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lilacgaby · 9 months ago

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˗ˏˋdon't ask what are we, i like it baby.𖤐

pairing: situationship!gojo x reader

synopsisꨄ. the affection shared between you not only in public but private made everyone think you were together, but the one time they were right about your 'relationship', it made satoru upset. maybe he should make you official.

you honestly couldn't pick out when this started with satoru.

the gravitational pull towards each other, fleeting touches of the hand and the fluttering of eyelashes. the hand holding and kisses, laughing at his jokes even though they weren't always that funny.

finding comfort in each other, even though you really shouldn't grant him your presence. you always did though, open arms or a lap for him to lay on, a person for him to confide in. but even as he kissed you, tucking your hair behind your ear as words were lost to the pumping of your heart in your ears, it'd never progressed further.

no dates were in your future, no promise ring or flowers, no way you'd ever be able to call the satoru gojo yours in the near future.

but that didn't mean he didn't act like you were already his. like he wasn't entitled to your affection and love. as you scrolled on your phone mindlessly in the hallways, he wrapped his arms around you shamelessly. making people raise their eyebrows in confusion as he spoke directly into your ear, asking you what you were doing, where you were going, if you wanted to do things with him.

how he'd walk you to the dorms everyday, walk in like he owned the place as he laid down right smack middle of your bed. patting the side next to him as if it was only natural for you to be beside him so intimately.

how he'd skip out on hang outs with his friends just to come bother you at night, knocking on your door with sweets in hand, smiling at your half asleep self. “got room for one more?” he leant against the doorframe, he knew you'd let him in.

“weren't you hanging out with geto and shoko?” you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, as he responded while walking in and closing the door behind him. “yeah, wanted to be next to you though.” his face leaned close to yours, you could smell his expensive perfume as he laid his head in your shoulder.

he didn't leave that night.

how he spoke to you so sweetly, so deeply intrigued with you. as he stared as your face, eyes not leaving it as you spoke. “and.. um– what happened was…” he'd moved closer and tilt your head up with his hand. “go on, i was listening.”

the late night talks that always lead to more, your lipstick smudged and smeared against his lips as you grew obsessed with each other.

conversations would take place in the car, his eyes would hyper focus on your lips, you were just trying to speak but it always ended with you two breathless, conversations forgotten.

he didn't feel okay if you weren't right by his side, or if he didn't know your whereabouts. it was like having a clingy boyfriend who texted you every hour, asking where you'd be and if you were okay. though, despite this it wasn't anything more than a friendship.

he always felt truly happy around you. more than a weapon, more than the strongest sorcerer you saw him as him and nothing more. you held him as if you were just two normal people in love, he'd hold back as if your love was fleeting, not timeless but limited. he'd hold on for as long as you'd let him, which usually was until morning.

any conversations you tried to have about your relationship, asking if this was serious or not was quickly played or brushed off, your heart cracking slightly everytime he ignored you. the times you did manage to get a response out of him were full of, “what we have now is perfect, why ruin it?” and “labels are no fun anyways, you're fine aren't you?” you'd kick him out of your dorm, or leave where ever you were at when he said that. but you always ended up back with him again, running his hands through your hair the next day. he'd text you throughout the night, spouting apologies and promises mixed in with stupid emojis. you'd resist the urge to respond for a while, but you gave in. you always did for him.

he who held your heart in his hands, who chose to love and neglect it all within the same hour even, who you'd let continue being in control. honestly, you didn't know why yourself.

your relationship, or whatever you had going on, had just become so obvious to everyone around. people had started questioning you about it, shoko being the first to ask you so directly though. during a random hangout of yours, lazing around as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone, attention drawn elsewhere, she just came out with it. “so, are you two dating or something?” it was obvious who she was referring to, there was no one else who was so outwardly forward with you. but you rushed to correct her, even though it was something you thought about often yourself. “what? me and satoru are just friends, that's all.”

a moment passes over, her eyes locking into yours. “but you want more don't you? it's kind of cruel of him to be doing that to you actually.”

“you have no idea.”

little did you know, gojo was undergoing a similar conversation with geto, who eyed him and shot a knowingly look at him. “so, you and [name] aren't dating right?”

satoru was caught off guard by the comment as well, but he quickly recovered and went to make a joke about it. “what? no way. we're just friends.”

a thoughtful look came over geto’s face as he looked over gojo again. “then, you have no problem with me asking her out, right?”

the look that came over satoru was almost laughable, how his eyes widened and lips snarled into a scowl. how his fists balled up and his finger pressed against geto’s chest as he let out an angry, “no.”

“why not?” a dumb smile came over geto’s face. now mirroring his previous actions to shove a finger against his chest. “you know why.” satoru grabbed his hand and yanked it away from him, then walked off angrily, a puff of smoke almost being visible above his head.

geto could only laugh at how hopeless he was, and he'd be right.

you were still hanging around with shoko, outside and picking apart the clouds in the sky. though, you were cut off by a slightly annoyed satoru gently grabbing your hand. “come with me.” was all he said before he pulled you up with him, you waving bye frantically to shoko as he basically pulled you along, his longer strides being hard to keep up with.

he took you further outside than you were, surrounded by trees as he looked you up and down. you were just so pretty, so understanding, his voice was getting caught in his chest.

“satoru?” your voice snapped him out of his lovesick trance, his hands found yours and gripped them tightly, entangling the fingers within yours. he took a steady, deep breath, his hair was being blown back by the wind as his blue eyes finally landed onto yours again.

“[name].” he started, his heart already racing at the fact that your attention was all on him. “i– i should've done this a long time ago.”

your head tilted to the side, pulse quickening to match his, you bit your lip as you pondered over exactly what he meant, but he continued. “you– you're special to me. the things i do– we do- are special to me. the thought of you kissing, or being with anyone else,” his grip on your hands tightened impossibly, “it.. it upsets me.”

“i know it was wrong, wrong of me to expect you to wait around. to expect you to just be available for me whenever i wanted. but.. i– i just couldn't voice my feelings for you. you're like a safe place for me, a safe haven i could go to.”

he took another deep breath, having to look away from you for a moment. “i want to be that for you. i don't want someone else to come and take you away, i want to be as special to you as you are to me. no matter how selfish that makes me.”

he pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if awaiting rejection. “so, be mine. and i'll be yours. please.” his hands shook in your wake as he waited, hearing the gasp you let out from under your lips. he wasn't sure if it was from his proximity, from his question, or from something else but all he knew is that you let go of his hands.

his heart sunk to the bottom of his stomach, eyes widened and teary as he looked at you, but his words were cut off by the feeling of your hands on his face. of the sight of your teary eyes that matched him. “of course, dummy.” with a kiss that felt as if it was your first, you sealed your promise. he couldn't help the smile that played over his mouth as he kissed you, couldn't help himself from falling back into your embrace.

he couldn't help but realize that you held his heart in your hand, how you cared for it and made him feel alive. that scared him, scared him so bad that he'd willingly played with your heart in the process.

but as you two laid on the grass, pointing out shapes in the sky together as usual, seeing you in the sun as a heart-shaped cloud came out at the perfect time,

he knew he did right by you, finally.

he kissed you again, bound by his love for you. bound by the fact that he wouldn't need to worry about this, not if he dedicate himself to you as much as you did him.

as much as you deserved.

#i miss him #this is NOT me if i was in a situationship i'd never recover #lilac's late night talks ✧#gojo drabbles #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jujutsu gojo #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru drabbles #satoru x you #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles

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maxiroff · 1 year ago

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Truth or dare ~Wanda Maximoff

Summary: Truth and dare leads to unexpected questions and unexpected answers. You show Wanda what true pleasure is really like.

Paring: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Words: 3711

Warnings: Smut, fingering

Note: English is not my first language and I have not proofread this so there may be some errors.

Once the party started to die down you, Natasha, Wanda and Carol decided to move up to your shared floor. You and Natasha were spread out on the sofa while Wanda and Carol sat in the armchairs in front of you. Both empty and full beer bottles filled the table in between you. While Starks parties more often than not doesn't have a reason, this one actually did. It was to celebrate that Carol was back on earth and that Wanda finally became an official member of the team.

The drinks had started to get to you all and you wanted to keep the party going between you after everyone left. That's how you started playing truth or dare but with a twist. You could not say no. “Truth or dare Y/N?” said Carol while taking a sip of her drink. “Truth” the grin on her face told you that it was exactly the answer she wanted. “What is the most embarrassing thing that has happened to you during sex.” The moment she said those words Natasha started laughing her ass off.

“Why are you laughing Nat?” said Wanda with a confused look. “Well lets just say I was there.” “You were?” Wanda said, questioning. You decided to butt in before Natasha could exaggerate the story. “Okay here's what happens. I happened to have ehh, a friends with benefits with one of the recruits we were training, Lucy. We happened to have the gym to ourselves and we took advantage of that. I was standing up and had her sitting on my shoulders, leaning her against the wall while I was fingering her and eating her out. Right as she was about to go over the edge Natasha walked through the door. Of course we didn't notice because Lucy's moaning was so loud so Nat witnessed the whole thing.”

“Damn, was it hot?” Of course it would be Carol who asked such a question. “Carol, you can't ask that.” Wanda said. “Yeah, Yeah it doesn't matter.” she responded. “Okay since you asked me, it's my turn now.” Considering Wanda had never been asked before, and you simply wanted to know, you decided to ask her. “Wanda” her name being said got her attention and she turned to you. “Yes” “Truth or dare?” “Truth” she said with a slight hesitation.

“I know you and Vision were together before, how many orgasms did he give you in one session?” Her cheek immediately reddened at the question and she suddenly thought the floor was very interesting. “He um-” she cleared her throat “He didn't really give me any.” Her body language showed that she was either embarrassed or nervous, her eyebrows were furrowed and she was plucking at her nailbands while she told us the answer.

Her answer didn't make any sense though. They had gotten together shortly after they both joined the team and they only broke up a few months ago. The time they had been together was torture. Remembering all the times they sat snuggled up together on the sofa, giggling and disturbing the team's movie nights. The jealousy had burned through you. You could treat her so much better than he did, he’s a robot bor fucks sake. You had never felt such relief as you did the day you found out they broke up.

“I’m sorry but you're gonna have to make that make sense to us. You were together for like six months, you have to have done something during that time.” While this seemed like normal talk between you, Natasha and Carol, Wanda had never felt more uncomfortable in her life. She was a shy person and would rather keep her romantic life privat. But with all eyes on her she almost felt obliged to answer your question.

“Well he always, you know, finished quite fast and I didnt want him to feel bad about not being able to satisfy me so I just faked it.” Her answer did not surprise you. Once again hes a fucking robot, he probably had a vibranium dick that was smaller than my finger. Could he even feel pleasure and cum like a real person if he is made out of metal.

“What, so he just believed you all that time and you had to finish yourself off.” Natasha’s voice sounded judging, seeing the look on her face she probably was judging her.

Wanda could feel her cheeks redden even more when she thought of the times where she was left unsatisfied by both Vision and her inexperienced hands. To be right at the edge but not able to get over it, to never experience real pleasure. Of course it was embarrassing to admit out loud, especially to you who she admired and liked in a not so friendly way.

She already felt embarrassed enough but the alcohol made her spill her secrets away. With her arms tightly wrapped around her legs the words flew out quietly. “Um no I never really knew what to do so I never got myself there.” She made the mistake of looking up and seeing the shocked look upon all your faces. She never thought she would feel this bad about being inexperienced.

When you saw how uncomfortable she was at the topic you decided to end her misery. “Okej, we are moving on. Wanda your turn.” “Okej Natasha, truth or dare”

With Nat knowing Wanda would choose something vanilla she decided that dare was a safe bet. “Okej, I dare you to sit in Carol’s lap for the rest of the game.” Maybe she’s not that vanilla after all.

Neither Nat nor Carol complained as Natasha happily made herself comfortable in Carol's lap, wiggling her ass as she sat down. “Now it's finally my turn.” She said as she looked mischievously between you and Wanda. Natasha knew of your longtime crush on Wanda and had been waiting for an opportunity to play matchmaker, she was not about to let it go to waste. “Y/N, truth or dare”

“Dare” You said as you lifted your drink to your lips, what's life without a little excitement. Unfortunately you knew you made the wrong choice as Natashas smirk grew a hundred times bigger. “I dare you to give Wanda her first ever orgasm.”

Wanda's eyes almost popped out of her head in surprise, while you choked on your drink. “I’m sorry WHAT!” Telling Nat about your crush was obviously a mistake and if looks could kill she wouldn’t even be 6ft under ground, she would be a 100ft. “You heard me” This fucking bitch. She was enjoying everything that was happening.

Wanda however did not. She was panicking and didn't know what to feel about the situation. This may have not been a big deal for you but it was for her. She wanted to be with you in every type of way, but not because of a dare. She wanted you to be her “first” and this however, may be the only chance she would get. In the spur of the moment that was enough. Even though she was terrified, her mind was made up.

“Okej” Hearing her agree to do this may have surprised you even more than Natasha asking the question. “What, are you really sure about this Wands?” She didn't know if the surprised look on your face was a good or bad sign and doubt began filling her mind. But then again, her mind was made up. “Yes, I am.”

“Okay then” You stood up from your seat and made your way towards Wanda and held out your hand towards her. She followed through and put her hand in yours and stood up making the space between you only a few inches. Looking at her face you could see her face held a determined look, but her eyes showed something else. She was nervous.

In an attempt to ease her nerves you softly squeeze her hand. The gesture brought warmth to Wanda making her release a shuddering breath and her shoulders lowering in relaxation. “Can we go to my room”

“Yes, of course” You said as you led her hand in hand towards her room. Being that it was only a few doors down it didn't take too long. You let her hand go as you opened the door letting her walk in first. When you followed you closed the door behind you, making sure to lock it.

Turning around you saw Wanda standing in the middle of the room, picking on her nails and cuticles, a clear sign she felt unsure of what was happening. Wanting to stop her from picking her skin you slowly took each hand in your own, bringing her attention back to you once again. “I want to know that if anything we do is making you uncomfortable and you want to stop or slow down, for any reason, just tell me and we will.” You slowly bring her in your arms and hold her tight, her smaller frame being embraced by your own. “I always want you to feel safe with me.”

The feeling of you being wrapped around her and your warm breath on her neck when you whispered in her ear brought a warm feeling in her stomach. She didn't know where the courage to place one hand on your neck and the other on your hip came from. Nor where it came from when she softly pressed her lips behind your ear. “I already do.”

Her surprisingly bold actions were easily turning you on. The feeling of her soft, plump lips on your neck made your hands move lower bringing her hips to your own. Holding her tightly you slipped your thigh between her legs and made her grind down.

Her skirt rode up at the motion and you heard her gasp as she felt the pleasure strike through her. While you kept up the movement you kissed her neck in various places searching for her most sensitive spots. Beginning with slow open-mouth kisses pressed gently to her skin, making her feel all the right sensations before sucking lightly. And when you felt it to be the right time you carefully bit her skin.

It took Wanda by surprise and with the combined pressure from your thigh between her legs she couldn't hold back the moan that slipped from her throat. She hid her head in your neck as her hands gripped onto you hard trying to steady herself.

Hearing her moan made you crave for more. Crave to have her under you, tasting her on your tongue and feel how wet she was. Hearing her moan and whine as she squirms and writhes in pleasure. Hear her scream when her walls squeeze your fingers when she cums.

Wanting to make your imaginations real you slowly push her backwards to her bed, making her lay down as you reach the edge. You slowly come on top of her till you come face to face with her looking deep into her eyes. While you kept eye contact, your hands found their way to the hem of her shirt and slowly crept up inside it. Her breath became heavier when she felt your hand make contact with her bare skin.

“Is it okay if I take this off?” You asked as you went from stroking the skin of her stomach to gripping the shirt. She answered by nodding her head. “That's not good enough Wanda, I need a verbal answer.” You said in a stern tone.

“Yes, it's okay if you take it off.” With that you slowly lifted the shirt above her head revealing more and more of her skin. When it was fully off you noticed that she had opted to not wear a bra. Her light brown nipples hardened from the change in temperature and you couldn't resist from cupping her breasts in your hands.

You looked deep in her eyes as you spoke softly “ Your beautiful Wanda.” Your words made her heart flutter as a blush spread upon her cheeks. Wanda had never felt so cherished before. The way you looked and spoke to her made her understand that you meant what you said, it wasn't something you said just because.

Being too shy to reply verbally she slowly connected her lips to your as a show of her appreciation. As your lips danced together she felt your hands starting to move, massaging her breasts and nipple. You mixed between softly stroking and lightly pinching her hardened buds. She whimpered into your mouth and she felt her arousal drip into her panties, slowly creating a dark spot.

As you had slipped your thigh between her legs yet again you could also feel the wet spot that was created. You detached your lips from hers, instead bringing open mouth kisses down her neck and collarbone until you reached her breasts. You removed one of your hands from their previous position, placing it on her hip instead.

Her whines from the loss were instantly quietened when you circled your tongue around her areola. You then dragged your tongue over her nipple and started to flick and suck on it. Her hand landed on your head, fingers threading through your hair to get a tight grip on it, holding you in place.

As your hand twisted and pinched her nipple you softly bit onto her other nipple with your teeth. As you raised your head, bringing her nipple with you, her back arched from the pained pleasure. Her legs clenched around your own, her hips desperately trying to grind against you.

A soft "Please" you heard come from her. “What do you want Wanda?” You asked when you change your mouth from her right breast to her left, doing the exact same thing as before.

“I want your fingers, please.” At the same time she told you what she wanted, her hand grabbed ahold of yours and guided it down to her panites. “Good girl.” You told her as you let go of her nipple. You started making your way down her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses after you. You were soon met with a pair of beautiful red lace panties. You could also clearly see the dark spot in the middle of them, showing off how aroused she really was.

“Is it okay if I take this off love?” You asked, softly looking up at her. “Yes, please.” She answered whilst nodding. You gripped both her skirt and panties at the same time, dragging them down her legs until they dropped down to the floor.

As you made your way up her body again you left a trail of wet kisses up her legs. When you came up to her thigh you started lightly biting, leaving bruises behind. Coming up to her pussy you placed a kiss right above her small patch of dark hair.

Her hips bucked at the motion and a quiet moan slipped past her throat. You parted her legs, moving to lay between them, coming face to face with her again. “Are you really sure that this is what you want Wands? I don’t want to do anything you're not comfortable with.”

“Yes, I promise I want this, I feel safe with you.” She said that she caressed your cheek. Her words almost brought tears to your eyes. To know that she trusts you fully with her body and her pleasure.

You pressed your lips to hers, dragging your tongue across her bottom lip asking for permission to enter. She opened her mouth, tangling her tongue with yours. You used her being distracted in the interment moment to bring your hand down to her pussy.

You dragged your whole hand from her clit to her weeping hole, gathering her arousal on your two middle fingers you dragged them back up to her clit. You rubbed circles around it, teasing her by never fully touching it directly. She grunted into your mouth in frustration, her hips bucking up into your hand seaking the friction she needed.

“If you want something you have to tell me Wanda.” You reminded her. Your words made her even more frustrated, couldn't you see that she just needed you. She needs you to make her cum, not to draw it out by teasing her. She barely had any control over her own body left, her hips were bucking wildly in need and her folds were puffy and sticky from all the arousal leaking out of her.

“Please, I just want you to make me cum.” She pleaded. You could see the desperation in her eyes, how they were glazed over, only focusing on you. You knew how much she needed this, you weren't blind. You however, also knew how much sweeter her first release would be with how worked up she was.

“It’s okay love, I’ll take care of you.” Your lips connected to hers yet again, you pressed down on her clit with your thumb, tracing her entrance before sinking into her with your middle- and ring finger. “Oh God.” Her back arched as you pumped your fingers inside of her. She was so wet you could hear sounds coming from her at every thrust.

Her nails dug into your back, leaving deep, red scratch marks, desperately wanting to have you as close as possible. She hid her head in your neck as a way of trying to quieten down her moans. “Don’t do that.” you whispered against her ear. “Don’t hide those lovely sounds from me.” You curled your fingers, making them hit the most pleasurable spot inside her. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

She couldn't hold back anymore. Nobody had ever made her feel as good as she felt now when your fingers repeatedly kept hitting her g-spot. Loud moans spilled from her mouth and you could feel how her walls clenched around your fingers.

With your thumb playing with her clit and your fingers working inside of her your hand began cramping. The angle was a bit awkward and you couldn't use the force that you wanted to.

When you attempted to move your hand into a better position Wanda's hand shot down to yours, desperately trying to keep you in place. She panicked when she felt you move, being so embarrassing close she was afraid you would stop before she was pushed over the edge. “No, please don’t stop. I haven’t finished yet. ” She said, looking up at you pleadingly.

“I know, don’t worry sweetheart.” You chuckled. “I’m just changing into a better position.” You pecked her lips, trying to reassure her further. You moved your hand so that your palm was pressed against her clit, making it easy for you to grind it against her as you yet again eased your finger in.

The act made Wanda relax and place her hand back around your neck. You picked up the pace making sure that your palm stimulated her clit at the same time. You knew she was close again from how her body started tensing. Her legs locked up around your arm and her grip tightened around you.

“Fuck you feel so good, I’m so close!” She moaned against you. “It’s okay, be a good girl and cum for me Wanda.” And she did. “Ohhhh” She let out an almost pornographic moan as her back arched and her whole body trembled. Her eyes shut tight at the utter pleasure that pulsed through her. You could feel her cum leaking out of her as you slowly brought her down from her orgasm.

“There you go, you did so good my love.” You slowly pulled your fingers out and started stroking her legs and her waist bringing her back in the moment with you. Her body slowly lowered back into the bed as she relaxed against you. You left a light trail of kisses from her shoulder up her neck and ended it with a kiss to her forehead. The muscles in her face instantly relaxed and she opened her eyes looking up at you.

“Hi” You smiled down at her. “Hi” She whispered back with a blush rising up her cheeks. “How are you feeling, are you okay?” You were afraid you maybe had taken things too far in the moment and that she would start to regret what you had done.

“Yes I’m okay, I promise. This was amazing. You are amazing.” She said as she stroked your cheek. The worry in your eyes was clear and she wanted you to know you didn’t do anything wrong. She could also feel the heat that rose to your face due to her compliment, not being used to it.

trying to hide it from her you connected your lips and dragged your tongue against her bottom one asking for entrance. Of course she granted it and swirled her tongue with yours. You took your time to just enjoy the moment and the efter bliss, only parting when air became an issue.

"Stay here I’m just gonna get a towel so I can clean you up.” She nodded and you left to go to the bathroom. When you came back with the damp towel you gently cleaned her between her legs and where you had dragged your hand as you were trying to calm her down. Wanda watched as you made sure not to leave any residue left.

