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crowsoundsonly · 6 months

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dr. barnes

pair: fbi instructor!professor!bucky barnes x fem!student!reader

word count: ~6.5k

summary: you ask for some advice from your reclusive and very attractive professor.

warnings: teacher student relationship so slight age gap but i had pictured it being less than 10 years, super soft bucky, smut at the end (~1.3k), fingering (f rec) but not super descriptive, crime scene descriptions, descriptions of blood, some christian/religious references at the crime scenes, (let me know if i missed any !!)

a/n: this one held me hostage for weeks. i literally could not stop thinking about it. do i have uni exams this week? yes. but did i spend my time writing this? also yes. i hope you guys like it !!

“Explain the killer. What does he do? What motivates him? How would you catch him? A thousand words printed by the next class. Have a good weekend,” your professor, Dr. Barnes, announces with a nod, cueing the shuffling of laptops and bags belonging to FBI trainees eager to get home on a Friday afternoon.

You load up your things, your mind still thinking about the brutal crime scene photos shown on the slides of the lecture today that made your stomach turn over. While you know you have chosen to be at the FBI, you can’t help but wonder sometimes what you are doing there. Your degree in psychology and doctorate in criminology has led you to the FBI Academy, but your mind still swirls when the most horrible acts of violence are placed in front of you. You chalk it up to you retaining your humanity and sanity, so you are not exactly upset over the fact. It just makes your job more difficult.

Dr. Barnes’ class is always the most brutal, but it is by far the most fascinating class you have. It does help that your professor is the most fascinating part, being very good looking and extremely private. He shares very little personal information, telling you only that he used to work homicide at the police department before beginning teaching. You notice that he does not talk to students often, simply giving his lectures, packing up and leaving after the sea of students flood into the hallways.

You are curious about him, about what he is like when he is not lecturing, and figuring that you have little to lose, you decide to come back after your classes to ask for some help.

…

“Dr. Barnes?” you call out as you step into the lecture hall that is still lit, leaving you to believe that someone is there. You take a few more steps and find your professor sitting at his desk, photos piled around, staring intently at the laptop in front of him. He makes no movement to acknowledge you, his focus completely locked onto his work.

You walk all the way up to his desk, repeating his name which does little to deter him. You reach a hand out and give his shoulder a slight squeeze, causing him to jump in his seat and look up at you, eyes wide.

“Sorry, Dr. Barnes. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

At your words, he scans your face, recognition dawning on his features.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he says quietly, his eyes focusing on the books you are holding in your hands.

“It’s okay, Dr. Barnes,” you assure him.

“Is there something I can do for you?” he trails off a bit at the end of his question, asking for your name in its absence.

You fill in your name and explain, “I just have a question. I’m writing a paper for another class and was hoping that you could give me some insight on the topic. I’m really just looking for another perspective.”

“Of course,” he says as he leans back in his chair. There is not another chair, so you take to sitting on the edge of his desk.

“The paper is about female serial killers, and I was wondering what you think the most common traits and motives are. We have discussed some examples in class, but I wanted to ask what your experience has been.”

He thinks for a moment, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes. “They usually work in health care professions. They’ll, um, they will be married or have been married before. They usually kill to improve their situation, so they’ll target people they know, usually men. But not all women,” he stops and looks up at you before continuing to explain a case he had while working homicide where they investigated a series of killings that followed the signs of a male killer but ended up being a woman.

Dr. Barnes runs a hand through his hair when he finishes, leaning back in his chair. You can’t help but notice how good he looks in this position and at this angle. His dark hair tousled and glasses twirling between his thumbs, you think about how it would feel to reach out and feel his hair between your fingers. You school yourself, your face becoming hot at the idea. He is your professor, and you would do well to remember that.

You continue the conversation, asking him questions and prodding for more insight. When you figure you have taken up enough of his time, you bow your head a bit and begin getting up from your place on the desk.

“Thank you for your help, Dr. Barnes. I really appreciate you taking the time.”

He nods in acknowledgment, a small smile adorning his lips which you watch perhaps a little too intently as he says. “It was nothing. I’m glad I could help.”

You begin walking toward the door of the lecture hall but are stopped by your name being called out.

“Would you actually mind taking a look at these pictures? I’d like to know what you see.”

You turn back around. The look on his face is one of curiosity. You wonder why he would want to ask you, and part of you wants to believe that it is because he wants you to stay, but you know better.

“Sure,” you shrug, making your way back to his desk. “I’m not sure I’ll be of much help, though”

“Just take a look. It’s not a test, if that’s what you’re worried about,” your professor says, standing up to hand you the crime scene photos.

They are gruesome, but you don’t know what else you could have expected with Dr. Barnes. You examine them all the while trying to ignore the way he leans over your shoulder as you fail to concentrate. You are so close that if you took a single step back, you would be flush to him.

Pushing those thoughts away, you focus your attention on the photos, flipping through them, noticing the odd blood splatter near the baseboard that doesn’t have a body laying anywhere near it.

“What would make the killer climb on top of the counter to shoot someone, get down, and move the body?” you think out loud as you turn your head to look at Dr. Barnes. You notice how close your faces are and let out a breath at the discovery. “Dominance?” your voice is more shaky than you wanted it to sound.

“I was hoping you could tell me. My guess is they were waiting there, but it still doesn’t make sense,” he says, looking past you and to the picture you are holding. You look back down as well, grateful you did not make eye contact, the idea of the intimacy of it alarming.

“If they were standing on it, that would make sense, but the angle doesn’t really fit. It seems as if they were waiting for them to get home, and they sat, swinging their legs, completely calm and casual about shooting this person,” you pause, mulling over your words before saying, “Maybe they even knew this person. The proximity to the counter could mean that the victim was comfortable enough to approach them, and that the victim was unaware of what was going to happen.”

He hums in agreement in your ear, and a feeling of satisfaction washes over you. Turning back around, you hand the photos to your professor and take a step back.

“I think you may be right,” he says with a nod, a small smile again creeping onto his features. You make eye contact and keep it, somewhat entranced by it.

“I’m glad I was able to help,” you smile. “Thanks again, Dr. Barnes. Have a good night.”

…

You anticipate going back to classes on Monday, knowing that you have to attend Dr. Barnes’ lecture. You don’t know if anything will be different after the night you spent talking to your professor. Part of you knows that nothing should be different. While there are only a few years between you, you are still his student.

But part of you wants things to be different. The entire weekend, you could not get out of your head the image of his face so close to yours or the sight of him as he leaned back in his chair, legs casually falling open.

Dr. Barnes is not in the lecture hall when you arrive for which you are grateful. You settle into your seat and wait for the lecture to begin by fiddling with your laptop. When your professor does come in, you notice that he combed his hair today, letting it fall neatly over his forehead. The plaid shirt he wears still doesn’t match his suit, but you find it charming. He slips his glasses on and begins teaching.

The whole lecture you try valiantly to focus on the subject, but you fail rather miserably, unable to think of anything but how you stood right where he is, your back a foot away from his chest with him humming in your ear. It is going to be a long term if this is how every lecture is going to go.

You are brought back to reality when Dr. Barnes makes eye contact with you. He smiles which you quickly reciprocate, then he turns around, gesturing to the screen before anyone notices.

It is definitely going to be a long semester.

…

Weeks go on with you and Dr. Barnes smiling at each other from afar, both of you knowing that you would be playing with fire if you do anything more than smile. But the longer you go simply smiling, the more you want to do something about it.

And one day, he does something about it. On your way out of the lecture hall, Dr. Barnes stops you, calling out your name. You walk over, anticipation coiling in your stomach.

“I’ve another case I’d like your opinion on. Do you have time tonight to take a look?” he asks you quietly so as to not draw the attention of the students still exiting the room.

“Yes. Here at 7:30?”

He nods, making a flash of eye contact which you return with a smile.

…

You make your way to Dr. Barnes’ lecture hall, your stomach roiling with nerves. You have thought too much about him, fantasized a little often for you to not think about it when you talk to him. The soles of your shoes click on the tile as you walk the hallway. You take a deep breath and open the door.

Dr. Barnes is reclined behind his desk, crime scene photos in his hand as he flips through them intently. At your entrance, his head flicks up to find your figure approaching his desk.

“Hey, thanks for coming,” he says as he stands up.

“Hi, yeah. It’s – yeah it’s no problem, Dr. Barnes,” you manage to get out, tripping over your words more than you would have liked. Another deep breath to collect yourself. “What can I do to help?”

He leans against the front of his desk and reaches behind him to grab the photos he was examining before. You take a few steps closer to grab them from his outstretched hand.

“A recent set of murders. It’s odd to say the least,” he starts, watching you intently as you study the photos.

The scene is horrifying, blood smeared across the walls, not as blood spray or splatter, but in an image. A lamb. Your mind spins as you look through more of the pictures, each of them showing blood splashed on the walls. You wonder what the killer did in order to get that much blood. There is too much for it to have come from just one body.

“How many people were found dead?”

“Only one,” he answers, leaning in to help you find the image of the body heaped over the table. You can’t help but notice everywhere his body touches yours, how his breath flutters against your neck, but you cast those thoughts away to focus on the case at hand.

“There had to have been more. There’s too much blood,” you mumble as you cart through the images again, counting as you go. A beat passes as you take in the scene, contemplating before constructing ideas.

“What do you see?”

“In ancient religious practices, a lamb would be sacrificed and the blood would be sprinkled around seven times. There are seven places where the blood was thrown on the wall,” you pause to show him each one. You glance up at your professor who is looking on intently, urging you to continue. “Then you have the body placed on the table. It could be sacrificial. The lamb was supposed to be perfect. Without blemish. Maybe – maybe the killer saw this person as their perfect – their perfect lamb, as someone who would put them in favor with God. The sacrificial lamb is sacramental. Symbolic. Messianic. It’s an act of repentance. So what was the killer repenting from?”

A hum from Dr. Barnes pulls you out of your reverie and breaks your focus from the crime scene photos. You lean around his form to place the pictures back on his desk, your shoulder brushing against his arm. His eyes follow you before he brings a hand up to rub his eyes, almost like he is physically rubbing away the images.

“Do you think the killer knew the victim?” he asks quietly, bringing his hands down to meet your eyes.

“I think they could be family. Family or close friends. They were their savior,” you answer, matching his tone.

Dr. Barnes nods in agreement and in that moment, you can see that he looks like a man who is carrying the world on his shoulders. He slouches forward slightly, his hair strewn around his ears with bags under his eyes. It takes everything in you to not reach out a hand to touch his cheek, to rub a thumb across his lips as you have in your dreams.

Appalled by your own thoughts, you take a step back to give yourself space to halt that train of thought. The movement makes him stand, subconsciously trying to keep the close proximity between you. You don’t break eye contact, making the moment intimate. Intense.

“This case has been keeping me up at night,” he confesses as he brings a hand to run through his hair with a sigh, breaking eye contact. “I wonder where the other bodies are. I can’t seem to get my mind around it.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” you say in nearly a whisper. “You’re good at what you do.”

“Thank you for your help. It’s some really great insight you had.”

“It’s no problem, Dr. Barnes.”

“Bucky,” he says quickly, rushing it out like he knows he shouldn’t let it pass his lips.

“Bucky,” you repeat, trying the name out on your tongue.

You then fall into easy conversation, learning more about each other. You discover that Bucky has a PhD in criminology as well, and that he used to be a field agent but decided to leave it to become a teacher at the academy. Part of you wants to ask why, but you figure that it isn’t a conversation he wants to have while still getting to know you. He asks about your life, your family, your education. He is interested in why and how you landed at the academy. You answer him honestly, not inclined to hide away as you normally do when people ask those questions.

