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Stormy || 20’s || she/they

SebStan. He got blue eyes and a broken soul. Can’t fix him - but can love him.

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[buck-star]

Happy Birthday, Buck!❤️

to my favorite fictional character!

|| it’s been a while… and i’m kinda sad it came to this but for the foreseeable future there will be no writing or anything. Yeah, his birthday is important to me because he means everything to me. But tumblr and writing isn’t as it was for me anymore. ||

[witchywithwhiskey]

❤️‍🔥 matchmaker - Robby, Ari and Steve with daddy kink (this one’s mean, sorry!), knife play and anal play

ahh Stormy you're right this is MEAN!!! to make me pick daddy kink for only one man??? absolute torture 😩

ok ok i'm kidding!! thank you for sending in this ask, this matchmaker game was very difficult but also VERY fun!! hope you enjoy my answers 😈 (18+ content ahead!!!)

Steve Rogers + knife play

Steve is a good boyfriend, always attentive in bed, always pitching in around the apartment you share together. but he's a little...vanilla. which is fine! because, in practice, so are you! you've never really experimented with kink before, and Steve certainly didn't have the chance, what with being frozen and then going from fight to fight for most of his adult life.

but you read a lot of smutty books, and you're curious. so you do the mature thing and bring it up with Steve—you want to try out knife play. he doesn't really understand the appeal, so you give him one of your smutty books to read—and he's more than a little intrigued. (he also does his own research into the safety aspects, which he shares with you.)

so when the two of you finally try it—Steve carefully teasing you with the flat of his knife before burying the blade in a throw pillow so you can ride the hilt while you suck his cock—it's far and beyond one of the best experiences of your life. and it opens the door to you and Steve trying out all kinds of fun kinks together...

Ari Levinson + anal play

Ari is BIG—you can't convince me otherwise!!!—and he loves fucking your tightest hole. he loves pulling you onto his lap, so you're facing him and straddling his splayed out thighs. he kisses you and lets you grind your dripping pussy on his bare cock to get him drenched with your juices while he presses his fingers into your ass and works you open. he loves the way you cry and whimper and tremble in his arms as he stretches you and gets you ready for his cock.

then, Ari loves laying you down on your back and pushing your thighs up against your chest. he loves the cute way you sob your pleasure when he pushes into your ass, watching your whole body shake as you're overwhelmed with sensation and delicious fullness.

but what Ari loves the most about fucking your ass is that he still gets to play with your pussy. your poor neglected pussy is so wet and swollen, and when he holds your lower lips open, he can see you clench around nothing while he fucks your ass. Ari loves to spank your pussy, slap your clit, and just generally abuse your cunt—all to feel you clench down harder and harder on his cock. he loves to make you cum over and over and over again, until you're mindless and begging through tears for his release.

only then does Ari pull out of your ass to paint your pretty pussy with his cum.

Dr. Robby + daddy kink

at first, Robby hates it when you call him dad/daddy, especially since you only seem to call him that to torture him—snarking "Yes, dad," or tossing a "Whatever you say, daddy," at him. the age difference between the two of you already makes him a little wary, but that particular nickname makes him feel like a pervert.

so he tells you to stop, and you do. you start calling him 'old man' instead, but Robby finds himself missing the way 'daddy' would roll off your tongue so easily around him. he starts thinking about gathering you in his lap and impaling you on his cock, brushing the tears of pleasure from your face while you called him daddy. he can't stop thinking about bouncing you on his cock while you chanted 'dad, dad, dad' for him.

finally, Robby snaps. he's got you on your back, pounding into you while your thighs squeeze his sides, your sweet cunt gripping his cock so good, and your lips babbling mindless sounds of pleasure. "Call me daddy," Robby grunts, watching your face for your reaction. he sees the way you go dumber on his cock, the way your lips curl into a dazed little smirk. and when you murmur, "fuck me harder, dad," your cunt clenches around him so wickedly, Robby damn near sees stars.

after that, Robby can't get enough of you calling him daddy/dad—whether it's while he's fucking you or not. it feels right, and he doesn't care anymore if that makes him a pervert.

thanks for joining my sweethearts sleepover!!

[buck-star]

Can’t even decide who of them I love the most. But Ari with his IMMENSE COCK? Urgh he’s gonna be such a big meanie about it, isn’t he?

[witchywithwhiskey]

😈 monstrous love - Ransom as werewolf with double penetration, please.

sweet torture

pairing: werewolf boyfriend!ransom drysdale x female reader

summary: your werewolf boyfriend gets you a gift for valentine's day that he enjoys just as much as you do.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, monsterfucking and teratophilia, knotting, double penetration, creampie, multiple orgasms, sex toys (knotted dildo), big cock, cockwarming, dacryphilia, slight dub-con, check-ins, some dumbification/mind break, daddy kink, dirty talk, light degradation, begging, teasing, pet names (babygirl), aftercare, implied marathon sex, established relationship

word count: 1,000

a/n: thank you for sending in this prompt, Stormy!! i wasn't totally sure how to write it at first, but i like what i came up with here 🤭 Ransom's definitely the type of boyfriend to get you a gift that's really for him/both of you 🤣 hope you enjoy this bit of filth!!

join my sweethearts sleepover!

“Deep breath, babygirl.”

Ransom Drysdale’s words swam through the hazy clouds of pleasure filling your head, and you blinked up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your werewolf boyfriend was so handsome, his cheeks pinked, blue eyes flashing yellow as he tried to keep his beast at bay—at least for the moment.

“Ready?” he asked, cupping your face in his palm and brushing some of the tears from your skin. He ducked down, kissing away the rest, groaning at their salty taste, the head of his cock twitching where it was buried in your tight cunt. “Please tell me you’re ready.” 

“Ran, ’s not gonna fit,” you whined, your words mumbled through the tears on your lips. Your thighs trembled where they were hooked around his hips, spread obscenely wide to make room for your monstrous boyfriend. 

Ransom captured your kiss-swollen mouth and soothed his hand down your body, nails scraping deliciously against your skin, until you relaxed beneath him. He pulled away to let you catch your breath and pressed his forehead to yours.

