#So I apologize if this looks a bit rough 😅

[witchywithwhiskey]

🌝 booping trucker!ari while cockwarming

Chi, you wonderful menace, you have no idea what you've done to me!! this was going to be a short little scene and then it turned into THIS i'm sorry

bored on the road

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: you're bored on the road and it gets you into trouble.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, cock warming, object insertion, sadism/masochism, slight bratting/brat taming, choking, breathplay, painplay, face slapping, come play/come eating, exhibitionism, dirty talk, daddy kink, heavy degradation, some praise, brief objectification, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kiddo), possessive sex, tiny bit of aftercare, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, a mean hot man

word count: 4.7k

a/n: i know we're like almost a week past the tumblr boop fest but work was rough this week so apologies that this is a little late!!! also uh, this got way filthier than i was expecting so please enjoy i guess?? 😅

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Your head lay on Ari’s shoulder, the warm afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window of his truck and landing on your face, making you sleepy. But, though you were comfortable with your legs straddling Ari’s lap and your chest pressed so close to his that you could feel his heart beating against your sternum, sleep didn’t come.

You sat on your trucker’s lap, your bodies joined in the most intimate way while he navigated his rig through the frustratingly dull traffic on a dusty highway somewhere in the midwest. Both of you were quiet—Ari because he shut down all your attempts at conversation and you because you’d grown tired of trying to get him to talk. 

Though he wouldn’t talk, Ari wanted you on his lap, your tight, soft hole keeping him warm while he drove. You’d acquiesced as always, happy to follow his command, to be useful and connected to your trucker.

Still, you were bored. 

You’d turned your head to look out the window, but with traffic creeping along so slowly and nothing but the endless, barren desert stretching out beyond the road, there wasn’t much to look at. You could feel a restlessness thrumming beneath your skin, urging you to move, to do something, even as you tried to push it down. 

Ari had made it clear he didn’t want to talk, and you knew well enough he wanted you to be a quiet, well-behaved little cockwarmer. You wanted to be that for him, you wanted to be content with cockwarming him like you so often were, but that restlessness clawed through your body until you finally succumbed to its siren’s song.

Sitting up straight, you wiggled your hips, watching your trucker’s face for a reaction as his cock shifted deep in your cunt. Though you knew it felt good for him, Ari merely grunted at the sensation, flicking a warning glare at you. Pouting, you squeezed him with your inner walls, clenching down hard enough to wring a huffed sound of exasperation out of him.

“Sit still,” he scolded in a low, rumbling growl, his words barely discernible in his gruff grumble. One of his hands shifted from the steering wheel to your lower back, pressing you down on his cock so the tip of him ground against a spot inside you that made your lashes flutter with pleasure.

Instead of settling you, his words and his hand on your back only made the frustrating restlessness worse. So you stared at your trucker in quiet contemplation for a moment. 

Ari’s handsome face was hardened into a severe expression as he stared out at the unrelenting traffic clogging the interstate. His blue eyes were dulled with boredom and frustration of his own, the edges of his mouth pulled down in a frown framed perfectly but his dark beard. His brown hair hung down on either side of his face, calling attention to his handsomeness—and his unhappiness. 

An idea came to you suddenly. A terrible idea. A wonderfully terrible idea. 

Before you could think better of it, you booped Ari on the nose. 

“Boop,” you chirped, pulling your finger away quickly. You knew the probability of retaliation from your trucker was high, though you weren’t certain what form it would take. 

However, instead of growling or yelling at you to get back to being a quiet little cockwarmer, Ari simply cut his eyes to yours briefly. He raised an eyebrow, managing to look condescending even as he asked a silent question. He didn’t wait for a response, though, before he looked away from you and back out at the dusty road.

You huffed a little annoyed sigh at being essentially ignored by your trucker, your lips pursing in an even deeper pout. Though it was clear Ari didn’t like being booped, you refused to be deterred. 

Tapping Ari’s nose again with your finger, you trilled, “Boop!” even louder than before.

Still, your trucker gave you nothing in the way of a compelling response. You should’ve seen the trap for what it was, but then, you were the one who got into Ari’s rig in the first place. 

Determined to get a reaction out of your trucker, you pressed your finger to the tip of Ari’s nose like you were holding down a button and droned, “Booooop!”

Quicker than you would’ve thought possible, Ari tipped his head back and caught your finger between his teeth. He nipped at your skin hard enough to scold, but not break skin. It was so sudden, it shocked you. 

“Ah!” you squealed at the sting of his teeth, the surprised sound dissolving into a giggle. You tried to pull your finger free, but Ari bit down a little harder. 

His eyes cut to yours, a mirthful reprimand in his sparkling blue eyes. They practically shone in the warm afternoon light filtering into the truck cab. 

“Daddy,” you whined, squirming your hips, the slight pain of his teeth digging into your skin going straight to your core. A soft moan slipped from your lips when you felt your trucker’s hard length twitch within your cunt, making you grind down on him as subtly as you could, trying to eke out the delicious friction of his cock rubbing inside of you. “I’m sorry for booping you,” you mumbled, pouting at your trucker. “I’m just bored.”

With one last nip to the pad of your finger, Ari let you go. However, he clearly wasn’t done with you because a moment later, his hand circled the front of your throat and he held you still, pinning you with his ruthless gaze. 

A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine and you tried desperately not to show how much you enjoyed finally having your trucker’s attention. 

“Aw baby, why didn’t you tell me you were bored,” Ari cooed in a mockingly sweet tone. It was the one he used just before he got really mean. Your heart beat faster with excitement.

His fingertips digging into your neck were a second warning, Ari’s hand squeezing your throat so tight, an involuntary whimper slipped past your lips. Instead of fear, though, there was only heady arousal dripping through your body, pooling in your core and leaking out around Ari’s stiff cock. 

“Since warming daddy’s cock is so boring,” Ari began, his voice lowering into a deep, seething growl as he squeezed your throat even tighter, choking off your air supply. “Let’s see how you like it when daddy makes you ride something else, huh, fucktoy?” 

You barely had time to grin at the malicious glimmer in Ari’s eye before he was forcing you off his lap and down onto the floor between the driver’s and passenger seats. The sting of pain in your knees as they collided with the hard floor scarcely registered when you were too curious about what your trucker had planned for you. 

Ari shifted his grip to your chin and pushed your face against the gearshift sitting in front of you, the thick, leather-wrapped knob at eye-level from where you knelt. 

The realization of what Ari expected you to do struck you like a freight train, stealing the breath from your lungs as your eyes widened. Even as your mind went blank with surprise, something dark and filthy deep inside your body twitched with interest, coming alive at the thought of sinking your pussy down on the gearshift of Ari’s truck.

“Lick daddy’s gearshift, sweetheart,” Ari ordered, mocking condescension dripping from his tone. Then your heart nearly stopped when he confirmed he wanted you to do exactly what you’d suspected. “You’re gonna wanna make it nice and slick if you don’t want it to hurt when you fuck yourself on it.”

Your eyes went heavy-lidded as you let Ari’s words wash over you, your pussy throbbing with desire and your lips dropping open in a silent moan. However, your trucker wasn’t an especially patient man, so he pushed your mouth against the gearshift, urging you to follow his command. 

You knew well enough to follow any order Ari gave you, so you wrapped your hands around the shaft of the gearshift and pulled yourself closer. Pressing your lips to the leather and plastic of the shifter, you kissed all over it, making sure to leave plenty of drool behind. 

“That’s it, cock slut,” Ari rumbled, his tone pleased. You could see out of the corner of your eye that he was flicking his gaze between you and the road, depraved delight sparkling in his eyes. “Show daddy’s gear stick some love.” His big hand settled heavily on the crown of your head, pushing your lips harder against the leather handle.

You redoubled your efforts, licking and kissing the gearshift until your lips and chin were covered in your own saliva. It was sloppy and messy, but you could tell from Ari’s warm chuckle that he enjoyed the sight of you making out with his truck’s shifter.

“You’re drooling all over that knob like you wish it was your new boyfriend, cock whore,” Ari teased, a wickedness in his tone that made your pussy throb and clench desperately around nothing. A soft whine caught in the back of your throat, but Ari heard the pathetic sound, laughing harder at you. “Is that it, gross girl?” he asked mockingly. “Ya wanna make daddy’s gearshift your new boyfriend?” 

Using his grip on your head, he made you nod, rubbing your mouth lewdly against the slick leather knob. You whimpered, clutching the long shaft of the lever so you weren’t tempted to shove you hand between your thighs and impale yourself on your fingers. You were dripping down your thighs and you wanted something to shove deep in your aching, throbbing pussy.

“Well get him nice and wet, baby,” Ari said, the laughter in his tone stealing some of the edge from his command. “Cause he’s going in that tight cunt of yours—we’re gonna see how much we can stretch and ruin that needy little hole of yours.”  

Ari’s hand left the back of your head, giving you room to lick and kiss and drool over the gearshift to your heart’s content. Distantly, you felt the drift of the truck as it slowly merged into another lane, but you were too preoccupied with your task to care much about the traffic Ari was navigating. 

When your trucker was satisfied with your work, he grabbed the back of your neck and yanked you away from the gearshift. A protesting whine fell from your lips, which made Ari laugh loudly, the sound cold and mean as it filled the truck and made you hotter with desire. 

“Time to fuck your new boyfriend, sweetheart,” Ari mocked, looking pointedly at the slick gearshift then back at you. “Let’s see if you’re still bored when you’re stretching your tight cunt on daddy’s gear stick.” His eyes danced with wicked mirth as he stared down at you from the driver’s seat, squeezing your neck when you didn’t immediately move to follow his command.

On trembling legs, you stood, bending at the waist to fit within the confines of the truck cab and turned around. If your bare ass was on display for any cars or trucks around Ari’s rig, neither of you cared. Thankfully, the oversized t-shirt your wore covered most of you.

As quickly as you could manage, you positioned yourself above the flat top of the gearshift and reached between your thighs to hold the shaft steady. You lowered yourself down onto the knob, the slick leather pushing against your dripping pussy. 

However, though you were soaking wet with arousal and the gearshift was covered in your drool, the broad leather handle met resistence from your cunt, which refused to give and allow the thick object inside your small hole. No matter how you shifted or pushed down on the gearshift, it wouldn’t sink into your sopping pussy. A whine worked its way up your throat, leaking from your lips and filling the truck cab with your frustration.

“It’s too big, daddy,” you whimpered as you struggled, your thighs beginning to shake from the awkward way you hovered above the gearshift.

“Aw, baby,” Ari cooed before his voice turned cold and mean, “Do you think I fucking care?” He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides until your eyes flicked to his. His blue gaze danced in the afternoon sunlight with depraved intent. “I was perfectly content with you sitting in my lap, your cunt keeping my cock warm,” he growled, sounding furious as his gaze flicked between you and the road. “But you were bored—so you’re gonna fuck daddy’s gear stick or I’m gonna find something bigger to shove in that needy cunt of yours.” 

Ari’s ruthless words had your pussy throbbing in response, more arousal dripping from your slit and onto the knob between your thighs. It was all you could do to whimper with desperation and rock against the leather shifter, your cunt aching to be filled. 

The gearshift rubbed between your folds, teasing your little hole with its broadness. With renewed determination, you pushed down on the lever, pressing against it until your pussy’s resistence gave way and you finally—finally—felt the thick knob slip past the tight rim of your cunt’s entrance.

A loud, pornographic groan fell from your lips as your jaw dropped and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of Ari’s gearshift sinking into your pussy. There was the burning sting of the thick, unyielding lever inside your stretched cunt, but the sensation softened into waves of pleasure that threatened to carry you away to a sea of ecstasy. 

You craved more of that deliciously aching pleasure, so you pushed down on the gearshift, taking the leather knob deep inside your cunt. It felt like your pussy was greedy for more with how easy it was to lower yourself further on the shifter, until the top hit the end of you and you couldn’t take any more.

For a long moment, you hung suspended in the feeling of the fullness in your cunt, the leather knob so deep inside you, you were convinced that if you pressed down on your lower tummy, you’d be able to feel it. Your eyes were closed, mouth hanging open in pleasure-drunk bliss as you reveled in the sensation of having the strange object inside you. 

However, your trucker clearly wasn’t happy that you’d forgotten you were putting on a depraved show for him, and he dragged your attention back to him in the meanest way possible.

Ari slapped you across the face, the cracking sound reaching your ears before you registered the sting. When the pain hit you, your pussy clenched tight around the gearshift inside you, and you moaned, blinking dazed eyes until your trucker came into focus. His blue gaze was dancing with amusement and cruel delight. 

“Look at me while you ride your new boyfriend, cock whore,” Ari sneered meanly, his hand returning to your throat. He squeezed your neck lightly, a warning not to look away from him again. “Go on and degrade yourself for me, baby,” he rumbled, a grin slowly spreading across his handsome face. “Fuck yourself on my rig’s gear stick—show daddy what a disgusting little slut ya are.”

You stared into Ari’s eyes and moaned, your mouth parting and your gaze going heavy-lidded with pleasure at the depravity of his words. Your reaction only made Ari’s grin deepen, his eyes shimmering in the golden afternoon light filtering into the truck cab. 

