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yourlocallygrowngay · 2 months

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Kiss of Purple, Blue and Green

Summary: After a drunken night together, Arthur sees a love bite on your neck and mistakens it for a bruise.

Warnings: bit of angst and a whole lot of fluff, suggestive themes

Word count: 2,361

Ask and you shall receive. Here's a one shot of the scenario I posted a few days ago ;)

Check this out on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54854827

Last night was still a bit of a blur, pieces of it manifesting disorderly, like trying to fit puzzle pieces into the wrong spots. All you knew for certain was two things: the pounding headache that was making you wince at each sound, and… that you and Arthur Morgan had been up to no good.

You shivered in the cold morning air, pulling the blanket over your trembling shoulders as you sat down in front of the last embers of the campfire, a steaming cup of coffee in your hands to warm you up. You could tell the sweet nectar was doing its job, as you were feeling more awake already. You thanked the Lord for coffee.

But you cursed him out the very next second, because you felt someone sitting next to you and you froze, your entire body stiffening. It wasn’t nice company.

“Hello there, cowpoke!” The mustached man roared, sending a wave of pain directly to your already aching temples.

“Micah… not now” you begged, features scrunched up in pain. Turning away from him, you downed the rest of the coffee in silence.

But you knew Micah. He wasn’t resisting the opportunity to have his fun with you in one of your rare vulnerable moments. He spun you around rudely, and grinned under his blonde stache when you recoiled and slapped his filthy hands away.

“Geez, does the liquor at least make you gentler? I’d have to ask Mr. Morgan about that!” he sneered loudly, prompting you to look around, alarmed.

“What do you want?” you hissed, moving in closer to shush him. Micah’s expression relaxed.

“Me? Oh, nothing, nothing at all!” he got up and paced in front of you, grabbing his belt. “If you want the whole camp knowing what you got up to, that is.”

His stupid, cocky smile made you want to punch it off his face, but you tried to keep your composure. Micah was Dutch’s second in command now, you didn’t think it smart to attack him like that. Inside, anger was boiling in your chest, filling your gaze with venom. The mere thought of him knowing what you did (something that was nebulous even to you, and so very private) made your skin crawl. Was he in Valentine too yesterday? Did he spy on y’all?

The man approached you, lowering his voice condescendingly. This would stay between the two of you, if… you did something for him. You were sitting there, trying to interpret his ominous request, you heart beating steadily faster as you felt cornered by this damned fool.

“What is it?” you sighed, wondering if being blackmailed by Micah was worth it, if it meant your foolish actions remained concealed.

This time, he got so close you could feel his foul breath on your nose. You grimaced and tried to suppress a gag. Man, he was disgusting, both inside and out. He cupped your chin, squeezing it firmly. He had just parted his lips to speak when you heard loud, thundering footsteps get closer and closer to your position. Next thing you knew, Micah was tumbling backwards, narrowly avoiding the campfire.

“DON’TCHA DARE TOUCH ‘EM, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

You tilted your head upwards in shock. There he was, the man you spent the night with; Arthur Morgan, a man you knew for years and who you never saw lose his temper was there, fists clenched and a murderous rage obscuring his usually sweet blue eyes. A man you had witnessed murder, steal and intimidate, yet his violence always felt calculated, measured in a way, but not this time.

And it was gone in seconds. He turned to you, his fury fizzled away into a worried expression as he asked you if you were okay. You nodded, dazed, still processing what had happened.

You both glanced at Micah, who was still trying to regain his balance after the fall, wiping away the mud and grass from his pants. His expression was his usual, douchy one, but you saw the genuine panic and the fear in his eyes when he was on the ground: he was scared of Arthur. It was clear as day, from the way he kept a safe distance from the both of you, his wounded ego showing. Arthur put on his intimidating gaze and scowled at him until he disappeared into his tent.

“So, what did the bastar-“ he interrupted himself, noticing something on your neck. There it was again, the rage. You saw his face become completely red with anger as he gently hovered his fingers on your bruise, the contrast between the two baffling. You tried to think of some words to defuse him, but before you had a chance to say anything, he shot up and started yelling at the whole camp.

“Okay, which one of ya bastards did this?! Jus’ lemme find out…” Arthur snarled, quite literally growling the threat like a rabid animal. He frantically looked around for the culprit, only finding tired eyes and people still in their night clothes blinking at him, incredulous and concerned at his unusual display of anger.

“Arthur…” you tried to get his attention, but his mind was miles away from you. He wanted justice for whoever dared to put their filthy hands on your precious skin. He was pacing menacingly, glaring at the other men in the gang.

“Come out, ya goddamn coward!!” he shouted, spelling the word “goddamn” even more harshly and slowly than usual. Boy, was he angry… he was starting to scare you, too. You sat there, frozen, pondering what to do.

Javier, Sean and Bill exchanged confused looks, standing each in front of their tents. Sean was the only one who darted a look at you, and you widened your eyes at him, shaking your head in disbelief. But Arthur interpreted that differently and marched towards the Irishman threateningly.

“I’m watching you, boah” he threatened, but Sean was difficult to intimidate, and kept that dumb smirk on his face. The older man grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, but Sean assured him he didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Leave the boy alone, Arthur” Javier intervened in his usual pacifying tone. “Besides, wasn’t you out with them last night?”

Arthur kept his grip on Sean, but his expression softened a bit, his scrunched eyebrows trying to remember the events of last night. Little by little, it came back to him: you had been out on a mission, robbing a stagecoach, and then… he vaguely recalled stopping at the saloon in Valentine.

He let go of the kid and you sighed in relief. You approached him, grabbed his arm and walked him to the edge of camp, where you two could have a private conversation.

You thought you were hiding it well, but Arthur still noticed the fright in your eyes. He realized he had gone too far.

“I’m so sorry I scared ya, darlin’…” he apologized, his tone softer than you’ve ever heard it, his eyes firmly on his feet. “That was way outta line… it’s jus’…” he gestured aimlessly, struggling to find the words.

You took one of his hands in yours, gently kissing his bruised knuckles. You got was he was trying to say. When it came to you, all rationality went out of the window. He was sweet on you for a while now, and he was incredibly protective… this was just the first time you’d seen his feelings in action.

“I know. If someone hurt you, I’d probably do the same” you said gently, and his face relaxed into a smile.

You pointed at your neck, smiling in amusement. “This, however? All you.” you laughed, and then cracked up some more at Arthur’s sheer panic.

“Did… did I hurtcha?!” he gasped. He couldn’t stand the idea, not even for a second. It would destroy him if it was true. He’d never forgive himself.

“No, you fool!” you elbowed him in his ribs and explained that that was no bruise. It was a love bite.

“A… what?” he repeated, blinking rapidly. He never heard of such thing. You tried to explain that when he kissed your neck, he did it so… fervently, that he left a small mark just under your jawbone.

“Oh.” His cheeks lit up in a bright, tomato red and his pupils dilated in realization. You two kissed last night? He was starting to remember now…

The stagecoach robbing went exactly as planned. Of course it did: you and Arthur were a great team, excellent criminal minds that foresee every possible outcome and handle everything expertly. You made off with quite a lot of money and jewelry, so you both decided to celebrate the successful heist with a few drinks in Valentine.

“Just a couple, we still have to go back to camp to deposit the loot” you reminded your partner, putting a coin on the counter and gesturing towards the bartender.

“Of course, no crazy business tonight” the cowboy promised, downing his first shot.

Of course, you were both full of shit. The drinks kept coming, and coming, and coming, until the next thing you remember was you waking up in Arthur’s tent, his arms wrapped around you.

And there was a room… it had a bed, so maybe it was at the saloon?

“Did… did we share a room at the saloon?!” you asked Arthur, alarmed. He was staring straight ahead, hand on his chin, as the scene revealed itself to him.