Bucky is surprisingly sociable. Based on his reclusiveness when it comes to students, you were not expecting to hold such easy and fun conversation. It makes you want to spend the whole night chatting, joking, exploring. But you know you should not stay.

When the conversation lulls, you glance at your watch and ask, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Bucky? I think I might head home.”

Before you can even register what is happening, he takes a singular step forward and leans in to meet his lips to yours. In shock, you stand limply, not sure how to respond. You can’t deny that you have thought about this moment for weeks, dreaming about it, imagining what it would be like to kiss him. Bucky. But you hadn’t expected it to happen tonight.

And before you have time to respond, he pulls away, opening his eyes to look at you with wide ones of his own.

“I’m sorry, I–”

You don’t acknowledge his apology, instead leaning in to kiss him again, only you are prepared for it this time. He responds immediately as his lips move slowly over yours, testing the waters. Your hands are still by your sides, but his come to settle in your hair and over your arm. His kisses are controlled and soft, not pressing for more than what you are willing to give. A sigh flutters from your nose which ghosts over his cheeks.

Breaking away for a second, you open your eyes and find his already looking at you. The both of you know that you are playing with fire. You are still his student, and he is your professor, but the feeling of his lips on yours overrules any rational thought at the moment.

You give a slight nod and he takes that as a green light to kiss you again. Bucky pulls you closer, and your hands find their way around his torso, snaking up into his hair. It is his turn to sigh at the action which causes satisfaction to roll down your back in waves that has you leaning further into the kiss, opening your mouth ever so slightly. He takes advantage and kisses you deeper. A soft moan escapes you at the feeling, followed by a shaky breath.

He pulls away, a triumphant smile playing at his mouth.

“I’m not sorry,” he whispers.

“Me neither.”

He kisses you once more, chaste and short, but it carries more meaning than any of the other kisses. It tells you that he has thought about this, too. It wasn’t a spur of the moment, impulsive decision. And it tells you that he plans on doing it again.

…

You settle into a routine with Bucky. After class on Fridays, he stops you on your way out and quietly asks you to come back to look over a case or his lectures. You always nod and come back at 7:30.

The unspoken truth of the need for secrecy looms over your blooming relationship, but you are almost spurred on by the illicitness of it all. You haven’t done anything more than kiss. You haven’t even interacted beyond the walls of the lecture hall. You both know that it is safest that way.

The more time you spend together, the more you find yourself falling in love with Bucky. His quirks make you smile. The way he perks up when you walk through the door makes your heart flutter in your chest. You have never felt so valued by anyone before. He trusts your opinions. He respects your honesty. You admire his dedication to what he does. You find his quiet nature calming.

The list of things you love about Bucky keeps you up at night as you replay scenes of kissing at his desk behind your eyes as you fall asleep. Bucky kisses you like you are ice cream on a sunny day, slow and hungry like he savors every second of your mouth on his. He never presses you for more, only going so far as to set you up on his desk, pulling your hips to his, allowing you to wrap your legs around him as you wind your fingers in his hair. He always sighs when you tug at it which gives you the opportunity to kiss at his neck, your chin always getting scratched by his stubble.

You love the routine. However, it makes it hard to concentrate during the lectures since all you can think about when you look at his desk is how good his hands felt on your hips and how his lips were pressed to yours when you were propped up on the wood yourself.

The semester continues on following your routine. If anyone suspects anything, they don’t say. You can’t imagine that someone hasn’t picked up on the soft smiles he sends your direction during lectures, and stragglers leaving class late on Fridays must hear his whispers for you to come back.

Steadily approaching the end of the term, you begin to question how long your routine will continue. You will no longer be Bucky’s student. Could you actually date? Would he want to? Is that what you want?

…

The familiar tug of nerves settles in the pit of your stomach as you walk to class with Bucky — Dr. Barnes if you were still professional, but you figure that his lips have kissed you a few too many times and in a few too many places for you to call him that. It is your last class in his lecture hall, meaning that beyond today, you are free to make a decision as to whether this is serious or not.

In your heart of hearts, you want this to keep going. You love how you feel around Bucky. While you have not said it out loud, you love him. You feel yourself aching to hear him say it, too.

When you arrive in the room, Bucky is already there, nervously flipping through crime scene photos while running his hands through his hair, creating a rather haphazard mess on his head. He looks more anxious than usual, and it takes everything in you to not to stride to his desk and ask him what’s wrong.

Instead, you brush past him, trailing a quick hand over his arm, hoping that it has a calming effect over him. His eyes flash to yours as you cast a look over your shoulder, smiling at him. He sends you a tight lipped smile back as his shoulders shrug down from their place beside his ears.

From your seat, you watch Bucky pace around a bit, obviously concerned about something. You rub your palms over your thighs when you discover them clenched in worry. You wonder if his stress has anything to do with the reason you were nervous coming to class today — the talk you know is coming tonight. You figure it does when his eyes glance over at you every few minutes before beginning the lecture.

You find yourself becoming sentimental about the semester as you look around the room, taking in the feeling for the last time. If you and Bucky do decide to continue your relationship, you can never take one of his classes again. If you don’t continue to see Bucky, you doubt you will want to take one of his classes again. You will miss his funny side comments that come out of left field. You will miss his mismatched suits and disheveled hair.

The sound of Bucky announcing the end of class breaks you out of your thoughts, and the shuffling of backpacks and feet brings you back to reality. A stream of students thank Bucky as they flow out of the classroom for the final time. You stall a minute, waiting for the throng to exit out the doors before approaching your professor.

“Hey, Bucky,” you say quietly, clutching your laptop to your chest.

“Hey.”

You watch him lean against his desk, hands pressed to the edge of the wood.

“How are you doing?” you ask the question that has been waiting to erupt since you entered the lecture hall an hour previous. “You seem nervous.”

A chuckle that comes out more as a sigh escapes him. “Yeah. I’m fine. I, uh, I just didn’t get much sleep last night. How are…how are you?”

“Wistfully contemplating the end of my time in your class,” you reply playfully, hoping that the happy tone will hide the melancholy you really feel about the idea.

This elicits a laugh from Bucky as he looks at you through his lashes — a look that always has your knees threatening to come out from under you. You take steps closer and set your laptop down on his desk, then place your hands on his shoulders, running them down his arms to settle in his hands.

“Do you want to get dinner with me tonight?” you ask, the words barely more than a whisper. You want to catch them in the air, afraid that your proposal to disrupt the routine will be rejected.

But Bucky smiles immediately, thinking for a moment before saying, “Why don’t I cook dinner?”

Your stomach flutters at the thought of watching him in the kitchen. You nod in response.

“7:30?”

“7:30,” you repeat before letting go of his hands to walk out the doors, throwing a smile over your shoulder as you go.

…

The drive to Bucky’s house is quiet but comfortable. About halfway through the trip, your hands link together, resting on your thigh. You talk lazily, asking questions about each others’ days since your morning lecture. There is something so calming about Bucky. You trust him. You love him.

Every once in a while, your eyes flick over to watch him drive, eyes intently focused on the road ahead. He can feel your gaze, so he sends a glance over to you with a soft smile playing on his lips.

“What?” he asks when you don’t shy away from his eyes.

“Nothing, Buck. I just like being with you.”

“I do, too.”

The sweetness of his simple confession does more to your confidence than you ever thought possible. You feel comfortable around Bucky. You need only be yourself when you are with him, and hearing that same sentiment from him gives you hope that he wants this to continue just as much as you do.

You squeeze his hand, at which he laughs softly, squeezing yours back, brushing his thumb over the knuckles on the back of your hand.

Gravel crunching under tires and the faint sound of dogs barking indicates that you have arrived at your destination. You open the car door and follow Bucky to the front steps of a small house on the edge of town. A large open field is situated behind his house, neighbors nonexistent. Given Bucky’s personality, you are not surprised to discover that he lives alone, away from people, away from the city.

A flash of nervousness pricks at your mind, as no one would be around if Bucky shows you that isn’t the guy you think he is. But you trust him, and you trust him enough to accept your fate if it does prove to be your downfall.

The door creaks open, and Bucky flicks on the light. Two big dogs come bounding to greet you both, circling his feet until he crouches down to give them the attention they are begging for. To see Bucky with his dogs makes your mind go fuzzy and warm, the tenderness of the scene eradicating your doubts from before.

“Charlie and Duke,” Bucky says, showing you which dog belongs to which name, rubbing each of them affectionately before standing and grabbing your hand.

“They’re adorable.”

“They’re good dogs.”

He leans in for a quick kiss, the domesticity of it causing your breath to catch in your throat. He pulls away smiling, then tugs you into the kitchen where he drags a chair out from the table for you to sit on.

“Sit,” Bucky says with mirth in his voice.

You laugh but do as you are told.

“I was thinking of making steaks. Is that okay with you?”

“Sounds great.”

You watch Bucky make his way around the kitchen, obviously having done this a lot. He looks comfortable. He catches you staring, meeting your gaze head on, an easy smile adorning his mouth before asking, “What are you smiling at?”

“You. I like seeing you here,” you say quietly.

“Not as much as I like seeing you sit at my table. I’ve thought about this a lot,” he admits with his back to you as he throws the steaks in the pan. “I like being around you. I’m more comfortable with you than anyone else. You make me feel — you make me feel normal. Most people don’t do that. They don’t — they don’t want to understand me. My old friends can only think about who I was before I quit the force. They don’t — they don’t want to like who I am now.”

The words spill out of Bucky before he can stop them, opening up to you in a way that he has not before. He has let you in here and there over the months you have been spending together in the lecture hall, but he has stayed rather private even then. Not sure what to say in response, you simply move from your place at the table to stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso, resting your cheek on his back. You can feel him relax into your touch, and it is a comfort to you both.

“Bucky, I think I am in love with you,” you whisper into his shirt. His body tenses, the sizzling of the meat in the pan filling the silence. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for him to say something. Burying your face further into him, disappointment and embarrassment creeping in your stomach, settling heavily when he doesn’t say anything. When a minute that feels like an eternity passes in silence, you mutter a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

You let go of Bucky and take a step back. He quickly takes the pan off the heat and whips around to face you, pulling you back to him, whispering your name.

“I love you,” the words are sure and confident coming from his lips. “I know I do.”

He looks at you intently, not shying away from your eyes before leaning in and kissing you softly. You get lost in his kisses, the pounding of your heart racing at a steady quick beat. Bucky backs you into the counter where he cages you with his hands as you weave one of your hands into his hair, the other running up his spine.

“Stay the night,” he mumbles between kisses.

You pull away and nod, meeting his eyes again, kissing him once without breaking the contact.

…

Settling on his couch after laughing yourselves silly over the dinner table, Bucky is close behind you with bowls of ice cream in hand. He hands you a spoon before sitting down right beside you, pulling your legs to stretch over his lap. He runs a hand absentmindedly over your shins as the two of you eat your ice cream.

“Why did you come talk to me that night?,” he asks between spoonfuls. “You didn’t really need my help. You knew everything I was telling you.”

You smile like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “I did need your help,” you assert before admitting, “but I also just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

The sound of his laugh makes your heart flutter the same way it does when he looks up at you from behind his desk.

“Hey, not all my professors are attractive recluses who deserve a starring role in my nightly fantasies.”

“Oh, so you fantasize about me,” he presses, the smirk on his face unlike any expression you have ever seen on him. He looks smug, proud, teasing. It makes heat flash to your core.