He kept looking back at the road, one hand on the wheel to steer the truck, the other around your neck. His attention was split because it had to be, but you had the compulsion to put on a show for him that was so distracting, he’d have trouble remembering to look away from you.

With that thought crystalizing in your mind, you lifted yourself up on the gearshift until only the top was lodged in your pussy, the knob stretching your tight hole to its limit, before sliding back down on the shaft. The lever was so stiff and unrelenting inside your body, the object so foreign, that a wicked shiver raced down your spine.

Your body knew it was taking something unnatural, something that was never meant to be shoved inside your slick hole. But you were riding it anyway, your pussy taking Ari’s gearshift like it was a cock and it turned you on more. Eagerly, you fucked Ari’s truck like it was him, bouncing on it happily, the knowledge that you were using something as perverse as a gearshift to get yourself off only making you gush even more with arousal. 

“Daddy,” you whimpered on a moan, staring into Ari’s handsome face while you rode his gear stick. Pleasure and pain twisted your expression, your thighs trembling violently from holding you up, even as you kept fucking yourself on the leather knob.

“Ya still bored, cock whore?” Ari taunted, his hand around your throat pulling your upper body closer to him. Your nose brushed against the coarse hair of his beard and you moaned when you inhaled the familiar musky scent of your trucker. 

The new position allowed you to brace your hands on Ari’s chest, and you nearly sobbed in relief as it took some of your weight off your shaking legs. The reprieve was so overwhelming, it took you a moment to gather your wits and answer Ari’s question.  

“No, daddy, ‘m not bored at all,” you purred, using the new angle of your body to bounce your hips on the gearshift. The wet schlick sounds of your cunt fucking the knob filled the truck cab, and you let loose a low moan, the sound nearly muffled in Ari’s beard. 

“Good girl,” he rasped, his hand squeezing your throat and moving you so he could see the pleasure dancing across your features. His gaze trailed down your body to where your ass was bouncing on his gear stick, his throat bobbing in front of your eyes as he swallowed thickly. “Good fucking girl.” 

The look in his eye was nearly entranced and you couldn’t help but smirk a little to yourself. It had been a few seconds since he’d glanced at the road, and though you knew you were playing a dangerous game, you didn’t really think you’d cause Ari to crash his truck. 

Probably.

“Fuck, daddy,” you whimpered, pouting your lips at your trucker and dragging his attention away from your ass. His darkening eyes fell to your lips, exactly like you wanted. “It’s so big inside me, my little pussy’s so full, daddy.” You batted your lashes at Ari, pleased to see his pupils dilate even more, until only a thin ring of blue remained. 

“Christ, baby, you’re making me jealous of my fucking rig,” Ari groaned like he was in pain. His fingers dug into the sides of your neck while the hand that had been on the steering wheel moved to his cock. Your trucker used his knee to steer while he stroked himself in his fist. “Ya like your new boyfriend better than me?” Ari asked, something dangerous in his tone. 

You almost giggled at the idea that you could like his truck’s gearshift better than his cock, but you bit the sound back knowing he was asking a serious question. Holding Ari’s gaze, you shook your head solemnly.

“No,” you said honestly. “Nothing’s better than your fat cock, daddy.” You trailed your fingers down Ari’s chest before wrapping them around the tip of his cock, both of you using your hands to stroke his hard length. “You fill me up so good, daddy, I love feeling you pump me full of your come.” You pressed a sweet kiss to his bearded cheek, the gesture so at odds with the filthiness of what you were both doing that it made it hotter.

“Fuck,” Ari ground out through clenched teeth. Then, something in him seemed to snap right before your eyes.

Suddenly, Ari’s hand was gone from around his cock. He gripped the wheel and swerved the truck to the side to pull onto the shoulder of the highway. The truck went half off the road, the bumpiness making you ride Ari’s gearshift harder, wringing a depraved moan from you that made his eyes flare with more wildness.

A thick cloud of dust swirled around the cab, but neither of you gave any thought to the fact that it would shield what you were about to do from everyone else on the road.

“In the back, baby,” your trucker growled, throwing on his hazards and reaching for his gearshift to put the rig in park.

For a second, Ari seemed stumped about what to do. Since the shifter was still buried in your pussy, he couldn’t grab it like he normally would. Instead, he opted to grab your hips in both hands and use your body to shift the truck into park. 

A delicious shiver at the perverse obscenity of the action raced down your spine and you moaned loudly. There was something about Ari using your body as an extension of his truck that was so fucking hot, your mind went completely blank for a moment. 

Then his hands released you and the need to be fucked rushed back into your body. Without thinking, you were tumbling forward, pulling yourself off the shifter with a whimper and crawling eagerly onto the cot in the back of the rig. 

“Hope your new boyfriend loosened you up, fucktoy,” Ari growled as he followed you into the back, pushing you down onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. “Because I’m gonna use your cunt like it’s my own personal fleshlight.” He slapped your ass hard enough to make you jump and yelp before you relaxed back into position.

You were perched on the edge of the cot, your knees spread and back curved in an arch, head resting on your arms so your ass was up and on display for your trucker. Without any more warning, Ari slid his stiff, leaking cock into your slick, warm cunt.

Your trucker groaned loudly, the pleasured rumble warming your heart with pride as he buried his thick cock in your snug little pussy. A soft smile tugged at the edges of your mouth as Ari curled around you, covering your back with his chest, his hands reaching around to grope your tits through your cotton t-shirt. 

“Christ, ya feel so fucking good, baby,” Ari growled, rolling his hips in tight circles, fucking you hard and fast.

The sound of your bodies clapping against each other drifted to your ears, adding to the pleasure gathering in a tight coil in your core. Your trucker’s face was pressed into the back of your neck, his breath hot and harsh against your skin, raising goosebumps all over your body.

“You’re still so fucking tight, cock slut,” Ari rasped, nipping at the underside of your jaw and making you clench down on his cock from even that brief bite of pain. “You were made to take my cock, weren’t ya, sweetheart—my cock and anything else I want, huh, kiddo?” 

Ari’s husky chuckle and his degrading words ghosted over your cheek and you could do nothing else besides moan your response. You’d fuck anything he told you to fuck, riding his gearshift whenever he wanted, as long as he fucked you exactly like he was afterward. Ari’s cock filled you perfectly, like your body truly was made for him, the tip of him grinding against your cervix and making you see stars.

It seemed Ari didn’t need you to answer his question, because he went on speaking filth in your ear, one of his hands wrapping around your throat and choking you while the other groped your tits and plucked at your nipples.

“Ya gonna come on daddy’s dick, sweetheart?” he taunted, his tone mean and cruel and so cold it made your desire flare hotter. “Gonna cream all over your filthy trucker’s fat cock even after I made you fuck my gear stick, baby?” 

Your lips moved, forming words before you could force them off your tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, daddy,” you whispered, riding the edge of your release. Ari’s cock pummeled your cunt, pounding so deep you could feel him in your throat, and it was almost enough. “Please, daddy,” you cried, needing just a bit more stimulation to push you over. 

Ari grunted in your ear, “Alright, kiddo,” before reaching between your thighs and finding your clit, slippery with your wetness. His thick fingers rubbed the aching nub and it was exactly what you needed. 

With a piercing cry, you tumbled headfirst into an ocean of pleasure, your body going tight and taut as the coil in your core snapped, warm bliss flooding through you. Your cunt gripped Ari’s cock, choking his thick dick in a vise that made him groan viciously.

Your trucker rutted into you furiously, finding his release moments later. He buried his cock deep inside you and came, grunting his pleasure as he emptied his balls in your cunt. You moaned softly at the feeling of his hard length twitching inside you. His low groan as your cunt wrung every drop of seed from his dick filled you with satisfaction. 

For a long moment, you and Ari savored the pleasure of your bodies together, but it couldn’t last. Your trucker didn’t linger—he couldn’t, not with his truck idling on the side of the highway. 

Once he’d caught his breath, Ari pressed a rough kiss to your cheek before pulling out of you and shuffling up to the front. He collapsed into the driver’s seat while you fell onto your side, your eyes watching as he grabbed the gearshift and put the truck back in drive to pull back onto the highway. 

Your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, but you kept them open long enough to catch Ari licking your juices from his palm. An unmistakeable groan rumbled deep in your trucker’s chest when he tasted you and your pussy gave a week throb in response. Too tired to move, you smiled and sank into the waiting arms of the sleep that called to you.

However, Ari’s snapping fingers dragged you back into the world of the waking. 

“Get up here and clean up your mess, kiddo,” Ari ordered, his voice gruff and stern. 

There was a warmth to his tone that you recognized as the satisfaction you’d given him by making him come, and you couldn’t help smiling at your own pleased pride. But his words were a command all the same, and you knew what you had to do. 

Gathering your strength, you hauled yourself up from the cot and shifted onto your knees between the two seats. You leaned into the gearshift and began licking your slick from the leather, turning your head enough to catch Ari’s eye. He wore a satisfied smirk, reaching down to pet your head as you did what he’d told you. 

Humming happily, you smiled and cleaned up the gearshift like the good girl you wanted to be for your trucker. By the time you were done, the sun was low in the sky. The golden light in the truck had darkened into a fiery glow, and you felt the tug of sleep more insistently. 

Ari chuckled when he noticed you were half-asleep and still licking his gearshift. He helped you into his lap, guiding you down onto his cock to keep him warm while he continued driving. 

You fell asleep against your trucker’s chest, happy and satisfied, the restlessness that had plagued you earlier in the afternoon having been finally subdued by Ari. 

Still, you’d discovered what Ari would do if you booped his nose, and you tucked that knowledge away, saving it for a rainy day when you were inevitably bored again. He was a truck driver after all, there were bound to be more boring days on the road. But you knew your trucker would make sure you were entertained—by making you entertain him.

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[linos-luna]

Hi

Could you write the reaction of skz when the reader uses safewords?

Safeword ❣️🥀

Stray Kids x Reader

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Chan

He would feel awful! Instantly stops and does his best to soothe you. If you need space, he’ll give it to you. If you need a hug, he’ll do it. Whatever you want. After a moment when you seem calm he will ask you where he went too far so that he could avoid it next time. Even if it’s a little embarrassing, he wants to talk about it.

Minho

For a moment he didn’t hear you, or maybe he thought you were teasing him. That is, until he realizes that you’re dead serious. Frantically he would stop and apologize profusely. Minho may be awkward for a few minutes as he’s not exactly sure how to comfort you. But he’ll spend the rest of the day trying to make it up to you by cooking or bringing gifts

Changbin

Changbin knows that he can be a little rough; sometimes he doesn’t realize his own strength but he never wants to hurt you. Of course that was the point of the safeword. The second you say it, he’ll back off. He’ll raise his hand nod to make sure you see that he was completely stopped. Changbin will give you a moment to collect yourself then ask if you need anything.

Hyunjin

He would panic a little. Hyunjin will quickly stop but now he’s afraid that he broke your trust, he wonders if you’ll forgive him. He’ll comfort you by holding your hand and speaking softly. Hyunjin will be panicking internally but he’ll make sure to not make it too obvious so he can comfort you.

Han

The first time you’ve ever said the safeword, it took him a moment to process. He’ll stop in his tracks and stare at you to gage your reaction. His heart will break at the pained look in your eyes. Han will move away from you and apologize. He’ll say that it’s okay if you hate him. It’s hard for him to make eye contact in that moment.

Felix

Of course he would feel awful. In fact he’d hate himself so much. How could he pushed you so far?! Felix would stop and apologize over and over. He’d try holding you even if it’s not the best thing for the moment. But he wants to make you feel better! He wants to make you feel better so he’ll go bake you cookies. But while in the kitchen, he’d keep himself from crying due to immense guilt.

Seungmin

Seungmin will be fairly calm and instantly stop. He’ll apologize and ask if there’s anything you need. He understands that he broke your boundaries and stays calm so you don’t feel bad for setting them. In fact, he may even thank you for speaking up when you had enough.

Jeongin

He would immediately stop and make sure you’re okay. Jeongin would say sorry and do his best to comfort you but it’d be a little awkward at first. He feels bad for pushing your limits and will take you out for a boba or dessert. In fact, he’ll spoil you for the rest of the day. Then before bed, he’ll ask how you’re feeling again and ask what he could do next time.

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Ngl, I struggled a bit with this one 😅

Hope you like 💞

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Hiiiiii I just read your new loki fic with a disabled little and I was amazing to read especially when it's relatable like that I have a bad relationship with my health 😅

If your comfortable with it I really feel that a stucky x disabled little would be a perfect match cuz bucky is disabled (just in a cooler way with the vibranium arm) and iv been reading how you write bucky and Steve and they just want what's best for they're little so I need to read them helping the reader be more comfortable with they're disability.

You can ignore this but I just wanna say I love your blog and I hope your having a great day

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Hurts.

Masterlist - All my work!

A/N - hiii! I am so sorry your request took a little bit because I wanted to make it similar yet different to my story "It's hard." because everyone's experience with pain and why they don't feel comfortable with others when in pain, or for why they have bad relationship with their health is completely different. I wish I could include everyone in each post, and if you'd like to share your story with me I'd love to know, your never alone in your battles. If you have any feed back please let me know!

Warnings⚠️: mentions of rough family life, parents saying meds should fix the pain, ignorance of how pain affects someone, negative regression, mentions of bucky in hydra but nothing significant, please let me know if I missed anything!!

