#this is coming from a guy who listens to everything

[rafesangelita]

…DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER AU

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DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who tend to draw questionable looks everywhere they go— mainly because of puppy. if she’s not running circles around john b, gently gnawing on his finger, or getting into something she’s not supposed to, she’s bickering with jj until she starts crying because of something he said. dad!johnb picked up the nickname due to him being naturally authoritative and protective over puppy!reader. she called him ‘dad’ after he lectured her about eating too much sugar and the name just stuck. despite puppy always having pet tendencies, she didn’t really fall into the headspace until after her and john b got together and they started practicing it regularly. it started when he hand fed her snacks out of his palm as a joke, and slowly but surely it progressed into head patting, dry humping (on john b’s leg..), use of a collar, and eventually some barking and panting here and there..

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who spend their days lounging around the chateau when john b doesn’t have to work, both of them relaxing on the couch while puppy sucks on his fingers. she’s drooling, her spit dribbling down her chin until john b pulls his hand away, instead taking her in his lap where he gives her tummy rubs until she dozes off in his arms. she’s gazing up at dad!johnb with those puppy dog eyes as she whimpers, the sound drawing his attention. he already knows what she’s crying for, his eyes flickering over to her shoes that were thrown haphazardly by the front door. “go ahead and go outside, i’ll be out there right now.” without hesitation, puppy is rushing out the door, john b shaking his head as she trips over her shoelaces. he walks out and sits on the porch steps with a cold water bottle for her, wondering how in the hell she managed to make a huge stack of mud pies already.

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who usually have to have a pep talk before the boys come around. “whatever jj tries to get you to do, don’t listen to him,” he warns, “—and remember, you can’t go running to pope with random bugs and asking him what they are, got it?” she nods dismissively and dad!johnb just knows everything he said went in one ear and right out the other. surely enough, puppy ends up doing everything john b told her not to do and she finds herself being locked in the room after rough playing with jj and accidentally crashing into the tv. she just ends up falling asleep on her bed until john b is waking her up with an icecream date as an apology. “birthday cake or cotton candy?” john b is asking her as she presses her face against the glass case displaying all of the icecream flavors in the shop. puppy answers ‘both’ before joining pope and jj in a booth, her and jj separated on either sides. “i love you, pup, but those flavors are horrid.” pope grimaced.

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who are so icky when the chateau is empty and it’s just them two. john b has her crawling on all fours completely naked, letting her rut herself against him and her pillow, giving her butt rubs as she oral fixates on his cock, making her hold her pee while he edges her time and time again until she’s a whining mess. puppy is crying out, her fingers pulling at the tuft curls of john b’s hair as he fucks into her from below, her knees sitting on either sides of john b’s thighs. she’s licking him, running her tongue along the column of his throat, her lips leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses while he bounces her on top of him. “you’re takin’ me so fuckin’ good, pup..” john b praises, her whimpers being a testament to just how stuffed full she was with john b’s length, his cock rearranging her insides with every thrust, “think you deserve a treat after this, huh?” she’s nodding, not able to speak a single word as all thoughts die in her head.

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who are very territorial over each other. john b is super aware of the way some guys look at her and can tell when someone is trying to take advantage of her naivety. he keeps her close no matter what, but on the rare occasions where she may wander off or get herself into trouble, john b is quick to swoop in and get her before anyone else could. as for puppy, she’s shameless when it comes to establishing herself as john b’s. she’s draping herself across john b’s lap while they’re at a boneyard party, rubbing her cheek against him as if to coax him into scratching her head, not so subtly grinding on his thigh, and of course it works every time in scaring off anyone trying to get at him. pope and jj are watching everything unfold, both of them not surprised in the slightest as they watch puppy and john b sneak off to the twinkie. “well! there goes our ride back home..” pope sighed, jj still watching the twinkie until he spots puppy’s feet in the air.

୨୧ when dad!johnb monitors your screentime

[kerryshifts]

things that remind me of my marauders dr.

as someone who can't be nonchalant for the sake of her life.

the breeze in the air after a long day at the beach, after a cold shower because your skin is so burnt by the sun that you can't stand your beloved hot water. wearing a t-shirt that looks like a dress on you, while you are in your balcony and the cicadas are beforming their best songs just for your. in your hand there's a cigarette, and you can feel your nose being more red than usual. on the plastic table there are juicy grapes that your mother just bought for you, and the cicadas lower their voices just so you can hear the grape pop in your mouth when you bite it. fortunately the sun doesn't hit you here, and even if you feel your flesh melting with the plastic chair you are sat on, you inhale the smoke and wish this moment could never end.

the ice cubes in your coca-cola. they remind you of a mirage after hours in the desert, and the bubbles start looking like your friends.

candles are lit. the tea is sitting there waiting to be sipped. your friend is looking at you as if you hold the answers to all of her questions. and maybe you do: your tarots are sitting in your hands and you try not to laugh out loud by the awkwardness of it all, shuffling and waiting for the tarot to stick out from the deck. they do, and now your friend is trying not to smile because her and the guy she is talking with are going to get married. maybe you are both fools, but it's okay. you and your friend are feeling each other's delusions and this is all that matters.

it's 3am and everyone around you is sleeping, so you decide to get out of bed and go in your garden. you lay down with chills all over your body, with your favourite sweater on, and listening to a dead artist singing about mars and aliens. the moon is almost full, and you think about your friend who was about to suffer because of her in another reality. you wish you could see mars and the stars from your garden, but the moon is all you have. so, all of your secrets go to her and you hope that your friend won't be mad at you for loving something that he hates.

you tell your friend about your prophetic dreams. she asks you if you know which are going to happen and which aren't. you just tell her that you don't know and they just happen.

one moment, you are young and your older cousin just gave you a beer and told you to not tell your parents. you taste it and you make a disgusted face. your cousin laughs and tells you that one day you will change your mind, and you just roll your eyes. the next moment you are the older cousin, and while your parents and aunt are not looking, you let your little cousin take a sip. they are disgusted by it.

it's autumn, outside it's raining, and you and your bestfriend decided to be independent. you decide to go in the kitchen and bake some cookies: the recipe was there, but following instructions has never been so difficult. the storm outside mirrored your capacity of not spilling everything on the floor, that you had to clean before your mother would see it, and when you put them in the oven, it seemed the biggest accomplishment of your lives. after eating them, your mothers worry how on earth cookies made you both sick for weeks.

at the thrift store you see a guy with a leather jacket. he is taller than you, has black hair, and is wearing converse. then you look at your leather jacket and your converse, and frown. your father asks you what happened and you ask him if you can pull off a leather jacket. he tells you that you look like a rockstar of his time. you nod.

your strawberry milkshake is more creamy than usual.

while watering your plants, a fox decides to visit your garden. it's not unusual, your mom once told you that a fox would come everyday in front of our window to say hi. neither of you decides to move closer, and the only thing that you can ear is the plants saying thank you for giving them water.

you open the fridge searching for the cherries your grandma told she bought just for you. your smile goes away when you realize that your brother already ate them. you want to hex him, but your grandma sighed and gave you fifty euros to go and buy an ice cream. you tell her that an ice cream costs five, and she just winks at you.

your uncle is naming every saint on the calendar while searching for a place to park the car on the hottest summer day. your cousin is trying not to giggle out loud, you need a cigarette. this is how accidentally your uncle discovers a small beach, with other two families. the water reflects the sky and looks enchanted. you eat the best sandwich of your life, and you don't think about your situationship.

it's really cold. you refuse to wear a winter jacket because it doen't go with your outfit. everytime someone asks you how are you, you just smile. ignoring the pain and not giving them the satisfaction to see you hate your decision. they already know it, but if no one says something out loud, you are okay with it.

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[juliettejwnewinesa]

Reader is embarrassed to admit to WHC boyfriend that she has never *finished* before?

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🥀 Ahn Suho — “I’ve got you now.”

She said it quietly. Almost like she hoped he wouldn’t hear. “I’ve never… finished. Not with anyone.” Suho’s entire body went still. His eyes scanned hers — not judging, just listening. And then, softly: “You let people touch you and they didn’t even try?” She looked away. He cupped her face. “I’ve got you now,” he whispered.

That night, he didn’t fuck her. He worshipped her. Slow fingers, soft lips, breathless praise. And when she finally came — legs shaking, voice breaking on his name — he looked up at her with blown pupils and kissed her inner thigh. “Only took one who actually gives a fuck, huh?”

🧠 Yeon Si-eun — “Then let me study you.”

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” The question was clinical — like he didn’t understand how that could be possible. Y/N nodded, cheeks hot. Si-eun blinked once. Twice. Then said, very seriously, “Then I want to study you.”

And he did. He learned her. Slowly. Intentionally. One hand on her hip, the other between her thighs, murmuring observations like a secret between them. “You shake when I do this. Your heartbeat jumped.” She came hard. Unexpected. Raw. He didn’t smirk. He didn’t tease. He just kissed her and whispered: “We’ll do better next time.”

🐶 Oh Beomseok — “Let me make up for them.”

When she told him, she couldn’t even look him in the eye. “I’ve never come before.” Beomseok blinked, stunned. “Like… ever?” She nodded. His voice cracked. “Shit, baby… that’s not fair.”

He kissed her like she was breakable. Like she deserved better and he was going to be it. He asked if she was okay after everything — every touch, every whimper. And when she came, back arched, thighs trembling around his shoulders, he just held her. “Let me keep making it up to you.”

🐍 Park Hamin — “You're mine now.”

“You’ve never finished?” She bit her lip. Nodded. Hamin blinked like she just insulted him personally. He didn’t speak — just shoved her gently onto the bed and said, “Then shut up and let me fix that.”

He went down on her like he’d been starved. Hands pinning her hips, tongue unforgiving. She came once. Then again. And he didn’t stop. When she begged him to, he licked his lips and grinned. “You think I’m done? Baby, you’re mine now.”

🧠 Hyun-tak — “You serious, baby?”

When she admitted it, Hyun-tak’s smile faltered for once. “You’re joking,” he said, voice soft. She shook her head. He stared. Then grinned — slow, dangerous. “Nah. That’s fucked up. You serious, baby? Never?”

She barely got out a nod before he had her on her back, spreading her thighs with gentle hands. “I’m gonna ruin you.” And he did. Fingers, tongue, cock — everything. She came until she couldn’t speak. He kissed her swollen lips and whispered: “From now on? You only finish with me.”

🧊 Na Baek-jin — “Tch. Amateurs.”

Baek-jin was already deep between her legs when she said it — quiet, hesitant. “I’ve never… finished before.” He froze. Pulled back. “You’re telling me all those guys fumbled this?” He slapped her thigh. “Tch. Amateurs.”

Then his mouth was back on her like he had something to prove. And he did. She came fast. Then harder. And when she tried to close her legs, he held them open. “Not done. Not until you forget their names.” By the end, she couldn’t remember her own.

🐾 Woo-Young — “Then I’ll be your first.”

She told him while curled against his chest, after kissing turned into touching. “I’ve never… actually finished. Not with anyone.” Woo pulled back, wide-eyed. “Ever?” “No.”

His expression shifted — something dark, something possessive. “Then I’ll be your first.” He went slow. Tender. Obsessed.

And when she came around his fingers, gasping his name, he just smirked and kissed her hard. “Told you. I’m gonna be your favorite, too.”

[sodapopper]

Okay. Hmm. I hear you with the “Soda and addiction” headcanons because on a surface level, I get where folks are coming from. He’s an adrenaline junkie, the world is loud and overwhelming, he finds ways to drown it out. I see what’s happening with those headcanons. I sort of get the vision.

But I feel like everything we learn about him in canon directly contradicts the idea of an addictive Soda.

He doesn’t drink. (I know people theorize Ponyboy is wrong about this, but listen, we have to believe the kid sometimes or the entire concept of canon becomes a joke.) He rarely ever smokes. He stays out of fights to protect Darry’s custody. He keeps a steady job. He’s faithful to his girlfriend and has a longterm goal to settle down with her—and canon implies they were having little, if any, sex.

For being flighty and easily distracted, Soda actually seems comparatively responsible, at least when paired against most of the guys in his circle—and if you’re not willing to believe Ponyboy’s narration, I think Darry’s trust in Soda is the biggest proof of this. These guys “know the score” and living recklessly isn’t just a matter of personal lifestyle, it’s something that directly affects their family. Soda is aware of this and the repercussions his actions have on Darry’s custody, and I simply can’t believe he’s out there living the Two-Bit life behind his brothers’ backs.

NOT TO SAY he’s living responsibly, because, well, he’s still Soda. But there’s a measure of awareness and self control that I don’t think we give him credit for having.

Pinning Soda as the addictive brother is ironic to me when PONYBOY MICHAEL CURTIS IS RIGHT THERE. The kid who eats handfuls of aspirin. Who can’t live without pepsi. Who chainsmokes at 14.

One of the Curtis boys has an addictive personality, and it ain’t Soda.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

i have such an idea for like mingi fluff ,,, like a small lil blurb about cute dates n stuff he takes u on

♡ dates w/ mingi ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!mingi x reader

♡ A/N: Thank you my sweet anon for giving me something fluffy to write during my writer's block. I hope you like what I came up with.

boyfriend!mingi who went through life pretending not to be a hopeless romantic until he fell head over heels for you and just couldn't hide it anymore

boyfriend!mingi who agonized over your very first date to the point that the other guys kept teasing him to finally make a decision but he couldn't because he knew it had to be just right

boyfriend!mingi who pays attention to every little thing you say, keeping mental notes of everything you're interested in so that he can surprise you with it in the future

boyfriend!mingi who buys you tickets to the prettiest aquarium in the city only to spend all of his time staring at you. you'll be standing by a tank, the serene glow of the water illuminating your face as the fish swim by, and he'll be right by your side holding your hand in his, eyes lit up with so much admiration you can feel it warm your skin.

"I thought we came here to watch the fish" you say, trying and failing to hide how hard you're blushing.

Mingi will just bring you closer, whispering softly in your ear, "But you're so much prettier to look at."

boyfriend!mingi who ends practice early to take you to the carnival, making sure that there's enough time for you to hop on every ride your heart desires. if you even seem like you want a snack he's already buying it for you. the same goes for prizes at those cheesy game booths. you want that cute stuffed chick? he'll stay at the booth forever if that's what it takes to win it for you. it doesn't matter if it wears him out more than dancing ever has, seeing your face light up when it's finally in your arms is well worth it.

boyfriend!mingi who plans a picnic for the most gorgeous summer day. it'd be easy to order food from somewhere but he thinks it's more special if he does it himself. so he wakes up early in the morning, whipping up all your favorite foods and packing them carefully in a picnic basket. he even takes care to choose the most picturesque spot, setting you up by the water under the shadiest tree. as always he's not really focused on the food or the scenery. his head's in your lap, your fingers threaded through his hair as he listens to you talk about your day.