You hum but it comes out more as a squeak, your focus turning intently on the ice cream melting in your bowl.

“Do you want to know what I’ve fantasized about you?” Bucky asks lowly, grabbing the bowl from your hands, causing your eyes to lift to his. You watch him set it on the floor. Your heart begins pounding again as he moves to climb over you, settling between your open legs.

“What have you fantasized about, Bucky?” you ask quietly, voice shaky.

You take a breath when he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. You open your mouth to deepen it, and he takes advantage, his tongue pressing to your upper lip. The feeling has your hips rolling and sighs falling from your throat.

He pulls away to murmur into your neck, “Every time I would sit on my couch, I thought about laying you down and kissing you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Your eyes are screwed shut as you tug at his hair, his words forming pools of heat between your hips where his own apply pressure. Your words fail you, only a whimper escaping you. His lips move along your neck, working their way back to your mouth, giving due attention to the places on the way that have you squirming beneath him. You hands tug at his shirt to slip your fingers beneath the fabric, skimming up his back, scratching lightly.

His kisses become feverish at the feeling of your nails down his back. One hand hooks your knee to pull your form even closer to his, hips slipping into place. You can feel yourself becoming wetter by the second, the slow circling of his hips against yours creating friction that has you moaning.

In one swift motion, his hands are gliding up your sides, taking your shirt with you. You lean up to help him before settling back down against the pillows. He sits on his heels to take his own shirt off which allows you to see him in the faint light casted by the lamp in the corner.

You notice a shining scar that extends from one hip to the other below his navel. Fingertips reach out to touch it, barely making contact before his own hand stills your movements.

“Is this why you quit the force?” you ask barely above a whisper.

He only nods, his feelings of vulnerability silencing him. You aren’t disgusted by it. It doesn’t change how you see him. You don’t pity him. You are simply curious. And amazed at his strength. He survived whatever left him this scar.

“Can I see it?”

Bucky takes a fluttering breath through his nose then nods again. You climb to the floor, resting on your knees between his legs. You glance up at him and see his head lolling to the side as he looks down at you, eyes hazy and soft. His eyebrows are scrunched, letting you know that he is concentrated, but the dam of secrecy surrounding Bucky is breaking with every passing second.

Tentatively, you stretch a hand forward, your fingertips grazing the scar. His stomach flexes beneath your touch.

No one has seen his scar since the doctor sewed him back up. He has a fear of pity. He knows that people won’t see him the same when they see the effects of what happened to him — of what was done to him. But he doesn’t see pity in your eyes. He sees awe and amazement.

Without warning, you press your lips to his stomach, the intimacy of it rendering his mind blank. You hear him swear quietly which urges you to keep going. You kiss all along the scar, his hips, then upwards before you climb into his lap. You find his lips again and kiss slowly, surely, passionately.

“I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, too.”

You share a few more kisses before he stands up, pulling you with him to his room. He fumbles through his dressers to find a shirt and pair of shorts for you to wear. He hands them to you, then rummages through the bathroom cabinets to find a new toothbrush for you to use.

You thank him after he says that he will meet you back at the bed. The calm and comfort of being with Bucky is undeniable. The domesticity of the night has your heart skipping beats. You quickly change and brush your teeth before making your way to his bed. Noticing books stacked on the nightstand on one side, you slip under the covers of the other, sighing contently when you settle in.

Bucky comes in a moment later with only sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He decided to not put a shirt back on, relishing in the freedom that being with you gives him. He doesn’t climb into bed immediately, but rather stands and looks at you for a moment, curled up in his sheets.

“What have you fantasized about here?” you ask teasingly, but your voice comes out thinner than you had intended.

At your words, his tongue darts out to lick his lips. He approaches the bed slowly, kneeling down beside you.

“I want to know yours,” he says, his voice husky and low. You bite your lip, your eyes widening. A shaky inhale.

Soft kisses line the inside of your knee, trailing a path up your thighs. You let out a hitched moan when he places a kiss to your clothed core, your hands winding themselves in his hair. You tug slightly, inviting him to come up to the bed with you.

When he climbs up, you lean back, your shirt riding up over your stomach. Wordlessly, you pull his hands to your body, his calloused palms caressing the exposed skin. He runs his thumbs under your breasts, causing you to arch into his touch. Bucky can’t believe that you respond to him so keenly. He barely touches you and you are curving beneath him, aching for more.

His lips find your neck, behind your ear, sucking gently. Your hands pull his hips to yours, rocking steadily into him. You suck in a breath, gathering the courage to grab one of his hands to lead it to where you want to feel him the most.

Bucky follows your lead without resistance, kissing you softly in an expression of consent. He helps you pull your shorts off, then presses two fingers to the wet patch on your panties. The pressure has your hips jutting into his touch, overwhelmed by the sensation when his fingers push the fabric to the side.

Your hips move in circles with his movements, his lips kissing you through it all. Moans slip and tumble from your mouth, leaving you hiccupping in pleasure. The cords in your stomach begin snapping when he speeds up his ministrations, your body contracting through your release.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” he whispers to you as he helps you come down from your high.

Your eyes are crimped shut, but after a moment’s respite and a few encouraging kisses from Bucky, you come back to yourself. You open your eyes to find him watching you intently. You smile lazily then breathe, “Your turn.”

a/n: yayayay !! thanks for reading this !! let me know if you want to be on my taglist :):) and here is my masterlist if you want to check out my other work ! and check out MY SLEEPOVER going on right now !!

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elsweetheart · 1 year

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More of coworker!Ellie please! I am a waitress and costumers can be so rude sometimes… that one you just posted literally made me cry, wishing I had an Ellie to defend me and cheer me up :(

If you don’t want to it’s fine tho, don’t worry <3

nooo don’t cry!!!!!!!! i used to be a waitress n i know the struggles trust me !!! (lovingly throws these coworker!ellie hcs your way)

• so you’re a waitress, and ellie is a host and occasionally a bartender. those are her paid jobs. however, she ends up somehow being a security guard every single time a rude customer shows up. okay, maybe just your own personal security guard.

• the other waitresses can handle their business, and of course you can too — but she can see how frightened and upset you get every time a customer raises their voice at you and she cannot just stand there. instantly, she’s sliding infront of your body with a glare, flagging down security with her free hand. “out. this isn’t the kinda place you can direspect the waitresses, so respectfully— uh, bye.” she nods to the exit.

• she wants to tell them to get the fuck out. wants to tell them that if they ever raise their voice at you again it’ll be the last time they ever speak. but, she likes her job. she likes being able to keep an eye on you and protect you.

• if it’s not clear, she’s like — in love with you.

• always getting distracted by how pretty you look flouncing around, smiling at your usuals. she even thinks you look adorable when the place gets busy and you get that little stressed pout on your face, running back and fourth to the kitchen with your little notepad.

• purposely takes her breaks at the same time as you so the two of you can hang out, gossiping about customers (and your other coworkers tbh cos working at a restaurant there’s always gonna be drama.)

• like i mentioned before, always bringing u to the back room when she sees u get upset because of a customer / your mean boss and calms u down. “hey, hey, hey. eyes on me, babe. you’re doing good out there, okay? i know it’s hard. you’re doing so good. don’t let ‘em see you cry, yeah? those assholes don’t deserve to know that they got to you.” whilst she’s holding your face keeping ur big teary eyes on hers :(

• she knows ur rota off by heart bc she schedules to work on all the days u do 🤭 and if u don’t show up to ur shift or take a sick day or something she’s instantly texting u like ‘Where are you????’ and she’s just like ughhhhh bc working shifts without u is soooo long and boring !!!!

• always dropping by u and making u laugh if she can see u getting a little stressed. you’d be wiping up a table and she’d just walk behind you and quietly go “hey. table 53 looks like mr incredible. bye.” and walk away leaving u giggling 😭

• if it’s busy, and hard to get around eachother around the restaurant floor, she’ll do that thing where she has to get past behind u and will put her hands on your hips / waist and basically press herself against u like “‘scuse me.” in her low drawl and she doesn’t know what she’s doing when she does it, she’s just used to doing it to make sure u don’t back into her but it always makes ur heart beat reaaal fast :))))

• loads of ur co workers already think you’re dating, or secretly dating, or whatever. they see right through the whole ‘just friends’ thing, constantly trying to encourage the other one to ask eachother out !!!!!

• doing a closing shift with her on a pretty empty night, her shift ended a few hours ago but she stays with u, sitting at a table as u chat to her, sweeping up around u and occasionally tending to the few random lone tables of people having a late night meal. she loves to just sit n watch u :(

• sometimes she even offers to drive u to work / pick u up. “ellie are you sure? that seems like a lot of effort…”

“nah, don’t even worry ‘bout it. it’s on the way, so i might aswell, ya know?”

• it’s definitely not on the way during her route, but she’ll take the extra ten minute detour anyday just to see you smiling n looking pretty in her passenger seat <333

#coworker!ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams au

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saotoru · 7 months

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FUCKKK I WAS THE ANON WITH THE SOFTDOM TO LIGHT SUB LEON AND LET ME TELL U UR SO RIGHT!!! i Get it so hard omf... i have more thoughts that i need to throw at you and then run away.

okay so older leon- di or id- making you upset and trying to apologize for it over dinner; however you still wont budge. so, when you come home (still in your dress and heels) (him in his suit too) (coz its just hotter that way) you punish him by sitting on the couch and having him eat you out!! and on any other day he would be JOYOUS to do so but you push your shoe on his crotch and make him rut into the red heels HE bought for you. he's so embarrassed and feels so perverted for getting off to this but... how could he not? MWUAHAHA !!!

HELLO I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! YOUR MIND IS SOSOSO BIG

fuck he would look so pretty with his head tossed back, propped up on the couch cushion with a fistful of his hair in your hand, looking up at you with big, apologetic eyes </33 this is the most you’ve acknowledged him all night; you were silent at dinner, silent on the car ride home, and he wasn’t about to screw this chance up. he knew what he was in for the moment you pushed him back onto the couch and hovered over him with your dress hiked up past your hips. apologies won’t fix what he did, won’t undo what he said earlier, so leon has no choice but take it when you press your cunt to his mouth and fuck his face.

he’s so good too, meeting the rolls of your hips with desperate licks to your pussy as well, moaning when you sharply tug on his hair. and at first, leon thinks he’s doing a good job—but that’s until the sole of your foot comes down on the bulge of his pants and he lets out a strained groan. even through the layers separating you—your heels, his slacks—you can feel hes achingly hard. he feels embarrassed when you coo getting off on being stepped on like a slut? you’re so depraved, baby. he shouldn’t be liking this, shouldn’t let his hips buck and hump at your foot of all things but your attention feels so fucking good and the humiliation of it all makes his body run hot and his cock throb. he’s leaking so much pre, making a wet mess of his underwear from getting stepped on like a bitch and all he can do is whimper into your pussy. he paws at the backs of your thighs, clutching onto you leg while you use him, reduce him down to the fucktoy he is, and maybe if he cums from this you’ll accept his apology <333

#anon tag #thirsts tag #sorry this got long for no reason omg #im kinda… insane for this man #and your mind too anon

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innocent-cat · 11 months

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Hello, if you're still taking request could it be headcanons with with Vax, Percy, and Vex. (Separately)

Where the S/O is a lot like Yor Forger.

GUESS WHO IS BACK!!!!