When you were done you threw the towel towards the bathroom not wanting to depart from Wanda. “ Hey Wands, would you like to sleep here tonight?” Her being exhausted and on the verge of falling asleep wouldn't say no to that. “Yes please.”

You laid down besides her opening your arm allowing her to snuggle into you. Your legs ended up being tangled, your arms wrapped around each other and she used your shoulder as her pillow. “Thank you for doing this, good night.”

“Of course love.” “Ehh before you sleep, would it be okay if I took you on a proper date tomorrow?”. She tightened her grip on you and kissed your neck before whispering out “Yes I would love nothing more.” With that you both fell asleep happy and content in each other's arms.

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star-girl69 · 11 months ago

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Too Sweet

Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: a niche celebrity yourself, you and caroline try to keep your relationship private and secret- despite the rumors circling. but secrets come out when you’re on live.

a/n: this MIGHT be the worst thing i have ever written… anyways 😍 from this ask, i hope you all enjoy!!

Too Sweet - Hozier

warnings: reader cries like twice, i took this and ran w it lmao, hmmm like hurt/comfort, mentions of sex, kissing, the whole shabang, swearing, pretty chill but suggestive at times so lmk if i missed anything!!

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“Oh, my God!” You shout, sitting up in your girlfriend’s bed, blankets slipping off of you. She groans next to you, head falling off of your shoulder and arm still around your waist.

“I was asleep,” she complains.

“Look!” You shout, shaking her slightly as you shove your phone in her face.

Caroline, your very wonderful and very sleepy girlfriend who claims naps just aren’t the same if you’re not in bed with her, blinks a few times as her eyes adjust. You unpause the Tik Tok video, and the song plays, some emotion forming in her eyes that you can’t quite name. The sound starts looping again, and you shake your phone.

“See? It’s an edit! Of me!!”

She smiles. “Oh, wow, baby. You’re really famous now, huh?” Your stomach twists as she watches the edit in total adoration, pupils blown despite her sleepy eyes. It’s just a clips of you from screen recorded lives or Tik Tok’s from someone on the team, but you can’t help but be happy anyways.

You don’t want that whole famous thing, the spotlight and the pressure- you’re just glad your girlfriend is getting the attention she deserves. She’s the most talented person you know- an Olympian, for God’s sake.

“I like this,” she smiles. “It’s cute. Send it to me.”

You laugh but send it anyways, your eyes catching on the small text that says 12 comments.

Nobody knows you and Caroline are dating. At least, the fans don’t. After Caroline started coming to fame and Laila followed, the Badgers become sort of a social media hotspot. They were all talented and hilarious- they deserved it.

You’ve only been dating Caroline for a few months, but you’d been friends with her for years before that- always teetering on the edge of something more. In fact, the first time you were ever brought up was people questioning who you were in the background of lives- questioning if you were dating someone on the team.

Caroline did love her fans a lot, she often ranted about how cool is was being able to share her life with people and how amazing it was to be an inspiration to so many young girls who feel discriminated in sports, but the talk of introducing you to them hasn’t quite come up yet.

Maybe you’re still in the honeymoon phase. Maybe all the people who deserve to know- your friends and family- are the people who already know.

user-1 ok who tf is she. seriously like i love her but WHO

user-2 @/user-1 her name is y/n!! she doesn’t play for the badgers but she’s friends w all of them and hangs out w them a lot

user-1 i heard a rumor she’s dating kk… i would actually go crazy.

user-4 ok she’s pretty but like kk and i are married sooooo

user-3 i don’t even think she’s that pretty tbh

user-2 um ok wow wtf did she do to you

user-3 nothing i just don’t think she’s that pretty

user-3 if she is dating kk then kk could do a lot better (cough me cough)

You can’t help but frown, reading the words over and over again.

“What?” Caroline asks, cupping your hand with her own to angle the screen towards her. She turns from half-asleep to wide awake in seconds. “They don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.”

You turn your phone off and let it drop onto the blankets, turning towards KK. She sits up immediately, putting both of her hands on your face- but you can’t quite meet her eyes.

“Hey, hey. Don’t listen to them. Look at me. Please. Don’t listen to them.”

“I’m not,” you say after a moment, eyes still shut. “It’s fine. I just… don’t get it.”

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and you’re all I’ve wanted for years. And now that I finally have you, I’m not letting you go. And I’m not letting you get it in your head that you’re not good enough for me- because you are.”

You don’t notice a tear has fallen down your face until she’s kissing it away.

“You’re perfect,” she says, with an air of finality you can’t help but smile at. “I love you. Don’t think otherwise. Of course, if you need some reassurance I’m always down to tell you how much I love you.”

“Thank you, KK,” you whisper, softly clearing your throat as you’re finally able to meet her eyes. “I love you, too.”

All you can do is think about when she won the NCAA championship last year, when she was high off of the win and came out of the locker room to find you- smiling so brightly and gushing about how good she had played- and all she did was smile at you, grab your face, and kiss you so hard you got tilted back onto an axis you didn’t even know you were knocked off of.

And suddenly, with her lips on yours, everything in the world felt right. And it’s felt right since then. It feels right now, 4 months into your relationship, with Caroline holding your face and kissing your tears away.

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell them,” she whispers, kind of blurts it out. “I-I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and, well, this kinda sealed it. I don’t want them to get in your head, like this. I… just want you all to myself, really.”

You laugh, and she smiles back, her eyes moving from your lips to the bridge of your nose to your eyes.

“Won’t keeping it a secret be kinda annoying?”

“I mean, not being able to show you off will suck, but if it means you don’t cry about stupid people again then I’ll do it.”

“Okay, then. We don’t have to tell them.”

“Exactly.” She kisses you, once, like she’s sealing a promise between the two of you. “Besides, nothing about you is ever annoying.”

—-

The edit of you ended up going kind of viral, and then more and more were made, until suddenly you had 2000 followers on Tik Tok and hundreds of private messages begging you to go live with the team, or film some kind of video, or do anything.

The first thing you ever posted was a simple get ready with me, and that received so much support you did another one, and then you did a day in the life- that one featured Caroline, so it went very viral- and suddenly you went live one night, and then it all just kinda fell into place.

There was nothing more exciting then getting another sweet comment or message telling you how much they looked forward to your videos, or absolutely hilarious comments people would leave under your posts.

But, with your own social media fame skyrocketing and Caroline’s still staying strong- she was right. They did judge you, they did get into your head.

And they weren’t dumb, you quickly realized. This sort of abstract group of people you called “they” and listened to, they knew something was happening.

There were three instances that caused the fans to guess you and Caroline were more than just friends.

—-

The girls decided to have another movie night, and all of you were laying lazily about the couches and the floor, Laila on live showing off her fabulous singing skills yet again, and you were sitting with KK on the couch.

You weren’t even that close to each other. Your thighs touched, sure, and she had her arm around her shoulder- but she kept it back, so it was more so on the back of the couch and not touching you. But, her comforting presence was there, and that was enough for you.

Someone had paused the movie a while ago, and it had turned more into a hangout session that was filled with obnoxious singing and laughter.

“I should probably go soon,” you muttered to KK.

“Why?” She frowned, pressing her leg into yours.

“I have a test tomorrow morning, I should go to bed soon.”

You still whispered to each other, even though the room was pretty loud.

“You sure you don’t wanna sleep over? I’ll drive you over in the morning.”

She was always trying to get you to sleep at her apartment. Or just be at her apartment in general- sometimes, you would hang out at their place while they had practice and make dinner for them, and KK would jokingly call you her wife and thank you for having dinner on the table.

You have to cross your legs when she wraps her arms around you and kisses your cheek, saying “thank you, my wonderful wife.”

“I wanna be in my own bed, K.”

She leans in, closer to you so her lips are ghosting over your ear. “My bed is your bed, baby.”

She leaves a kiss to the shell of your ear, pulling away with a small smile on her face and you can feel your cheeks heat. And she knows the reaction she has on you, and she’s very proud of it.

You smile. “I’m sorry, Caroline. Not tonight, okay?”

“Are you sure?” She asks, hand playing with the hair at the back of your head. You turn to her, amused smile on your face she can’t take her eyes away from.

“I am one thousand percent sure that I don’t want to go to your place tonight.”

“You’re no fun,” she teases.

“I’m plenty of fun,” you gasp, faking offense with a hand over your chest. She takes her arm off of your shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you gonna prove that? ‘Cause I don’t think I believe you.”

“I think I proved that Friday night.” You place your hand on her chest, fingertip drawing patterns on her collarbone. She visibly swallows. “You remember?”

“Fuck yeah I remember, but I still think you should show me again.”

“Fuck!” Laila suddenly shouts, and you whip around only to find her frantically clicking buttons on her phone before simply throwing it across the room.

The chatter stops. Ava, another girl on the team, picks the phone up from where it’s fallen by her feet and looks at it.

“Um, what was that for?” She asks, and you can see the live ended screen on Laila’s phone.

“I’m so sorry,” Laila says. “They heard you.”

Your eyes widen. “The thing about Friday night?”

“I don’t know! I wasn’t listening to you, what the fuck were you even saying? I just looked at the comments and suddenly everyone was asking who KK was talking to, and like, ‘wow, KK is so hot.’”

Caroline rolls her eyes. “Okay, whatever. That could have been about anything.”

“Caroline,” you mutter. “It’s pretty obvious it was about sex.”

“Okay, shush,” Laila says, holding her hands out. “First of all, why are you doing that when we’re all in the room? Second, oh, my God I am so sorry.”

You sigh, cracking your knuckles. Caroline immediately grabs one of your hands. “It’s not your fault, Lai. It’s fine- I mean, if we ignore it then they’ll probably just stop talking about it. Right?”

“Probably,” Laila agrees. “They’ll forget about it tomorrow. Hopefully it doesn’t end up in the edits.”

You can’t help but laugh. If you don’t laugh, you might cry.

@/user-1 here’s the screen recording!! side note: i NEED to know who kk was talking to at the end.

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user-2 wait what do they say at the end

user-3 @/user-2 basically kk and another girl are just flirting like crazy

user-4 @/user-3 they could still be friends

user-3 @/user-4 um no that was gay as hell

user-5 WHAT HAPPENED FRIDAY NIGHT KK PLS PICS OR IT DIDNT HAPPEN

user-6 @/user-5 EXACTLY

—-

Your voice felt a little scratchy, and you couldn’t stop coughing- you had been screaming so hard during the entire game that you’re sure you’re going to wake up without a voice tomorrow.

The Badgers just won the last game they needed to win- the qualifying game for the Frozen Four tournament. This was the third year in a row Caroline had gone to the championships, and by the way a huge dog pile had formed on the ice when the buzzer went off- everyone was just a little excited.

You waited as patiently as you could outside of the locker room, but you found yourself again fidgeting with your hands and walking back and forth. All you could think about was just kissing Caroline so hard you saw stars, and telling her how good she did.

You closed your eyes for a moment, finally leaning back against the wall as you thought back to the goal she had scored. Maybe it was weird, but there was honestly nothing sexier to you than watching Caroline in her element like that.

Hockey was where she shined, where she was her truest self- and not only was it exhilarating to watch her in general, but she also looked really good doing it.

The door finally creaked open and your cheeks burned from smiling too hard, all of the Badgers coming out of the locker room and running to great their own friends and family who had gathered outside. It took a second for her face to appear in the line of people exiting, she was laughing with Laila and a few other girls about something, she was smiling just as wide as you were and, God, she looked so pretty.

When she saw you, it wasn’t possible for her smile to get bigger, but her smile changed. Suddenly, you felt so loved just by the way she was looking at you.

You practically ran across the room, half jumping into her arms, pressing yourself as close to her as you could. You kissed her nose as you wrapped your arms around her neck, and her hands ran along down your arms to your shoulders, then down your sides to finally hold onto your hips.

“Holy shit,” she said, smiling, still kind of in disbelief.

“I am so, so, so fucking proud of you, baby.”

Her eyes search all across your face, almost like she’s taking in every inch of this moment. You know that she’s been looking forward to this moment since the buzzer went off- her weird pleasure is that she thinks you’re so hot when you’re supporting her- and she drinks in everything about you like she’s trapped in a dessert and you’re water.

She doesn’t need to say thank you, because the way she kisses you, hands squeezing your hips even closer to her, hard and unrelenting and depriving you of air but you can’t think about anything else when she gets like this with you, is more than enough.

She kisses you like she’s starved, and there’s nothing else you love more than this moment with her.

When she does finally pull away, panting slightly but still chuckling at the way you’re literally about to pass out from lack of air- that’s the one shitty thing about her endurance, you swear she’s gonna kill you with kisses- she presses her forehead against yours.

“Thank you,” she breathes. “Thank you. I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

There’s a few tears in her eyes.

Laila suddenly appears next to the two of you, her 6’1 frame quite literally casting a shadow over the two of you and your happy moment.

“We’re having a moment, Laila,” KK groans, but she’s smiling so hard.

“Great, some rando is taking a video, though.”

“Fuck.”

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user-1 IS THAT CAROLINE HARVEY? IS THAT CAROLINE HARVEY KISSING A GIRL??

user-2 kk harvey girl kisser confirmed… this is a win

user-3 KK HOW COULD U CHEAT ON ME

user-4 @/user-3 KK THE KIDS MISS UUUUU

user-5 ok but appreciation for the hand placement.

user-6 @/user-5 THE WAY SHES KISSING HER??? LIKE A WOMAN STARVED??? that’s a hozier kinda kiss bro

user-7 @/user-6 would do anything to be in that girls place rn

user-8 can’t tell very well from this angle but i think the other girl is wearing a harvey jersey!! how cute

user-9 ok but the way laila blocks the camera from seeing them… that’s my wifey right there

user-10 absolutely obsessed with the way kk covers the other girls face when they walk away

user-11 @/user-10 we love a protective gf

user-12 don’t mind me just watching this video for the hundredth time

user-13 okay am i going crazy or is that y/n l/n??

—-

“Ok, hi Live. Y/N, say hi to the live.”

“Hi guys!” You smiled at the camera, keeping your eyes fixed on the boiling pot of pasta you were currently stirring.

“What are you guys making?” Laila reads, before shoving the camera yet again in your face.

“Okay, calm down,” you scold, setting aside your spoon and grabbing her phone. “Don’t bother me while I’m dealing with dangerous liquids.”

“It’s water,” Laila deadpans.

“Boiling water.”

Laila rolls her eyes but doesn’t give a verbal response, so you just smile and switch the camera around.

“Okay so, as you can see we’ve got some pasta boiling and some veggies and chicken cut up, and then we’re gonna cook that, and like… yeah.”

You look back towards the comments, most of them asking for KK. You decide to be nice, looking around the apartment and finding that your girlfriend is nowhere to be found.

“Carolineeeee,” you call, stretching out her name. “The people want to see you!”

The door to her bedroom creaks open, and she walks out carrying a hoodie. “What?”

“Laila went live,” you explain, flipping the camera around. “Okay, smile! Give us a little wave!”

user-1 y/n is so mom core

KK gives you a bored look, but begrudgingly puts on a very fake smile and waves.

“Aww how cute! What’s the hoodie for?” You ask, turning the camera back around and doing a few poses for the camera, admiring yourself.

“You. You said you were cold, like, two seconds ago.”

“Oops. Yeah, I did.”

user-2 kk is such a sweetheart

user-3 kk who were you kissing in that video??

user-4 i’m 99% sure it was y/n

user-5 i don’t think so

user-4 nobody asked you

user-6 KK PLS ADDRESS THE VIDEO

You prop the camera down against a random glass of water someone left on the counter, catching the hoodie Caroline throws at you and quickly putting it on.

“Okay, fit check!” You do a little spin, watching KK smile at the way her last name looks on your back. “Hoodie is from Caroline, bottoms are from… Under Armor, and… yeah, I don’t know where these socks are from.”

A few people compliment you, but the chat is still mostly filled with people asking for KK- or asking about the video.

The video that thankfully hasn’t been connected to you yet… but still, your name has been mentioned as a culprit multiple times.

You sigh, heavily. “I’m not good enough for them, they only want you, KK.”

She smiles but joins you in front of the camera, her eyes catching on your pouty lips for a second before she looks at the camera, wrapping her arm around your waist and standing close to you.

Immediately, the comments flood with questions about the video.

The two of you very pointedly ignore them, and Caroline finally gets up to grab the phone, opening the cabinet above the stove and propping it up in there. You sit on the counter behind them, legs swinging in the air as Laila shows off her vegetable cutting skills before dumping them in a pan to cook.

KK leans right next to you on the counter, her shoulder touching your arm, she squints at the camera before placing her hand on your thigh. You look down for a quick second, seeing that was in fact KK’s hand very not-friendly placed on your thigh, whipping to her with your eyes wide.

“Caroline,” you whisper, trying to subtlety push her away from you.

“Relax,” she whispers back. “They can’t see. You’re still my girlfriend, I wanna touch you.”

You look away, hoping the camera doesn’t catch the heat in your cheeks or the way you smile.

“Y/N,” Laila says, reading yet again from the live. “Someone wants to know why you’re always at our place.”

“What kind of question is that?” KK asks with an amused smile while you laugh. She pinches your cheek with her free hand. “Who wouldn’t want to look at this face all day?”

“You certainly do,” you laugh. Caroline smiles up at you. You’ve long since decided her smiles are your favorite thing in the world, but every time she smiles at you- which is a lot- you still get that same feeling you get when she first kisses you at that game.

“Okay,” Laila says, acting nonchalant as she turns around. “Hello?” She says, so quietly you have to read her lips. “Tone it down?”

You suddenly realize what you said.

You swallow and suddenly find the ceiling very interesting.

Caroline squeezes your thigh to be comforting but doesn’t look at you. You really want her to look at you. You wonder, for just a second, if maybe it would be easier to just tell people.

Then you remember the comments.

You still get them sometimes, the random trolls who don’t think you’re pretty or worthy enough for KK, to be friends with the team in general- and they make you feel so fucking shitty about yourself that KK’s even caught you crying about them a few times.

You know it’s stupid.

You try to listen to her, to not let them bother you- but maybe you’re just not as tough as her. Or you’re stupid, weak, sensitive- they bother you. They cut you deep like a sharp knife.

You hop down from the counter, KK’s hand sliding off of you. “Gonna run to the bathroom,” you mutter.

You can feel Caroline’s eyes on your back as you walk away. And she does come find you, but she waits a minute. She does ask what’s wrong, and you say nothing and she knows you’re lying- so she asks Laila to end the live.

And even though they’re not there anymore, you still carry the fear of their judgement.

@/user-1 screen recording from the live!!! i love kk and y/n’s relationship so much <3

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user-2 if y/n and kk are JUST friends i’ll pay everyone on this planet 100 dollars

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user-3 really?? idk i think they’re just friends

user-4 kk said “who wouldn’t want to stare at this face all day” and y/n said “you do” that’s gay…

user-5 kk literally got a hoodie for her when she mentioned she was cold and then when she came on camera she looked at y/n’s lips

user-3 i just don’t know if i see it tbh like i don’t see them together

user-5 they’re dating mark my words

—-

It’s been weeks since the video came out, since the clips of the lives started circling, since more and more people starting saying your name when discussing who KK was dating- since everyone pretty much knew she was dating someone now, the only question was who.

Thankfully, despite the initial week where your comments were filled with people asking who Caroline was dating- asking if it was you- it finally died down, and people had either forgotten it or gotten bored by the lack of response.

And, you had found comfort in your own account. There was the occasional hate comment- but you didn’t cry anymore. There were always people ready to defend you, and everyone was just genuinely so sweet to you. They wanted to know about your life, your routines, your outfits- and the KK content you provided was just an added bonus.

That’s what you’re doing, Friday night at 4pm. The Badgers had a home game today, and like most home games, you were going to watch from the stands, cheering on your girl and the rest of your friends.

You decided to go live, sitting on the floor in KK’s room in front of her floor length mirror, pulling out her desk chair next to you, placing a stack of books on it and propping your phone up against it.

It was kind of therapeutic, answering random question about yourself and the team while you got ready. You showed the camera each product you used, and then they watched as you put it on- a few people even managing to give you helpful tips. It made you feel kinda wanted, kinda loved, kinda…good.

The door opens, and you look over your shoulder to see Caroline walking in.

“Hi, K,” you greet.

“Hi,” she says back, kind of distracted, already rifling through her messy bedside table, then her dresser-

“Okay, what are you looking for?” You laugh, smiling.

“Hairtie.”

You roll your eyes. “Babe, they’re on your desk, remember?”

“Oh,” she mumbles, eyebrows raising as she suddenly remembers that, yes, she did put the ceramic jar full of hair ties on her desk last night. She grabs one, standing behind you and pulling her hair back into a somewhat lazy ponytail.

She crouches down behind you, putting her arms around your neck. She looks at you in the mirror, and you look back.

“Well?” You say, teasing her, looking for a thank you.

She smiles.

“Thank you, baby.” She kisses your cheek. “Always keeping me in check.”

Your phone suddenly buzzed about 20 times, and you look over to the desk chair, mouth dropping in horror as you realize you’re still on live.

Fuck.

You’re still on live.

“Shit!” You practically screech, grabbing your phone and panicking, hitting buttons randomly before opting to just close the app altogether. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

Caroline is completely frozen behind you.

“Were you… just… on live?”

“I’m sorry,” you breathe, and suddenly tears are streaming down your face faster than you can stop them, and all you can do is watch your pretty makeup get slowly ruined. “Fuck. I’m so sorry, I- I don’t- I’m sorry.”

Her hands come to your shoulders and she fully sits down behind you, massaging your shoulders gently as she kisses the back of your head, shushing you softly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, sweetheart.” Her lips move against your hair. “Baby, it’s okay.”

She doesn’t try to comfort you beyond that, just calling you baby and telling you it’s okay, even though you want to scream that it’s not. It’s not okay.

She just lets you cry. And you cry, you cry for what feels like twelve hours.

“Y/N,” she finally whispers.

“What?” You moan back, sniffling.

“What are you thinking right now?”

You scoff at the ridiculous question.

But, you can’t help but lean back into her. She wraps her arms around you, keeping your arms tucked to your sides, her legs outside of yours, touching you- you never feel safer than you do when you’re in her arms like this.

“I’m thinking I’m the worst girlfriend in the world, and-”

You’re cut off by another sob.

“I’m so sorry,” you say again, because all you can do right now is apologize. “Are you mad?”

“Am I mad? Baby, I’m fine. It’s completely fine. Maybe this wasn’t the most perfect, thought-out way to launch “us,” but it’s okay. I promise, I’m not mad. And I promise it’s going to be okay.”