"I'm probably talking too much" you might say after a while, not wanting to hog the conversation, but Mingi won't have it.

He'll smile up at you, readjusting to get more comfortable. "No, keep going. I love to hear you talk."

boyfriend!mingi who involves you in as many schedules as possible. a brand's sending him out on a fancy dinner? there's no way he's going without you. in fact, he doesn't even give you a say in coming or not. your outfit's already waiting for you when you get home. he's going to an after party for fashion week? you're by his side the whole night. these are special moments for him and there's no one else he'd rather spend them with.

boyfriend!mingi who doesn't really care what the date is at the end of the day. it could be a date to the eiffel tower or a quiet movie night at home. all he wants are the soft cuddles and the sweet kisses. the stolen glances and whispered words of admiration. it's all about seeing you smile or hearing you giggle. just knowing that he's done anything to make you feel as good as you make him feel inside is more special than anything.

[ghostsofmalenia]

LADS x lana del rey songs

content: slightly nsfw, it's just headcanons, most of them are just a little sad

a/n: this is my first post on this account! i'm a huge lana fan (like seriously), so this post is kind of just thought vomiting about the love interests, who i love equally btw before i get any accusations. anyways if yous enjoy this, lmk and i will gladly make a part 2! i could do an unreleased tracks version asw, i have a couple in mind.

SYLUS

honeymoon

this feels slightly obviously. the lyrical themes relating to his second life in the criminal world, the danger of his work, his power, combined with the soft, gentle instruments throughout the album. every day in this relationship feels like you’re newlyweds, no matter how little or how long you’ve been together. title track can be seen as explicitly sylus— a mysterious, dangerous man, with enemies, but still a complete enigma.

burning desire

cruising on his bike, passion, fire, this is sylus. trying to reach him on a deeper level, and he knows, it’s the heat of the city.

religion

also feels like a given. when you’re with him, he’s your world. and everything revolves and him. but it’s the same for him, everything is just about you, every song, every weather, every feeling.

ZAYNE

chemtrails over the country club

this soft, gentle affection that you get with him after a long day. reminiscing on when you were really young and would play together— this song does also give that, they loved each other as children, drifted only to come back so strong.. energy. and it’s a simple love sometimes like this, talking and laughing, and it’s just a moment of peace despite your chaos filled lives— you find each other.

pretty when you cry

lyrically, it’s not exact— but… just hear me out, this is just how it feels to be desperate for him, waiting for him to come home after a late night, or HIM waiting for you… and he keeps such a relaxed, indifferent face before he leaves, that’s not how he was acting when he was on top of you 10 minutes ago! when he was calling you his pretty girl, wiping the tears from your face. and sometimes after waiting, and waiting for him, he messages to say it’ll be another few hours. oh. my god. you’ll wait, for him, you would wait, because no one does it like he can.

let me love you like a woman

let’s travel the farthest distances for each other, let’s cross fucking skies and oceans just to hold each other. you and him together is just pure perfection. and i bet his words would sweep you off your damn feet.

RAFAYEL

13 beaches

okay, you are his love across LIFETIMES, over centuries. you exist in this ballroom of his mind, every time raf has to wait for you to reincarnate.. he goes to one of these safe places, an empty beach, where he can dance with you again in his own peace. and it hurts to have to wait for you, but this is just how it has to be, because he aches and yearns for the love you have together.

freak

FLAMES so hot that they turn blue… you’re his muse, and your time together is infinite, energising, electric. yall freaks

the next best american record

70s in spirit 90s in his state of mind. ugh, you guys just make each other. his art is all for you, about you, he will always end up back in your arms. also ‘something that i never knew i wanted’ babe it’s him you lost your past life memories again!

XAVIER

music to watch boys to

this one is mostly off of vibes. some of the lyrics i feel match his royal background, the song sounds luxurious and fabulous but honestly? it’s so relaxing it puts me to sleep. ik xavier is a freak too but mcs love with him reminds me of like just softly being together, listening to music and holding each other like you’ll never get a chance to ever again.

without you

all my dreams and all the lights mean nothing without you… 💔 your love is deadly.. i’m sobbing to this song with xavier. just everything.. it’s so him, this desperate yearning…

say yes to heaven

again, same as first.. just this relaxing tone, this eternal patience that xavier has, he’ll be there, waiting for you. all he can hope is that you keep choosing him.

CALEB

dark paradise

sigh. this one feels like he’s JUST exploded. it’s like you can feel his presence near your body, all around you. you know you have to be strong, but you can’t help but dream of him every night, and every time you open your eyes and he’s not with you, it feels like you’re being hit by a truck. just the thought of never seeing him again is agonising, but then…

venice bitch

you’ve been away from each other for a little while. now you’re older, more mature, and you’ve both changed in a way. but you still want him to come over, that never changes. let’s have a little nostalgia for old times, FINALLY.

brooklyn baby

this one’s for my girls who headcanon caleb as an avid guitar player.. this song for me is also based off of vibes. you BOTH don’t care about anything but each other, what else matters? you’re both beautiful, fun.. this is the dreamy relationship that you both always wanted, ESPECIALLY caleb. relax after those years of pain and suffering..

dividers by @uzmacchiato <3 so pretty

[deadprince05]

Cigarette smoke. Blue Lock

Pov: you decided to try smoking one cigarette for fun, but at that moment you were caught

Characters: Yoichi Isagi, Seishiro Nagi, Sae Itoshi, Meguru Bachira, Ryusei Shido, Rin Itoshi

Yoichi Isagi

Isagi started spending more time with his friends and because of that he paid less attention to you, so lately he didn't really know what you were doing and how you spent your time. One day he decided to surprise you and came to visit without warning and saw you with a cigarette. He didn't know it was your first cigarette, so he got a little angry and took the whole pack away from you, asking why you smoked. You explained everything to him, after which he sighed with relief and asked you not to smoke anymore, in exchange he would spend more time with you.

Seishiro Nagi

Besides football, Nagi always stays at home and plays games, which is what he was doing today. At that time, you were walking down the street and wanted to take cool photos, but you wanted to try something unusual, so you decided to take a picture with cigarettes. You bought one pack and took a few selfies, which you sent to Nagi for him to appreciate. Nagi was surprised in his mind that you smoke, because he didn't know about your habit, but he didn't pay attention to it and only praised the photos. It already started to seem to you that he doesn't care whether you smoke or not, but after a couple of seconds a new message came from the guy, "don't spoil your health, please," and after that he immediately logged off. You smiled slightly at the text and threw away the whole pack, going to visit Nagi.

Sae Itoshi

You often attended some important events with Sae, and you met a lot of different people there. Most of them drank and smoked and offered you company, but you refused, which made you uncomfortable. Sometimes you felt like a black sheep, so after another event you secretly bought a pack of cigarettes, wanting to learn how to smoke. At the moment, you live with Sae in the same hotel, so when he went out into the hallway, he saw you standing on the balcony with a cigarette. He didn't think much of it and just told you to be careful that no one took a picture of you smoking, in case it would damage the reputation of both of you. You left the balcony and shared your feelings with him, Sae's face didn't change much in emotion, but he took the cigarettes from your hands, threw them on the table and stroked your head.

"I'm not going to limit you, but if that's all it's about, then don't ruin your health. Forget about the others and take care of yourself, okay?"

Meguru Bachira

You were walking with a friend who loves to smoke, she often jokingly offered you to try it too, because she knew that you would not agree, but this time you decided to try. Your friend was surprised, and then she thought that one thing wouldn't hurt, so she gave you a cigarette. At first you coughed a lot and only over time did you learn to do it correctly, but you didn’t like it at all, so you didn’t try more than one cigarette. Having said goodbye to your friend after the walk, you went to meet Bachira, who was already waiting for you nearby. When you came, you told him about your experience, the guy listened to you attentively and did not show any indignation about it, but he was worried about your health. Bachira calmed down when you said that you didn’t want to smoke anymore and even laughed a little at the whole story, and then suggested that instead of cigarettes, you go with him to eat at a cafe.

Ryusei Shido

You walked around the city with Shido at night because he wante.d to get away from the negativity, and it's impossible to play football right now. He's a pretty active person and he can come up with very spontaneous ideas, so one day he started smoking. It's been like this for a week now, every time you walk, he smokes 2-3 cigarettes, and that's because you forbade smoking more than that. You didn't want to put pressure on the guy and force him to quit smoking, but you were also worried about his health and his future as a football player. As a child, you lived in a family of smokers and often breathed smoke from cigarettes, apparently this had a slight effect on your health, because today, when the wind sent cigarette smoke in your direction again, you coughed and Shido drew his attention to it. He threw the cigarette on the sidewalk and started asking how you were feeling. You said that everything was fine, but you still advised him to quit smoking for his own sake, because he is an athlete. Shido is usually a very stubborn person and it's hard to convince him of anything unless he wants to, but this time he decided to listen to you. He threw away a pack of cigarettes not only out of fear of losing his football career, but also out of concern for your health. It's been a long time since you've seen Shido so calm, because he's usually very bright and loud, you hugged a guy and you decided to go home to watch something funny and deal with negativity in another way.

Rin Itoshi

Rin rarely shows his emotions to anyone, even if he worries in his heart, you are well aware of his character trait, so you usually don't worry about emotionlessness. One day you were walking on the street and texting a guy, telling him about your day, and he responded with monosyllabic answers without any emotion, and although you were used to it, sometimes this behavior was unpleasant. For the sake of interest, you decided to say something unusual that could definitely attract Itoshi's attention. You took a short pause and suddenly wrote that you missed cigarettes, as if you hadn't smoked them for a very long time. You wanted to make a joke and observe Rin's reaction, but he apparently didn't believe you, so he just dryly commented on it, as usual. The little joke eventually turned into a slight grudge on your part against Itoshi, you immediately asked a passerby for a cigarette, and fortunately, he agreed to share one with you. You immediately started taking photos to send them to your boyfriend. Rin looked at the selfie where you are standing with a cigarette in your mouth with a displeased face, and was surprised by it. In fact, he was surprised by your messages earlier, and he was a little worried that you were writing about cigarettes now, even if you had already quit smoking. He wouldn't want you to ruin your health, so the guy overcame himself and wrote a big message for you about the dangers of cigarettes. He tried to give only dry facts and not show his emotional anxiety, because he was worried that you would feel uncomfortable, but you immediately realized that he was worried. You threw away the cigarette and told the guy the whole truth, he breathed a sigh of relief and still scolded you a little for this behavior, but promised to share emotions more often and show more affection.

[adoredaqua]

stay, please?

NOTE: was listening to an audio and thought about Vi. i felt bad that i haven't put anything out in a while, so here's a little something :). i am working on another fic with Sevika, but it's longer than i was anticipating, hopefully, i get it done soon, cause you guys deserve some more fics from me

previous loser! Vi work, you don't need to read it to understand this

synopsis: loser! Vi is trying to finish a project, but she can't help but be distracted by you

CW: fluff with a suggestive theme ;), proofread and edited, no usage of y/n, modern setting, college au, hyperfeminine! reader (referred to as "pretty", wears dresses and heels), established relationship, vi being a desperate horn dog cutie

word count: 1 300 +

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“Hi baby,” a soft voice calls out in the dimly lit room. A pencil scribbling on paper is what greets you back. You smile to yourself, not taking any offence from your very concentrated girlfriend. You move carefully to not disturb Vi, who is hunched over on her desk. Stacks of textbooks and notebooks block your view of her side profile. An old lamp is the only source of light, that and her laptop. Vi was content with that. She didn't like having the main light in her room on. She likes the darkness, and she swears it makes her work better. Even with the continuous complaints of her decreasing eyesight, she still insists on her lamp.

You softly close the door behind you, placing your purse on the doorknob. You gently remove your hoodie, well, Vi's hoodie and place it on top of your purse. Originally, the two of you were going to hang out, but unfortunately, Vi completely forgot she had a group project to finish. She was better than this. She was good at planning everything so she could have time for you, family, life, and school, but she was bound to slip. She felt incredibly guilty having to cancel on you, but you knew better than to keep Vi away from her academics. 

You had texted her a couple of times, and after not getting any response, you impulsively decided to come anyway. Not that anyone would have minded. Vander knew you, and so do her siblings. You’ve visited and entered they’re home without much of a warning before. Usually, you were met with loud chatter and yelling from Milo and Powder, but the house was quiet. You had finished your homework and were hoping Vi would be as well. Though that doesn't seem to be the case. 

You make your way over to Vi, putting a hand on her shoulder to grab her attention. She straightens herself up, and once she does, you put your head on top of hers.

“Whatcha doing?” You say, taking note of Vi's freshly washed hair. It was soft and silky. You could spend hours running your hand through it, and you have. 

A chuckle and a hoarse voice replies, “Just the project. Turns out I'm the last one to finish my part, so I have to finish by tonight.” She grabs your hand, rested on her shoulder, and plays with your fingers. 

“I thought it was due next week?”

“It is, but we all agreed to finish it early, so we don't have to deal with it anymore. Besides, it's kinda embarrassing being the last one not done on my part.”  

You hum as a way to agree, a bit disappointed because there doesn’t seem to be anything to turn Vi’s attention away. “What are you doing here, though?” She turns her head to look at you, admiring you. It was nice to let her eyes rest on something pretty rather than stare at a screen. 

“Are you not happy to see me?” You raise an eyebrow, teasing her, though you know she didn’t mean it like that. It was only fair that Vi got teased as she does with you, all the time.

“No, of course not.” Now having her attention, she spins her chair to be able to get a good look at you. You wore a light pink babydoll dress, which had lace around the bodice with a little ribbon in the middle to draw attention to the cleavage, and that’s exactly what it did. Vi’s eyes scanned you up and down, hunger grew with each detail she noticed. She knows you were about to go to bed. Your hair was in its natural state, and she could smell lavender off of you. Your skin was glistening from your body oil, and you looked so soft, waiting to be touched. Face was bare from the makeup you had worn that day, and Vi can now admire the moles adorned your face. 

“You look really good.” Vi bites her lip, like she’s holding back from pouncing on you. “Like, really good.” Fuck, did you always look this good? Maybe it was her seeing you in a new light. 