“It’ll fit, babygirl,” Ransom promised. “It’ll feel good—I swear.”

“O-okay, ‘m ready,” you hiccuped, nodding your head. You sucked in a breath as big as your lungs would allow and in the next second, Ransom slid home, burying his cock to the hilt in your pussy.

A piercing scream burst from your lips, mixing with the deep, bone-rattling groan your boyfriend let out, his body growing even larger as he started to transform while inside you.

“Ran—Ran, I can’t—” you gasped, your mind breaking as you were split in half on Ransom’s werewolf cock. 

“You can take it,” he purred, pulling his hips back and snapping them forward, his heavy balls slapping against the toy lodged in your ass. 

It was too much, your mind going completely blank as you were overwhelmed with ecstasy.

You should’ve known that Ransom’s Valentine’s gift would be something he would enjoy just as much as you, but you’d never expected him to get you one of those werewolf dildos you’d seen online. He’d even gotten it modeled after his impossibly thick cock, with a knot just as big as his own.

It had been exquisite torture, laying on your stomach while Ransom worked the toy deep into your ass. By the time he was done, a knot the size of his fist wedged deep in your tightest hole, you were already shaking and crying and begging for release. 

But he’d wanted to bury himself in your pussy. He’d wanted to feel how tight your cunt was when you were filled to the brim, penetrated in both your holes by his big werewolf cock.

The feeling of being impaled on not one, but two cocks, Ransom’s toy knot filling your ass and his thick shaft hilted in your pussy, was beyond anything you’d ever felt before. It was a depraved level of fullness, the pleasure incandescent as your holes clung to every inch of his fat cocks.

“Still with me, babygirl?” Ransom murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as he wiped some of the sweat from your brow. “Or did daddy fuck you dumb on my cocks, hm?” he asked, not able to stop himself from snickering.

You babbled some unintelligible words, eyes staring unseeingly at his face for a moment before you blinked back down to earth. 

“It—it fit,” you mumbled dazedly.

Ransom chuckled, the movement of it sending delicious vibrations all through your body where you were connected to him. Pleasure coiled tight in your core, and you shivered through it.

“Mhmm,” Ransom hummed, a little patronizingly. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, babygirl—gonna fill you up with a second knot, stretch out both your holes.”

A weak whimper fell from your lips, but you nodded your head, tightening your thighs around your boyfriend’s waist. 

“Gimme your knot, daddy,” you whined, already humping your hips on Ransom’s cock, fucking yourself on him. “Want your fat knot to destroy my pussy.”

Ransom’s yellow eyes flashed, and a determined snarl fell from his lips. 

He gathered you up in his arms, hands curling around your shoulders to brace your body as he started pounding into you. Your werewolf boyfriend fucked you hard and fast, his balls slapping the knotted toy in your ass with every thrust, making you scream and cry as pleasure twisted almost painfully through your body.

It wasn’t long before you teetered on the edge of a release set to decimate you both. All it took was Ransom’s hand slipping between your bodies, rubbing your clit in brutal circles, to set you off. 

Your orgasm exploded through you, ripping an ear-shattering scream from the depth of your soul as your body clenched tight. 

Your pussy clamped down on Ransom like a vise. He roared as he shoved his cock deep in your pussy, his knot expanding in your body as he came and spilled deep in your cunt. 

Another release swept through your body at the pressure of his knot, and you rode it out with him, both of you moving on instinct as you eked out every ounce of pleasure from one another.

All the while, Ransom cooed at you, kissing the tears from your face as you caught your breath, brushing his mouth against yours in a tease. Once the waves of pleasure ebbed, he held you tight and rolled onto his back so you sprawled across his chest. 

“So, do you like your Valentine’s gift, babygirl?” he asked, smirking.

“I do, daddy,” you said sweetly, melting into his chest. “Thank you, Ran—that was sweet torture.”

Ransom chuckled, stroking a hand down your spine to grip your ass, giving it a light smack. You felt the toy and his knot shift inside you, and you let out a low moan. “I’ll show you sweet torture, babygirl.”

With that promise from your werewolf boyfriend, Ransom Drysdale, you knew you were in for a long, deliciously pleasurable Valentine’s Day weekend.

thank you for reading!! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

join my sweethearts sleepover!

[buck-star]

Queen of Daddy kink! You. Are. The. Queen. Of. Daddy. Kink for me!

A toy his cock’s size and his knot? FUCK, please and yes thank you.

“Or did daddy fuck you dumb on my cocks, hm?”

Mocking idiot. He knows what he’s doing, idiot, and I love it. Just as twisted and messed up hehe.

[gremlin-girly]

Golden Boy

Dog shifter!Jake Jensen x female reader (nicknamed Birdie)

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Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine. all my work is 18+. Headers and dividers made in Canva with pics from Pinterest (credit to OG creators).

🐾tags/warnings: descriptions/hints to past abuse (mentions of the pound, dog fighting but not in great detail), supernatural elements, meet ugly if you consider it that, only one bed if you also squint

🐾Summary: You meet Jake for the first time.

🐾Word Count: 1.6k

You had moved from under the bed to instead start pacing your room. Occaisonally you would stop to look at your dog, whose tail would wag as he watched you intensely, like he was waiting for you to say something more than just multiple beginnings of sentences. How do you even address this? You bite the fingernail of your thumb anxiously and begin to pace again.

You were certifiably insane.

You look over your shoulder and lo and behold, there is still a golden retriever sat there. You don't know what you expect to see everytime you look over to him but now your head hurts. It's a dog. And yet…

"Were you… " You begin for the umpteenth time, internally kicking yourself for sounding so insanely stupid. He probably just bobbed his head! He's a dog. "…in the shower?"

It takes a long moment, complete with eye contact, before something happens. You almost miss it but he most definitely nods his head again.

"You were in the shower?" You repeat - just to check you really weren't seeing things - and he nods his head again. You reel backwards, raking your hands into your hairline. Was this a trick someone had taught him? Maybe you should stop watching Supernatural before bed. "And you've been eating my food?"