“Caroline,” you groan.

“What, baby?” She asks, kissing your cheek.

“I don’t know. Why did we even do this in the first place?”

“You cried. Because of the hate comments. And I don’t want to see you cry. But that was so long ago, babe, now you’re really famous. I mean, you have, what, 5000 followers? That’s impressive. We… we were just so new back then, and I was scared that you would break up with me. It was me. I was scared. I told you, I just want you all to myself.”

“I wouldn’t break up with you over that.”

“Well, I know that now,” she smiles.

You finally manage to open your eyes, meeting her gaze in the reflection. You look like a mess.

“I don’t know how you manage to stay so pretty when you cry.”

You try to hide a laugh, but you can’t.

“I’m sorry that we didn’t get to control how we did it, but I’m not sorry that we kept it for hidden longer. It was time, babe- it was getting on my nerves. All the bugging me about who I was kissing after games… I was done with it. I love you, and this is nothing.”

“I love you,” you repeat.

“And this is nothing.”

“Honestly,” she starts, loosening her grip on you. “We made this into a big thing.”

“We did,” you chuckle. You glance at your phone, still readily receiving texts. The notifications you originally got were from your friends who were on the live, who had saw Caroline kiss your cheek and call you baby, and immediately freaked out and texted you, realizing you had forgotten you were on live. “Whatever. This is nothing. We’re together, everyone knows, it’s fine.”

“And if anyone has a problem with that, you have 5000 followers to attack them with.”

You roll your eyes. “I would argue your, what, 35 thousand is more impressive and effective?”

“Same difference. Wait, hold on, can I get your autograph? You’re literally my favorite celebrity, like, ever. I would die for you, I love you so much.”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry- no more autographs today. My hand is cramping from writing so many,” you frown, flexing your hand dramatically.

“Can I get a kiss then?”

“Very weird thing to ask a celebrity, but… you’re hot, sure.”

@y/n she chose me she don’t want u 💋

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user-1 most iconic way to announce a relationship ever i fear

kkharvey4 love u baby so glad ur all mine

user-2 @/kkharvey4 hey thanks for ripping my heart out of my chest… happy for u or whatever tho

user-3 GODDDD THEYRE SO CUTE IM DEAD

user-4 fuck she’s beautiful… can’t even be mad

user-5 ok but they ate… power couple fr…

user-6 this reminds me of the day kate martin hard launched. i need to mourn

user-7 bitch i fucking called it

#caroline harvey #caroline harvey x reader #kk harvey #kk harvey x reader

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Runaway

wc: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of foster care, none really

Lexi’s perspective

"Um, Lex," Chloe announced, causing me to look at her. "aren't those the girls?"

I looked in the direction she was pointing, when my eyes locked on them. The girls. The girls who left me and still had the audacity to claim they loved me.

I moved on long ago. The amount of calls and texts I've received in the past seven months was seriously concerning, not to mention they filed me as a missing person.

Cops have chased me, search parties have been organized, and yet I still don't want to be found.

I am not going back.

I groaned, turning to Chloe, my partner amongst all this chaos. "Yes, that's them." I growled. "Let's go before they see us."

The system is what broke me. It took away my freedom, my faith, my personality.. they weren't any different.

"They're coming this way." She whispered, turning around and leading the way.

My breath hitched but I kept my pace, careful to not be noticed.

I eventually heard footsteps approaching quickly- of course. They're footballers, they can run. I'd hope.

"Lexi?" An Irish accent was heard first from behind us. Barely making eye contact with Chloe, we slightly nodded-then took off.

I've always been fast, something they've always told me. I know I am. I'd always do the most sports to just get away from them, from everyone. Practicing was the one way I could be alone, even if I was with a team.

Chloe and I have been in this situation before, just cops instead. We've made a long going plan to run different ways and just meet up at our camp, an abandoned underground place squirming with insects.

But when I cut a turn opposite to Chloe, it didn't surprise me I could still feel the gap between us closing.

It wasn't long until I felt arms wrap around my waist, tackling me to the ground.

"No," I cried, squirming as more caught up. "let me go."

"Sorry kid," Katie mumbled, arms wrapped tightly around me. "I can't do that."

I tried pushing her off me, but more arms grabbed me. The same pair of arms that used to hold me at night, tell me everything would be okay.

Leah.

"Stop it!" I yelled, trying to make a scene.

A load of the girls were there, either from Arsenal or the Lionesses. They were all looking at me with pity and annoyance.

They must not know the story.

"Lexi, can we please just talk?" Leah practically begged, holding me against her while I thrashed in her arms.

"There's nothing to talk about," I spat under gritted teeth. "you left me. I want nothing to do with you."

I trusted her. I shared my secrets, my thoughts, my hopes, and that was my mistake.

She gasped, her grip almost loosening but never enough I could break it. "No, no. I didn't leave you. I would never." She breathed out, sounding more hurt than anything. "I was doing what was best for you, love."

Best for me!?

Beth butted in while lots of the girls explained to strangers I wasn't being kidnapped. "Le, maybe bring her back to the hotel. Somewhere more.. private."

Leah looked around, before agreeing. She nodded to Katie and let go of me, but right before I could take off, the Irish grabbed hold of me and picked me up in a bear hug.

"Katie, please," I whispered, voice desperate. "please let me go."

The Irish sighed. "I'm sorry, Lex. Just talk to Leah, yeah?"

"I don't want to talk to her."

"She just wants to make things right."

"If she wanted things to be right she wouldn't have tried to send me back.

Katie sighed again as we neared a car. "I don't think I know the full story. Just.. hear her out, okay? She loves you, kiddo. A lot. She's been worried sick ever since you left."

"No." A tear fell down my face onto Katie's shirt. "I didn't leave. I was looking out for myself, something she gave up on."

I was speaking loud enough so I knew Leah- who was only about a foot in front of us- could hear. Her shoulders were slumped and I only felt a smidge bad, simply because I have a kind heart. Deep down I knew I could rip into her with my words and still walk away unsatisfied.

Katie sighed yet again as Leah opened the car door for us, climbing inside with me still in her arms. "If this doesn't work out, I'll adopt you, alright? Caitlin would agree, no worries. Just try to speak with her."

I huffed as Less climbed into the car, squishing me in the middle. She gave my thigh a pat along with a small smile, but I didn't reciprocate.

Leah got in the passenger seat as Beth started driving away, lord knows where. A bunch of cars followed behind, assumingely the rest of the girls.

After about five more minutes of complete awkward silence, we pulled up to a nearby hotel. Beth parked and Katie grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the car. "Don't even think about running," Katie dared in a whisper.

I shot her a glare but obeyed, letting her drag me through the hotel.

In the elevator, my eyes connected with Leah's for a quick second. I looked away quickly, but only after noticing the regret in hers. It almost made me feel bad for all the distress I caused, to her and everyone else.

No, no. I can't turn into the sweet girl I once was. Not now.

Katie pulled me out of the now opened elevator to a hotel room, presumably Leah's.

Once in there, I stood against a wall, pretty much everyone I once laughed with staring at me. Both Leah's lioness and Arsenal teammates have known me, for me.

Running away was not me. But running away is what was best for me.

"Guys," Leah spoke the dreaded words, slicing through the awkward silence. "can we have a minute?"

Everyone- I'm not even sure, like 20 people- left, lots confused and lots worried. But I didn't care. I was now alone in a room with the one woman I hated.

Well- sorta hated. I could never hate her. In reality, I missed her so much. It was my one weak spot, she was the mother I never had. I had to convince myself she was my enemy first my own good.

"Lexi," Leah began from across the room, arms crossed. She had the most relieved yet sorry expression ever, something I'd never really seen. "I'm sorry."

I said nothing but stared at her. Not in shock, no. If she wanted my forgiveness, she had to give more.

Her eyes met mine as she took a step closer. I took a step back, hitting the wall behind me. "Lex, I didn't leave you-"

"Bullshit." I cut her off. "You tried sending me back to the one place I never felt safe in. You knew about that and you still sent me back."

"No, no. Lexi.." her eyes watered and her voice shook, as if she had a million things to say at once. "I wanted you in a better place. Looking back, I shouldn't have tried it.. but I was struggling. I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to take care of you and give you what you deserved."

Tears fell from my eyes as a lump in my throat formed. "So why'd you start? You never had to foster me, but you promised me you'd make my life better. I was happy, then you threw it all away."

"Because," She started, blinking her tears away. Her voice was still quiet in the small room. "you were so vulnerable when I found you. I knew I couldn't just leave you, and I wanted to give you the life I felt you deserved. I..I just didn't know I wouldn't be able to until it was too late."

I stared at her in shock, not believing her ridiculous words. "I was with you for two years. Two whole years. That's the longest I'd ever stayed with anyone after my parents. Why would you not want to fight your battles with me?"

She shook her head. "Because you're a kid, Lex. Bloody 14 years old. You're the sweetest, most loving kid I know and I didn't want you around my issues. I wasn't thinking of saving you from your own battles, instead I was thinking of keeping you away from mine."

Her words were starting to get to me, her voice so familiar and comforting. I slid to my knees as the tears continued falling, a gut-wrenching sob wracking from my body. "Th-that's not fair, Leah."

She was quick to be by my side, and soon I felt the comfort of her arms snake around my waist and cup my head. "I know love, I know. It was stupid of me and I should've talked to you. I'm so, so, sorry."

I let out another cry, this time much softer. "I-I thought of you everyday. I never understood why you would want to send me back. I thought.. I thought you'd just given up on me.

Leah sniffled, taking a second to gather herself before speaking. "I-I made a mistake, Lex. The worst mistake I could ever make. After you ran off, I realized how horrible the system is and hated myself everyday for even thinking of putting you back in that place. I.. I could never even tell the girls I'm so ashamed."

By now, Leah was brushing my hair back with her fingers, letting me rest my head on her shoulder.

"But I'd never give up on you." She whispered, kissing my head gently.

The motion was so strong it made my heart flutter.

"Lex?" She spoke after a minute of the now comforting silence.

"Hm?" I hummed, exhaustion from my experience haunting me.

"Can I be your mum again? A real one this time?"

And for the first time in seven months, I felt a true smile tug at my lips.

"I'd love that."

#arsenal #leah williamson #lionesses #football #soccer #betrayal #foster system #katie mccabe #woso soccer #woso fanfics #woso imagine #soccer imagine #football imagine #woso x reader

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devinescribe · 26 days ago

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These are so cute!! Can we please get some more luke ones? No pressure <3

The Type of Guy To…

[Luke Castellan]

Luke Castellan headcanons :) because I got an ask to make more Luke things um I hope this is what you meant 😭😭 if it’s not let me know and I’ll make something new ! Thanks for being my first asks I’m actually so honored ‼️

- Put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans/pants, skirts that have back pockets. He does this instead of holding your hand when it's hot

- If you wear hair ribbons, he wants one the same color. Not to tie in his hair, no! To tie on his wrist because... matching.

- On that note, since camp dresscode(??? Everyone wears the same shirt) you're always matching clothes. So he probably asks if one of your beads on your camp necklace can match with his.

- Definitely sneaks you into his cabin after hours.

- Touch starved and makes it your problem. Like I'm talking draped himself over you mid conversation, sweaty from training and just flops over you. Has to be touching you at all times.

- He's the kind that gets back from a quest and is greeted by Chiron asking for how it went, casualties and whatnot. Ignores that. Goes straight to you. The conversation goes as follows:

"Luke. Welcome back, how-"

"I'm going to be so honest I don't care about this conversation right now, but I will care after I see Y/N."

It's gotten to the point where everyone knows, doesn't ask, just point in the direction of where you are, and assumes he'll be back in an hour after he's done talking to you

- Luke is the kind of guy that doesn't hide things from you. At all. You were the first person he told about his secret and his first recruit

- he always makes time to spend with you even with all his duties in camp.

- He's cried to you about his problems, knowing you wouldn't judge him. Because he doesn't date anyone he can't trust

- Matter of fact, Luke Castellan has never dated anyone before you, period.

- Luke Castellan is the type of guy who looks confident and like he totally knows what he's doing, but behind closed doors, the first time you two kissed it was awkward and inexperienced.

- What he lacks in experience he makes up for with his enthusiasm

- He can only sleep if you're with him. He has less nightmares when you sleep with him. He doesn't know if it's a trick his mind plays on him or because you're secretly a witch. Whatever it is, he definitely does not care.

- Clingy.

- He's jealous, but not in an obsessive way. He trusts you. He doesn't trust them. And if anyone flirts with you, they better watch out at sword fighting practice. And you know that later, in private, he'll ask if you really want to be with him, and if he really deserves someone as perfect as you.

- Going with the hand in pocket thing, sometimes he does it just to grab your ass.

"...Castellan."

That's his first warning that he's in trouble.

"...yes?"

"Either your hand is in mine or still in my pocket but stop grabbing my ass in front of everyone."

"Yes ma'am."

- confessed on accident in front of everyone at a campfire when some older (at the time) campers asked if he could kiss the prettiest girl in camp, who would he assume they were talking about? He answered with your name like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He later tells you hit for real this time.

- If you had been in the running away to camp crew, he kind of got used to sharing a sleeping bag with you for warmth. So he still needs to be pressed up against you, the blankets cocooned around you both. Even though it’s summer at Camp, and he’s a human furnace.

- Every time he made an offering (before he decided nah. Fuck the gods) he would always say something to his dad and then to Lady Aphrodite. He would beg to get to keep you because he had never liked anyone like he loved you.

- “she’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen…”

You are actively yelling and cussing out Ares campers for messing up your archery drill.

- He’ll never say it, but he finds it attractive when you take the lead on things. You’re a camp counselor for your own cabin, you’re in charge of archery and a few other things and he loves his concentrated you look. How you hate people being stupid.

- He’s a tired oldest brother… everyone needs him for every thing. To tuck them in, to banish monsters from under the bed, to threaten the closet monster, to braid hair. He’s just so exhausted. Not just physically, but mentally. After a long day of helping everyone, you’re the only one who takes over for a bit or who comforts him. And he loves you endlessly for that.

-he says I love you like two weeks in. Because he does. Doesn’t get why you’re blushing 😔

-Very protective. Because you’re all he has. Besides Annabeth, you are everything to him. Because he knows that Annabeth won’t join him. He knows how mad she’ll be… after he leaves the camp, he gets worse. Because he doesn’t want to be alone.

#×reader #fluff #mwuah #luke castellan #headcanons #Luke Castellan headcanons #luke castellan x reader #pjo #pjo series #yippee!!#first ask

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sophiethewitch1 · 1 year ago

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congrats on the milestone sophie! i'm so excited to read what you have to share with us! For your 1k celbration, if it's not too much, I'd like to ask for ABXS for Jason and Dick uwu And if ur feeling particularly sharing I'd also love an L from all of them owo

Strei!!! Thank you for the kind words, here's what you asked for. I even did the L's as well for my dearest most beloved mutual <3

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, gen yandere behaviour, murder, stalking, worshipping/weirdly religious undertones for Dick, um pet play sort of?? Jason would bark if you asked him to is all I'm saying.

A = Affection (Is Their Love All-consuming, Expressed Through Possessive Gestures and Overwhelming Intensity With No Bounds?):

Jason: Spreading my Jason Todd Loyal Dog Agenda here but he’s so unbelievably loyal. Way, way too loyal. It doesn’t matter if he personally agrees with whatever your decisions are, he’s listening like the loyal hound he is. Will push and prod at you, but at the end of the day, he’s devoted. While he’d always prefer to be as close to you as possible, he’s willing to stay away if that’s what you really want. Simple guy, aware of himself, and mostly in control of his more fervent tendencies. He refuses to lose control of you, to take too much, so he doesn’t take any. Just giving, giving, giving. He only hopes you’ll take him.

Dick: Dick is probably one of the most clingy yanderes out there. While others might stalk you, or protect you from afar, that’s not Dick’s methodology. He wants to be with you all the time, and make you happy all the time, and he spends his afternoons daydreaming about sitting between your thighs for hours at a time. All the time, if it was possible. While he’s trying not to overwhelm you, he’ll stay as calm and charming as possible. But eventually, he’s going to have to start confessing his love to you because he feels like he’ll explode with it. Along with acts of service, physical affection, and verbal affection, he also really likes buying you things. He’s an all-rounder. Still, he prefers buying you experiences rather than items, like holidays or trips to the fair. He decides against buying you a private island to visit for the summer, but only after staring at the property page online for three hours straight. Like I said, he really is trying!

B = Blood (How Messy Are They Willing to Get in Pursuit of Their Darling? Would They Embrace Chaos and Revel in the Crimson Tableau Painted by Their Actions?):

Dick: I’ve mentioned before that he’s pretty hesitant to kill. He’s gotten over his wild younger years, and is now more mature and in control of emotions. Now, all of that is one huge lie he tells himself that only lasts as long nobody ever tries to hurt you. Dick wears his heart on his sleeve, and then it gets even worse when you come around because his heart is just walking around outside his chest, with no aknowledgement for the dangers of the world. He does try, he really does, but when he snaps, he snaps hard. He’s not too bad of a sadist (also a lie) but when he easily catches whoever has been bothering you, he… well, he might play with them. Just a little bit. He doesn’t kill, he’s very careful of that, but honestly if I was that poor soul, I’d rather be dead. And then the next day, he goes back to being the cheerful sweetheart we all know and love!

Jason: I’ve also mentioned that Jason, unlike Dick, is very, very eager to get bloody. In canon, he enjoys punishing sinners and whatnot, and when he’s fallen for you, uh… So, basically, Jason would rather die than admit it, but he thinks of himself as your protector, your knight in shining leather armour. And along with that previously mentioned possessiveness, he totally lets it get out of hand. He’s aware you probably don’t want him slaughtering everyone who has ever harmed a single hair on your head, but unless you specifically tell him not to, he’s not going to stop. But if you do, he will. He’s loyal, he’s fervent in that loyalty. He wants to destroy anything that could ever hurt you. But he’d never go against your ruling, your will. He might complain about it, though. Loudly, very loudly. However, if you do want everyone who has ever annoyed you dead, he’s totally up for it no questions asked. Would probably consider it a date night of sorts.

S = Stigma (Can the Roots of Their Obsession Be Traced to a Dark Past, a Blend of Childhood Trauma, Twisted Curiosity, and a Skewed Perception of Love?):

Dick: Oh boy, this guy… He’s the poster child for childhood trauma affecting your perception of love. When his parents were murdered, he latched onto Bruce. And when Bruce kicked him out, he latched onto Bludhaven. And now when even Bludhaven can’t bring him any semblance of comfort, of home, you’re fucking heaven-sent. He latches onto you like a benign growth, and god help anyone who tries to tear the two of you apart.

Jason: Oh boy times two. Not the best childhood, raised on the streets. Taken in by Bruce, things are looking better and then- Well, we all know what happens then. After the trauma of literally digging himself out of his own grave, he feels a bit… disconnected from the world? He feels like a ghost, like he’s still dead, like his death never even mattered and the world kept going after he’d been gone. And that’d fuck up anybody, but someone personally trained by the Batman? Woof. We see in Under The Red Hood that Jason really does think vengeance is proof of love, at least in his case. To him, love is bloody and ruthless. It’s cannibalistic. A give and take. But since he doesn’t want to take from you, he’ll just give himself over wholly.

X = Xoanon (Does Their Reverence for Their Darling Border on Worship, Reaching Extreme Lengths to Prove Their Devotion and Ensure Unwavering Loyalty?):

Dick: He sees you like the sun. Powerful, brilliant, beautiful. And you’ll probably burn him to cinders as he loves you, but he doesn’t care. He probably enjoys the idea a little. Wouldn’t it be nice, to die in your arms? To close his eyes and disappear into you, where he’d never be apart from you again? He realises that sort of thinking is a bit creepy, but it’s one of the few things he simply can’t fight against. Not even the littlest bit. He’s self-aware to know he’s putting you on a pedestal, that you’re not some god or something, you’re just like him. Human. Maybe that makes him worship you even more. He can’t tell, it’s too blurry these days. He just knows you’re important, more so than he is. More so than anything is, really. Also, gotta mention body worship kink. Like, he’s really way too into it honestly. He’ll service you for however long you can last, and then place a hundred kisses against your exhausted body telling you how good you did, how perfect you are. When you look at him after a session like that, you can always see something a little too intense, too crazed to be called love. He knows he’s trying to hide it. He’ll do better next time, okay?

Jason: You’re his master. The hand around the leash. He’s angry at the world, so fucking angry. He wants to destroy it all. Assuming here, you probably don’t want the entire world blown to smithereens, so you’re his… conscience. Whatever you say goes. If you say Joker dies today, then he dies. If you say he can never kill another soul, then he won’t. He’s sassy about all of it, but it’s painfully obvious to literally everyone that he will follow every single order you give. And of course, he wants it that way. Maybe he really should get a collar for himself. He thinks it’d be cute, with your name on it in brilliant gold letters. He certainly thinks that the reaction his goons would give would be worth the effort, never mind your own reaction. Call him your good boy and you will get railed so hard you break the bed, lmfao

L = Love Letters (Is Courting an Intricate Dance Marked by Obsessive Letters and Gestures That Blur the Line Between Devotion and Insanity?):

Dick: I can’t see Dick ever actually sending you the letters he writes, but my god, he writes them. At first, it’s just little doodles in the corners of his very important paperwork, and then he’s scribbling on sticky notes, and eventually, he just gives in and buys a fucking notebook. They’re long winded and silly and he’d absolutely rather die than share them with you. But they make it just the slightest bit easier to choke down his devotion to you, so it doesn’t strangle him right then and there. He almost finds it as addicting as you are, almost being the keyword here. It’s genuinely pretty embarrassing, from an outsider’s standpoint. It’s like what a middle schooler would write in their diary, just lots of your name and hearts and very ridiculous poetry. He’d be good at it if it wasn’t about you, okay?

Jason: Jason, in direct contrast to Dick, writes very good poetry. Especially when it’s about you. It’s the sort of stuff they’ll put in museums, that future historians will write about. Of course they won’t know half of his more demented metaphors are just… straight up things he’s done for you. It’s flowing and beautiful and it’d make you tear up if you ever read it. You probably won’t just because Jason doesn’t really care if you read it, so he won’t share it with you on purpose. However if you find him one day in the library, and you ask to see whatever it is he’s made, you’ll be so very, very lucky. And Jason will turn tomato red, so that’s another plus.

