“God damn it!” Bobbi hisses as the ‘assemble’ ringtone goes off.
“Third time, really? Y’know, maybe it’s a sign,” her date says as he pushes off her couch, “that we’re not meant to be anything more.” She stares up at him with a cold smile before getting to her feet and heading toward the door, throwing it open as soon as she can.
“Fine. We’re done. Happy?” He scoffs as he picks his jacket up off the back of her couch and walks out of her apartment. He turns around to say one last thing but she slams the door in his face before he can even open his mouth. “Douchebag,” she mutters, then sighs as she heads toward her closet.
It doesn’t take long for her to slip into her suit and double check her pockets and staves. She heads out the door in a matter of minutes, stealing the cab from her ex-fling with a smug wave.
“Drive,” she orders and the driver turns his head.
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bobbi hobbles into her bunk, wrinkling her nose as her crutches scrape against the door.
“hello, love,” lance calls from the bathroom. her frown quickly turns into a smile and she leans up against the wall. it’s one of her better days, in terms of how she’s feeling, and she wants to spend it with him.
he peers out when she doesn’t respond, a grin splitting his face when he sees her. bobbi looks happy. truly happy. and it’s wonderful to see.
“hi,” she says softly, her eyes alight with a spark he hasn’t seen in a long time.
he crosses the room to her, only aware that he’s just in a towel when he stops in front of her. her gaze never drops, she just loops her arms around his neck and holds him close.
“everything alright?” he asks, careful not to overstep, sighing in relief when she nods.
she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip before leaning in to kiss him. lance inhales sharply, frozen for a few seconds. she stiffens and tries to pull away, whining in the back of her throat when he kisses back, nearly pressing her against the wall.
“shit, bob,” he breathes, pulling back and looking her over. she shakes her head and cups the back of his neck, trying to pull him in once more.
“i’m fine, baby, just…” she trails off, searching his eyes almost shyly. ”kiss me.”
he leans in warily, still worried about her, and the air stutters into her lungs as he presses his lips to hers. bobbi whimpers as she tugs him against her, his bare chest pressed to hers.
lance doesn’t stop kissing her as he pushes her crutches to the side, not even caring when they fall to the ground with a loud clatter. he’s gentle as he lifts her up, careful about her knee as he walks her to the bed.
he settles her onto the mattress and chuckles as she loosens the knot of his towel, pushing it from his hips.
“bob-.”
”please, hunter,” bobbi begs, arching up into him. she takes his hand and brings it down between her legs, where she’s hot, even over her jeans. ”touch me.”
he shudders against her and her eyes roves up and down his body, the flush spreading down to his chest, his muscles bunching and flexing under his skin. she feels him against her thigh, hot and heavy and hard.
“please, baby.” she kisses along his jaw and curls her hands around his hips. his fingers nimbly delve inside her jeans, down the waistband of her underwear, and she jerks as his fingertip nudges over her clit.
“like this?” he asks lowly, a sensitive note to his voice, like he’s still a bit wary. she nods and pushes up into his touch, screwing her eyes shut as she pants against his mouth.
“more, i—.” she cuts off with a strangled moan, slamming her fist against the bed. “i need you inside me.”
lance’s eyes widen and he can’t get her pants off fast enough, his mouth following the denim as he drags it down her legs. he slows as he reaches the mess of scars along her right leg, planting soft kisses to the tender skin, and it makes bobbi shudder.
he hums a quiet laugh as she impatiently tugs at his hair, not even trying to get him just a few inches higher, she wants to lose herself in the wet heat of his mouth as he presses deep inside her. she needs him, needs to hold him as close as humanly possible.
Do you even understand how many Soulmate AUs can be written only bc of episode 3x04 of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D??? And it hasn't been done yet??? Why??? It's been a year and a half??? Times like these I wish I could write.
cc anon: bobbi sucking lance off while he’s speaking on the phone
pls give me them on stakeouts and it always ends up with them ~entertaining~ one another.
v nsfw duh
the phone rings and lance curses like a sailor, fumbling blindly for the damn thing.
“shit, it’s mack.”
“answer it,” bobbi murmurs, nipping at his inner thigh. his leg nearly catches her in the chest, but she pushes down on his knee and raises an eyebrow. “c’mon.”
he hesitates for a second before hitting answer, covering his eyes with his hand.