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader

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Bucky understood what it was like to be in unbearable pain, feeling like your entire body was being ripped to shreds. He had been stuck being experimented on for how long? When he told Steve about how he felt on a daily basis even after not being experimented on for a while, Steve did his best to learn how to help him out when the pain just made it unbearable.

This meant that steve tried hard to figure out the best ways to help anyone who was in severe amounts of pain. He tried epsom salts, different type of ointments, mental care, anything he possibly could think about to make bucky comfortable. 

So when they met you, you didn’t seem out of the ordinary for them, to them you were seen as such sweet person and you were pretty confident. When people would talk to you, you helped them out if you could, or were polite in saying you couldn’t. 

You had originally met the two in a library when Steve and Bucky were looking for different types of books to try and learn more about the world today. You were trying to reach for the book on the highest shelf, and pain was shooting through every fiber in your body. You were exhausted and uncomfortable when you saw Steve's shadow behind you and got spooked. You jumped and nearly fell over from moving too quickly off your tippy toes. He gently grabbed your arm to stabilize you before smiling at you and apologizing for scaring you.

He asked if you needed help with getting the book off the shelf and you quietly said yes. It was one of your favorite childhood books, you read them sometimes when you regress, although  he didn’t need to know that. You felt bad making him do it for you, even though he asked. You know it wasn’t anything significant but you had never been able to accept help. 

Your family barely paid any attention to your pain, you were thrown on meds that did nothing when you were a kid and they stopped caring. Everytime you said something you always got “Well, did you take your meds?” “Your meds worked yesterday, don’t lie to me” Meds this, meds that. It got to the point you stopped taking meds and never asked your parents for help with your pain. 

When you were able to finally get into doctor offices by yourself you got meds that helped somewhat, but you still never felt as if you could rely on anyone else to help with your aches and how you felt on the inside. You had meds which meant that you should be fine and learn to deal with the pain on your own. Right?

You had seen the duo in the bookstore quite often after the first interaction, learning they were together and they were shocked when you told them you had no clue who “captain America” or the “winter soldier” was. You never really payed attention to the world outside of your bubble, you couldn’t relate to a lot of people so you shut off a lot of the outside. 

Eventually they asked you out, and from then on is history. But something you still hadn’t told them about was the chronic pain, and the regression that came from it. You had times where getting out of bed was the worst idea ever, showering was beyond out of the question, and regression was the only option your brain had.

You’d regress young enough that you could toddle and make it from point A to point B, but past that you had no survival when you were in so much agony. This means there became times you didn’t eat for hours, you’d sleep longer than you should, and there would be times you didnt respond for hours to anyone.

Bucky and Steve got super worried on days you never replied, they tried to let you have your space, thinking that it was something that you just did, but when you didnt show up for a date at their place, they ran over, thoughts racing.

They knocked on your door which woke you up, but you had no energy to attempt in getting up. Not knowing it was them, you assumed it was a package and tried to go back to sleep when they knocked louder.

Steve continued to knock while bucky prayed that you had left a key outside to your apartment incase you lost yours. He looked under a brick and practically ran to get your door open. Thank god that he remembered people put keys under rocks.

When they got in the apartment, the quickly rushed to find you. Scanning and worridly running around.

“Y/N??” Steve shouts, checking the bathroom.

“Sweetheart?!” Bucky yells as he opens the door to your room, where he finds you crumpled in pain, your room darker than a cave.

“Please, stop screaming.” You mumble quietly, you clutch your stuffie to your chest, your regression starting to set in after being brutally awaken.

Bucky quickly comes and sits by your side, helping to pull the blanket away from your face, looking at you with complete and utter concern.

Steve eventually comes in with some things in his hands, bucky looks at him puzzled before connecting the dots.

See, Bucky found you, but Steve found your regression and safe room. Where you had soft toys and padding everywhere. It was something you had filled with everything that you could need for when your regressed, and when it hurt too much to move.

The two knew what age-regressors were from tony, seeing as him and Stephen were the proud caregivers of Peter and Wanda. So when Steve saw your pacifier and heating pads, and anything else that might help, he grabbed it all.

“Baby, can you tell us whats wrong?” Bucky softly asks, tucking your hair behind your ear, Softly rubbing your thigh with his thumb.

“Hurts.” you mumble out softly, you slowly flip over, and bury your face into bucky's stomach. His scent fills your lungs, and he slowly starts to rub your back, holding you closely. 

Steve comes up behind Bucky, his face contorted to a face of his own pain. He hated seeing you so upset, and mowing you were trying to fend for yourself, by yourself, hurt him.

“Do you want your pacifier darling?” Steve gently asks, he wasn’t sure if you knew he had found your room, and wasn’t wanting to freak you out.

Hearing him ask that question, you looked up from bucks embrace with pure terror. How did he find it? Why was he so calm about it?

Bucky softly cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead before pulling you back into his embrace, rubbing small circles on your back before he speaks calmingly.

“Doll, we know about regression or age-dreaming, there's nothing to be afraid of, we promise.”

You relax into his hold before slowly nodding. Steve hands you your paci and you slide it between your lips and just rest against bucky, the pain minorly subsiding with the extra pressure of his hug.

“Baby, I know that the pain can be hard to handle, but you don't have to go this alone, you'll never be alone now that we're here. Whatever we can do, we want to do it. Please never feel as if you have to fight this battle alone.” Bucky manages to barely whisper out, fighting his own emotions.

Your tears begin to fall, hearing words you've never heard before. You’ve had to fight by yourself for so long, that maybe them knowing wasn't for the worst.

“Your not alone anymore, never alone. We're with you now. The pain doesn't have to be suffering anymore, let us help.” Steve sits next to you and buck, rubbing your back and leaving little kisses on your head.

You slowly nod, wanting someone to be there, maybe this time, you'll be able to accept the help. The right help.

[shitsndgiggs]

Hiiii!!! Would you do one with pau Cubarsi or hector fort? Where the reader Is like overly sensitive and cries a lot but he can read her like a book so he knows what’s wrong immediately?🥰❤️ This is sort of weird sorry😅

TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER - PAU CUBARSÍ

Pau hugs are the best

Pau Cubarsí x fem! reader

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It had been a long day. I’d been feeling unusually emotional, and every little thing seemed to set me off. It was one of those days where everything felt like it was too much.

The stress from work, a minor argument with a friend, and even just the gloomy weather had me feeling fragile and tearful.

I knew Pau was coming over for dinner, and though I had tried to put on a brave face, I could feel the tears welling up at the slightest provocation.

I’d tried to hide it, but it was getting harder and harder to keep the emotions in check.

When Pau arrived, he could instantly sense that something was off. He greeted me with a warm smile, but his eyes quickly took in my flushed cheeks and the way I seemed to flinch at every little sound.

“Hey, cariño,” Pau said softly, pulling me into a gentle hug. “How’s your day been?”

I hugged him back tightly, feeling a lump in my throat. “It’s been... a bit rough,” I admitted, trying to keep my voice steady.

Pau pulled back slightly, his hands resting on my shoulders as he looked into my eyes. “What’s going on? You seem really upset.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears, but it was no use. The emotions I’d been trying to suppress all day came rushing to the surface, and before I knew it, I was crying.

Pau’s expression softened immediately, and he wrapped me up in a comforting embrace.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, stroking my hair gently. “Let it out. I’m here for you.”

I clung to him, letting the tears flow freely. “I’m sorry, Pau. I just feel like everything’s falling apart, and I don’t even know why I’m crying so much.”

Pau nodded, holding me close. “You don’t have to apologize. Sometimes, we just need to let it all out. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

As my sobs subsided, Pau led me to the couch and sat me down, pulling a blanket over us. He made sure I was comfortable before settling beside me.

“Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you, or would you rather just sit here for a while?”

I took a shaky breath, trying to compose myself. “I don’t even know where to start. It feels like everything is overwhelming today. I didn’t want to burden you with it, but I guess I just couldn’t hide it.”

Pau gently wiped the remaining tears from my cheeks, his touch tender and reassuring. “You’re not a burden. You never are. I care about you and want to help you through tough days like this. Let me be here for you.”

I looked up at him, feeling a wave of gratitude for his understanding and patience. “Thank you, Pau. It means a lot to have you here.”

Pau smiled softly, his eyes filled with affection. “Anytime, (Y/N). You’re always there for me, and I want to be there for you, too. We can get through anything together.”

He continued to hold me close, his warmth and steady presence providing a soothing balm to my emotional turmoil.

The gentle hum of his voice, the way he ran his fingers through my hair, and the comforting weight of his arm around me all helped to ease the anxiety that had been building up throughout the day.

As the evening wore on, I began to feel more at ease, the weight of my worries lifting with Pau’s unwavering support.

He didn’t push me to talk more than I was ready for, but he stayed by my side, making sure I knew I wasn’t alone.

After a while, I finally felt like I could breathe again. I looked up at Pau, offering a small, grateful smile. “I’m feeling a bit better now. Thank you for being so understanding.”

Pau kissed my forehead gently. “You don’t have to thank me. I love you, and that means being there for you through the good times and the tough ones. We’ll get through this, and tomorrow will be better.”

[johnslittlespoon]

when/ how do u think buck and bucky first noticed how easily embarrassed curt is and how badly he wants to be sweet and obedient for them?

also, i read ur response about the first time gale spanked john and i’m curious about how that would go for curt. was it a spur of the moment thing egged on by one of them or did the two of them decide beforehand it’s what they were gonna do? i feel like they’d try it and then take note of how effective it is when curt immediately gets red in the face and starts whining and apologizing 😅 the added plus comes in the days following when he’s especially sweet and well behaved and continues to flush if it gets brought up i’m dead

ooo hmmm. i think they first notice because curt is generally a loud, rowdy boy, so when something throws him off, it's immediately clear because curt going quiet and shy is such a 180 from his usual self.

in terms of being easily embarrassed, one of them would probably poke a little fun at how fast he's gotten worked up one day, and they wouldn't expect the quick flush and the mumbled retort, and they'd have to investigate that asap. egging it on with an "oh, going all shy on us now?" just to see their pretty thing squirm under their eyes <3

the itch to be good would be spotted so fast i think; i see it happening on a day that's a little more rough for curt, when he's feeling antsy and having too many thoughts at once, and it materializes in the form of him being mouthy and snappy. so john and gale take it upon themselves to help him get out of his head, and they're surprised at how fast he quiets when they're giving him clear verbal instructions, coaxing his mouth around them, telling him how to move, setting rules so he doesn't have to do any thinking. so that becomes their go–to when his mind is too busy, because sometimes he's not being mouthy to be a brat, he's being mouthy because he doesn't know how else to get out his feelings.

and i feel like there wasn't a lot of general knowledge about kink negotiation during this time period LOL so i feel like 95% of what they'd try together would be impulse/spur of the moment stuff, a lot of trial and error to see what clicks and what squicks yk.

i think one of them, probably john because he has less patience than gale does (gale is used to dealing with both john and curt's bullshit– he's got the patience of a saint lol) would impulsively bend curt over the edge of the bed in a moment of irritation at him talking back or being difficult, and he'd give him a quick swat on the ass and curt's words would literally die mid sentence and he'd go red and press his cheek into the mattress with a gasp and gale and john would have the lightbulb moment when they glance at each other.

john going "oh, whaddya think of that?" as he smooths his hand over the red, and curt would whine quietly before john abruptly brings his hand down again and draws out a little yelp from curt. all it would take is gale leaning over him and gently lifting his head with a hand in his hair to get curt to look up at him, all flushed and heavy–lidded, forcing him to hold eye contact when john smacks his ass again, and curt would be whimpering out apologies and pleas despite the way he borderline moans with each hit.

it wouldn't take much to have him whining and wriggling where john inevitably pins his hips down to keep him still, and they'd probably bring a bit of humiliation into it too, gale pointing out that "you're whining and complaining, but the way you're rocking against the mattress tells a different story, sweet thing" just to get him even more worked up. (◠‿◠✿)

[howdoyousleep3]

Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: ~ 5.2 K (i have no chill, it seems) Notable Tags: Mafia Boss Steve Rogers, Daddy Kink, Age Difference, Established Relationship, Manhandling, Spanking, Slapping (pussy and face), Crying, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Light Breathplay, Office Sex, Desk Sex, Possessive Behavior, Flirty Bisexual Bucky Barnes A/N: Ugh y'all, these two. This has been in my WIP folder for so so long now and I'm thrilled to finally finish it and share it, even if it almost ended me and even if I hated it by the end because I'd been staring at it for far too long. 😅 Special thank you to those who looked it over and reassured me constantly, @vilkasdaina, @maddiewritesstucky, and @sweeterthanthis. Find more of Daddy and his Kitten's story here. Read on Ao3 here. I hope you enjoy! 🧡

You try your hardest to not let the power go to your head. 

The love of your life may be the feared and respected leader of the underbelly of the east coast, but you know who he comes crawling back to each night, who has the honor of worshiping him in a way that no one has had the privilege to before. 

While you try your hardest to not let said power go to your head, it never fails to do just that each and every damn time you’re reminded of your possession over each other. And if it goes right to your pussy as well as your head, who can blame you?