Oh my gosh, I love SpyxFamily! right away xx

Reader x Vox Machina

Warnings - None

"Scarlet paint on their face", Assassin!Reader x Various

Vax

Okay, so, weird thing about both Vax AND Vex, they're extremely stalkerish.

the very MOMENT they thought you were acting even slightly suspicious, they immediately discussed it with each other.

"Vex-" "Yes, me too."

they most def hear EVERYTHING you do.

They had a little book that had information about everything you did.

your fault, why aren't you home by the mandatory curfew (that they implemented that nobody in fact listens to) of 8PM sharp?

You'll usually feel Vax's eyes on you when you come home after a bounty, but you choose to pretend you're oblivious to it so you can continue acting clueless.

HOWEVERRRR he eventually cornered you and confronted you.

you walked in and he was just like.. leaning against the wall all nerdy.. so you kinda just.. side eyed him and walked by..

"Where have you been?"

your heart dropped to your asssssss, him confronting you was so much scarier than it needed to be.

"What are you talking about?"

"We know you've been sneaking out. You're never home by 8."

"..Nobody follows that anyway, Vax.. not even Pikes home right now. Who are you, my dad?" You raised an eyebrow at him as you spoke down to him for asking you what's been going on.

"Vex told me you went to a washers covered in blood. What's that all about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe don't stalk random people, it's creepy, Vax." You scoff, and storm off to your room.

You sit down in your bed and heave a sigh, letting the knife drop that was hidden between your arm and side under your oversized blouse.

Vex

Vex was the first one to actually confront you and get an answer.

(all combined head cannons above for vax btw)

she low-key scared tf out of you when you turned the corner and saw her.

full on mom stance, arms crossed, face seething..

scary.

"If you won't tell Vax, you better tell me now."

Now, mind you, it was like.. 2am.. and you tried sneaking back in because you didn't have time for a outfit change.. so you did in fact look very incriminating with a knife in your hand, drenched in blood.

You have no clue to get out of it, so you fake cry xx

You drop your knife and start crying into your hands, mumbling.

Vex's face DROPS, and she goes to you and holds you, rocking you in her arms.

"I'm not MAD, I'm just upset you didn't tell me.."

After the little cry, she helps you clean yourself up from them on because OBVIOUSLY what gf wouldn't help.

she was honestly just mad you didn't tell her..

(sorry her's is so short!! I'm like super duper tired rn)

Percy

lmfaooo Percy been knew

the two of you have always just kind of

not talked about it?

of course, you both are aware that the other KNOWS,

it's just Percy wants to make sure he doesn't say something rude to you

he loves u too much xx

He frequently stitches you up, cleans your wounds, and washes your clothes when you come home after killing someone.

Of course, he understands you're very dangerous and skilled, but the fact you're his s/o comes before your large bounty.

"Again? Seriously? You're getting too injured to endure this job." he sighed out to you, frowning at your dampened physical state.

You did not reply, but you looked away, towards a a window opposite of him. You matched his face, frowning.

You flinch back as he applies alcohol to your wound, hissing slightly to your pain.

"Sorry." He mumbled out, and he lifted your shirt more.

He bandages the wound, sealing it so it doesn't become infected. He then pulls off your shirt, and sets it aside to wash later, handing you a new, clean shirt of your own.

he literally loves you so much please assure this boy you'll be fine

#percy de rolo #x reader #vox machina #fluff #percival de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #the legend of vox machina #vex'ahlia #vex'ahlia x reader #vex and vax #vax'ildan #vax headcanon #vax x reader #yor forger #assassin #assassin reader Vox machina #assassin reader

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tonberry-yoda · 9 months

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I couldnt contain myself again im sorry☹️ Can i pls request No.3 with diavolo for the 1.5k event?

Im js craving diavolo content REAL BAD rn hgrgjfb diavolo my beloved

THANK U SMSM STAY HYDRATED<33333

Cheek Kisses - Diavolo

notes - AHHHH YESSSSS Literally I have never really simped for Diavolo and you converted me dude skdfjsjkldfksjdf And look at me! This was my last request for the event! Thanks so much for participating, it means the world! <3 Lots of love :) word count - 324 ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~

You sat alone at the dinner table. Again.

You knew that Diavolo was always busy, but you just didn't know with what. He wouldn't tell you anything about his job and you didn't mind if it really was something he couldn't share, but you would at least like to know when he was coming home.

You had a surprise lined up as it was your anniversary, but he still wasn't here, and you were sitting alone at the dinner table, letting the food go cold, letting the candle melt, and letting your nice outfit go to waste.

You ate a little bit, but in the end were to upset to continue, so you packed up the food and blew out the candle before going upstairs and putting on something comfortable. You were going to sleep alone. Again.

You didn't mean to curl up and cry, but you really missed him and missed communication.

You were sniffling in the dark and hugging a pillow, feeling pretty empty.

But then you felt something familiar wipe your tears and you sat up to see Diavolo in the dark.

You wiped your tears yourself, acting as if they weren't there, and Diavolo pet the top of your head. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." you whispered.

"Liar," he chuckled. "Tell me."

You sighed and hugged Diavolo, shutting your eyes tight. "It's our anniversary and I wanted to surprise you, but-"

You heard him curse under his breath. "Was it really? Cara, I am so sorry." He pulled back from the hug and cupped your face. "Forgive me. I will do anything for you, my love."

You cried softly while he held you and apologized softly under his breath.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked.

You shook your head and looked at him with watery eyes. So, he pressed kiss after kiss onto your cheek, telling you exactly how he was going to make it up to you.

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cardierreh15 · 8 months

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Genuine question I have for u and other writers out there. Is the general etiquette as a reader to reblog stories?

I have come across multiple asks coming from readers to other writers about readers being blocked almost immediately because they liked 1 authors writing. I understand that some writers specify that they will block spam likers who fail to reblog or other writers specifying that they appreciate a reblog to spread their work. I completely agree with reblogging someone's work to spread the word or even leaving a reply to show appreciation.

But I think there needs to be a conversation that some authors fail to recognise that there are readers out here on the app who are new to the space or very very shy, and use this space as an escape for the sake of their mental health. They don't have a fandom blog, and are very shy or even unsure of the ridicule they might face from their own followers who aren't aware that they like reading certain NSFW writing. They don't want to be shamed or just plain exploring what they like to read so they don't reblog any of the stories they read so they just like it.

I've even seen anons tell other authors that they've become so discouraged to explore reading because an author has blocked them just for liking 2 or so of their stories. And the the authors don't have a warning or specify that they don't like serial likers.

I hope u dont get mad at me for sending this. It's just me trying to understand and help others who have faced this issue.

Okay,

So ima just start here. I do understand the concept of not being warned before you’re/they’re blocked but it’s also not our job to tell you to reblog. This life is hard, and very time consuming. So when someone comes around and spam likes our stories— the stories that we’ve worked our ass off to make sure not only we enjoy, but others enjoy as well— and not reblog, it is very frustrating. And for me, it also feels like.. did you even read it??

If you have the time to like it, you also have time to reblog it. It takes less than 3 seconds to do so. A lot of us feel like we’re under appreciated anyway so we get upset about stuff like that.

As far as NSFW writing and being shy about sharing it— you’re literally on tumblr. This whole place used to be porn central. Nobody is going to shame you on reading NSFW. It’s just so common, to see and/or read.

As a reader, it does not kill to ask questions. Most of us are down to earth and are willing to listen and/or talk to you about our work and discuss ways of how you can support us even in the most smallest of ways. So, with that being said— just politely ask. 😌

I am not mad. In fact, I appreciate you coming to ask me and voicing your opinion on this matter (without being rude) so you can have a better understanding on why writers do things like this.

#cardi’s rant time #cardi answered #answered #ask

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ase-trollplays · 5 months

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Laughter for Allmah

-- battleaxeRose [BR] began trolling violetEnigma [VE] -- BR: <| ✿kay |> BR: <| S✿ |> BR: <| ✿n a scale ✿f ✿ne t✿ ten, h✿w upset w✿uld y✿u be if I didn't c✿me by t✿night? |> VE: ~*Eleven.*~ BR: <| Ah. |> BR: <| And if I was g✿ne f✿r like... tw✿ weeks, but we talked ✿n tr✿llian every night t✿ make up f✿r it? |> VE: ~*Twelve.*~ BR: <| Is that a hard twelve, ✿r can I maybe get a little bit ✿f f✿rgiveness since we'd still talk t✿ each ✿ther? |> VE: ~*That is me being forgiving. I was going to say fifteen.*~ BR: <| AH. |> VE: ~*What is this about? Is this Nenemi's doing? Is she still telling you to abandon me?*~ BR: <| N✿. |> BR: <| I mean, she is, but she d✿esn't have anything t✿ d✿ with this. |> BR: <| I fucked up dying my hair, and I have t✿ give it ab✿ut tw✿ weeks bef✿re I try again ✿r I c✿uld damage it w✿rse and make it fall ✿ut. |> VE: ~*I don't care how stupid you look. I want to _see_ you.*~ VE: ~*Your visits are literally the only thing I have to look forward to in my life. It may only be two weeks for you, but that might as well be sweeps for me.*~ VE: ~*You have friends. You have a matesprit. You have freedom, and good health, and a life. I only have you.*~ BR: <| Yeah... |> BR: <| ✿kay, I'm ✿n my way. Just |> BR: <| Pr✿mise y✿u're n✿t g✿ing t✿ laugh at my shitty hair. |> VE: ~*Anything for you.*~ VE: ~*I'll see you soon. <>*~ BR: <| Y✿u kn✿w it. <> |> -- battleaxeRose [BR] ceased trolling violetEnigma [VE] --

"AHAHAHAhahahahaha!!! What the fuuhahahahahaha!!"

"Come on, you promised you wouldn't!"

Vastel buried his deeply blushing face in his beanie, which he used to hide his monstrosity of a dye job on his way to Allmah's hive. His shoulder-length hair was a terrible patchwork of bleach blonde, neon pink, and pumpkin orange. Allmah, had she not had her walker to support her, would have been in a heap on the floor as uncontrolled laughter spilled out of her.

"It's not that funny! You're gonna trigger a seizure or something if you keep laughing like that," the five-and-a-half sweep old whined at her as diluted violet tears started forming in the corners of her eyes, and her laughter started turning into wheezing. With a roll of his eyes he stuffed his hair back under his beanie and began ushering her to the couch.

"Pffahahaha! Ahahaha! What were you eve-- Hahahahaha! Even trying to do!?" the seven-sweep old managed to ask as she tried to choke back her laughing and took a seat.

"It was supposed to look like flames," Vastel grumbled in embarrassment and folded his ears back, causing his earrings to jingle slightly. It was another two minutes before Allmah could finally speak without being interrupted by giggles, and she leaned against he couch limply.

"Oh my God. Oh my God, your hair looks so fucking dumb," she teased between deep breaths. Vastel frowned and pulled down on the sides of his beanie as though he was trying to hide in it. The jade in his cheeks and the tips of his ears finally started to fade now that she exhausted herself laughing at him. "And you're seriously not going to fix it for two weeks?"

"Like I said, if I fuck with it too much too soon, it could break and fall out."

"That would actually be an improvement. Bald can't possibly look any worse."

Vastel sulked and pouted as his embarrassment transitioned to genuine hurt at her comments. Allmah stared at him for a moment or two before sighing and forcing herself to sit up.

"Honestly, I'm jealous. I have to keep my hair short because I can't take care of it when it's long."

"Couldn't your nurses help you with that?"

"Pfff, they don't even like doing the things they're required to help with. Why be bothered with maintaining my hair for me when it's easier to just keep cutting it all off when it gets 'too long.'"

