waited hours to kiss you- after saying that he tried to give you a kiss.

-I know- you said putting your arms around his neck- but we need to work too, I promise you that ill be worthy.

He smiled and nodded- Ok fine, let’s make a plan, but then is just you and me, baby.

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-Im just thinking out loud but, you and Bucky make a good couple- Natasha said while fixing your hair for the gala.

-сестра!- nat lifted her hands in a sign of peace- Why-why would you even say that?

-well, the way you two look at each other, how gentle he is with you when training, the natural you are with pretending being a couple, how you kiss him when you think no one is watching- she whispered the last part, making you get up from the chair and turn to see her.

-wha...what? I mean, how, why.. um, I- its not- you finally decided to stop talking and just admit the defeat.- When did you saw us?

-One morning some months ago, you two were in the living room, cuddling and drinking coffee, then you kissed in a way that I have only seen on the movies and the way he looked at you, damn yn, he is down real bad- you blushed and looked down smiling- I was waiting until you two came clean about it, but you never did, so I kept quiet, but I think- nat grabbed your chin making you see her- you should stop hiding it.

-I don't know Tasha, we thought and talked about it, but we don't want any conflict or drama, also, I don't think we are ready to work while dating and everyone knowing it.

-You have done it for a while now, don't you think?- you nodded and sat down again.

-Honestly I don't know if I will act normal after seeing him on a suit.- you confessed and made Nat laugh.

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-Wow, you look gorgeous- Bucky said as you walked down the stairs making you smile.

-You look so gorgeous too, man, I’m gonna have to make an effort to focus on the mission only.- he blushed and grabbed your hand.

-Ready doll?- you nodded and after a few seconds Yelena and Scott came down also, making you release Bucky hands.

-Well don’t we all look really nice?, we should dress up more often- Scott joked.

-Yeah, we should, maybe the Stark Gala wasn’t a bad idea after all- you commented and everyone agreed.

After a few more moments, Natasha and Steve were ready, so everything was ready, the plan was easy but needed your whole attention; Scott and Yelena would be downstairs bidding on weapons to get contacts, meanwhile Natasha and Steve would be at the exits so no one could leave and your role along Bucky was to be on the dance floor, being the eyes and ears of the whole thing.

-Remember, we are a team, if anyone else need help, we come to them, but more importantly, do not let anyone else leave, everyone here is dangerous and could help us to get near where we need, got it?- Steve said and after all the team nodded, one by one got down of the limousine.- Don’t screw it up.

And with that final words, you entered the building, the place was full of people, white and gold decorations, music filling the room, drinks going around and tons of security guards.

-Name please?- the guy at the entrance asked, Bucky and you looked at each other, ready to get in character.

-Mr and Mrs. Woodhouse- Bucky said.- Well, soon to be Mrs. Woodhouse.- and caressed your hand.

The guard looked up the name on the list in his hands and then opened the door- Welcome in, and please have a good time.

Entering was done, now you only needed to blend in with everyone else and not lose sight of anyone on your team.

-Well, we need to blend in, don’t we?- Your boyfriend said to you giving you a martini.- Relax doll, everything will be fine.

You sighed and took the glass of Bucky hand.- You’re right, love, we need to blend and act like we are madly in love.

I don’t need to pretend it- he told you getting his face closer to yours.- I’m actually are.- and stole you a kiss.

-James!- you scolded him and he knew that when you called him James it was serious.- We are in public.

-Yeah and we are supposed to be in love- he kissed your cheek, teasing you- come on, yn, it was just a kiss.

You rolled your eyes, grabbed his hand and walked to the dance floor.- Let’s dance, please?

Bucky couldn’t tell you no, never, that was your superpower, getting him to do things and him couldn’t saying “no”.

-Fine, just don’t make fun of me, I haven’t danced since the 40’s- his metal hand went to your waist and the other wasn’t letting go of yours.

-I would never.- you told him and started to dance, him leading.