The moment you catch Bucky’s eye from down the hallway, you can hear the relief in his voice, can see it in the way he takes a deep breath and lets his shoulders drop. 

“Fuck, doll— I’ve never been happier to see someone in my whole fuckin’ life,” he exclaims as his eyes run down the line of your body, his eyebrow arching immediately. You aren’t sure why he’s surprised; he warned you that pulling out all the stops was necessary on a day like today. 

“I’m happy I could make your day,” you joke as you reach for each other in greeting, Bucky’s fingers wrapping around your nape, lips pressing tightly against your cheek. He smells like spearmint, a bit musky like he’s worked up a sweat at some point during the day. You’re almost certain it’s sweat brought on by his boss and you already feel the need to apologize on his behalf for working Bucky up over what is assuredly nothing.

“Sweetheart, if you can fix his fucking attitude you’ll make more than just my day.” 

You’re sure you should be offended on some level, degraded maybe, but being called in to help improve Steve’s piss poor mood makes you feel special, makes you hot right where it counts. Knowing that others have done what they can to help improve his mood, his sharp tongue and his short patience, with no success makes you feel unique, privileged, one of a kind. It makes you hold your chin high. 

You know what your Daddy needs, know that you hold the answer to what will improve everyone’s day, starting with Steve’s own. Everyone knows why you’re here, everyone knows what you can bring to the boss that no one else can, and you aren’t ashamed in the slightest. 

You’re almost tempted to drop the thin, knee-length jacket you’re donning to the floor right where you stand outside Steve’s office. Then there would be no trace of doubt left behind as to why you’re here and what you’re bringing to the boss. 

“Anything I should know?” you inquire softly, Bucky immediately sighing and running a hand down his face in response to your question. 

“Nothin’ new, same prick as always, just maybe…times ten. Can’t get two words out without him snapping at you, not one goddamn thing is good news. Dealt with some trouble down in the borough himself, went a bit far. Might still be bloodied up from that. Didn’t even lift his spirits any.” 

It’s worse than you thought. Your plan immediately shifts in your head where you stand. He doesn’t need a docile, sweet partner— he needs that final push. You nod your head, mind quickly made up, and turn towards Steve’s office doors. 

“You sure you don’t wanna stick around, Buck?” you tease quietly, and it’s indeed a bad day if Bucky, although he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, shakes his head as he begins to walk away. 

“Goddamn, you know I’d love to, doll. But I can’t stick around and look at his ugly fuckin’ mug for one more second; I gotta go do some damage control. He may owe me for this, but I owe you.” 

Another time then. 

You wouldn’t have needed Bucky’s warning to know that Steve is indeed having an awful day; the state of his office is enough of a sign that things are not going well. Chairs are misplaced, papers scattered and quite obviously unorganized on both the coffee table and his desk. Steve enjoys a calm work environment, is a man that prioritizes tasks daily, enjoys sunlight and openness, demands serenity from the aspects of his life he can control. 

Steve is not having a very good day. 

You don’t bother locking the door; you aren’t worried about others seeing you with the boss. You almost hope it happens; it might improve his mood even further. You make quick work of the belt on your coat, slipping it off from your shoulders and draping it along the back of a chair. The crisp air of Steve’s office slips up your spine, your neck, down your nearly nude form. It’s comforting as it spreads across your heated body, has your shoulders squaring on their own accord. 

Your matching lingerie set is black and sheer, leaves nothing to the imagination with the strings of your thong resting high on your hips and your bra cupping your breasts perfectly. You leave your heels on, just as he’d like, same with your stockings. Steve is weak for the feel of their sheerness, softness, on his skin and you’ll take any sort of help you can get. 

His back is turned to you, his attention placed solely on whatever it is he is looking at at the table behind his desk. Even hunched over and irritated, he exudes such natural power and dominance you can’t help the warmth that builds between your legs, the way your eyelids droop at the sight of him alone. His dark slacks, his crisp white dress shirt that’s open at the collar, the ring on his pinky and the matching gold of a watch at his wrist, the ink that litters his body with purpose— he’s so obviously a man in charge. 

You want to console him, want to press your lips to his temple and hum, want to sit yourself in his lap and ground him, but from what Bucky has told you, that won’t work today. You're racking your brain of how to proceed when Steve is the one to speak up first.

You should have known that he would be more than aware of your presence. You’re the one that has snuck into his office unannounced and here he is, speaking up with a stern enough voice that it startles you. 

“What are you doin’ here, kitten?”

His tone demands an answer, an honest one and a quick one. It’s an impatient tone you aren’t used to but one that fits this environment. You’re bristled at his shortness but you don’t let it show, keeping your chin high and voice firm. 

“What do you think I’m doing here?” you respond with, beginning to slowly make your way in Steve’s direction, heels muted against the sprawling rug in his office, trailing your fingertip over the leather seats as you prowl. He scoffs then, a tiny noise that could be mistaken for something it isn’t, but to you it almost feels like a slap to the cheek, and not the kind you’re fond of. 

You continue to take steps in his direction nonetheless.

He turns and looks over his shoulder and there’s a brief moment where you feel you’ve won, where you feel victorious in your purpose in the way he allows himself  to drink you in, eyes damn near a physical touch as they roam your form. It is but a moment though, and he’s quick to turn his attention back in the other direction. 

You don’t think he’s ever rejected you. 

In fact, he’s always been quick to do the opposite, to make you more than aware that he craves you day and night. 

You’re immediately miffed, more than so. You look like a fucking bombshell, you left work early, you’re ready to help melt the stress away from your boyfriend’s day— how dare he not drop everything and crawl in your direction? 

You think you’re angry now, but then you hear him mumble a curt, “I’m a bit busy here, sweetheart,” and that’ll do it. 

Fuck him. 

You can’t even stop to see this situation from his point of view, can’t calm your emotions long enough to consider the circumstances that brought you here. You’re standing here in stockings and sheer lingerie and red bottoms and he wants to dismiss you? No, no. You don’t even hesitate to go for the kill, go right for what will piss him off the most. 

“Oh, that’s fine,” you start, voice deceivingly angelic as you glance down at your pristine manicure, paid for by him of course. “Bucky seemed to think I could come make your day, but if you want to be a dick about it, I’ll go see if he is willing to take full advantage of all of this.”  

You don’t even wait for him to say anything, digging your heel into the carpet as you turn your back on him, your body trembling all over in anger. You make sure he gets an eyeful though, the cherry on top surely being the sway of your hips, the view of your ass he can never say no to. 

You make it two steps towards the door after reaching for your coat before his hands are on you.

He wraps a thick arm around your waist, his other hand coming up to curl around the front of your throat, yanking you back against his chest. You can immediately feel the way his own body trembles with caged emotion, and while it should be a comfort to you, it is anything but. It could be pent up emotions from the day, it could be ones you’re bringing out right now. It could be a combination of the two. Either way, you do not find solidarity in your shared outbursts.

The fight within you is strong. You’re ready to take him on and if he wants to go about it in such a physical way, then so be it.

“You wanna run that by me again, kitten?” he spits lowly into your ear, holding you roughly against the rigid line of his much larger body. You don’t make it easy for him, twisting and bucking as much as you can as he pulls you back further into his office, further away from the door. As physically useless as the fight is, pushing back feels good. You dig your blood red nails into his forearm, thrash against his hold. 

“Yeah, sure,” you bite out like a brat, making sure to speak clearly. “If you’re not going to take advantage of me, I’m sure Bucky would love to. In fact—” 

Your words are muffled by his hand, the last of them drowned out by his growl. You kick over a chair as he picks you up off the floor, knocking it to the ground as you flail, and as you reach his desk, you happily tear your teeth into Steve’s palm. He only grunts in frustration, hand coming back down to your neck in an instant, frustration evident in the way his fingers curl around the column of it.

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth,” he whispers against your temple, and you can’t stop your husky laugh as it tumbles out of your mouth. 

“Daddy doesn’t mean that.”

With a noise of frustration, he has you shoved over his desk at the waist, hip bones digging sharply into the expensive oak. Your coat is long forgotten a few steps back and his hand is on your ass without pause, squeezing roughly at one cheek and then the other. The set of smacks that follow are startling, painful and succinct. 

You love it.

The huff you let out is intended to be one of irritation, of shock, but instead it comes out laced with throaty pleasure. Damn Steve Rogers and the size of his hands, his strength, his intimate knowledge of everything that makes your pussy throb and your walls crumble for him and only him. 

He may have you deliciously and physically restrained, but you’re still more than upset he didn’t want a taste of what you’ve brought to him, a taste of this. But he still hasn’t covered your mouth, and you’re not quite done pushing his buttons. 

“Daddy loves it when my mouth is wide open. Right, Daddy? Didn’t you say something like that last night?” 

You rarely speak to him this way, goading and aggressive, and you momentarily question whether or not you’re crossing a line. That is, until you feel his cock dig into the cushion of your ass cheek, the grind unintentional if his grumble turned bitten-off groan tells you anything. Perfect— you’ve just figured out how to help improve your boyfriend’s mood. 

You roll your ass back into his cock, swirl your hips back against his bulge.

With a snarl, he flips you, tosses you onto your back onto his desk. 

Goddamn. You pause for a moment to take note of how fucking hot Steve is when he’s angry. It’s different when it’s at you, you see this now. You’ve witnessed his anger directed at others, but you’ve not once been on the receiving end of it. Maybe you should make him angry more often. 

His chest heaves as he looks down at you, stormy eyes slow to rake over your surely flushed body, a normally slicked-back lock of hair curling over his forehead. The tattoos that lace the column of his throat seem more pronounced with his open collar and his heaving chest. There isn’t a stray beard hair in sight, the salt and pepper hairs trimmed close to his skin. The pause drags on for a few seconds more and you almost feel the need to heel and spread your legs and to give in. But that’s not what Steve needs. 

Instead you spread your legs and bring the point of your heel up to dig into his shoulder. 

He visibly grits his teeth as he gazes down hotly at you, his hands coming to grip your waist tight enough to make you wince. But you don’t break eye contact, even as he leans into your heel, even as he digs it further into his shoulder. Fuck, you’re in love with this man. 

“You think Bucky would tell me to keep my mouth closed?” you whisper without shame, leaning up onto your elbows to drive the point home. “You think he’d appreciate me coming into his office in his favorite pair of panties of mine, just about begging to be fucked?” 

It’s harsh, yes, but you’re still upset and you have a job to complete; you’re not a quitter. And it pays off immediately when Steve all but growls, “You think he can give you somethin’ I can’t?” 

Perfect.

You dig your foot into his chest with a hard shove. 

“No.” 

You can’t see the confusion in Steve’s features but you know it’s there. He can stay light on his feet all he wants but you’re hard to keep up with, you know this. 

Dropping your foot from his shoulder, you wrap both of them around his waist, damn near yanking him towards you. The impressive bulge in his pants is hard as steel and you whimper softly yet unashamedly when it grinds in tight against your panty-covered pussy, eyes still on his. Feeling his need for you, it’s easy for the anger to slightly clear and for you to finally consider the kind of day he’s had, that he needs you to prove to him that this is part of your purpose as his partner. 

“No, he can’t, Steven,” you sternly tell him, voice low yet demanding as you reach for the collar of his shirt, tugging. “No one can give me what you can give me.”

A spark of a flame reaches his eyes then, hitting him right where it counts, right in that possessive bone in his body. You speak into his mouth, his warm breath on your tongue causing your chest to constrict.

“But if you want to be a dick about me showing up looking hot as fuck, showing up just so you can fuck me and go about your day as the boss, then yes— I’m gonna tease you about someone else appreciating me” 

Steve rolls his hips slowly, deeply, rumbles as he rakes his hands up your torso to palm roughly at your breasts over your bra, your nipples pebbling immediately. He pinches them both before his hands are moving on. You hiss, clit throbbing at the rough attention. 

“You’re a real fuckin’ piece’a work. You know that?”

You dig your heels into his back when you huff, brazenly nipping at his chin. 

“Of course I know that. Now, fuck me, Daddy. Take it out on me, use me to feel better. Come on.” 

Steve never needs to be told twice; he’s a man of action. He takes full advantage of being told he has complete access to your body, reaching for the strings of your panties and ripping them down your legs carelessly. 

“Of fucking course you wore the stockings. Knew from the moment you walked in here. With these on, you’re up to no fuckin’ good.”

He grabs and squeezes at handfuls of your thighs as he speaks and you finally cave and give into the moment with a whine, head falling back onto the desk. Steve shoves your legs apart in the air around his body, his hand coming down tightly over your bare pussy, first one time and then a few smacks after that. Fuck. The sting of it is exactly what you want, what this moment is worthy of, and you clench desperately around nothing in response. 

“Motherfucker,” you damn near snarl, and where you’d normally spread your legs further and pout, you try your hardest to pull them tightly closed. Steve needs a fight, needs to burn off more energy than a normal fuck will provide him with. He proves you right once more when he pries your legs apart, uses a kind of force that you rarely see. You’re no match for his strength. Your legs are barely pressed together for two seconds before he’s got them spread yet again with a growl. 

You barely get out a hiss of “Yes,” before he’s draped over you, mouth latching onto your neck. It’s so much. In your head you hadn’t got as far as this, your plan only reaching up to you convincing Steve to have his way with you, and even that hadn’t gone as planned. You hadn’t considered how difficult it would be to keep your goal and purpose in the forefront of your mind while Steve actively ravaged your body. 