Tim: Everybody knows that when Tim starts a list again, his mental health is on the decline. The list about you is concerningly long. And I’m really not saying that lightly, for Mr ‘I stalk literally everyone at least a little bit’. It’s something at four hundred thousand words by now, he’s not sure exactly. The little note app on his phone has had to suffer through hundreds or even thousands of hours of Tim writing down the most minute details of you and your life. How do you like to sit best? Is your posture okay, or should he worry about it? When you’re hungry, what food do you go for first? What about when you’re sick? If he’s ever around, tapping away on his phone, and you think he’s not paying you any attention, you’d be very, very wrong. Would probably share it with you just to laugh at your horrified face.

Damian: Damian was raised to perfect every form of art, from martial to dance, to even the more traditional ones. He’s always had a fondness for painting, and you’re most certainly his muse. Instead of letters, he paints you. For every memory he has of you, he has at least a sketch. He doesn’t care for almost all of them, as he doesn’t think they capture your beauty properly, so he doesn’t really care what happens with said drawings. Your first meeting has been drawn at least twenty times, and your sleeping face probably double that. Yes, he does draw you in more passionate poses as well. Your face all fucked out, drool leaking from your lips, is a personal favourite of his. He’ll probably share those ones with you, enjoying seeing you squirm. Asking if you want to help him find some extra inspiration because he’s all irritatingly smooth like that. Will laugh if you crush the lewd drawing up, agreeing it doesn’t do you justice. He’ll just have to try again.

#Event:1kCelebration #yandere batfam #batfam x reader #yandere dc #yandere batfamily #yandere x reader #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader #the way i want to write a full fic where reader finds dicks journal and he has a full blown meltdown about it #hes just so cute idk #i wrote all this in like 2 hours so im going to go pass out now thx <3

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piplupfluffwritingstuff2 · 2 months ago

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Anniversary Adversities

This is a special snippet for my friend @creweemmaeec11! I hope you have an awesome and happy birthday!!

I made this using my Storymatic cards!

Hero tossed and turned in the tiny bed, unable to get comfortable in the trailer. Villain was an outdoorsy type, so for their anniversary Hero just had to open their big mouth and suggest they go camping . Of course, Villain agreed with such enthusiasm that Hero couldn’t possibly take it back, even when they remembered how much they hated camping.

To Hero, camping was like paying a parking fee to live like a homeless person. There was no access to hot showers, you had to hike to the nearest bathroom- which was rarely maintained so the toilet paper was always empty and you were lucky if they had soap- and there were bugs. So many bugs. To the city, Hero was pretty fearless, but that was only because they had never faced a bug-powered villain. Oh, and don’t forget the campfire, that was a real problem. Aside from the fact that smoke would blow in their face no matter where they sat, Hero’s cryogenic makeup made them especially sensitive to high heat. Hero almost passed out twice when it was time to roast marshmallows.

Hero kept these complaints to themselves, of course. But this was the third night in the mountains, and Hero still hadn’t slept a wink. The wind whipped outside while every little noise made them jump. Raccoons, Villain had assured them. Bears, Hero’s brain argued.

…

An eternity of a night later, Hero’s face matched the supposed raccoons’, dark circles and all. The sun was barely up before Villain was pulling them out of bed to sit by the fire. Villain was going on and on about the day’s itinerary.

“And after the hike to the falls, we can go birdwatching, and then maybe some rock-hopping… Hero? Are you okay?”

Hero was nodding off in their thin folding chair. They woke with a start, looking at Villain and forcing a smile.

“Of course!” Hero said, “go on. Bird-hopping and rock-watching and a falls to the hike.”

Villain’s brows furrowed in concern. Hero stared, their smile not reaching their eyes. Were they on to them? They hadn’t said anything weird, had they?

“You didn’t sleep last night, did you?” Villain asked.

“Of course I-”

Villain’s brow quirked. Lie to me, I dare you, it said.

“…didn’t,” Hero sighed, “no, um, I haven’t really slept for the past few days.”

“Few days!? Hero- you should’ve said something!”

“There wasn’t anything to do about it,” Hero argued, “it’s not like you could magically make me sleep…”

Villain chuckled sadly, shaking their head, as if sharing a joke with themselves that Hero wasn’t privy to. Hero could feel Villain raking their gaze up and down their form, inspecting them and making calculations like they always did.

“You’ve been miserable, haven’t you?” They realized.

“No!” Hero said quickly, “of course not! I’m with you! This is so… fun! And… natural!”

“Oh, Hero… I wish you’d’ve told me…”

Villain got up from their spot by the fire. The leaves crunched under their shoes as they approached their lover. They crouched down to be eye-level with them. Villain took their hands and started rubbing them, while Hero stared into their eyes with a dead-tired look.

“I’m sorry,” Hero said as they failed to stifle a yawn, “but you were so happy to go camping and I love you and it’s our anniversary and it shouldn’t be just what I want to do and-”

“Hero. It shouldn’t be just what I want to do, either. We could’ve gone to that water park, or that huge bookstore in Other City. Heck, we could’ve gone to Bora Bora if we wanted to!”

Hero giggled a little despite themselves.

“Bora Bora? How?”

“Come now, my love, I’m a Villain. It wouldn’t be hard to buy first-class tickets. I could probably even get you a private jet if I wanted to.”

“Are you mad at me?” Hero asked.

“If I was, I’m over it now. I could never stay upset with you, you know that.”

Villain stood, pulling Hero up with them.

“I’ll get everything packed up and we’ll go home. The week isn’t over. We can still do something we’d both enjoy.”

“I just wanna sleep in my own bed…”

“I’ll get you back to your bed,” Villain smiled, rubbing their back, “I can have you sleep on the way home, if you’d like.”

Villain held a hand to Hero’s temple, and Hero’s body felt inexplicably relaxed and heavy. Their eyelids began to flutter.

“You never told me you were a telepath…” they mumbled.

“I can’t read minds, but I can influence them,” Villain said, lifting Hero into their arms and carrying them to the car, “just rest. We’ll get you home and then we’ll start anniversary 2.0.”

“Bora Bora?”

“Bora Bora,” Villain nodded with a smirk.

Hero drifted off just as Villain buckled their seatbelt for them. When they awoke next, it would be to a hot shower and freshly washed bedsheets. In the meantime, Villain made sure their dreams were pleasant and sweet.

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ushkoo · 5 months ago

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can i ask for how they all would respond, to be asked for a hug :O

loved your baking headcanons :D

TF2 MERCS BEING ASKED FOR A HUG! 🩵❤️

Scout:

Scouts okay with giving out hugs! If you asked him for one he would probably be confused but just smile and do it. He definitely hugs pretty tightly, especially if you’re close with him! He does tend to keep them quick though. When around others, he’s definitely more of a side hugger, he doesn’t wanna look soft in front of the other mercs. However if he’s dating someone, he loves hugging them from behind, even if they’re taller than him! I’d imagine him to be a pretty cuddly guy when he’s comfortable enough around you.

Soldier:

Soldier probably wouldn’t want to hug anyone unless there was a good reason, but he keeps it simple. He wouldn’t go all the way, just using one arm, quick squeeze and it’s over. If you asked him for a hug, he’d probably question you for a bit before eventually shrugging and giving you a quick one. He tends to avoid hugging people unless they’re really upset. If you were dating him, it would take him a while to stop being awkward about it but he would eventually get more comfortable with hugging you!

Pyro:

Pyro LOVES giving and receiving hugs! If you asked them, they’d hug you without even asking why. They definitely hug tightly, if you’re shorter than them they might even lift you up a bit! If you were dating them, they’d hug a lot more, but in a more casual way. They’d like hugging you from behind and watching whatever you’re doing. They’re just full of love and they’re more than happy to share it!

Demo:

If you asked Demo for a hug, he’d probably ask why first. Not that he’s suspicious, just genuinely wondering if you’re okay. Either way, he’d give you a hug! Probably just a tight side hug, but it’s still a hug! If you were actually upset and seeking comfort, he’d go in for a proper hug though. If you were dating him, he’d probably be the same as before. He wouldn’t mind cuddling though, he definitely likes casually cuddling whilst listening to the radio or watching a movie, drunk or not.

Heavy:

Heavy would be suspicious at first, nobody he knows just asks for a hug. After some questioning though, he’d just give you a hug. He’d keep it short and probably lift you up a bit in the process, but he’d pat your head afterwards and continue with his day. He’s never been great with hugs that aren’t from family members. If you were dating, he’d definitely make more of an effort to hug you more often.

Engineer:

Engie tries to reserve his hugs for people who genuinely need a hug, yk? So he’ll only hug you if you look sad or if something is bothering you. Any other occasion and it’s a straight “no”. When he does hug, he’ll hug you for however long you need. Despite how cold he can be, he’s actually very good at comforting others. When dating someone, he still won’t properly hug you often, but he will give quick, small hugs whenever he sees you!

Medic:

Medic HATES hugging people. I’m sorry. I would love to be hugged by this man but he just wouldn’t. You would ask for a hug and he would hit you with the “um.. no ☺️” and continue with whatever he’s doing. He’s very selective about who he hugs, the only person he’s truly willing to hug (in private) is Heavy. I’m sorry, I want him too, but the most he would do it a patronising pat on the head.

Sniper:

Sniper might look at you in confusion if you asked him for a hug but he would reluctantly do it then ask you why. He would hug with a normal amount of strength, not to loose and not too tight. He would probably make it quick, he doesn’t have time for hugging! If you were dating him, he’d prefer different displays of affection, like hand holding or just wrapping an arm around you. He’s never been much of a hugger.

Spy:

Spy saves his hugs for the ladies. Anyone else gets a very patronising pat on the back and a backhanded compliment. Especially Scout. If you’re a woman, he hugs pretty gently, like you’re made of glass. If you somehow manage to start dating him, he’ll hug you more often but ONLY in private, he doesn’t want the other mercs to take the piss.

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aaa this kinda turned into hugging/dating headcanons but I hope you like! ^^ and tysm im glad you liked the baking headcanons! :,3

Feel free to request more stuff •w•

#tf2 headcanons #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #send help #team fortress two

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crowsoundsonly · 2 years ago

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dr. barnes

pair: fbi instructor!professor!bucky barnes x fem!student!reader

word count: ~6.5k

summary: you ask for some advice from your reclusive and very attractive professor.

warnings: teacher student relationship so slight age gap but i had pictured it being less than 10 years, super soft bucky, smut at the end (~1.3k), fingering (f rec) but not super descriptive, crime scene descriptions, descriptions of blood, some christian/religious references at the crime scenes, (let me know if i missed any !!)

a/n: this one held me hostage for weeks. i literally could not stop thinking about it. do i have uni exams this week? yes. but did i spend my time writing this? also yes. i hope you guys like it !!

“Explain the killer. What does he do? What motivates him? How would you catch him? A thousand words printed by the next class. Have a good weekend,” your professor, Dr. Barnes, announces with a nod, cueing the shuffling of laptops and bags belonging to FBI trainees eager to get home on a Friday afternoon.

You load up your things, your mind still thinking about the brutal crime scene photos shown on the slides of the lecture today that made your stomach turn over. While you know you have chosen to be at the FBI, you can’t help but wonder sometimes what you are doing there. Your degree in psychology and doctorate in criminology has led you to the FBI Academy, but your mind still swirls when the most horrible acts of violence are placed in front of you. You chalk it up to you retaining your humanity and sanity, so you are not exactly upset over the fact. It just makes your job more difficult.

Dr. Barnes’ class is always the most brutal, but it is by far the most fascinating class you have. It does help that your professor is the most fascinating part, being very good looking and extremely private. He shares very little personal information, telling you only that he used to work homicide at the police department before beginning teaching. You notice that he does not talk to students often, simply giving his lectures, packing up and leaving after the sea of students flood into the hallways.

You are curious about him, about what he is like when he is not lecturing, and figuring that you have little to lose, you decide to come back after your classes to ask for some help.

…

“Dr. Barnes?” you call out as you step into the lecture hall that is still lit, leaving you to believe that someone is there. You take a few more steps and find your professor sitting at his desk, photos piled around, staring intently at the laptop in front of him. He makes no movement to acknowledge you, his focus completely locked onto his work.

You walk all the way up to his desk, repeating his name which does little to deter him. You reach a hand out and give his shoulder a slight squeeze, causing him to jump in his seat and look up at you, eyes wide.

“Sorry, Dr. Barnes. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

At your words, he scans your face, recognition dawning on his features.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he says quietly, his eyes focusing on the books you are holding in your hands.

“It’s okay, Dr. Barnes,” you assure him.

“Is there something I can do for you?” he trails off a bit at the end of his question, asking for your name in its absence.

You fill in your name and explain, “I just have a question. I’m writing a paper for another class and was hoping that you could give me some insight on the topic. I’m really just looking for another perspective.”

“Of course,” he says as he leans back in his chair. There is not another chair, so you take to sitting on the edge of his desk.

“The paper is about female serial killers, and I was wondering what you think the most common traits and motives are. We have discussed some examples in class, but I wanted to ask what your experience has been.”

He thinks for a moment, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes. “They usually work in health care professions. They’ll, um, they will be married or have been married before. They usually kill to improve their situation, so they’ll target people they know, usually men. But not all women,” he stops and looks up at you before continuing to explain a case he had while working homicide where they investigated a series of killings that followed the signs of a male killer but ended up being a woman.

Dr. Barnes runs a hand through his hair when he finishes, leaning back in his chair. You can’t help but notice how good he looks in this position and at this angle. His dark hair tousled and glasses twirling between his thumbs, you think about how it would feel to reach out and feel his hair between your fingers. You school yourself, your face becoming hot at the idea. He is your professor, and you would do well to remember that.

You continue the conversation, asking him questions and prodding for more insight. When you figure you have taken up enough of his time, you bow your head a bit and begin getting up from your place on the desk.

“Thank you for your help, Dr. Barnes. I really appreciate you taking the time.”

He nods in acknowledgment, a small smile adorning his lips which you watch perhaps a little too intently as he says. “It was nothing. I’m glad I could help.”

You begin walking toward the door of the lecture hall but are stopped by your name being called out.

“Would you actually mind taking a look at these pictures? I’d like to know what you see.”

You turn back around. The look on his face is one of curiosity. You wonder why he would want to ask you, and part of you wants to believe that it is because he wants you to stay, but you know better.

“Sure,” you shrug, making your way back to his desk. “I’m not sure I’ll be of much help, though”

“Just take a look. It’s not a test, if that’s what you’re worried about,” your professor says, standing up to hand you the crime scene photos.

They are gruesome, but you don’t know what else you could have expected with Dr. Barnes. You examine them all the while trying to ignore the way he leans over your shoulder as you fail to concentrate. You are so close that if you took a single step back, you would be flush to him.

Pushing those thoughts away, you focus your attention on the photos, flipping through them, noticing the odd blood splatter near the baseboard that doesn’t have a body laying anywhere near it.

“What would make the killer climb on top of the counter to shoot someone, get down, and move the body?” you think out loud as you turn your head to look at Dr. Barnes. You notice how close your faces are and let out a breath at the discovery. “Dominance?” your voice is more shaky than you wanted it to sound.

“I was hoping you could tell me. My guess is they were waiting there, but it still doesn’t make sense,” he says, looking past you and to the picture you are holding. You look back down as well, grateful you did not make eye contact, the idea of the intimacy of it alarming.

“If they were standing on it, that would make sense, but the angle doesn’t really fit. It seems as if they were waiting for them to get home, and they sat, swinging their legs, completely calm and casual about shooting this person,” you pause, mulling over your words before saying, “Maybe they even knew this person. The proximity to the counter could mean that the victim was comfortable enough to approach them, and that the victim was unaware of what was going to happen.”

He hums in agreement in your ear, and a feeling of satisfaction washes over you. Turning back around, you hand the photos to your professor and take a step back.

“I think you may be right,” he says with a nod, a small smile again creeping onto his features. You make eye contact and keep it, somewhat entranced by it.

“I’m glad I was able to help,” you smile. “Thanks again, Dr. Barnes. Have a good night.”

…

You anticipate going back to classes on Monday, knowing that you have to attend Dr. Barnes’ lecture. You don’t know if anything will be different after the night you spent talking to your professor. Part of you knows that nothing should be different. While there are only a few years between you, you are still his student.

But part of you wants things to be different. The entire weekend, you could not get out of your head the image of his face so close to yours or the sight of him as he leaned back in his chair, legs casually falling open.

Dr. Barnes is not in the lecture hall when you arrive for which you are grateful. You settle into your seat and wait for the lecture to begin by fiddling with your laptop. When your professor does come in, you notice that he combed his hair today, letting it fall neatly over his forehead. The plaid shirt he wears still doesn’t match his suit, but you find it charming. He slips his glasses on and begins teaching.

The whole lecture you try valiantly to focus on the subject, but you fail rather miserably, unable to think of anything but how you stood right where he is, your back a foot away from his chest with him humming in your ear. It is going to be a long term if this is how every lecture is going to go.

You are brought back to reality when Dr. Barnes makes eye contact with you. He smiles which you quickly reciprocate, then he turns around, gesturing to the screen before anyone notices.

It is definitely going to be a long semester.

…

Weeks go on with you and Dr. Barnes smiling at each other from afar, both of you knowing that you would be playing with fire if you do anything more than smile. But the longer you go simply smiling, the more you want to do something about it.

And one day, he does something about it. On your way out of the lecture hall, Dr. Barnes stops you, calling out your name. You walk over, anticipation coiling in your stomach.

“I’ve another case I’d like your opinion on. Do you have time tonight to take a look?” he asks you quietly so as to not draw the attention of the students still exiting the room.

“Yes. Here at 7:30?”

He nods, making a flash of eye contact which you return with a smile.

…

You make your way to Dr. Barnes’ lecture hall, your stomach roiling with nerves. You have thought too much about him, fantasized a little often for you to not think about it when you talk to him. The soles of your shoes click on the tile as you walk the hallway. You take a deep breath and open the door.

Dr. Barnes is reclined behind his desk, crime scene photos in his hand as he flips through them intently. At your entrance, his head flicks up to find your figure approaching his desk.

“Hey, thanks for coming,” he says as he stands up.

“Hi, yeah. It’s – yeah it’s no problem, Dr. Barnes,” you manage to get out, tripping over your words more than you would have liked. Another deep breath to collect yourself. “What can I do to help?”

He leans against the front of his desk and reaches behind him to grab the photos he was examining before. You take a few steps closer to grab them from his outstretched hand.

“A recent set of murders. It’s odd to say the least,” he starts, watching you intently as you study the photos.

The scene is horrifying, blood smeared across the walls, not as blood spray or splatter, but in an image. A lamb. Your mind spins as you look through more of the pictures, each of them showing blood splashed on the walls. You wonder what the killer did in order to get that much blood. There is too much for it to have come from just one body.

“How many people were found dead?”

“Only one,” he answers, leaning in to help you find the image of the body heaped over the table. You can’t help but notice everywhere his body touches yours, how his breath flutters against your neck, but you cast those thoughts away to focus on the case at hand.

“There had to have been more. There’s too much blood,” you mumble as you cart through the images again, counting as you go. A beat passes as you take in the scene, contemplating before constructing ideas.

“What do you see?”

“In ancient religious practices, a lamb would be sacrificed and the blood would be sprinkled around seven times. There are seven places where the blood was thrown on the wall,” you pause to show him each one. You glance up at your professor who is looking on intently, urging you to continue. “Then you have the body placed on the table. It could be sacrificial. The lamb was supposed to be perfect. Without blemish. Maybe – maybe the killer saw this person as their perfect – their perfect lamb, as someone who would put them in favor with God. The sacrificial lamb is sacramental. Symbolic. Messianic. It’s an act of repentance. So what was the killer repenting from?”

A hum from Dr. Barnes pulls you out of your reverie and breaks your focus from the crime scene photos. You lean around his form to place the pictures back on his desk, your shoulder brushing against his arm. His eyes follow you before he brings a hand up to rub his eyes, almost like he is physically rubbing away the images.

“Do you think the killer knew the victim?” he asks quietly, bringing his hands down to meet your eyes.

“I think they could be family. Family or close friends. They were their savior,” you answer, matching his tone.

Dr. Barnes nods in agreement and in that moment, you can see that he looks like a man who is carrying the world on his shoulders. He slouches forward slightly, his hair strewn around his ears with bags under his eyes. It takes everything in you to not reach out a hand to touch his cheek, to rub a thumb across his lips as you have in your dreams.

Appalled by your own thoughts, you take a step back to give yourself space to halt that train of thought. The movement makes him stand, subconsciously trying to keep the close proximity between you. You don’t break eye contact, making the moment intimate. Intense.

“This case has been keeping me up at night,” he confesses as he brings a hand to run through his hair with a sigh, breaking eye contact. “I wonder where the other bodies are. I can’t seem to get my mind around it.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” you say in nearly a whisper. “You’re good at what you do.”

“Thank you for your help. It’s some really great insight you had.”

“It’s no problem, Dr. Barnes.”

“Bucky,” he says quickly, rushing it out like he knows he shouldn’t let it pass his lips.

“Bucky,” you repeat, trying the name out on your tongue.

You then fall into easy conversation, learning more about each other. You discover that Bucky has a PhD in criminology as well, and that he used to be a field agent but decided to leave it to become a teacher at the academy. Part of you wants to ask why, but you figure that it isn’t a conversation he wants to have while still getting to know you. He asks about your life, your family, your education. He is interested in why and how you landed at the academy. You answer him honestly, not inclined to hide away as you normally do when people ask those questions.

Bucky is surprisingly sociable. Based on his reclusiveness when it comes to students, you were not expecting to hold such easy and fun conversation. It makes you want to spend the whole night chatting, joking, exploring. But you know you should not stay.

When the conversation lulls, you glance at your watch and ask, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Bucky? I think I might head home.”

Before you can even register what is happening, he takes a singular step forward and leans in to meet his lips to yours. In shock, you stand limply, not sure how to respond. You can’t deny that you have thought about this moment for weeks, dreaming about it, imagining what it would be like to kiss him. Bucky. But you hadn’t expected it to happen tonight.

And before you have time to respond, he pulls away, opening his eyes to look at you with wide ones of his own.

“I’m sorry, I–”

You don’t acknowledge his apology, instead leaning in to kiss him again, only you are prepared for it this time. He responds immediately as his lips move slowly over yours, testing the waters. Your hands are still by your sides, but his come to settle in your hair and over your arm. His kisses are controlled and soft, not pressing for more than what you are willing to give. A sigh flutters from your nose which ghosts over his cheeks.

Breaking away for a second, you open your eyes and find his already looking at you. The both of you know that you are playing with fire. You are still his student, and he is your professor, but the feeling of his lips on yours overrules any rational thought at the moment.

You give a slight nod and he takes that as a green light to kiss you again. Bucky pulls you closer, and your hands find their way around his torso, snaking up into his hair. It is his turn to sigh at the action which causes satisfaction to roll down your back in waves that has you leaning further into the kiss, opening your mouth ever so slightly. He takes advantage and kisses you deeper. A soft moan escapes you at the feeling, followed by a shaky breath.

