anon has inspired me with sugar daddy max so i thought id share.
max is sweet and gentle most of the time, buying you all the bags, shoes, clothes you could ever want. but when he snaps? you hardly recognise him.
maybe you accidentally mistreat a scarf he bought you. it’s ripped, and ungratefully, you offhandedly mention that ‘we’ll just get another one’.
max doesn’t like that one bit. ‘you think i’m made of money?’ as he’s slamming into you, no regard for your comfort. ‘you think i like spending my money on a whore like you?’ and you’re trying to shake your head, give him an answer, but he has the scarf that you so carelessly discarded wrapped tightly around your neck, turning you into a breathless, choking mess. and he’s not letting you up until you’ve cried, begged for forgiveness, and really felt the cost of such behaviour.
of course, when he’s done treating you like the toy you are, he’ll buy you another scarf. and some shoes, and some wine, and anything else you’d like. isn’t he just the nicest ever? <3
ASDFASDLKFJASLDFASF WAIT WHOA WHOA WHOA HOLD ON GUYS YOURE KILLING ME WHATS GOING ON OH MY GOD I CANT-
telling your partner how stressed out you are and they are simply just listening before opening their arms and holding you until you feel better.
With Sugar Daddy!Bucky
“And I just think it’s so fucking stupid that he can just stand up there and be allowed to embarrass me in front of the whole class, you know? Like I don’t care if you’re tenured or not, that doesn’t give you an excuse to be a bastard!”
Bucky nodded, as he had been doing for the last 20 minutes. God bless his soul.
You went to his place after class and burst into his study, unable to stop the frustrations that poured from your mouth. The professor of your classical antiquities course was known for being a grumpy bastard, but today he had berated you in front of your classmates after you had questioned him.
“I just feel like I’m always fighting to prove that I know my shit. I’m not an idiot. I know what I’m talking about.”
Bucky frowned, absolutely hating to hear you talk about yourself in this way.
“Ugh, I hate that I let that fat, old bastard make me feel so horrible about myself. Tomorrow I’m gonna march in there and I’m just —“
“Darling.” Bucky finally spoke, gaining your attention immediately.
Stopping your rant, you turned and looked at him. It was in that moment that you realized for the first time since you arrived that it had basically been a non-stop bitch fest. A small sigh escaped from your lips and you rubbed your face, frustrated that you had let this situation get you so worked up that you stormed into Bucky’s office and interrupted him.
Your arrangement with Bucky was one that had been becoming more intense as the weeks went on. Regardless, you felt awful about showing up at his place and unloading a days worth of stress on him. This wasn’t really where your relationship was yet, at least you didn’t think. However, there wasn’t really anyone else you wanted to go to. You wanted Bucky.
When you looked back at him, Bucky was sitting there with a gentle look of understanding. A pout decorated your lips as he opened his arms toward you, signaling for you to come close. You sighed as you crossed the room and crawled into his lap, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Bucky’s soft hand rubbed up and down your arm and he let out a soft hum.
You felt his lips press against your temple, remaining there after leaving a kiss.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day.” Bucky whispered softly, his arm stopping in place to give your arm a soft squeeze.
You sighed again, starting to feel very badly about your temper tantrum you subjected him to.
“I’m sorry I came over and bitched your ear off. I know you’re busy. I shouldn’t have come.”
Suddenly, there was a hand on each of your arms and you were being pulled up to a sitting position.
“You didn’t bitch my ear off. It’s obvious you had a very rough afternoon and you know I’m always here for you. I’m glad you came.” Bucky continued to speak softly as he tapped your nose once with his index finger.
A small chuckle came from your chest as you shook your head slightly, feeling a little bit better about your outburst.
“Now, my sweet Angel,” Bucky started, drawing his fingertips down your arm, “how else can I help you feel better?”
Fandom: MCU AU
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader
Content: Loki has a revelation. Pining.
A/N: Posting a day early because I have no backbone and crave validation but hey it’s a short chapter. Thanks for the reblogs and comment <3 It means a lot to me and is what keep the story going. If you want a tag – send an ASK or reblog.