His mouth is brutal on your neck, the press of teeth and the suction of lips enough to leave you gasping, your hands making weak attempts at pushing him away. You feel him reach between your bodies and fumble with his belt, the zipper of his pants, and you force out an impatient noise to rile him up further. 

“Come on, Daddy— give it to me,” you murmur, reaching around to dig your hands into his ass. “Show this little pussy why you’re her Daddy, why you own her.” 

“Fuckin’ hell, kitten…”

He brings his hand up to his mouth, collects spit on a few of his fingers, brings them back down to his cock. He doesn’t slam his way inside of you, and while he ensures you aren’t in unwanted pain, that first deep slide is enough to shove you halfway to your climax already. The girth of him never fails to take your breath away, to send you sailing into orbit. 

His deep and appreciative groan is enough to have made all of this shit worth it, the chaos that was this almost failed attempt at providing your boyfriend with stress relief. It’s also enough to send you that much closer to your orgasm. 

There is no difference between the pushiness and aggression leading up to this point and this moment; Steve fucks you with unabashed emotion and need. You aren’t used to this, this sort of raw need, this force. The walls of your pussy strain to take him, to adjust. The sensation of Steve on top of you, between your legs, the whole weight of him pressing you into his desk, being selfish is foreign. 

Where Steve is usually smooth and focused and giving, this version of him is anything but.

He isn’t concerned about you for a second, not your pleasure or your feelings. His hands delve up into your hair, the both of them, twisting them as he fucks roughly up into your pussy, grinding and rolling and humping. He holds you where he wants you, restricts your movements and keeps you where he can best get his dick soaked. It’s a form of bliss you’ve not once experienced, and your shared eye contact, this heavy gaze he refuses to break, makes you choke on a sob. 

“Fuck it,” you bite out against his mouth, barely able to hear your words over the rush of blood in your ears, over the sound of him fucking into you with abandon. “You fuck that pussy like no one else can, Daddy. That’s Daddy’s pussy.”

Steve curses. Even as you say the words, you feel them directly in your clit, the throb of them intense. The forceful grinds with every other thrust presses the base of Steve’s cock tight against your clit, each one making you choke down a whimper. You’re shaking where you lay, nails digging encouragingly into the meat of Steve’s ass, legs spread wide, knees pressed back towards your shoulders. Steve has full access to you, as he deserves. The glide of him is sublime, the stretch of him enough to leave you panting, in and out, in and out. 

Your pussy feels so good being used the way that it is. You can’t catch your breath.

You aren’t the least bit surprised when your orgasm tears through you.

“Oh shit, that’s yours, that’s Daddy’s. That pussy comes for Daddy, all for—”

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna milk me fuckin’ dry. Haven’t even been inside’a you for a minute and you’re fallin’ apart.” 

You openly sob, tears springing to your eyes as the sensitive walls of your pussy suck Steve in, flutter and pulse around his girth. He doesn’t stop, cock digging into that sweet spot inside of you, movement prolonging your orgasm as you groan. Your pussy is so wet you can feel it soaking the inside of your thighs, the base of Steve’s cock. 

You have half the mind to note that your plan is working, that Steve is finding his footing again, that he’s confident and feeling dominant, in charge. You can’t hold back your lax smile, and the way Steve all but scoffs at the sight of it makes you turn your face and reach for his teeth with your jaw. 

“Surely that’s not all you’ve got,” you hear yourself pant shakily, your voice and the way your limbs tremble betraying you in an instant. “Come on, big daddy— show ‘em why you’re the boss.”

He’s climbing onto the desk, still inside you, without a second thought. 

“Yes, yes—”

“Un-fucking-believable…” 

The smile that’s spread across your face is only present for a few seconds before you’re biting it away, Steve’s hands in your hair moving, one curling to scruff you by the nape of your neck. The other tears at your bra, impatiently ripping one cup down, your breast spilling out and into his waiting hand. He squeezes at you roughly, fingers smacking down tightly over your nipple. 

Your head bounces with his thrusts, only to be pulled back by Steve’s hand on your nape. He uses you like a doll, like a toy. It all makes you want to scream: the new angle allowing for Steve to fuck messiliy into you, the complete physical dominance, the animalistic noises Steve continues to let out, how wet and wrecked you feel and sound. It’s enough for tears to begin to stream down your face. 

Looking back, you’ll surely blame it on how startlingly emotional you became as he fucked you mercilessly, how unprepared you were for your body and mind’s reactions. You may blame it on how cockdrunk you are, how out of your mind the feeling of Steve dicking you down so thoroughly made you. 

You raise your hand and bring it down hard across his cheek. 

The crack of it is so shocking to you, both in sound and sensation on your palm, that you gasp raggedly. The moment seems to have called for it, such harsh treatment, but you hold your breath when Steve grunts, hips stilling, eyes wild when his head snaps back down to look at you. 

When he doesn’t say anything, you whimper, your whimper easily turning into a hiccup, too nervous to speak.

He punches his hips forward, silencing you with the stretch of him, with feeling him up in your guts. You blink back your tears as you bite down onto your lip.

“Again,” he finally rasps out, the hand on your nape slipping around to the front of your throat, squeezing. “Fuckin’ hit me again, kitten.” 

That’s it for the both of you.

Your opposite hand is up in the air and you do what you can to bring it down onto Steve’s other cheek with another sob, all while he fucks into you so roughly your body scrapes across his desk with every thrust. The smack is sloppy and only slightly makes contact with his jaw, but it’s enough to send the two of you hurtling towards your orgasms. 

Yours is so blinding it almost hurts, the way it bursts from your center and outwards. You can’t make a noise, a scream lodged in your throat, body making a valiant attempt at arching up into Steve’s own, shaking. You lay there and take your climax, let Daddy rob it from your body, drink it up. 

You know he’s coming by the way he squeezes your throat and bites out a gritty, “Fuck.”

“You better think twice about comin’ into my office and teasin’ me with your pussy again, little girl,” he pants into your ear, voice rougher than you’ve ever heard it to be, just able to cut through the fog in your mind. “Fuck, you wanna come up into my office tellin’ me you’re gonna go let somebody else have what’s mine?”

There’s not an ounce of fight left in you as your pussy continues to pulse and quiver around his cock, as you lay there splayed for him, taking his load.

“No, no! It’s Daddy’s, s’daddy’s pussy, all for Daddy. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m—” 

You’re babbling nonsense, the roll of Steve’s hips not slowing, the stroke of his cock along your inner walls making you dizzy. Your voice has turned nasally, small and whiny, just like Daddy likes it. Steve’s hand trembles around your neck. You can feel his come leak out of you, how messy you feel as he continues to fuck into you, hips slowing but not halting like you’re used to.

“No,” he groans, shaking his head, his lips smearing messily against your cheek, your jaw. “You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry for, baby. You know me so fuckin’ well, know just what your Daddy needs. You’re perfect, fuck, a perfect goddamn angel.” 

Euphoria. 

There’s nothing else he could have said that would make you feel the way you do now. You’re pushing overstimulation, thighs trembling around Steve’s waist, chest heaving as you’re left sucking air into your lungs. Your body and mind have been sent to hell and back and you didn’t realize how badly you wanted to hear Steve reassure you that this was okay, that everything you’ve done and said was acceptable. 

You pull him down to you with another hitch in your breath, fingers slipping through his hair, arms winding around his neck.

He begins to litter your face with kisses once he finally does slow and eventually stops the slide of his cock, hissing, body settling down onto your own with a heaving sigh. The weight of him is hefty but welcomed, the reminder of his sturdiness something that you let settle into your bones. 

“Don’t be sorry, kitten. I won’t allow it. Not after that.” 

You hum.

“So bossy,” is all you murmur into his beard, your legs slipping down the backs of his own, holding him close. 

“I’m pretty sure you were just tellin’ me to prove I was the boss, so…”

You merely harrumph in response; you’re done arguing for the day, possibly the week.

After a few blessed, silent moments of breathing and coming down from your shared high together, you begin to let a sense of accomplishment slip through your mind. You were brought in to help, to bring Steve out of his head and to improve his mood and therefore the mood of everyone else in his presence. You’ve made a difference, have helped your Daddy, were thoroughly dicked down in the process. And even though this was more emotionally heavy than you anticipated, you feel good. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve eventually breaks the silence with, pulling his head back in order to look you in the eyes as he apologizes. He always has to look you in the eyes when you’re sharing serious words. Communication is something he values highly, your constant honesty with one another a must for him and in turn you. In his line of work, how he spends his days, he can’t risk the two of you not being on the same page.

He kisses your lips softly, his hands slipping through your hair.

“I’m sorry for not giving you the attention you deserved when you walked in here, baby.” 

You shake your head. “I should have been more cognizant of your mood and how your day has gone. I’m sorry too.” 

He kisses you again, once and then twice, lips soft and gentle with your own. 

“What I’m not going to apologize for,” he whispers then, voice deep and mischievous, “is everything that led up to you smackin’ me.”

You giggle, first softly and then louder as Steve grips your chin and doesn’t let you shy away from his eye contact. He nips at your chin. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. Where the hell did that come from?” 

“I don’t know! I…it just felt right. I’m so—” 

“Nope,” he cuts you off quickly, nose nudging your own. “No apologizing, I already said that. You’re perfect. I’m serious— this was just what I needed.”

You sigh into his next set of kisses, exhaustion slowly seeping into your bones.

“Well, you’ll have to thank Bucky for this later.” 

“I will do no such thing.” 

He slips from your body then, motioning for you to stay where you are and to not move. You don’t think you could sit up without help. He comes back from the adjacent bathroom looking everything provider and Alpha and Daddy, slacks buttoned and white shirt tucked into them. He cleans you off with a warm washcloth, puts the pieces of your sexy getup that are out of place back to where they belong. His hands linger on your thighs, stroking at the softness of your stockings. 

He touches you with such gentleness and care. It’s so different from the touches he gave you just moments before, the ones you can feel growing sore already. 

“I love you,” you find yourself whispering once he’s pulled you into a sitting position on his desk, taking a seat behind it in his chair. He pulls you easily to the edge, takes both of your hands into his own, brings them each to his lips. 

“I love you as well, sweetheart,” he purrs, hands moving to grip at your hips, to pull at them like he does when he’s feeling ready for another round. Surely he isn’t, not after that. He leans forward, kisses the top of each of your breasts. 

“I was rough on you wasn’t I, kitten? Gonna have to make it up to her later, get my mouth on her and give her kisses to—” 

Bucky doesn’t even knock when he enters the office, walks right in as if it’s his own. He doesn’t care that you’re practically naked, that you’ve obviously been fucked to the edge of your life, that the two of your are surely flushed and marked enough to prove what you’ve just been spending your time doing. He walks right up to Steve’s desk, hands in his pockets, casual. 

“You missed the show, Buck,” Steve grumbles, pulling you closer and gathering you into his lap, not wanting your near naked body to be seen by his right hand man. As if he hasn’t seen it before. Bucky whistles low, throws a wink over your way that you catch over your shoulder. 

“Oh, no no no,” Bucky rumbles knowingly. “I don’t think anyone in this house missed that show…Daddy.”

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Can you make a Maison Talo x grumpy reader if it's possible? 😅

Okay lessgo !! (Also sorry for the time I took, university is rough oof- I tried my best so I hope you'll enjoy it !)

Maison Talo x Grumpy reader Headcanon !!!

When Maison approached you the first time, to talk about this house he’s selling, he knew you were going to be kind of challenging. 

Especially after that first dialogue, “You’re lost and new” he told you, “You need a place to call-” “Fuck off” you said on a monotone tone.

You surprised him, and he didn’t know how to react. But he found it fairly funny to have such a tough prey to hunt.

Of course, he didn’t and will NEVER give up on devouring you. Actually, he’s pretty sure you are spicier than the other dishes he has tasted.

He wasn’t surprised that you refused to follow him to the house, but with that look you gave him, full of disgust, he couldn’t forget you.

So he kept on searching for preys, and any time he saw you he'd try again ! “Hey it’s been a while ! That house is still available-” 

“I saw you yesterday. Weirdo.” You’d answer most of the time.

One day he kept on repeating how hungry he felt, and you were so tired of it that you took him to the restaurant. He seemed surprised, his cheeks were red, and when you realized what the situation looked like, you were pretty embarrassed yourself. Well, you surprisingly spent a really good time together ! 

Maison is still after you, but you kind of accommodated. 

Even though he always begins his conversations the same, it has evolved. 

He’s a bit tactile, he can’t help it, an arm around the neck, a hand on your shoulder. And when you tell him so aggressively to stop it... Oh man, it’s like butterflies were rumbling in his stomach. But he just stop and fakely apologize.

“What a salty little human…” he think to himself.

He absolutely ADORE teasing you, you are absolutely delicious when you’re angry.

Also, he loves making you all embarrassed in public, and when you complain, he’ll answer you, “ Well well, you’re the one who never wants to come visist my home. Maybe it wouldn’t happen if you tried it…”

He doesn’t quite understand why he keeps on being so patient with you. All he wanted was to eat you, but now… There’s something else that grew inside of him. A strange feeling for a realtor like him.