"How about this: When I figure out how to do this dying thing without looking like shit, I'll dye your hair something really cool. Just because you can't have it long doesn't mean it has to look boring," he proposed with a grin. Allmah raised an eyebrow at the proposition before rolling her eyes with a smile.

"Sure, okay. If I'm still alive by then, I want my hair purple," she said and reached her hand out to him. He wasted no time in taking it in one of his own, and his hair was all but forgotten as they spent the next hour holding hands and talking.

#long post #things to read #stuckstucktrolls #Allmah Liftir #Florah Cronoa #I mean technically not him #since this was before Allmah ruined everything so he's still Vastel in this #Cruel Intentions

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triplexdoublex · 1 year

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I think wats messing me up about this whole thing is that my parents are going through a very similar situation where my mom was the extremely toxic one who cheated, said some extremely horrible lies about my dad and all of that stuff, then they seperated, and my dad got very suicidal and me and my sis had to watch him just spiral down hill and then like a few months later right when he was getting better, my dad let her just walk right back in like nothing happened and she never saw wat she did wrong and coudint understand why everyone was so upset, and now literally won't face any of our family and is only happy when she's spending his money. And I'm not saying this for sympathy or anything but I'm saying this from experience it doesn't matter how old the kid is when they have to sit there and watch their dad become suicidal and depressed over a women (doesn't matter if they are ur real mom, step mom, cousin, aunt, grandmother idc) but if ur kids watches u become suicidal over a women it not only breaks something inside of them but it makes them become extremely angry and not trusting to that said women. And him staying in this very openly toxic very public relationship is very damaging to Casie and I can almost garentee Casie despises Megan and is just waiting for her to leave/mess up again and I can also almost garentee she isint facing his family (the crew) anytime soon. Hell he's already trying to hide it from his other family (est) so I can only imagine how the crew feels about this

TW// domestic violence, blood, death threats, guns

I’m so sorry you had to go through that I unfortunately know exactly how you and Casie must feel. Growing up my step mother was extremely jealous, abusive and manipulative towards my dad even before they got married and it destroyed my relationship with him. She would take off her rings and have me hold them while she went and beat my dad up over the stupidest things like glancing at the Victoria Secret poster ads in the store window while walking by at the mall, she even once accused him of checking ME out that’s how crazy and jealous she was. One time he hurt his back at work and she accused him of “walking like he just had sex” and broke a small wooden baseball bat over his face , took pictures of him all bloody and then showed them to me and was basically like “this is what’s gonna happen if your dad keeps cheating on me.” My dad wasn’t allowed to attend any life events of mine birthdays, graduation, my wedding. She always had to tag along to every weekend visitation or vacation I had with my dad, and would never let my dad buy me things when we were out because he “already pays enough in child support” ( $55 a week 🙄). He worked as a janitor at my school and she made him quit because she thought he flirted with my teacher. She literally made him tell my teacher “I have to quit because I jerk off thinking about you” and she stood there and made sure he said it. At her and my dads wedding she told me “I’m your mother now and I will smack you” because I wouldn’t give two of her friends a ride home. Eventually they thankfully divorced when she cheated and decided she was done with my dad, but not before having 4 more kids and fucking them all up. Even after the divorce she continued to fuck with him and would claim all the kids on her taxes when the agreement was to split it or do every other year. So one time obviously extremely angry my dad said “I’m gonna kill you” purely out of anger and she called the police ( all of who my dad was friends with because he used to be a firefighter— another job she made him quit) and one of my dads own friends had to come to his house and confiscate all his LEGAL hunting guns and bows because “she feared he would use them to kill her” So after all the shit she put him through now he was the bad guy! I fear Megan’s gonna do the same thing to Kells and push him to a breaking point where he either says or does something violent so then she can spin the narrative and play the Amber Heard victim card and be like “see he was really the bad guy all along this is why you should always believe women, this is why I’m such a powerful feminist” 🙄 Sorry for the rant I can just see from experience how badly this can end for him and Casie’s relationship as well as his already tarnished reputation.

#machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #megan fox

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junkyarddook · 2 years

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How has this news not ruined your enjoyment with CEC? (/gq)

Animatronics are a big SI for me and I regularly go to CEC, but after hearing this it makes me feel sick. It's completely ruined my enjoyment immediately and I've taken all the CEC stuff off my blog because I can't even bear to look at it.

This is just personal experience, if you don't want to I understand I just want to know how you can manage it because I really hate losing this part of me I've held since childhood...

tbh, working at chuck e, being severely mistreated by them, nd learning how horrible of a corporation they are rly has made me build up a lot of resentment toward them. but tht just makes me wanna speak up, cuz they r not gonna stop till they go bankrupt.

after i quit i had to take a long break. i quit with 0 notice bc they literally broke me. quitting with no notice is something i have never done before, i dont like 2 do that. i had to take 2 weeks off from work after tht because they put me in such a bad mental state

after they mistreated me, i also could barely look at cec stuff because it made me so upset remembering what they did 2 me.,.. and tht something that made me so insanely happy, was ruined by horrible management, ableism and corporate greed. i went from absolutely loving my job and having it b the best part of my day, to throwing up due 2 anxiety before/ during every shift cuz i waz so scared of my manager screaming in my face orr threatening my promotion again, (which i never got btw!! they held a promotion over me for months, had me doing all the responsibilities for it but refused to give me the pay raise they promised me for it.) as well as having multiple anxiety attacks/ having to step outside bc i was bawling cuz of the way they treated us. every. single. shift. the worst part about it was they just took advantage of us, the ones who actually cared about working there. they went easier on us if we didnt like the job, but if they see u will put in the effort, time, commitment, and they wwill use that passion u have to run u into the ground. thatz so wrong to me.

at the samee time, this iz smthn I was already kind of prepared for, i am aware of, having a large corporation as my special interest. all corporations are evil, they just try 2 hide it. this was sadly going on the whole time. small stuff, or big. the way they advertise things is purposely confusing to try and get more money out of u. stuff like tht is super fucked up 2 me. for example at my location they charge a $2 fee to activate playpasses, which i was encouraged to hide from the customer. i was literally only allowed to tell them if they asked why they are being charged $2 extra. chuck e has been supporting autism speaks for 2 years now. they just deleted our comments last year becausee they dont fucking care about us. all they care about is money.

what makez me happy about chuck e cheese is not going there, or supporting them,, for me itz the characters, music, videos, merch, animatronics and art. all of these things u can access without supprting CEC entertainment..,. theres so many ways to still engage in this interest without supporting chuck e cheese as a corporation. draw art of the characters. watch content through other YT channels, not the official cec one. theres so much fan-created content at this point, that we dont need corporate. the new stuff theyre putting out is mostly garbage in my opinion anyways. im not gonna miss seeing them use the same 2 renders of rockstar chuck over and over lol. i luvv rockstar, but evrrything coming out now just has this vibe of "we slapped this together to trick u and get ur money". theres no effort put into anything. its just whatever is quickest, cheapest and will make them the most money. barbara the barnyard barber? just a song they bought the rights 2 and slapped cec adlibs on top of.

i love chuck e cheese so much that i can never give it up, its my special interest, its one of the only things tht brings me true happiness. u dont have to give it up either. u can still love chuck e and not support the company. i even still go sometimes to film the bots, i just dont buy any games, merch or food. u can go to a chuck e cheese completely 4 free, which is definitely a huge "fuck u" to corporate imo, since all they want is ur money.

tl;dr : u can still lovr chuck e cheese without giving them money/ supporting them. imo its not morally wrong if u r speaking up about the bad they r doing, or at the least, not ignoring it and not pretending they did nothing wrong. u just gotta find alternative ways to engage with the content.

#asks #very long post #chuck e cheese #cec #chuck e. cheese #animatronics #chuck e. cheese’s #kidcore

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smolchildlevy · 2 years

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Heyo! Could I request the Demon Bros + Solomon reacting to a MC who's put together, mature, and kinda cold on the outside, but once you give her like any affection (it could literally just be like a head-pat or a hug), she lets out something like a squeak/yelp and turns beet red? If not, that's fine. Have a great day/night/etc. :)

Hey hey! Hope you are having a nice day too honey :) How could I say no to such a request?

Obey Me! Brothers + Solomon reacting to a mature mc that’s shy with affection

Warnings: none, fluff, slightly suggestive?

A/N: Sorry this is so late-

-He respects you and the way you keep yourself together, unlike his brothers.

-After all, he's basically the same way.

-Though, your cold responses can be upsetting.

-Here’s where it gets interesting. He falls for you and begins to think of ways to approach you.

-He decided on a more simple way of showing affection.

-One day, you’re telling him about your most recent test scores.

-“Hmm. Good job MC. I will say I’m quite impressed.” He pats your head.

-You fall silent as your face grows red.

-“Hm? What’s wrong, MC?” He smirked at the sudden change.

-“N-Nothing..” you rush out the room.

-“How cute..”

-He keeps that moment locked in his mind for a later time.

-In the beginning, he thought you were no fun because of your nature.

-But then he got to know you and realized you’re not that bad, just more mature than most.

-“Hey uh MC.. ya think you could help me with this?” Referring to his homework.

-“Huh? Oh. Sure, I guess.”

-You show him how to work out the problem. He sits to the left of you, actually watching.

-When he finishes that problem, he goes to point to another, setting his right arm on your left shoulder as his other is going to point to it.

-You squeak a bit at the sudden touch.

-He blushed, whipping his head over to look at you.

-It’s the first time he’s seen your usually stoic expression crack.

-He literally fell for you right then and there.

-To him, he didn’t mind your attitude and maturity.

-Honestly, it was somewhat alluring.

-You’re sorta like the badass anime characters he sees on his favorite shows.

-One night, you two were in his room playing games (which to his surprise you liked- he just couldn’t tell by your cold front).

-“So what do I do here?” You ask him when you got stuck on one part of a game.

-“Oh- here press these.” He puts his hand over yours as he guides yours. He was blushing while doing it.

-Meanwhile, your face went beet red at the contact.

-His eyes flicker up to yours and he realized that you were.. blushing?

-“O-Oh. I’m sorry!” He apologizes.

-“It’s fine..” you say, your voice cracking a bit.

-It’s a core moment in his life from now on.

-At first, he thought you were just another copy of Lucifer.

-Until he became attracted to you and your smarts.

-He wanted to make moves but how could he decide one when you’re not showing what you like and what you don’t?

-Oh well. He’s going to try somehow.

-He’s talking about books with you. You’re sitting in front of him as you go on about the recent book you read.

-He puts his left hand on your knee, trying to signal he was listening and also to try and make somewhat of a move on you. He’s smiling at you too.

-You yelped a bit when his hand got to your knee.

-“Oh? MC what was that?” He asks, intrigued.

-“U-Uhm..”

-Now your face grew hotter at him mentioning the change in behavior.

-“Good to know.” He teased. He’ll take note of that for another time.

-Big on affection so it was fate that he would find out that your cold exterior had something behind it.

-It wasn’t long before he wanted to show affection to you because even if you were sorta cold, he thought you were appealing.

-So, he planned his “attack”.

-He gave you a hug from behind and you looked like you were going to burst.

-You squeaked in surprise and also because of him hugging you.

-“Aww you’re so cute!! I just knew there was something behind that coldness of yours!!”

-You just sat there blushing a whole lot.

-Now he hugs you everyday, yearning to see and hear your reaction.

-Beel is like Lucifer’s right hand man, so he’s used to your attitude.