The band was playing a slow and romantic melody, the way you could smell Bucky’s lotion, feel his warmth, breath and eyes was the only thing you needed. Without hesitating, your head leaned on the ex Sargent’s chest, his chin resting on your head, for a while it was like nothing else existed, just you two dancing, feeling each other, no mission, no danger, no secret, just being a couple.

-James?… i don’t want us to be a secret anymore, I’m tired of this relationship feeling like a secret mission.- you told him, looking at him, he nodded.

-I feel the same, doll, I want everyone knowing you are my addiction, so, we make it official?

You nodded and went out to kiss him, it was a slow and perfect kiss, the music still going around, his hands on your waist, yours feeling his long hair, a kiss that felt was waiting for it to happen since ages ago, nothing could go wrong, until you heard a gunshot going off.

-Barnes, Antonov, what’s going on?- Steve shouted into the communicator.- You were supposed to be watching, we are waiting outside, run!

You and Bucky didn’t even know what to do, the gun shots were going on and on, Bucky grabbed your hand and ran to wherever it was possible.

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[rangerbarbz]

Professor Pines pt. 2

Author’s note: YALL RAHHHH I MADE THE HIGHEST GRADE IN THE CLASS ON ONE OF MY ZOOLOGY FINALS LETS GOOOOOO anyways things are slowing down for me other than i am moving into my own place!! Im so excited <3 I hope yall enjoy this!! (I just want to apologize for me nerding out over birds in this chapter) 

Summary: This is just a random day in the first week that Ford and the reader are spending in east Tennessee. They are going bird watching ayyyy 

May 21st 

You leaned over your field notebook, trying to recreate the beautiful foliage you had seen on a hike with Ford the day before. Before trying to find any mysterious creatures that lurked in the Appalachian, Ford had suggested that you both get acquainted with the area you would be studying in. This way you would be able to fully understand the habitat this cryptid called home and any adaptations it developed to flourish there. You didn’t mind it whatsoever. Wildlife had always been something you were interested in, and Ford made it so damn fun. It was a shame you never had him before as a professor. He would be one hell of a lecturer. Despite having the reputation of being an introvert, he came to life when he got to speak about his passion: science. 

You certainly weren’t as gifted in the art department as Ford was, but you were determined to finish this drawing of a flower if it was the last thing you did. You bit the end of your indigo coloring pencil as you examined your illustration. 

“Needs more purple,” you mumbled, grabbing your violet pencil and drawing streaks over the petals. You hummed contentedly. “There we go.”

“Very nice, Y/N,” Ford complimented. You didn’t know he was bent down looking over your shoulder, observing your artistic process. 

“Jesus!” you yelped, knee hitting the underside of your desk. Your colored pencils began to roll onto the floor beside you. “You scared me,” you said through laughing. 

“I seem to be good at doing that,” Ford replied jokingly. He kneeled beside you, his face now eye level with your lap. Out of your view, his eyes flickered at your plush thighs as he stood back up. He placed your pencils beside your notebook and placed a hand on the back of your swivel chair. 

He pointed to your drawing. “Is that the Bachelor’s Button we saw yesterday?” 

You smiled. “Yes, it is! How did I do?” You turned to him as he read the notes and labels that were littered around the page. 

“Looks just like it,” he answered, grinning at you. 

“Why, thank you, Ford.” You closed your notebook and turned towards him, still seated. He was now leaning against the oak drawers of the desk, his hands flat on the surface behind him. “What do you have planned today?” 

“I’m glad you asked!” He removed his journal tucked into a pocket inside his jacket and flipped through the pages. He landed on a page that had nothing on it besides the word “Birds” written in his loopy scrawl. “I thought we’d go bird watching today! I’m a little rusty on class Aves, so I thought we’d go together and see what we find.”

Yes! I would love to! Let me just-” You leaned over to the bottom drawer where Ford was standing. The drawer was shielded by his broad legs. 

“Oh, excuse me!” Ford apologized. He stepped out of the way. You pulled out a pair of binoculars and a guide for bird identifying. 