Also, even if you clealy take care of them yourself, he’ll protect you the best way he can. Oh he absolutely hates when others of his kind approach you. He won’t show it, but he’d love to find their real body and burn them.

That’s why Maison often appears behind you when a guy tries to sell another house. That’s when he become touchy too. “Oh, sorry. They already have one.” with a big bright smile and eyes full of rage. Always work !

You can remind you him as much as you want that you don't need him to defend yourself, he'll simply answer you with a small grin and a "Sure little one." that always piss you off.

Ugh, you hate those sellers so MUCH, afterward you end up complaining about it to him, and he’ll always listen carefully. You almost forget he's a seller himself.

Even himself, he’ll start to complain with you, about how hard it is to be a seller in this economy, how he can barely eat what he wants.

You hate to admit it, but it feels good right ? Finally, someone doesn't complain about your emotions, and why you’re not smiling more.

He just loves you the way you are.

No matter how negative your emotions are, Maison will always be here to listen.

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Chapter 23 (Mastermind)—MOTA Fic

A/N: A little bit filler….and I apologize for that! I woke up with some blood clotting and it’s been a bit rough today 😅 next chapter will hopefully make up for that! As always, let me know what you think!

The day before D-Day, Ruth felt like she was running around as a chicken would without a head.  It was for more than one reason that consumed her thoughts.  D-Day was everything that they had been working for and it represented a real hope that the war might be able to be finished soon.  Everyone was hands on deck and working to the best of their ability to make things happen. 

Ruth hadn’t slept for more than 45 minutes at a time, taking short naps when she could afford it.  But even her dreams were plagued with the other particular issue that she was having and its name was Robert Rosenthal. 

How dare he weasel his way into her heart yet again and how dare she go too far and let him touch and kiss her like she had?  She was foolish and damned to hell, most certainly for her actions.  Robert Rosenthal was someone that she needed to be untouchable.  Needed to keep her distance from.  

If not for the fact that they were enemies, then certainly for the fact that whatever fake relationship they had going on was going to be complicated by the all too real lust that the two of them felt.  But she wasn’t so foolish a woman as to pretend that Robert Rosenthal didn’t make her physically weak in the knees simply because of how he looked and the fact that she trusted him. 

Nor was she immune to the fact that she desperately needed someone in a carnal nature—and not just because she was lonely.  Ruth needed the comfort that came from being with another person physically.  And whether that meant she was sitting atop his face and having a heady pleasure course through her or she was on her knees and showing him straight to the seventh heaven, she didn’t care. 

She just knew that she needed something like that and soon—or she might just lose her damn mind.  

Speaking of losing one’s mind was the very vision of Harry Crosby, practically a madman at this point.  Ruth rushed past the man, eager to get her next set of paperwork to the Colonel.  She didn’t have time for the tired ramblings of Crosby, who hadn’t slept in three days and was practically the walking dead.  She had far too much on her mind to worry about what was going on with him. 

There was Abe and Rosie who she needed to worry about as a whole—because the two of them were going up in the skies on D-Day and that meant she was going to be praying the entire time that they would just come back alright.  There was Liesel, who by all intents and purposes, was her legal ward for the time being—and Ruth truthfully knew nothing about raising a child, let alone a teenage girl who was now getting in trouble at school and that had been put on the backburner for the week. 

There was the fact that her mother had sent a damn package with so many of her personal effects from home—including her personal diary that she had taken the time to hide (mostly because it contained several secrets and a rather embarrassing Valentine that happened to be the only one she had ever received).  It was a rather damning thing, having the very diary that contained her younger self’s thoughts on Robert Rosenthal—hell, he took up half of the damn thing and that was mortifying in and of itself. 

The tip of Ruth’s pencil snapped and she just let out a frustrated sound, quickly grabbing for another pencil to finish off the paperwork.  Signing her name, Ruth had just moved out of her office when she caught sight of a group of men carrying Harry Crosby towards the Hospital Wing. 

She nearly stopped short, confusion flitting across her face.  “Is he…did he pass out?” Ruth questioned, eyebrows shooting up in the air. 

Jack Kidd just looked equally as annoyed by the actions.  “I told him he needed sleep.” 

“Oh that dumb man,” Ruth mumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose.  “Well—get him to the hospital and let him rest.  He’s off the clock now.  And no one better wake him up again,” Ruth warned in a short tone. 

Kidd gave a nod.  “You heard Lieutenant Sharpe.  Go on then.” He let out a deep sigh as the others took off with Crosby in tow.  For a moment, the two of them just lingered in the hallway. Ruth looked her friend up and down, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips. 

“You should get some sleep too.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“That was an order.” 

“I’m pretty sure I outrank you.” 

“You really wanna argue with me on this right now, ol’ Jackie boy?” Ruth crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. 

Any resistance that Kidd had died in his shoulders and he glanced down.  “Not really.  I don’t have the energy for that.” 

“I know you don’t.  So go rest.  Please?  God knows we need you right now and we don’t need another hospitalized competent person unable to help us.” 

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Bright and early on the morning of June 6th, 1944—before almost anyone else was up, Ruth, Rosie, and Abe all gathered together in the mess hall, sitting quietly with one another and letting Ruth pray over them. 

Ruth had practically dragged them all there, but neither one of them could complain this time around.  The invasion of Europe was no laughing matter, after all.  And they needed all of the help, both human and divine, that they could muster.  If that meant Ruth demanding God bring them home safely, then so be it. 

After the prayers were said and Ruth had done her best not to cry (she had done her makeup and everything this morning and didn’t need it smearing, thank you very much), she reluctantly came to the realization that she would have to let them go today.  And it was at this particular moment that she wondered how Abraham could have possibly offered up Isaac to the Lord.  

What humanity and mortality required of her was impossible and far too full of grief to be any type of fair.  

She had her time with Abe first, pulling him aside just outside of the mess hall before he would go in there to eat and then be the property of the United States Air Force.  Looking him over, Ruth realized that she could scarcely recognize the young man that stood in front of her now.  Abe seemed to be all grown—so much of a man.  He was still just a child in number, but he had seen and done things that boys had not.  His time here had cemented that he was now a man. 

Ruth sucked in a breath.  Be gentle, be firm, be his friend, be his sister, be his person.  But don’t push him away.  “Be careful up there alright?” 

He just gave her a crooked grin in response. “Ruthie, I’m always careful.  And when has my math ever led us astray?” 

“Don’t you dare get cocky.  Not today,” Ruth’s tone of voice did not suggest begging, but it did hold some plea to him to be true to his word. 

Almost immediately, Abe sobered at her tone of voice and gave a nod.  “Yes, ma’am.” 

“Don’t ma’am me,” Ruth stated in exasperation.  She brought the boy in for a hug, trying to pour every piece of luck and karma and hope and prayer that she could into the hug.  Because maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to keep him alive.  And maybe, just maybe, he would come back to her and get to have a life. 

It felt like a lifetime before she let go of him and then Robert Rosenthal was standing in front of her and it was all just so much—the fact that he was going to be the pilot, the fact that he was going to be going up and could die too—

Any sentimentality that Ruth wanted to have lived, breathed, and then died in her lungs.  She had half a mind to tell him that she couldn’t imagine doing any of this without him and that if anything happened to him or Abe, she’d surely transfer to another base and drown her sorrows in work.  She had half a mind to beg him to come back to her (and yes, that was right, she said beg).  She had half a mind to jump him here and now against the very mess hall building and let him be the one to take the remaining shreds of whatever virginity she had. 

But Ruth did none of that. 

She stood there, cold as ever, with her arms crossed and breath even.  She stood there and she looked him dead in the eyes.  “Uh….are you—are you gonna say anything?” Rosie asked, confusion flitting around his face.  Ruth was never this silent, never this steely before.  It was simply unnerving and he didn’t know what to make of any of it. 

“Come back and you might just find out.” 

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D-Day went off without a single hitch and Ruth was almost entirely certain that it was a God-given miracle.  How else to explain the fact that there had been no air resistance for the men by the time that they had shown up to the fight—those paratroopers and marines on the beaches had cleared the way for the skies to be taken by the pilots of the Hundredth and other groups. 

In fact, the bombs had been dropped and Rosie’s plane had returned without a single mark, scratch, or dent in it.  The utter relief that Ruth felt at the sight of that dumb plane—the singular time that it would ever go unmarked on a mission—was irrepressible.  

For those few hours that they had been in the skies, Ruth had haunted the local church like she was some sort of weeping woman or banshee from old folk tales.  She had paced like a ghost unable to shake the dust from its own death and then made her way to the candles—and she had lit candles for every single member in Rosie’s crew.  She had lit candles for her paratrooper friends like Lew and Dick—and she had prayed. 

Let them be the righteous hand of God and carry them back on the wings of your love. 

And those prayers had been answered—at least for the men at Thorpe Abbotts.  Ruth didn’t altogether mind the aching in her spine or the pinching of needles that bundled up down in her lower back.  If lingering back pain that acted up in times of stress from her residual injuries with Timothy was the cost of bringing back her brother and Rosie safely, then she’d happily pay the price ten times over. 

So neither Rosie or Abe was surprised when Ruth barrelled into them, pulling them both into a fierce hug.  Because if nothing else, they had established that the three of them were something.  They were a family, if a little unconventional at best.  But they were there for one another.  And they’d keep on coming back to one another.  It was just how it all worked. 

The party that filled Thorpe Abbotts was simply extravagant and ever so slightly gauche.  The death toll for the men in Thorpe Abbotts may not have gone up, but Ruth was keeping an ear out for reports on the men on the beaches and those who had dropped behind the enemy lines.  Their death toll would be a number that she wouldn’t be able to forget—because with everything they did, there was always a cost. 

But Ruth lit up a pipe at the end of the night and she sat and watched the skies of Thorpe Abbotts carefully.  And when Rosie joined her, she didn’t hesitate in handing him the pipe.  And for a moment, just a shining moment—the two of them just sat in the silence and in the waiting of trying to figure out what the hell that they were amidst the hellscape that was the war.  

And when the night was over and the party had died down, the two of them parted ways and stayed in the waiting.  Because now was not their time. And they both knew it. 

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For the soft ask meme, how about 17 for 🗡️ Fantasy Knight!Hob/King Morpheus?

17. this is a very long hug now sort of hug

Nice! Thanks for the prompt! I think this fits nicely with elaborating a bit on their history prior to getting together. The original fic is here. Although I did approach it a little differently than I think the prompt intended. 😅

Hob wakes up to a room so dark it takes a moment for him to realize that his eyes are both open and working.

No moon, just the barest twinkle of stars comes in from the small open window. Other than that, the only source of illumination in the room is a candle that is almost burned down to its base, wax a puddle on the table beneath the holder.

But even with that little light Hob can see that he is not alone.

A person is sprawled in a simple wooden chair next to his bedside, legs stretched out in front of them, arms folded tight across their chest, chin tilted down so far that the person's profile is almost buried in said arms. But even with just that sliver of information, Hob knows who it is. Hob would know who it was in the pitch black of the depths of the underworld, just by the sound of his breathing.

"King Morpheus?" Hob whispers, unsure if they are actually alone.

His sworn sovereign is awake instantly, eyes finding Hob without error, as if they have memorized the path from being closed to looking down upon him on the bed. They stare at one another for a silent moment, the King's eyes startlingly bright given the lack of light, and then, suddenly, Hob finds himself enveloped in a hug. It is awkward - he is still laying down - but strong arms are around his shoulder and chest and there is rapid breathing in his ear.

Hob shivers. He is... he is in King Morpheus' arms.

The King is alive.

Hob succeeded.

The relief is palpable. It washes over him from head to toe, unclenching muscles he didn't even know could be tense. Except...

Oh fuck but does his shoulder hurt.

But he is being held by his King. Wrapped in arms he has dreamed about. Pressed into a warmth he dared not imagine.

Hob relaxes into it, bringing his hands up carefully to grip at King Morpheus' waist, and the King hums like he sounds happy about it and Hob might sublimate from the fierce joy that surges up in his chest.

"Sir Gadlen." King Morpheus whispers.

"Yes, my Lord?" And Hob thinks that this should end it and he even goes to pull away.

But the King does not. He holds firm, keeping Hob held to his chest, his chin on Hob's shoulder.

So Hob does the only thing he can think of to do, he closes his eyes and tries his damnedest to memorize every tiny dot of contact between them - how it moves when they breathe, how it feels in the stillness between breaths, how smooth King Morpheus' cheek is against his neck, how rough his own body feels from the battle.

Hob gets more time than he thinks he deserves in his King's embrace, but it does eventually end. King Morpheus grabs the sides of his shoulders and pulls away to look him right in the eyes to say, "Thank you. For saving my life."

His heart leaps into his throat, starts screaming: I would do it again in a heartbeat. Every day. From now until forever. If it would keep you safe. And happy.

Of course, he doesn't say any of that. Instead Hob just smiles, as bright as he can through the pain. "And I am very glad I am here to say you're welcome."

King Morpheus actually huffs a laugh at that. "As am I. And please, I think you have earned the right to call me Dream."