6.
Two days pass and you’re awoken from a nap by the bleep from your phone.
It’s a message from Loki: [My brother has indeed betrayed us to my mother. She wants us to visit.]
You blearily text back something along the lines of an acceptance before settling down to fall asleep again. It’s your day off and you intend to spend it doing nothing. Zero. You feel like you have little time left just for yourself between uni and Loki – not that you are complaining: you enjoy every moment with the man, and the joy he gets from taking you out to dinner or simply a stroll through a park is flattering or even self confidence-inducing. However, some more napping would be perfect after a late night out the night before.
You never get that far before a new text pops in: [Will you be available the weekend two weeks from now or does another time suit you better?]
Now you’re starting to wake up a bit and you send yet another confirmation.
...
Although you don’t share your dorm room with anyone, you’ve always preferred studying at the library. You like being surrounded by the books there and the hushed quiet brings a comfort that you can’t find in your room because of the paper-thin walls – everything is audible through them.
Today, however, you’ve brought some of your work for uni with you and you’re sitting in Loki’s living room in comfortable silence. Each of you have a tray of tea and biscuits. You have your homework, and he has a new copy of ‘The Help’ which you had recommended to him on today’s little spending spree. He’s chuckling now and then as he reads. Other times you look over to find him frowning at the pages as if he’s read something he disagrees with.
It’s cozy. The quiet lulls you and you find yourself having to fight droopy eyelids. Maybe a short break to stretch my legs?
Getting up, you wander along the bookcases to study the titles there. It’s an extensive private library and you nod approvingly at both the fancy, modern, hard copies of the classics from Penguin with their rainbow colours as well as the muted leathers of their old counterparts. You fingers trace the golden letters of a french Hunchback of Notre-Dame and your experience tells you that this book is older than it seems.
“1835,” Loki’s voice comes from where he’s sitting, “a few years off but in excellent condition.”
“It should be in a glass case,” you joke.
There’s a sound of him getting out of the low chair and soon you find him standing close behind you, making your heart flutter at the nearness. He reaches past and plucks the book from the shelf.
“Perhaps...but I find it hard to imprison beauty like that when it deserves to be shown off to the world and take its righteous place.” He flips the book open to the title page with a gorgeous illustration of the cathedral. “I suppose I’m impractically sentimental in some cases.”
“I like it,” you blurt out, “I mean...at the antiquarian I kind of looked at my job as finding new homes for the books, somewhere where they’d get to live out their time as intended. Does that make sense?”
You dare not look at him, but you can feel his gaze on the back of your head. “It does.” For a moment none of you say anything. Then: “Have you ever been there?” he asks.
“Where? Paris?” You finally turn to face him.
“Yes.”
“No...I’ve never been out of the state.”
There’s a moment of hesitation. “But you do have a passport, right?”
“Never needed one, so no.”
“We need to change that.” He pats your shoulder gently and you can’t help but lean into his touch. “I will arrange for the correct paperwork for you to fill in and we’ll have your application sorted within a week. Hm?”
You’re too baffled to ask him why, you just nod and are immediately rewarded by a wide smile.
Loki slides the book back in place, brushing against you ever so slightly as he does so.
...
Of course it goes as Loki predicted and you find yourself at an office with everything in hand for a new passport. Unsure what to expect, you’re happy that Loki is with you but it goes swimmingly despite the bureaucracy – thanks to the preparations and Loki’s expertise – and soon, you’re out on the street again with the spoken promise that you’ll have your passport within seven weeks.
“I believe this calls for a celebration,” Loki smiles.
The sun is shining on the first summery day of the year and even with flip-flops and a cool dress, you’re feeling hot and can’t help dreading a bit what Loki might have in mind. So far his ideas of celebration has been spending sprees and you can’t do that now in the heat. However, you’re pleasantly surprised when he guides you around the corner of the block and towards an ice cream van.
Two scoops of your favourite flavours and a park bench later and you've forgotten everything about feeling hot and sticky.
