warm fur

fooltofancy  asked:

sweet pea for mace?

Sweet pea - delicate pleasures
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Mace looked at her loot, and then the large, segmented box filled with small bottles filled with pigments. Her very own powdered rainbow, each pinch of these expensive Orlesian colours worth more than Rivaini saffron.  Beside the box was a glazed clay bowl filled with beeswax and oil and a powder more blue than anything she’d seen yet.

She closed the lid of her treasure and hid it under some lambskins, when Hanna’s voice rang out behind here.

What are you doing, Mace? A high but peppery voice teased, and her girl slid down onto the cold white cave sand and warm furs behind her, leaning her chin on her shoulder, peeking at the bowl of mixed grease and blue pigment.

Mace turned in her arms and smiled her gap-toothed lush smile.

Here, she said, let me make you pretty. She dipped her fingers in the mixture, coating them in the vibrant cyan.

Not pretty enough for you? Hanna crooned. Humans didn’t talk with their ears like Mace did. They talked with their reddening cheeks and sweat.

You’ll like it, Mace said and pulled Hanna close, brushing her fingers over the girl’s forehead, over her brows and eyelids and the bridge of her nose, dabbing specks one two three in a row on her cheekbone. She wiped her fingers on her own cheeks, two streaks of cyan on each, and leaned back to admire her girl.

There. Your war paint, she said and laughed. Hanna wasn’t going to fight anyone. She was eighteen, a year older than Mace, but half her size, a runaway from some noblehouse in Kirkwall. She doubted the reasons for her ending up in the Vimmarks, but there was no doubt that the girl was used to riches and paints and all things pretty, as she now beamed with a hundred gold pieces worth of pigment smeared over her forehead and cheekbones.

A pinch of familiarity for Hanna, and a colourful dab of obscene luxury for the lanky girl from Kirkwall’s alienage. 

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The Ward....

Originally posted by jonsnowdaily

Request - Reader is one of Ned’s ward’s is secretly in love with Jon but doesn’t know that Robb, Jon and Theon are all fawning over her. 

Pairing - Jon Snow X Female Reader

Wordcount - 5.431

Warnings - Normal Game of Thrones type scenarios. 

A/N - I could do a part two to this


Ned Stark had always been a very kind and gentle man. On a particularly rough stormy night where the wind was so powerful and people struggled to walk through it, Ned was just returning home from a particularly long travel to a place where the disputes had turned from aggressive confrontation to bloody and gruesome battles, Ned had been instructed by King Robert to dissolve the quarrel and quickly, when he had heard the wails of a baby. Ned suddenly became more alert to his surroundings.  As he dismounted his horse, he began to search for the cause for the sound. Ned soon located the sound to find the small baby wrapped very scarcely in a couple of woven blankets. How could anyone leave a baby like this? Ned thought as he scooped the baby into his arms, holding it close to himself in an attempt, to share his warmth. Ned mounted his horse and continued the rest of his short journey home, praying to the old God’s that the baby would survive the cold until he could reach the warmth of the castle.
The God’s have blessed this child, Ned thought as he entered his chambers where his wife laid waiting for him, wrapped in warm furs.

“Ned is that another one of your bastard children that you insist on tormenting me with.” Catelyn snapped at her husband as she pushed the furs away from her body, whether it was to inspect the child further or to injure Ned, he couldn’t be quite sure.  

“Relax my love, this baby is not mine, I found the baby nearby abandoned in the snow. I couldn’t leave it there to suffer and die. The baby is strong, near death and still made it all the way here.” Ned laid the baby down on the furs, it’s skin with a blue tint. Yet as cold as the baby was, it was still curious looking around the room at the strange people. Catelyn, got out of bed, walking over to the baby, the baby turned out to be a little girl, with bright Y/C/E, Catelyn’s gaze melted at the sight. She had always wanted a girl, there was no doubt that Ned and herself would have more children, yet Catelyn was not going to give up the opportunity to have a little girl sooner.

“She certainly is strong, why don’t we take her in as a ward? Let’s call her Y/N, I’ve always thought it was a beautiful name.” Catelyn, picked up the newly named little girl, holding her tightly to her chest.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, my love. Y/N it is”

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“Come on, big guy, you have to come out sooner or later,” Stiles was begging at this point. Was it ironic that the human in this situation was the one begging for attention? Probably. Will Stiles mention that to Derek? No, because he values keeping his face intact.