He pulls away, a triumphant smile playing at his mouth.

“I’m not sorry,” he whispers.

“Me neither.”

He kisses you once more, chaste and short, but it carries more meaning than any of the other kisses. It tells you that he has thought about this, too. It wasn’t a spur of the moment, impulsive decision. And it tells you that he plans on doing it again.

…

You settle into a routine with Bucky. After class on Fridays, he stops you on your way out and quietly asks you to come back to look over a case or his lectures. You always nod and come back at 7:30.

The unspoken truth of the need for secrecy looms over your blooming relationship, but you are almost spurred on by the illicitness of it all. You haven’t done anything more than kiss. You haven’t even interacted beyond the walls of the lecture hall. You both know that it is safest that way.

The more time you spend together, the more you find yourself falling in love with Bucky. His quirks make you smile. The way he perks up when you walk through the door makes your heart flutter in your chest. You have never felt so valued by anyone before. He trusts your opinions. He respects your honesty. You admire his dedication to what he does. You find his quiet nature calming.

The list of things you love about Bucky keeps you up at night as you replay scenes of kissing at his desk behind your eyes as you fall asleep. Bucky kisses you like you are ice cream on a sunny day, slow and hungry like he savors every second of your mouth on his. He never presses you for more, only going so far as to set you up on his desk, pulling your hips to his, allowing you to wrap your legs around him as you wind your fingers in his hair. He always sighs when you tug at it which gives you the opportunity to kiss at his neck, your chin always getting scratched by his stubble.

You love the routine. However, it makes it hard to concentrate during the lectures since all you can think about when you look at his desk is how good his hands felt on your hips and how his lips were pressed to yours when you were propped up on the wood yourself.

The semester continues on following your routine. If anyone suspects anything, they don’t say. You can’t imagine that someone hasn’t picked up on the soft smiles he sends your direction during lectures, and stragglers leaving class late on Fridays must hear his whispers for you to come back.

Steadily approaching the end of the term, you begin to question how long your routine will continue. You will no longer be Bucky’s student. Could you actually date? Would he want to? Is that what you want?

…

The familiar tug of nerves settles in the pit of your stomach as you walk to class with Bucky — Dr. Barnes if you were still professional, but you figure that his lips have kissed you a few too many times and in a few too many places for you to call him that. It is your last class in his lecture hall, meaning that beyond today, you are free to make a decision as to whether this is serious or not.

In your heart of hearts, you want this to keep going. You love how you feel around Bucky. While you have not said it out loud, you love him. You feel yourself aching to hear him say it, too.

When you arrive in the room, Bucky is already there, nervously flipping through crime scene photos while running his hands through his hair, creating a rather haphazard mess on his head. He looks more anxious than usual, and it takes everything in you to not to stride to his desk and ask him what’s wrong.

Instead, you brush past him, trailing a quick hand over his arm, hoping that it has a calming effect over him. His eyes flash to yours as you cast a look over your shoulder, smiling at him. He sends you a tight lipped smile back as his shoulders shrug down from their place beside his ears.

From your seat, you watch Bucky pace around a bit, obviously concerned about something. You rub your palms over your thighs when you discover them clenched in worry. You wonder if his stress has anything to do with the reason you were nervous coming to class today — the talk you know is coming tonight. You figure it does when his eyes glance over at you every few minutes before beginning the lecture.

You find yourself becoming sentimental about the semester as you look around the room, taking in the feeling for the last time. If you and Bucky do decide to continue your relationship, you can never take one of his classes again. If you don’t continue to see Bucky, you doubt you will want to take one of his classes again. You will miss his funny side comments that come out of left field. You will miss his mismatched suits and disheveled hair.

The sound of Bucky announcing the end of class breaks you out of your thoughts, and the shuffling of backpacks and feet brings you back to reality. A stream of students thank Bucky as they flow out of the classroom for the final time. You stall a minute, waiting for the throng to exit out the doors before approaching your professor.

“Hey, Bucky,” you say quietly, clutching your laptop to your chest.

“Hey.”

You watch him lean against his desk, hands pressed to the edge of the wood.

“How are you doing?” you ask the question that has been waiting to erupt since you entered the lecture hall an hour previous. “You seem nervous.”

A chuckle that comes out more as a sigh escapes him. “Yeah. I’m fine. I, uh, I just didn’t get much sleep last night. How are…how are you?”

“Wistfully contemplating the end of my time in your class,” you reply playfully, hoping that the happy tone will hide the melancholy you really feel about the idea.

This elicits a laugh from Bucky as he looks at you through his lashes — a look that always has your knees threatening to come out from under you. You take steps closer and set your laptop down on his desk, then place your hands on his shoulders, running them down his arms to settle in his hands.

“Do you want to get dinner with me tonight?” you ask, the words barely more than a whisper. You want to catch them in the air, afraid that your proposal to disrupt the routine will be rejected.

But Bucky smiles immediately, thinking for a moment before saying, “Why don’t I cook dinner?”

Your stomach flutters at the thought of watching him in the kitchen. You nod in response.

“7:30?”

“7:30,” you repeat before letting go of his hands to walk out the doors, throwing a smile over your shoulder as you go.

…

The drive to Bucky’s house is quiet but comfortable. About halfway through the trip, your hands link together, resting on your thigh. You talk lazily, asking questions about each others’ days since your morning lecture. There is something so calming about Bucky. You trust him. You love him.

Every once in a while, your eyes flick over to watch him drive, eyes intently focused on the road ahead. He can feel your gaze, so he sends a glance over to you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

“What?” he asks when you don’t shy away from his eyes.

“Nothing, Buck. I just like being with you.”

“I do, too.”

The sweetness of his simple confession does more to your confidence than you ever thought possible. You feel comfortable around Bucky. You need only be yourself when you are with him, and hearing that same sentiment from him gives you hope that he wants this to continue just as much as you do.

You squeeze his hand, at which he laughs softly, squeezing yours back, brushing his thumb over the knuckles on the back of your hand.

Gravel crunching under tires and the faint sound of dogs barking indicates that you have arrived at your destination. You open the car door and follow Bucky to the front steps of a small house on the edge of town. A large open field is situated behind his house, neighbors nonexistent. Given Bucky’s personality, you are not surprised to discover that he lives alone, away from people, away from the city.

A flash of nervousness pricks at your mind, as no one would be around if Bucky shows you that isn’t the guy you think he is. But you trust him, and you trust him enough to accept your fate if it does prove to be your downfall.

The door creaks open, and Bucky flicks on the light. Two big dogs come bounding to greet you both, circling his feet until he crouches down to give them the attention they are begging for. To see Bucky with his dogs makes your mind go fuzzy and warm, the tenderness of the scene eradicating your doubts from before.

“Charlie and Duke,” Bucky says, showing you which dog belongs to which name, rubbing each of them affectionately before standing and grabbing your hand.

“They’re adorable.”

“They’re good dogs.”

He leans in for a quick kiss, the domesticity of it causing your breath to catch in your throat. He pulls away smiling, then tugs you into the kitchen where he drags a chair out from the table for you to sit on.

“Sit,” Bucky says with mirth in his voice.

You laugh but do as you are told.

“I was thinking of making steaks. Is that okay with you?”

“Sounds great.”

You watch Bucky make his way around the kitchen, obviously having done this a lot. He looks comfortable. He catches you staring, meeting your gaze head on, an easy smile adorning his mouth before asking, “What are you smiling at?”

“You. I like seeing you here,” you say quietly.

“Not as much as I like seeing you sit at my table. I’ve thought about this a lot,” he admits with his back to you as he throws the steaks in the pan. “I like being around you. I’m more comfortable with you than anyone else. You make me feel — you make me feel normal. Most people don’t do that. They don’t — they don’t want to understand me. My old friends can only think about who I was before I quit the force. They don’t — they don’t want to like who I am now.”

The words spill out of Bucky before he can stop them, opening up to you in a way that he has not before. He has let you in here and there over the months you have been spending together in the lecture hall, but he has stayed rather private even then. Not sure what to say in response, you simply move from your place at the table to stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso, resting your cheek on his back. You can feel him relax into your touch, and it is a comfort to you both.

“Bucky, I think I am in love with you,” you whisper into his shirt. His body tenses, the sizzling of the meat in the pan filling the silence. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for him to say something. Burying your face further into him, disappointment and embarrassment creeping in your stomach, settling heavily when he doesn’t say anything. When a minute that feels like an eternity passes in silence, you mutter a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

You let go of Bucky and take a step back. He quickly takes the pan off the heat and whips around to face you, pulling you back to him, whispering your name.

“I love you,” the words are sure and confident coming from his lips. “I know I do.”

He looks at you intently, not shying away from your eyes before leaning in and kissing you softly. You get lost in his kisses, the pounding of your heart racing at a steady quick beat. Bucky backs you into the counter where he cages you with his hands as you weave one of your hands into his hair, the other running up his spine.

“Stay the night,” he mumbles between kisses.

You pull away and nod, meeting his eyes again, kissing him once without breaking the contact.

…

Settling on his couch after laughing yourselves silly over the dinner table, Bucky is close behind you with bowls of ice cream in hand. He hands you a spoon before sitting down right beside you, pulling your legs to stretch over his lap. He runs a hand absentmindedly over your shins as the two of you eat your ice cream.

“Why did you come talk to me that night?,” he asks between spoonfuls. “You didn’t really need my help. You knew everything I was telling you.”

You smile like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “I did need your help,” you assert before admitting, “but I also just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

The sound of his laugh makes your heart flutter the same way it does when he looks up at you from behind his desk.

“Hey, not all my professors are attractive recluses who deserve a starring role in my nightly fantasies.”

“Oh, so you fantasize about me,” he presses, the smirk on his face unlike any expression you have ever seen on him. He looks smug, proud, teasing. It makes heat flash to your core.

You hum but it comes out more as a squeak, your focus turning intently on the ice cream melting in your bowl.

“Do you want to know what I’ve fantasized about you?” Bucky asks lowly, grabbing the bowl from your hands, causing your eyes to lift to his. You watch him set it on the floor. Your heart begins pounding again as he moves to climb over you, settling between your open legs.

“What have you fantasized about, Bucky?” you ask quietly, voice shaky.

You take a breath when he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You open your mouth to deepen it, and he takes advantage, his tongue pressing to your upper lip. The feeling has your hips rolling and sighs falling from your throat.

He pulls away to murmur into your neck, “Every time I would sit on my couch, I thought about laying you down and kissing you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Your eyes are screwed shut as you tug at his hair, his words forming pools of heat between your hips where his own apply pressure. Your words fail you, only a whimper escaping you. His lips move along your neck, working their way back to your mouth, giving due attention to the places on the way that have you squirming beneath him. You hands tug at his shirt to slip your fingers beneath the fabric, skimming up his back, scratching lightly.

His kisses become feverish at the feeling of your nails down his back. One hand hooks your knee to pull your form even closer to his, hips slipping into place. You can feel yourself becoming wetter by the second, the slow circling of his hips against yours creating friction that has you moaning.

In one swift motion, his hands are gliding up your sides, taking your shirt with you. You lean up to help him before settling back down against the pillows. He sits on his heels to take his own shirt off which allows you to see him in the faint light casted by the lamp in the corner.

You notice a shining scar that extends from one hip to the other below his navel. Fingertips reach out to touch it, barely making contact before his own hand stills your movements.

“Is this why you quit the force?” you ask barely above a whisper.

He only nods, his feelings of vulnerability silencing him. You aren’t disgusted by it. It doesn’t change how you see him. You don’t pity him. You are simply curious. And amazed at his strength. He survived whatever left him this scar.

“Can I see it?”

Bucky takes a fluttering breath through his nose then nods again. You climb to the floor, resting on your knees between his legs. You glance up at him and see his head lolling to the side as he looks down at you, eyes hazy and soft. His eyebrows are scrunched, letting you know that he is concentrated, but the dam of secrecy surrounding Bucky is breaking with every passing second.

Tentatively, you stretch a hand forward, your fingertips grazing the scar. His stomach flexes beneath your touch.

No one has seen his scar since the doctor sewed him back up. He has a fear of pity. He knows that people won’t see him the same when they see the effects of what happened to him — of what was done to him. But he doesn’t see pity in your eyes. He sees awe and amazement.

Without warning, you press your lips to his stomach, the intimacy of it rendering his mind blank. You hear him swear quietly which urges you to keep going. You kiss all along the scar, his hips, then upwards before you climb into his lap. You find his lips again and kiss slowly, surely, passionately.

“I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, too.”

You share a few more kisses before he stands up, pulling you with him to his room. He fumbles through his dressers to find a shirt and pair of shorts for you to wear. He hands them to you, then rummages through the bathroom cabinets to find a new toothbrush for you to use.

You thank him after he says that he will meet you back at the bed. The calm and comfort of being with Bucky is undeniable. The domesticity of the night has your heart skipping beats. You quickly change and brush your teeth before making your way to his bed. Noticing books stacked on the nightstand on one side, you slip under the covers of the other, sighing contently when you settle in.

Bucky comes in a moment later with only sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He decided to not put a shirt back on, relishing in the freedom that being with you gives him. He doesn’t climb into bed immediately, but rather stands and looks at you for a moment, curled up in his sheets.

“What have you fantasized about here?” you ask teasingly, but your voice comes out thinner than you had intended.

At your words, his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He approaches the bed slowly, kneeling down beside you.

“I want to know yours,” he says, his voice husky and low. You bite your lip, your eyes widening. A shaky inhale.

Soft kisses line the inside of your knee, trailing a path up your thighs. You let out a hitched moan when he places a kiss to your clothed core, your hands winding themselves in his hair. You tug slightly, inviting him to come up to the bed with you.

When he climbs up, you lean back, your shirt riding up over your stomach. Wordlessly, you pull his hands to your body, his calloused palms caressing the exposed skin. He runs his thumbs under your breasts, causing you to arch into his touch. Bucky can’t believe that you respond to him so keenly. He barely touches you and you are curving beneath him, aching for more.

His lips find your neck, behind your ear, sucking gently. Your hands pull his hips to yours, rocking steadily into him. You suck in a breath, gathering the courage to grab one of his hands to lead it to where you want to feel him the most.

Bucky follows your lead without resistance, kissing you softly in an expression of consent. He helps you pull your shorts off, then presses two fingers to the wet patch on your panties. The pressure has your hips jutting into his touch, overwhelmed by the sensation when his fingers push the fabric to the side.

Your hips move in circles with his movements, his lips kissing you through it all. Moans slip and tumble from your mouth, leaving you hiccupping in pleasure. The cords in your stomach begin snapping when he speeds up his ministrations, your body contracting through your release.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” he whispers to you as he helps you come down from your high.

Your eyes are crimped shut, but after a moment’s respite and a few encouraging kisses from Bucky, you come back to yourself. You open your eyes to find him watching you intently. You smile lazily then breathe, “Your turn.”

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sturns-angel · 6 months ago

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even when i’m not with you - m.s.

summary: while streaming, matt plays a song that secret!alt!gf showed him. when attempting to discretely shout her out for the music, he lets something slip. w/c: 1.1k no warnings! flufffff!

a/n: first postttt! i'm giggling and kicking my feet

my laptop is open and blasting music at full volume as i fold my clothes, cursing myself for letting it pile up this much. as i empty the basket of clothes, i hear my phone ping.

m🫀

streaming in 5 minutes if you wanna watch :)

i smile down at my phone and quickly text back, letting him know i’d definitely be watching.

matt and i have been dating for almost 6 months, but no one really knows. the only people that know are his brothers (obviously) and a few of our close friends. he likes to keep his personal life private and i don’t mind. of course, if he asked me to scream it from the rooftops i would do it without hesitation.

i quickly put my folded clothes away and put the basket back in the laundry room before rushing over to my laptop to log onto twitch.

i plop down on my bed, laying on my stomach and resting my chin in my hands.

“chattt!” chris’s scream blares through, causing me to wince a bit. “we’re back and we’re ready to have a fucking blast with you guys!” nick swats his hand towards his chest, hitting him lightly.

“stop fucking screaming, my god. not even a minute into this and we’re gonna get a noise complaint.” nick says, rolling his eyes.

my eyes fall to matt who is focused on the screen that sits right beside the camera, nibbling on his bottom lip. his attention is finally shifted as music starts to play and he readjusts his headphones.

“okay, what are we doing?” matt asks, looking over to his brothers who simply shrug in response.

“fortnite?” chris suggests and nick groans. “alright, what about fall guys?” he asks. they go back and forth for a minute, both of them getting increasingly annoyed.

my eyes stay fixed on matt who is reading chat, shouting out all the gifts, and pretty much just ignoring his brothers. i can’t help but laugh a bit when he looks up at the camera and rolls his eyes at chris and nick.

“fucking pick something! c’mon.” matt exclaims, throwing his hands up dramatically. chris and nick give each other a look before chris starts chuckling, mimicking matt’s previous dramatics.

“i don’t hear any suggestions coming from you, tough guy.” nick snaps back. “let’s just play dress to impress.”

after getting roblox pulled up, the boys switch seats leaving nick front and center to play first, chris right next to him, and matt sitting at the foot of his bed behind them. i shift around in my bed, leaning on my side and pulling my phone out of my pocket to mindlessly scroll through instagram.

about 15 minutes go by of the typical chaos that the boys create when i hear a familiar song start to play. i look back to the screen and see that it’s matt’s turn. i notice a small smile on his face as the song continues.

it’s a song i showed him the other day, even when i’m not with you by pierce the veil. we like some of the same music, but this side is usually something we don’t share an interest in. knowing that he liked it enough to add to his playlist makes my heart swell.

“matt, this outfit is making me nauseous.” nick grimaces at the screen and chris laughs, nodding his head to agree with nick.

“shut up. this is perfect.” matt mumbles. the time runs out and it goes to the judging. matt’s eyes scan chat and i can see a swarm of people freaking out over the song choice.

matt chuckles to himself and reads a chat out loud that was asking for the name of the song. “this is the song, chat.” he says as he drags the spotify tab into frame.

“yeah, matt’s been on that emo shit.” chris jokes. matt simply rolls his eyes and keeps reading the chat.

“as always, don’t listen to chris guys. a - um - a really good friend of mine showed me this song.” he fumbles on his words a bit and i can’t hold back the grin that creeps up. “yeah, i really like it so shout to them. love you-“ he abruptly stops and i feel my heart drop to my stomach. his eyes widen slightly, but enough for me to notice.

i know matt cares for me and i know he likes me, but we’ve never said that before. and now he’s just said it in front of thousands of people. obviously, they don’t understand the relevance of the moment, but i do. matt does. even his brothers.

they sit in silence for a couple seconds before matt quickly reaches forward and mutes his mic.

matt’s pov

“oh, my god.” i turn away from the monitors and look at chris who is now sporting a smug grin.

“what are you doing, idiot?” nick asks, pulling his hand up to cover his mouth, eyebrows furrowed together. chris falls back on to the bed, hiding his face in his hands as he laughs.

“what a romantic story!” chris exclaims between his laughter. “‘i told my girlfriend i love her for the first time over stream.’” he mocks.

nick stands up from his seat, shuffling out of the view of the camera as he doubles over in laughter.

“it’s not fucking funny, guys!” i argue, keeping my back turned to the camera. “she’s watching the stream, she definitely heard that!” chris takes a deep breath and finally sits up, shaking his head.

“maybe not. maybe she left the room or something.” he shrugs. i roll my eyes and let out a soft groan.

of course i love her. i really do, but this definitely isn’t the way i wanted to tell her that. i didn’t necessarily have a plan for telling her, but this… this way isn’t ideal.

“matt, you’re fine. we can just finish the stream then you can stress about you professing your love for your girlfriend to the internet.” nick says calmly, reaching over the desk and turning the mic back on. i let out a soft sigh and turn back to the screen, hesitantly looking over at the chat.

thankfully, no one caught on to what i had said and were only freaking out because we were muted. nick and i switch spots and i pull out my phone, contemplating if i should send some sort of explanation text.

what if i freaked her out? what if she thinks it's too early? i might've have just scared her away-

my heart stops when i see that she's texted me first.

doll🩶

i love you too :')

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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago

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Request: video gamer Steve who is very very private & constantly has competitions with his friends/followers. But one day he does & q&a and someone asks him about his ring/necklace (or something that is noticeable) & he talks about his partner. & Eddie who is a well known musician who talks about his partner Steve. And somehow their fans put it together that Steddie are together. Then they do a really cute q&a on Steve's channel all about their relationship & its really cute

MY LOVE!!! Honestly, if Liam didn't watch so many gamers on YouTube, I would be so clueless. I never got into video games (because I'm so so bad at them you guys it is actually embarrassing) and I never really watched streamers on YouTube or anything. But I know that some of them have like a cult following and so I am picturing Steve to be one of those here. Please don't ask what games he would play because this is a choose your own adventure part of the story. - Mickala ❤️

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Everyone made fun of Steve for how much he talked with his hands. Even on camera, his hands were constantly in the frame, moving and emphasizing his passion for whatever game he was playing for that stream.

He should have realized that wearing a ring on his usually bare hands would have given him away.

It was his first livestream competition since Eddie proposed on their trip to the Maldives.

He was still a little high off of, well, everything, and he wasn’t thinking clearly.

He ignored the first question that popped up.

who got you that ring?

He shared some basic personal stuff with his fans and followers, but he kept most things private, especially his relationship.

But then questions kept coming in.

R U ENGAGED???

usually the girl wears the ring right

If you’re taken I might have to unsubscribe

The last one made him pause.

It’s not like he was an idiot, he knew that there would always be a handful of people who followed him because he was attractive. He didn’t mind, especially because some of them would message him and explain that they ended up getting into games because of him.

“Okay, wait. Sorry guys. Um. I wanna address something before we start the actual stream.” He held his hand up, looking over at the ring Eddie proposed with. “I share a lot with you guys. I came out about a year ago during a stream as bisexual, and it really shouldn’t have been much of a shock, but it caused a bit of a…thing.” He grimaced. “And I guess most of the reason that I came out then was because my boyfriend had come out as well, and it felt like something we could do together without actually doing it together. Most of you know I was just gone for a week on a much needed vacation. I was with my boyfriend, and he proposed while we were there. I said yes because he is the only person I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.”

Steve put his hand down, sighing.

“I understand if that makes some of you unfollow me, but I do hope you look at yourself and try to come to terms with why that is what makes you unfollow someone you enjoy watching. Anyways, the ring is beautiful, and it's a simpler version of one he wears every day, so it means even more.”