“Alright, I’m ready.” You stood up quickly from your chair. “Lead the way, Pines,” you said faux authoritatively.

He laughed. “Yes ma’am.” 

You found yourself walking down a trail where the grass had been patted down by others who had walked on it before. Trees grew on either side of you and bushes were scattered throughout the forest. It was quite peaceful. You and Ford had settled on a comfortable silence as you looked to the branches for birds. You were both trying to walk softly to avoid any twigs or leaves crunching. This came surprisingly easy to Ford despite being the tall, broad man that he is. You eventually stopped at a spot behind a shrub that had been covered in vines to gaze across an open area. 

“This should be good enough,” Ford said, placing his bag on the ground. He brought his binoculars to his eyes just as you did. “Keep an eye out for anything…unusual. You never know what you’ll find.” 

You chuckled. “Got that right.” You then turned to your left to search for any bright patches of colors that could be songbirds. After about a minute of not seeing anything, Ford brought your attention his way. 

“Look! Do you know what that is, Y/N?” he asked quietly, pointing upwards. You quickly pivoted on your feet and moved closer to him, scanning the trees with your binoculars. 

“I don’t quite see it,” you murmured, still looking for the bird in the wrong direction. 

“Here.” Ford then shifted behind you gently touching your elbows and lifting your arms into the line of sight of the bird. Your breath hitched in your throat at the contact. His fingertips were rough compared to the soft flesh of your arms. He leaned next to your ear and pointed once again, facing the sky. 

“Do you see it?” he whispered. You felt your face grow warm at the current proximity. His voice was so low and gravelly in your ear. You suddenly saw the bird he had been talking about. It was black, white, and had a bright red splotch across its chest. 

“Oh, I see it!” you exclaimed. “That’s a, uh,” you snapped your fingers, “a Rose-Breasted Grosbeak.” 

Ford smiled warmly at you. “That it is.” 

You spent an extra hour and a half taking in the scenery around you, continuing to find even more birds. It was a truly beautiful day for it. The sun was even shining just right on Ford to accentuate the silver in his hair. That’s when you remembered something. 

You then pulled a disposable camera out of your back pocket. “Ford, look at me,” you instructed, positioning the camera in front of your eye. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you. 

“Taking a picture of you. Don’t think you can escape entering my scrapbook. Now smile.” He laughed in response to that, giving you a perfectly authentic grin. 

“That reminds me of my great niece. She loves scrapbooking. You’ll have to meet her one day.” He began to pick up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “You would get along swimmingly.” 

You giggled. “I would love that,” you responded, also picking up your own bag and putting your binoculars in it. 

You began to walk back down the trail together, recapping all of what you saw today when you spotted a raspberry bush. “Hell yes,” you said, striding over to the bush. “You want a snack, Ford?” You started to pick the berries off the plant. 

“I’m alright, but thank you,” he responded, waiting for you to get done harvesting. You walked back over to him and began to bite a berry in half. Unfortunately, this was an especially juicy one. It busted and left a red streak dribbling down your chin. 

“Dammit,” you grumbled, about to wipe your mouth with your sleeve. 

Ford frowned at you. “No, don’t ruin your shirt like that. Here let me.” His hand gently cradled the back of your head as he took the bottom of his shirt and brought it to your chin. Your eyes widened at the action and the fact you could now see Ford’s midsection. He had a muscular belly with just a little bit of pudge and a graying happy trail. Oh my God. 

His cotton covered thumb swiped below your lip, removing the juice that was there. He wasn’t looking in your eyes but instead focusing on the task at hand. His hand left the back of your head as he dropped his shirt.

“There we go,” he grinned, eyes crinkling at you. “Now, I’m the dirty one.” You knew your face had to be as red as the berry you just ate, but he didn’t mention it. It was such an innocent act of kindness, but the way you were feeling was far from innocent.