For all his placation and begging, all he gets is a solid huff from the wolf currently hogging all of his bedding.

He had come home like any other day, dropping his backpack with a much too heavy thud when he had found the wolf sized lump curled on his bed. He had to admit, the first few times this had happened - he cooed and ‘ahh’ed at the werewolf who had taken to finding comfort in the ode de Stilinski. Now? Not so much. 

Sure, Stiles’ heart melted every time he witnessed Derek’s in full shift and tried not to break the magic of how much more tactile the man became when less hindered by his human shape. But this was the third time this week Stiles would be remaking his bed for non-jizz related reasons and that shit took effort. Not even being chased by monsters winded him quite as much as getting a fitted sheet on his mattress did.

“Der, you can’t just hide in my covers forever.”

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Okay but

Musty forest witch Roadhog, living in a small wooden hut in the deep woods. 

He goes out to gather ingredients for his brews and spells and gets followed by a pack of wild hogs everywhere. They lurk around his cabin too, serving as protectors if unfriendlies are approaching. 

The locals are dead scared of him but all he really wants is peace and quiet, so he chases any visitors off quickly by making the approach to his hut as scary as possible. (Mounted skulls, swampy mists and sinkholes litter the path) 

One night, he notices movement in the mist, a faint orange glow approaching. He thinks it’s villagers with torches come to burn him and his hut so he prepares a warding spell, but he’s surprised when he’s faced with a friendly fire spirit instead. 

The fire spirit is mischieveous, but Mako knows it’s not out to harm him. he hears it giggle in the middle of the night sometimes and knows his ingredients will have swapped places again. He doesn’t mind. He’d forgotten what it felt like to be pranked. Mako never really knew what it was like to have a friend, but he thinks he likes it.

At night, the orange glow of the spirit is a welcome companion. Mako often stays up late, brewing or writing recipes and the spirit is kind enough to provide him with the light to do so. It sometimes even points out flaws in his writing. Most of the time though, it’s curled up in Mako’s fur mantle, warm and cosy against his cheek. It’s fire burns bright, but it never hurts Mako. The little sighs of content are endearing to say the least. 

Mako often wanders out in the woods to gather shrooms for his next recipe. He thought he left the spirit safely back home today, but when he’s beset by a bear, the spirit jumps out and forms a protective circle of flames around him, the power chasing away the rabid bear. The spirit, exhausted from the display, is taken back home by Mako, where it can recharge in peace. Mako finds himself worried, lectures the spirit that it should have been more careful. 

“Had to protect you.”

It insists. Mako just sighs and thanks it for saving his life. He realizes he cares for this little troublemaker. 

Curious, Mako attempts to summon the entity behind the spirit one night and is surprised to find it is a young man, who tells him his name used to be Jamie. A forgotten beggar that died in the city streets of starvation, but who’s flame refuses to be extinguished. Jamie’s looking for his final resting place, a grave with no name. Nobody cared to know him then.

Moved by Jamie’s plight, Mako helps him find the grave, but Jamie is reluctant to move on even then. 

“I want to stay with you.”

He claims, and Mako nods. A witch and a fire spirit? There have been worse ideas.

Dog in Bed | Joyce Sidman

“Dog in Bed”
Joyce Sidman

Nose tucked under tail,
you are a warm, furred planet
centered in my bed.
All night I orbit, tangle-limbed,
in the slim space
allotted to me.

If I accidentally
bump you from sleep,
you shift, groan,
drape your chin on my hip.

O, that languid, movie-star drape!
I can never resist it.
Digging my fingers into your fur,
kneading,
     I wonder:
How do you dream?
What do you adore?
Why should your black silk ears
feel like happiness?

This is how it is with love.
Once invited,
it steps in gently,
circles twice,
and takes up as much space
as you will give it.

The Common Room Floor (Smut)

Request from @queentiffanyyy: Hi, love ur works btw! Could you do an imagine where the reader and Draco decide not to go home for the holidays because of their parents. And it gets really cold at Hogwarts, so they stay warm together on a fur rug by a fireplace, which leads to smut? Thanks xoxo

Thank you! This was so fun to write, I love it! Hope you enjoy :)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Unsurprisingly, you and Draco were the only Slytherins that stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas. Christmas with your parents sounded more like a death sentence and Draco’s parents would more than likely ignore him the whole time anyway - why suffer when you can just stay in each other’s company? You sent an owl to your parents a week before the end of term and waited on a reply that never came; they were pissed. You didn’t care. 