He felt relieved, but also a little stressed, and knew he’d be calling Eddie as soon as this was over to talk to him about everything.

“Let’s get gaming!” He gave his best smile to the camera.

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“Yeah, we had a nice week off together, alone, and I finally got to propose. I don’t think we left the bed for 24 hours after that,” Eddie laughed.

The interviewer laughed too, used to Eddie’s jokes and blunt answers.

“I’m glad you got to spend some time just the two of you. This has been a busy world tour for you and Corroded Coffin and you’re only halfway through!” The interviewer, Hannah, stated. She smiled at him when he nodded. “Anything new planned for the second half of the tour?”

“We can’t give out secrets, Hannah, you know that,” Eddie smirked. “But Gareth did say I should tell you about one thing.”

Gareth definitely had a crush on Hannah and had pouted endlessly about being scheduled for a different interview at the same time as Eddie’s interview with her.

“Oh?” she leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

She maybe had a crush on him, too.

“He actually wrote a song that’ll be on our next album. He doesn’t usually get bit with the writing bug, but someone’s inspired him,” he winked at her, smiling at her blush. “Anyway, it’s been added to the setlist for the second leg of the tour and we’re all really excited for everyone to hear it.”

Eddie felt his phone vibrating in his pocket multiple times. All the guys knew he was in an interview and couldn’t answer a call, so who the hell was calling him?

It was easy enough to ignore through Hannah’s next question, until it started again.

He reached in his pocket and checked to see who it was, eyes going wide when he saw ‘Stevie’ with a picture of them on their vacation lighting up his screen.

Steve never called twice in a row unless it was an emergency. He knew if Eddie didn’t answer, he was truly busy.

He felt his heart racing as he looked back up at Hannah, who instantly seemed to catch on to something happening.

“We’re going to a commercial break, but when we’re back, Eddie’s gonna share a few hints about the next album!” Hannah said, immediately shutting the mics off and gesturing for him to get up.

Eddie took off his headphones and stood, walking out of the room as he answered the phone.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just-”

“Hey, no, it’s not bothering me. I was just in a radio interview with Hannah so we had to cut to commercial break before I could answer. What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned that something terrible had happened.

“Fuck, I forgot that was right now. I’m sorry. Call me back when you get to the bus,” Steve seemed like he was trying to rush off the phone.

“No, Stevie, wait. What’s wrong?” his tone was firm enough to let Steve know he wasn’t going to let this drop.

“Um. I just had a livestream thing. And like, people asked about the ring, so I told them I was engaged and some people just didn’t take it that well and then I went online and some people have apparently put it together that the Steve you talk about is me because of something I mentioned about my vacation and something you posted about the vacation and so I think everyone’s gonna know and I’m sorry,” Steve was panting by the end, speaking a million miles an hour literally taking the breath from him.

“Okay, well, we knew this would probably happen eventually, my love. I’ll just call the guys and we can talk to Chrissy about it if it gets picked up by the media. No reason to panic,” Eddie tried to calm him down while watching through the window to the recording booth where Hannah seemed to be introducing a song to kill more time.

“But I ruined our plan!”

“No, love. People ruined our plan. And it’s okay, anyway. We’ll figure it out.”

“But your fans will be mad that it’s me. I’m just…me!”

“You’re not just anything and any fan of mine who says or thinks that, isn’t a fan,” Eddie sighed. “I love you, and we will figure this out. Whatever we gotta do, okay?”

Steve let out a long breath before responding.

“I love you too. Tell Hannah I said hi?”

“Of course. I love you so much, okay? ‘Til death and beyond.”

Steve let out a small laugh.

“You’re not allowed to use those lyrics in the vows. But I love you so much, too.”

“We can discuss that later. I wrote you a very metal love song that I fully intend to use some of in the vows. Okay, bye!”

He hung up before Steve could argue and walked back into the studio, mouthing an apology to Hannah, who just waved it off with a smile.

Everything would be fine.

—-------------------------------------------

“The lighting isn’t ideal, but it’ll be fine,” Steve was pacing, double checking his set up while Eddie watched.

He tried helping, but kept being told not to touch things, so he ended up just sitting on the hotel bed.

Steve had traveled halfway across the country to do this, his stress was at an all-time high, and Eddie didn’t need to get his head bitten off.

“Five minutes,” Steve said, shaking his hands nervously.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Eddie said, waving him over to the bed.

“No, you’ll distract me.”

“Yes, which is exactly what you need for a minute. Come here.”

Steve sighed, but went over to him, dropping onto the bed and resting his head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“What’s got you so worried?”

“Everything.”

Eddie sighed.

“But specifically.”

“I just don’t want you or the guys to lose fans because of me,” Steve was playing with the edges of the hole in Eddie’s jeans absentmindedly.

“Sweet boy, we lose fans because we endorse a certain amp brand over another. We’ll be fine.”

“This is bigger, though. I’m just a nobody who got lucky on YouTube playing some games,” Steve whined.

“And I loved you before that. If they don’t want me to be happy, they aren’t real fans anyway. You’re my future, not whatever woman still thinks she has a shot with my gay ass,” Eddie said.

“But it isn’t just you who suffers.”

“None of us suffer. We lose some homophobic, idiotic fans who shouldn’t ever have claimed to be fans at all. None of us want people like that around.”

Steve’s alarm went off to signal one minute before the livestream started.

He jumped up and pulled Eddie up with him.

They’d already gone over everything together, discussed it with Chrissy and the guys, even Steve’s manager, Robin, about how this would work.

Steve would pretty much act like it was any other livestream, but Eddie would be there for the first five minutes or so so they could do a quick explanation of things.

Eddie would do a phone interview with Hannah in 30 minutes while Steve was gaming, covering a bit more and answering some questions about their relationship.

Then they’d both have a night off to decompress in the hotel before Steve had to fly back home and Eddie had to head to the next tour stop.

Hopefully, the buzz would die down relatively quickly.

Steve did his normal intro, but Eddie’s hand rested on his knee out of sight, squeezing once when he heard his voice start to shake a little while introducing Eddie.

“There’s been some rumors about us, and we just wanna be completely honest about things so that the rumors stop,” Steve continued. “First of all, we’ve been together for almost four years. Way before I got anywhere with YouTube, before Corroded Coffin had even released their first album. And we were friends long before that.”

“Even though I had the biggest crush on him in high school, I didn’t admit I was in love with him until we both moved to Chicago. Wasted years,” Eddie shook his head.

“Second,” Steve smirked, looking over at him for a moment. “The week off in the middle of his tour had been planned for Jeff to go home and be with his family for his wife’s birthday and daughter’s graduation.”

“Anyone who thinks Steve threw a fit about needing a vacation and made the band take a break is just saying so out of spite that we had to move around one of the tour dates to make the week off work. It’s not up to you to come up with a narrative,” Eddie added, brow raised like he was chastising children.

“And finally, most importantly, what either of us choose to share is up to us. We do not owe anyone any explanations. Our relationship is ours. Being public figures already takes away a lot of our autonomy, and this is something neither of us will budge on. We are willing to share our happiness, but we are not willing to let everyone become a part of our life together.”

Sometimes, Steve said things in such a way that Eddie couldn’t do anything but stare at him in awe. He loved him more than anything, and sometimes the only thing he could do was kiss him.

He did so now, not exactly forgetting they were live streaming, just not really caring.

Steve tensed for a second, but then relaxed, cupping his cheek and smiling into the kiss.

Eddie pulled away and looked back at the camera.

“On that note, I’m gonna leave Steve here to his gaming. If you aren’t nice, I’ll ban you from Corroded Coffin shows for life,” he waved before standing and leaving the camera’s view.

Steve rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly as Eddie walked out of the bedroom, blowing kisses back at Steve the entire way.

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After that, Eddie made random appearances on Steve’s live streams, and Steve flew out to a handful of shows to support Eddie.

It’s not that they were hiding before, but they just hadn’t felt like they should have to try to.

Now they didn’t.

Steve even did a Q&A with the band on tour while playing games with them.

They were all pretty terrible at it, complaining most of the time about how D&D was so much easier than this. Eddie didn’t play, but he sat next to Steve and braided his hair while he kicked their asses, asking them all the questions that popped up from people watching.

When he got to one for him, he smiled and kissed the top of Steve’s head.

“This question is for me. How did you know Steve was the one?” The guys all groaned, but they were smiling. “Well, I knew he was the one back in my first senior year. I tripped on the step into the gym and Steve was the only one there. He helped me up and smiled at me, and I was a goner.”

“He’s lying to you all,” Steve said without looking away from the game. “He knew when I made him homemade banana bread. His exact words were, ‘I’m gonna marry you so hard someday, Harrington.’ and then six months later he proposed.”

“Both can be true,” Eddie pouted.

Steve paused the game and turned to him, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Every moment I have with you proves you’re the one for me,” he said before turning back to the game and leaving Eddie silently shocked.

“This is the last time we come on this thing, Steve,” Gareth said.

“Yeah. You broke him,” Jeff agreed.

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rom-e-o · 5 months ago

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I was wondering if you are comfortable writing an asexual Rook/Emmerich?

maybe the others are teasing them about their relationship with dirty humor and eventually Rook has enough and leaves?

if this is something you won't write, you can delete the message

Hello, friend!

Apologies for the delay! I swear I wasn’t ignoring your ask, but I wanted to tend to it properly and give this prompt the attention I thought it deserved.

I hope this still finds you well. <3 Thank you for the request, anon! I had some fun with this, so I hope you enjoy~

Perfect

(Emmrich/GN!Rook)

Harding was a good friend. A very, very good friend. When it came to reliability and loyalty, she was sterling in both departments. The thought had dawned on Rook more than once that without her, they would have mostly definitely died at the temple while disrupting Solas’ ritual. She’d thrown herself right into the fray to rescue them, danger be damned.

Even before that fateful encounter, they’d been longtime allies in the search for Solas, and she’d continued to remain faithfully at Rook’s side even as the stakes had continued to rise.

Rook appreciated the scout for her charming personality and impressive prowess on the battlefield.

… That being said, there was … something that got under their skin. Sometimes it came in the form of a small prick, like a needle.

Other times, it hit as devastatingly as an arrow.

“So, Rook … you and Emmrich are…?”

With a sigh, Rook cast their glance from the bookshelf they’d been keenly examining and gave a waning smile.

“Harding, we’ve been over this,” Rook said, their tone carefully measured.

“Yeah, I know, I know!” she said, her words insistent while her tone stayed playful, “You said you wanted to keep things private.”

“That continues to be my preference.”

“Yes, right. That is perfectly fine.”

“Good. Thank you. I appreciate your understanding.”

“…Okay, but…can I just ask you something? From one friend to another?”

Rook pivoted to Harding curiously, trying to feign politeness even as the question grated the edges of their nerves. “Of course.”

“Really?”

“You may ask me a question, but I may not answer it. If that’s alright.”

“Oh. Well, that kind of defeats the point.”

“Harding.”

“Listen, Emmrich is older than you—”

“Nooo. Surely you jest.”

“—I was going to say, he’s … have you ever been with anyone older, Rook? Like, older-older?”

Rook swiftly slid the book back into its place on the shelf. “How old do you think I am, Harding? I’m not a child. Not even close, actually.”

“I know that!” She huffed, but in her usual determination, cleaved a path forward. “Hear me out. I just wanted to make sure you’d thought about this. Carefully. It’s hard to swim out of the deep end once you’ve already started drowning.”

“What about Emmrich would drown me, exactly?”

After flicking her eyes around the Lighthouse’s library to make sure they were alone, the dwarf close the distance between them with a few wooden footsteps. Then, in a conspiratorial whisper, she said, “I just want to make sure he’s not too much for you.”

Rook chortled. “Too much? In what way?”

“…Rook. You know in what way.”

Right. Emmrich had mentioned that vaguely on their previous dinner date. While he’d disclosed precious few details about his previous relationships, Rook was aware that he had been a mutual participant in more than his fair share of courtships. By extension, they could only fill in the blanks and imagine that a man with a dance card as packed as his had his fair share of experience in the bedroom.

Experience that Rook hadn’t had, and had no interest in experiencing.

“Have you at least talked it over?” Harding inquired. “Because that might be a conversation worth having before things get too serious, don’t you think?”

The two were so caught up in their conversation that they failed to notice a presence enter into the Lighthouse library, then still on the sidelines as their banter continued.

“You’re right,” Rook continued carefully, “We … um, well … we did talk. A little bit. He knows that he’s my first um … anything. I trust he can fill in the blanks. Even after I told him, he was still interested. We’ll just move slowly.”

“…”

“…What?”

“Rook, it’s obvious that even talking about this makes you uncomfortable,” Harding said sympathetically.

She was right, Rook thought. It did.

“Remember when Davrin made that joke about ‘hand-to-bone’ combat? I swear you flinched.”

Rook did recall and remembered their reaction keenly. It was the first moment they realized that, while perhaps they and Emmrich were on the same page regarding intimacy, the others at the Lighthouse perceived their interactions differently. There were comments and innuendos about sexual encounters and concepts that neither of them had put forward. Their friends were thinking about them being together.

Enough to joke about it.

Enough for it to become small talk.

That notion hadn’t annoyed Rook – it had terrified them. The sudden weight of the expectation to perform sexually, like some kind of peacock, when they were already trying to stay afloat with saving Thedas for blighted gods, was heavy. The last thing they wanted while trying to focus on saving the world was coping with lingering doubt about their competence in bed – as if that was anyone else’s business, anyway!

Davrin was one of Rook’s best friends, so they knew the Warden hadn’t met any harm. It was just gentle banter. Completely routine, actually. They’d heard far worse in seedy Minrathous bars and alleyways.

The comment wasn’t the issue.

“Rook, you’re under a lot of stress,” Harding said. “I know Emmrich is a good man who would never pressure you. I just … worry. I know how it feels to withhold your thoughts to avoid confrontation. Not that I think you would do that, of course! I just … ugh. I want to look out for you, but I’m probably coming off as some controlling ass, huh?”

Rook smiled gently. “On the contrary, you’re making a lot of sense.”

“See, I’m sorry for—oh! Wait. Really?”

“You’re not worried about Emmrich pressuring me,” they said, plucking another book from the shelves. A romance novel. It fell open in their hands, and their eyes scanned it lazily. “You’re worried about me pressuring myself.”

“Yes!”

The sound echoed loudly through the open space, reverberating like the knell of a chantry bell through the hollow space. Both cringed at the strident noise, but once it quelled and was replaced with the rumble of the magically-suspended debris overhead, they shared a laugh.

“I appreciate you looking out for me and Emmrich, Lace,” Rook said sincerely. “Thank you.”

The dwarf shifted from one foot to another, wooden clogs tapping the tiles with each humble sway. “Aw, shucks. Well, you’re welcome. I’m sorry I didn’t articulate that better at the start. I’m not great at … things like that. But I appreciate you too, Rook. For everything. I just want you to be okay.”

“I will be. Emmrich will be, too.”

“What will I be, now?”

The two friends snapped their heads in the direction of a new voice entering the conversation. The source of the voice was Emmrich, who had sauntered in, his staff in-hand as he walked. His hazel eyes fell on Rook, whom he regarded with besotted warmth.

“Hello, darling,” he drawled, pausing briefly at Rook’s side to greet them with a gentlemanly bow. One look from him was enough to make Rook practically swoon.

“H-Hello, Emmrich.” They blushed slightly at the way his voice deepened distinctly for them. The way he annunciated the ‘k’ sound at the end of their affectionate nickname never failed to produce a small shiver of delight.

Then, to Lace, he flashed a more casual smile befitting the greeting a friend. “Ah, Lace! I thought I heard you before.”

“S-Sorry about that,” the redhead apologized with genuine sheepishness. “Guess my Ma’s reminders about having an ‘inside voice’ have been dormant for a little too long. Maybe I’m due for a trip home as a reminder.”

“Oh, if you do, I’d love to accompany you,” he said jovially. “Ah, but speaking of that, did I happen to hear you mention my name before?”

Of course he’d heard, Rook thought. For a man of his age, he seemed to have keener eyes and ears than most people in their twenties or thirties. Perhaps years of studying the Fade had honed his senses, or perhaps he was simply a man who took the care needed to keep his mind and body extra sharp. The reality was likely a mix of both.

As Harding rushed to grapple for an excuse, Rook came to the rescue with their usual honesty.

“Lace was just checking in on me,” they said warmly. “On us, actually.”

“Us?”

Rook smiled warmly at the inquiring lilt in his voice. He was already expecting the worst, he realized, so they were quick to dispel his concerns.

“I asked the same question, but Harding just wanted to make sure we weren’t putting additional pressure on ourselves. I was just letting her know how much I appreciated her attention to detail.”

Coloring a shade of deep crimson under Rook’s kind words and Emmrich’s joyful thanks, the dwarf again stammered out another thank you. “T-That’s what I tried to do, anyway. I-I confess, we were also talking about, well, you two. Together.”

Emmrich blinked, casting a glance back at Rook. “Oh.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Um. W-Were you?"

“N-Not in detail!” Lace rushed to correct, arms rushing outward as if she was about to summon a wall of stone. “Actually, that lack of detail was what I wanted to um, ask about.”

Emmrich blinked again, slowly. “I don’t follow.”

“I-I just…you two are both really important to me,” she finally admitted. “So, there. That’s why.”

The man’s brow softened immediately at her admission. “Oh. Well, that is most courteous of you, Lace.”

“I agree,” Rook added, their tone chipper. "Courteous and inspiring. It's good to know we have each other's backs."

Emboldened by their friend’s care, Rook decided to act on an earlier impulse. While a kiss on the cheek would have felt too forced, especially right in front of company, they instead stepped alongside Emmrich and gently took his slender arm into theirs. Resting one hand against the swell of his bicep (which his linen shirt did very little to hide), they beamed at the surprised look the gesture earned. A moment later, the man quickly adjusted. He switched his staff to his dominant hand and used his non-dominant one to gently reach up and twine their fingers together.

"I must say, we are quite lucky to have each other here," he whispered, his gaze never leaving Rook's.

"As friends and comrades."

"Among others." His hand squeezed theirs gently; protectively.

Even with his hand partially gloved, the gentle scrub of his palm and warmth of his skin was intoxicating.

It was a small touch, but it was enough.

“Well, look at that,” Harding smirked, “Don’t you two look perfect together!”

And it felt perfect, too.

#ask #anon #emmrich volkarin #emmrook #datv #datv spoilers #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age rook

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junie-boo · 7 months ago

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Meet my partner

Holm Kranom x genderNeutral!Reader

cw: Smut, dom reader, fluff, crackish, reader gets attacked by Kabru's party but for a few minutes, idk what else to put

Summary: Holm invites his party to his home for dinner and to meet his partner (who they hadn't known existed). Instead of a nice evening, they accidentally mistake them for a criminal and end up attacking them

a/n: ok I lied I'll properly post it here LOL. I think most of the Holm likers are on here anyways

Mickbell let out a dramatic groan, his head flopping onto Kuro’s head. “Ugh! Finally! We’re back!” he complained, his voice laced with exhaustion. Kabru’s party had just gotten back to the surface in hopes of gathering more food and other needed supplies, as they had ran out of food…again. It just seems like every time they died, another group just happens to take their food! So rude!

Rin crossed her arms, a frown etched on her face. “That took way longer than it should have.”

“True, but at least we made it back in one piece,” Kabru replied, his tone upbeat. “And hey, our money’s still safe! How about we grab a bite to eat before diving back in? What do you all think?” He glanced around at his companions, eager for their thoughts.

“Mmm! Meat!” Kuro exclaimed with a wagging tail, his excitement palpable as Mickbell affectionately ruffled his fur. “That’s a yes from both me and Kuro!”

“I am a little hungry…so yeah!” Daya responds happily. Meanwhile, Rin stood off to the side, arms crossed tightly, her gaze fixed on the ground in frustration. Thoughts of the group of thieves who had been plaguing them swirled in her mind. She longed to confront them, to teach them a lesson they wouldn’t forget.

But…they needed food, not only in their stomach but also during their travels inside the dungeon. “Yeah..lets do that.” Rin muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Kabru to catch her words.

“Great! So..where should we—”

“Um… actually, Kabru?” Holm’s voice caught Kabru’s attention, his ears twitching in curiosity. “Yes, Holm?”

“Rather than grabbing a bite here, I was thinking… maybe I could invite you over to my place for a meal. My partner is quite the cook—”

“PARTNER??” The group gasped in unison, interrupting him in shock. “Oh… yes, my partner, they whip up some delightful—”

“When did you even get a partner?!” Mickbell shouted, eyes wide. Holm met his gaze calmly. “Well… it’s been three years now.”

“THREE YEARS?!?” Everyone, except for Kabru, who seemed intrigued by Holm's mysterious partner, exclaimed in surprise. Holm simply nodded, a smile playing on his lips. He had always been private about his personal life, especially when it came to you. Don’t misunderstand him; he adores you completely, but to him, that aspect of his life feels a bit too intimate to share. Besides, no one had ever inquired about his marital status, so…

"How did we not know about this?!" Rin inquires with wide eyes, while Holm simply shrugs. "You never asked."

"W-wait, what!?" Mickbell stutters, clearly taken aback. Holm couldn't quite grasp why they were so flustered. Did they really think someone like him wouldn’t have a partner, or even be married? No, that couldn’t be it; his team wouldn’t think that way. Well… maybe Mickbell might, just a tad.

"Anyway… as I was saying," he chuckles lightly at their surprise. "My partner is an excellent cook, and I was wondering if you all would like to join us for a delicious home-cooked meal at our place."

The group remained in disbelief, but the mere mention of food caused Kuro’s fluffy ears to perk up with interest. “Home-cooked food?” he said, licking his lips in anticipation. Just then, Mickbell’s stomach let out a low growl. “Well... you know, a home-cooked meal does sound pretty nice...”

“Absolutely,” Daya chimed in. “Honestly, we’d be crazy to turn down a tasty home-cooked meal!” Kabru added with a playful grin. Meanwhile, Rin simply nodded in silent agreement. Truth be told, she was craving a good meal and preferred it over the chance of running into any possible troublemakers. But at the same time, she’s curious about this partner of Holm’s. “Alright then, if that’s what everyone wants,” she replied, looking at Kabru.

“Alright, it’s settled!” He turns to Holm. “You’re in charge, Holm!”

Holm nods happily and began to guide them. “Great! You’ll love my partner, they are truly something.” He happily says as the rest of the group follows Holm’s guide. As the group followed Holm to his home, they couldn’t help but wonder what you were like. Were you compassionate and caring like him? Were you wise and knowledgeable like he was? Or were you…the opposite? These thoughts swirled in Kabru’s mind like a tempest. He could hardly contain his eagerness to meet you.