This time, it's a sheepish nod - face down, eyes wide and apologetic.

"Have you been… " You take a breath, trying not to sound anxious. "…Watching me?"

You expect another nod - hoping for your theory that it's a trick he's been taught is correct. However, you recieve a vehement shake of the head. You exhale slowly, trying to gather fleeting thoughts as they hide in the wrinkles and corners of your brain. Do you want to know what he is? Or even who he is? Do you need to do some research on how to kill him? Or would he kill you first? What kind of a monster are you dealing with?

Or are you even dealing with a monster at all?

That thought stops your spiral in its tracks and you begin to recount everything he's done in the last two weeks since you found him. Someone still tied him up and left him in a storm - unless he did that himself - but then why be so distressed? You didn't know the dog's age other than the vet saying he was probably four or five - what if he was a child?

"That's the first time you've licked me." You say dumbly before looking down at him. "You lie at my feet at night. You check the perimeter twice a day. You-" Your eyes flicker to his and you take a short breath. "You protect me."

Your golden barks once - affirmative.

Swallowing nervously you continue. "Then I should show you some trust. Can you show me what- who you are? Please?"

The dog ponders a moment before nodding and gets to his feet - but jerks his head at you almost shyly when you're still watching him.

"Oh! Sorry!" You squeak, spinning to face the wall. Heat crawls up your cheeks from embarassment and you wonder if you're protective pooch will be as cute as a human as he was as a dog. There's a scratching sound of claws on wood, quiet grumbles against the sound of popping - which make you shift on your feet with unnease. There's a soft sound on fabric on fabric and when a human voice clears it's throat you take that as your cue to turn around.

Draped in one of the musty blankets folded across the end of your bed is a man. A tall one. So tall, in fact, that the blanket barely grazes his knees and you fight to keep your eyes upward and fixated and a flushed, handsome face with blond tips of hair damp and flat against his head. Blue eyes sheepishly try to maintain contact with yours but he looks ready to bolt if necessary - not that you can blame him.

"You're…" You start and realise your brain hasn't decided on what to say next and awkwardly try to play it cool as you finish with, "-Hotter than I expected."

His cheeks darken and you pull a face somewhere between mortified and disappointed at your own words.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry. That was- weird. I shouldn't have said that." You blab hurriedly, flapping your hands. "Ignore me, um, er-"

"Jake." He blurts back, blue eyes back on your face. "And it's not that weird all things considered."

"Jake." You repeat and chuckle sheepishly. "Obviously you have a name."

"Obviously." Jake teases and offers a playful grin that immediately infects you with a bashful smile - and you could have sworn if he was still a dog his tail would be wagging. "So, um…" You clear your throat. "How long have you been able to…" you gesture vaguely. "Do that?"

"Turn into a dog?" Jake asks, his head tilting slightly. "Erm, since a kid, I guess. Happened more as a teen with hormones…and stuff."

"Ah. Makes sense." You say, then open your mouth to ask a question, seemingly think better of it, and close it again.

Jake shifts uncomfortably but says, "Ask."

"Is it always a dog?" You blurt. "Or can you impersonate other animals or-" you clamp your mouth shut but Jake knows you meant to say people.

"Just a dog - the same dog." He nods and then clears his own throat. "For the record I'm not some creep. I met you by complete chance."

"Uhhh…" You don't really know what to say. You don't want to admit you inexplicably believe and trust him. God knows you're too trusting. Instead you opt to ask him how he became tied to the tree in the first place.

"I was laying low for a while. It's a long story but the short version is that my friends and I are hiding from some bad people. Being a dog meant I could hide in plain sight." Jake shifts again, looking at his feet. "But I got taken to the pound… and then a gang that runs a dog-fighting ring got a hold of me. Because I would cause so much trouble, making escape attempts, howling all day and refusing to kill other dogs they decided I wasn't worth the effort to keep around."

"Oh my God. That's horrible!" You exclaim and then you give him a sheepish smile. "Sorry. Continue."

Jake returns your smile and continues with new-found confidence. "Shooting me would have raised too much attention and the guy that tied me up didn't have the heart to harm me in any other way… And then a few hours later, just before I decide to shift and try to avoid an arrest for public indecency, you found me." Jake chuckles and clicks his tongue. "And I thought I could get away with being a domestic pet - lay low, keep my head down and leave in a few weeks. And then," Jake winces, as if bracing for you to yell at him but his voice drops to a growl. "I saw the email you got sent. And I realised I couldn't just leave you. Not with that monster still around."

His blue eyes peek up at you and despite being physically taller, he had mastered the apologetic puppy-dog eyes that made it impossible to even think of being mad at him. And you had to admit, the sweet yet protective human before you was incredibly endearing - even if the situation at hand made your brain a little bit mushy. However, when you say nothing, he continues to nervously babble.

"I was trying to contact my team to tell them I was okay! I wasn't being nosy, I promise. But if you want me to find him I can - I have a special set of skills - haha like Liam Neeson in Taken… Okay, okay. Erm-" He swallows. "I'm sorry. And sorry for lying and scaring you and I totally get it if you want me gone-"

"I don't want you gone!" You exclaim and then shyly turn in on yourself. "I feel safer with you around. It's so silly. I don't feel any less safe knowing you're not just a dog."

You hum and haw. "The whole shifters being real thing is hard to believe." You say slowly. "But I'll take what I can get right now."

Jake perks up immediately. "Really?"

You snort, imagining his tail wagging a mile a minute. "We'll have to figure out sleeping arrangements and everything but-"

"But I'm still happy to sleep on the floor." Jake blurts, shuffling slightly closer, huddled under the blanket.

"I was thinking more we could top and tail." You say trying to force a blush away from your cheeks. "Uh, with you like… this."

You gesture to his form and then look at the floor to save yourself from further embarassment. "Not because of what I said earlier or anything. Not that that's - oh God - erm - I just don't want to force you to be a dog all the time. Just when people visit… if that's okay with you?"

"More than okay."Jake nods but then adds. "But I still want to to do morning and evening patrols. Just for my peace of mind."