Staying in the Slytherin dungeons alone came with plenty of drawbacks: the eerie loneliness of the desolate bedroom quarters scared you stiff and it was unbelievably cold; in the dungeons, the only source of heat was the large marble fireplace in the common room. You lay in bed, you teeth chattering and you breath haltering before sighing. “Fuck sake.” You mumble, pulling yourself out of bed to fumble your way to the common room. You kneel down next to the fireplace, pulling out your wand to create a fire. Immediately, the warmth began to radiate throughout your body.

You leant back against the sofa that faced the fireplace, not daring to inch any further away. Your fingers traced the soft rug beneath your body, your fingertips actually managing to gain back feeling. You fell into a trance, watching the flames of the fire dancing, so entrancing that you didn’t even realise you were all of a sudden not alone. You jumped, feeling strong, cold arms wrap around your shoulders. You look to your side, smiling when you lock eyes with Draco. “Sorry for scaring you, love.” He gestures, removing his arms from around your shoulders. Your shrug. “It’s okay, you’re freezing though.” 

Draco frowns. “Came here to warm up, which I’m guessing you did too.” You nod your head, reaching out your hand to intertwine with his. Yours were basically back to normal temperature, making Draco sigh with pleasure as you began to warm his hands up. “You really are freezing.” You mention, scooting over closer to him to snuggle up to his strong frame in a small attempt to make the situation any better. You rest your head on his shoulder, his chest rising and falling with every breath. It was so quiet and for the first time in forever the two of you were fully alone - you could seriously get used to this. 

You watch the orange glow of the flames cast shadows upon his face as his lips grow into a grin. “I know what will make us warmer.” He begins, turning his head to lean closer and kiss you. You kiss him back, knowing full well he’s horny. “It’s so fucking freezing and you think we’ll be getting naked?” You question, breaking the kiss for a few seconds. “We just have to generate more heat.” He replies, cupping your face as he leans back over to kiss you. “What if someone walks in?” You ask, breaking away again. “No one’s so bored that they’re going to be wondering the castle at 3am, Y/N.” Draco replies flustered. You roll your eyes, kissing Draco back as he leans in again.

Draco’s hands explore your body, somehow managing to remove the two jumpers and t-shirt you were wearing so that you were completely naked on the top. The cold air bit at your skin but it only matched the goosebumps that were arising because of Draco’s touch. You removed his jumper and shirts as well, revealing his muscular torso from all of the years of playing Quidditch. You leant back, laying down on the fluffy rug with Draco hovering on top of you. He pulled down your pyjama bottoms and underwear, taking off his green checkered pyjama trousers as well. Draco pauses for a few seconds, his face hovering over yours a few centimetres away. You leaned up, sealing the distance with a kiss. 

The only source of lighting in the room was the fire, which cast a heavenly contour upon Draco’s structure. “You’re so perfect.” You admired in between the kiss. Draco chuckled. “The prince is far less beautiful than the princess.” You pecked his lips, “I don’t think princes typically fuck princesses in broom cupboards.” You justified. Draco’s lips brushed yours as he replied. “You’d be surprised.” Your hands which rested on Draco’s back felt his muscles relax as he lowered himself into you, the two of you immediately feeling pleasure. A gasp escapes your lips, your initial reaction being you wrapping your arms around his chest. Draco was right - the endorphins that were flooding your body were in fact making you hot and sweaty. 

“Fuck,” You managed to utter out. His hair fell in his face and the fire’s shadows flickered over every contour on his face. Beads of sweat had began to collect on his forehead and cheeks - you couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him. “You’re so perfect.” He whispered, beginning to go faster. You gasped, keeping up with the pleasure that came flooding alongside the faster pace. Draco felt so good; a slight knot in your stomach was beginning to form and you knew you were close. “I-I’m close.” You justified, causing Draco to pick up the pace even more. The two of you groaned louder - so loud, in fact, you were sure someone would hear. In a matter of seconds, you unwound with Draco, both collapsing in a sweaty heap. “You were right.” You began in between pants. “I’m toasty warm now.” Draco chuckled, sitting up. “You can stay with me tonight.” 