You were always glammed up. Never able to leave the dorm without a face full of makeup and your hair done. The outfit had to be equally as thought through as everything else. That was one of the reasons why Vi liked you. She admired how much time you took care of yourself. While everyone wore sweatpants and hoodies to school, including her at times, you were there at school, in heels and a frilly dress with a new hairstyle every day. 

To see you in a more casual state was mind-boggling to Vi. This was something she didn’t realize she needed. It almost felt wrong to be blessed like this.

“Oh? I’m just in my nighty.” You look at her with an odd look, not knowing how high her heart rate is going. 

“I know, but…” She trails off. Her hands find their way to your nighty, pushing the fabric up to expose your thighs more. 

“Violet!” Smacking her hand away, you giggle at your girlfriend’s eagerness. “I was just here for a quick visit and to say goodnight.” It was the simple truth. You were planning on having a quiet night to yourself, but it felt weird not to have seen Vi in the day. Thankfully, she only lived a ten-minute drive away from you. 

“Wait, no, you should stay.” Vi looks up, looking like a wounded puppy. You take a mental picture for yourself to tease her later.

“Don’t you need to finish your project?” You pout at her. Vi curses to herself, seemingly frustrated by the circumstances. She hopes to curse everyone who put her in this very difficult situation. Her professor, her schoolmates, and even time itself. 

“I will, just-” She cuts herself off, thinking of a plan convincing enough for you to stay. “I’ll get it done really quickly. Just give me an hour. You can also stay the night.” 

“Please.” It was practically a whine the way Vi was so desperate to have you with her. 

“An hour? That’s too long.” You sigh to yourself, if she wanted you to stay, she needs to work for it. Literally. 

“No, please. Please stay. It’ll be quick.” Vi pulls you in close, trapping you between her legs. Her strong arms wrap around your frame, as she nuzzles her face into your abdomen. If you say no, she at least wants to have your scent on her. 

“You sure I won’t distract you?” 

“Yes, I promise.” Vi eagerly responds, and you can’t help but giggle. “So, you’ll stay?”

“Mhm,” you nod your head and kiss Vi on the forehead. 

“But, you have to stay in the living room.” 

“What?” You pry yourself off, and she looks as if you were the one who said something ridiculous. “You don’t want me in the room?”

“No, because you’re going to distract me,” Vi whispers like she’s terrified of the truth, and she was. You were distracting enough as it is; she doesn’t need to fight herself more than she already needs to. It was a constant battle in her head when it came to you. Janna, if she could, she would have you every hour of the day, every day. 

“Please? Just an hour.” She pulls you back down for a kiss. It was slow and innocent, just a way to convince you. And before it gets more heated, she pulls away to gaze into your eyes. A silent plea to listen and not fight her on the subject.

“Fine, fine,” You wave her off, as you turn away to settle in the living room, you take her hand in yours, “but, just know…” You guide her hand to your back and let it slide off to the curve of your ass, making sure she feels the absence of underwear. 

“You’re missing out.” Humming to yourself in victory, you walk off and let Vi think on the consequences of her actions.

“Holy shit.” 

[bigidiotenergytm]

Hello! Big fan of your FMTD AU so I was just wondering did Odyessus ever learn skill like sewing, sports and baking or cooking because I doubt he just spent all his time watching on shores and maybe did something as a form of coping over time and years besides from doing what he usually does.

Also curious how Circe and Odyessus relationship is now a days!

hiiiii thank u for loving this au like i do djhfdk

but yes! ody actually learns a lot of things, not even just new hobbies that have either stuck or not stuck. naturally he had to learn some things in order to properly take care of himself (like cooking, sewing, other life skills) but he's a warrior of the mind. he's always been so naturally curious about things, wanting to learn as much as he can about everything and anything.

his favorite thing is to read period, whether it's fictional or not. he taught himself more languages 1) because well. why not. he has the time and 2) to get more information outside of greece. he's fluent in pretty much every major language and then some

he's also very curious about machinery and how they work, having taken apart and put back together things from as big as boats to things as little as a simple flashlight

i could see him take hobbies up like threading (bc of his mother and penelope), woodworking, antiquing/collecting stuff, people watching, he also still loves hiking and does swim as well as practice archery, listening to music (either with a gramophone or walkman) (he does enjoy all kinds of music, but prefers more calming rhythms), even playing very simple games on his flip phone

also, he goes out and sees plays when he can. pretty much the only time he'll be in a crowd of people for so long, but he really likes to see a story play out in person than on a tv screen.

regarding circe, they haven't talked or seen each other since he left her island. i highly doubt circe even knows odysseus is still alive nor do i think she'd even care? he was just a guy who came and went. did show her that not all men are bad, sure, and also taught him some things, but there's no reason they'd ever meet again unless she were to come to ithaca.

[bbokaricentral]

pairing: friends to lovers, han x fem! Reader

Wc: 2k. 

warnings: infidelity mentions, smut (mdni), kissing, fluff. 

Best Friend! Han – who watches you, dressed in white, walking down the aisle, and his heart clenches with a painful kind of longing. He smiles, of course, because that’s what he does—he supports you, even though inside, he wishes with everything that it was him standing at the altar beside you.

He swallows the ache as he watches your smile, your happiness shining as you walk toward the man you chose. He tells himself it’s okay, that you deserve this joy. But when the bouquet flies into the air and he catches it, there’s a bitter twist in his chest, as if the universe is teasing him.

Best Friend! Han – who teases you, grinning after he catches the bouquet. Plastering a fake beam across his face. 

“God I wish that was me” he whispers as you kiss your husband. 

Best Friend! Han – who’s never been able to shake the feeling that your husband isn’t right for you. He doesn’t speak up, not to you. He’s the best friend, always there when you need him, even if the jealousy quietly festers inside him. It’s subtle—he doesn’t want to ruin your happiness. But there’s something in your husband’s eyes that makes Han uneasy, something he just can’t place.

It’s in the way your husband brushes off your concerns, or the way he doesn’t seem to truly listen to you when you need him. Han can’t quite put it into words, but he feels it. Something is off. And yet, all he can do is smile and offer the comfort of his presence when you call, always there when you vent about him.

Best Friend! Han – who keeps his distance as your relationship hits rough patches. He’s there for you, of course, always. But when you call him late at night, asking for advice, he listens. He offers comfort. He doesn’t tell you what he really thinks—that you deserve more than this. That you deserve someone who adores you, someone who’s been there for you since day one.

But that’s not Han’s place, not really. He’s just your best friend. That’s what he tells himself.

Still, a little voice in his head wonders: What if… What if you had noticed him sooner? What if he hadn’t always been the guy you leaned on, but the guy you loved?

Best Friend! Han – who shows up at your favorite cafe one afternoon to surprise you with a small gift, something to cheer you up. But when he walks inside, his world freezes for a second. There’s your husband, sitting across from a woman. They’re laughing, holding hands across the table. He doesn’t even need to get closer to see the way they look at each other.

Han’s heart drops.

He doesn’t hesitate. His fingers move quickly, pulling out his phone to snap a photo. His hands are steady, though his pulse is racing. The anger bubbles up, but it’s not about him. It’s about you.

He stares at the photo for a moment, his eyes burning with a mix of disbelief and rage. This… this isn’t just an innocent meeting. This is betrayal.

Best Friend! Han – who immediately calls you, his voice tight with barely-contained fury. “Hey. We need to talk. Come over to my place. Now.”

You don’t even need to ask why. You hear it in his voice. Something’s wrong. Something’s happened.

He doesn’t sugarcoat it when you arrive, no soft words. “I saw him. He’s with someone else. He’s cheating on you.” He pulls out the photo, his eyes dark. “This isn’t just a friendly lunch, and you deserve to know.”

Best Friend! Han – who holds you as you break down, the weight of the betrayal crashing over you in waves. You cry in his arms, and for once, he doesn’t know what to say. He just holds you. He kisses your tears away, his heart aching because he’s always known this moment might come, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

He wishes, for a fleeting moment, that he could have been the one to protect you from this hurt. But now, all he can do is be here, with you.

Soon-to-be ex-wife! Reader – who, trembling, calls your husband. You demand answers, needing something—anything—to make sense of it. But all he offers is cold detachment. He’s sad, sure, but it’s not because he cares. It’s because he’s losing you. And that’s the most you’ll get from him.

Soon-to-be ex-wife! Reader – who begs Han, desperate. “Please, I can’t face this. I don’t want to go back there. Can you… can you get my things for me?”

Best Friend! Han – who doesn’t hesitate. “I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”

He walks into your shared home, the house that once felt like a dream, and quietly packs up your things. When your ex confronts him, demanding to know why Han knows everything, Han’s patience runs thin.

“Why do I care so much?” Han’s voice is hard now, no longer the easygoing best friend. “Maybe because if you weren’t such a selfish asshole, she’d still be here. But you weren’t. So I will be.”

Best Friend! Han – who stands by you through it all. Every tear, every breakdown, every empty night spent staring at the ceiling, he’s there, holding you, soothing your pain. He takes you out on little adventures to make you smile again, and slowly, you begin to see him differently.

Not just the guy who was always there, but the guy who should have been there all along.

“Best Friend!” Han – who lifts your spirits with little trips to the carnival, late-night drives, days at the beach, and quiet moments where the two of you talk for hours. You laugh more than you’ve laughed in a long time. And slowly, the space where the hurt used to be begins to fill with warmth, with comfort. And then, one evening, after a simple, easy kiss on the cheek, you realize it.

It’s not just that he’s been your best friend all this time. It’s that he’s been your true love. And it’s been there all along.

“Best Friend!” Han – who kisses your lips softly, gently, in a way you’ve never expected. It’s just a kiss, a simple thing, but it leaves you breathless, your heart racing. You pull away, your face flushed, and something inside of you shifts.

It’s not just the kiss. It’s everything that came before it. All the small, quiet moments when you looked at him and saw more than just your best friend. You see him for what he’s always been: the one who never left, the one who always had your back

“Best Friend!” Han — who fucks the sadness out of you. Even at his sexiest he still treats you like glass, flickering touches, as he worships every part of you.  

Han's hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he drives into you, each thrust deliberate and deep. "You feel so fucking good," he growls, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "I could stay like this forever, buried inside you." 

You moan, your body aching with pleasure, your nerves on fire, overstimulated and begging for more. "Please, Han," you whimper, your voice hoarse with need. "Don't stop. I need more." He obliges, his pace quickening, his body slapping against yours, the sound raw and primal. But even as his touch is rough, his words are sweet. "You're my everything," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck. 

"My best friend, my lover, my world." You can feel his love in every powerful thrust, his desire in every desperate kiss. Your body trembles, your mind spins, and you know that you're his, completely and utterly, as you cry out his name, your pleasure crashing over you like a wave.

Girlfriend! Reader – who, as you lie next to him, thinking back on everything, realizes that you spent three years with your high school sweetheart, your ex, someone you thought was your forever. But it wasn’t him. Not really.

Your true love, the person who was always meant to be there for you, was never your ex. It was always Han. The one who stayed when everything fell apart. The one who held you when you were broken. The one who loved you all along, even when you didn’t know it.

Boyfriend! Han – who treats you better than anyone ever has, who sees you for everything you are, and loves you more than you ever thought was possible. He’s the one who was there through it all—through your heartbreak, your loneliness, your darkest days.

And now, he’s the one who gets to hold your hand, love you, cherish you. The one who’s not just your best friend anymore, but your everything.

Boyfriend! Han – who, with every touch, every smile, every whisper, proves that he was worth the wait. He’s not just the guy who always had your back. He’s the guy who’s going to be with you for the rest of your life.

Newly Wed! Reader — who beams at your pretty ring when you looks at your fingers.  

[marvelouslymarly]

After Midnight (Bob Reynolds x female superhero!reader)

[Gif credits to @a-reader-and-a-writer]

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Robert Reynolds/the Sentry/the Void x female superhero!reader

Summary: You're out with the team when some dude starts acting like an ass. Bob helps you get away and takes you home to show you how a lady should be treated...

Rated E for explicit - Minors do not interact!!

CW: physical violence (bar brawl); the void showing up for a second there; some hints at sexual harrassment/assault (no on page rape!); Bob dancing with reader; fluff; half of this is smut (first time reader and Bob sleep together; oral/female and male receiving; fingering, p in v sex (protected); multiple orgasms) [i think i need a pastor]; minor thunderbolts* spoiler warning bc this is set after the film

Word count: 10.6k words (and I thought the last one was a long one, LOL)

Masterlist

[A/N #1: Got the idea for this on the drive home from my parents' place while listening to After Midnight by Chappel Roan, so here you go]

[A/N #2: thank you to @scuttle-buttle for cheering me on and reading through this!!! Dedicating this to you, babes🫰🏻]

The music was blasting over the speakers, and you could feel the beat in every cell of your body. The team had decided to go out that night, needing a break from training and recon-missions and the same old day-in-and-day-out of the last few weeks. While the guys had stayed back at the bar, Ava and Yelena had pulled you into the center of the dance floor, telling you to put yourself out there and have some fun for once. You knew that they were right. It had been a while since you forgot about work and everything that came with first being one of Val's shadow ops and then becoming part of what Val intended to become the new Avengers.

Even after a few months, the title still didn't feel right. It was just too loaded with expectations, with ideas and opinions about who you should be, what you should or shouldn't do. You guys weren't shiny and new. You were rough around the edges, with problems and your own past full of mistakes and regrets. You all had things you'd like to forget or wished to have gone up in flames with every little detail Val put in that vault.

Being called the "new Avengers" felt like stepping into footsteps not only way too big to fill, but also just the wrong shape to begin with. It was like trying to match the tracks of bears with those of lions. You were a different species of heroes - and even calling yourself heroes felt wrong somehow. You were too familiar with being the bad guys, with having your stories twisted, being used for whatever wrong someone wanted done without getting their own hands dirty. But now, you were supposed to be the ones stopping the bad guys, to fight the guys you were made out to be before.

