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The sad part is when you know you're getting worse again and you can't do anything about it.
the traumatized child thing of getting really stressed whenever you have to ask for clarification on something bc you Know the yelling is coming
i fucking love size kink. being pinned down by someone taller than me, their entire body covering mine. they’re stronger, constantly proving that they can over power me by flipping me to change positions, lifting me up, or firmly holding me into place when i try to squirm away. standing next to them and automatically feeling inferior by how they tower over me. having to look up at them. standing on my tippy toes and still barely reaching under their chin. the best <333
no but Steve checking out during a mission and no one realizing because it's normal by now. Sometimes Steve goes quiet on the comms and they've gone on enough missions to know he's not chatty. No one questing why Steve skipped on clean up because, well, he's Cap, he is usually the one ordering it, so he must have had a good reason. No big deal.
Then a newly cleared Bucky suits up with the Avengers for the first time, expecting it to go relatively smoothly since they've been doing this for over 3 years now.
Fuck was he wrong.
No bc exactly, and Bucky already knows what's happening, because it happened sometimes during the war, too. The way Steve would check out-- go distant, eyes glazing over, unmoving, unseeing, unhearing. Like everything overloaded at once, and he just... went away. He'd always done that. Gone away in his head when things got too loud, either literally, or somewhere inside of him. But during the war, it got worse, and now? Oh god.
It's Bucky's first mission back, and of course it's something fucking ridiculous. Giant mechanical cows, because some idiot wanted a farm themed apocalypse, and really, the universe has got to be playing a joke on Bucky by now, because he's getting really fucking sick of this shit. He's ruminating on that as he slices another mechanical cow's head off to a rather horrible sounding moo, and it's only afterwards that he realizes he hasn't heard Steve say anything for a while.
"Anyone heard anything from Cap lately?" he asks into his comms, walking briskly around the... wiry cow carcass. Eugh.
"Nah, not in a minute. Last I saw him, he was heading south towards that library to stop the cows from getting civilians in there," Clint says. The sound of an arrow being fired thwips through the comm.
Bucky frowns. Steve's usually pretty vocal on missions-- doling out directions and strategy.
"No? Anyone seen him?" he asks, watching as a couple more cows explode in the distant via Tony's reactors.
"No, why?" Comes Natasha's voice. "You need him? He doesn't normally talk during missions."
And shit, what? Bucky knew that the others had missed a thing or twenty about Steve, but this was unacceptable. This was dangerous.
"Yes, he does," he snaps, already starting to jog toward the main street and over towards the library. "Shit."
"What? What's happening?" Tony asks, sounding out of breath.
"Steve-- fuck. This isn't-- if he's quiet, it ain't good," Bucky says, trying to keep his temper in check, because being angry when he gets to Steve is far from a good idea. "You guys coulda stood to pay more fucking attention."
Natasha says something else over the comm, but Bucky isn't listening anymore as he finally spots Steve, staring blankly down at a cow carcass. His eyes look distant, his hair is bloody. He's swaying a little, clearly a little off balance. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Bucky jogs over, slowing when he gets close and stopping about a foot away. He'd learned very early on that touching Steve when he's dissociating usually ends in a black eye and a very panicked Steve. Well. More panicked than he already will be when Bucky manages to bring him back to earth.
"Steve?" He keeps his voice even, but firm. "Steve, it's Bucky, pal, you're okay. Can you hear me?"
Steve looks up, eyebrows furrowing. Bucky inches closer.
"Steve, do you know where you are right now?"
Steve looks around, eyebrows still pinched. He nods, slowly, like he's moving through syrup, then he shakes his head, looking down at his hands, moving his fingers before pinching the bridge of his nose. Fuck. He's really out of it.
"That's okay, pal," Bucky says, moving close enough to touch if Steve needs it. "That's okay, just focus for a moment. My voice, the wind. Can you hear the wind?"
Steve doesn't look up, but eventually, he nods.
"Good, that's good. Wind, my voice... what else?"
"Um." Good. He's talking. That's good. "Cows-- fuck."
Bucky sees the moment Steve comes back to himself-- or at least, back to the moment. He kneels down when Steve slumps to the ground, teeth chattering. He's staring at his hands again. Yep. Nope. No more mission for him.
"I'ma need a med evac at the library. Stat," he says into his comm, before switching himself to mute. He hears Sam give an affirmative, then firmly tunes them out. "Steve, look at me."
Steve does. Well. He looks at Bucky's chin, which is close enough. Steve never did like looking at him in the eyes. That, at least, was normal.
"Can you take my hands?"
Bucky reaches out and Steve tentatively takes them. Bucky smiles at him and starts to squeeze. Steve always liked the squeezes.
"Feel that?" Steve nods. "Good. Focus on that. We're gonna get out of here in a moment, but for now, just feel your skin on mine. Focus on right here, right now. Just our skin, okay?"