He saw your exposed neck, head tilted backwards into the pillow as he peppered kisses all over your collarbone and chest, stopping at the edge of your jawline to suck on the tender skin that bruised so quickly, so easily. He heard your moans and his name repeated over and over in delight, as you went deeper and deeper, the friction of skin against skin delicious and exasperating at the same time.

He felt breathless now, his face burning unbearably in what? Arousal? Shame? Maybe both. He didn’t dare to look you in the eye, but seeing him that flustered was enough to prove to you what had happened. You did drunkenly sleep together in that room in Smithfield’s saloon. Some recollections came back to you, making your stomach flutter and your abdomen warm with desire. You saw Arthur in his entirety, remembering his touch on your bare skin, his tongue on your neck and chest, the hair a tangled mess that covered his face. His figure revealed itself in all its vulnerability, the mask of tough outlaw crumbling to reveal a tender, passionate lover that, even in his inebriated state, made sure to put your pleasure first. You silently watched him now, trying to piece together the two sides of him: the side that you always knew, and the new one that opened up to you last night.

Arthur looked back at you, interpreting your surprise as hesitation.

“You regret that, don’tcha?” he asked, an almost imperceptible note of sadness in his tone. “I do too, in a way.”

You were not sure whether to take that as an insult. “What do you mean?”

Arthur walked towards you, taking your hands in his. He lowered his voice into a whisper that covered you in goosebumps. His expression was hard to interpret.

“I regret not making our first time special.” He rubbed his thumb on your hand lovingly, smiling at you. There they were, the eyes you always knew, those breathtaking blues you would lose yourself in every day.

You tucked a hair strand behind his ear and lingered there, caressing his scruffy cheek. Arthur leaned right into your hand, melting under your touch.

“Oh, Arthur” you smiled at him, radiant. “It was special, because it was you.” You grabbed his collar and gently pulled him closer, then put your lips on his for a brief, chaste kiss.

“Nah, I could’ve done it right for ya” he shook his head, as always rejecting the compliment. One of these days you had to make him accept one, you promised yourself.

“Now I’m curious. What would you have done differently?”

Arthur took a moment to think. “Well… for starters, I wouldn’t have been that drunk!”

You chuckled. “Then, I’d book a nice bath for the two of us, with some good wine…” as he talked, he fidgeted with the collar of your shirt, resting his hands on your chest. “Then we’d have some dinner, maybe a walk… and then we’d go back to our room, to sleep in a nice, comfortable bed.”

“That does sound nice…” you remarked, almost disappointed that it wasn’t how it actually went. “Although that’s where it did end. In that nice bed.” You joked, making the man grin. “I guess you’re right” he laughed, pulling you closer.

“Besides,” you continued, lowering your tone, “there’s always the next time, y’know…” you purred, putting a lot on emphasis on the word “next” and giving him a playful smile. Arthur’s eyes lit right up, and he licked his lips.

“S’that so? And when is that?” he asked, his voice so deep it boomed inside his chest, so filled with desire that the warmth in you lower belly returned unannounced. Before you could answer, he was kissing you again, taking his time with it. His stubble tickled your skin, so thick and rough compared to his soft lips. You put your hands around his neck, one cupping his nape as he pushed you against the tree, lost in his affection for you.

“Get a room, you two!” you both jolted at the voice, realizing you weren’t as well hidden from the group as you’d thought. You smiled, embarrassed, watching Hosea wink at you as he walked away.

“Well, there goes our little secret, Arthur” you exhaled, laughing nervously.

“A secret? Who do ya think is responsible for pairin’ us up on every damn mission?” the cowboy laughed, pointing his thumb at Hosea’s back.

“C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast, darlin’.” After placing a kiss on your forehead, Arthur took your hand as you both went back to the group, relieved to not have to hide your love anymore.

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theroosterperch · 2 years

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one of the girls.

(Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader)

Word Count: 2.8K

Trigger Warnings: Nothing I can think of, just fluff <3

A/N: I’m currently writing another insanely long fic but it’s taking me forever and a half. Perhaps posting a shorter one first will give me the push I need. We’ll see. Enjoy some Rooster content where he gets in touch with his feminine side (as we all know, he drinks The Feminist Elixir™️). Also my friend and I were discussing the fact that Rooster is a gossip man. You got work drama? Someone talking smack about someone’s ex’s girlfriend’s cousin’s daughter’s husband? He’s INVESTED, he’s pulling out the popcorn. We don't make the rules but also yes we do.

(P.S. This is the first little fic I've written since my 2013 Wattpad days, please be gentle lmfao)

Summary: Penny asks you to watch Amelia (your goddaughter) for the night and Rooster tags along :)

After getting off work, you decide to head down to the Hard Deck as per your usual Friday evening routine. It had been a long, exhausting day even if it was only 6pm, but you always had time and energy for Fridays at the Hard Deck. Everybody you loved was always there…Maverick, Penny, Phoenix, Coyote, Fanboy, Bob, Hangman (yes, even Hangman), but mainly Rooster—your lovely, warm, incredibly funny and cheeky charming boyfriend. At the end of your longest, saddest, most frustrating days, he always knew exactly how to cheer you up or at least take the edge off. Even just having him in the same vicinity was comforting…like an emotional heat lamp or weighted blanket for the soul. And his hugs…oh, lord, his hugs. Warm, safe, always a bit tight but never too much; at your most broken, it felt like he could just hug you back together. Every time you reunited at the end of the day, he would greet you with one of these hugs, a sweet kiss to some part of the face, and a cheeky “hi beautiful”, and it never waned, even after the several years you had been together. Tonight at the Hard Deck was no exception.

When you walked in the door, you were greeted with the familiar smell of mixed perfumes and colognes, the faint smell of alcohol, beach wood, and salty air. You scanned the crowd for familiar faces, ultimately landing on Penny behind the bar. You approached, trying to get her attention over the noise.

“Busy night?” You shout. She turns around, giving you a warm smile, while somehow juggling too many glasses and bottles of beer in her arms.

“You could say that,” she laughs, attempting to set them down and disperse them to the people crowding the counter. As they all took their drinks, some disappeared elsewhere in the room. “You know how Friday nights are.”

Indeed, I do.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Penny says, turning to you with an inquisitive yet guilty look on her face. “And you can 100% say no if you want to.”

“What is it? Is everything okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Yeah, yeah…it’s just-” She trails off, now fidgeting with random objects behind the counter “Pete and I…we-...well, we haven’t been able to get much alone time since the mission happened and I was wondering if you could hangout with Amelia tonight while we have some time for ourselves. I know it’s last minute but-”

“Say no more,” You interrupt, laughing “she’s my goddaughter, I would love to.”

“Are you sure? This won’t interrupt any plans you have with Bradley?”

“I think the plan for tonight was just to hangout here,” you smile, grabbing a beer from behind the counter. “It’s all good, really. You two deserve some alone time.”

“You are an angel, truly,” she smiles. “Amelia is at the house–probably with her head in some book–so just head over whenever you like. I should be back by tomorrow morning.”

“Sounds good, I’ll leave in a bit.”

“Leaving me so soon?” a raspy voice says behind you. You suddenly feel those all-too-familiar arms wrap around you, and you can’t help but smile. You feel a soft kiss on your neck and a slight tickle from that damn 80’s stache. You turn your head toward Rooster to see him looking down into your eyes, smiling softly as he places a gentle kiss to your lips. “Hi beautiful.” he whispers. There it was.

“Hey stranger.”

“What evil are you two scheming?” He chuckles, motioning towards you and Penny.

“World domination,” you say “but only after I’m done watching Amelia for the night.”

“Hmm…sounds fun. Am I invited?”