So, this night out felt like the right call for multiple reasons. It was good for forgetting about work, but also for getting to know each other outside of work settings. You'd lived with them for months and knew everything about who preferred what guns, who would do what whenever you were out on missions but whenever you came home, you'd retreat into your own spaces, resting and trying to figure out where you all fit into whatever Val had in mind when she called the press on you and announced her new team of superheroes come to save the world.

~~~

Earlier that evening, while putting on that one dress in the back of your wardrobe, you could hear your mother's voice in the back of your head, telling you not to dress this provocatively. To be a good girl and cover yourself before the Lord's eyes. You felt the anger you'd repressed for so long bubble back up inside of you. Images of the time before you ran away from home came rushing back in. 

The front lawns of the neighbourhood peppered with signs with psalms and verses written on them. Crosses in every room of the house you’d grown up in. The metal rods and mosquito nets outside the windows to “keep evil out” but, in all honesty, they were there to keep you from climbing out the windows in the middle of the night. Memories of everything your parents tried to make you believe about the virtues of life and how to be a pious girl and a good servant of the Lord. 

You could feel the bile rise, thinking back to the person they had tried to turn you into.Their attempts to marry you off to some boy from the community. Michael Dawson. A good boy, named after the archangel. A god-fearing boy just barely old enough to drive a car. In the year before your parents had told you about their plans, you had barely exchanged two sentences with him. But still, it was blatantly obvious to everyone who looked at him and at the way he looked at Paul for even a second, that this probably wouldn’t have been the happy and sacred marriage your parents had envisioned for you.

When the blip first happened, it felt like you were set free from everything you hated so much. With your family gone, there was nothing holding you back from leaving the community while the rest turned to prayers and service. Just having turned 18 a couple of weeks ago, you’d grabbed the keys to your father’s truck and never looked back.

You caught a look of yourself in the mirror and thought about how far you'd come in the last 8 years. How much distance you'd put between your old life and this new one - regardless of how lost you still felt sometimes. You thought about how you moved to the big city and took up self-defense classes after a close call on your way home from work one night. How powerful you felt once you’d realised you loved to fight and get stronger both physically and mentally. That now, there was very little that you couldn’t get through because you didn’t have to rely on prayers anymore.

You pulled the dress down in the front, revealing more cleavage, and adjusted how your breasts sat in the built-in cups. The thought of your mother’s jaw falling to the floor at the sight of you in this get up, her hands doing quick work to bless herself, sent a smirk to your lips. You smoothed out the dress, letting your hands dance over the sides of your body while you admired yourself. The tightness of the dress, hugging you in just the right places, the skirt just long enough to cover the ass that you trained so hard for. Reapplying the dark red lipstick, you smacked your lips in a playful manner and ran your hand through your locks before leaving your room and joining the others in the common area of your shared apartment.

You could still hear the whistles Walker had sent your way, adding an approving 'looking good, [y/l/n]' after standing up straighter and looking you up and down. You rolled your eyes at him while you put your purse over your shoulder, and then adjusted the leather jacket thrown over your am.

"You clean up nice, too, I guess," you retorted and looked around the group.

Ava and Yelena had put themselves into their best party outfits as well, wearing a knowing smirk while putting up both thumbs, respectively. When your eyes landed on Bob, you could see a faint pink tint to his cheeks, and he quickly averted your gaze, nodding vigorously.

"Yeah, you look really nice... Really... nice, yeah!" He cleared his throat, the blush deepening a few shades. His jaw clenched and you smiled to yourself, having secretly hoped he'd like the way you'd dressed up.

When you'd first met him in the vault those few months ago, in the scrubs that seemed three sizes too big for him, he looked like a helpless puppy, his blue eyes so big and excited at what he'd stumbled into - literally. But then, when you saw what he was capable of, both as the Sentry and the Void and your interest in him grew. He was no longer just the sad, helpless puppy but something more intriguing. Someone with layers that you wanted to uncover one at a time.

After first moving to New York and into the Watchtower with the others, there weren't many chances for you two to interact, to get to know each other better. But when it became more and more obvious that he wasn't ready to be sent out into missions with the rest of the team just yet, you came up with the idea of rotating who would stay at home with him. The rest of the team welcomed the idea of it and so, whenever someone wasn't needed for the mission, they'd try and help Bob figure out how to channel his inner Sentry without also summoning the Void with it. Or they'd bake cakes or make dinner for when the others came back.

You'd stayed back with him two times at that point but every time you asked if he wanted to join you for a gym session or for a swim in the new pool, he'd come up with excuses. Saying he'd sprained his ankle the last time he was working out with Bucky or that he'd just done his daily laps in the morning and was looking forward to reading that one book he didn't have the chance to get to yet. The first time around, you figured he was just a little anti-social and needed some more time to get comfortable but then you heard about how Yelena had gotten him to punch the punching bag so forcefully that it came off the hinges and flew to the other side of the gym and how even Walker could convince him to try some new technique to compartmentalise.

When he declined your invitation to watch a movie the second time you stayed behind, you grew weary, scared that you'd done something wrong or that he just simply didn't like you at all. That the interest you had in him wasn’t reciprocated. But, seeing him blush at the sight of you all dolled up set the tiny bit of hope you still had ablaze once more. On the way to the bar, you caught yourself disengaging from the conversation, coming up with ideas or ways to get him on his own, hoping that he’d be more forthcoming once he had a drink or two in him.

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The feeling of arms slipping around your waist brought you back to the bar and to the song you were mindlessly singing along to. Hands were moving down to your waist, holding onto you as you swayed your hips from side to side. Your eyes travelled down your figure, thinking that maybe it was one of the guys playing a trick on you but then you didn't recognise the tattoos winding up the left forearm and into the rolled up sleeves. Your head turned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of you had come up behind you but you couldn’t quite make out who it was, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

Looking around for the girls, you saw that Ava and Yelena had gone back over to the bar, probably to get you guys some drinks. Also sitting at the bar, you made out Walker, Bob and Bucky - the latter engaged in a conversation with some girl desperately trying to get his number from the way she pushed her phone into his direction, a bright smile on her lips, despite the restrained expression on his face and him shaking his head repeatedly, pushing her phone back every time it made contact with his chest. 

Wildly gesticulating with every fiber of his being, Walker was talking to Bob, who was staring into the glass in front of him. You weren’t sure if he was just lost in thought or if he had one too many, his face inattentive and his shoulders slumped. His gaze wandered over to you, as if he’d felt your eyes on him, and then to the guy behind you, his jaw clenching tightly. Just as quickly as his eyes had met yours, they were back on the remnants of whatever drink he had been musing before, his knuckles turning white in the dim light.

The arms around your hip pulled you back, bringing your attention back to the dancefloor, and you felt a very clammy shirt press into your shoulders before the smell of cheap alcohol mixed with even cheaper breath mints filled your nostrils. Your whole body tensed, when the guy’s right hand travelled back up your side and stopped just under your breast for a second, before moving to the front and up to your neck.

"Hey, Mama, you alone here," the voice slurred questioning, hot breath hitting your ear and neck, and sending goosebumps down your body. His hand was slowly wrapping around your neck and made you turn your head again. Out the corner of your eye, you could clock the name tag on his shirt, making out ‘Sam’ written in cursive stitches.

Feeling your throat close up from the stinging aroma of the cheap liquor he must've bathed in, you tried to push Sam’s arms off of your body, scratching at his skin. But his grip didn’t budge one bit, only growing tighter, his nails digging in through the fabric of your dress and into your neck.

Your desperate pleas for him to let go of you seemed to be useless, lost to the loud music coming from the speakers in every corner of the dance floor. But you couldn't get anything out above a feeble whisper, tears brimming in your eyes while snippets of the last time you went to a bar raced through your brain.

"Why are you so tense? Let's have some fun, baby," Sam pushed and started to grind into you from behind, his dick getting harder with every move, pressing into your behind.

Again, you looked around for the rest of the team, hoping someone would notice your struggle and come over to help. But Ava and Yelena were nowhere to be seen, and Walker must’ve gone out to get some fresh air with Bucky because they weren’t where you had last seen them either. The only team member you could still make out was Bob, sitting at the bar with his back turned to you, waving down the bartender for another drink.

Realising you were on your own in this one, you tried to turn around, to get some leverage on him and were just able to turn your face away when he leant down and tried to press a kiss to your lips. 

“I told you to leave me be,” you repeated forcefully, your flat hand landing on his cheek in a satisfying slap.

An urgent cry left your mouth, then, and the force behind your shove grew stronger, pushing Sam away from you and making him lose his balance. He stumbled back a step or two before he caught himself again, glaring at you.

He pushed up his sleeves again and started to come at you, an evil sneer on his face.

"What's your fucking problem, bitch,” he spat and looked you up and down, stepping closer slowly.

“You dress like that, and then you turn into a prude when -"

He was cut off short when a fist met his jaw and threw him into the people surrounding you, a tooth and a spray of blood flying from his mouth. You looked at who had landed that blow, still unable to fully comprehend what had just happened.

To your right, there stood Bob, his mouth hanging open a bit and his eyes glowing a dangerous golden colour. You hadn't noticed him getting up from the bar and coming over, but you were deeply grateful for him doing so, scared of what would've happened if he hadn't stepped in.

When he realised what he'd done, he shook his head slightly, the blue returning to his eyes once more, and he got ready to fight. With his fists raised in front of his face, he waited for the other guy to get back up again.

“What do you want, you limp noodle of a man, huh? You just got lucky with that one, fella.” The other guy pointed at Bob before spitting blood onto the light-up dance floor and cracking his neck, walking up to Bob. When he was still a few steps from him, Bob threw another punch, this time with even more force behind it and knocking Sam right out. There was a dark air around him, blackness enveloping his fist and travelling up his arm right before your eyes.

“She told you to leave her alone, asshat,” the Void growled, his voice several shades darker than that of Bob.

Looking at the limp figure before him for a split second, the Void went back in, throwing punch after punch, the black hand glistening from what must have been even more blood. Scared of what he’d do to Sam, you tried pulling Bob off of him, whispering into his ear that it was enough and for him to come back to you.

“Bob, please. He’s down already”, you begged and finally got enough strength to drag him away. Cupping his face, you tried to get Bob to focus on you and the black started to recede from his arms, his bloody hand cradling your face in return. It took a moment for the blue to return to his eyes again, for his jaw to unclench and the deep frown to relax a little.

"Are you ok, [y/n]?” Bob’s voice had gotten softer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of lasting harm. 

"Yeah, I think I just need some fresh air," you murmured and held onto his shirt, your legs feeling like jell-o all of a sudden.

Bob wrapped a protective arm around your back when he felt you dip against his stature and pulled you closer, his eyes going to somewhere behind you. He gulped loudly and you looked over your shoulder at what he’d seen.

"You two!" The security guard pointed at you and Bob, and then motioned for you to get out of there.

"Congrats, you just earned yourself a no-return ticket out of this bar," the guard added, and Bob started sputtering, trying to argue about how Sam had started it, how he was just trying to protect you and that Sam should be the one getting kicked out of the bar instead. Picking up the bloody mess that the Void had turned Sam into, the security guard started for the door, looking over his shoulder as if waiting for us to follow him.

"Oh, don't worry, he's going with you!" The guard pushed Bob towards the back exit, Bob's shoulders slumping a little before making his way out of the group of onlookers, pulling you with him by the hand. You intertwined your fingers with his, trying not to lose him while pushing through the mass.

"Our friends are still inside," you tried when you got outside, but the security guard wouldn't have any of it, telling you 'life sucks' and 'better luck next time' while propping Sam up against the wall of the back alley. Without another word, he made for the back entrance before the door fell shut on him, and then disappeared into the turmoil inside the bar.

Looking around the dark alleyway, Bob scoffed before turning towards you, an angry look on his face.

"What a dick!"

You just shrugged your shoulders and felt tears well up in your eyes again, the shock of the situation wearing down and the fear taking over once more. When you tugged at his hand, Bob looked down, realising he was holding your hand, fingers intertwined, and let go before scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry, I didn't realise..."

He wiped his hands on his shirt, the blood staining the white shirt he was wearing under the flannel, and apologised again. When the first tears started to roll down your cheeks, a sob left your mouth and pulled his gaze back to you. His eyes widened in shock and his jaw went slack again, his brows knitting together in a regretful frown.

"Oh, no... I didn't mean to... [y/n], please don't cry..." He came up to you and cupped your cheeks, looking into your eyes deeply before wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I'm sorry... I just get really clammy hands whenever I feel... overwhelmed… And well, the blood and all…"

The embrace was warm, his arms feeling like a protective blanket wrapping around you, shielding you from any more harm. You sidled up to him, relishing in the comfort the hug offered against the cold air of night-time New York in early December. You stayed wrapped in his arms for a second, silent tears rolling down your cheeks while you tried to gather yourself, listening to the faint sound of his heart beating rapidly.

When you heard the groggy groans of the figure behind you, you tensed again and looked up at Bob, his face breaking further when he saw your tear-stained cheeks.

"Can you please get me out of here," you begged, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and he nodded quickly before letting one arm fall down from its place around your frame and cupping your cheek.

"Yeah, sure. Just tell me where to," he affirmed, wiping away the latest tears with the pad of his thumb. When he realised that you were shivering, he shimmied out of his flannel, wrapping it around your shoulders and mumbling ‘here, this should keep you warm’ under his breath.

"Just take me home, please." You pulled the soft fabric around you tighter, the warm scent of cedarwood and vanilla mixed with his own warm smell enveloping your senses.

He nodded again and turned towards the exit of the alleyway, his right arm wrapping around your shoulder again while he led you towards the main street.

~~~

You guys spent the first few minutes of your walk in silence, not sure how to make conversation after what had happened.

That was until you were stood at a red light and Bob turned towards you, his arm having fallen from around you a few blocks ago.

"I'm sorry, I got us kicked out of the bar," he apologised and put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, the uneasy look from earlier making its way back onto his face, knitting his eyebrows together and making him pull his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You really seemed to have a good time until that fucker turned up," Bob went on and you shrugged, the fun from earlier already a distant memory in the racing tornado of thoughts wreaking havoc in your mind.

"It was alright", your voice was low and you kicked at the burger wrapping left behind on the sidewalk, hoping you'd be able to boot the haunting images of past trauma away with it.

"Maybe it's stupid, but I kinda wanted to dance with you up there", Bob admitted, looking off towards the traffic light on the other side of the crossing. 

His fingers were mindlessly fidgeting with the brand label at the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit you had observed so often when you were around him. When his gaze met yours, the small smile playing on his lips sent butterflies to your stomach, a warmth you hadn't felt in ages rushing up your arms and down your back.

"You looked really beautiful, you know. In the lights, lost to the music. Like you were somewhere else entirely and you didn't have a care in the world", he added, a chuckle at the end of his sentence, and his eyes sparkled, reflecting the cool light of the headlights lining the street.

"I would have liked that", you admitted, offering him a warm smile in return before turning your attention to the changing traffic light indicating you were allowed to cross the street.

“You wouldn’t have enjoyed that for long though,” he replied, chuckling to himself again, before looking over to where you were walking by his side. “I am a really terrible dancer. Like… I’ve totally got two left feet. Just the thought makes me feel sorry for your toes.”