“mack, what is i-it?” he stammers as bobbi takes him in her mouth completely, catching him off-guard. his free hand flies to her head, fingers tangling in her hair and gently holding her in place. she bobs up and down, doing something confounded with her tongue. it makes his ears ring, eyelids fluttering shut as he arches off the car seat.
“yeah, sorry mate, could you repeat that?”
“i asked how the stakeout was going,” mack replies with a chuckle. “everything okay?”
“yeah just-. thought i saw something,” lance pants, mouth falling open. she looks up through her eyelashes and wraps one hand around the base of his cock, the other rolling his balls in her palm. he very nearly avoids thrusting up into the tight, wet heat of her mouth as she sucks while flicking her tongue right beneath the head. “it’s a stakeout, not much is-. exciting.”
“yeah? i’m surprised barbara hasn’t killed you yet.”
“she’d kill you if she heard that,” he jokes breathlessly, forcing his eyes open to watch bobbi suck him off. “nah mate, it’s fine. nice to have some time together.”
“i know she’s been wanting to get you alone for some time,” mack says, his grin coming through loud and clear over the phone. lance snorts, knowing fully well that mack doesn’t have a clue as to why he’s laughing.
her eyes twinkle devilishly and she slides down all the way, his cock bumping the back of her throat. lance’s face turns red as he attempts to stay quiet, hand leaving her hair so he can bite at his knuckle. she sucks hard and white flashes before his eyes as he jerks up, gripping the phone so tightly it hurts (well, it’d hurt if he could actually feel anything else).
bobbi scrapes her nails down his thigh as she nuzzles the wiry hairs on his groin, gently squeezing his balls with her other hand.
“anything interesting to report?” mack asks, completely unaware of lance’s current predicament, and it’d be hilarious if he wasn’t trying so desperately to keep quiet.
“maybe something,” he grits out, fingers curling around the edge of the center console, keeping him grounded. “gotta investigate, call you back.” lance jams his thumb against the ‘end call’ button, just barely checking that the call has actually ended before he drops the phone somewhere.
“bo-. shit i’m-,” he grunts, trying his best to warn her. bobbi simply hums and presses the flat of her tongue along his cock, dragging it up and down as she hollows her cheeks.
he comes with a loud shout, eyes rolling back in his head as she swallows. he can just barely feel her throat clenching around the head of his cock, drawing his orgasm out even further. lance whines as she pulls off, ducking back down to lap at the head, making sure to get every last drop.
lance somehow manages to focus his gaze on her after a few minutes, mind sluggishly trying to reboot. he finds her still draped over his knee, head pillowed on her forearm, staring up at him with that little twinkle in her eye.
“you-. oh,” he moans, quickly turning into laughter, and he tugs at her chin, beckoning her up. she follows willingly, settling on top of him as best she can while still half-seated in the passenger seat of the car.
“is that what you had in mind?” she snickers, pressing her lips to the corner of his mouth.
“sweetheart, when i asked for you to entertain me, i sure as hell didn’t mean that,” he responds lightheartedly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he noses along her cheek. “but bloody hell, i’ll take it.”
“yeah, well.” she kisses him again, sighing as he licks into her mouth, surely tasting himself on her tongue. “you owe me.”
“love, i’ll make it up to you however you want. however many times you want. you name it.” he peppers kisses all over her face and neck, making her squeal and writhe on top of him, giggling all the while.
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not exactly a fully fledged fic but more along the lines of mental rambling; very nsfw
basically every time they have sex, let's be real here. lance spends so much goddamn time on her breasts, lavishing them with attention, mouth on one and a hand on the other, trying to make sure he's spent an equal amount of time on each before kissing down her body, marveling at the definition of her stomach, planes and ridges casting beautifully stark shadows in the lowlight of their bedroom (when they're actually IN a bed, not that that's too often).
licking the ridge of her hipbones, nuzzling the softness of her belly, digging the sharp of his tooth in there. bobbi jumps and the hand on the back of his head grips tighter, and he looks up through half lidded eyes as he kisses lower still.