“I was thinking it could be more of a….” you trail off, looking at Penny, and she smiles. “girl’s night. Just me and Amelia, ya know—watch chick flicks, do facemasks, paint nails, gossip…the whole nine yards.”

Rooster steps aside slightly, one arm still around your waist as he raises his other hand to his chest dramatically. He gasps, fake-offended: “I can do a girl’s night. I can be one of the girls, I’ll blend right in. Besides, I was looking forward to spending time with you tonight, whatever form that takes.”

You smile up at him as he takes one of your hands and raises it to his lips, placing multiple soft kisses to the top and fingertips, ultimately flattening it against the side of his cheek to cup his face. You sigh, stroking his cheek softly with your thumb as his eyes searched yours for an answer. Ugh, how could you say no?

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A few hours passed and you found yourself sitting on the floor of Penny’s living room with Rooster and Amelia, the three of you having demolished a giant pizza from her favorite restaurant. You admittedly didn’t get to spend as much time with your goddaughter as you would’ve liked, with you working and Amelia going to school–any chance you could get to spoil her, whether it be with her favorite pizza, riding bikes along the beach and getting ice cream, or just hanging out like you were—you were going to take it. She was like your little sister, and you were not only grateful that Penny had chosen you to be her godmother, but also that Rooster was so encouraging and enthusiastic about your role in her life. He had happily come to take on a cool uncle sort of role, offering as much time and support to you both as he could. You could not ask for a better partner, or a cooler goddaughter for that matter.

You throw the last of your crust into the nearly empty pizza box, sighing contently as you lean against Rooster’s shoulder, the both of you resting against the front of the couch. You reentered the conversation in front of you, a dramatic retelling of an adorably adolescent outburst towards Amelia at school.

“Wait, wait, wait. Back up,” Rooster exclaims, still chewing on the crust of his last slice, “she said what about your science fair project?”

“You heard me,” Amelia states, sassily. “The absolute nerve. I saw her trip when we were running the mile but did I say anything? No.”

“Kids these days,” he laughs as he looks over at you, “they’re a different breed.”

“Hey, as I recall via Maverick you have some pretty interesting stories as well. It sounds like you were quite the troublemak-”

“I was a saint, thank you very much,” Rooster laughs. “Don’t tarnish my reputation.”

You playfully swat at his chest, only for him to catch your wrist and place a quick kiss to your forearm. He holds it across his chest, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

“Eeeeughh, you guys are nauseating.” Amelia states, pretending to gag. Rooster lets out a wonderfully deep laugh as he finishes his last bite, dusting off crumbs from his fingers. He sits back groaning, putting one arm around you, the other on his belly.

“I’ve never been so full in my life,” he exhales, patting his stomach softly “I might go into a coma.”

You and Amelia both chuckle at this, until suddenly you get an idea. You look at Amelia and wink, facing her but glancing your eyes towards the man beside you. “So,” you begin, “I was thinking we could do…makeovers or something like that, I’ve been meaning to try my hand at this cool eyeliner trick I saw online.”

Amelia, picking up the hint, smiles at you mischievously, both of you now turning to look directly at Rooster. “I was thinking the exact. same. thing.”

He looks a bit confused for a second, eyes darting between you and Amelia, a nervously amused smile forming on his face. He llet his head drop down, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I should’ve seen that coming.”

This was going to be a fun night.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Endless gossip, two buckets of popcorn,and 6 episodes of Gilmore Girls later, Amelia fell peacefully asleep on her bed. You were now sitting on her bedroom floor in-between Rooster’s legs with your back against his chest, his back against the foot of the bed. He had one hand resting on your bent knee, the other laying somewhat limp in your hands as you directed your attention to painting the nails on his left hand. He watched you silently for a moment, smiling to himself at how cute you looked when you made your focus-face, your tongue sticking slightly out and eyebrows knitted together in concentration.

“Hmmm…you’re so beautiful.” he hums against you, nuzzling his face against your back, occasionally giving you feather-light kisses through the fabric of your shirt. Feeling his hot breath on your back, you got the shivers down your spine and Rooster chuckles, pressing his chest against you further in an effort to aid your chills. He eventually sits up slightly to get a better look at the electric blue artistry you were now slathering on his nails. “...and I supposed you’re not half bad at this.”

You snort, awkwardly. “Thanks, love. I do my best.”

A silent moment goes by before you remember the events that transpired earlier in the evening. “Speaking of beautiful…,” you say as you turn around carefully in his lap. You bent your legs to place them on either side of his hips, almost sitting cross-legged and chest-to-chest against him. You took his face in your hands to turn it straight toward you, “..c’mere good lookin.”

You grabbed the micellar water and package of cotton rounds on the ground next to you that Amelia had used to take off her own makeup after Rooster did his best smokey eye on the poor girl. You had to admit it was sweet; he tried so hard and he even had a reference photo from Pinterest that he kept looking at, insistent on doing it right. The end result was similar to that of a sparkly raccoon, but you both reassured him that it wasn’t bad for someone who spent his days about as far away from all things cosmetic—literally, thousands of feet in the sky, away from the Earth and the nearest Ulta. Amelia returned the favor by donning him with Marilyn Monroe-esque eyeliner and a matching beauty mark, painting his lips bright red as best she could with his mustache. When he saw his reflection in Amelia’s handheld mirror, he folded over laughing.

“Ya know,” he got out between laughs. “I’m more of an Audrey Hepburn man myself, but I think Marilyn suits me.”

“Oh, great. Next time we can put you in a tutu. Maybe a little black dress?” You laugh.

You poured a little bit of the water onto a cotton round, and set the bottle aside. You begin to gently sweep the round across his eyes and lips, doing your best to get off what you could of the impressively stubborn eyeliner and lipstick. Itt was fun to see him with makeup on as it was never something he wore, and you had to admit you enjoyed this for more than one reason. Yes, it was fun to see him with it on, and to see him bond with Amelia, but this was good for you for an entirely different reason. Getting to sit so close to him, paying special attention to his devastatingly beautiful face–getting to admire his wonderfully long eyelashes, his cute nose, the semi-raised scars decorating his jaw and neck…there wasn’t a detail about this man that didn’t have you absolutely whipped.

After a while, you finally manage to get it all off, turning slightly to set down the supplies. When you turn back you find Rooster staring at you contently. There was no mischief, no cheekiness. He looked serious, blinking slowly–his gaze was intense, full of nothing but deep love and admiration. He softly smiles and reaches up to gently tuck a few loose hairs behind your ear with the very tips of his fingers. You once again get the chills, except this time it radiated through you like an electric shockwave. Lord have mercy.

“How’d I get so lucky…” he whispers, so quietly you almost don’t catch it. It was moments like these that made your heart ache in the best possible way…when it was just you and him, the quiet. Nothing to do but comfortably sit in each other’s presence, admiring. You would be lying if you denied that after all these years, this man didn’t give you butterflies.

“No..” you quietly chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “I’m the one who’s lucky.”

Rooster smiles at this warmly, putting his arms around your waist and pulling you close into one of those irreplaceable, ultra-comfortable, soul-soothing hugs–his hand gently pushing on the back of your head to get you to rest on his shoulder. He began to rock just barely side-to-side…you’re not sure how long you had sat there, but you began to feel him lazily trace patterns all over your back and…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

You don’t ever remember falling asleep, but you are awoken by a soft murmuring somewhere behind you. When you finally open your eyes and turn your head, you see Penny sitting at the edge of Amelia’s bed, softly stroking her hair. You hear her whisper to Amelia but you can’t quite make out what she says. Hope she had a good time.