You woke up the next morning, Draco was already sat up, pulling on a shirt. You sit up as well, placing a gentle kiss on his porcelain shoulder. He turns around, smiling before kissing you. “Come on, we have to go to breakfast.” You return to your own room, pulling on a jumper and jeans before joining Draco in walking to breakfast. 

The two of you were tucking in quite nicely to a bowl of Rice Crispies before Dumbledore stood up, making an announcement to all thirteen of you that were eating exempt the teachers. “Good morning, students. I wish you all a pleasant day, but first I have a few things to say. First, due to the cold conditions, we have made the decision to make the castle warmer, including the dungeons.” You turn to Draco, smiling. “And secondly, I have been asked to remind you all that walls are not soundproof; teachers that are on duty can hear everything, even in the dungeons.” You feel your eyes widen and your cheeks fill with blood as Dumbledore quickly averts his gaze to you and Draco. “Shit,” You hear Draco whisper before continuing. “At least we warmed up though.” 

Hot Tub Anyone?

Happy Friday! Hello guys! This is the third part of the Hot Shower Anyone / Hot Bath Anyone fic. This was completely a anon’s idea, so thank you! I would love to hear from you if you see this :) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, I got a little blocked on this one, but it’s finally done! Enjoy your weekends! 

Warnings: Read parts 1 and 2 which are attached above, smut kind of I guess like if you squint, implied smut, language,

using this gif again i am NOT sorry

Originally posted by winterdorito

As always, your enemy of an alarm clock woke you from your beloved slumber and with your usual groan, you fell out of bed and slapped the off button on your way by. It was the only defense you had against the morning and it made you feel better to hurt the clock the way it hurt you. Or to pretend that actually worked. 

After changing into the new bathing suit that had magically appeared on your bed a few days ago and grabbing your bag, you headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast before heading down to the pool to do your laps.

You dragged your feet out of the elevator after it delivered you to the kitchen floor and crinkled your nose when you heard people speaking. Usually no one was up at this hour and you liked it that way. You loved your team, but hated any talking in the morning. 

“Morning, sunshine!” Tony yelled. 

“Why. Why are you so loud.” It was more of a statement than a question. 

You walked over to the counter where your stash of plums sat in a brown bowl. You took a juicy bite and felt Tony’s arm wrap around your shoulders. He kissed the top of your head and whispered an apology, something that would seem nice if you didn’t know he was mocking you.

“I hate to tell you this, kiddo, but the pool is closed today,” he said, handing you a paper towel to help with the plum juice sliding down your fingers. 

“Closed? What do you mean it’s closed? It’s our pool.”

“It’s only closed today, we’re get-”

“We’re gettin’ a hot tub,” Clint sang as he entered the room.

“A hot tub? Why?” You asked.

“HOT TUBS DON’T NEED A REASON!”

“SHHHHHHHHH! It’s the morning, hot shot. We’re supposed to be quiet until kiddo has her plum and swim,” Tony said.

You took another bite of your fruit and shoved Tony playfully. “But seriously, why do we need a hot tub?”

“Somethin’ about how you’re cold all the time,” Clint said.

“What?” You asked with a full mouth.

“We’re getting one installed so you can warm up after your laps instead of racing hypothermia on your way to the shower,” Tony explained.

“It was Barnes’ idea. He said you’re always freezing after you swim in the morning. That’s why he got you that new suit,” Clint said, pointing to you.

“Bucky got me this?” you said, looking down at the mystery suit.

“Yeah. He didn’t tell you? He had it specially made to be super warm. Somethin’ about seal fur,” Clint said, taking a sip of his day old coffee he had found on the counter. 

You looked at Tony for an explanation. He sighed and rolled his eyes at Clint. “It has two layers. The threads of fabric in each layer run the opposite way, so the water never touches any skin that’s covered by the suit.”

“He did that?” you whispered more to yourself than anyone else. 

“I had the SHIELD insignia put on the hip. That was my idea.”

You giggled, taken out of your surprised haze by Tony’s pride. “Thank you, Tony. It really makes it.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo.”

You had just finished your plum when you heard what sounded like the rest of the team walking down the hall to the kitchen. Natasha was followed by Sam and you heard Steve talking to who must have been Bucky behind them. You didn’t wait to watch them come in. You and Bucky hadn’t talked much since the whole bath sharing incident. You blamed it on shyness, even though you didn’t know Bucky to be bashful about anything. But you didn’t want to think about that right now.