Hob cannot help but startle at the very idea. He... can't. How could he ever call his sovereign by a nickname? It is just... impossible. "I... that's generous of you, my Lord. But I do not think it proper for me to... I do not think it would reflect well on you to..." The light in the King's eyes dims ever so slightly and Hob just barely holds back from falling all over himself apologizing. Instead he blurts, "But you can call me Hob, if you'd like." And oh, Hob can feel the blush burn across his cheeks now and perhaps he can blame it on a fever?

But then King Morpheus smiles, a small, gentle thing, and Hob would take a hundred more bolts just to have that gift. "Alright... Hob." His hands slide from Hob's shoulders to hold his elbows. "How do you feel about joining the guards of my Inner Circle?"

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Now I know someone has probably done this already, but I couldn't help but draw some of my favorite Eclipses🥰🎉🥳!!!!!!!! (I drew them all in my style, so apologies for that in advance; trying to mimic others art styles is a bit difficult for me😅)

Without further a due, I tried🙃!!!!

First off in the top left-hand corner, we have @certified-handler's handsome devil from her AU, Dealer's Choice♠️♥️♣️♦️(I'm looking respectfully . . . . . I-I promise🥴 Dude, the way you designed him is just so crisp, it's flawless👌✨)

@starrspice's babe from their Cherub AU (so pure, and yet, so sassy as well😏😇 Can't wait to see them boss Sun, Moon, and Y/N around a lot more🤣)

My pharaoh from my Long Live The King AU🥰 (I like how I made him rough around the edges, but a total softy to Y/N and KT😏 Personally, he was the hardest to draw out of all of them since his rays are long af😮‍💨)

Racer Eclipse from @castercassette's badass Racer AU (No words can describe how talented and marvelous their work is, check them out or else🤠!!!!!!!)

@webzebs version of Eclipse (not sure if he has an AU planned, but if he does, yyeeeeeeeeesssssssss😍)

@sol-s-hine's cutie pie☺️(he's like a waffle mixed with a soft, but burnt marshmallow, I love his design so much, she did an excellent job with him🥰)

@sinnabee's piece of shit magician🤣(their words, not mine!! I'm personally fond of him in an . . . Odd manner, being mainly that his design is perfect🥺)

And lastly, but certainly not least, we've got the most badass Siren AU my piss-poor eyes have ever gazed upon, created by @bitter-beanz is Vampire Squid-Dragonfish hybrid Eclipse🌊 (I'm not one usually for sirens and such, but holy hell does his art make my heart skip several beats😍 And the designs are so breathtaking, it makes me want to see more of them🥺)

(There was supposed to be another version of Eclipse in the upper right-hand corner, but the guy deleted his account and I never got the chance to save the reference pic)

Hope y'all like this, and I hope every one of you beautiful and creative people have a very merry Christmas, a happy Hanukkah, a wonderful Kwanzaa, and for my badass atheist friendos out there, I'd still like to wish y'all happy holidays🎉🥳🎄🎅🦌⛄🎄🎅🦌⛄🎄🎅🦌⛄!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[n0vadroid]

From Strangers to Soulmates

Gogo walked to the front room while putting on her earrings. “Shoot, I forgot my purse.” Gogo quickly went back into her room and grabbed her purse before coming out again. 

Gogo went into the kitchen and poured Junto some water and food since she’ll be out late. Just then Gogo got a phone call. 

She took out her cell and answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey, Gogo. I’m, uh, outside your house,” Robaire said over the phone. 

As soon as she heard his voice, she blushed and grew excited. “O-okay, I’ll be right out.” She hung up the phone, grabbed her purse and keys, and left. 

Gogo locked the door, and once she turned around, she saw Robaire in his car waiting for her in front of her house like he said. She opened the car door and got into the passenger's side.

“H-hi, Robaire…” Gogo placed her purse on her lap and put her seatbelt on.

“Hey,” Robaire replied. “You ready?”

Gogo nodded and Robaire drove off towards the pier while they sat in silence. Gogo wanted to clear the tension and so did Robaire.

“Hey,” they said in union. 

They both looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Sorry, uh, you can go first,” Robaire said, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Thanks. I wanted to talk about what happened on Monday during…our phone call,” Gogo explained. “I didn’t mean to say that, m-my words just came out all weird.”

Robaire chuckled. “I know. I was gonna say something about it, too. But I get it.”

Gogi smiled. “That’s good then. Have you been to the pier before?”

“Yeah, a bunch of times when I was little. You?” Robaire asked. 

“I’ve been twice. The first time was in middle school for my friend’s birthday and the other was in high school because a guy wanted me to go with him,” Gogo explained. 

“Well, I don’t think a lot has changed there. We’ll have fun,” Robaire assured. 

“Agreed. I’m kind of excited to eat the pretzels and caramel apples if they still have them. They were my favorite. Oh, and I liked the Ferris Wheel, too. I liked the view from there,” Gogo said.

Robaire kept facing forward while stealing glances at Gogo while she talked. He couldn’t help but smile. 

“And-oh my gosh, I’m talking too much, aren’t I? I never do this, I’m sorry.” Gogo sighed. “I must be annoying you, huh?”

Robaire shook his head. “No, you’re fine. I actually like hearing you talk.”

Gogo blushed immediately. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. “Since you’re going with me to see my family later, I just want to warn you that my grandpa can be…rough.”

“What do you mean?” Robaire asked.

“Well, he’s nice and very respectful, but he can be a bit intimidating. Like, he might glare at you the whole time or threaten you,” Gogo explained.

“Oh.” Robaire felt a wave of nerves hit him. “That’s…fun.”

“You don’t have to worry because I’ll be with you the whole time. We might even get to sit next to each other,” Gogo assured. “And if you feel uncomfortable, you can leave whenever you want. Or you can hide in the bathroom the whole time and I’ll subtly try to message you in order to keep you company.” Gogo giggles. 

Robaire chuckles at her humor. “I’ll keep that in mind. We’re here.” Robaire pulls into the parking lot and parks the car.

They both take off their seatbelts, but right before Gogo tries to open the door, Robaire stops her. “Wait, let me get that for you.”

“Oh, okay.” Gogo stops what she’s doing and watches Robaire go around and open the door for her.

Gogo steps out of the car with her purse and moves out of the way so Robaire can close the door for her.

“Thanks,” Gogo said.

“No problem,” Robaire replied. “Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Part 29

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Sorry for the late upload, I haven't posted in more than 4 days 😅. I haven't been apologizing for not posting regularly and just springing parts on you guys with no explanation, so my bad. But I'll try to post every 4 days again unless I say I won't.

[i-sveikata]

Hi! I loooooved the new chapter, it was def worth the wait! So much to unpack this chapter but my main take aways are:

1. Love vegas' guards. I really relate to oat having to pee every five min. Same.

2. Super impressed with vegas and how he can get aroused in any situation. Like, bro you almost died and getting to smash pete is the first thing you think about??? He's gonna have a rough couple of weeks with no sex.

3. Kim is 25?????? I thought he was maybe a year or two older than chay. I know the series is very vague on the character ages. I think the novel is a little more clear with most of the characters being in their early twenties. How old are the all characters in your fic? Is vegas older than pete? I'm super curious.

4. I know this is a vp fic but I'm super excited to see how the other couples work out. Kinn is a massive tool but I'm still rooting for him and porsche to have a happy ending. Porsche deserves it. I was rooting for kimchay to patch things up in the show. I don't know about in this fic though 😅. I hope kim can at least give a real apology for Chay's sake at least. What are your thoughts on the kimchay relationship? Do you have any plans for them?

Thank you so much for the great chapter! Wishing you the best!

Ahh thank you angel!! Haha poor oat and his tiny bladder but of course Pete was just being impatient and getting annoyed by the smallest things because he was so worried about Vegas!

Omg Vegas is literally feral!!! But I do think there’s an edge of real insecurity to that where he’s afraid that if he’s not providing mind blowing sex at any given moment that Pete might not put up with him (this will eventually be addressed at some point tho) but yeah he is going to have a hard time in the next few weeks

Yeah all the ages were kinda vague so when I googled I basically just came across guesses for age ranges? So in this fic Kim is 25, I have Kinn as like 26/27 and tankhun around 29/30. Pete and Porsche are both around 24 and Macau and porchay are eighteen (though Macau is older and is closer to turning nineteen at this point) Vegas is a little older than Pete around 25/26. But also in the show the actor that played Kim looks wayyyy older than the actor playing chay so I did kind of want to play that up a bit to add to the unsettling vibe?? Like tbh all of these relationships in this fic (and in the show) are a bit unsettling that’s why the power and control and ideas of consent are all swirling around in the story tbh!

Kinn is a massive tool for sure but until things improve I basically considered that fight with him and Porsche as Porsche basically dumping his ass.

Tbh Kim and porchay were never particularly important to me but that’s because I don’t really find the young innocent/naive and ruthless/liar/false identity couple dynamic very interesting even if I do like their characters? Obviously there’s more to the story than what’s come to us in this chap from Porsches biased perspective but yeah I don’t really envision them having a happy ending in this (but I’m not sure if they did in the books anyway? But yeah it was a pretty bitter ending in the show) I think kim will do his best to apologise but he kinda seems to strike me as the most similar to mr korn personality wise? So he’ll be sorry that chay is hurt but not necessarily sorry for his actions if that makes sense? He’s ruthless and I think he got a little caught up in the pretending with chay too

But yeah basically I kinda wanted to highlight how the cruelty and the trauma trickles down into all of mr kan and mr korns sons and how they still pass that on in how they behave in their relationships in different ways tbh they’re all pretty fucked up

Oh you’re welcome! So glad you enjoyed the latest chap!

[danses-with-dogmeat]

hi! i absolutely love your writing!! the post about the companions making sole a holotape literally made me tear up. that shit went hard /pos. are you planning to add gage to the post? (personally, i think there's never enough gage content) keep up your astounding fics!

Ahh thank you so much! And I'm glad you got some feels out of that holotape post, I really did mean for some of them to be tear-jerkers 😅

But yes, you're so right, there's definitely never enough Gage out there! I'm gonna go ahead and add him to the original and reblog that one, but here is his as a standalone post as well!

Thanks so much for the ask, and I hope you enjoy ❤

Gage:

“Hiya there boss… It’s…”

*under his breath* “I hope this damn thing is even recording.”

*snorts*

 “But, it’s me. Jus’ wanted to say some stuff…"

*sighs*

“Look, it’s tough for me, I’m sure you know it more than most, but, it’s tough for me to reach out like this. I never… Well, you know this too Sole, but, I never done this sorta thing before. With the relationship and the… I don’t know, man, the arguments. Before, well, fights like this usually meant the end of things, but you said that ain’t how it’s supposed to be. We’re supposed to work through this shit, somehow, and so I… I guess I figured I’d start with this.” 

*deep breath*

“I’m sorry. Sole. There, okay? I’m sorry for bein’ an asshole, for not givin’ you enough credit, not remembering that yer new to this whole raider thing, this whole Overboss thing. And that… well, you’ve probably never been with someone like me before. I sure as hell’ve never been with somebody like you, but… What can I say? It’s hard to find folks like you out here anyhow. You’re your own breed, boss. And that’s far from a bad thing. Jus’... Well, you know me. If you’re your own breed, I’m a goddamn mutt. I’m rough around the edges, not used to tryin’ to make things work. I’ve solved a hell of a lot more problems with my knife than I have with my words, but… I wanna… Well, I wanna make things work this time ‘round, boss… Sole… I mean, you know how I feel about ya, and I… I ain’t never had anything like this, and I just don’t know how I got along so long without you, cuz… Well, Sole, cuz you just make everything better.”

(pause)

“I mean… my life’s not worth a whole lot, that ain’t no mystery or nothin’, but when yer in it… It feels like somethin’ worth having. Not like the rest of my life, oh… stumblin’ around looking for scraps of quick fixes that could make me forget how little my life really means, but… having something worth holding onto, worth bein’ around for… that’s what it’s like with you.”

*dry chuckle*

“And to think, I was stupid enough to think that one little argument was worth losing all this over. Worth losing the only thing in my life that really makes it worthwhile. Cuz that’s what you are, baby. That’s what you are to me. Even though I don’t say it a whole lot… It don’t mean that I… That I don’t mean it, you know?”

*sigh*

“I can’t be the easiest to get along with, I’m sure. I’m so damn hard-headed most of the time, and I always act like I know what I’m talking about, which… Well, you know that usually ain’t the truth.”

*chuckles*

“But somehow you got the patience for all this. All my shit. And… I may not always be the sharpest knife in the drawer, or whatever the saying is, but I know what I got with you. I know what you’re worth, baby, and it’s more than I got, and I know you bein’ with me at all is a charity, but… Well dammit, I hope I got some worth to you too, cuz I just… I need you now, Sole. I wanna be worth the headache and the patience, and I wanna work through the fights and learn how to make it up to you. I never had this before… I never felt this way about no one. I don’t wanna lose it. I can’t… lose you. Things jus’, well, they just wouldn’t be the same…” 

*deep sigh*

“I know I’m going ‘round in circles a bit here, but you know apologies ain’t really my strong suit. An’ neither is all this mushy stuff, but I’m trying all right? I’m trying for you. And I’m gonna keep on doing that until you tell me you can’t stand it no more. It’s just the kinda reckless, hard-headed, stubborn fool I am, Sole. Gonna keep telling you how you changed it all for me, how you’re so damn incredible it makes my chest hurt, how I… Well dammit. Guess I’ve gotta say it now, huh? Look, there. You did it boss, you got it out of me. Damn near slipped out before I could even catch it too. Nasty little words, but… It’s never been truer. I love you Sole.”