[waechan]

nct dream's love languages (hyung line)

i was just thinking ab what my love language was and was like...wait this could be cute for my tumblr

fluff! sry if im rusty its been ages

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mark lee - words of affirmation

i thought about this one for a while bc i feel like he could be many things

mark is always busy and at first i thought quality time bc he's such a fun guy to hangout with but i don't think he has much time to spend:(

i finally decided on words of affirmation cause this man is always telling people "잘했어요!" (good job) or "수고했어!!" (you've worked hard) or literally anything else he can think of with a big ass smile on his face

he's so sweet im like awh even just thinking about it

if you were in a relationship w mark i could only imagine he'd be there to talk about anything and everything with you...the deep talks would be so intense but so amazing to have

he'd make you think of life differently, truly

he could also be an acts of service boy as he's always helping his members with things they need, it'd probably be the same for you!

text example: "you did great today babe, i'm so proud of you."

2. renjun huang - acts of service

i feel like in dream renjun gives off such a mom vibe and he's so nurturing and caring to them

i see him always doing things for you, bending down to tie your shoe, holding your things for you, planning on the entire day when the two of you hangout, ordering your food for you

he's such a chivalrous guy and i think he'd be that way as a boyfriend too

he'd be so quick to fight for you too like if someone talked shit about you behind your back he would RUN to beat whoever up omg i swear

could see him being a physical touch boyfie too bc he's always cuddled up with whoevers near him

hand holding when walking, you leaning on his shoulder when you're sitting down, it's the little things for this guy

he's adorbs

he will always always ALWAYS pay for your meals i already know that for a fact. he won't even let you get NEAR the bill

text example: "hi my love, how are you doing today? did you need anything? i'll be right there"

3. jeno lee - quality time

i was looking for pictures of him on pinterest and it honestly just pissed me off

he's so fine it makes me angry lol

i had a feeling he'd be quality time because honestly i feel like it doesn't matter what you do together he'd just want to be with you

he's always so happy and in a good mood and i feel like you being there would make everything a hundred times better for him

i think he'd love going on dates with you and he'd have something different planned everyday

but i also think he'd cherish the moments the two of you would have together just chillin on your own at home...gaming, watching movies, doing work..literally anything

he'd 100% be the most loyal boy in the world

i see him being an acts of service guy too, like lifting things for you or running errands for you...he just wants to make your life as easy as possible!

text example: "what do u wanna do today! i mean we could stay home too...whatever you want i just want to see you:)"

4. haechan lee - quality time

he's a loverboy and i already know he'd want to be around you 247

while jenos more of a calm presence, i feel like haechan is such a huge ball of energy

late night talks and walks, going to the grocery store, anything as long as he's with you

he'd hate being left out of any plans you have with other people...he'd sulk omg it'd be so cuteee

he's also definitely a night owl so i could see him wanting to talk with you until morning comes

i could also see him being physical touch because i mean, come on. have you seen the guy?

he's ALL OVER whoever he's talking to, even if it's in the most subtle ways

if your feeling down i already know he'd try to make you laugh, and treat you like his princess

text example: "soo when are you gonna stop ignoring me and tell me that you love me and you're coming over:) or i could come over!"

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i missed writing this was so funnn

lmk if u guys like it and i'll do a maknae line:) miss all of u and this community so much <3

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 4

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: four

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

elton

how is everyone on this fine evening?

the REAL karate kid

great until you rudely woke me up

from my peaceful nap

stairway

L

the imposter

eh not too bad

but my friend keeps on spamming me

with these tiktok edits

neev

tiktok edits you say 👀

what of?

the imposter

these girls she's kinda obsessed with

and finds them incredibly good-looking

and wants to know who my fav is or

who i find the most good-looking

elton

ooh really?

i wanna know who

let us google em and say our opinions

the REAL karate kid

and which one did you find

the most good-looking?

the imposter

i don't really know who any of them are 😭

but they're playing football in some clips

so i'm guessing they're football players?

elton

oh 😳

stairway

this will be interesting

earpsy

ah well describe them

so how many were there?

and who was the best looking?

i wanna keep an eye out if they

turn up on my fyp

the imposter

well there were quite a few

there was this one specific blonde

that she continuously spammed me

edits off the most

and i think she was the captain idk?