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After a short stroll, the group finally arrives at Holm's house, and it perfectly embodies the warmth and coziness one would expect. As they approach, their eyes are immediately drawn to the garden in front of the wooden porch, showcasing a stunning array of 25 vibrant flowers, artfully arranged to form an inviting and charming entrance. It was clear that these blossoms received plenty of care and attention. A winding cobblestone path snakes through the garden, guiding them to the wooden front door, which features elaborate carvings that suggest Holm's fascination with magic.

As they walked through, they stared in awe, their home was beautiful.

The porch is beautifully decorated with an array of potted plants, each one lovingly cared for, bringing vibrant colors and a sense of vitality to space. From vibrant blossoms to fragrant herbs, these plants reflect yours and Holm’s passion for both nature and functionality. A cozy wooden bench, outfitted with plush cushions, beckons guests to relax and soak in the peaceful ambiance of the area.

Above the door hangs a simple lantern, casting a warm, inviting glow in the evenings. The front door itself is wooden, with intricate carvings that reflect Holm’s magical interests and personal history. The door is flanked by small windows, allowing natural light to filter into the home and offering glimpses of the cozy interior.

Windows with wooden shutters frame the front of the house, allowing ample light to filter in and providing glimpses of the cozy interior. The overall ambiance of Holm’s home is warm and inviting, a perfect retreat for relaxation and contemplation. The house’s design balances functionality and comfort, making it an ideal haven for Holm, you, and a welcoming sight for any visitors.

“wow..your house is beautiful!” Daya gasps in awe as Holm approaches the porch and unlocks the door. "I appreciate it, Daya," he replies, a hint of bashfulness on his face. "Please, everyone, come in and make yourselves comfortable in the living room." He motions for them to enter. “Thank you Holm, but I hope we aren’t intruding, does your partner know we are here?” he inquires with interest. Holm chuckles lightly, "No need to worry, I informed them ahead of time; they were expecting you."

As the group entered, their eyes wandered through the unfamiliar space, and they couldn't help but think that their porch had been the most beautiful part of his house. Little did they know, this was just the start.

Once inside, his living room welcomed them with a warm and inviting vibe, showcasing his comfortable and down-to-earth way of living. The area beautifully combines rustic elegance with carefully chosen details, creating an ideal spot for friends and family to come together.

The room features a grand stone fireplace at its heart, providing both warmth and a captivating centerpiece. Above the hearth, a mantel showcases a variety of trinkets and enchanting artifacts, reflecting Holm’s passions and escapades. A cozy sofa and two well-loved armchairs are positioned around the fireplace, creating an inviting space for guests to unwind and soak in the warm atmosphere.

The wooden floor is adorned with soft, woven rugs that enhance the room's warmth and texture. Bookshelves line the walls, brimming with a diverse collection of ancient texts, spell books, and personal diaries. Among them are delicate crystal figurines resembling unicorns. A few vibrant potted plants and colorful tapestries inject lively hues into the room, seamlessly blending nature with the interior.

The living room bathes in a warm blend of natural light streaming through the front windows, complemented by the gentle flicker of lanterns and candles artfully arranged throughout the space. This creates a tranquil and inviting atmosphere, ideal for engaging conversations, diving into a good book, or simply relaxing after a hectic day. Kabru couldn’t help but feel that this home was truly made for Holm.

“Wow! This place is amazing!” Mickbell exclaimed from Kuro’s shoulders, who grunted in agreement. “Wow...this place reflects you, huh?” Rin remarked, prompting Holm to nod in affirmation. “I’m glad you all appreciate my home, but I can’t take full credit for the decor. My partner played a huge role in it. Speaking of which, I should go fetch them. They might still be getting ready upstairs.”

“There’s an upstairs?” Daya asked.

“Indeed, just a bit further down the hall on your left,” Holm replied. “And if you happen to feel hungry or thirsty, feel free to grab some juice or water from the kitchen. It’s conveniently located right in front of the stairs.”

The party nodded and with that he went upstairs, leaving the party alone in the living room. “So, what are you all waiting for? Let’s make ourselves at home,” Mickbell declared with a self-satisfied grin, motioning for Kuro to kneel so he could dismount. Once on the ground, Mickbell settled into one of the armchair, reclining back to unwind. “Hey! You’re a guest here! Show some manners,” Rin scolded.

In retaliation, Mickbell stuck his tongue out at Rin, which only made her huff in irritation. Meanwhile, Kuro cheerfully scooped Mickbell back up, returning to the chair he had just vacated and placing Mickbell on his lap. “Hey!—…there are two armchairs, you know! Get your own!” Mickbell exclaimed, playfully swatting at Kuro’s paws. Kuro, unfazed, simply rested his head against Mickbell’s.

The others lounged on the sofa, seemingly lost in their own worlds. Rin cast a wary glance at Kabru, who was seated beside her. “Hey,” she called, pulling him from his thoughts. “You’re unusually quiet… is something bothering you?” Her tone was direct, laced with genuine concern. Truthfully he was perfectly fine; he was just curious about his member’s partner.

“Ah, sorry… I was just thinking about Holm’s partner… aren’t you curious too?” he replied, his enthusiasm slightly over the top. “Considering the home decor, the garden, and the way Holm speaks about them… do you think they share his calm and caring nature?”

Mickbell shrugged nonchalantly. “Eh…maybe. I’m just here for the free food.” Kuro's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he licked his lips. “Mhm! Holm mentioned they’re a great cook, and I can’t wait to eat.”

Kabru laughed at their response, while Rin sighed in exasperation. “Yes, I remember him saying they were a nice cook. I can’t lie, I am a little curious about their cooking..” Daya confessed shyly. “What about you, Rin? What do you think?”

Rin paused for a moment, then finally replied. “Well… I suppose I feel the same as Kabru; they most likely share similar personalities.”

“You think so too?” Kabru smiled at her with his pearly whites. “We’ll see when we meet them.”

Everyone nodded in consensus. Following the discussion, a hush fell over the group, with the exception of Mickbell and Kuro, who were engaged in a lively chat about dinner plans. As for Rin and Daya, they sat quietly, wondering how long it was going to take for Holm’s partner to show up..it was getting a little awkward.

For Kabru, this was simply an opportunity to reflect on who you are both as an individual and as a partner. It baffled him that Holm had never brought you up—not even a single time! They’ve been married for three years, and yet he was completely in the dark about you! He HAS to meet you! Given that Holm is quite reserved and tends to keep his life private, this was a refreshing shift for him.

The moment was interrupted as the party recoiled at the sudden sound of the back door swinging open, instantly putting them on high alert. Kuro sprang to his feet, gripping Mickbell tightly and growling at the source of the disturbance.

Daya, Rin, and Kabru quickly followed suit, with Kabru casting a wary glance at the open door. He motioned for the group to creep forward, ensuring their movements were as silent as possible. As they approached, Kabru unsheathed his sword while Rin raised her staff, ready for whatever lay beyond. When they finally reached the back door, they caught sight of a hooded figure in the yard, appearing to be a tall-man, brandishing a bloodied knife in one hand and a basket filled with unknown contents in the other. To make matters worse, there were faint blood splatters decorating the figure's hoodie.

Rin shouted, "Hey! Who are you?" The figure turned, a puzzled look on their face, and with the hand clutching the bloodied knife, they gestured toward the group. "Wha?...who are you—" But before the stranger could complete their sentence, Kuro lunged at them, bringing them down to the ground, convinced they were about to strike. In the scuffle, the knife slipped from their grasp, along with the enigmatic basket they had been carrying, though none of them seemed to notice.

Kuro snarled menacingly, holding the stranger firmly in place. Rin strode beside him, her staff clutched tightly as she aimed it at the intruder. “I said Identify yourself!” she shouted. The stranger thrashed in a panic, their voice rising in desperation. “What the hell!? Get off me!” they cried out.

“Answer my question or I’ll—!”

Holm burst through the back door, his voice echoing with surprise. “Whaa?!.. What are you guys doing?!” Holm yelled from the back door entrance. The party turned to him, bewildered, as he hurried over to the unfamiliar figure, lightly nudging Kuro aside, who was equally baffled. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Dear..?” The party echoed in unison.

“Ah, yes, well... it seems I've managed to nick my hand a bit.” They displayed their hand, showcasing a small yet painful cut on the knuckle. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that."

"Hold on... what?! Holm, they're a thief!... they tried to swipe your!... strawberries?" Mickbell exclaimed, glancing at the scattered contents of the basket they had been holding. They were stealing strawberries? Kabru began to survey his surroundings instead of focusing on the alleged thief. His backyard was a lush garden brimming with fresh fruits. Then he noticed where the "knife" was. He approached it and picked it up, realizing it was merely a garden knife—and what they had assumed was blood—

He swiped his finger across the blade of the garden knife, then brought it to his mouth, savoring the taste. The others at the party recoiled in disgust, all except Holm, who seemed unfazed. Was that…strawberries? Wait a minute…who was this person to Holm? They couldn’t possibly be—

Holm got up and turned to look at his party with a distasteful expression.

“What in the world were you all thinking when you decided to attack my partner…?!”

“PARTNER?!?!” The party yelled In unison.

What a way to finally meet you.

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After Holm patched you up and helped you gather up all of the fresh, spilt strawberries back in the basket, everyone gathered around in the kitchen. But of course, not after profusely apologizing to you. It would be an understatement to say you were frustrated with them, but if you were truly a thief, it did bring you some solace knowing they were eager to help and safeguard your husband.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t the most favorable first impression. Particularly that other tall woman… she couldn’t seem to stop nervously glancing your way after everything that had happened.

Anyhow, while in the kitchen you went to check on the lasagna that you had originally prepared for dinner, but because of what happened earlier, open the oven only to find it burned..great. Dinner is ruined and it smells in the house. With a heavy sigh, you removed the ruined dish and made your way to the window, hoping to let some fresh air in to dissipate the unpleasant smell.

Holm strolls beside you “Dinner got burnt huh..?” He teases “Yeah..so much for lasagna, haha.” You chuckle, “Yeah, there goes my lasagna, haha.” With a thoughtful expression, you place your hand on your chin. “Looks like I’ll need to whip up something else. Oh! I think I have some leftover beef; I could make pot roast instead. What do you think?” You glance over at the group, seeking their nods of approval.

Kuro's ears perked up at the mention of beef, and he instantly barked, "Yes!"

Mickbell's mouth nearly watered at the thought of pot roast, exclaiming, "Absolutely!"

Daya nodded quietly, still feeling a bit embarrassed about the earlier incident, which was completely understandable. Rin also nodded in agreement. However, Kabru wore a look of guilt. Not only had they caused you a minor injury, but they also led to the unfortunate burning of the dinner you had so thoughtfully prepared for them.

"We really appreciate that, thank you... but what about the lasagna? It would be a shame to just toss it out." You nodded in agreement. "I know. I'll just save it for later. Not sure what I'll do with it yet, but I'll think of something." You smiled at him. "I certainly don’t want to serve my guests a burnt meal."

You turned to Holm with a playful smile. “Annnd as for youuu~” you teased. “I’m going to whip up a nice fruit bowl using the fresh fruits I gathered just for you.” You bent over and planted a sweet kiss on the tip of his nose, watching as a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. “Oh! Sweetheart… you really don’t have to go through the trouble of making both. I can lend a hand with dinner you know…”

“oh please, you know I enjoy cooking. But…if you insist.” you say playfully, reaching for two aprons hanging on a hook by the kitchen door and handing one to Holm. They are undeniably cheesy; yours features a cute illustration of bacon with the phrase “we go together like,” while his completes it with “bacon and eggs” and a drawing of eggs. You’ve always found it a bit silly, but Holm seems to enjoy it, so why not?

Daya inquired, "Is there anything we can help you with?" Given that they had already disrupted your dinner plans, she figured they might as well lend a hand this time.

You turn to the group, fastening the apron around yourself. “Hmm…” you muse, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “Nope!” you exclaim with a grin, making Daya and the others flinch slightly at your bluntness...but could they blame you?

“Seriously, though, we appreciate the offer. You’re our guests, so let us whip up a fresh meal for you, alright?” You head over to the fridge, pulling out some beef along with a large container. “Just kick back in the living room. We’ll let you know when it’s ready. If you need anything, we’ll be right here,” Holm assures them.

The party ultimately agreed, then proceeded to leave you two alone in the kitchen to cook. As they left the kitchen, each of them couldn’t help but have their thoughts occupied and you and Holm.

Rin, the most skeptical member of the group, couldn't shake off her doubts about your relationship. To be fair, she hardly knows you, and her first impression of you wasn’t exactly stellar—after all, she did almost blow you up. It’s hard for her to hold a grudge, though. Still, she can’t help but worry about Holm. How can she trust your character when she was completely unaware of your existence until now? For all she knows, you could be hiding a dark side—unlikely, but still a possibility.

Rin holds a deep respect for Holm, admiring his unwavering dedication, impressive skills, vast knowledge, and ability to remain calm in tough situations. These qualities make him an invaluable asset to the team. She values his knack for navigating complex challenges and his commitment to ensuring everyone’s safety, viewing him as a trustworthy ally. Naturally, she hopes her friend finds someone just as kind-hearted. But if he’s been with you for three years, that must mean he truly cares for you. She just wishes that this relationship doesn’t lead to heartbreak for him.

Daya, on the other hand, truly admired the bond you shared with him. She found it utterly adorable, and just thinking about it made her blush a bit. Much like Rin, she holds Holm in high regard for his wisdom and his calm, composed nature during tough times. Daya often looks up to him, appreciating his vast experience and skill set. Among all the members of the party, Holm is the one she feels the closest to. While they aren't extremely tight-knit, their shared interests create a sense of comfort for Daya. Even though you may not have been fond of her after the party mistakenly labeled you a criminal, she genuinely hopes that you and Holm bring each other happiness.

When it comes to the pair of Mickbell and Kuro, there’s not much to elaborate on regarding Kuro. He’s just a straightforward dog with basic desires—mainly, food. He can’t wait to eat that pot roast. Now, Mickbell, on the other hand, has a lot on his mind. First off, he can’t help but wonder how Holm, a guy who usually keeps to himself, managed to snag someone as impressive as you. Don’t get him wrong; he thinks Holm is a decent guy who deserves a great partner. Still, it leaves Mickbell pondering how Holm found a partner before he did. Oh well...good game Holm, good game. Mickbell made a mental note to ask you if you had any tall-man friends that were into half-foots.

At last, we come to Kabru. What were his thoughts about you? To put it simply, you piqued his interest. Don’t worry, it wasn’t in a romantic sense. At first, he pictured you as calm and composed like Holm, but you turned out to be quite different—though that’s not a bad thing at all. Based on how you reacted when they mistook you for a criminal, you probably wouldn’t last too long with an actual one. Still, you exude a warmth and kindness similar to his own, and you’re likely more straightforward than Holm. It’s evident that you genuinely care about him, which is wonderful. He’s pleased that Holm has found someone to bond with, and he hopes that in time, the rest of the group, including himself, will have the chance to get to know you better.

~ TIME SKIP….~

“Dinner is ready!” you called out, channeling the enthusiasm of a parent summoning their kids. “Time to eat!” Almost instantly, Kuro and Mickbell dashed to the table, eager to fill their plates with hearty pot roast, creamy mashed potatoes, and vibrant green beans. After all, a well-rounded meal just wouldn’t be complete without those veggies!

The rest of the group followed suit, gathering around the large, robust wooden table that had a farmhouse charm. However, there were only six chairs available for the seven of you. Holm spotted this before settling into the last chair, cradling his bowl of freshly sliced fruit. “Oh, it seems there’s just one chair left. You can have it, dear,” he said with a cheerful glance in your direction.

You smiled and shook your head. “No need to worry about me, love. I’ll eat later. Right now, I’m not feeling very hungry…you go ahead and take the seat.”

Holm raised an eyebrow, teasingly asking, “Oh? Have you lost your appetite? Then I’ll wait to eat then, I’m not too hunger either to be honest.” Kabru perked up at this. So he prefers to eat together with his partner? That’s..pretty cute.

“Aww… are you really sure, sweetheart? You love fruits, don’t you?”

Holm nodded, a playful smile on his face. “Yeah, but… I’d rather eat with you. After all… you’re my favorite.” His lighthearted joke made you stifle a giggle, while the rest of the group exchanged amused glances, except for Daya, who seemed unfazed.

“So….” Mickbell suddenly calls your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Out of curiosity..do you have any tall-man friends that are into half-foots?”

You blink at him in surprise, while Holm shoots him a bashful glare, clearly wondering why he would ask his partner that. Meanwhile, Rin gives Mickbell a smack on the head.

“What’s that for?” Mickbell grumbles, rubbing the spot where Rin hit him. Daya and Kuro, however, remain blissfully focused on their meals. “This pot roast is amazing,” Daya exclaims with a bright smile, making you grin in return. “Thanks, Daya.”

She looked at you in confusion. “Wait..you already know our names?” You nodded. “Yes, Holm told me beforehand.”

How considerate of him, Kabru mused. Although he had only known you for a brief period, he found himself strangely admiring the bond you shared with Holm. Just by observing the way he looked at you, it was clear that genuine love was present. It made Kabru curious… what do you two get up to when it’s just the two of you? Surely something romantic, right? Do you cuddle up while watching films? Do you enjoy stargazing together? Or do you share more intimate moments at night—

“Hey.” Rin nudged Kabru, snapping him back to reality once more. “Oops, sorry. I was zoning out again, wasn’t I?”

She shook her head. “You were staring right at them… it’s a bit creepy.”

“Wait, what?” He turned back to the couple, noticing Holm was oblivious to the gaze and continued chatting with you. However, you felt a shiver at the edge of your awareness, especially with those piercing blue eyes. Kabru mentally kicked himself. “Right… my bad.”

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After the meal and a few awkward exchanges, the gathering was ready to wrap up and head home, except for Holm, of course. You and Holm waved goodbye to the guests as they departed. Once they were all out, you locked the door, leaving just you and Holm in the quiet of the living room.

He let out a sigh, as if releasing a breath he had been holding. Turning to you with a slightly anxious look, he asked, “So… um… what did you think of my party?” You offered him a gentle smile. What were your thoughts on them?

Well, it was hard to ignore the fact that you had been mistaken for a criminal in your own space, which did cast a slight shadow over your impression of the group. Still, you recognized that they meant well… at least most of them. Mickbell was a bit goofy, Kuro was decent enough, and Daya struck you as the most apologetic and genuinely kind. Rin, on the other hand, tended to be a bit negative at times, and she nearly exploded you. Although she did say sorry, that moment was still quite frightening.

Then there was Kabru, the leader. He was definitely a character—not in a bad way, though. Once he realized you were his partner and not a thief (a fact you would never let him forget), he turned out to be quite pleasant. He had a certain charm, but there was something a bit off about him too. That intense gaze he had during dinner was more than a little unsettling..!

Overall…you thought his party was weird. but it was clear that everyone held Holm in high regard, and that’s what truly counts. You made a mental note to never invite them over here again in fear of getting blown up though.

You hesitated before responding, “They’re… really nice!” Holm noticed your uncertainty and gently patted your arm for reassurance. “It’s okay, you can be honest. I know there was a rough start and all with Rin almost blowing you up…so if you’re not too keen on them, I won’t take it personally. They usually don’t jump to conclusions that quickly.”

You let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I don’t believe they’re bad people; it’s obvious they care about you, and that makes me happy. But… I have to admit, I was a bit surprised.” You tried to lighten the mood with a joke, but Holm’s face fell, showing concern and sadness. “I’m really sorry. I should have realized you were in the garden. I could have warned you that they were here and—”

“Slow down!” you interject, halting his endless chatter. “It’s not your fault..you have nothing to apologize for baby.” You gently kiss his cheek. “I’m fantastic, okay?”

He looks at you skeptically. “What? You think I’m lying?” You lean in, cupping his face and pressing your lips against his, leaving him blushing like a ripe tomato. “How about now?”

He hesitates, glancing away shyly. “You seem alright…” he murmurs. “Just alright? That’s not enough~” you tease playfully. “What do you mean…? Oh..!” Holm gasps, suddenly aware of the pressure from your knee against his growing arousal. “Should I stop?” you inquire gently. He struggles to meet your gaze, feeling the heat of your playful demeanor. Biting his lip, he looks down at his desire before answering, “No.”

Today was starting to turn around~

You took Holm's hand and led him upstairs to your shared bedroom. Once you both settled onto the bed, you playfully started to remove your clothes, enjoying the way he watched you with a shy expression. It was amusing how, despite having seen you naked countless times, he still blushed at the sight of you.

Now clad only in your undergarments, you noticed that he was still fully dressed, his pants clearly revealing his excitement. "Would you like me to help you out of those clothes, baby?" you teased, prompting him to finally meet your gaze and nod in agreement. With a playful smile, you began to peel away his layers, leaving him in just his undergarments as well.

You adjusted your stance, settling above him, your form gracefully suspended over his smaller frame. His heart raced, both from the intimate proximity and his nervous excitement.

“You’re so cute under me.” You complimented, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. “Ah…th..thank you, love.” He shyly says, god he was so cute like this. He softly traced his large fingers over your arms before letting them settle on your shoulders, gently guiding you down as he signaled his desire for a kiss.

As you leaned down to kiss him, he eagerly reciprocated, returning the kiss with matching fervor. His hands slid from your shoulders, tracing along your sides before coming to rest on your hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened.

You pulled away from the kiss, taking a moment to appreciate the impact you had on him. He gasps softly as you leaned in and started to plant soft kisses along his neck, tilting his head back to give you better access. His hands slide around to the small of your back, holding you close as he shuddered beneath you. “Ahh…that feels…mmm…” He trailed off, lost in the sensations. He was always so responsive to your touch, and it always made you feel powerful and desired.

You started to plant soft kisses along his stomach, prompting his hands to shift from your back to your hair. A shaky breath escaped him as your lips descended further, his skin warming with desire. When your mouth reached his pelvis, he couldn’t help but buck his hips lightly, seeking more of your touch.

“D-dear…please…” He whimpered, his voice thick with need. He loved it when you took control like this, when you made him feel wanted and cherished. You playfully asked, glancing up at him. “What do you want me to do?”

He bit his lip, squirming under your intense faze as you hovered above him, teasing him mercilessly. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, his cheeks flushed a deep rep. “I... I want you... t-to touch me..." He stammered out, his voice barely above a whisper. His hips twitched impatiently, aching for your touch.

“As you wish~” You purred as your fingers find their way beneath his waistband, pulling it down. He let out a sharp gasp as you revealed his aching member, already hard and leaking with anticipation. He arched his back, pushing his hips up slightly in offering. “Ahhm…” he moaned, his voice trembling with need. “Please…don’t tease me, love..” He begged.