He struck a pose and wiggled his butt to imaginary music when he reached the sidewalk, looking over his shoulder at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and trying his best to look seductive.

This had you laughing loudly then, holding onto his arm for support and putting your head against his shoulder, your eyes closing in appreciation.

“Thank you! I really needed that right now, Bob,” you got out between laughs and grinned up at him, the butterflies in your stomach making you feel like you were 14 all over again.

“Always at your service, m’lady.” He bowed and winked at you before continuing his way down the street, pulling you with him by the hand.

~~~

“Ok, so, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick, but how about we put on some music after and have that dance party”, you suggested, walking through the elevator doors and looking over your shoulder at Bob, who had an easy smile on his face, his cheek a healthy shade of pink from all the laughing.

He put his arms out and grabbed a hold of the lapelles of the flannel you were still wearing, pulling you back closer to him before wrapping his arms around your frame in a tight hug. You snuggled up to him, ignoring the bloody streaks on his shirt and buried your head against his chest.

“What’s that for,” you asked, looking up at him from under your lashes and trying to keep yourself from blushing at the softness in his eyes.

“I just felt like hugging you, that’s all,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “You looked so cuddly in the dim light, wrapped up in my flannel.”

The words left his mouth quietly, barely above a whisper and when he realised he’d said it aloud, his eyes grew wide, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in a thick gulp. After trying to find the right words to reply to this and coming up empty, you pushed up on your tiptoes and put a quick kiss on his cheek. Scared you took it too far, you wriggled out of the embrace and turned to the general direction of your bedroom, leaving Bob standing near the elevator, his fingers repeatedly running over the spot that you had just kissed, his eyes glued to where you had just stood and his mouth opening and closing rapidly.

“Remember, dance party in the living room in ten minutes,” you yelled over your shoulder and vanished in your bedroom.

~~~

You connected your phone to the speakers in the living room, sneaking up to Bob sitting on the couch and wrapped your arms around his neck, a giant grin playing at your lips.

“Ready to dance, Bob,” you whispered in his ear cheekily, drawing out his name and letting your hands run down his chest while your towel dried hair fell around you.

He grabbed your wrists and pulled you over the back of the couch swiftly, making you land with your head in his lap, his hand quickly moving to your hip to keep you from rolling off the couch.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he joked and pulled you up with him, his arm wrapped around you and letting his hand rest on the small of your back.

“Well, if you dance anything like what you showed me down on that street corner, I’m in for a hell of a time.” You pulled your phone from the pocket of the shorts you had gotten into after the shower and looked through your playlist for a good song to start with.

“Here, I think this will be a good one,” you mumbled, choosing ‘Me because of You’ by the Faim, and wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully, when the song started playing over the speakers.

 “Ok, I think I can work with this,” he said, nodding his head and moving the coffee table off to the side to make more room for us to have fun. He stretched his arms and cracked his neck, starting with a simple step-touch and moving his shoulders to the beat of the song.

You studied him for a second, suddenly a little scared of what he might think of you if you just let loose and have fun. He motioned for you to come closer and you followed his request, stepping closer and trying to keep from laughing, when he faked licking his pointer and pinky and smoothing his eyebrows over.

“Come on, you can’t hold back now, [y/n],” he yelled over the music and pulled me closer right when the song said ‘dance with me, feel the beat, follow my lead’. He placed your hands on his shoulders and then put his hands on your waist again, starting to waltz with you for a whole two seconds before both of you burst out laughing.

“You wanted to dance with me. So, dance, love,” he added and moved his body to the beat again.

“I’m nervous,” you confessed, running your hands over the clean shirt he put on while you were in the shower, and looked at him, biting your lip restlessly.

“Close your eyes and just imagine I’m not here. You’re alone in your room where no one can see you. And then do what you do,” he tried, brushing a strand of towel dried hair out of your face.

“If it helps, I can close my eyes, too,” he offered and put his hands over his eyes, peeking through his fingers.

“Fine,” you grumbled and moved away from him a little, turning your back on him but then looking back over your shoulder to make sure he had his eyes covered.

When you saw that he really wasn’t peeking, you started to move and smiled to yourself, feeling the music take over your body and jumping up and down giddily. After a few seconds, you started to sing along and moved freely, turning around and shimmying your shoulders and nodding your head.

“Are you doing it? Are you dancing,” he asked, still covering his eyes but moving his hips to the beat.

You peeled his hands from his eyes and pulled him into the middle of the carpet, making him stumble over his own feet. He opened one eye, looking at your dancing figure, and you tried to hide the smirk playing at your lips. He joined in with dancing and pursed his lips, concentrating on his moves so as not to stumble over his own feet again.

When the chorus started to play for the last time, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer again, and started swaying with you, his head on top of yours. He intertwined his fingers with yours and then moved away from you, extending his arms before stepping in again. He threw your arms over his shoulders and stepped past you before turning around quickly, to repeat this spiel another time, though instead of simply stepping past you, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, swaying from side to side.

Bob sang along to the words, his voice in your ear as his head dipped down a little and then he spun you around and caught you in his arms again more masterfully than he had led on to believe before.

“Tonight, I’ve changed, yeah. I’m only me because of you.” He put his cheek against yours and hummed happily, picking you up and twirling you around.

When the song had ended, he held you in place, your forehead resting against his. His gaze was moving back and forth between your eyes and your lips, his breath having grown a little shallow. You could feel his hand travel up your side and then caress your cheek, his face coming closer until you could feel his shallow breath on your lips, the tips of your noses just millimeters away from each other.

Expecting him to close the last bit of distance, you closed your eyes and turned your head upwards a little, your heart beating rapidly inside your chest. The moments until he finally put his lips to yours felt like an eternity, millions of thoughts running through your brain, the anticipation of what it’d feel like to kiss him raising goosebumps across your body. When he finally closed the distance and kissed you, his lips were soft, moving against yours slowly at first and then you deepened the kiss, moving your hand to the back of his head. Your other hand ran up his chest, feeling his pecs flex under your touch. 

When your teeth sank into his bottom lip, he let out a soft moan and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, exploring it carefully and moving your tongue in sync with his. His hand grabbed a fistful of your shirt and he moved you back over to the couch, letting you drop into his lap when the couch hit the back of his legs and he sat down.

You straddled him, your left arm wrapping around him to hold onto the backrest to keep you from falling into him, while your right hand ran through the hair at the back of his head, pulling on it softly, when one of his hands moved up the outside of your thigh to your hip.

He pulled away from you for a second, trying to catch his breath, his mouth hanging open a little while he searched your eyes for any sign of regret. When he couldn’t find any but instead realised that your mouth had split into a bright smile, he chuckled cheerfully and kissed you again hungrily.

With the kisses getting more and more heated, you started grinding into him, the aching need for feeling him closer growing in the pit of your stomach. When you rolled your hips a little extra hard, he groaned deeply and the grip of his hand on your hip grew stronger, a pleasant pain running up your spine and making you throw your head back.

His lips went to your neck, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin and then he started sucking on the pulse point underneath your ear, biting and licking and driving you into overdrive. The fingers buried in his hair pulled on his locks and his growing bulge started to rub up against you just the right way when he bucked his hips in response.

“We… should probably…”, he started in between kisses and you nodded mindlessly, trying to get as much friction from grinding down into him harder. 

“Fuck, [y/n], ok, wait…” He stopped you from moving your hips by wrapping his arm around you and pulling you impossibly close, and then made you look him in the eyes before going on: “I can’t do it like this… If I have you, I want all of you.”

You gulped at this, realising he wasn’t joking and felt your jaw go slack.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but I will not let this be how I have you for the first time.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he kissed you softly, his forehead falling to yours, probably fighting the urge to just have you right then and there.

“Then take me to your room, Bob,” you mumbled breathlessly when he pulled away again, nuzzling your face with his in a love-drunken state. You placed soft kisses all over his face, earning a little chuckle from him, when you moved down to his neck, his head falling back to give you more room to work with.

“[y/n], god, you drive me crazy,” he moaned and let his hands slip underneath your shirt, sending shivers down your spine from the tiny sparks his touch left on your skin. Letting out a ‘mh-hm’ in response, you ran your thumb over his bottom lip and kissed him again, your tongue slipping into his mouth easily.

His hands went down your back and held onto your ass when he picked you up in one smooth motion, your legs wrapping around his hips to gain more stability. Your arms snaked around his neck and a chuckle escaped your mouth when he stumbled over the couch on his way out of the living room, holding you in space with one arm while he steadied himself.

“How about we stop kissing until we’re actually in your bedroom,” you joked and he nodded, telling you ‘that’s a good idea’ before making his way over to his bedroom, his steps quick and assertive.

“Wait, we still have to turn off the music,” you realised when you were halfway down the hallway and Bob stopped dead in his tracks, sighing heavily. He looked back over his shoulder and you could see the cogs work behind his eyes, trying to decide what to do.

“Ok, you go turn off the music and I’ll get everything ready?”

Setting you down on the floor, he pecked your lips and then slapped your ass, making you jump a little and hurry back to the living room. You made quick work of turning off the music and grabbing your phone, eager to get back to Bob and what you were doing, running back down the hallway to where his bedroom was. Sliding in through the door, you stopped when you saw that Bob was on the phone with someone, holding up a finger to you just as you wanted to ask what was wrong.

“Oh, no, y’all can stay out longer. No… No. [y/n] wasn’t feeling too hot, so I took her home.” He looked at the floor for a second, scratching his head while trying to understand Yelena over the thumping music on the other side of the line. “I think she’s sleeping already. No… I don’t think she’ll mind! Go have fun, you guys,” he added and then ended the call after telling Yelena goodbye.

“Is everything ok,” you enquired, walking up to him and putting your phone on his desk, the screen lighting up and showing you had a couple of missed calls from Yelena and Ava. He matched you and put his phone down next to yours, before turning back to you and searching your face for a second.

“Yeah, they were just worried where we went and because they couldn’t reach us earlier.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and brushing the hair from the slope of your neck, adding a ‘so, where were we’ before running his fingers over the soft skin under your chin.

“Are they coming back already?” You asked, your head falling back when Bob started to kiss your neck.

“No, there’s this party at another bar they wanna check out.” He bit your neck playfully and then nuzzled the side of your face, telling you that the two of you should be in the clear for the next few hours. He picked you up again and walked over to his bed, dropping you in the middle of the mattress before climbing onto the mattress and kneeling down between your legs.

“Next few hours? What do you have planned,” you asked cheekily, your hands working on taking off his shirt.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, love,” he replied, helping you to get him out of his shirt and kissing you passionately.

Your fingertips ran over his abs and up into his hair again and you pulled him down with you, moaning when his hips settled between yours like puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly.

“God, you sound so good when you moan,” he whined desperately, his hand caressing your cheek and then running through your hair. “You sound so much better than I could ever imagine.”

“You imagined how I’d sound?” Your voice was barely a whisper, too much anticipation and desire clouding your brain already. The building tension in your core was painful at this point and you could feel your arousal gathering between your legs.

“More often than I’d like to admit, yes.” His kisses were growing hungrier with every passing second, his hands running down your sides, pulling at the fabric of your shirt and digging into the bare skin of your legs. He wanted to feel your skin and memorise every inch of it, having wanted to touch you for months now.

“What did you picture,” you asked, flipping you over and straddling his hips again, pulling your shirt over your head and grinding your hips into his rhythmically. His eyes were wandering over your torso, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he sat up and wrapped his arms around you to work on undoing your bra. When he’d opened the clasp in the back, he slipped the straps down your shoulders, kissing the freckles that dusted your skin there.

“The way you’d sound… How you’d taste…” He pulled your face closer, his fingers on your chin, and placed his lips on yours again, this time slow and deep. His other hand came up to your right breast and cupped it, running his thumb over your nipple hardening from the relative cold in the room. “How you’d look taking me. The way your face breaks when I make you cum…”

He bucked his hips, his clothed erection pushing up into your clit and you gasped, running your fingernails over his abs, your head falling forwards to rest on his shoulder. You moved your hips with his, the layered fabric of your shorts and panties rubbing up against your core with every thrust of his hips. It had been a while since you last were intimate with someone, so you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach begin to tighten, your breath hitching when Bob’s tongue licked over your sensitive nipple before taking your breast into his mouth.

Your hand travelled further south and you lifted your hips, dipping your fingers into the waistband of his joggers, realising he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath when you made contact with his hot skin. Trying to meet his eyes, you lifted your eyebrows in surprise and he shrugged, letting go of your breast with a popping sound.

“Hey, a guy can hope, right,” he tried to defend himself and smirked at you, when you pushed him down onto the mattress, while your other hand slipped into his joggers fully and wrapped around his hard length. He was bigger than you’d imagined, thicker too, and at the thought of having him inside of you, your pussy started to ache deliciously and eager.

You pumped your hand up his length slowly and his eyes rolled up into his head, his jaw hanging open slightly, a string of curses and whines leaving his mouth. Seeing him enjoy your touch this much, sent you into overdrive, and you moved off his legs, pulling down his joggers with you, before throwing them to the other corner of his room. His erection sprang free and you took in the sight before you, Bob leaning on his elbows, completely naked and looking sexier than you ever dreamt up.

Running your hands through your hair, you felt your cheeks heat up and hid your face in your hands, chuckling to yourself for a second.

“What? [y/n], what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong,” he asked, worry evident in his voice while he moved to sit up a little, his hands on your shoulders.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you started and took a deep breath, letting your hands fall from your face and meeting his eyes. “It’s just been a while and I… Well, I didn’t think I’d ever end up in this situation,” you added, your eyes darting over the smile lines appearing around his eyes and the dimple in his right cheek. “I think, it just hit me that this is happening, you know?”

He nodded, understanding you perfectly well, his thumb caressing your cheek before he kissed you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he laid you down gently, settling between your legs. You deepened the kiss, running your left hand through his dark locks while your right hand travelled down his back and settled on his hips. You wrapped one of your legs around his hip and smiled into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his skin on your own.

“Like I said, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. And we can take our time, there’s no rush. Not tonight,” he murmured against your lips, his forehead resting on yours between soft kisses.

“I want you, Bob,” you whispered, searching his eyes, the blue of them having darkened by lust. “I want all of you.”

His face split into a bright grin and he let his head fall to the crook of your neck, hiding his own nervousness by peppering your skin with kisses again. His left hand moved down your side and to the leg wrapped around his hip as he angled his hip a little, his erection brushing up against your core again. You moaned softly and tried to meet him better, your leg snaking around him more tightly.