You turn even further to see Rooster sleeping peacefully behind you, his arm draped lazily over your waist. You smile at his darling face, peaceful as he rests—surprisingly well—on the shag carpet of Amelia’s bedroom floor. You couldn’t help but bring your hand up to run your fingertips through his hair, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek and eyelids. After a moment his eyelashes flutter slightly, and his eyes open–confused for a moment before finally focusing on your. He brings a hand up, groggily rubbing the sleep from his face the best he could. What a sight for sore eyes. He smiles at you and leans up, propping himself on one elbow, the other hand caressing the back of your head to pull you slightly forward. Usually a morning kiss would consist of something quick as you both are rushing to get to work,, but not this morning. He kisses you dizzingly slow and deeper than usual for his morning display of affection–had you been in the comfort of your own home, it would not be just a kiss but you store that in the mental bank for later.

He barely pulls away, resting his forehead against yours “good morning gorgeous” he says with a smile.

“Mornin, stud.” you quip back. He chuckles, letting out a throaty laugh before quickly kissing you on the forehead, his hand still caressing the back of your head. Suddenly, you’re interrupted by Penny.

“Hey, lovebirds,” Penny laughs quietly “thanks for hanging out with her, I know she had a lot of fun.”

“So did we,” you and Rooster say at the same time.

“Let’s get up and I’ll buy us all breakfast, my treat.” Penny encourages. You both stand up wobbling, leaning on each other for as much support as you could give–the reality of sleeping on the floor now becoming painfully obvious. You hobble into the kitchen, gathering your things, and you notice Rooster is a little far behind you, visibly uncomfortable as he tried to stretch out his back to relieve some of the tension.

“I’m sorry if that was uncomfortable,” you said, running your hand down his back in an effort to soothe some of the pain. “We should’ve slept on the couch or something.”

”No apology needed,” he said insistently, looking at you like you had lost your mind. He kisses your cheek before continuing. “I said I wanted to spend time with you however I could, right? The sore back is totally worth it. Besides, there’s been plenty of times I’ve left you a bit sor-”

“Hey now,” you interrupt, putting your hand over his mouth “none of that til we’re out of Penny’s house.”

Penny looks at you guys, and shakes her head laughing. “You two crack me up.”

You both chuckle at her response, knowing damn well she’s aware of your activities as a couple. After all, she had quite literally asked you to babysit so she could have some alone time with a certain someone. Rooster returns his attention to you, grabbing your hand, a cheeky grin plastering his face.

“Am I one of the girls now? Did I pass the test?”

“Mmm….,” you hum, looking up as you pretend to think about it. “you did alright. I’ll keep you around anyhow.”

“Perfect,” he laughs, resting his head on top of yours. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Yeah, me neither.

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Seeing Red | Ch. 28: Red - Penny 📲✍️

Summary: Penny checks on Red

Warning: mentions of death and cancer.

THERE'S BOTH TEXT CHAT AND WRITTEN PART IN THIS CHAPTER

A/N: I COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS I'M A WEAK PERSON OKAY? OKAY.

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Jake comes back from Liam's room, a soft smile on his lips when he sees you're awake. "Morning, cherry."

"Morning, cowboy." You mutter, opening your arms for him. It only takes him a second to get under the covers and crawl into your arms. "How's the little prince?"

"He still has a fever, it's much lower than yesterday, though. I made him breakfast and gave him medicine. He almost fell asleep while eating. It was so heartbreaking."

"He gets sleepy when sick. Did you put him to bed?"

Jake nods, kissing your neck, the closest thing he has, as his head is resting on your chest. "Didn't even have to sing."

You smile as you recall all the nights you've secretly heard him sing to Liam. "It's cute when you do it."

He raises his head, looking at you with narrow eyes. "Have you been eavesdropping, young lady?"

"You can't prove it!" You chuckle when he starts kissing your neck again, his 'stache tickling your skin.

"I can torture you until you admit it," he says, biting your neck softly, just in that sweet spot he loves so much. You have to clench your teeth to not moan. "I still know where it is."

"Asshole."

"Language." He continues kissing your neck, his lips traveling up to your jaw. "I've seen a few more tattoos. Can I see them?"

"Oh, yeah. There's this butterfly," you say, lifting your arm to reveal a red butterfly with a date on the inside of your forearm. "That's Liam's birth date."

"It's beautiful." He traces the lines with his thumb before kissing it. "I'm gonna need to get one myself. What about the one under your watch?"

You chuckle. "When did you see that one? It's meant to be hidden."

"When I wrapped your hands yesterday. But I was too busy being a dick to notice, I guess." He rolls his eyes at himself and laughs. "I'm really sorry about it."

You kiss his forehead and remove your watch from your wrist. "It's okay. But this should tell you that I never stopped thinking about you."

"Is that… a cherry?"

You cover your face with your hands, feeling heat spreading over your cheeks. "It's lame, I know. Pregnancy hormones thought that it was cool."

He grabs your hands, sliding his fingers between yours, and moves them away from your face. "Red, look at me."

You open one eye, afraid that he's going to laugh at you, but curious at the same time when you hear the seriousness in his voice.

"Take off my watch."

And you do, your lungs forgetting how to work when you see the small 'R' in red ink. And the blue 'L' next to it, separated by a hyphen. "You did not."

"Of course, I did. Got the R three years ago. The L is recent." He looks at you, waiting for your approval. "You like it?"

You wipe a tear away. "You said you'd never get a tattoo."

"This isn't just a tattoo, love. It's my family." He chuckles when he sees your teary eyes. "Oh Lord, look at you. It's just two letters."

"It's the meaning behind, Jake. A Red R. That's me. And the L is Liam, and it's blue! That's his favorite color."

"I know. I asked him." He confesses with a grin.

You sigh, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him close to kiss him. "Don't leave again."

He pecks your lips softly, a featherly touch that almost makes you believe it didn't happen. "I've hurt you enough in this life. I won't leave you again." You look into the depthness of his green orbs, searching in them. There's fierceness in them. He was alone the last time. Well, not alone. But it was you two against the world, and he had everything to lose.

Now? He has a family. A big, loud, and crazy family that would go to the ends of the world to help him if he asked them to. Now he can fight.

"I love the 'stache. It gives you this 'hot daddy' look."

He burst into laughter, falling against the pillows. "I'm in my dilf era."

You roll over, laying on top of him, your head now pressed against his chest. "Remember that no one other than me, the hottest milf around, is allowed to see you like this."

He raises a brow, wetting his lips before smirking. "Babe, you were the one that punched me yesterday for being jealous."

"Oh, I'm not jealous." You point out, playing with his dog tags and the ring attached to the chain. Why would you be jealous when he wears the ring everywhere?

"Then why is nobody allowed to see me shirtless?" He moves his hands under your shirt, caressing the small of your back.

"Did I say shirtless?"

"No," he softly pinches your skin, causing you to yelp. "Shhhh. You're gonna wake our kid."

You smack his chest. "What was that for?"

"Because you talk in riddles. What are you, the Riddler?"

"What I meant is that nobody is allowed to see you being cute, adorable and soft while talking about Liam. That's for my eyes only."

He shakes his head and laughs. "You're really something else."

"You knew what you were getting into when you proposed." You kiss his jaw, smiling afterwards. Things have changed so much in only 24 hours.

"And I'll do it again."

There's not a sign of doubt in his voice.

"Penny told me about your mom. That was the only thing she said."

Jake swallows. Maybe you should have stayed quiet. "Apparently she had cancer."

"Sweet mother of god. I don't know who wrote the story of your life, but they sure wanted to make you suffer."

"Shit happens, I guess. But it's okay. She's in a better place now."

You're about to say something when you hear Liam crying. You sigh and get up. "My turn."

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Daddy Lessons: Andy & KitCat

Summary: KitCat has a secret she's been keeping from her father. How will he react when she finally shares her truth? Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Coming Out, Discussions of Sexuality, Fluff, Girl!Dad Andy, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Please let me know what you think of this latest installment. All feedback is welcome. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Thanks for reading!