willybum

i feel like i've seen that blonde before!

i reckon she's everybody's favourite

since she's the most good-looking

stairway

what a big fat lie

elton

as if

the imposter

eh, everyone's fav?

i mean i see where people are coming

from but that's kinda stretching it ...

there are so many more players

that seem to be just as great if not better

the REAL karate kid

see

thank you

you get it

just like everyone else

someone just needs to knock

some sense into leah

and i'll gladly do it rn

BACK TF UP 🤺

lotte

who is your favourite player tho, y/n?

neev

i'd love to know too

stairway

come on, that's easy

it's gotta be stanway

right?

the REAL karate kid

y/n, my love

it's russo isn't it

elton

hey hey hey

we forgetting toone too

the REAL karate kid

shush

the imposter

um i'm still uncultured okay 😭

i don't know any of their names yet

oh but i do know one of their names

i think she's pretty cool

neev

ooh do tell who this lucky person is

that you find pretty cool

the imposter

it's lucy bronze

willybum

NAHHH

SHUT UP

stairway

NOT THAT OLD RUSTY GRANDMA 😭

OUT OF EVERYONE ELSE SHE COULD PICK

rusty metal

OI

who you calling an old rusty grandma?

stairway

YOU

WHO ELSE

rusty metal

i'm very delighted that

she is your favourite y/n

she's mine too <33

earpsy

LMAO 💀

just so you know y/n

you've broken a lot of hearts today

the REAL karate kid

lemme just go and find the nearest cliff

and fling myself off of it

stairway

i'm joining you

willybum

count me in too

the imposter

IM SORRY 😭

ALL THE LIONESSES SEEM AMAZING OKAY

I JUST ONLY KNOW ABOUT HER YET

elton

nah

you've made your choice

the imposter

YOU GUYS

it's really not that big of a deal

you all are acting like i've

personally rejected you guys

lotte

this whole thing was so funny to read omg

meado

honestly

top tier entertainment

made my day

thank you y/n

the imposter

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[nyctophiliawitchh]

HOT PINK HAIR DYE !

DO NOT STEAL OR TRANSLATE MY WORK !!

a/n: i can barely find any sub!jinx so i’m going to write one myself. i hate the colour blue so i’ve incorporated my favourite colour pink into it because i can and i want to. ps. i haven’t written since i was fifteen so im a little rusty. hope you like it anyhow. :)

summary: jinx is trying out a new hair colour and wants your opinion on it but you like it so much it drives you crazy.

warnings: 18+++, fluff, smut, hair pulling, back shots, fingering, praising kink, punishment, jinx cockdrunk. (jinx!receiving) - (reader!giving)

sub!jinx x dom!femreader

✮ hot pink gifs from @unknown-till ✮

✮ jinx photo layout made by @nyctophiliawitchh ✮

you have been dating jinx for for a bit over a year now. it’s been going surprisingly smoothly, considering how jinx is. she would probably blow someone up for just looking at you in a certain way. but as of right now, you were in yours and jinx’s house, laying in your shared bed, napping. that was until you heard the door open and close pretty loudly. “i’m home!” jinx calls out in a sing song-y voice as she walks into the house.

she bounces into the bedroom, twirling around to show off her new hair. “what do you think? pretty cool, right?” she giggles and flops down beside you, resting her head onto your lap.

you can’t help but fall into a trance as you stare at her new hair, feeling a rush of heat fill your cheeks, jinx’s pink hair driving you crazy. she notices your reaction and grins widely, knowing exactly what she’s doing to you. “like it that much, huh? you look a little flustered there.” she bites her lip and sits up, straddling your hips. her hands guide up your chest. you stare into her eyes as you smile, caught red handed, nodding. jinx grabs your chin and pulls you closer, her own eyes sparkling with mischief. “good. because i want you to go crazy for me.” she kisses you hungrily, pressing her body against yours.