(pause)

*comical sigh*

“And while we’re at it, might as well say I’m sorry again, too. There. You got both outta me. Got it all. There’s nothing left for you to take, baby, all my cards just out on the table like that and I forgot how to fucking bluff.” 

“soft chuckle*

“Nah, but… I mean it, Sole. I ain’t nothin’ without you. Next time we fight, just pull this shit outta your pocket and I’ll shut right up, I promise. And… If I’m ever not sayin’ all that… All that I should, if I’m being an ass like I do sometimes, just listen to this while I’m off sulkin’ somewhere. Cuz it’s true. It’s all true, and no amount of me bein’ pissy or stubborn is gonna change that... Is gonna change the fact that… Well, dammit, I do, I love you, Sole.”

(pause)

“Greedy bastard, you’ve gotten it outta me twice now, so you should be all caught up for awhile… Just don’t use it against me too often, okay? Don’t abuse this shit, or you definitely ain’t gonna hear it as much, I’ll tell ya that.”

*chuckles*

 “Alright, don’t know when this thing is gonna run outta tape, but it’s bound to be close. I’ll, ah, I’ll see ya soon, baby.”

*click*

[slashingdisneypasta]

I couldn't decide whether to send a flirt for Kingston, or send thirst asks for him... So I decided both just like you did with Moony XD

- What does Kingston look like? I know he's a kangaroo toon, but how do his features balance out? Is he more like Tax Avery's wolf with a human body and animal head, or does he possess more kangaroo features? And where is he on the height scale, too? Like a really tall toon like Jessica or one of the shorter toons like Roger and the weasels?

- How does he flirt and what kind of game does he have? I know he's a married man, but- I need to know XD

- Following that pipeline, how does he like his kisses? Tongue or no tongue?

- In general, what is he like in a relationship? I know him and Rena are pretty toxic, but if he wasn't with her, could he maintain a normal relationship (as normal as a Vegas Mob Boss can get XD)? Would he still be pretty mean to his S/O even if they were a more loving person?

- You mentioned that Kingston is an insecure, badass psychopath... How does that play into his relationships? Like- if he saw a guy talking up to his girl at a bar or something, would he make a show of who she belonged to? Would he get passive-aggressive about it? Would he just deck the guy? Possessive sex when they get home like Feral!Moony?

Ok that got a bit more than just thirsty at the end, i apologize XD don't feel obligated to answer any of these if you don't want to, of course ^^

GAHHHHHHHH YES! KINGSTON! HERE WE GO!-

Kingston's Looks: i had to dig out an old drawing of him i did a long time ago here XDD

As a toon kangaroo: The Kangroo gang are as kangaroo as the Toon Patrol are weasels. So, about the same size (A bit taller). Kingston is a few inches taller then Wheezy and he's mostly a dark dark brown colour (Shown below) except for his throat, chest and underbelly which are a lighter peanutbutter sort of colour (Also shown below). He wears a light blue fedora with a navy blue ribbon and has an eyepatch (Being a crazy person, he did a crazy thing, and thats how he lost his eye XD Perhaps more on this later). His eye is brown.

As a human: While in human form he is about 6'3. His short, rough (Meaning uncared for, split-end riddled) hair is that dark sort of ashy brown colour his shoulders and back are in kangaroo form and his eye is a dark dark green in human form. He generally wears a black suit (Like, all black. Blazer, button up shirt, pants, etc. All black) with his blue fedora but he doesn't look particularly fancy 😅 The jacket is old and thin, he doesn't wear a tie, and the shirt is often undone at the top.

Ryan can sometimes get Kingston to dress up, but even then its just a nicer button up (Like a teal colour or sometimes red).

Kingstons flirt game: Let me be clear, Kingston can flirt, yes XD Just not with Rena, funny enough, so you would never know unless he want interested in you. You would think he's awkward and incapable of acting charming- ever. But you would be wrong, its just his wife he's awkward and non-charming with. 🤷‍♀️ (She has the same problem with him)

He's not a playboy-type or anything and he's not the smoothest person ever, or particularly sleazy, but he he knows what he wants and can make it clear 😏 .

He makes the person he's into feel special, cuz he's pretty mean mostly- but not to them. To them he's almost f u n. Teasing them but also making them feel safe. Or, at least it would make you feel safe, if he himself wasn't so scary 😅 He gives some conflicting vibes when he's into you. He's scary, but he's not acting scary. Vibe can be described as electric.

Like you're safe cuz you're with the danger, and the danger thinks you're neat, so 💪😆

Kingston kisses:

This one depends on his mood. He likes both! A good no-tongue kiss with the gal that makes him feel peace and comfort when he's pissed can be great, but a fat tongue kiss when he's feeling more psychotic/feral- can be awesome too XD

And, 😏 having been married to his highschool sweetheart since he was 18- he knows how to kiss 😏

He can turn your brain off if he wants to. And sometimes, just for kicks, he does 😏

Kingston in a relationship (Not with Rena):

Ohhhhhhhh it would be SO much more healthy!!! Yes, he's a psycho. Yes, he's insecure. Yes, he's an asshole- but as shown with how he is with Ryan (loving, appreciative, caring), he is capable of warmth and a loving relationship.

He would not be mean to them ^^ (That is reserved for Rena *cough*) He would treat them better than anyone (while still, you know, being his sometimes-insane most-of-the-time-dickhead self)! He wants his S/O to be in all his 'meetings' so they know what's going on (and to gouge their reaction- he values their instincts), he doesn't keep it from them when he's done something terrible (just admits it. They should know what they're getting into, he supposes.), he treasures his time just alone with them (date nights are non negotiable- he just loves hanging with them ^^ They keep him calm), etc. He puts in the effort to make the relationship work in his fucked up world!

Possessive/Jealous Kingston:

I think Kingston c a n become secure in a relationship (Its more his intelligence that he's overly insecure about XD Like with Jewel, if she poked fun at him for being all-brute force he'd so quickly get riled up. This man will be arguing loudly with an 11 year old because of this XDD ) BUT, if this is a relatively new relationship he w i l l get possessive. Like, these other assholes don't know you're his! He needs to let them k n o w. (And by 'other assholes'- he means pretty much everyone else in the world. He doesn't like that many people.)

So he'll be beside you m o s t of the time that he's with you. Holding your hand mostly but if someone really starts to bother him he'll wrap his arm around you, whisper shit in your ear (Not even necessarily dirty stuff, just anything that can be between the two of you in order to show your intimacy. But yeah. making you go red is also a strategy for him (: He can play you like a fiddle and he d o e s use it when he feels he's gotta (: XD ), give you cheek kisses (Lingering ones), glare heavily at the person, start playing with whatever weapon he's got with him (Switching and unswitching a switchblade with an unsettling look in his eyes, sawing against a table gently with a machete while making dark eyecontact with the person, 'casually' giving his gun a good look over as if he's checking it for faults that don't exist because it is clearly ready to go-) while having his arm still around you-- this man will even take you off to a dark corner and start making out with you slowly, gently, to everyone is aware of his claim. Yes, he'll flash whoever-it-is threatening him a dark shiny look while kissing before returning his attention to you.

With Rena he gets crazier- more violent and angry, because he's very well aware she w i l l cheat on him. With you, he's more secure.

AGHHHHH! THESE WERE SO MUCH FUN TO EXPLORE! ^^ XD I hope you like them !!!! ^^

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hi, I love your blog 🥰 could you possibly write something with caregiver JJ and little reader that also has ADHD where reader is having a hard time after a rough few cases and JJ is there to make them feel better 🥰 I’ve recently been diagnosed with ADHD and the stress of uni is making things a bit more difficult 🥴😅

Struggles | Jennifer Jareau x Reader

a/n: totally felt that last bit, schooling can be so stressful at time, wishing you the best of luck <3 (also this got super rambly of me so i apologize in advance)

warnings: reader having adhd, mentions of not being able to focus, mentions of rude patrol cops, mentions of reader working at the bau, pet names

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“Sweetheart it’s okay.” Jj’s brow furrows as she looks worriedly over to where you’re pacing around the hotel room, it’s the last night you’ll be here, thank god, you get to go home and spend a few days resting before the next case.

“I- I just couldn’t focus and- and I was trying so hard!” The rude words from the patrol cops earlier in the day still ring through your head, it’s making your little space become desperate to come out, you need that small moments to not worry about the days struggles.

“I know baby, you did such a good job out there today, I know everything was stressful.” Jj steps away from the foot of the bed where she sat to walk up to your side, placing her hand comfortingly on your back to lead you over to the squeaky hotel bed.

“I wish it was easier.” Jj huffs at you, cupping her free hand to your cheek, giving you that look you’ve come to associate with some type of caregiver advice she gives.

“Hey, don’t do that, I know you struggle sometimes but you always do your best and that’s what matters. You are amazing at everything you do, even if it’s hard while you’re doing it, you push through. My strong baby.” Her thumb traces circles against your skin, a soft smile crossing Jj’s face when you blush under the praise and lean towards her.

“And if things were easier that doesn’t guarantee that they’ll be better, you work through the hard stuff to get to a goal and that goal helps save people.” Jj’s hand pets at your hair while you slump toward into her chest, wrapping your arms around her waist and listening to her gentle words.

“You’re the best.” You murmur up towards the blonde, pushing yourself back into her when she grins down at you.

“I think you’re the best, so strong and smart and-.” You groan slightly when Jj keeps going with compliments, you both laughing lightly when they become more animated.

“You’re always so sappy.” Jj just hmphs at you, pulling you down til you both lay flat against the bed and you’re able to throw an arm around her middle with your head tucked onto her chest.

“You deserve it baby, really.” You nod at the sincerity in her voice, that case was hard but you know they won’t all be like that, and if they are, you have Jj at your side to help.

[legacyshenanigans]

Alrighty, didn’t throw these in on the others in case people were uncomfy with NSFW (although if it’s Marvolo I don’t see how those can co exist 😅), but here’s my asks on NSFW headcanons/thoughts

And once again thank you my smut queen for taking the time to indulge me 💚💚

Has Marvolo every accidentally gone too far and hurt MC without meaning to? If so how did he react? Especially with caring for her, would he feel guilty or roll off his back?

Thoughts on Marvolo giving a sensual massage as a way to bridge the gap of him not being super romantic since it is sexy but still giving towards MC in his own way? (Maybe not candles but def a really good rub down and maybe some sweet words)

His fav positions?

Ones he hasn’t tried but wants to?

Things he has tried to indulge MC that he liked? Things he tried and didn’t?

Worst place(s) they’ve done it? Places they want to try?

His biggest kink(s) - could also be not explicitly sexual?

Things he has learned about himself while being the MC that surprised him in the bedroom?

Also it’s getting late in my time zone so I’m bout to go horny scrolling so I apologize 🤣

It's also super later where I am too, or early, depends how you look at it 😅 nearly 5am ahahaha. But I saw this ask and thought,

"Oof..I need to do this" 🫦😩🤣

I love these questions you have!! 💚🐍

I will undercut these NSFW answers❤️

1. One time when he was hitting her hard from the back, he pushed down on her back WAY to hard in a primal (not thinking straight) state to make her arch more so he could fuck her deeper, and absolutely blew her back out. She could barely walk the next day. They kinda laughed about it, but he did help her and stuff, and gave her lots of attention for being such a good girl that night and letting him go wild on her.

2. He'd have absolutely no issue giving her a massage if that's what she wanted, but it would end in sex 100%. Yeah, romance is a very strange world for Marvolo, and he does try at times because he knows MC likes it, and he wants to make her happy. He has the capability to be romantic because he can be incredibly charming, and those two things go hand in hand, but he still struggles with what romance is. Marvolos idea of romance is like him NOT spitting on her when they have sex 🤣 He also has no issue now telling MC he loves her and says sweet things to her pretty regularly.

3. Any positions where he can clearly see her face, he wants to SEE how he's making her feel, he wants to SEE it on her face, it's a huge turn on for him, even fucking doggy, he'll be growling at her telling her to look at him over her shoulder at him, he's very big on eye contact during sex.

4. I think its safe to say in his time he's done pretty much any position you can think off 🤣

5. Letting her take control more is something he will indulge in for MC, and he does enjoy it depending on his mood (I really need to do a fic on that haha)

6. Some people could argue the "worst place" they've done it is at the Den in the butchery room, even though MC and him enjoyed it. And I'd say they'd be down for it anywhere, to be honest. 🤣

7. One of his biggest kinks is "dark play." Type stuff, like causing pain, and then she's rewarded for taking it so well, with it getting a little worse each time (again, another fic I REALLY need to do) he also enjoys humiliation, him being the one causing it, obviously. (Ffs..Another one I now suddenly want to fucking do, but him letting MC do it to HIM 😅)

8. I wouldn't say there's much he's learnt about himself bedroom wize since being with MC. He just now has little bit more of an understanding that SOMETIMES sex doesn't HAVE to be rough, like lazy morning sex was something he'd NEVER done before meeting MC, and he rather enjoys that at times, which surprised him.

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