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Andy and his baby girl, Katrina, are out and about enjoying an ice cream date at one of their favorite parks when the conversation begins...

“Look, I know you’re all psyched to be leaving for college at the end of this summer, and while I’m going to miss you –”

“Oh, my God, Dad.” Katrina giggles. “I’ll only be, like, an hour away. Plus, Bianca will be there, so there’s really no need to worry.”

“I know, I know.” At least his two oldest girls would have each other, even if it was only for a year. Thank the Lord for small favors. “But it’s my job to worry about you. That’s what we Dads do. It’s in the handbook and everything.”

Katrina lets out an amused sigh, having grown accustomed to her father’s dramatics over the years. He always meant well, even if he was a little overbearing at times.

“And as your father it’s also my civic duty to warn you about these devious creatures otherwise known as the opposite sex, or college boys as you call them.” He bristles, giving her a pointed look. “You need to avoid them at all costs.”

“Dad! Seriously?”

“I’m dead serious. Those body spray wearing delinquents have no morals, zero scruples, and are going to do everything in their power to try to convince you otherwise. Fucking pencil-stached miscreants.”

“Wow.” Is all she can muster. “Just wow, Dad.”

“Yep. And those boys –” Andy continues.

“Or girls.” Katrina interjects softly.

“Right. They’ll try and – wait. Wait. What?” He watches in confusion as his precious Katrina looks away from him. Her hazel eyes brimming with unshushed tears.

“I just meant, like, girls as in maybe. I dunno.” She sniffles, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Or it could totally be a boy. But preferably one who actually understands the merits of showering.” She tries to hide her nervousness with a laugh, only for the sound to get stuck in her throat.

“Okay.” Andy murmurs, nodding his head. “Okay.”

“Mama said, cuz’ she knows, that it’s, um, okay not to know. Or to maybe like both. No matter what, she’s already promised to protect whoever I bring home to dinner.” His little girl tells him, all the while still refusing to look him in the eyes.

Heaving out a soft sigh, Andy picks up their half-eaten bowls of ice cream and tosses them both into a nearby garbage bin. He then grabs a handful of napkins before heading back over to where his daughter is sitting.

“Alright, kiddo.” He tells her, handing over the slightly crumpled tissues. “Let’s take a walk.”

“Daddy…wait.” Katrina mumbles, dabbing her eyes.

“What, KitCat?” Andy squats down next to her. “Are you gonna ask me what I think you’re about to ask me? Because, if so, you already know the answer, honey.” He playfully tugs on one of her golden brown curls, prompting another sniffle. “You’re about to ask me if I still love you. Right?”

Two tears spill over onto her cheeks as she nods. “Do you?” She asks, her little shoulders beginning to shake.

Out of instinct, his big, warm hands move to delicately cup her face. Using his thumbs to brush away a fresh set of hot tears, he finally gets Katrina to look his way.

“Of course I love you. I always have, and I always will. Consider that Daddy Lesson number one. You can’t shake me, kiddo. Do you understand me, Katrina Claire Barber?”

Instead of responding, his second oldest, his cheeky little bookworm, his aspiring journalist, simply throws her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly. Smiling, Andy gently rubs her back.

In his mind, this was what being a father was all about. Loving your children for who they were.

“You’re okay, KitCat. You’re okay. Your Mama and I just want you to be happy. That’s all. And if you remember nothing else, always remember that my love for you is unconditional. I’m proud of the young woman you’re becoming. You're a force to be reckoned with - in fact, all my girls are. All thanks to your mother.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Another sniffle.

Katrina pulls away to offer him a watery grin of her own.

“There’s that beautiful smile I love so much. Now, come on. What say you and I head on over to Eddie’s for a couple of double bacon cheeseburgers?” Andy helps his daughter to her feet before slinging a protective arm around her shoulders.

“With extra bacon and cheese fries?” She asks, lightly bouncing on her toes.

“Sure thing, Sweet Pea.”

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“Daddy?” Katrina chimes a few moments later.

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”

“I know. But you’re still not allowed to date until you're married.”

“Oh, come on!” She rolls her eyes as they cross the street. “Not this again.”

“Yep. That’s Daddy lesson number two, for ya. We fathers don’t make the rules, we just enforce ‘em. It’s a hard knock life.”

“I’m telling Mom, you know.”

“Go for it. She’s not allowed to date either and she’s already married.” He jokes, earning him yet another groan.

Ahh, the benefits of fatherhood.

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gertsonsource · 9 months

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I’ve been directed here for answers to my questions. I looked through every post and it has just led me to even more questions.

what is going on? please I- I don’t understand

oh dear lord. i... i don't know where to begin? or how much to explain/how much i can explain? i assume you mean about gertson, specifically, given this blog's name, but... okay, like i will genuinely try, i promise, but. it's. hmmm.

okay. well. first off. hiii. it's gert. hello. hi. hello hello hi hello :)

secondly, this. uhhhh. this is gonna get. hmmm. a bit. nsfw. alright

so honestly there's no gentle way to put this. it starts with the lizard sex threesome.

it had something to do with the "gecko with pearl earring" painting, i genuinely don't remember what, i think it might have been in a voice call, which then somehow became "geckson and gackson (gecko jillson and gecko jackson)" which somehow became me, gert, personally having a torrid and passionate love affair with geckson and gackson (hence: gertson).

i made a fake ao3 doc about it (tags/summary/etc--it was very explicit lmao). geckson and gackson became my weed smoking girlfriends. somehow we relocated the threesome to under maren's bed. the joke grew. more fake ao3 docs and jokes about it. the polycule also grew to incomprehensible levels and i genuinely have lost track of who's involved at this point (the pinned post should be mostly accurate but i think there have been a few other additions not inscribed there, such as a cardboard cutout of someone, i don't remember who, that had the jeepers stache drawn on it) but i know we (me, geckson, and gackson) have married milk and schrodinger's jeepers continues to be both within and without of the polycule perimeter. we are forever pursuing maren as we are under maren's bed (threat), the mothman is our sometimes lover when he passes through, etc. we've built a whole fucking lore. it's elaborate. gertsonverse is expansive and rendered in loving detail.

that's not even getting into the adjacent cursed fucking crack ships/polycules/fake ao3 docs (the Carse, crawlings/jeepers and The Plunger, curtainfest, etc)

Some Relevant Images: (MILD NSFW WARNING)

pictured: gertson (with my old discord pfp):

you can ask for the fake ao3 doc if you want (private ask or thru discord) but i promise you it's so cursed your crops will wither upon coming within five feet of it and it's also ..... quite. nsfw

#gertson #[deep sigh] unfortunately #or gleefully #you know whichever

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Seb Seb my beloved Seb !! <3 how are you doing, angel? I am back on my Finn bullshit and just wanted to say that our resident Cunnilinguist™️ goes absolutely feral when he realizes how much you love the feeling of his mustache against you while he’s going down on you!! how turned on you are by the little burn the facial hair leaves behind when he kisses and nuzzles his face against your inner thighs, the way you clench around his fingers and tug on his hair that little bit harder when the stache grazes your clit oof oof oof, it would drive him crazy but also make him so smug and he’d come up for air to give you that signature smirk and ask you

“ya like that, huh baby?” before rubbing his mustache against your clit again just to feel your body shudder and hear your desperate whimpers 😵‍💫

ily !!! I hope you’re doing well and had a great weekend my love, mwah!!! 😘🥰🫶🏼❤️💕❤️💕

- @sugarcoated-lame <3

kricket, kricket, kricket! my beloved kricket! <3 i’m doing all ok thank you! how are you doing?

ohhhhhh my lord, yes absolutely, to finn our resident cunnilinguist and rubbing his tache on your clit! it does feel good, i can confirm. it just scratches in the right way and finn would go absolutely feral when he realizes that. even better if sometimes that’s the last sensation you need to push you over the edge.

he can tell you’re working your way closer to your release, and he just scratches, and you fall apart instantly. he’s murming against your pussy, “that’s it, sweet girl. come over my tache, doin’ so good for me.” he kisses you after and you can taste yourself 😵‍💫

oh, but he would be so sweet with any beard burn he leaves behind! applying creams and soothing your skin, because he loves eating his girl out, and he wants you to be comfortable and well looked after 🥹

ilysm and i love this thot so much too! thank you so much for this my love and i hope you have a fab start to your week! mwah! 🥰💗🫶🏼💐

#💌you’ve got mail #sugarcoated lame <33 #walt finn finnegan #💐 these are for you!!