-Though, he likes when you reminded him not to eat so fast so he doesn’t choke.

-Or when you can’t help but wave back to him when he waves at you.

-He honestly did enjoy your presence in general.

-There was a time where you walked into the kitchen, seeing Beel looking for some food.

-He asks you if you could make some more of the food you made earlier that day.

-“Sure.”

-“Really? Thanks, MC!” He pulls you in for a hug.

-You let out a sound of surprise, as you start to blush.

-He didn’t notice at first. Until he pulled away.

-Let’s just say his heart skipped a beat at your expression.

-He’s somewhat cold too, especially when you first met him.

-Even with that, you two got along.

-There was one time where he was so tired he fell asleep next to you.

-You were next to him, so in his sleep, he had wrapped his arms around your waist.

-An unexpected noise left your lips close to a squeal.

-His eyes opened to look at you. He felt a little giddy inside at the break in character.

-“Mm.. MC, just stay here for the night..” he says sleepily a small smile tugging at his lips.

-Though, he won’t forget the expression on your face that night.

-He has dealt with his fair share of people like you, but he’s kinda like Asmo when it comes to touch.

-He really wanted to get to know you since you’re a fellow human in the exchange program.

-There was a festival going on, and Solomon basically begged you to go because you said you would. (Well you didn’t say anything but he took that as a yes-)

-Of course, there was a large crowd.

-The place he wanted to go was through the crowd of people, so he grabbed your hand and lead you with him.

-He wouldn’t want you to get lost, now would he?

-He didn’t predict what would happen next.

-Your face turned a pretty rose color and you let out a small (but audible) squeak.

-His heart swelled, realizing he made you like that.

-“Adorable.” Is all he said, before taking you to the place he originally wanted to go to.

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Reqs are open!

#smols anons <3 #obey me x reader #x reader #fluff #obey me #obey me hcs #obey me fluff #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me asmodeus #obey me Solomon #obey me belphie

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kalims · 2 years

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Hellooo! (^0^)/ I wanted to request a one-shot or headcannon about Zhongli with a pregnant! S/O who is Traveler's mom :D

me giving u both

fluff, daddy zhongli, protective.

you've never been so terrified to see two lines on a piece of stick. the first time you saw it you were elated with joy but it's uncharacteristically nerve-wracking this time.

no, not the bad kind of terrified. it's more of a mix of... glee and anticipation, the latter depriving from the inkling feeling as to what zhongli would think about it.

surely he wouldn't be too upset? of course he won't, he's too kind for that... right?

"dear?"

getting lost in your own cloud of thoughts. you failed to hear the knocks resounding from the door, nearly lunging forward to throw the test in a nearby bin in a panic.

"are you alright?" zhongli's voice echoed through the door, concern clearly evident in his slow words.

you nervously nodded to no one in particular. "mhm, sorry I was taking too long." you murmured out a response, pressing your lips together before placing it in a drawer he wouldn't dare to open.

he notices the change of behavior you displayed once you walked out of that bathroom, but chooses not to pry too deeply since he finds it disrespectful to force it out of you however he wants to know what's on your mind so he can possibly help you.

zhongli, to put it simply. isn't a stupid man, he has a good memory and he'd personally made it his job to remember the start and end of your menstruation cycle and noticing you not using any feminine products with it greatly arouses suspicion and.. worry. what? don't look at me like that he's sweet.

you all might think he'd leave you alone, but not really. he shrugs it off as arriving late however as more weeks pass by the possibility is already is in mind. zhongli questions you very subtly, like. "how are you feeling?" "are you in need of menstruation products by any chance?" etc..

the weird cravings.. oh god, he was so confused when he found you in the kitchen at 2 AM with a bucket of ice cream and raw pasta in your hand. he scolds you lightly and lectures you that it's unhealthy to eat so late in the night and the food you'd eaten won't get digested properly if you go straight to sleep right after.

you've gotten more protective for some reason, when he tried to open the 'forbidden' drawer as you put it to take out some shampoo since the previous one ran out, you slapped his hand and threw him out. leaving him to use the other bathroom in the end of the hallway.

the twins, THE TWINS. they're gonna be standing there like statues when you caress their faces and start crying because what if the unborn kid ends up looking like them? you also want them to get zhongli's alluring eyes... but you have some this want for the baby to have your features because? literally the twins got most of it from their ahem.. previous father.

the more you think about it, the more you daydream. how lovely would it be? aaandd the more you wanna tell him, you do but you also don't? one day you'd be chanting in your head 'I will do this, I can handle heartbreak, I'm a powerful woman.' while approaching him and when he turns to you all that confidence throws itself off a window.

you storm your way through the house, muscle memory kicking in as you navigate for your shared room without breaking a sweat.

your determined eyes meet the side of zhongli's head, he holds a cup of steaming tea on his hand as if he's some kind of royal and you think it's kinda silly if he wasn't wearing cute glasses.

"zhongli, I'm--"

as if hearing your approaching presence beforehand, at your voice he turns his head to you and smiles.

"--I'm hungry for cheetos, haha... hahaha...." you laugh awkwardly, he nods and takes off his glasses by the rim. "I'll get it for you in the pantry?"

and he leaves. you frown. next time.

you try several times but chicken out, seeing as you've never literally been in this situation since the last one bailed on you before you could tell him as he apparently saw the test and went to get some premium milk. at the end of the attempts, you always swore next time. half aware you'll fail.

surprisingly it's the twins that find out first, an evening comes whereas zhongli would work overnight due to the demands of his childish boss, hu tao. you'd be eating a whole plate of the servings and lumine says an off handed comment that wasn't to be mean as she put it.

"hey mom? do you secretly have two stomachs or something?" lumine chuckles, giving you a piece of her meal. aether sends her a look to which she shrugs.

paimon, who's finished her meal in minutes yells out a 'hey!' from the living room, clearly hearing lumine's words.

"kinda? since I'm eating for two or maybe three like you two." you responded with a sip of your drink.

silence stretched out the room, aether stopped munching on his meal and stared at you with widened eyes. lumine spat out her drink and you frowned at her in disappointment.

"tsk, you clean up your mess lumine." you scold before a shriek sounds the entire house. you glance at the paimon who looks distraught as she points at you.

"gaah!! that poor baby... paimon knows you like food but she didn't know you'd eat babies...!" she wails feeling apathy for the unborn kid, she took one look at your stomach and burst into tears once more.

you sigh.

have you ever seen two protective kids? the twins are HARDCORE, after explaining to paimon for HOURS that you, infact did not swallow a whole child. surprisingly, they help in any way they can. something that might strain your body will be done my them. period.

but you fear that she'd go back to the wailing phase once she sees your belly getting more bigger and rounder, she'd tell you to poop out the poor child.

by the twins reaction you gain actual confidence, you think? to tell zhongli but you don't exactly wanna overwhelm him so you send him a text when he's in work containing a simple sentence. "I'm pregnant, can u buy dunkin donuts? ty."

(name♡) : ur ugly, ur ugly, ur ugly, ur ugly, ur ugly. I'm pregnant. can u buy dunkin donuts? ty.

ass truck : you're pregnant?

(name♡) : out of all the things I said you only saw I'm pregnant? lol

and by the following hour he enters the house after failing to put in the key for 6 times. with three boxes of dunkin donuts carried effortlessly in his right hand.

he drops it off by the table and tries to contain himself.

life is good.

who knew watching SpongeBob was quite entertaining? you enjoyed the show for some reason even though it's supposed to be for kids.

your stomach rumbled in hunger and your fingers twitched to your phone to ask if he indeed bought you your well deserved donuts but you didn't wanna leave him on read so pretending you haven't seen his 20+ messages would be more believable.

the door creaks open and you stare as zhongli steps in with a disheveled hair and coat thrown on in a clear hurry.

"did you buy donuts?" you drawl out. he nods and clears his throat. "yes."

"are you really?"

"duh." you roll your eyes and open your arms. "come here ass truck."

spoiled, spoiled. if you thought his problems with spending money was bad you thought wrong. ITS WORSE, one day he passes by a shop for newborns he buys so much shit. sometimes unnecessary but some is practical.

he's much more gentle than before and very much more willing to withstand and understand your random tantrums and food cravings now that he knows that exactly is going on.. he's just worried sometimes because who the fuck eats GARLIC WITH MAYONNAISE. was that a tiktok reference? yeah.

if you remember the stuff I said about the twins taking your work off you then he'd not let you do anything other than walk around. oh you need a glass of water? let him get it for you, how 'bout the remote across the table? he's already walking over when you set your eyes on it.

in conclusion: zhongli is a sentimental father who's more than elated to the news, man is willing to do anything for you now. zhongli best dad but he gives off strict vibes?? idk goodbye yall 🏃‍♀️ let's talk another day when I'm mentally stable. 😍 I'm going to sleep now. night

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin headcanons #zhongli #zhongli x reader #paimon #lumine #aether #aether x reader #lumine x reader #fem!reader #genshin x female reader

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tobesolonely · 3 years

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grammy night

A/n: like most of you, watching harry perform WS did something to me. i rushed to my computer to write this IMMEDIATELY... not proofread but i hope u all enjoy nonetheless! Thanks @nationalharryleague for looking this over and hyping me up.

summary: y/n wants to show her grammy winning boyfriend just how proud she is of him💕

warnings: smut, mentions of the pandemic!

word count: ~3k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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You decided that “Harry Styles, Grammy-nominated artist!” had a lovely ring to it.

Harry knew how proud you were of him; you had been making it known to him in the days leading up to his big night. You fretted over him more than you usually did, showered him in an obnoxious amount of compliments, and were the most intimate you’d ever been with him–– but who was he to complain?

Obviously, he knew you could care less whether he won or lost, and quite frankly, he didn’t care either. Just being able to perform at the Grammy’s, much less open it, was the opportunity of a lifetime. The fact that he was hitting such a big professional milestone with you by his side just made it that much better. You were both buzzing.

It had been months since Harry had performed. You knew how much he missed being in front of a live audience and hearing people scream his name, conceited as he was. He had been spending so much time rehearsing the one song he was performing, wanting it to be absolutely perfect. Your boyfriend was a perfectionist, after all! If he was going to do something, he either did it one hundred and ten percent, or he didn’t do it at all.

Although you were used to your boyfriend’s pre-performance jitters, it still wasn’t an easy sight to see. He would pace so much that beads of sweat would collect in his hairline; he’d shake, tremble, and have to be reminded to breathe. You’d think after ten years of doing this he would be a pro, but he was only human, after all.

“Been so long since I performed in front of people,” Harry muttered to you, examining his reflection in his make-shift dressing room. “‘M nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous,” you reply, coming up behind him to rub his shoulders. He shoots you a look in the mirror. “I know it’s easier said than done but you have nothing to worry about. It’s “Watermelon Sugar” honey–– you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve performed this one dozens of times.”

“Things are jus’ so different now,” his voice drops an octave. “What if people are tired of the song?”

“I don’t think people are tired of the song.”

“It played on the radio a lot. Came out in 2019––”

“...And you’ve been busy with other things. No one’s gonna be upset that you haven’t released new music in the middle of a pandemic H, I promise you.”

Harry’s gaze meets yours again in the mirror briefly before he tilts his head back, silently asking for a kiss. You plant one on his lips before grabbing a tissue from a small table beside him, dabbing at his hairline.

“Stop sweating everything off, Harry,” you playfully scold your boyfriend. “Make-up artist has already been by to touch you up three times already, she’s probably running out of product.”

Your boyfriend lightly chuckles at this, causing you to smile. “I’ll just tell my body to cut it out. How’s tha’ sound?”