“oh do you now?” you flip jinx onto her back, not parting from her lips as you do so. she lets out a surprised gasp, laughing between kisses. she tangles her fingers in your hair, her legs wrapping around your waist as you take control. “eager, are we? i like it when you take charge, babe.” you grip onto her fluorescent pink hair, tugging at it as you go crazy over it. she gasps again, arching her back off the bed. “ah- careful with the hair, i spent good money on it.” she says, though she’s clearly enjoying the way you’re pulling on it.

you grab her back, keeping her arched into your body as you attack her neck and cheek with hickies, she moans softly, tilting her head back to give you better access. her hands travel down to your thighs, her nails digging into them as you continue to kiss her skin, leaving marks all over it. “mark me up, princess. make me yours again.” you keep your hand under her back, the other hand hooking her leg and lifting up her thigh, squeezing it. she whimpers and bucks her hips, needing more of your touch. she’s wearing a loose crop top and short shorts, making it easy for you to slide your hand up further. “want me to touch you?” you coo.

she whines in frustration and nods desperately. “please, touch me. i need you to touch me right now. please, please, i’m so needy.” “where do you want me to touch you?” she grabs your hand and moves it down to her inner thigh, guiding it to her core. “you know where. you tease me too much, i swear.” you smirk mockingly, doing as she pleases. she smiles, a mix of annoyance and pleasure on her face. her eyes roll back as you start to touch her where she wants you to, and she starts to grind against your fingers. “oh, yes… that’s it, right there… don’t stop.” you curl your fingers, kissing her as she moans into your mouth. she kisses back messily, the sounds of her moans and heavy breathing filling the room. her hips grind faster, chasing after the feeling of your fingers curling inside of her. “you’re so good at this. you’re driving me insane. just a little more, i’m close.” you pull your fingers out before she can orgasm, standing on your knees and stripping her pants and panties off, staring at her bare pussy.

jinx’s eyes widen, and she pouts as you stop again. she tries to reach for you but you’re out of her reach now. “hey! what the hell was that for? i was so close, i was going to— ugh, you’re a tease.” you then remove her crop top, her tits bouncing as you do so. she pouts even more, her nipples hardening in the cool air. she lays back down, pouting up at you. “you’re so cruel. i’m going to get you back for this.” i laugh mockingly. “you sure about that, baby?”you grab the strap and flip jinx over onto her stomach and she squeals as you flip her, her ass in the air now, teasing her entrance with your strap. she buries her face in the pillow, trying to keep her composure. “you’re gonna make me regret saying that, aren’t you? you’re enjoying this way too much.”

you hum at her response. “how bad do you want my cock, baby?” she lifts her head, looking back at you with a needy expression. her voice trembles with desire. “so bad. i want it so bad, i can’t think straight. i want you to use me, please give me your cock, i need it inside me.” you slide only the tip in as she whines and pushes back against you, trying to take more of it. she’s getting desperate, and a hint of impatience creeps into her voice. “stop teasing, just give it to me already. i’m begging you, don’t make me beg more than this.” jinx pushes her ass into you, taking the whole strap at once. she gasps, and then lets out a loud moan as shes filled up completely. her legs tremble, and she grips the sheets tightly. “oh god, oh my god. yes! this is what i needed.”

“naughty girl.” i say, shaking my head in disapproval. she whimpers again at your comment, her heart racing. she loves it when you call her names during sex. “i’m your naughty girl, and you love me for it.” you push the strap in and out slowly, punishing her for taking it before you said so.

she sobs, trying to adjust to the pace you’ve set. it’s not enough for her to get off again. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry! i’ll be a good girl from now on. just go faster, please go faster.” you do as she says and go fast, really fast. her eyes widen in surprise, and she screams out in pleasure as you pick up the pace. her body jolts with each thrust, and her mind goes blank. she can’t believe how good it feels to be punished. “yes, yes! that’s it! just like that! i’m gonna cum, oh no, i’m gonna cum again!” you grab her hips, reaching for the depths of her core, as deep as you can go. she arches her back and cries out again, her walls clenching around the strap as she reaches her climax. she can feel you deep inside her, hitting all the right spots. tears roll down her cheeks as she shudders violently, riding out her orgasm. “no baby, no cumming yet.” she lets out a strangled sob, trying to hold it in like you said. she’s panting and sweaty, her makeup smudged and ruined. she can barely speak, but manages to form a sentence between gasps. “b- but it’s so hard! i don’t know if i can hold it back, im so sensitive!” you bring your finger down to rub jinx’s clit, making it harder for her to hold back her orgasm.