he passes right where she wants his mouth most, instead showering her thighs with attention. god, he loves her thighs; she could kill a man with her thighs (...she has before and it's still one of the hottest things to him - always says dying with his head between her thighs would be the best way to go). he nips and sucks until their are bruises purpling the soft skin there, the hand in his hair insistently tugging him to the apex of her legs.
lance basically melts into her, sighing as he finally gets his mouth on her, his world narrowing to nothing but her, soft and wet and sweet on his tongue. over the years, he's learned to play her like a maestro to an instrument, not even wasting thought processes on how he licks and sucks; it's second nature really, almost like breathing. each of his arms wrapped around a thigh, fingers spreading her open so he can find those spots that make her tic and shiver and grind up on his face.
when she starts to tremble, thighs twitching shut around his head, brief little moments where the world goes completely black, he pulls his hand back and sinks two fingers into her, wasting no time in pumping them in and out as he laps at her clit with little kitten licks.
he loves watching her shatter apart around his fingers, under his tongue, hips bucking, nearly catching him in the nose as she arches off the bed, even as he tries to hold her down.
he loves just sitting there as she comes back down, just lazily mouthing at her until she goes completely boneless, weakly petting his hair, trying to encourage him up with what little energy she has.
she tries to wrap her fingers around his cock, but he gently nudges her hand away, stripping it quickly, once, twice, three times before he's coming, spurting between their sweaty bodies. he hangs his head against her collarbone, quietly grunting as he remembers how to function again.
bobbi doesn't even care when he settles his full weight on top of her, no doubt smearing sweat and come all over their skin. her fingers slip on his chin, shiny and slick from her, as she tugs him into a kiss, pulling him down on top of her, sighing when she licks into his mouth, tastes herself on his tongue. he slumps on top of her, face mashed into the sheets just above her shoulder, and she manages enough energy to twist her head and kiss the side of his face, half heartedly hooking her leg behind his, keeping him there as they doze.
curious cat anon: huntinbird finding out they’re pregnant just after the events of parting shot
yeah. i write a lot ok.
bobbi gets to her feet and tugs her underwear up, sighing heavily as she flushes the toilet. she takes a look at the test; it’s irrational, but she has to make sure it hasn’t already finished.
she braces her hands on the sink and looks up at herself in the mirror. she forces a smile, more grim than anything, and drops it almost as suddenly. it feels like there’s a stampede in her stomach, threatening to overtake her completely.
they’re at the latest motel of the week, some shitty hole in the wall where they didn’t even ask for licenses. lance is still fast asleep (hopefully); she’d waited till he passed out before sneaking off to the bathroom, box in hand.
he’d gotten gas, she went inside to use the bathroom, and discretely picked up a test on her way out. she’s a week late.
bobbi has been late only once before. and it had turned out she was pregnant then.
so, now she waits for this test to hurry the fuck up and finish already, fingers drumming nervously on the cracked porcelain.
there’s a quiet knock on the door and she damn near jumps out of her skin, pressing a shaky hand to her mouth.
“bob? you alright?” she quickly snatches the test and hides it up her sleeve, thankful she’d had the foresight to grab his henley on her way in. she opens the door and offers him a smile, tears pricking at her eyes.
“yeah, i’m fine,” she responds, voice wavering, and she curses inwardly. “just… nightmare.” lance swipes his thumb over her cheek as a tear spills over, and he pulls her into a sleepy hug, and something about it reminds her of home, a word she hasn’t thought of in a long time.
“you sure you’re okay?” he murmurs, fingers drawing light circles on her hips. bobbi nods and looks down between them, unable to meet his gaze. he presses a gentle kiss to her forehead and tucks her hair behind her ear. she fidgets anxiously, making sure to keep the hidden test from pressing against him. yes, he’s half-awake, but he can be observant too, when he wants to be. “need anything?”
“no, really, i’m okay. go back to bed i’ll meet you out there.” lance kisses her softly and smiles before heading back out, leaving the door open just a crack.
she shuts the door immediately, flicking the lock as well for extra measure, and she lets the test slip back into her palm.
sure enough, two little lines scream up at her.
calmly, bobbi sets the test on the sink and leans against the wall behind her, letting her back slide down, down, down, until she’s sitting on the floor. without any preamble, she sobs into her hands, trying her best to muffle the noise.
they’re fugitives, on the run from nearly every government agency, and now with a baby on the way, and she doesn’t have a clue as to what the fuck she should do.