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musette22 · 1 year

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Hi, I'm in a meeting but allow me to go a little crazy rn in your inbox because while I was boredom-scrolling (all-hands company meetings suck), I came across this picture:

And I was like "aw I love this photo. I miss them."

Then I just kept looking and I cannot believe that we have this event and THIS photo in particular. Because this was only 4.5 years ago and it was after Endgame officially wrapped (not including reshoots) so the fact that Seb was invited to the opening night of Chris' play and the after party just warms my cold, frozen heart 💗

And then I kept looking and we have this:

LOOK HOW CLOSE THEY ARE! The way Seb's shoulder is tucked in under Chris' arm (also hiiiiii Seb's baby grey patch!) 😍

CHRIS'S HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND 😭😭😭

His short nails! 😭 His big hand on Seb's sweater (which I'm sure was super soft because Seb seems to love cozy textures) 😭 The way it's just resting so casually - so naturally - as if it's always belonged there 😭😭😭

I just have a lot of feels about this photo, okay? I feel so blessed that we actual know it happened and it exists.

Also bonus for you:

Happy Wednesday! I love you 💖

Tej. My darling. Light of my life. I know I already screamed at you for this ask yesterday but allow me to do so again: AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!! This ask oh my god

I am!!!!!!! So!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 Listen, I read this ask while I was rushing to work yesterday (still on my old phone, oh the nostalgia) and I literally started cry-laughing in the middle of the street. It's just everything to me, I genuinely love this ask with my whole entire heart. All those closen ups of Chris's big hand on Seb's shoulder make my silly little Evanstan heart explode with love and fondness 😭💖 What a time that was (speaking of nostalgia). But! We still have beautiful pics like these and I'm so glad you're helping us all appreciate them to the fullest 🙌🏻 You're doing the lord's work, my love. A tulip for your efforts 🌷

And then, while I was already crying, you hit me with that last pic and I literally cackled, I love you so damn much 😂💖 Trash stache, my beloved <333 Incredible. Thank you so much for this, it definitely helped to keep me going yesterday.

(Also, if you have a cold, frozen heart then I'm Marvel's biggest cheerleader.)

#evanstan #rpf #lobby hero #teeejjjj 💖💖💖#minnie answers

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what-immortal-hand-or-eye · 9 months

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more stuff because my brain is vibrating. oh lord these noodles are killing me (i love them bit i suffer)

cucumbers or pickles

avacadors or guac

pineaplle on pizza?

do you say Kleenex or tissue

and bandaid or banages

top 3 cereals

opinions on mustaches? both good and bad staches

have/would you ever wax any part of your body?

I used to hate cucumbers, but then I lived in a place where they were in everything, so I got used to them. I like both

Guacamole. Plain avocados have their potential unfulfilled

It’s fine. Sweet pizza isn’t really my thing, but in Italy they make pizza with hotdogs and fries as toppings, so I think that pizza purists aren’t as correct as they think

Tissue

Bandaid

I don’t eat cereal bc it gets stuck in my pointy fucking teeth 😔 and it’s a pain to brush out. Maybe Cinnamon Toast Crunch?

I cant fucking do moustaches I think they look weird. Attached to more facial hair it’s ok, but on their own I don’t like them

Absolutely not I love my body hair that came free with my endocrine system

#answered

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sc87 · 2 years

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BAHAHA WHY DO THE BOYS LOOK SO PISSED the boys are like frowning off camera and sid is just like 😀 😄 towards it. Oh lord it's that stache, isn't it

#sidney crosby #pittsburgh penguins #penguins lb #nhl #charity #salvation army

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effervescentdragon · 2 years

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I was not expecting this evening to be a drop into Akiras ask night but ✨here we are✨. I blame the heatwave, it calls to me. The beer gardens lure me in with their siren song. How can I refuse?

I am once again writing you from the back of a taxi. At a slightly more reasonable hour this time. Downside - no hot doctor sons being shown to me. Boo! Taxi driver did give me a bottle of water though so I am hydrating!

We played giant Jenga in the beer garden we were at for a bit and I might have gotten a tiny bit too competitive, and now I have a bruised thigh and have been banned from giant games with the group now …. Jenga pieces may have been thrown

It turns out they also all vividly remember my ‘stache PowerPoint and have apparently seen a new side of me because of “the comments I made about that racing guys necklace” last weekend. So I’m now looking for a new friend group please! 😳 Any applicants please get in touch!

Also, I need to confess, I’m still thinking about your Montreal date fic sequel. It is SO good. Not to repeat what I’ve already told you but I’m actually insane about it. I want to climb inside your brain and just admire all your ideas and your way with words…... Or something that sounds a bit less creepy. Oh god 😹 What I’m trying to say is that I’m in awe of your talent!

Anywayyyyyy I am home now, and the dog is not happy that he does not have my undivided attention, true lord behaviour from him, and I really should get to bed. So goodnight and ily! 🖤

Good mornong Dee my darling, and all my love to drunk!Dee! This is your obligatory reminder to drink water 💖

I have my coffee and I held off last night so as not to read this and to give myself delight in the morning, and boy, is it a delight! The lure of the beer gardens in the heat should never be ignored, especially if you have a wonderful time, like it sounds you did! No hot doctors 😿 yes bottles of water 😻

Oh god, being banned from group games bcs you're too competitive, that.. rings a bell. So did I evetlr tell you how i got banned from playing Pandemic because i got too competitive, even though its a game where you play against the game? I may have skewered the rules and as a consequence, a board was thrown, we brought out immunology textbooks and ended up fighting about cholera. Fun times 😹 also. Listen. The ppt was AMAZING and Pierres necklace DOES bring out a new person out of all of us. Youre completely valid in this. Show your friends some more cross pictures and see them discover sth in themselves 😳 you're just ahead of the curve, friend 💖💖

I am so, so glad you liked it. I dedicated it to you (and my dearest Stormy) because your comments, so well thought out and so emotional, just make me so happy. I do feel like i should apologize to your laptop for all the slams i've induced 😹 sorry, laptop. i cant help it 🙈 i dont think its creepy. come root in my brain anytime, see if something shakes loose 😽💖

Give the doggo all my love, and have a wonderful tgif! Love love love 💖💖

#dee gets all the rights #dee tag <3 #these are always a blast and i love that you tell me these things #akira answers asks #tmdf sequel hell #also WATER!!#🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

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chattahoochiecoochie · 2 years

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NO BECAUSE I LOVE PAUL ANDERSON TOO OH MY GOD HIM AND TOM HARDY IN LEGEND WAS >>>>>

No for reallll though. And listen, I love the stache. Big stache supporter here. But stacheless? Oooooooo lord have mercy.