“Sounds good,” you reply, leaning down to kiss his nose. “You alright?”

You notice Harry deeply inhale. “I think so. How do I look?”

“Like a Grammy-nominated, soon-to-be Grammy-winning, artist.”

Harry’s skin flushes. “Stop it…” The sound of three short knocks on the door of his dressing room causes panic to flood his features.

“Hey, look at me,” you gently grab your boyfriend’s chin, turning his gaze up towards yours. “It’s my job to believe in you when you don’t believe in yourself. If you get nervous just know I’ll be sitting as close to the stage as they’ll let me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now, go make me proud.”

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“Breathe me in, breathe me out…”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought Harry’s nerves in his dressing room were all theatrics. He was so in his element on stage, you were one hundred percent sure no one knew he was so nervous twenty minutes prior that he was turning green. He kept looking out into the small crowd, searching for you, and flashing you a dimpled grin once he did.

You were enjoying watching him prance around the stage while trying to keep up with the band on stage, looking a bit too proud of himself when he was able to stay on the beat while rhythmically snapping his hips along to the song. As the song came to an end and the dimmed lights started coming back on, you were led back to Harry’s dressing room by one of his guards as you heard the next performer being introduced.

“How did I do?” Harry asks loudly, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

His voice causes you to jump. “You scared the shit out of me! How’d you get off stage so quickly?”

Harry grabs your arm and pulls you off the couch, wrapping you in a tight, sweaty hug. “Don’t know. I basically ran to ya.”

“You did incredibly,” you tell him, lips ghosting over his. “Just like I knew you would. I don’t wanna say you were nervous for nothing, but you kinda were.”

“Don’t wanna hear your teasin’.”

“Did you see how everyone was looking at you?”

“I only saw how you were lookin’ at me. I was only lookin’ at you.”

Your body heats up at Harry’s admission, causing you to look away. “You’re so cheesy, H.”

“I think I would’ve been about fifty times more nervous if you weren’t here with me,” he presses his nose against yours. “Thank you for bein’ here, Y/N. You make this whole thing so much more doable.” Harry places one… two… three wet kisses to your cheek before pulling away, walking back over to close the door he left open during his excitement to re-join you.

“Changing?”

“Yeah,” Harry turns to look at you as he pulls off his jacket. The sight of his bare chest causes you to thickly swallow. “‘M gonna put what I was wearin’ on the red carpet back on. We’re gonna move outside.”

You simply hum in response to what Harry said, sitting back on the couch to scroll through your phone as you wait for him to finish changing. Everyone was congratulating Harry on his performance and wishing him luck on his nominations. You read all the good luck texts for him that were sent to you out loud, watching as his smile grows bigger and bigger from all the love he was being showered in.

After helping Harry powder his T-zone you let him lead you out of the small room and out into an area with spaced-out circular tables, most of them with just two or three seats at them. The Grammy’s in the middle of a pandemic was unlike anything you had ever seen before, and you were pleasantly surprised at how smoothly things were running. Jeff is already sat at the table when you and Harry join him and you can visibly see him let out the breath he was holding.

“Your boyfriend ran off stage so quickly I thought I was gonna have to set up a search party to find him,” Jeff tells you, a slight hint of annoyance present in his voice. He then turns to Harry and says, “Fix your mask, please.”

“It is fixed,” Harry grumbles but adjusts it nonetheless, causing you to giggle.

Even though it was obvious your boyfriend was enjoying himself, you could still tell he was extremely nervous the closer it became to announcing the winner of the category he was nominated in. His grip on your thigh kept growing tighter and tighter and although you didn’t hate it, you worried he might cut off your circulation soon if he didn’t let go of you soon.

“H, take a deep breath,” you lean over to whisper in his ear. “You’re gonna make my thigh fall off.”

“Sorry, love,” if you could see his mouth under his mask, you’d see him biting his plump lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my fuckin’ life.”

“Never?”

“Have I?”

“I dunno. I’m asking you.”

You see Harry’s eyes crinkle. “Maybe when I asked you out for the first time.”

“You are seriously so cheesy.”

Harry doesn’t respond, just takes your hand in his and directs his attention back to the stage. His palm is sweaty in yours but you don’t release his grip on your hand, wanting to offer him as much comfort as you possibly could.

When they start naming the nominees for Best Pop Solo Performance, you literally have to remind Harry to control his breathing. Although he won’t be upset if he doesn’t win, you know it would still mean quite a bit to him if he did.

“And the winner for Best Pop Solo Performance is… Harry Styles!”

Your mouth falls open in shock as you turn to fully face your boyfriend who was looking down at your intertwined hands, eyes wide in surprise. He genuinely wasn’t expecting to win and that made this victory that much sweeter.

“Harry!” You yell to be heard above the cheers and applause of his colleagues in the crowd. Jeff stands and grabs Harry’s hand, pulling him out of his seat and into a tight hug. You stand up and clap loudly in admiration for your boyfriend, willing the tears not to fall from your eyes. He removes himself from Jeff and pulls you into him, your head pressed against his chest.

“I won a fuckin’ Grammy!” Harry shouts.

“I know!” You shout back, probably more excited than he was. “Get up there!”

Your boyfriend quickly removes his mask and hands it to you before hurrying to the makeshift stage, hugging the presenter before touching his Grammy in awe. He picks it up and then slowly sets it back down, shaking his head in disbelief.

“To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much…”

You can’t stop the few tears that spill over your waterline–– you were so unbelievably proud of him. You’re not even paying attention to his acceptance speech as you’re too preoccupied with looking at everyone staring at your boyfriend in admiration.

“Lastly, I want to thank my girlfriend who’s sitting right there next to my manager, Jeffrey. She’s my number one fan, always believes in me when I don’t believe in myself,” he looks down at his shoes bashfully. “Wouldn’t be half the man I am today if it weren’t for her. This is our Grammy, love.”

You blow kisses to your boyfriend, ignoring the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you. As far as you were concerned, you and Harry were the only two people around at that moment. Your heart couldn’t have been any more full.

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To absolutely no one's surprise, you and Harry couldn’t keep your hands off each other for the remainder of the night. You were relieved there were no after parties being held that Harry would be expected to attend due to the pandemic because you could not get him alone fast enough.

“Slow down, Y/N,” Harry sets his Grammy on the foyer table as he kicks off his shoes. “Just us, innit? We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”

“I’m just so proud,” you tell him breathlessly, sucking on the underside of his jaw. “Let me show you.”

“You have been showin’ me. A lot, actually,” Harry leans his head back and closes his eyes in pleasure as you lick tantalizingly slow against his veiny neck. “Guess one more time wouldn’t hurt, though.”

“Do you want me to blow you or not?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s gonna happen here?”

“If you’re gonna be annoying, then no.”

“Kiiiding,” Harry rolls his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “C’mon, let me get you upstairs.”

”You’re the one that won a Grammy, not me,” you remind him. “Let me make you feel good.”

Harry lets out a quiet hum, guiding you towards the couch. “Exactly–– I’m the winner. Doesn’t that mean I should get what I want tonight?” He falls backward onto the couch, pulling you atop his lap. His hand roams down the front of your dress and he squeezes your breasts roughly, clearly delighted that you decided to forgo a bra tonight.

“I suppose,” you answer, biting back a moan.

“You suppose? Not in the mood for it tonight?” He starts to retract his hand but you grab his wrist, stopping him.

“I am!” You don’t even try to hide how desperate you are for your boyfriend.

“Gonna let me taste you, hmm?” As Harry asks his question he slowly slides off the couch and onto his knees in front of you, bunching your dress up around your hips. He leans in close to your already dripping center and inhales deeply, a blissed-out look on his face. “Smell fuckin’ incredible. I gotta taste ya.”

You spread your legs wider without even thinking about it, almost as if it’s on instinct. Harry easily moves your underwear to the side and immediately connects his lips with your clit, not giving you time to adjust to the sensation before he’s just going at it.

“Oh, Harry…”

“Rings on or off?” His voice is muffled due to your thighs being clamped around his head, but you can still understand what he’s saying.

“On!”

Harry chuckles against your cunt before sliding his index finger in with ease, loving the way you immediately clenched around the digit. “Y’like that, lovie? Wanna take another one?”

“Please.” Your boyfriend already has you breathless despite the fact that he was just getting started.

Harry slips his middle finger into you along with his index finger and starts curling it up in the way he knew you liked, trying his hardest to stimulate your g-spot. He looks extremely focused; leave it to Harry to make a night that was supposed to be all about him, not.

“S’fuckin’ tight,” he says, more so to himself. “You’d think with all the shags we’ve been ‘avin lately you’d be used to my fingers by now.”

You let out a loud groan at your boyfriend’s dirty talk. He knew that it was one of your biggest kinks so he usually overdid it just a tad bit. It’s not like you were complaining, though.

“Guess that means you’re not fuckin’ me hard enough, huh?”

Harry stops his movements and looks up at you through slightly hooded eyes, an amused (but not really) look on his face. “Not fuckin’ you hard enough? Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

You can tell by the tone of Harry’s voice that he has it out for you now, but there’s no use in recanting your statement. He was about to make sweet, primal, love to you and god were you ready. Harry goes back to mercilessly fucking into you with his thick fingers, speeding up or slowing down his pace based on how you clench around him.

”Fuck, H.”

“Feels nice?” He goes from moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion to a scissoring motion which feels just as good if not better.

“Yeah, really nice,” your fingers are tangled in Harry’s hair and you know he’ll give you hell later for getting it all knotted. “I’m close.”

“Already? Haven’t even properly fucked you yet,” Harry removes his fingers from you aching cunt agonizingly slow, wiping them on his expensive Gucci trousers. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to fix that, yeah?”

“I guess so.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you tonight, pet. Is that really any way to treat your Grammy-winning boyfriend-”

“Harry, come off it!” You exclaim, letting out a loud laugh as you watch him stand up and unbutton his pants. “You’re insufferable, I swear.”

Harry shoots you one of his blindingly bright smiles, wiggling his eyebrows as his pants pool around his feet. “Hey, ‘m just statin’ facts.”

He collapses onto the couch and pats his lap, giving his leaking cock two quick tugs. “Ride me.”

“Just because you won a Grammy doesn’t mean you don’t have to ask nicely anymore.”

“Y/N, my beautiful, dazzling, elegant girlfriend, will you please do me the honors of riding––”

“Why do you make everything so weird?” You groan as Harry laughs and pulls you into his lap with ease, wincing when your thigh brushes against his cock. Wordlessly, he places his hands on your hips and helps you sink down onto him, taking his lip in between his teeth to keep from yelling out.

”Fuck me…”

“I’m about to,” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as you adjust to his size. His hands roam the expanse of your back as he waits for you to get used to the feeling on him, wanting to feel every part of your body all at once. Without warning, you begin sluggishly rolling your hips. You were in no rush anymore; you had him inside of you, and that was all you wanted from the start.

“S’that all you got in ya?” His tone is cheeky, almost mocking. “I think you can give me more than tha’.”

“I dunno if I can.”

“Why’s that?” Harry bucks his hips upward slightly causing you to let out a loud gasp.

“I just want you to fuck me. I don’t wanna do any work.”

At this, Harry quickly flips you over so your sweaty body is now below his. You moan at the sensation the new angle immediately brought you. “Want me on top like this? This is how you wanna have me, angel?”

You nod.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Harry,” your eyes squeeze shut as Harry begins quickly thrusting into you. “God, yes. That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Harry reaches his hand down to thumb at you clit and raises an eyebrow while awaiting your answer.