-
“lance,” she murmurs, taking a seat next to him. he briefly tears his gaze away from his book to flash a smile at her, fingers automatically lacing with hers. when he doesn’t make any move to talk, she quietly reaches out and takes the book from his hands, slipping the bookmark into place and setting it aside.
“bob?” he asks, frowning as he sits up, pressing the nosepiece of his reading glasses. “what’s up?” she sighs and looks down at her lap.
today marks two weeks exactly since she took the test, and she’s starting to feel the nausea set in, feeling tired all the time as well. she knows she can’t hide it for much longer; lance is much more observant than he lets on, he’ll notice when she starts acting differently.
“there’s something i have to tell you,” she finally says, the words shaking out of her lungs. her heart’s racing a mile a minute and she’s just about ready to jump out of her damn skin. lance sits up, squeezing her hand comfortingly, and she smiles in spite of everything.
“what’s going on?” he asks, that nervous wrinkle making an appearance between his brows. she thumbs it away before she can think twice, letting her fingers trail down to his jaw. her palm settles against his neck, right where his pulse beats the strongest, and she exhales slowly, steadying herself.
bobbi doesn’t say anything, simply pulls her hand free to reach into her pocket, carefully placing the stick in his downturned palm. he frowns harder, twisting his wrist over to get a closer look.
his face explodes with emotion suddenly, a million and ten different ones flitting across his face in a matter of seconds, before pure shock finally settles into place.
“you’re-?”
“yeah,” she replies with a soft smile, cheeks flaring up in heat. he hasn’t shouted or started running in circles, but she’s knows it’s coming; it did last time too.
his gaze flicks between the test, her stomach, and her face, features alight with joy. the pit of anxiety unfurls and she sags in relief, leaning forward to press her forehead to his shoulder.
“i’m-. you’re-. we’re-.” he starts a million unfinished sentences, clutching the test so tightly in one hand. the other comes up to cup her cheek, pulling her back so he can get a good look at her.
laughter’s bubbling in her throat as tears shine in her eyes, and she wraps her hand around his that’s holding the test, folding his fingers around it even tighter.
“you’re pregnant?”
“according to that test from two weeks ago, yes.” he beams, turning the test over and over in his palm.
“two weeks?” lance can’t help but kiss her then, smiling against her mouth. “why didn’t you tell me then, i would’ve-.”
“i know,” she cuts in, squeezing his hand. “but we were still figuring things out. and-.” her throat thickens but she swallows around the lump and pushes on, leaning into his side.
“and i was scared,” bobbi chokes out, smiling all the while. he suddenly kisses her once more, pulling his hand free to cup her other cheek, test still in his grasp.
“you don’t have to be scared,” he sighs when they break for air, trying to scoot as close possible to her. she chuckles and pets his side.
“i know. i'm not scared anymore.” he falls backward then, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes, laughing in disbelief.
“we’re gonna have a baby!” he exclaims, jumping to his feet, tugging her up with him, arms winding around her waist. bobbi shrieks as he lifts her and spins her around, setting her down after her heatless protests.
lance falls to his knees almost instantly, burying his face in her stomach with a silent sob, shoulders shaking with it. she cards her fingers through his hair and hunches over to kiss the top of his head.
“oh, bob,” he gushes, getting to his feet and practically tackling her to the couch. she shushes him as he wiggles them around until she’s lying on top of him, his face pressed to her shoulder, pulling her down tight against him. “bobbi-.”
“shhh,” she whispers, curling her arm around his head and holding him close, letting herself settle on top of him.
“i love you.” his hand drops to her hip, thumb sweeping over her side. “i love you,” he says pointedly, and her stomach twists up, in the best way possible, at him already addressing the baby.
curious cat anon: can you write something about lance being late and in a hurry and bobbi teasing him just to drive him crazy and it issues with a quick rough fuck with bobbi bent over the kitchen counter 👀
this got way too long. again.
nsfw under the cut. very nsfw.
lance rushes around the kitchen, trying to get everything he needs together. he's got his head and one arm in his shirt, his pants pulled up around his waist but not done up, and a toothbrush in one hand.