#top ten hottest men alive #hooch asks #paul anderson

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lieutenantg · 4 years

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#FUUUUCK RAREPAIRS SO MUCH UAAAAAAAJGDFKJGSDJ #THEYRE SO GOOD GODDAMN IT #I JUST READ FANFICTION WITH BLACK STACHE AND SMEE/ LORD ASTER AND I?????#SORRY FOR BEING CINGE BUT... OH MY GOOOOOOD THIS SHIT FUUUUUUUCKS #I HATE MYSELF AAAAAAADFJKGJDF #NEVER READING FANFICTION AGAIN. GOODBYE #anyways if any of yall find more content w/ them please send it to me. please abd thannk you..#I require sustenance father #im so pissed sdnsdnfg

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dinthehottotty · 3 years

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Drunk on You - Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Warnings: Just some smutty drabble inspired by a new toy....

A/N: I wrote this on mobile so sorry I don't have the drop down bit. Also go gentle on me, this is my first Whiskey piece....

No. No, no. No, no, no, no. Nonononononono! This... could not be happening. Mortification was creeping in. Shame was shuffling from the corner of the hotel room.

It had taken ten minutes for you to begin to realize the weight of the situation. Still you couldn't bare looking to your right. If your legs could just stop shaking, that would be great.

You were a grown woman. An adult. Always prided yourself on your own efficiency. You got the job done, and done right no matter the energy and time. You did it independently for the most part, that's why you'd been hired by Statesmen to begin with. You were an amazing spy with a nerve of steel.

There was only one thing that ever got to you. Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels. What an asshole. You'd never met such a surecocked, womanizing, smug bastard man. He pissed you off so much. You never used to let his advances bother you, but somehow over the years he wiggled his way under your skin. Now a single look from him made you seeth and bristle like a wild animal.

Your pride was now wiped away like a dry erase board. Your mind slowly is beginning to gain its bearings while you tremble in a puddle of your own fluids on your hotel bed. The light of the lamp next to you is a reminder of your vulnerability.

Sparing a glance to your right, everything about you is slow and hesitant. Jack is lounging beside you comfortably, a satisfied smirk coating his face. He's got his eyes closed, his fingertips tapping the air with a song you've got no idea about. He looks almost peaceful in the warm light of the dimmed lamp. And it would be if his stupid porn 'stache wasn't tilted up in a cocky smirk.

Your stomach chooses this inopertune moment to gurgle loudly. Weird, you swore the nausea was due to the naked rodeo clown beside you. Weirder yet, he almost looked good without his yellow sunglasses and cowboy hat. Less like a want to be country music star and more like a Latin lover.

His head lolls your way and his eyes bulldoze you with his thrilled smirk. Even in the low, unflattering light his brown eyes are warm and remind you of the warm gooeyness that is sliding from between your legs. You want it to not feel good, but your so boneless from the last... fuck, you don't even know how long it's been.

"Worked yerself up an appetite, did ya, darlin'?" Your only response is to gulp and you have to look away from him. A shiver rolls through you and he chuckles.

That's the worst part of this. Not the fact that you actually caved and slept with the sleeze of man, not the fact that he was the only person you genuinely hated in regards to company. No, the worst part of this, was how wrecked he had you. Jack Daniels is singlehandedly the best lay you've had in your life and it wasn't even hate sex.

Granted you should be screaming at him to get the fuck out of your hotel room and raging that he barged in on you in the first place.

Ginger had been so polite in regards to leaving you in the room by yourself for a bit. Laughing as you called after her 'if there is an emergency, don't call me, get the boys!' And then you forgot to turn on airplane mode.

It wasn't that Statesmen couldn't afford two rooms for you both. Instead, she was your near and dear friend and missions served as your sleepovers. You'd both spend free moments giggling and gossiping about the other agents. And also your sex lives and preferences. Also, your newest toy that you hadn't gotten to try.

A tiny egg with a little tongue and suction on it. The catalyst. You'd been prepared when your eyes and ears left to give a good review only to very quickly discover just how delightful and overwhelming the little tool was.

Too aware of how Whiskey was leaning over you with a grin, you suddenly feel nervous. "Don't tell me I fucked the sass out of you, sweetheart. I do love that wicked tongue you've got." He thumbs your lower lip and you find your self holding in panting. For fucks sake it took you nearly ten minutes to stop after he'd finally rolled off you.

It's pitiful that you just let out a tiny whine, pushing weakly at his chest. It makes his grin deepen, his dimples practically shining. "Don't go soft on me now, girl."

"Need minute," you finally rasp, voice hoarse. He leans down, shocking you with a hungry pass of his mouth over yours.

You should want to fight him, but your mind feels as boneless as your body.

There is a noise. A beep of the door unlocking with the card swiped.

Ginger is back.

She still knocks, bless her heart. It's like Whiskey doesn't even notice, instead just drawing his mouth over your jaw and tasting your neck lazily. He must know. Either he thinks it's housekeeping or he just doesn't give a fuck.

"Rosé?" She calls out from the hallway by the door. "I hope I gave you enough lead time to try-" she gasps as she rounds the corner and finds you wrapped up with a man you despise. "Oh, lord! What even happened?" She averts her wide eyes and Whiskey chuckles warmly over you.

"Decommissioned," you rasp out, complete mush under the mouthing at your neck. "Sorry." Teeth appear and your vaguely aware that Whiskey is laughing with delight against you.

He lifts enough to flash a grin at Ginger.

"You hate him! What do you mean 'decommissioned'?" She throws her hands up.

"What's the racket?" Eggsy calls, strutting in with Gallahad. Both of them freeze at the sight of you practically preening under the warm body over you. "No fuckin' way," the kid demands when Whiskey jerks the blankets up around your naked form.

"Now, I don't mind the company, but if you boys want a show, I suggest you go find the HBO channel back in your respective rooms. The lady is going to need a hot meal and a nice nap before she goes anywhere." You don't even register that you're nodding along with his statement.

"No way you bagged Rosé," Eggsy demands. "She looks drugged!" The heat of a big calloused hand rolls up over your side under the sheet and you let your eyes fall shut. Ginger just shakes her head like a disappointed mother.

"Not drugged," you manage to offer. It earns you a happy purr from the smug agent above you and he rolls a hand between your legs unabashedly. Your still too sensitive and jerkily shove his hand, gasping. "Out, please," you murmur, no bite to your words as a warm mouth finds the hollow behind your ear.

Ginger quickly agrees, shuffling quickly out of the room. Eggsy, even with Gallahad's prompting tries to stick around, giving you shit until the mouth leaves your neck.

"The lady politely requested you leave. Find the door, boy." He snarls like a caged animal and it sends warmth down belly. You find yourself uncaring and unfurling beneath him as Eggsy is lead out of the room.

"Hungry," you moan, trying to glower when he goes to reposition and settle between your thighs. It earns you a cocky grin.

"Atta girl!" You don't know what you expect, but it's hardly him pulling your legs up and proping them over his shoulders while he reaches for the phone.

You both moan when he sinks into you, wettly and just as easily as before. "Fuck, feel so good, baby." And he leans over, picking up the phone and dialing. There is ringing as he cradles the phone between his shoulder and ear, rolling his hips forward. He's rewarded with the obnoxiously loud squelch that accompanies his thrusts. "What sounds good to eat?" Whiskey asks as you pant and writhe beneath him like his cock isn't stretching you beyond capacity.

"Everything," you gasp out.

"Could you send us the works? Whatever you've got on special." You can't pay attention to anything else he says, in the back of your mind your mind you know your a mess.

It's when you hear the tiny motor start that your hand is jerking down and your snatching his wrist. "Jack, no, I can't-" you rasp as you stop his hand from bringing the little egg down on your clit.

"Why not?" But it doesn't actually sound like a question and his eyes are glinting down on you.

"Is too much, hurts."

"You weren't complaining earlier."

"Overstimulated." He gives a growl, shutting the vibrator off before hauling your knees into the crook of his arms. It has you moaning unabashedly as he changes angles, stirring the pace up.

"Feels so good, oh fuck, feels good. Don't stop, please don't stop, always wanna be full, fill me up please." What kind of effect was this? You never babbled.