You nod back and bite your lip. "I feel that we have so much to talk about. I don't know if I even want to go to sleep yet."

Jake grins at you. "Ditto. Maybe after the visit tomorrow we can sit down and talk properly? About everything."

"That'd be… nice." You smile again and point to the bed. "Well. Let's, uh, get some shut eye before tomorrow. I have a feeling it will be a long day."

End

A/N: I wanted them to finally speak! Our little Birdie is so trusting of Jake but I'm hoping I can find the momentum to finish the next part (although I think @buck-star will help me with that!)

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[buck-star]

My baby, my baby. I love him so much.

[buck-star]

💖🌶 I'll leave it to you but you know I'm gonna have to pick Mace!

Home to you

James Mace x fem!Reader || W/C: 979

Tags: fluff, tiny hint of angst, established relationship, definitely the end Mace deserved, *sniff*, and this freaking fucking picture, someone slap me because look at that pic of him - such a Jakey + Mace mix.

A/N: I love the layout so much, I’m sorry. But the pic got me AH! Anyway, Sharky, that’s my valentines gift for you! I hope you enjoy. I decided to use fluffy for this one with the prompt: surprise visit / coming home early. Love you!❤️

Soft sunlight lightens up most of the small - old fashioned kitchen of your own little home. The steam of the cooking noodles fogging parts above the stove, drawing soft pictures onto the counters around.

A heart - a heart your boyfriend draw into the wetness a few months back. Both your initials written into it.

You can still remember the soft smile, the pink on his cheeks as you walked into the kitchen and cleared your throat, pulling him out of his thoughts and actions.

It's still there when you cook, when the steam sticks to the counters.

With a soft hum, you twirl a bit - left and right. The song that's carried soft and smooth through the kitchen makes you think of him.

Of your boyfriend. The man you fell in love with - the man who's not just a few miles away but thousands of miles.

The song - one of the many - you used to dance to with him. Until the middle of the night, wrapped into each others warmth.

Wrapped into the thick arms of your boyfriend. James - or what he prefers Mace.

His broad hands would move to your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh when he makes you both sway left and right, back and forth to the songs you love.

All the songs you hear on repeat ever since the space mission started. The playlist he made for the two of you so you would feel close to one another even with the distance between you.

Everyday you start the playlist again. The songs already written into your mind, you could sing them all without having to hear them by now - but somehow the noises, the melody makes you feel less alone.

It's been weeks - months even - since Mace had to leave. And now it's already days since the two of you were able to talk to one another - to see or hear the other.

The thought of not getting him back is breaking your heart piece by piece. Every day feels like losing him a bit more - distancing from him.

Not just physical but also mentally.

And as much as these thoughts try to push themselves to the front of your mind, you can't - you won't let them get the attention they try to demand.

Not when there's still a chance to get back the man you love.

He's coming back to you - he's surely coming back to you. Maybe not today maybe not next week but your heart tells you that he's not as far away as you may think. That he's back before you even blink and he will walk through the wooden door where both of your names are beautiful engraved in.

With another twirl you face the framed picture of you and Mace. Your first kiss.

It was in the middle of the night, it was cold and rainy but Mace dragged you to the ocean - the place he loves most and kisses you in the depth of the night under the bright of the silver moon above the ocean.

Turning off the stove you smile softly to yourself. It's his favorite dish and even after all these weeks where he's on this space mission, you keep making the amount of food for the two of you.

It's the noise of the wooden front door cracking softly, that has your head snapping up immediately. The sun shines through the now open door, brightening the hallway in a warm yellow light.

Instinctively, you reach for the knife that's next to your plate, fingers curling around the handle as you hold it in front of you.

"I'm not afraid to sta-" you say, interrupting yourself. Eyes widen and mouth agape.

This can't be. Right?

Are you dreaming. Hallucinating?

"Stab me?" James chuckles, his usual longer hair now trimmed, his ocean blue eyes tired but they shine like the sun. "And here I thought you would be happy to have me back."

Your mouth closes but you're still too stunned to say something. He looks handsome as ever, even with those short hair.

Still trained, handsome and smiling, just as you remember.

"It looks delicious. Hope you made enough to feed your boyfriend who hasn't had a good dish in what feels like forever. Space food really isn't the best, I can tell you," Mace jokes, taking a small step closer to you but not enough to touch you just yet.

"Mace," you whisper, dropping the knife onto the counter as your boyfriend keeps watching you - in all his glory. "Mace! You're back."

He really is standing there, in person. After months of not being able to around him, not knowing if he will ever come back to you - there he is.

Smiling. Waiting for you to move, to let him get closer without spooking you.

You take a step closer, then stop, letting your eyes rank over his body once more. Over his face.

"Of course I am. Thought you would love to be surprised, didn't think you would rather stab me the moment I step foot into our house," he jokes, finally taking a slow step closer. His hands reaching out to curl around your wrists. "You look stunning, babe."

Lifting your hands to his neck, he makes sure you interlace your fingers there before he withdraws his hands and settles them onto your waist. Fingers digging into your soft flesh, pulling your body against his firm chest.

"You still listening to that playlist?" Mace ask, a soft smile curling on his lips as they ghost above yours. "Cause I heard them every day when I watched the ocean on this big television, thought of you."

"Every day," you whisper before finally - finally - breaking the distance between your lips and letting your body sink into Mace's firm, warm one.

He's home. And after months, so are you - in his arms.

Did I mention this freaking pic? It’s so soft and handsome at the same time- anyway, I kinda love this Drabble.🙂‍↕️😂

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[thezombieprostitute]

I was fully expecting him to be a dream or a ghost. Thank you for making him real! 🥹

[buck-star]

Never even thought of that actually! But yes glad he’s real- don’t want hurt!

[buck-star]

Hi! Stormy! You've a lovely name!🥹🥰 idk if we can still do the ask game but if so number 23 and 26 if it's okay?🥰

🫂❤️

Hi! Number 23 I answered already here.

Do you ever "prep" your fics with outlines or warmups before you start writing, or do you just dive right in?

It really depends on the fic. Mostly I just dive in. Sometimes I write parts of it then add stuff in between or rewrite a half written fic I would call outlined.