“Oh, good. The gang’s all here.”

“Well, you did call a team meeting, Tony,” Steve said, pulling a stool up next to the counter.

“You did?” you asked.

“I waited until you were up.” Your look of confusion prompted him to explain. “You get grumpy if someone wakes you up.”

You breathed out a laugh and rolled your eyes. He wasn’t wrong.

“I wanted to invite you all to the party tomorrow to celebrate the installment of the new hot tub downstairs,” Tony announced. 

“I would think we’d be invited. We live here,” Sam quipped.

“Except you,” Tony said, pointing to Sam. “Everyone else, the party starts at 8. Please don’t be late or embarrassing.”

“We know (Y/N)’s excited, she’s already dressed for the party,” Bucky said, pointing to your bathing suit. Your rolled your eyes and held your tongue.

“She didn’t get the memo that the pool floor was closed today,” Tony defended. 

“Yeah, she was sleeping when Tony told us all,” Steve said, making chuckles echo throughout the room. 

“Why is everyone bashing my sleep patterns today?!”

“Not bashing, just stating a fact,” Steve said over his shoulder as he followed Natasha and Sam out.

“Ridiculous. I get eight hours of sleep. That’s what you’re supposed to get,” you mumbled to yourself as your pulled an over-sized sweatshirt out of your bag and slipped it over your head. When you emerged, the only other person in the room was Bucky.

“They’re just jealous you can get eight hours of sleep. They have to get up before dawn in order to make it to the early bird elderly special,” Bucky said, grabbing plum. 

You laughed, just happy he opted to stay in the room with you instead of taking the escape route. You didn’t like tip-toeing around him and you missed the friendly banter you two always shared.

“Nice suit. Looks warm,” he said, taking a bite of his plum, resulting in juice decorating his chin. 

You smiled and handed him a paper towel. “It just found its way into my room a couple days ago. It’s a great suit, someone put a lot of thought into it.”

Despite the clean paper towel, purple juice ran down Bucky’s chin in a stream. “Jeez, these are ripe, huh?” he laughed, wiping his face. You pointed to a spot on yourself and shook your head when he kept missing the mess. “Here,” you said, taking the towel from him and wiping his chin and cheek. “You’re a slob,” trying to combat the butterflies that took root in your stomach.

He chuckled and thanked you. “Well, it sounds like a mystery suit to me,” he said, bringing the conversation back around to avoid silence. 

“Mmhmm.”

“Well,” he said with a last bite, “Now that Tony’s “very important meeting” is over, I’m gonna go for a run.” He neatly tossed his paper towel rolled pit into the garbage and gave his mouth one last wipe with the back of his hand. “Wanna join? Since you can’t swim today.”

“Oh, no. I do not run.”

“Fine. I guess I’ll just be lonely then,” he said, leaning into you with a fake pout.

“Get goin’,” you said, pushing him away, making him laugh.

You watched him run out of the kitchen into the hallway and couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. However, you couldn’t stop the back of your mind from thinking about the hot tub. If it was his idea, maybe he didn’t enjoy being your personal heater as much as you thought he did. 


The rest of the day dragged by. You cleaned and did the laundry that was begging to be done, all the while thinking about Bucky and already feeling nervous about the party the next day, which you felt ridiculous about. There was no need to feel anxious about a party in your own tower. 

It was getting later, but you knew any efforts to sleep would be fruitless with the way your mind was constantly wandering. You decided to take this time to enjoy a book, sitting in a huge leather chair by the window in your room. Miraculously, you were able to stay focused as you ripped through chapter after chapter.  

A few hours later, you were about halfway through your book, your legs tucked up under you, the lights from the adjacent buildings shining through your window when your door opened without a knock.

“(Y/N).”

The voice made you jump. When you looked up from your book and saw who it was, you rolled your eyes. “Bucky. Jesus, can’t you knock? What time is it?”

“Come with me,” he said, leaning on the doorknob, jerking his head in the direction of the hallway.

“Why?”

“Just come with me, doll.”

“But,” you muttered, hesitantly dogearing the page. “I’m almost done with this chapter.”

He lowered his head and breathed out a laugh with closed eyes. He opened your door all the way and jogged over to you. He gently took the book from your hands and laid in on the bed, careful not to loose your page. The next thing you knew, he was lifting you out of your chair and carrying you out the door and into the hallway,

“Bucky! Buck, put me down!” you whisper screamed, scared his shenanigans would wake up the team. 