You stifled a giggle before kissing the tip of his dick whilst holding onto his thighs. A choked moan escaped his lips as you did so, his back arching off the bed. He removed his hands from your head to the sheets, gripping it tightly as he tried to ground himself. “O-oh..my…!” he panted, his hips twitching involuntarily. He loved the feeling of your soft lips against his most intimate place, rarely do you two get this intimate so he plans on cherishing this while it lasts because god knows he doesn’t last very long from oral.

He threw his head back with a loud moan, his body trembling as you fully took him into your warm, wet mouth. He loved the way your lips felt wrapped around him, the way your tongue swirled around his sensitive tip. It’s important to remember the size different between you two, although his dick isn’t that much smaller from the average tall-man you could still easily fully take him into your mouth every time, which drove him nuts.

“Ahnn!..s..so good…d-don’t stop..!” He begged, his hips bucking slightly as he fought the urge to thrust up into your mouth. He always struggle to hold back when you pleasured him like this.

You internally chuckled at his reaction, he looked so precious right now, you could just eat him up. You continued to trail your wet tongue all over his dick, then moved your hands to his stomach, preventing him from thrusting too enthusiastically. He whimpered, his cock throbbing against your tongue. The vibrations from his moans only encouraged you to suck harder, coaxing out more of those desperate noises.

“Mmmph…I-I’m…I’m close…” He warned, his voice strained and breathes. He was already dangerously close to the edge, your skilled mouth bringing him right to the brink. However, before he could even reach his orgasm, you pulled away from his dick with a small pop.

He whined in protest as you suddenly released him, his cock bobby obscenely in front of your face. He looked down at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes, panting heavily. “Why…why’d you stop?” He asked, his voice thick with desire. He reached down to stoke himself, trying to ease the ache you had left behind.

You quickly reached for his hand, stopping that action. He looked up at you questioningly, wondering why you were teasing him right now. “Please…I need…” he trailed off, too caught up in the the haze of lust to finish his thought. You placed a finger to your lips, silencing him, then began to crawl over his sensitive body. His gaze was fixed on you as you slipped off your underwear, exposing your bare arousal. Suddenly…he felt as if he could cum right at that second.

“Holm… I want you to cum inside me.” His eyes widened as you revealed yourself to him, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. He licked his lips unconsciously, desire burning in his faze as he drank in the sight of his beautiful partner. “I…are you sure..?” He asked hesitantly. “I…I’m afraid I wont…last very long..” He confessed, just the mere thought of being fully inside of you could make him cum alone.

“Yes baby, I want all of you deep inside me, won’t you take me?” You begged, your arousal just hovering right above his. He groaned at your teasing words, his hips twitching upwards involuntarily. He nodded eagerly, his cock pulsing with need. “Yes..! Yes! N…need you so badly right now!” He breathed out, reaching up to caress your hips gently.

You didn’t waste any time plopping onto his dick entirely. You both let out a sharp gasp as you sank down onto him, your tight heat enveloping his length. His eyes rolled back, a deep moan escaping his lips as he bottomed out inside you. “H-holy…mhm!!..you..feel amazing..” He panted, his hands gripping your hips tighter. He started to roll his hips slowly, savoring the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

“Ah…f..fuck..” You breathed out, feeling him lightly stretch you out. You two rarely get intimate so whenever you do, he stretches you out each time..and you love it. You then leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss as you then began to bounce on his dick.

He groaned into the kiss, his hips snapping up to meet yours as you bounced on him. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the comfortable room, mixed with your shared moans of pleasure. “Mphm..ride…ride me…take all of me..” He encouraged breathlessly, his hands sliding up to cup your chest, he rolled your nipples between his big fingers, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

“Ah..damn…!” You moaned, your hands moving to his shoulders instead, gripping them desperately. His trusts grew more forceful, more urgent, as he chased his rapidly approaching climax “Mhpm…Love…I’m gonna…gonna..cum soon..” He warned, his voice strained. He wanted to hold back, to prolong your pleasure but the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him was too much.

You could feel your orgasm build up each time your arousals meet. “Fu…fuuuck..I..I-I think im close too..!”

“Cum with me…w..want to feel you..!” He begged, his hips stuttering as he neared his peak. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, signaling your impending orgasm. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he reached his peak. “Ahhnn!!...c-cumming..!!” He cried out, his vision whiting out from the intensity of his release. He filled you with his seed, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over him. “H-haaah~!! Fuck..!” You cried out, your own orgasm washing over you.

He continued to rock his hips gently as you rode out your orgasm, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from your trembling body. He peppered your face with soft kisses, murmuring worfs of love and adoration. “Ah.haha…that’s it..come for me…my gorgeous partner..” He praised, his voice hoarse from exertion. As your climax subsided, he pulled you down into a tender embrace, holding you close. You blushed as you slowly came from your high. “Ah…oh wow…” You panted.

“I..I love you so much..” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

In moments like these, he felt truly complete, truly happy.

“I…I love you too, Holm..~” You breathed out.

What a day.

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the art of experience: part 1

we all start somewhere

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody/fem reader

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Word count: 3.5 K words

Tags/warnings: 18+: minors dni, smut, threesome, lite dom/sub dynamics, experience/figuring things out/slight awkwardness in the beginning, oral (F and M receiving), inappropriate use of the force, no plot

summary: Your main objective when you were hired and subsequently assigned to The Negotiator was to be a beacon of support for the troops, providing them with kindness and a boost of morale. Somehow, you highly doubt that your superiors would have intended this to be a part of your job description. You just prefer to think of it as going above the line of duty for your all too deserving men.

You enter into a new and thrilling dynamic with Obi-Wan Kenobi and Marshall Commander Cody. Thus begins an exciting series of escapades

Authors note:: Months ago, this started off as me in my head going man, I love Codywan so much but I also kind of just want to be in between the two of them, then was tentatively pitched to a couple friends on here, @vodika-vibes and I shared quite a few thirsty thoughts on Saturdays, if I recall correctly. Anyways, I finally had the guts to turn my food for thought into a series, and if you want more information on that, specifically, check out the notes for this on my AO3. But regardless, I hope I’m not the only one who has dreams of being in the middle of a Codywan sandwich, because there is a distinct lack of content to feed this desire out there. But if you also happen to share it, then I really hope you enjoy this.

“Sorry, hold on, I’m sorry I um...”

You had convinced yourself that there was absolutely nothing a person like you could do to help out in the war effort against the Separatists. You weren’t a medic. You weren’t a fighter. Hell, you couldn’t even serve as a passable mechanic to help repair banged-up ships. You’d probably, in all likelihood, end up electrocuting yourself or blowing up a ship while you were still aboard it.

So when your great aunt, most likely with the intention of getting you to do something, anything that got you out of the house, suggested that you join up with one of the Republic's newest war relief force efforts—the Doughnut Cart Girls, groups of women armed with sweets and baked goods being sent aboard ships with troops to provide them with morale boosts and cheer—you thought, “Yeah, if nothing else, I can do that

Your poor, dear, sweet great aunt would be absolutely mortified to know that her suggestion had led to you being in quite possibly the most scandalous position of your life in the private quarters of one High Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi—in between not one but two high-ranking officers of the GAR.

For your part, however, you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Lying flat on your stomach, completely naked on the edge of the bed, you’re propped up on your elbows, hips raised by several pillows that arch your back just so. Obi-Wan is right behind you, his eagerness and impatience displayed by the tight grip he has on your thigh, and the way you can practically feel his eyes burning into you, staring down at the place where he knows if he were to lower his head slightly, he could be tasting you right now.

You both make a lovely tableau, but the only person with any actual ability to unpause this frozen moment—and who seems to be enjoying the anticipation that he draws out from both of you so easily by deliberately withholding that permission—is standing directly in front of you.

It’s one very calm, almost to the point of stoicism if you didn’t know any better, Marshall Commander Cody, whose only dead giveaway is the slight twitch of amusement that persists to pull up his lips as his eyes fall to you, hearing the uncertain question in your voice as you shift around on your elbows. You suddenly wish you hadn’t spoken and tainted the sanctity of this stillness. It would make you laugh really, if he wasn’t looking at you with such an intense focus, as if you’re caught in the centre of his orbit and you’re all he would like to look at. The three of you had gone over so much in negotiations and yet this, such a simple thing, had been overlooked.

“Yes?” he prompts, linking his hands behind his back in an effortless show of authority, looming over you and making your stomach twist just a little more as you glance down at the floor. “What is it, lovely?”

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” you blurt out, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “My plan was to, well, wing it, but I…” You helplessly wave a hand, unable to look directly at his length protruding expectantly just beyond your reach. If you leaned forward, your lips would brush against him.

The thought makes your cheeks burn. “Force,” you scold yourself sternly. “Get it together. This isn’t middle school.”

This had never been a thing your previous partners had been brave enough to ask you for, and you, if you were honest, didn’t care enough to push, considering how useless they all had been when trying, or maybe the proper term was not trying, to get you off. You had decided that when, if ever, the time came, you would give it your best shot and let experience and four years worth of college improv classes be the best teachers. Now though, confronted with the reality of not one, but two men intently watching your every move, the weight of encroaching failure threatens to crush you, making you feel more than certain that this isn’t just something you can improvise and make look like a convincing effort.

You let your elbows drop, and you're met with the momentary solace of your heated cheek pressing against cool bed covers, hiding your embarrassment from their intense gazes.

“I just don’t want to disappoint,” you conclude, your voice coming out slightly muffled and more than a little bit sheepish against the sheets.

If you weren’t so intent upon imagining a hole opening up in the ground that you could vanish into, you would have had to bite your tongue in an attempt to hold back your laughter. This could be funny. This could be hilarious, considering how thoroughly and thoughtfully details had been discussed and arranged before they even entertained the idea of getting you undressed. It had been going so well, everything falling into place like pieces of a puzzle, and yet, here you are, ruining the moment with your lack of knowledge and embarrassing amount of inexperience.

“Dear one...” Obi-Wan’s voice is warm and smooth as honey as his lips brush against your shoulder and his hand snakes beneath you gently to guide up your chin. “Is this something that you want to do?”

Bless him. Bless both of them, really. You know that they would never, ever try to push you to do something—even as trivial or widely accepted as this—if you weren’t comfortable with it, and it’s that knowledge that allows you to quickly nod your head.

“I do,” you reassure quickly, adding a small, nervous laugh. “I just don’t know how,” you say with a shrug.

“That’s okay.” His assurance is whisper soft, almost seeming to be carried by a physical brush against your skin that settles and soothes you despite your anxiety. He leans forward to kiss your cheek. “We all have to start somewhere.”

He looks up, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he meets Cody’s gaze, and continues to speak. “And I happen to consider myself an expert in getting Cody off. So, I propose that I am perfectly suited to teaching you the art of it.”

This causes Cody to roll his eyes in fond exasperation, but they soften around the corners when he hears your small laugh, your shoulders beginning to drop away from where they’ve been hunched up towards your ears as the discomfort and embarrassment in your posture seems to ebb.

“May I, sir?” Obi-Wan asks, looking up at Cody with those big blues that make it hard to deny him on even the best of days, and he sighs, nodding in acquiescence.

“I’d start with your lips,” Obi-Wan suggests, his voice a soft rumble as his own lips dance along the exposed skin of your neck, always gentle and warm with only the barest hint of teeth—a stipulation of Cody’s when negotiations had begun.

The man hid his possessive streak behind a neutral, composed mask. But when he had stated with firm decisiveness that he was to be the only one permitted to leave marks along your visible skin, well, you had had to press your thighs together quite tightly to stop yourself from reacting too extremely.

“Just explore, and I promise that, short of biting him, there’s nothing you could do that won’t lead you to finding something he’ll enjoy as long as you can pick up his cues.”

You don’t see the smirk that overtakes his features as he leans forward, but you do witness the results. Later, you’ll learn that that smirk means mischief, maybe even trouble and a guarantee that it’s intended to put Cody on edge, which it always does. But right now, you watch, intrigued and maybe even a little bit scandalized as he unabashedly reaches forward, giving Cody’s balls a generous squeeze before retreating and listening to the commander's accompanying gasp.

“Lucky for you,” he continues, unfazed except for the telltale tilt of his lips that indicates he’s quite pleased with himself, “Cody’s cues are quite easy to read if one takes the time to listen.”

“Obi-Wan,” Cody murmurs, a low warning edge that seems to be very familiar to the other man creeping into his voice.

The Jedi has the decency to duck his head. “Sorry, sir,” he demurs, though to your ears he doesn’t sound apologetic at all as his lips return to your shoulder.

From the small scoff Cody makes in the back of his throat, he’s disinclined to believe him either.

You don’t give him long to waver on that though. Emboldened by the lips that brush along your skin and Obi-Wan’s encouragement, you lean forward, readjusting yourself on your elbows.

You close your eyes and allow your lips to tentatively explore, kissing up the length of him as if it were any other part of his body, slow and delicate. A controlled, shivering breath from above you indicates that your efforts are being appreciated, and you reach out a hand, trailing it along the edge of the bed until it reaches the broad muscle of his thigh, fingers skimming along it lightly until they come to rest, latching on and feeling it flex and tense beneath them.

“Oh.” A quiet groan greets your ears as your tongue lightly swirls over his balls, a hand, soft and gentle, caressing over your hair. It doesn’t push; it doesn’t insistently tangle to nudge you forward. Cody just strokes, feeling the soft strands beneath the pads of his fingers as he watches, intrigue and pleasure dancing within his brown depths.

“Open your eyes,” Obi-Wan whispers, his voice suddenly very close to your ear which sends a shiver through you as your tongue glides up towards Cody’s glistening tip. “Look at what you’re doing to him already.”

You curiously flutter your eyes open, only to watch his carefully masked expression of control fracture when you take him between your lips, giving the head a small, teasing suck before pulling back. His eyes widen fractionally, and his lips part in a silent “oh.”

“Open your mouth,” Obi-Wan instructs, his hands drawing a trail of heat that tingles down your sides as they traverse their way towards your hips. “Nice and wide. Take him slowly.”

You do, leaning forward and capturing Cody between your lips once more, carefully easing your mouth over him, the deep sigh falling from his lips letting you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

“Good,” Obi-Wan breathes, and it’s a little embarrassing how that one word so softly spoken and the warm timbre of his voice cause you to blush. “Can you tighten these up a little?” His lips again brush against your cheek, and you have to wonder if Cody is still able to feel a muted sensation because his own breath stumbles. You hollow out your cheeks, enveloping Cody in your warm, wet heat. He groans long and low, and Obi-Wan smiles, his lips against your neck.

You don’t need him to tell you what to do now. Slowly, you begin to move your head, lavishing every inch your mouth can reach with attention as you suck, feeling how heavy he sits against your tongue.

It’s Obi-Wan who stifles a low noise now, the sound appreciative, and you swear you can feel his hips minutely buck, the whisper of a firm erection pressing against your ass.

“Isn’t she a sight, Cody?” Obi-Wan asks, his chin resting against your shoulder as he watches, enjoying the view. His lips tease against the shell of your ear as he leans in to whisper, “You’re all stuffed full of him, dearest, and you’re doing beautifully.”

“She is,” Cody hums in agreement, his eyes fluttering as he is torn between wanting to enjoy how warm, tight, and wet you feel around him and wanting to watch your efforts as you work.

The praise sends a heavy wave of pleasure through you, your eyes fluttering beneath their combined attention. You respond by letting out a soft hum around Cody, pulling back to flutter your tongue around his cockhead before taking him fully back into your mouth. Each sensation pulls something new—a soft, surprised curse, a tightening of his hand clenching into a fist at his side, and breath with control that you can tell is becoming harder and harder to maintain accompanied by a whispered, “good girl,” causing your eyes to widen in response.

“She’s figuring it out on her own, love,” he murmurs, and you’re so distracted by the feeling of running your tongue along his underside and feeling how his other hand instinctively tightens in your hair to stop his hips from twitching forward that it takes you a moment to realize he’s talking about you. “You have your own task, Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, sir,” Obi-Wan says with far too much enthusiasm. You can practically hear the smile in his voice accompanied by the soft shifting of him moving down the bed.

Your lips tighten around Cody as you feel Obi-Wan, the slight tickle of his beard, and his lips, followed by his tongue, running along your lower spine, causing your eyes to widen. It’s a testament to Cody’s impeccable sense of control that he remains still, allowing you to adjust to Obi-Wan’s teasing explorations before giving your hair a light, prompting tug.

“You aren’t allowed to come until I explicitly give you permission to,” he says, his voice low and holding the slight threat, the promise of consequences to come if you were to disobey. “Is that understood?”

It takes you a moment—eyes widening with distraction as Obi-Wan’s tongue teases the sensitive juncture of your inner thigh—but slowly, you raise your hand, lightly tapping against the edge of the mattress, the pre-discussed signal for consent if you were in a position where you were unable to speak.

“Good girl,” Cody says in a pleased rumble, his fingers dipping to trace along your lips still wrapped around his cock, eyes closing as he feels himself enclosed in your mouth. “Gods,” he breathes, giving his hips a testing nudge forward. “Such a pretty mouth.”

He tilts his head, looking off behind you. “So quiet like this,” he observes, punctuating his words with another short thrust. “Let’s see if Obi-Wan can change that, hm?”

He doesn’t give you time to wonder at the meaning of his words before a warm, wet tongue is easing between your lower lips, swirling delicately over your entrance before gliding towards your clit. The flat of the muscle slowly presses against it, causing your hips to buck and a surprised whimper to fall from the lips still wrapped around Cody’s cock. The reverberation of sound causes him to let out his own low groan, his hand in your hair now beginning to guide you forward.

Cody lets out a low chuckle, even as his fingers grasp firmly on your hair, causing a tingling, yet strangely not unpleasant sensation at the back of your head as he begins to fuck your mouth in ernest. You can tell he’s holding back, only pushing past what is comfortable but never going too far, letting your expressions dictate the force of his thrusts, for which you are grateful.

“Do that again, Obi-Wan,” Cody orders, tugging at your hair until only the head of his cock still sits between your lips and you’re looking up at him with wide eyes. He watches you languidly swirl your tongue around the tip as he continues. “I want to see the look on your face when he plays with your clit.”

Obi-Wan obliges—eagerly, if his hands latching onto and spreading your thighs further apart are any indication. His tongue flutters over the small bud, causing your mouth to fall open in a whine, your eyes going wide as his lips begin to suckle and he lets out a soft hum that makes your hips twitch.

Several things happen in quick succession.

Cody, taking advantage of your parted lips and opened mouth slowly guides you back down, giving you enough time to inhale through your nose in preparation. Obi-Wan, his hands digging into your thighs, sweeps his tongue over your clit one last time, relishing in the soft moan he pulls from you before gliding to your entrance, letting out his own pleased sound as he circles around your slit, gathering your arousal on his tongue before his eyes flutter and he presses it inside.

“Mmmm.” You’re unable to stop the moan that is pulled from your lips as you’re drawn closer towards Cody’s pelvis, your nose lightly pressing against the mound of soft hair you discover there. Obi-Wan’s tongue continues to explore, lightly curling within its confines until he’s brushing up against a spot that is completely maddening, causing you to arch your back and buck your hips against his face despite the grip he has on your thighs. Cody, watching the way your cheeks flush as he looks down at you, begins to retreat, only to watch with a pleasured intensity as in a slow, deep thrust he pushes back into your mouth again, the noise of satisfaction rumbling through him sending sparks straight between your legs.

And then, just when you think there’s nothing more they could do—when you are only able to focus on Cody’s hand in your hair, your jaw slack as he lets himself use your mouth for his pleasure, with Obi-Wan’s tongue pressing into you in slow, deep, and rhythmic strokes that have you actually mewling—there’s more.

Something happens that you can’t describe as a specific sensation as much as it is a feeling. It’s warm, pulsing in waves directed squarely at your clit that up until this moment has been dormant with neglect, now throbbing with a warm, molten heat that builds and builds and builds and—oh, fuck! Is he using the Force?

He gives a low sound that perhaps could be a chuckle as you feel his lips curl upwards against you in a smile as he continues to show you the skills of his tongue. It’s almost as if he can hear your thoughts even as the only things that fall from your lips are muffled, cut off whimpers. In response, as if to say, “Yes, darling, that’s exactly what I’m doing,” what feels like a ball of slow, building energy rolls across the nub, fluttering and growing until your clit is surrounded by his pulsing, heated desire.

You can’t help it. You can’t help the way Cody’s cock slips from your mouth and your head throws back and you’re whining, actually whining—not in the soft, needy way but in the high-pitched, desperate, in the throes of something you couldn’t stop even if you dug your heels into the ground and tried with all your might kind of way. It’s embarrassing the way he has so effortlessly, easily, and thoroughly made you come undone, not that you could remotely bring yourself to care as it hits you.

Down come your elbows, your head unable to remain balanced, falling with a soft sound against the mattress as your orgasm seems to wash through you like a wave, traveling through the tips of your tightly curled toes to your tensing and flexing thigh muscles beneath Obi-Wan’s fingers all the way up your back, arching and squirming, resulting in sounds that fall from your lips that you would not have predicted you were capable of making.

And then it fades, slow and gentle and leaving a flush, a tingling heat against your skin as you, almost by some invisible force, are guided to anchor yourself within your breath. Someone, without words, gently coaxing it to settle and slow as you look up, dimly aware of the sweat that’s gathered at the base of your scalp.

And then you realize that you’re looking up directly into the face of Cody, who, despite his cheeks being flushed from the talents of your mouth, appears perfectly calm, composed, and controlled with his hands laced behind his back and oh, the scar that curls around his eye only highlights the glimmer of his disappointment as he contemplatively looks down at you, his gaze heavy and considering. Before he even raises a displeased eyebrow, before he even speaks, you’re hit with the weight of having done something that you were explicitly told not to do.

“Hm,” he muses, reaching down and running his fingers through your hair in a surprisingly gentle stroke that ends in an even more surprisingly sharp tug as he commands your gaze skyward, causing a soft “mm” of pleasure-pain to fall from your parted lips. When he next speaks, his voice is too measured, too conversational, sending alarm bells streaking through your mind, one after the other like passing sirens on the street, making your heart pick up in speed with the euphoric, enticingly dangerous blend of wanting to bow your head in apologetic submission or cower away and flee from the ire of his disapproval.

“And here I was thinking you were sweet and obedient.”

And with those words, you come to the understanding that you are so irrevocably fucked, and despite the anxiety that twinges in your stomach that always accompanies a misstep, having to bite down on your instinctive guilt of disappointing others, you find, for perhaps the first time, that you couldn’t be more delighted.

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