“If we’re really gonna do this, then we’re gonna do this right,” Bob said, his voice darker than before and sending shivers down your spine.

He pulled away from you, his fingertips moving to the waistband of your shorts and he pulled them down your legs, your panties coming off with them. Bob tossed them over to where his joggers had landed and spread your legs slowly, taking you in and biting on his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling in the dim light from his bedside lamp. He let his fingers dance over the inside of your legs, drawing loose shapes on your skin from your ankles up to your hips and then grabbed one of his pillows from above your head. You lifted your hips and he put the pillow under your ass, settling between your legs and looking at you intently from under his lashes.

“You sure you wanna do this? You can say no or stop me at any time,” he assured you and you nodded, biting down on the knuckle of your index finger in anticipation, butterflies making somersaults in your tummy. He lowered his head and blew on you, earning himself a low whimper from you, the air feeling cold against your wet pussy. He ran a finger up between your folds and chuckled, sending vibrations through your core from how close his mouth was to your center.

“God, you’re already so wet and I haven’t even done anything.”

His finger slipped into your vagina with ease and the squelching sound that was heard by him pulling it out again, made the blush on your cheeks deepen. He pushed his finger back in and then curled it, making you moan his name loudly as he brushed your g-spot. He repeated this a couple of times while his tongue ran along the outside of your folds, slowly making its way inwards. When he finally ran the tip of his tongue up your folds and flicked your clit, your hips bucked, another moan falling from your lips, having him hum in response.

“You taste so good, babe.” He lapped at you and then slowed down again, the tip of his tongue circling your clit and then flicking it with a masterful tab, sending sparks up your spine and making your toes curl. Your fingers buried into his locks again and you pulled on them, pulling him closer in an attempt to get even more friction.

“Mhm, do you like that,” he asked, meeting your gaze and smirking cheekily.

“Yeah, feels good, Bob,” you moaned, your head falling back down and your eyes rolling back when he removed his finger from your hole and circled your pussy with the tip of his tongue. Then, he added another finger up, running them through your folds and back down towards your vagina before thrusting them in, this time a little more forcefully.

You yelped in surprise and pulled on his hair, your legs going a little numb. He waited to move his fingers for a second, looking down at how his fingers had disappeared in you completely and then pulled them back out a bit, curling the same way he did before, brushing over your g-spot again. When he’d found a good rhythm that had you breathing heavily, the knot tightening in your stomach, he put his mouth on you again and pushed you over the edge, your toes curling while your legs tensed around his head. One of your hands left his head to move to the bedsheets, gripping it hard as pleasure rushed over your body like a tidal wave.

“Fuck, Bob, you feel so good.”

You were writhing under him, Bob relentlessly licking up your juices while you clawed at his shoulders and rode the highs of the orgasm coursing through your body. The wet noises of his fingers pumping in and out of you filled your ears and you felt another wave of the orgasm rain down on you when his teeth scraped over your sensitive nub before flicking it again with his tongue. You could feel your walls clamp down around his fingers and then heard him chuckle deeply, before his arm pushed down on your hips, keeping you in place.

He kept at it, fingering you and eating you out, only coming up from between your legs when you started to come down from the high, your breath still rushed and shallow. You ran your hand through your hair, and looked at him, moving up your body, his lips glistening from your arousal and his spit mixed together. He put his fingers into his mouth and sucked your juices off of them, closing his eyes in ecstasy and the corners of his mouth pulling up in a smile, after he pulled his fingers out again.

“God, that was so hot,” he breathed, putting his lips to yours and kissing you hungrily. You nodded, deepening the kiss by slipping your tongue into his mouth and tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hand ran down his torso and wrapped around his length again, your thumb wiping over his tip and feeling the sticky precum leaking out of him. With your brain still hazy from your recent orgasm, you pushed him down onto the mattress and started peppering kisses on his neck, moving down to his clavicle and his chest, the nails of your free hands scratching over his chest, while the other one pumped his length slowly.

When you were on the same level with his dick, you looked up at him and opened your mouth, taking him in as far as you could, your hand still wrapped around the part of him that didn’t fit into your mouth anymore. You started bobbing your head up and down his length and his fingers ran through your hair, his hand cupping the back of your head and aiding you in keeping an enjoyable rhythm, while whines and moans fell from his lips.

“Oh, fuck. You’re better than I ever imagined,” he whined, his hips bucking and his dick hit the back of your throat. 

Your eyes travelled back up his figure and you opened your mouth a little further, trying to take more of him. Tears were brimming at the corners of your eyes and your own arousal started running down the inside of your leg, so you moved your free hand to your clit, rubbing yourself while sucking him off.

After a couple more bobs of your head, Bob groaned loudly, his hips tensing and his grip on your hair getting harder. His cum spilled onto your tongue and you swallowed it, humming in enjoyment, while continuing the motion of your hand pumping up and down his length. Feeling another orgasm approaching from your own fingers between your legs, you moaned, some residual cum of his running out the corner of your mouth and dripping on his length.

Biting down on your lips, you looked up at him, his mouth hanging open at the sight of you pleasuring yourself. He motioned for you to come closer, pushing your hand away from between your legs to take over while pulling you into his lap again. You rested your head against his shoulder, while his fingers were drawing circles around your clit, pushing you ever closer to the edge. You could feel that you were getting overstimulated already and whined, wanting to get the release you so desperately needed. Pulling his lips to yours and kissing him hungrily, you moved your hips a little to meet his touch, his fingers slipping into you once more while the pad of thumb brushed up against your clitoris.

“Bob, don’t stop. Please, I’m so close,” you whined, your face falling at the pressure building in your core.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he whispered into your ear and nibbled on your earlobe, thrusting his fingers into you deeper and curling them on their way out.

Feeling his tongue lick over your pulse point was enough to make you fall over the edge again, his fingers brushing your g-spot again and again, sparks flying between your bodies. Your nails dug into his back and you rode his fingers, moaning his name at the top of your lungs.

“God, I love it when you moan my name like that.” 

He put you back down on the mattress, knowing you’d need the support of the bed beneath you, your legs having turned to jelly and shaking from all of the stimulation. Your chest was rising and falling quickly while you tried to catch your breath, absolutely exhausted from two big orgasms so close together.

“Do you need a little break,” he asked, laying down next to you and running his fingers up and down your sides. You turned your head toward his and the look on his face was so soft, caring and full of love, making your heart ache at being the object of his adoration. You nodded, still unable to form words, the last after waves of your orgasm having your ears ringing and your fingertips feeling numb.

Bob pulled you a little closer, wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead, and placed soft kisses all over your face, telling you how beautiful you were. How lucky he was to be here with you at that moment. How he never thought this would actually happen.

“You know, I thought you didn’t like me,” you told him, your voice still barely a whisper, your fingers starting to draw circles on his chest while his fingertips did the same on your shoulder blade. “That you didn’t want to spend time with me when the others were gone because you secretly hated me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone as much as I like you,” he said softly, his hand cupping your face and making you look at him, before going on: “I’m sorry that I made you feel like I hated you, but it is clearly the very opposite.”

He kissed you then, softly and with all the love he felt for you. Your lips melted against his and a warmth spread in your chest, creeping up the back of your neck and rolling over your legs and into your tiptoes. This kiss was different, it wasn’t hungry or desperate but still intense in its own way. Even after everything the two of you just did, you felt closer to Bob now, his arms wrapping around you tighter and flipping you on your back again, your legs intertwined lazily and his broad chest like a shield keeping you safe.

You stayed like that for a little while then, making out and exploring each other’s body slowly, your touch soft and meaningful, as if you wanted to memorise every inch of the other’s figure. You couldn’t say how long you were just lying there, enjoying each other’s presence and forgetting everything around you. It could’ve been five minutes or it could’ve been an hour but it didn’t matter to you because you were right where you wanted to be. Wrapped in his arms, having his lips on yours and feeling his delicate touch on your body.

His lips ran over your shoulders, dusting the freckles with love, while your lips grazed his collarbone, your fingers gripping his ass cheeks and earning you a high pitched giggle from him.

“Are you ticklish,” you enquired, a cheeky smirk on your lips and he shook his head vigorously, trying to push your hands off of him.

“No, of course I’m not ticklish. What makes you think that?” He rolled his eyes and tried to put a little distance between you two, his hands swatting at you trying to poke his sides.

“I don’t know. That very manly giggle that just slipped past your lips, maybe,” you teased and his jaw dropped, so threw yourself at him playfully, making him lose his balance and taking you down with him.

“I don’t know what you're talking about. What giggle?” He grinned up at you and cupped your cheek, pulling you down to him and kissing you again passionately.

With your leg thrown over his hip, you could feel him getting hard again and you moved your hips, straddling him once more. You purred softly at his length pressing up against your folds and instinctively grinded down on him, coating the underside of his dick in your arousal. Bob’s hand gripped your hip and he stopped you from moving for a second.

“Wait, I’ve got condoms in the drawer over there,” he murmured, motioning to his bedside table, and his voice broke when you rolled your hips into his again.

“I’m on the pill, so,” you started, kissing him quickly and then added: “I’m good either way.”

He looked at you and for a second, his brows knitted together in a frown. He let his thumb run over your bottom lip and you stopped moving, lifting your hips a little before leaning over to his bedside table.

“I just wanna make sure nothing unexpected happens, you know,” he started to explain and you looked over your shoulder, opening the drawer slowly.

“Bob, hey. It’s ok, really!” Your hand looked for the packet of condoms and took one out when you found it, before turning back to him. “I’m glad you wanna be safe, love.” You cupped his cheek and smiled at him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. 

You opened the shiny packaging and took out the condom, turning it over in your fingers to have it the right way around. Pinching the tip of it, you looked at Bob and asked him if he was ready. When he nodded, inching closer to you, you grabbed his length and put the condom on, pushing the rubbery material down his length easily. His hand came up to caress your cheek and he kissed you softly, his fingers burying in the hair at the back of your head while you climbed onto him, straddling his hips again.

With your hand still wrapped around his length, you guided his dick along your folds and then lowered onto it, moaning at the burning sensation of his thickness stretching you slowly. Bob’s jaw dropped and he groaned at slipping into you, his teeth digging into your bottom lip. You stayed there for a second, trying to adjust to the feeling of him filling you up so well and held onto his shoulders before you lifted your hips again slowly. The delicious pain of his size slipping in and out of you made your brain go foggy and you sank down onto him with more ease this time. Picking up the pace, you threw your head back and rode Bob’s dick, his right hand on your breast, kneading the tissue while his tongue worked on the nipple of your other breast. His left hand was on your hip, guiding you as you took him.

“Mhm, you fill me up so well, Bob,” you mused and bounced on him, the pain having turned to pleasure a few thrusts ago. His mouth let go of your breast and he pulled your face down, kissing you hungrily and he bucked his hips into yours and slipping in deeper with the next thrust, bottoming out. You moaned into his mouth loudly and let a giggle fall over your lips as you noticed the familiar feeling of your orgasm nearing.

He stopped moving for a second and turned you around, so you were beneath him and then he grabbed your right leg and moved it from around his hips to have it over his shoulder instead, changing the angle at which he thrusted into you.

Bob groaned against your mouth as he bottomed out again, his balls slapping against your ass with the next thrust and you let out a moan of his name, your nails digging into his back.

“Ugh, you’re so tight, babe. Feel so good,” he slurred and went to town on you, thrusting in and pulling back out, his bed groaning under his movements.

“You gotta tell me if I’m too rough,” he whispered into your ear, enveloping you with his form and leaning on his elbow while his other hand held onto your leg.

“No, it’s good. So good, Bob,” you assured, relishing in the feeling of him filling you up to the brim and stretching you with every thrust. You knew that you were close again, the knot twisting and tightening and you reached between your bodies, your fingers working on your clit while his dick slipped in and out of you at an exquisite pace.

He looked down at where your bodies met and whined, his forehead falling to yours. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room and you were glad that the rest of the team was still out, fearing just how much they would’ve been able to hear of what you two were doing.

“[y/n], fuck, you feel so good. I don’t know how much longer I can…” The movement of his hips got a little sloppy and you kissed him again, steadying him with a hand on his ass while you tried to meet his thrusts with your hip.

“It’s ok, babe. Come, Bob. I’m right behind you,” you purred into his ear and his hips stuttered, a low groan falling from his lips. You moved your hips, helping him ride out his orgasm and kissed his closed lids, when he suddenly thrusted into you harder again, pushing you closer and over the edge.

You fell with him, your third orgasm of the night sending lighting through your whole body. You clung to his body, biting into his shoulder and scratching your nails over his back, earning a wince from him at the pain that seemed to send him into a flurry. Your walls clenched around him as your orgasm progressed and he put his lips on your neck, riding out your shared orgasm, his breathing quick and shallow.

When he came down from his high, he sighed, an exhausted but gratified look on his face, and laid down next to you. You curled up to him, throwing your arm over his chest and putting your head on his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart and his quick breath.

“Did I hurt you?” The question came suddenly and you looked at him, confused at where the concern was coming from.

“Why are you asking?”

“This was my first time since the medical trial,” he started and turned onto his side, wrapping his arm around your hip.

“No, you didn’t hurt me, Bob. Quite the opposite, actually.” You caressed his cheek and kissed him softly, before adding: “I enjoyed it very much, if you couldn’t tell.”

A proud smile pushed up the corners of his mouth and he shook his head, chuckling lightheaded.

“God, you’re an incredible woman, [y/n].”