“But this is fun,” he said grinning at you, as calm as ever.

“James Buchanan Barnes, put me down,” you said as sternly as possible, looking at how far away the ground was.

“Add a “Sargent” to that and I will,” he winked, pressing the button to call the elevator. 

“Bucky,” you hissed and slapped his chest playfully. The hard muscle you felt under your fingertips made you pay more attention to his arms all around you. Bucky was carrying you. You worked to hide your blush and the squeal rising in your chest as the elevator doors opened and he walked inside, still holding you.

“Alright, alright,” he said. He gently put your feet on the ground and steadied you. You immediately missed his warmth and strong arms around you. However, your longing was paused when you saw him push the “P” button when the elevator doors closed. 

“But it’s closed.”

“It was closed,” he winked, one eyebrow cocked high above the other. 

The ground stopped moving below your feet and the doors before you parted to show a ghostly quiet pool room. But now, to the right of the Olympic sized pool, was a large hot tub bubbling away. You also noticed the decorations already in place for tomorrow’s party. Tasteful tiki lights stood tall in every corner, as well as smaller lights hanging low just above the hot tub, mirrored in the water. Flowers paved the way on the shining tile floor and were piled around the walls of the tub and pool. 

You only realized you were staring when Bucky entangled his fingers in yours and started pulling you away from the elevator. 

“Tony said we can’t use it until tomorrow,” you said.

“Technically, it is tomorrow,” he said, looking at the clock on the wall.

You laughed, but you were still concerned, which Bucky picked up on. “Relax, he told me I could bring you down here early.”

“That’s uncharacteristically chill of him,” you laughed, taking a step closer to the tub and watching the lights reflect off the stirring water. 

“Well, it is your hot tub,” Bucky said, easily taking off his shirt by the back of its neck. His golden skin was pulled tight against the lines of his muscles and you watched them move like melted chocolate as he messily pulled his long hair into a bun at the nape of his neck. The next to go was his shorts, which he gracefully pulled off, folded and tossed in the corner on top of his shirt. 

He stood there, one eyebrow cocked high above the other in only his loose, white boxer briefs. When you didn’t move, he strolled over to you until his outstretched fingers grasped at the bottom of your over sized pajama shirt. “Would you like some help?”

“No, I got it,” you said, trying to remember what the hell you had on under these pajamas. 

He smiled kindly at you, nothing teasing or cocky hiding behind his grin, which made the tension drop from your shoulders. As he turned around and stepped into the tub, you pulled your shirt over your head to reveal a grey sports bra. You cursed yourself for not wearing something prettier, but you reminded yourself that you were planning to go to sleep before Bucky came into your room. And that things could be much worse since you did own your fair share of granny panties. 

He has seen me naked, you reminded yourself, as you pulled off your pajama shorts and quickly stepped into the tub. You situated yourself across the tub from him next to a jet. When you looked over to him, he had a sad looking smile on his face. You cocked your head to the side as if to ask what was wrong. 

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I messed this whole thing up.” His usual smirk was gone and he was watching the water swish and slosh around his fingers as he moved them side to side.

“What thing?”

“This.” He gestured to the both of you. “Whatever this is.” He sounded exasperated and you wished he would explain more. You moved to the other side of the tub and sat next to him on the ledge. Only when you grabbed his hand did he finally look at you.

“What’s goin’ on, Buck?”

Through his thick lashes and loose strands of hair, you could see his eyes shining again as the corners of his mouth turned up at you. “I’ve completely fallen for you and you have no idea, doll.” He laughed at your raised eyebrows and continued. “Every time I try to talk about it with ya, someone walks in the room or Tony throws a party or we’re on a mission. But it’s all I can think of to say around ya. That’s why I’ve been so quiet lately, sweetheart. I didn’t want it to slip out at a bad time.”

His fingers were gently running through your hair and rubbing your cheek as he spoke. His eyes floated over your face, like he was taking in your every feature, trying to memorize it for later.

“What’s goin’ on in that head a yours?” he finally asked.

You laughed and finally let free a wide smile you had been holding in. Instead of trying to explain all the happiness and relief you felt, you cupped both sides of his face and pulled him to you. You felt his soft lips smile and begin to play with yours as the kiss deepened.