But mostly I just dive in, write and hope I like it to be honest. Sometimes I add like certain parts - dialogue or scenes - to remember them.

[buck-star]

Hi omg! Just found your blog and you've amazing fics!! I love your name too btw🥹 hope you're okay and have a lovely day

Hi, sweet anon! Thank you so much! It really means a lot and I’m wishing you a great day too!🩷

[buck-star]

💖🌶 I'll leave it to you but you know I'm gonna have to pick Mace!

Home to you

James Mace x fem!Reader || W/C: 979

Tags: fluff, tiny hint of angst, established relationship, definitely the end Mace deserved, *sniff*, and this freaking fucking picture, someone slap me because look at that pic of him - such a Jakey + Mace mix.

A/N: I love the layout so much, I’m sorry. But the pic got me AH! Anyway, Sharky, that’s my valentines gift for you! I hope you enjoy. I decided to use fluffy for this one with the prompt: surprise visit / coming home early. Love you!❤️

Soft sunlight lightens up most of the small - old fashioned kitchen of your own little home. The steam of the cooking noodles fogging parts above the stove, drawing soft pictures onto the counters around.

A heart - a heart your boyfriend draw into the wetness a few months back. Both your initials written into it.

You can still remember the soft smile, the pink on his cheeks as you walked into the kitchen and cleared your throat, pulling him out of his thoughts and actions.

It's still there when you cook, when the steam sticks to the counters.

With a soft hum, you twirl a bit - left and right. The song that's carried soft and smooth through the kitchen makes you think of him.

Of your boyfriend. The man you fell in love with - the man who's not just a few miles away but thousands of miles.

The song - one of the many - you used to dance to with him. Until the middle of the night, wrapped into each others warmth.

Wrapped into the thick arms of your boyfriend. James - or what he prefers Mace.

His broad hands would move to your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh when he makes you both sway left and right, back and forth to the songs you love.

All the songs you hear on repeat ever since the space mission started. The playlist he made for the two of you so you would feel close to one another even with the distance between you.

Everyday you start the playlist again. The songs already written into your mind, you could sing them all without having to hear them by now - but somehow the noises, the melody makes you feel less alone.

It's been weeks - months even - since Mace had to leave. And now it's already days since the two of you were able to talk to one another - to see or hear the other.

The thought of not getting him back is breaking your heart piece by piece. Every day feels like losing him a bit more - distancing from him.

Not just physical but also mentally.

And as much as these thoughts try to push themselves to the front of your mind, you can't - you won't let them get the attention they try to demand.

Not when there's still a chance to get back the man you love.

He's coming back to you - he's surely coming back to you. Maybe not today maybe not next week but your heart tells you that he's not as far away as you may think. That he's back before you even blink and he will walk through the wooden door where both of your names are beautiful engraved in.

With another twirl you face the framed picture of you and Mace. Your first kiss.

It was in the middle of the night, it was cold and rainy but Mace dragged you to the ocean - the place he loves most and kisses you in the depth of the night under the bright of the silver moon above the ocean.

Turning off the stove you smile softly to yourself. It's his favorite dish and even after all these weeks where he's on this space mission, you keep making the amount of food for the two of you.

It's the noise of the wooden front door cracking softly, that has your head snapping up immediately. The sun shines through the now open door, brightening the hallway in a warm yellow light.

Instinctively, you reach for the knife that's next to your plate, fingers curling around the handle as you hold it in front of you.

"I'm not afraid to sta-" you say, interrupting yourself. Eyes widen and mouth agape.

This can't be. Right?

Are you dreaming. Hallucinating?

"Stab me?" James chuckles, his usual longer hair now trimmed, his ocean blue eyes tired but they shine like the sun. "And here I thought you would be happy to have me back."

Your mouth closes but you're still too stunned to say something. He looks handsome as ever, even with those short hair.

Still trained, handsome and smiling, just as you remember.

"It looks delicious. Hope you made enough to feed your boyfriend who hasn't had a good dish in what feels like forever. Space food really isn't the best, I can tell you," Mace jokes, taking a small step closer to you but not enough to touch you just yet.

"Mace," you whisper, dropping the knife onto the counter as your boyfriend keeps watching you - in all his glory. "Mace! You're back."

He really is standing there, in person. After months of not being able to around him, not knowing if he will ever come back to you - there he is.

Smiling. Waiting for you to move, to let him get closer without spooking you.

You take a step closer, then stop, letting your eyes rank over his body once more. Over his face.

"Of course I am. Thought you would love to be surprised, didn't think you would rather stab me the moment I step foot into our house," he jokes, finally taking a slow step closer. His hands reaching out to curl around your wrists. "You look stunning, babe."

Lifting your hands to his neck, he makes sure you interlace your fingers there before he withdraws his hands and settles them onto your waist. Fingers digging into your soft flesh, pulling your body against his firm chest.

"You still listening to that playlist?" Mace ask, a soft smile curling on his lips as they ghost above yours. "Cause I heard them every day when I watched the ocean on this big television, thought of you."

"Every day," you whisper before finally - finally - breaking the distance between your lips and letting your body sink into Mace's firm, warm one.

He's home. And after months, so are you - in his arms.