I’m sorry if your asks aren’t open but just a silly curiosity concerning your sugar baby au, which ‘glucose guardians’ do you think would be okay with a disabled baby? Like someone who uses a walking cane?
I’m sorry if your asks aren’t open but just a silly curiosity concerning your sugar baby au, which ‘glucose guardians’ do you think would be okay with a disabled baby? Like someone who uses a walking cane?
GLUCOSE GUARDIANS??? OMG that’s literally the GREATEST thing ive ever heard lol!!! To answer your question, ALL OF THEM, obviously! None of them are going to be uninterested just because of disabilities, but some are definitely more experienced or better understanding of someone disabled, specifically with a walking cane:
The first one that comes to mind is Polnareff, mainly because he is ALSO diabled and cannot walk himself. He’s active enough in the para sports community, including being a champion at fencing. He may encourage you to participate in your own way, find something fun for you to do, whether it’s strengthening your arms, or physical therapy on your legs. He won’t push you too hard though, don’t worry. He’s good at reading people, and will quickly learn your limits.
I’m also inclined to mention Anasui? After all, he works for Disney, which prides itself on its inclusion-which includes disabled people. He might ask for your input on designs for rides, and most if not all places in the park are available for you. He’ll make sure to get you either a scooter or motorized wheelchair since the parks are so big, and GOD HELP anyone who messes with you or makes a snide remark!
Narancia will probably fret over you a lot (he has a family history of eye disease) and may need to make adjustments for your traveling and adventures, but he’ll be happy to do so-and he WILL make sure you’re included no matter what! All the “Glucose Guardians” will no matter what back you up and support you though, no questions asked. You’re their sugar baby after all!! They love you very much <3
“hi daddy, are you still working?” you knock on his door and pick up the second mug, walking in and sipping your coffee. chris sighed, waving his finger over. you roll your lips in between your teeth, setting his mug down softly and he grabbed your hand. he mouthed ‘kiss’ and you smile, kissing him softly.
“10 more minutes” he whispered and you nodded, waving your fingers and closing the door behind you. you head into the bedroom and took another sip before putting it on your bedside table, relaxing on the top of the sheets and turning on the tv as background noise as you read on your phone. “hello my love”
you smile and sit up, locking your phone and standing on your knees. “i’ve missed you all day” you pout, wrapping your arms around chris’s neck and kissing him. his hands pull you into him, softly groaning into your mouth.
“i’ve only kissed you 3 times today, i don’t know if i could ever survive that again” chris mumbled against your lips and you giggle. “since you were such a good girl today, i got you a gift while on my lunch break. close your eyes, pretty girl” you squeal and sit down on your heels, closing your eyes. chris leaves the room before coming back in, setting something down in front of you and kissing you before telling you you could open your eyes.
you open your eyes slowly and gasp, quickly tearing off the ribbon and opening the box, chris smiling as he watched how excited you got. “daddy, they’re perfect! thank you thank you!” you kissed him over and over, chris laughing. “do you want me to try them on for you?”
“if you would like to” he smiled, sitting back against the pillows. you took the box into the bathroom, sliding off your leggings and put on the pair of underwear on, biting your lips and smiling. you turn off the light and opened the door slowly, leaning against the door frame. chris gulped and adjusted himself, licking his lips. “you are.. the sexiest thing i have ever seen, baby”
“aren’t they pretty, daddy? i can’t believe you remembered” you crawled on top of him and sat on his thighs, chris’s thumbs massaging the skin on your thighs.
“of course i remember, baby. i remember everything you tell me. favorite movies, foods, what items you want, sweet spots..” he mumbled and pulled you down, kissing your neck. “i promise i’m not going to actually rip this pair of underwear off of you, but i really want to take them off of you right now to make up for not seeing you all day”
“then what’s stopping you, daddy?” you smile, gripping his shirt in your hands and kissing him, his fingers looping into the string of the underwear, smiling against your lips as you kiss him.
sugardaddy!au - ceo!hoseok x collegestudent!yoongi
“in which yoongi is a broke college student with a strong dislike for the rich, hoseok is a young ceo with too much time on his hands, and they meet somewhere in the middle.”