His flesh fingers ran through your locks with care and held the back of your head while his metal hand slid around your bare back and pulled you closer to him. His smooth skin under your fingertips was practically burning. You pulled away and smiled when you saw his chest and ears turning a deep shade of red. Between the heated kiss and the hot water of the tub, you were both damp with sweat. 

“Let’s move this somewhere cooler, huh?” He said shyly.

He stood up and stepped out of the tub, his wet briefs clinging to his frame. He turned back to you and offered a hand to help you up. You followed him over to the edge of the pool, your small hand enclosed in his. A plan hatching in your mind, you cupped both side of his face and brought him to you for another kiss. When he was just distracted enough, you pushed him with all the strength you could muster until he fell over into the pool, yelling your name.

He emerged from the water to find you laughing, proud of your plan that made things between you feel a little bit more normal. “Well, are you gonna join me?” he asked, his hands swishing in the water to keep him afloat in the deep water.

You laughed lean off the edge, calmly diving into the water in the space next to him. When you floated back to the top, you placed your back against the edge of the pool, inviting Bucky to come closer to you. He balanced his hands on either side of you as you studied him with a smile plastered on your face. 

“What?” he asked, sensing that your mind was whirring.

“Nothin’.”

He leaned into you. “Doesn’t look like nothin’,” he mumbled into your neck, placing kisses on your skin between the words. When he was done, he pulled away to look at you again, causing you to hold in a groan.

“I’ve fallen for you too, Buck.”

His smile grew bright and toothy, but you could only admire it for a second before he kissed your cheek. Running his nose from your jaw to your ear, he mumbled, “Good,” making your giggle. He made his way to your mouth and met your lips gently. His kisses were simple and soft as he held himself up in the water.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to hold the both of you up by the edge of the pool. Tilting your head, you furiously kissed him, growing impatient and more passionate. You could hardly hear his heavy breathing under your thrashing heartbeat. 

“Oh, screw this,” he said against your lips. He turned you around so you could grab onto the ledge of the pool and pulled himself up out of the water, sitting to face you. He pulled you up on his lap with ease, so your legs were straddling his hips.

Once again, his lips crashed onto yours and his hands found your hips, holding onto them tightly. Your fingers found his bun and freed his hair from the tie, tactfully placing it around your wrist and running your hands through his damp locks. Your work made him groan, which your felt rumble through his chest. 

Your fingers traced his skin, working to memorize every inch of muscle and scar by only touch. He pushed your hips around, and you felt his hard member between your legs. The thin fabric of your underwear did little to shield your clit as he rocked you back and forth.

Your whimpers evoked grumbling moans from Bucky’s mouth, only sending you spiraling down the hole with more speed. “Bucky,” you whined. “Let’s-let’s go-”

“Upstairs,” he finished for you.

You pulled away from him, the world slowly turning back into place and then stopping, your mind a little clearer. He was smiling at you with such fondness. He kissed your forehead and you climbed off of him and you both grabbed your things and messily threw enough clothing on to get you upstairs. 

He held your hand and led you over to the elevator which opened right away, ready to take you to your rooms. When you entered, Bucky swung his arms around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. You could feel his heart still pounding. “I love you doll.”

“You looked up at him and grinned. “I love you too, Buck.”

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Rebelcaptain -- finding the other wearing their clothes ;)

It’s been twenty days when Jyn finally picks the lock to Cassian’s room. It’s surprisingly easy, for a man so paranoid about security and watching his back, but Jyn understands when she gets in. The room is almost empty–a bed, a wardrobe, a desk. The bed is neatly made; the wardrobe closed, the desk clear. It’s like the first time Jyn had rifled through Cassian’s bag, before Jedha so long ago; nothing personal. A man who travels light. 

It’s not surprising–Jyn hadn’t expected hoarding here–but something in her is still disappointed. She’d wanted–something. Some remnant of him, because there’s nothing else in this base. K2 is with him, a small comfort when they’re both too deep for communications; she is fond of Bodhi and Baze and Chirrut but they aren’t Cassian, aren’t a part of him. They’re worried, after twenty days of silence, but Chirrut’s faith is absolute, and Bodhi’s belief in Cassian’s competence edges onto hero worship sometimes, and Baze’s cynicism has resigned him to the worst. They don’t understand this fear, twisting in her, fear and anger at the impotence of waiting. She’s waited before, for people who never came, and all she has is a crystal necklace to show for it. 

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