Did I mention this freaking pic? It’s so soft and handsome at the same time- anyway, I kinda love this Drabble.🙂‍↕️😂

Taglist: @sheriff-bodecker @rogersbarber @ornateglass

[buckysgirlll]

mob!bucky shouts at his sensitive!wife (2)

warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, reader has some self doubt, reader being petty as she should, mention of them wanting a baby, no use of y/n, bucky regrets shouting at his sweet girl sm pls forgive him 💔

bucky barnes masterlist

part one

bucky rubs a hand down his face with a frustrated sigh. what the fuck did he do? why on earth did he shout at his sweet wife like that? he promised himself that one thing he’ll never do is project his anger onto you and that’s exactly what he did.

and it’s not like it was was something small, no! he kept on going. he kept on going even when your soft, kind eyes were glistening with tears. even when your hands started to shake with fear. even when your shoulders curled inwards like you were trying to hide yourself from the world. he was seeing all of those signs that your heart was breaking in little tiny pieces and he still thought it was a good idea to keep spewing out aggressive words towards you?

fuck how is he going to fix this? is he even going to be able to fix this?? it’s not like you’re one of those smart mouthed women that he used to date in the past. no, you’re nothing like that. you hate confrontation, you hate violence, you hate everything that he thrives on. it’s been years and he’s still confused on how someone like you ended up with someone like him but he wouldn’t dare change it for the world. you’re good for him. you changed him. you’re not only the sunshine in his life but you’re also the person that gives him the perfect balance of the brutal shit he sees and does everyday. you help him realise that life is worth living, and look what he did. he made you cry. he made you scared. he’d rather cut off his own dick then make you feel like that again.

bucky let’s out another sigh, before getting up and walking out of his office. fuck his paperwork. you were right, it can wait until tomorrow. hell, it can wait until whenever he decides to fucking do it. all that matters is comforting his wife.

carefully, he opens the bedroom that you both sleep in seeing it covered in complete darkness. he shuts the door quietly, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. once he’s able to see clearly he sees a small lump under the covers at the far edge of the bed. quickly walking over to your side of the bed, he squats next to your form, not giving a fuck about creasing his expensive slacks and peels back the covers, his eyes softening when he sees your tear stained cheek.

“oh, doll.” he whispers, gently using his thumb to wipe off a stray tear. he never thought his heart could shatter even more when he realises that his sweet girl just cried herself to sleep, and the fact that it’s his fault.

you stir, your nose scrunching slightly from bucky’s light touch before your eyes slowly open. your eyebrows furrow, confused on what woke you but once you see your husbands face. the same face that curled up in a scowl and yelled at you, you immediately turn your back on him, squeezing your eyes shut.

“baby no, cmon.” bucky mumbles, trying to pull the covers back again but this time you hold onto them tight. if you weren’t sad you might’ve let out a giggle when he lets go of the covers because you know that if he really wanted to he could’ve just lifted up the whole mattress with you on it.

you hear bucky huff behind you, before you hear him kick off his shoes and squeeze himself on the edge of the bed beside you.

“tch,” you let out a frustrated sigh, scooting yourself to the middle of the bed so you can get further away from him.

“stop running from me.” bucky grunts, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest. you try and fight against his hold but no matter how hard you try his arms don’t budge.

since you have basically no where to go, you attempt to hide your face in the pillows below you. even that doesn’t fucking work because in the next second bucky hooks his hand under your chin, forcing your gaze onto his.

“talk to me, please. baby, im begging you.” your lips start to tremble at the sweet, softness of your husbands voice but you just can’t. it may seem like you’re overreacting over some measly shouting but the truth is it fucking hurt. it hurt that you’ve never ever had bucky shout at you before, not once. yes you’ve heard him yell at his men, or yell at his phone but that’s not the same as being on the receiving end of his yelling.

you hate how fucking sensitive you are. why couldn’t you just snap back at him? why do you have to be so damn weak. especially as the wife of a mob boss. in all fairness bucky doesn’t let you see any of the harsh and dangerous things he does on a daily basis but it doesn’t matter. if you can’t even handle your husband lashing out every once in a while, what makes you think you can handle being the wife of one of the most dangerous mob bosses in the country?

you don’t even realise that you started crying again until you feel bucky’s hand swipe away the tears even though they continue to fall.

“doll, please stop crying.” bucky whispers, trying his best to wipe away your tears.

you hiccup, your shoulders starting to shake. “i-i can’t” you sob.

“fuck, what did i do?” you hear bucky say, before he pulls your body into his chest. “im sorry. im so fucking sorry.” he keeps one hand rubbing your back and the other one on the back of your head, stroking your hair. just hearing him say those sweet words to you make you cry even harder. and you hate that with every apology that he coo’s into your ear makes you hold onto his shirt tighter.

once your sobs have subsided to mere sniffles, bucky looks down seeing that you’ve cried yourself to sleep yet again. even though it hurts seeing the residue tears stuck on your flushed cheeks, he can’t help but feel a sense of warmth in his chest when you still seek some form of comfort from him when he was the one that made you upset. that thought only makes him hold onto your small form tighter. because damn him for making you feel like this. if this was any other man for making a single hair move on your head he would’ve killed them immediately. and here he is being a fucking hypocrite and making you feel so sad. fuck, how is he going to fix this?

—

you open your eyes slowly, feeling like absolute shit. your head feels like it’s about to split in two and you’re sure that if you look in the mirror your eyes would be puffy and red. memories from last night come flooding in and you look to the side to see the bed cold and empty.

you sigh, not wanting to leave the bed at all today. so you don’t. you get up just to take a quick shower and splash warm water over your face and instead of your normal routine where you’ll go and help the chefs or you’d go sit in the spacious living room and read, you decide to just sulk in bed.

just as you get comfortable back in bed, you hear the bedroom door open. you look behind you to see your husband standing at the door wearing a fresh, tailored suit. he looks like perfection, ugh damn him for looking so good when you’re trying to be mad at him.

“how’re you feeling?” he whispers, not moving from the door.

you shrug, pulling the covers even more over your shoulders.

“the chef just told me that you didn’t come down for breakfast.” you hear his footsteps, before you feel the bed dip next to you. you stay bundled up under the covers even when you feel his hand settle on your waist. he sighs, “sweetheart, i know you’re upset and trust me i am so fucking sorry. but you have to eat.”

“m’ not hungry.” you mumble.

he says your name softly, “okay enough. ive given you room to sulk and ive apologised as much as i can. what more can i do so you can forgive me baby?” you raise your head slightly, seeing the pure heartbreak in his eyes.

“you were mean.” you whisper.

“i know.” he nods. “and im sorry, it’ll never happen again i swear.”

“and y’know i hate it when you overwork yourself.” he nods again cupping your cheek.

“i know doll, im sorry for taking my anger out on you. because i wasn’t mad at you, im never mad at you. it was just late and i was tired.”

“and you said you hated me.”