[liviecurated]

some interesting things from my re-listen to of the rink (abridged)

will: coming from college you got older guys that have kids instead of a senior in college...having someone the same age is really helpful, going to dinner, always together off the ice, is obviously better...

the rink: where do you go to dinner?

will: i like looking things up on tiktok (it's not 5 guys then?) no its not haha

will: well its my first year living on my own...roommate in college and lived 15 minutes away from home...this is the first time across the country so had to mature a bit

the rink: what do you miss about home?

will: ill never not love boston - my friends and school guys its always hard leaving hem

the rink: you said you had to learn to do some things on your own - like what?

will: cooking, just living on your own, i still facetime my mom to learn stuff i gotta do

the rink: who pays your cellphone bill?

will: i think my parents

the rink: what can you make?

will: im a big tiktok guy so i like looking things up like recipes, trying different desserts, im not a cottage cheese guy but cottage cheese, some protein powder, yogurt, honey, chocolate chips comes into a little cookie dough and you freeze it. or ill just grill steaks or something like that

the rink: do you ever get used to the nhl life?

will: i try not to i mean i try to be as greatful as i can, even coming to new york, being a 19 year old on the team, getting to play at msg is pretty crazy

the rink: do you see the future...with you and macklin there's clearly a path...do you see it?

will: obviously we have these big picks...everyone is pretty pumped up about it...it's pretty exciting...having toff around, a veteran who has a cup...it's cool to be a part of

the rink: you said you do everything with macklin, macklin is living with joe, what's he like?

will: he's pretty funny, im over there a lot, i mean have dinner over there, go over and play basketball play a little 2v2 with him and his kid river

the rink: you're lumped in together with macklin - you have to like each other? but it seems like you guys are similar with similar personalities. is there a fit that this is a long term thing...i think back to toews/kane when they came in together and they liked each other and it just fit and we saw what it did.

will: it blended right away first time we met...rivals in college - its funny that were going to be together for a while now. were at media things together but we are together all the time off ice.

the rink: you're together all the time, do you talk about bu vs bc, us vs canada?

will: we talk about it all of the time...we go back and forth about past games...you can ask him about that

the rink: how are you guys different? as a player and people?

will: we're both very competitive guys, you're not going to get to this point if you're not. as a player i mean he's very high paced and you know, obviously you've seen him play, he's pretty amazing out there, i mean as a person he's funny and has a personality, he likes to make a lot of jokes, which i like and i like to hang out with.

[bluexblossomxdays]

vessel is so boyfriend coded it’s adorable (18+ only)

there’s no way you would ever want for anything. coffee? ordered. nails? done. massage? booked and pre-paid. this man would want his baby spoiled ROTTEN. any why wouldn’t he? he thinks you’re the most beautiful sight in the whole world. the way you look so excited to show him your fresh nails or the way you hum contentedly after that first sip of your vanilla latte. he’s a man absolutely infatuated with everything you do. even just the way you say his name happily when you see him after a long day, as he pulls you in tight for a long hug, his head tucked into your neck, leaving soft kisses in a trail towards your collarbone. this is a man who KNOWS how to worship his lover.

i think he’s quiet around the house, tidy, and usually creating or playing video games to unwind. he’s the type to be very “low-maintenance” for lack of a better term and I genuinely think he would be happy to just spend a lazy afternoon on the couch with you, gaming, watching movies, or literally just talking about whatever comes to mind because I feel like his brain is so full of interesting information you’d wanna listen for hours. i don’t see him being like a Michelin star chef so I think you could easily impress him knowing how to cook a few really good meals. he probably eats simply and healthy (abs abs abs). and omg the cozy attire? he’s so grey sweatpants and a hoodie coded omggg the idea of him just being a cozy lil guy makes me want to evaporate into thin air.

just the way he interacts with the other members on stage, I know he likes to hold your face when he kisses you, pull you in for hugs, and let’s be real I think he’s the type to hold your hair while you go down on him, looking up at him with teary, lust-filled eyes. I think physical touch is probably the way he shows love mostly if I had to guess. like he’s the guy that always has his hand on your lower back in public, holding your hand while you walk around, or has his arm around you while you sit together which is so boyfriend oh my god???? like this man’s hands have all of us in a *reads notes in palm of hand* chokehold and so therefore I feel like he’s quite handsy in the best way possible.

vessel can be painted as either a dominant or submissive man in the bedroom and while I like to imagine Vessel as a cute subby lil boyfriend, I def think this man would know exactly what he wanted and he would be the one in charge. (me after that statement: 🧎🏻‍♀️) this man is so the type to be bossy in the bedroom, tame a brat when needed, and tell you that you deserve a reward for “being such a good girl”. This man is 100% leaving love bites, marks, little bruises from gripping your hips and thighs, and spank marks on your ass. he would leave you with absolutely nothing left, of this I am certain.

but an aftercare king for sure! once you’re done he’s 100% kissing your bruises better, running you a bath, and sitting by the bath to tell you how beautiful you look underneath him. he would tuck you into bed and slide in beside you. he would watch you drift off to sleep in his arms, wondering how he ever deserved someone as special as you.

[orangesaek]

‘you, always’ | Johnny Suh

request: “fake dating trope with johnny who's obsessed with his dream girl/noona crush. He fake date y/n to make his crush jealous, but when he finally got together with his crush, he realizes she's not who he thought she was. Compares his time with y/n when they were "together". Y/n on the other hand, secretly has a crush on johnny for a very long time, but she's a shy quiet girl, so imagine her surprise when her crush suddenly asked her to date him, although just for show 💔”

pairings: veterinarian!Johnny x animalrescuer-afab!reader + NCT 127 cameo ┊ genre: slight angst, slow-burn romance, fluff ┊ wc: 1.5k ┊ cw: minor swearing/cussing, mentions of stray/abused animals in gen (nothing extreme dw, animal lovers can safely read this! i promise!!!)

to anon: I was not sure what kind of ending u wanted, but if u need want an angsty one, just lmk ok 💓 tysm for sending this in! 🥰

Johnny Suh had always been a dreamer.

Despite his dry humor and his reputation for stoic sarcasm, he carried a soft heart beneath all that quiet confidence.

A heart that once latched onto a girl too pretty to be real—Yoona, the stunning fashion model who once called him “cute” at a mutual friend’s party, who laughed at his joke when nobody else did.

He thought it was the start of something.

Sometimes he’d mention her out of the blue—“Yoona likes ketchup”, like it was a random fact worth knowing. He kept up with her Instagram too, like he was waiting for a sign, some hint that she saw him the way he saw her.

And you? You just listened, pretending it didn’t hurt every time he said her name like it meant more than yours ever did.

You, on the other hand, had known Johnny for years—and knew better.

You’d watched him from the sidelines as he built up that fantasy.

You’d smiled patiently through dozens of late-night rants about how “Yoona isn’t like other influencers”, or “she actually gets my humor”—even when you knew she absolutely didn’t.

You were the quiet one, the one who brought stray cats into his clinic, who knew how to laugh at his darkest jokes, who understood his sarcasm quickly.

You’d been in love with him for so long, it hurt.

Then came the moment everything changed.

“What if we pretend to date? Just for a bit.”

You stared at him across the clinic lobby in shock.

“Pretend to what?”

“Come on,” he said, trying to make it sound casual.

“You and me, fake couple. Just for a bit. Yoona’s been kind of… flirty but not serious, and I think she just needs a little push. I heard she’s only interested in guys who are already taken. So…”

Johnny looked so determined, and you wanted to hate him for it. But you couldn’t.

You’d seen Yoona before—tall, effortlessly beautiful, a fashion model with thousands of followers and a condescending smirk she reserved for anyone outside her circle.

You’d heard him replay that party a hundred times. How she’d touched his arm playfully, how she’d laughed, how she’d looked like she saw something in him. You wanted to believe she didn’t. But Johnny did. And it hurt to watch.

You tried not to show it, but the crack in your voice betrayed you.

“Y-yeah, sure. I guess…”

Why? Because you were a sucker for him. Because you were tired of just watching. Because even if it was fake, you wanted to know what it felt like to be Johnny’s girlfriend.

Even for just a little while.

For a few weeks, it was crazy.

Handholding. Inside jokes. You giggled when he whispered “babe” in that fake-serious voice. You even let him put his arm around you in public, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

But Johnny’s friends knew something was up.

They’d known you and Johnny for years—witnessed the harmony, the unspoken bond, how you just made sense together.

“So, when are you two actually going to date for real?” Taeyong asked one night as you joined them for late dinner.

You blinked. “Oh, we’re not—”

“You should,” Jungwoo interrupted, wagging his chopsticks at you.

“She laughs at your jokes. No one else does that, hyung. She’s obviously a keeper.”

“Hey—!”

“Also,” Doyoung chimed in, sipping his beer, “can we talk about that model chick for a second?”

Johnny narrowed his eyes. “What about her?”

“She’s got major fake energy,” Doyoung said bluntly. “She talks to people like they’re accessories.”

“Dude,” Yuta said flatly, watching you and Johnny share a drink at their regular hangout. “Doyoung’s right. I don’t like that fake-ass model girl.”

Johnny raised a brow. “But you guys never even met her???”

“Honestly? Don’t even want to. Sorry not sorry, bro,” Jaehyun said as he took a sip of his drink.

“Every time you say her name, I get the creeps,” Haechan added, clutching his chest dramatically. “Like, hyung. For real. She’s bad.”

Taeyong leaned across the table and pointed his gaze at you.

“But Y/N? Y/N is pure serotonin. She volunteers to save animals and literally adopted a stray you rescued. She’s a Disney princess with anxiety!”

“I like her,” Ten said, gesturing at you with his drink. “She fits you perfectly.”

Jungwoo grinned. “She’s your balance. You’re chaos, she’s calm. The math is mathing.”

You looked down, flustered as hell.

“Even I don’t like that girl,” Mark added quietly. “And I like everyone.”

Johnny choked on his soda. “Wait—you too?!”

Mark shrugged. “Bro, I don’t even know what you see in her. She’s just pretty on the outside, but inside? Yikes.”

That made Johnny pause. He waved it off.

But the next time he met up with Yoona, he started seeing the cracks.

She rolled her eyes when he mentioned your name. Said you looked “so plain it hurts”. That you were probably in love with him, “which is cute, but tragic”. Even likened you to the strays you kindly rescued and brought to his clinic.

Johnny stared at her for a long moment.

And then he laughed.

But not the charming kind.

The cold kind. The kind that made Yoona stare at him in confusion.

“Wow,” he said. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

“What?” she said, half laughing, thinking he was joking.

He wasn’t.

“You talk like you’re the only person with value in the room,” Johnny continued, voice calm, too calm.

“You treat waiters like shit. You insult people who’ve never done anything to you, especially her. And the worst part? You think I’d be okay with that.”

Yoona blinked. “I was joking—”

“Were you?” Johnny leaned back.

“Because you talk a lot of crap for someone who’s barely done anything real. You smile for cameras and think that makes you better than the woman who works her ass off rescuing abused animals. The one who doesn’t brag about it, by the way—she just does it because she gives a damn.”

“Johnny—”

“She’s got more heart than you ever will. She shows up every day at my clinic even when she’s tired, even when she’s scared. She treats people with kindness without expecting anything back. And guess what? She’s smarter, funnier, and infinitely more beautiful than you could ever hope to be.”

Yoona looked stunned.

“Is this seriously about her?” she asked, her voice trembling for the first time.

“I said I was sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean it like that.”

He stood up.

“That’s the thing,” he said, picking up his jacket.

“I don’t fucking care. You can cry, apologize, beg—I don’t feel anything for you anymore. And I sure as hell don’t want to waste another second pretending I ever really did.”

He walked out before she could reply and never looked back.

It hit him days later. The fake dates with you had felt more real than anything he’d ever had.

You laughed at his worst puns. You didn’t mind when he talked to animals like they were people. You carried bandages in your tote bag just in case you found an injured animal on the street.

One night, Johnny was walking you home from the clinic when you found a shivering stray. Without hesitation, he pulled out dog food from his backpack. You looked at him, eyes shining, and he just shrugged.

“I always carry some,” he said. “You never know.”

He remembered how you smiled that night. Like he’d done something miraculous, when really, it was just what he did.

That same dog had become “Johnny”.

You adopted him, named him after the man you loved, and brought him to the clinic almost every week “just to say hi.”

He’d been blind. He saw that now.

He missed you. The warmth, the quiet care, the way you made him feel like being himself was enough.

So he planned something.

Later that week, Johnny asked you to meet him on the rooftop above the clinic.

The sun was dipping low, painting the sky with dusky pinks and oranges.

Johnny the dog, was sitting there with a ridiculous bowtie on, tail wagging like crazy.

You walked up, cautious. “What is this?”

“Just stay right there,” Johnny said, stepping forward.

He pulled something from his hoodie pocket. A small silver tag. Your name engraved on one side. On the other?

‘You are my always’

You covered your mouth.

“Listen,” he said, voice low and real.

“I was a dumbass. I thought love had to be loud and flashy. Turns out, it’s just someone who laughs at your awful jokes and makes your clinic feel like home. Someone who brings you soup when you’re sick and names a dog after you because she thinks you’re worth remembering.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Johnny stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ve been yours for a while, Y/N. I just didn’t get it until now.”

You barely managed to whisper. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious. No more pretending.”

And finally, he kissed you. Tender and real.

Johnny pulled back just enough to murmur, “I love you”.

You didn’t hesitate.

“I love you too.”

And that was that. No more fake dates, no more dreaming.

Just you, Johnny, and a totally spoiled rescue dog named after the guy you’d loved the whole time.

[sturnzsblog]

empty dreams in false promises 17

summary: y/n life changes and not for the best she is forced to move in with three people that she barely knows. She ends up falling for one of these strangers, but who will it be?

Warnings: mentions of death, stalking, drugs ( not actual use) and smut! this is for all parts of the story! please let me know if i missed any!

The kitchen was quiet. Like, awkwardly quiet. I sat at the table with my cereal, poking at the soggy flakes even though I wasn’t really hungry. Chris was scrolling on his phone, and Matt was stirring his coffee with this faraway look in his eyes. The silence wasn’t just empty—it was heavy. Like something was in the air none of us were saying.

“Okay,” I said suddenly, the spoon clinking loudly against my bowl. “This is depressing. We’re all acting like strangers.”

Chris looked up first, brows raised. Matt glanced at me, then went right back to stirring.

“I think,” I continued, “we should spend the day together. Just us three. No phones. No distractions. A sibling bonding day. Or… sibling-adjacent bonding, I guess.”

Chris smirked. “Sibling-adjacent?”

“You know what I mean,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Matt didn’t say anything.

“I think it’s a great idea,” Jimmy said as he walked in, grabbing something from the fridge. “You guys never hang out like that. Take the car, get ice cream, go out—have fun for once.”

Chris leaned back in his chair. “You serious?”

“Yes,” I said, standing up. “Come on. You guys are so dramatic. Just say yes.”

Matt finally looked at me. His expression was unreadable for a second, then he nodded once. “Fine.”

I smiled. “Great. Everyone get dressed. I’m not letting this flop.”

––

The weather was perfect. The kind of warm that made you want to roll your windows down and let your arm hang out as the breeze danced across your skin. Chris drove. I claimed shotgun, and Matt didn’t argue, just slid into the back seat without a word.

We played music the whole drive—Chris let me pick the playlist, which surprised me. I threw in everything from Rihanna to Fleetwood Mac. Chris sang loudly, purposely off-key, just to annoy Matt.