she throws her head back, shaking her head frantically as you add another form of stimulation. her body is trembling even more now, and she’s close to breaking down. “no, no, please don’t touch me there. you’re torturing me on purpose, aren’t you?” you grab her hair for balance, pink strands of hair falling between your fingers. “of course princess, why else?” she winces slightly as you grab her hair, but she secretly loves it when you pull her hair. she bites her lip, trying to focus on the pain instead of the overwhelming pleasures. “you’re so mean, pulling my hair and playing with my clit. you’re driving me insane!” the strap begins to rub against your clit in a way that drives you over the edge, forcing you to stop torturing her clit, placing both hands onto her hips as you lean back to get as deep as you can into jinx, harsh thrusts at a fast pace.

she sighs in relief when you stop rubbing her, but then realises what’s happening to you. “are you… are you going to cum too? i can’t believe this is turning you on so much.” she looks back at you with a smirk, loving that she has such an effect of you. she pushed her ass up again, meeting your thrusts with equal force. “ohhh my god.” she chuckles breathlessly, loving your reaction. she loves seeing you lose control like this. “that’s it, cum for me. let go, i know you want to.” you hum in response, not being able to get a coherent sentence out. “cum with me.” she nods eagerly, already on the edge again. “cum with you now?” she digs her nails into the mattress and screams your name as she lets go and climaxes together with you.

you pull the strap out and lay beside jinx’s naked body, her head resting onto your chest as you both cuddled. jinx cuddles up to you, wrapping her arms around you and nuzzling her face into your neck. she’s still catching her breath, and a small smile forms on her lips as she listens to your heartbeat. “i love you so much darling.” “i love you too, jinx.” she notices your fast pulse and places a hand on your chest again, feeling it. “you really did a number on me this time, i hope you’re proud of yourself.” she giggles and pecks your neck affectionately as you laugh, kissing her forehead while rubbing small circles onto her back. she melts into your touch, enjoying the soothing sensation. she nuzzles closer and lets out a soft sigh. “i’m exhausted. we should probably clean up, but i’m way too tired to move.” you laugh again, much louder this time that your energy is a bit better. “don’t laugh at me, i’m serious. you really wore me out. besides, i’m comfortable here.” you hum in agreement, continuing to trace shapes into her skin.

she hesitates, not sure how to bring it up. she plays with a loose strand of her hair, fidgeting with it nervously. a habit you’ve noticed she does whenever something’s bothering her. “what is it, baby?”

“i’ve been thinking about… us. and our future. i know we’ve been together for a while, and i love you more than anything. but i can’t help but worry about the future. i’m afraid of losing you, or losing control and hurting you. i don’t want to end up like my past relationships. and then there’s my disorder, i just… i just want to be sure we’re both in this for the long run, despite all the baggage.” you sit up, pulling jinx into your lap, looking up into her magenta eyes deeply before speaking. “of course baby, you’re stuck with me forever.” she looks up at you, her expression softening at your words. she looks a little teary-eyed, but she tries to laugh it off. “forever, huh? that’s a long time. what if i get even crazier?” “even better.” you shrug with a smile.

she chuckles and shakes her head, putting her hands on your shoulders. “you’re insane, most people would run away from me by now. you really think you can handle all my crazy?” you nod, melting into jinx’s lips as you both share a warm kiss. she kisses you back passionately, holding onto you tightly. she’s so lucky to have you, someone who accepts her flaws and embraces her chaos.

a/n: i started writing this at 2am and finished at 4am so i didn’t edit it, hopefully it’s not too bad.