“i know— wait i never said that.” bucky looks down at you with a frown.

“you basically did.” you mumble. “you told me that im not welcome in your office without knocking so in girl terms that means you hate me.”

he lets out a small chuckle, pressing a kiss on your lips. “i could never hate you sweetheart. and about the knocking. i don’t want to see you ever knock when you need to come in my office. you’re my wife, not one of my men.”

you let a small smile take over your face, leaning into his touch.

“so, does this mean im forgiven?” bucky asks, quietly. who knew that the scary mob boss gives a fuck about being forgiven, that thought almost made you laugh, almost.

“hmmm,” you pretend to think about it before you shake your head.

“oh cmon. what more can i do, doll?” he sighs, pulling you closer so you’re tucked into his chest.

“how about a new bag?” you ask, shyly.

“done.”

“we go book shopping tomorrow and you let me get all the books i want?”

“done.” you smile at that thought, before you say something that you’ve been wanting to ask for a while.

“and we can start trying for a baby?” bucky looks down at you with his eyebrow raised.

“is that what you want?” he asks.

you nod, looking at him with hope.

“done.”

you squeal, throwing your arms around his neck and planting him with kisses.

“i love you.” you whisper, against his lips but right before he can kiss you back you say, “if you shout at me again i think i might have to kill you.” you giggle.

bucky chuckles before pulling you closer. “good. that’s why i love you.”

a/n - omg thank you guys sm for the love in part one i did not know i would get so much followers and notes from that one singular fic <3

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[buck-star]

Love love love love!

[buckysgirlll]

mob!bucky’s reaction to you saying your safe word for the first time

warnings: 18+ minors dni, safeword mention, fluff, cuddling, no mention of y/n

bucky barnes masterlist

not proof read

“cmon— arch that back more for me baby,” bucky grunts, snapping his hips against your ass harshly. you whine digging your face in the pillows below you, your arms already unable to hold up your own weight.

you honestly don’t know how you ended up here. one minute, you both were in bed cuddling and the next he had you on all fours, pushing his fat cock inside your cunt.

“ahh—” you let out a strangled scream when you feel the tip of his length hit your cervix. fuck he’s so deep, and so big. “i— it’s too much, nghh— i can’t” you whimper, trying to reach back and push his hips away a little. bucky growls, grabbing your hand and pinning it behind your back making a sob escape your throat.

the pleasure is too overwhelming. it’s too much. you’re so sensitive, already have came multiple times and he’s still going.

“wait—” you let out a moan when his hand moves down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. your legs start to shake slightly, another orgasm creeping up. “ahh— it’s too much, it’s too much” you almost yell, but it’s like your words fall on deaf ears when bucky starts thrusting even harder, faster. his thrust starting to turn desperate. not only are you overwhelmed with the pleasure you’re experiencing but you feel a twinge of pain with how deep he’s going. and because of that, you had no choice but say the word.

“red!” you yell, making bucky freeze immediately.

you let out a relieved sob, when he pulls out of you gently and turns you on your back so he can see your face.

“you okay? did i hurt you?” he says softly, wiping away your tears.

you nod, your chest rising and falling quickly. “it was too much,” you whisper, “m’sorry i couldn’t take it.”

“no, no don’t you say that.” bucky frowns, cupping your flushed cheek. “that’s what the safeword is for, okay. if anything im sorry for going so rough.”

you try to shake your head, try to say that he was perfect as usual. it’s just that this time your body couldn’t take it, but bucky’s already up and out of the bed, getting a warm cloth to clean you up.

he cleans you up softly, peppering kisses on the bruises on your hips from him holding you too tight. once he’s done cleaning you both up, he lays down beside you, pulling you in his arms.

he turns on the tv, putting on one of your comfort shows. you look up at him, “maybe we can do it again in like ten minutes since you didn’t get to cu—” bucky interrupts you by pulling you even tighter against his chest.

“no, it’s okay.” he leans down to give you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“are you sure?” you say, biting your lip nervously.

“doll, im a mature, grown man. im sure ill survive not blowing a load for one night.” he chuckles, lifting your hand off his chest and kissing the top of it.

you smile, resting your head in the crook of his neck and closing your eyes.

a/n - i had a dream exactly like this last night and had to write about it. maybe it sounded better in my head lmfao

divider: @cursed-carmine

[buck-star]

I love him so much, he’s so soft! You feed my love for mob Bucky!

[veltana]

Nobody asked for more, but here it is anyway because I can't stop 🤷 written on my phone, unedited.

Not much has been soft in Jack Abbot's life. He hasn't missed it, because well, he's never really had it. But then, he meets you. Everything about you is soft and Jack can't get enough.

Nsfw under cut

“Jack,” you plead as you lie naked on the bed.

“Just one more, and then I'll fuck that sweet cunt of yours,” Jack promise.

“One more, sweetheart, just give me one more,” Jack responds and lets his tongue swipe over your sensitive clit. Your soft thighs are quivering beside his head, but his fingers have a sturdy grip, in case you get any idea of trying to escape. He could feast between your legs day in and day out. The softness of your cunt against his tongue brings him peace of mind in a way therapy hasn't come close to.

“I can't,” you whimper.

“I can sit by myself, you know,” you tease when he pulls you down in his lap after getting dressed. “The couch is big enough.”

And when he does, it's with you pressed close. Every inch of your soft body against his. He keeps going until there's nothing left in either of you. Afterwards, when you shower together, his soapy hands caress your soft flesh and it's almost enough to get him going again.

“My lap is also big enough,” Jack counters.

He needs you close. Need your softness close. It keeps the demons away in a way years of therapy haven't accomplished.

[buck-star]

We all asked for it! WE ALL DO!🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[veltana]

Another thought about Jack Abbot that I need to get out of my head! It's written on my phone and not checked! Slightly nsfw.

You liked your job.

There was only one problem, really. And his name was Dr. Jack Abbot.

It was embarrassing to have such a huge crush on one of your co-workers. He didn't only make your knees weak and your heart beat fast with his smiles and capable work. He also made you so fucking horny, it was laughable.