"Just our skin," Steve echoes, and Bucky offers him a smile and another squeeze.
It takes longer than Bucky would prefer for evac to show up and by the time he gets Steve on the jet, he's looking a little clearer, if not pretty shaken. It's going to take Bucky a while to help him come down completely, but he's definitely going to have some words with the team later. How the hell had they missed this? How the hell had they missed so much with Steve?
Steve stares out the window, hands pressed between his knees. He's still shaking, and his complacency with leaving the mission is concerning, but Bucky doesn't mind rolling with the punches as they come.
Eventually, Steve reaches out for him and Bucky holds him close. At least he's here now. At least Steve has someone to see him again. He deserves that, at the very least.
I hate when I drink all of my drink and there's no drink left. What the fuckkkkkkk. #sickandtwisted
I’m the only person giving canon joker
a little noncon whump scenario beneath the cut
"Do you know what the French call it when you come, Whumpee?"
Whumper's whisper is warm and wet in Whumpee's ear. Whumpee squeezes their eyes shut, trying to ignore the rough hand slipping between their legs. They bite down hard on gag between their teeth, but still, their body jerks in response to Whumper's touch.
"They call it la petite mort, pet. A little death."
Whumpee's body coils like a spring as Whumper's fingers bring them closer to the edge.
"I wonder," Whumper purrs, "just how many times you'll die before I decide to kill you."
sabotage
a carewhumper whose constantly engineering situations for whumpee to need them, to run to them crying, to fall to their knees, broken and shattered and so easy to convince that all they need is whumper.
- slashing their tire so they’ll have to call whumper for a ride
- paying dudes to go rob and beat them up so they’ll be bloody and broken and weak and whumper can happen to ‘stumble upon them’ since they were just in the neighborhood…
- sabotaging whumpee’s finances (stealing their rent checks, running up their credit cards) to get them kicked out of whatever meager housing they’ve managed to rent. make them destitute. desperate. and all whumper has to do is waltz in with open arms, maybe a warm coat, and an offer whumpee can’t afford to refuse.
whumpee just doesn’t know why these things keep happening to them. whumper doesn’t help of course; their every word implies it was all whumpee’s fault. that maybe if they weren’t so careless and reckless with these things, maybe they—
no, whumper should just take care of these things for whumpee from now on. that’s what’s best, since whumpee has clearly proven they aren’t responsible enough to manage money, or shopping, let alone a job or really any human responsibilities.
after all, whumpee’s just a broken thing, and only whumper can put them back together.
only whumper will let them break down. only whumper can make them safe. only whumper can hold them close, warm, and just let whumpee collapse into their arms and sob against their neck until they finally drift to sleep.
Jon looking at his own reflection and seeing the male version of the mother he so longed to know. Him not realising that the Stark looks he takes such pride in are from her. It hurts me. It heals me.
The speculations and theories of Jon coming back with red eyes and/or white hair have the added layer of angst that is him losing more of his mother. He may not care too much when/if it happens, despite being proud of having recognisable Stark features, because of, well, being killed and resurrected and the war going on. But. When he finds out? He already had his mother staring back at him in the mirror, all these years.
I think the knowledge will fall like a missing piece of puzzle in his heart. That it will feel right, in a way, despite the hurt and the feeling of betrayal.
criminal minds! jongin moodboard for @kim-jonginism
your best friend’s dad has a dirty mouth
warnings: undefined age gap (reader- early 20s, steve late 30s), infidelity, f receiving oral, mentioned m receiving oral, vaginal sex
dilf!steve is your best friend’s dad and you’re spending the night. your friend goes to take a shower and he sneaks you into his bedroom.
“we can’t keep doing this, mr. rogers.”
“but you love doing this, sweetheart.”
“but it’s wrong.”
except it doesn’t feel so wrong when you have your face buried in his pillow as his is buried in your pussy.
“no one eats this sweet pussy out like i do, huh?”
“no one! only you!”
it doesn’t feel wrong when he holds you down and takes what he wants, either.
“that’s it, honey, take my cock. god, you were made just for me, weren’t you?”
and maybe it felt a little wrong when your teeth would scrape against his wedding ring when he’d put them in your mouth, but you didn’t care.
you knew everything about your relationship was wrong, but you tried to justify it. his marriage was failing and you were simply comforting your best friend’s father, even if that comfort meant bruising your knees on the bathroom tile.
you were a good girl. that’s what he liked about you. you were obedient, sweet, and just innocent enough that he could feel like he’s corrupting you.
“i’m a married man, sweetheart. what are you doin’ here in my bed?”
“you invited me here.”
“i did, but you didn’t have to agree. you wanted to be the ‘other woman’, didn’t you? does it turn you on knowin’ you’re a little homewrecker?”
and yeah, it does, but you’ll never admit it
Oh my lordy lord
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