“Y/N, you seriously listen to this old stuff?” Chris teased as candy girl played through the speakers.

“Yes!” I shot back, turning in my seat. “It’s iconic.”

“You’re iconic,” Chris muttered, and when I glanced over, he was grinning.

Matt coughed loudly from the back seat. “Can we get ice cream now?”

––

We ended up at a place called Scoops & Smiles. It had pastel walls and a giant plastic ice cream cone out front. I got vanilla with sprinkles. Chris got chocolate chip cookie dough. Matt got mint chip and then pretended not to like it so he could “accidentally” eat mine.

We sat on the curb outside, legs stretched out, watching the world pass by.

“Okay,” I said, licking my cone. “Let’s play a game. Everyone say their weirdest childhood fear.”

Chris pointed at me. “Ladies first.”

“Mine’s not that weird,” I said. “I was terrified of garden gnomes.”

Matt laughed. “You’re joking.”

“I’m dead serious. Their eyes just follow you.”

Chris leaned closer. “Noted. Buying you one for Christmas.”

“Chris!” I laughed, nudging his shoulder.

“I was scared of public toilets,” Chris offered. “Didn’t use them ‘til I was like ten.”

Matt chuckled. “That explains a lot.”

Chris elbowed him.

Matt looked thoughtful for a second. “I was afraid of being forgotten.”

That silenced us for a beat. I looked at him, surprised he shared something that real.

“I mean,” Matt added quickly, “also ketchup . ketchup absolutely sucks.”

We laughed again. It felt good. Like we weren’t broken people pretending to be whole for once. Just… friends. Kind of.

––

After ice cream, we went to a little strip mall nearby. Chris dragged us into a thrift store where he found the ugliest Hawaiian shirt imaginable and swore he’d wear it to the next family dinner. I found a pair of vintage sunglasses and convinced Matt to try on a leather jacket that made him look like he walked off a 90s movie set.

“You’re hot,” I said without thinking.

Chris coughed dramatically.

Matt smiled a little, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

After that, we hit a few little shops in town. chris bought me a silly pair of sunglasses shaped like stars, and I wore them just to make him laugh. We joked about getting matching “I love my weird family” shirts, and I teased Matt about buying cologne called “Emotional Damage.”

For the first time in a while, I forgot how heavy everything felt. I let myself laugh. I let myself breathe.

Except… my phone kept buzzing.

All day, it kept going off from the same random number. I turned the screen over every time. Same area code. Familiar, but foggy. It stirred something in my stomach I didn’t want to feel. Chris caught me staring at my screen in the bookstore.

“You gonna answer that?”

I shook my head. “It’s nobody.”

“You sure?” he asked, not pressing but not letting it go either.

“Yeah,” I lied. “I think I’m sure.”

We wandered for hours. We didn’t fight. We didn’t argue. We laughed at stupid souvenirs, debated over chips vs. candy at the gas station, took Polaroids at a photo booth that made our faces look warped and ridiculous.

but my damn phone kept buzzing.

Private number.

Again and again.

I ignored it. My stomach twisted every time. I knew that number. I knew it from somewhere deep in my brain, but I couldn’t quite pull it out.

“Answer it,” Matt said.

“No,” I said, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing.”

Chris leaned over. “If it’s nothing, answer it.”

I shook my head.

He didn’t press.

––

It was dark when we drove home. The streetlights cast lazy shadows on the dashboard. Matt was driving this time, Chris stretched out in the backseat half-asleep.

My phone buzzed again.

Private Number.

I sighed and went to decline it, thumb hovering over the red button.

But Chris reached over and snatched it before I could.

“Chris!”

He didn’t listen. He answered.

“Hello?” he said, his voice casual but alert.

There was a pause. Then a voice crackled through the speaker, soft, feminine, a little hoarse.

“Y/N? Baby… it’s me.”

Everything in my body froze. I knew that voice.

I hadn’t heard it in a year, maybe more. But I knew it. Knew it from late-night arguments and early-morning apologies. From whispered lullabies when I was small and desperate screams when she wasn’t okay.

“…Mommy?”

Chris turned to look at me, slowly lowering the phone as the word slipped out.

I stared straight ahead.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn’t cry.

Not yet.

But I knew… everything was about to change.

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Why are you holding on? - Bob Reynolds x reader - Part 3 of Thunder and Lullabys

Warnings/content: Mentions of trials, Bob is a lovesick puppy, idiots in love, eventual smut Words: 2.1k is short i'm sorry Let me know on THIS post if you wanna be added to the tag list pretty please

“…and you two will remain together, and behind me, got it?”

“uhh..y/n?”

You look up from where you’re half sat against the wall, looking up at Bob who has his hand on your arm- the touch warm on your skin.

You realize everyone else is looking at you- Walker, Ava, Bob, Yelena. You weren’t listening.

“Yes sorry-“ You perk up, trying to remember what was last said to you. “Bob and I stay together and behind…” You look up, not sure who was the one who spoke.

“Me.” Yelena says annoyedly, but there’s little aggression in her voice.

“Right.” You tune out again as Bob’s hand slides down your arm, grabbing your hand. You are surprised by the boldness of his touch- not just in general but in front of the others. You still barely know each other.

Everything is a blur- Walker arguing about going out fighting, Yelena being inches away from slapping him up the head, Ava trying to understand how any of this plan is going to work. You don’t even comprehend people are moving, going places until Bob pulls you along with him, hand firm around yours.

“Hey, you okay?” He whispers to you as he pulls you along beside him to follow Yelena quickly down a corridor, into a room filled with buttons and switches. She immediately starts tearing glass doors open, flipping switches repeatedly while looking back to check you are both staying put.

“Are both of you okay?” Yelena says, looking at more of the switches.

Bob looks at you expectantly as you stare at them both.

“Uh-yea. I guess.” You answer, and Bob nods slowly, hand leaving yours to nervously grab around his own.

“Okay good because I need you both to be alert for this next part.” You are not registering what Yelena is saying until she is pulling you both close to a wall, your body flush against it as she shushes you both harshly for even breathing.

“What was that?” You hiss, referring to the sound of gunshots coming from down the hallway.

“I told him to wait!” Yelena harshly whispers to herself, assuming she could only mean Walker.

“Wait for what?” You ask, terrified to be put through another ordeal again already.

Yelena takes a breathe, looking at you and Bob. “Okay. You two. Stay put. I’m going out, hopefully Ava has the truck, and Walker hasn’t totally screwed us over-.” She says the last part more to herself than you both, and she doesn’t wait for a reply before sprinting down the hallway.

“Holy shit, what do we do?”  You ask, on the point of hysterical as the sound of gunshots continue. You are trying to not actually cling to Bob, but he is surprisingly calm.

“Hey, hey it’s fine, she said stay put, right? So we stay put.”

There is silence between you, just the absent noises of you both breathing with anxiety, and the sounds of gunshots and distant yelling.

“Who do you think…” Bob starts to ask, but he’s clearly not sure how to finish.

“Is shooting? Or being shot at? I’m not sure.” You finish for Bob. “Maybe whoever…called all of them into the vault? Or whoever.. put…us? In there?”

Bob freezes, clearly unsure how to respond to that. Whether that’s because he knows more than you do about before you woke up- you’re not sure. But either way, he doesn’t speak again.

Neither of you speak, until someone else does, and you both are too scared to even continue breathing.

“Down here!” A voice calls out and you both freeze behind the wall, turning to look at each other slowly.

You mouth for Bob to be quiet, and he nods frantically, grabbing your hand as the sound of footsteps increases as they get closer to the room. Shit, shit SHITTT!

Your heartrate increases, sweat building as you hear them grow closer and closer.

Right as you see a gun round the corner barrel first, and you try to decide if tackling the guy in black tactical gear would make any difference, someone else tackles the guy, and he tumbles to the ground. You realize it’s Walker, and you look away as John beats and then shoots the man in the head.

“Jesus Christ.”  You say as Walker stands up, grey shield in hand.

“Come on you two, we gotta go!” Walker doesn’t wait for you to reply before running down the hallway, and when Bob doesn’t move, you take it upon yourself to thank him for earlier by grabbing his hand and pulling him along quickly around the corner and into the hallway. You keep him close to you as you both stay low and fast behind Walker.

“Feel like I should have grabbed that guy’s gun.” Bob mumbles and you’re not sure if it’s to himself or you.

You run out into the front room behind Walker and pause when you see Yelena standing there, her own tactical gear that matches the man from before.

“Um…” You start, but Yelena is quick to cut you off.

“No time. Smoke bombs in a minute. Bob stay close to me, y/n stay with Walker. Get to the truck.” Yelena says.

“60 seconds, we take the gap, hope Ava has the truck.” Walker adds.

“You mean we don’t know where we’re going?” Bob asks, clearly stressed.

There is silence as everyone looks at him, including yourself. It wouldn’t be the first time today you didn’t have a solid plan.

“Okay, let’s go then.” You try to be brave, gripping Bob’s hand with so much force you think you might accidentally break it. But he clearly doesn’t mind, letting you squeeze as much as you need to.

The rest is a blur. Smoke fills the room you are in. And you are forced to let go of Bob’s hand in order to stay close behind Walker, following his shady through the smoke as you pull your shirt over your nose in order to not cough and give away your location.

“We’re almost there.” Walker whispers back to you, and you hold on to that. Being away from Bob has your heart beating fast and mind racing. It’s like he’s a part of you- a half you’re not sure when you lost. But you need him- and something in your brain says it’s not the first time you have.

You continue following Walker, but when you turn to see if Bob is still with Yelena, you lose everyone.

“Walker?” You try to harshly whisper, but you’re afraid of making too much noise.

That’s when you hear a familiar woman’s voice yell, “There!”, and a pair of arms grab you, and you are quick to scream at the absolute top of your lungs.

“Fuck off, let me go!” You scream, but a hand flies over your mouth, and before you can struggle more, something sharp hits your neck, and you scream behind the hand as your body becomes woozy.

The last thing you remember is people screaming and gasping, surprised yells and your head finally hitting the ground. Again.

***

“These are the other people going through the clinical trials.” The person in scrubs said, leading you into the room where 3 other people sat.

“Uh… thank you.” You reply, and you receive no response as you step in the room and the door all but slams behind you, and you can’t mistake the sound of the lock that echoes in the room. You stand there awkwardly, looking at the people in the room. A soft-ish looking man in pyjama-like clothes like yours, clearly anxious and curled in on himself.

A woman and another man sit on the opposite side of the room together, muttering quietly and consistently to each other enough that you decide you shouldn’t interrupt them, and take a seat one chair apart from the man you spotted first.

He looks up at you slightly as you sit down, giving you a very short but still very kind smile.

You jump on it, hoping to strike some type of conversation to ease some anxiety stirring in your tummy.

“Um- hi.” You wait for him to look up at you again before sticking your hand out towards him. “My name is Y/n.” You stare at him, hoping, praying he’s not crazy and you didn’t just sit next to the wrong person.

But he eases everything inside of you when his warm but anxious smile appears again, and he takes your hand in his, clasping it loosely. “Bob.”

“Nice to meet you Bob.”

You let the silence settle between you both again, looking at him as he puts his head down again, and you realize some of demeanor is clearly boredom.

“How long you been in this room?” You decide to ask, hoping you don’t antagonize him.

“I have to guess a few hours at most. You and the doctor that I saw just before are the first people I’ve seen all day besides those two over there.” Bob says, nodding his head to the pair still muttering to each other. Not having stopped since you came in.

“Oh, I see. Well that’s shit.” You say plainly, and you are surprised when Bob lets out a laugh, his features lighting up.

“Yea, it kind of is. What did you say your name was again?” Bob says, turning in his seat and clearly giving you his full attention. You straighten up, suddenly under his gaze and heat hitting your cheeks.

“Y/n.” You smile at him and he returns it.

“Well I hope we get to stick together than Y/n. If I’m honest, this kind of thing freaks me out and I’d like…a friend.”

You stare at him, surprised by his candidness. “Me too, Bob.”

***

“Hey!” You yell at a doctor as they run past your room, and you see their silhouette through the frosted glass. You are relieved when they stop, tapping the glass from the outside to make it clear so you can see each other.

“Yes?” The doctor asks, looking annoyed and offended you are speaking to him. Like you are below him.

“Where is Bob?” You interrogate, and you fume when the doctor looks confused.

“Who?”

“BOB! The other man that stays in this room with me? One of the only other people fucking here!” You are angry- it’s been nearly a whole 24 hours since you last spoke to Bob, and he’s still not back in the (sort of) safety of his shared room with you, in the bunk under yours.

“Oh. You’ll be staying in this room by yourself for a little bit. He’s busy.” That’s all the doctor gives you, and before you can protest, they tap the glass and they disappear.

You actually scream at the lack of information, terrified and worried for your friend.

Please come back.

***

Your head is pounding as you roll over, using the momentum to sit up. “Fuck my head…” You mutter, cradling it as you blink and try to get used to the brightness in whatever… room you’re in.

“Hi.” A voice says, and you jump, sitting up straighter on the… are you in a bed? You look around the room frantically, seeing a woman with beautiful brown hair, white strips through it in elegant waves. She is sitting at a chair across from your bed, and you are surprised by her…warmth.

“Hello?” You manage to get out, voice hoarse.

“Oh, here-.” The woman gets up, walking over to the bedside table next to you, pouring you a glass of water from the jug sitting there.

“Um- thank you,” You mutter, lifting the glass to your lips. It is cold and crisp, and you nearly moan at the feeling of it sliding down your throat.

She smiles at you, and you can’t help but feel uncomfortable.

You suddenly sit up, remembering what happened before you passed out.

“Wait- I have friends.” She doesn’t look surprised, but doesn’t say anything or interrupt you. “Yelena. Bob- shit where is Bob?” You ask, stressed and throwing your legs out over the bed, but you are wobbly, and instantly sit bac down again.

Again, the woman doesn’t look surprised at this, and gives you her best “kind” smile.

“We will discuss that. The other’s aren’t a worry for you anymore, don’t worry! And Bob- well. We think it’s best if you two stay permanently separated.”

Permanently?

Separated?

“No, there’s been a mistake we’re not dangerous- we’re friends and-.”

“Sweetie if I’m honest, he’s an ocean and you are a pond. Your power is miniscule compared to his and I need you out of the picture right now. Don’t worry, I’ll have a good role for you but until-.”

You don’t hear the rest of what she says because your ears are ringing, fuming with the idea that someone is keeping your only friend away from you for no good reason.

And you just have the smallest feeling Bob is somewhere in the same building feeling the exact same thing.

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