“babe, chill out for a sec,” bobbi snorts, hopping up on the counter. “you'll get more stuff done if you breathe.”
“i don't have time to breathe, bob,” he sighs in derision, sticking the toothbrush in his mouth as he pours coffee into a mug. "i've got five minutes before i have to leave and i don't even have shoes on."
“hunter, i'm not even sure you have underwear on.” that makes him stop in his tracks and he looks down, cursing under his breath when he finds that she's right. he sprints back into the bedroom and she chuckles, leaning back against the cupboards.
“stop distracting me,” he grits out as he runs back into the kitchen, jumping to pull his pants up.
“i’m just sitting here, how is that distracting you?” lance looks up at her, eyes darkening for a second as his gaze roves over her. her blood runs warmer and she spreads her legs the tiniest bit, letting her hand slide between her thighs, fingers grazing warm, damp fabric. “you mean, like this?”
“bob, i swear…”
her lips fall open and she lets out a quiet moan as her head tips backward, lifting her hips into her hand as she braces her other hand on the counter behind her. his mouth is suddenly on her neck, teeth nipping at the delicate skin, and she hooks her ankle around his knee.
“you're gonna make me late, christ, woman.” bobbi chuckles breathlessly and curls her fingers, inhaling sharply and twitching in pleasure.
“like you were gonna be on time in the first place,” she teases. lance takes ahold of her wrist and tugs her hand free, forcing his hips into hers. she arches into him, gripping at his shoulder and holding him to her neck, teeth still scraping over the delicate skin there.
“not with you, sitting there in, god dammit bob, that’s my nice shirt!”
“still coherent? clearly i’m doing something wrong.” she grins widely, mouth falling open as she drops her head back farther, hair tickling her back. he growls and takes a step back, yanking her to her feet before spinning her around.
he steps into her space, walking her up against the counter, grinding his hips into hers. she pushes back against him, groaning lowly when she feels his dick press against her ass, hard and heavy.
“you just won’t fucking stop, will you?” he growls in her ear. bobbi can’t help but laugh, a smile stretching across her face, quickly turning into a sharp exhale when he holds her underwear to the side, pushing his middle finger inside her. she arches her back and pushes back against the counter, groaning when his fist presses against the backs of her thighs.
“c’mon, hunter,” she goads, grinding back against him. he slips another finger inside her, opening her, the slightest edge of pain making it everything she needs. “gonna sit here and tease me and be even later?” he grunts and tugs his fingers out, leaving her gasping and pushing back against air as he shoves his briefs down around his thighs.
he pushes into her with no preamble, sending her scrabbling against the counter, nails scratching over the surface. the breath shudders out of her lungs as he bottoms out, his hips flush against her ass.
the first thrust has her jolting forward, cheek pressing to the acrylic. lance puts a hand to the small of her back, with just enough pressure that she can’t quite push herself back up. she lets out a loud moan, lifting her ass to meet his thrusts.
“that all you got?” she teases breathlessly, keening as he slams into her, filling her absolutely gorgeously. he snarls and fists his hand in her hair, winding his fingers through the strands and tugging up. it puts her back at a sharp angle that aches in the best way possible. he wrenches her head to the side and bites at her neck, dragging his teeth over the heated flesh.
“this enough for you?” she sighs as she reaches a hand up, grasping at the back of his neck, holding him in place. he digs his nails into her hip, sure to leave bruises, and she shudders. his hand slips down between her thighs, parting her soaked flesh and rubbing tight circles into her clit.
“still… gonna… be late,” she pants, eyelids fluttering as she tries to hold them open. lance growls into her neck and curls his fingers, his nail catching on the underside of her clit. she shatters apart almost instantly, just barely able to push back as lance fucks up into her.
he groans into her sweat-soaked skin as she flutters down around him, feeling close himself. she finally stops clenching around him, collapsing to the counter in a boneless heap. his hips rabbit into hers, desperate to get off, and she squeezes around him.
“you gonna come?” she asks breathlessly, a hint of a tease in her voice. lance closes his teeth around her shoulder and grunts into her skin as he spills into her. she whimpers and drops her head to the counter, weakly lifting her hips into his.
“hey babe.”
“what?” he groans softly, trailing kisses up her neck.