"What a good girl," he rumbles, "finally giving into how desperate she's been for me. Do you want to cum around me again?" He watches you falling apart beneath him, a complete wreck.

"Can't, can't cum. Felt like I was cumming the whole time that toy was on my clit. Hurts." A hand rubs down your belly, a direct path to the heaven between your legs that he's still fucking. You scramble for his wrist again but he's stronger and you let out a cry as he brushes a knuckle over your swollen and abused clit. It just makes him chuckle when you arch off the pillow below your hips.

Your so wet that it's coating your thighs and making him glide against you like your coated in oil. Everything was wet and warm.

"C'mon girl, don't tell me yet that I've won?" He rasps. There is a need that builds up at those words. An anger as you manage some kind of weak glare up at him. You fumble for him.

You intend fully on crushing his mouth against yours and devouring him in response to his quip. It seems to surprise you both when your lips move more tenderly than either of you anticipate.

Whiskey goes stiff in your arms, fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. There's a moment you think you've killed the mood but then he's sink down against you and tenderly kissing you back.

It's not unexpectedly fun and wild like the rest of this desperate affair has been. Instead, his hips roll slow and smooth, no rush or reason beyond just feeling you. The heat of him consumes you as you breathe into each other's mouths, drinking the other in and soaking in hot hands.

"Shoulda done this sooner," you manage against his mouth and feel his chuckle rumble you both.

"Offers been there," he groans. "Spend the night in my room," he pleads gently. It has you shivering.

"Okay," you sigh, mush beneath the fulfilling stretch he was giving. He could ask you to kill Eggsy here and now and you'd probably say yes. Just as long as this never ended. You were drunk on Whiskey.

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So I saw this post about Super Mario 3D World’s introduced power up of the Cat Bell and how it would affect characters outside of Mario and one of the examples they used in the catified section was Reboot Vilgax so I was like “which of Ben’s transforms would get cat suits and which would get catified”. Also, I added Reboot Kevin aliens and Nemetrix aliens, but since I was running out of room, I decided that Kevin aliens would be at the same place as who they copied from with the exception of Bashmouth cuz he has no copy and only the Panuncian Nemetrix transformation would be in a different section.

Anyways, here list! (And I shall explain) (walls of text after read more)

Cat Suit (give ‘em a suit that’s a cat)

Diamondhead is human enough in my eyes to just get a suit. (Same reasoning for Crystalfist.) Grey Matter is human but small and frog. (Same reasoning for Dark Matter.) Four Arms is human but four eyes and… four arms. (Same reasoning for Quad Smack.) Snare-Oh is human but mummy. Frankenstrike is literally Frankenstein but electric. Upchuck has just enough of a human shape that I think he counts for a suit. Ditto is human but duplication and adorable. Humungousaur you can 910% argue that he should be in catified, but I feel like he’s just human like enough to get him the past to suit. (Same for Humungoraptor.) Chromastone, same reasoning as Diamondhead. Alien X is human but starry (also Serena and Bellicus would be cat masks which is funny). NRG’s suit would just be cat themed and not caged themed. ChamAlien for the same reason as Humungousaur, but I feel like you can’t argue as well for ChamAlien than Humungousaur. Juryrigg can totally get a suit, he’s an Imp. Pesky Dust, while he does has wings, those wings probably don’t care about the cat suit, like, at all. Mole-Stache also wears a suit, change that to just be cat themed. Kicking Hawk is human but bird-ish. Toepick is… wierd, but still human-like enough for me. Bullfrag is… human but frog… and not small. Whampire is weird since he has wing flaps, but Lord Transyl didn’t have wing flaps so… Whampire counts. Reboot Stinkfly is definitely more human-like than his classic counterpart which was the point of Stinkfly’s reboot redesign, which I say pushes this Stinkfly to the suit section. Same reasoning for Reboot Wildvine, Thornblade, and Skunkmoth.

Catified (make them a cat!)

Heatblast is made for literal fire, how is he supposed to wear a suit! (Same reasoning for Hotshot.) Wildmutt isn’t human enough to get a suit, but doesn’t have enough cat traits to be put in the “Is Cat (technically)” section. XLR8 is why Humungousaur can be argued to be in this section, but I feel like XLR8 has less backing to get a suit than Humungousaur due to XLR8’s talons and orb feet. (Same reasoning for Rush.) Classic Stinkfly is a freaking bug. Ripjaws is… weird, but he’s in catified due to being mostly fish. Ghostfreak is… a ghost. Cannonbolt isn’t human enough for me to put him in cat suit. (Same for Wreckingbolt.) Classic Wildvine isn’t human enough either. Spitter is a walking pufferfish, so catified. Buzzshock can be argued to be put in cat suit, but I’m putting him here for a similar reason to Heatblast, he’s energy. Arctiguana is way too lizard-like. Eye Guy is just so unconventional that it’s just weird for him to get a suit, so his only other option is being catified. Way Big… MAKE WAY BIG A CAT THAT’S HILARIOUS also he’s too freaking big (bird? Really autocorrect?) and he has the head fin to reasonably be put into a suit. Swampfire controls fire and plants while also smelling horrible, so I feel like him getting catified is better than giving him a suit. Echo Echo is literally sound in a suit so… sound cat. Jetray has wing flaps and horns that can’t easily be put under a suit, so catified it is. Big Chill can just phase out of the suit if he wanted to, plus his wings exists, so catified to keep him from doing that. Brainstorm is a crab. Spidermonkey is a monkey with six legs. Lodestar has a freaking floating head, how do you put a suit on that?! Water Hazard is, according to the Ben 10 wiki, mollusk-like, so catified. Ampfibian is a jellyfish. Armodrillo, to me, is too non-human like and more robotic, but robotic enough to warrant it being put in the “Can Robots be Catified?” section. Terraspin is a giant turtle. Eatle is a bug. Feedback has the same reasoning as Buzzshock. Shocksquatch has the same reasoning that I would justify putting Rook into “Is Cat (technically)”, but into catified and not that, it’s too furry to be considered for a suit. Bloxx is a Lego gorilla. Gravattack is a freaking planet. Crashopper is a bug. Same with Ball Weevil. Walkatrout is a fish. The Worst is a potato and isn’t human enough. Astrodactyl is too non-human to get a suit, mainly due to the biological jetpack and weird energy construct stuff. Overflow is too robotic to be a suit, but isn’t robotic enough to be considered a robot. (Same with Undertow.) Shock Rock is same as Feedback and Buzzshock. Gax isn’t human enough, and considering Classic timeline stuff, the big old true form definitely pulls it to catified. Slapback, unlike Grey Matter and Bullfrag, doesn’t have enough human-like factors to push it into the suit category compared to the other two frog aliens. NRG without his suit is the same as Buzzshock. With the exception of Panuncian, all of the Nemetrix aliens have no reason not be to catified.

Is Cat (technically) (is already cat or already has traits of cats)

Blitzwolfer, while a werewolf alien, just needs the whiskers and a shorter snout and a curvier tail and now it’s a cat. Rath is a cat, just stick a tail and whiskers on him. Same with Fasttrack. Panuncian is a tiger so no changes there. Bashmouth is basically the same thing as Blitzwolfer.

Can Robots be Catified? (Am confuzzled)

Atomix, Gotrot, Clockwork, Nonomech, Upgrade, Bootleg, and Surge are all here because they’re majorly robotic in nature and, if memory serves me right, no robotic creature from Mario has been given a Cat Bell, so these guys are just… floating there.

Goop (oh boy)

So Goop… he can shapeshift. To be basically anything. It’s why Goop fusions are terrible since they’re literally just Goop but a different main shape. This will most likely apply when catified. It would ‘t help him and, since it’s a power up, he can most likely just ditch it and go back to normal. If given a suit, he can just shapeshift out of it or melt it.

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