Every shift, with broken bones, blood, guts, cries and screams, your body didn't have time to feel it, but as soon as it was done, it hit you full force. How it would feel to grab onto his hair while he ate you out. How his strong arms would wrap around you and hold you tight as he fucked you. God, those arms. How were they legal? How was he legal?

This particular night though, was looking to be the worst of them all. Not because there had been a large accident or anything, but because there was too little to do. You had time to chat between patients. To joke. To look. You looked too much, often finding yourself spacing out as you watched him.

And then, he caught you. As he was chatting with a patient before seeing them off, you admired him in all his glory… and thought of swallowing his dick down your throat until he was breathless.

Too late, you registered that he was done and was heading towards you. Quickly, you righted yourself and looked down at your tablet. He stopped just to the side of you and leaned in to murmur in your ear, “If you keep looking at me like that, you're going to have to come home with me after the shift and do something about it.”

The smallest whimper left you, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

“Don't worry, sweetheart, you won't have to keep quiet then,” he chuckled, before he walked off to take care of the next patient, leaving you with soaked panties.

[buck-star]

Hehe, YES!

[thegingerjameson]

just a little thing that i may expand on. tortured, emotionally stunted robby has my heart. so does his sweatshirt.

image credit: @cbartonscoffee

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that night had filled his brain with the kind of intricate detail that he’d spent his life avoiding, all sharp and jagged edges that cut bone-deep. the path of the tears down your cheeks had sliced him wide open while the burn of self-loathing had choked the words he so desperately wanted to say from his throat.

watching you leave had obliterated all of the the light you’d shined into the deepest corners of his soul and thrust him back into shadows that were no longer familiar.

you’d been wearing his hoodie when you left and thinking of you in it, his name emblazoned across your heart, makes him burn blue flame because the branding is suddenly hollow. you’re no longer his, you’re no longer home. 

he no longer has one. 

without any reason to stand on ceremony, he sits in the dark and drinks glenlivet straight from the bottle, the sting as it settles in his chest the only thing there to remind him that he’s still alive. work in the morning will ground him, he knows, it always does, but for now he is unmoored.

what the hell have you done, robinavitch? 

__

to you, i’m just a man

to me, you’re all i am

where the hell am i supposed to go?

i poisoned myself again

something in the orange tells me you’re never coming home 

-something in the orange, zach bryan

[buck-star]

This hurts. Like really hard.

[iamaya03]

clark kent x shy!reader where clark’s just obsessed and thinks she’s the cutest thing ever 🙏

𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 quiet nights in, chinese takeout, nervous dread, loved for your weaknesses...

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 clark kent & female!shy!reader 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 your attempt at being brave for one job goes wrong, but clark never finds it irritating, only adorable. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 525 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 i wanted to make clark coddle the reader a little more but idk how to write that without making it come off as the alpha CEO x petite y/n dynamic...

“sweetheart? is that you?” clark called out from the couch as you trudged through the door, quiet and humiliated.

you told him you could go by yourself to pick up dinner. there was no talking involved, just show up and take the food when they called your name. that part went smoothly, but it all went wrong when you were checking the receipt and saw that they had given you the completely wrong order. any regular person would’ve turned around and explained what happened, but you just…kept walking home. 

clark frowned when the only response he got was the keys clattering onto the kitchen counter on your way in. he rose from the couch to meet you halfway in the corridor leading to the living room. when he saw the pout on your face and your arm practically dragging the bag of food across the floor, he took your face in his palms, gently tilting your head up to look at him.

“hey…what happened?” he chuckled lightly. you sighed.

“i got the wrong order…” you murmured. clark’s thumb brushed over your cheek bone.

“what? did you pick up the wrong bag?” he asked softly.

“no, it has my name on it. they must of just mixed them up…”

you held up the paper bag with the receipt stapled to it and clark read the first few lines. he sighed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest with a grin. you didn’t even have to explain why you didn’t go back, clark knew how anxious you were when it came to confrontation even if it was civil.

“honey, these are all vegetarian dishes…” he murmured, amused.

you groaned into his chest, refusing to hug back as if you didn’t deserve it. your voice was muffled against his shirt.

“i know…i’m sorry. i thought i could do it.”

clark chuckled and pulled back, gazing down at you fondly. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “you’re the cutest, you know that?” he murmured before dipping his head even lower to take a playful nibble out of your cheek. this finally got a quiet huff of amusement out of you, slowly recovering from the embarrassment. clark took the bag from you with one hand and laced your fingers with his with the other. he began pulling you back into the living room.

“alright. you and i are gonna sit on the couch for the rest of the night and finish our nature documentary while eating our…cauliflower fried rice and vegetarian egg rolls…” clark giggled, trying not to tease you over your mistake. you sunk down onto the couch next to him, grimacing as soon as he said cauliflower.

clark turned on the tv, then reached into the bag to pull out two containers, looking just as disgusting as you’d imagined. the both of you sat in silence for a moment. then, for the first time tonight, you spoke up for yourself.

“can we order pizza…?” you muttered. clark grinned, leaning over to kiss your cheek before standing up to go find his phone.

“the cutest!” he repeated over his shoulder.

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[buck-star]

So soft, love it.

[buck-star]

Have you noticed your style change over time?

Hi!

Definitely! First of all it improved my English knowledge a lot. And sometimes I just notice ways to make things seem more fitting. For example punctuation or even the length of the sentences.

So yeah, it definitely changed but more positive.

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[buck-star]

hey stormy 🥰 16 and 21 for the ask game ?

Hi!

What do you struggle with most when writing?

Probably doing it. Sitting down. Opening my doc and writing. And if I do manage that then probably trying to write it in a way I like it. (Doesn’t work sometimes and then it’s super frustrating.) The idea can be there, I might even love it but it doesn’t have potential so I just write, delete, write until I like it - or delete the idea.

What stops you from writing more in your free time?

The fact that I’m so hyperfixated on stuff that I just can’t sit down and write. Or as mentioned above it’s so frustrating, that I think of it until I either write it or until I’m annoyed with myself for not focusing enough and going back to do something else.

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