“God,” you grab onto your breasts to prevent them from bouncing around as Harry’s thrusting into you but he rips your hand away.

“Wanna see ‘em.”

“Right there,” you moan, no longer trying to bite back your sounds of pleasure. Between Harry eating you out, fingering you, and now fucking you harder than he has in ages, you were a few sloppy thrusts away from coming all over his cock. “I’m gonna cum–”

“...Already?”

You know he’s teasing but you still reach between your sweaty bodies to swat at his bare chest. “Don’t tease!”

“‘M messin’ with ya, puppy,” Harry pushes his curls out of his eyes. “I’m almost there- you first. Cum for me, Y/N.”

Harry doesn’t have to tell you twice. You spasm around his cock as soon as he tells you to, lifting your hips up to meet him as you could tell he was growing tired. Harry pulls out moments later, muttering a quick, “Where do you want it?” before finishing on your chest.

The silence that fills the room is comforting but of course, it’s cut short by your pest of a boyfriend.

“If that's what I got just for winning one Grammy, what would I get if I won the others?”

#harry styles smut #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic

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iambilliejeanok · 2 years

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I'm not sure if i have ask u this before

( bc i ask many people ) can i have eren/reiner/erwin with a s/o that have mommy issues? :> if not its fine!! Have a great day/night ily and your blog idk how to spell this(╥﹏╥)

Y’all I read the whole request wrong. This post isn’t what they requested😭I’m a failure that can’t read. Sorry

Warnings: 18+, slight smut, mommy issues

Eren

Using titan Eren because he’s so cute🥺

His issues more so stem from having lost his mother.

This is something he can’t help, so you understand why he’s very clingy. Mikasa always tells you about how much Erens mom protected and cared for him. So it’s no surprise he excepts that same affection from you.

Now you’re not so sure about the small things. He expects you to cook and clean and be a traditional wife, but you’re just his gf…and certainly not his mother, so that’s something you try to communicate with him. Luckily for you, he perfectly understands and puts in more effort to be independent and not rely on you for everything.

He once went on a hunger strike for two whole days, just because you weren’t there to feed him. Not that he can’t feed himself, but it just don’t taste the same without you beside him 🥺come back…

There are other…aspects to this though. The kind that you can get used to. He has an unruly urge to be close to you. He could lose you any second. Even on a beautiful day, the sun out, everyone’s happy, little children playing outside. He could still lose you so he has made the decision to glue himself to you.

It’s all fun and games because you’re okay with it, you’re okay with the endless cuddles and hugs, you’re so glad you don’t even have to ask for it, you’re okay with him following you around the house and you’re okay with him grabbing your tits wherever he feels like, just for comfort reasons.

When he’s real emotional he asks you to cuddle with him and he’s either fondling your breasts for comfort reasons or burying his face between them, maybe even putting his mouth on you while you’re running your fingers through his hair. It’s only an actually issue that you need to address when he starts shoving his hand up your shirt in public. Grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him while you’re out and about with friends to reinforce dominance. Gets really upset when you’re not giving him constant attention throughout the day. This is why he hates hanging out with his friends, your friends come along and steal you from him. He absolutely despises anyone who needs attention from you. Even the damn titans when they come for you. He gets jealous that they have to consume so much of your energy and time. He’s so upset that he wants nothing but cuddles all evening long. In the bath/shower, while he’s eating

Even in Titan mode😩😩 he needs you on his shoulder where he’s not fighting. Maybe some praise if you will 🥺 won’t stop huffing and puffing all that steam in your face until you hug his head and give him a kiss. Tell him he’s doing a good job.

Literally any love you have for him. Even the crumbs. He’ll be having all of it thank you.

Reiner

Using armor titan because cute.

Big fucking fat ass baby omg. Grow up.

Very needy baby too.

He was taken from his mother to serve Marley as a child. So much responsibility from such a young age. Please understand.

Literally misses his mom so much but can’t contact her as regularly as he would like, which leaves him with no other choice but to take it out on you.

He really, really needs you to cook him meals or prepare him food just because his mom used to do it for him all the time. He full on well understands that you’re not responsible for his tummy, so when you do cater to him it makes him so fucking happy, he’ll spoil you with anything you want and he knows exactly what you like. Happy wife happy life indeed.

Even worse than his buddy Eren, Reiner can get real petty about lack of attention. He will literally give you the silent treatment but also refuse to let you have your personal bubble. He’s gonna be all the way in there. All over you. Lots of hugs and kisses but don’t talk to him. He’s mad at you. He’s also going to make sure to break you when you later tonight. Won’t stop even when you’re crying this time. He’s so gonna stop if you ask him politely enough with an extra cute pout, but he likes to himself that he won’t to feed his anger.

Seeing him upset is hilarious because he’s never actually upset with you, he just really likes throwing cute little tantrums, around you so you can feel bad and give in to paying him all the attention in the world.

Wants you to run your fingers through his hair and along his shoulders while he sucks on a nipple. Literally prefers a nipple in his mouth to sleep. The one left is his favorite. He can get really aggressive and bite you when he’s enjoying himself too much, or maybe to kinda get back at you for not giving him ample attention.

Erwin

Erwin’s mommy issues are a little different. He’s a natural born leader. He’s always been super helpful to his mom, and never really fully depended on her besides the basic needs. He’s learnt most of his moms recipes and likes for you to learn a few too, so hopefully you can bake or cook with him. He loves being busy with you.

And at the end of a long day,he wants to cater to you for how much you help and take care of him during the day. Run a bath for you, a little massage, helping you braid your hair so it’s ready for your bonnet etc. He does get very needy when the two of you are in bed together. Likes to cuddle with his hands up your shirt, if you weren’t wearing it that would be great but your comfort please. Loves tucking his thigh between yours and holds you so close, your coochie literally pressed against his thigh and your nipple being twisted and twirled between his thumb and index finger. Is he doing this on purpose? Because it’s always gonna go in that direction…the one where you start grinding his thigh because the nipple action is too much to bare and he starts “helping you”🙄

Loves a partner who can be busy with him. This involves the morning routine. Cuddles in the morning, bathroom activities, breakfast, heading out, coming back, bathroom time again, dinner time and hangout time. All of them with you please. Very co dependent man. In a healthy way though.

#attack on titan imagines #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan smut #aot imagines #aot smut #aot fanfiction #reiner headcanons #reiner x reader #Reiner imagines #Reiner smut #eren imagines #eren jeager smut #eren x reader #erwin imagines #erwin smut #erwin x reader

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Okay I feel like I wanna bring some angst into this. 😏

It's before you found out he's daredevil. It's your 1st anniversary and he comes home too late

You were preparing everything from a nice meal, great wine, put on some romantic music on got all dolled up for the occasion.

Sadly, daredevil couldn't take the night off and you are left at home eating cold dinner alone, reading to pass the time and falling asleep on the couch still on your clothes.

I feel like Matt would be DEVASTATED. And feel so so guilty, wanting to make up for the missed anniversary. The morning after your anniversary is when he tells you about him being daredevil

YES THE ANGST!!! This is like really long lmao.

You have been planning this night for a few days so Matt definitely knew about it. And he was so excited too! And he really tried everything in his power to get home in time and get cleaned up at Foggy’s, but fighting Fisk took a little bit too much time

You weren’t too worried when he was late bc ever since you’ve known him he’s just been a night owl. But you also know he lived up to his promises so you were counting on him being there tonight. And you even took more time than usually in cooking so waiting for him wouldn’t seem too long

But it’s 2 AM, well past the time he should be home, and youre sleep on the couch and you’ve finished two bottles of wine. You’re still in your dress and there are mascara tear-stains on your cheeks.

Matt comes home around 4 AM, literally running into the apartment. He’s hoping to make it up to you although he’s 4+ hours late. He goes over to you, bending down and putting his hand on your face. His heart breaks as he feels the tear stains and he finds the finished bottles of wine and half-eaten bowl of food on your side of the table.

He manages to get you ready for bed without waking you up. He has such a hard time sleeping at night and gets up at 7 am to clean up the kitchen and make you breakfast.

You wake up around 9 with the worst hang over ever. But Matt is right there by your side giving you some medicine and helping you ease into looking into the sunshine and getting up and walking.

He can tell you’re upset by the way you’re completely silent. The only words you’ve said are “thank you” when he held your hair back when you threw up.

And he doesn’t even know what to say. He knows sorry won’t be enough. It was your first year anniversary and you planned everything. He had one job: to show up, and he couldn’t even do that.

“Are the eggs okay?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you mutter. He gives you a small smile but you just look down at your food.

“I tried the food last night. It was great,” he says.

“Thanks,” you say flatly.

Matt awkwardly fixes his glasses as he tries to think of what to say. You finish up your food quickly and pick up your plates and head to the sink.

“U-Uh, let me do the dishes,” he rushed over to you.

“Okay. I’m going to take a shower then work in your office, if that’s okay with you,” you say.

“Yeah, that’s perfectly fine. Um, do you want me to help you with work?” He asks.

“No, thanks,” you say and walk away.

Basically it’s like this the whole day. You’re freezing him out while he rattles his brain to think of how to explain to you why he wasn’t there last night. You honestly feel bad about icing him out. You hate seeing him look so helpless and guilty. He was moping around the apartment, asking you every second if you needed help. You appreciated his concern and you wanted to hug him and make up, but you couldn’t help but ignore him. You’re upset and you both know you have a right to be. It was his turn to initiate the conversation of you two making up this time.

He decided the best thing to do is tell you the truth. So he orders takeout and you two sit at the table, having a very awkward dinner.

“Do you like the salsa?” He asks. “Yeah. It’s good,” you nod, keeping your eyes on your food.

He cant take another minute of his. He takes his glasses off and scoots his chair close to you and takes his hands into yours.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he says, trying his hardest to find your eyes so he can apologize while looking into them.

You look at his sorry hazel eyes. “That’s a start. Now please enlighten me on why you didn’t come home until like, 5 in the morning.”

He sighs, hanging his head low in shame. “I have a secret that I’ve been keeping from you ever since we started dating. Everyday I’ve been discovering it’s getting harder and harder to keep it from you. Last night was just the start of what it could be like if I keep keeping it from you. And I know if it continues like this, I’ll eventually lose you, and that’s something I never want to happen.”

His brows are furrowed, his lips are trembling, and you can see the tears filling up his eyes. You squeeze his hand in support and swallow hard. Your heart is racing a mile a minute as your mind races about all the what ifs.

“I know I shouldn’t be asking you of anything, but promise me you’ll just hear me out after I tell you?”

“A-Alright,” you nod. Your voice is shaky and every second he’s not telling you the truth is taking literal years off your lifespan.

“The reason why Ive always come home so late, I’m covered in scrapes and bruises, and I don’t let you in the dresser in the living room is because well,” he takes a deep breath before telling you. “I-I’m Daredevil.”

At first your reaction is minute. Your heart stops racing and your hands relax in his. Your face very, very slowly contorts into a smile and you start laughing. Matt is so confused but he decided to laugh with you because well, what else is he supposed to do.

“Oh my god!” You gasp for air. “I thought you had a wife and kids or something! Or you were in this weird BDSM group!” You giggle.

He stops laughing and is very confused. “So you’re not mad I’m Daredevil?”

“Well, I’m mad you didn’t tell me sooner and I’m mad you missed dinner, but no I’m not mad that you’re Daredevil. But I do have some worries.”

“I know you’re still mad about it last night. You can be mad at me for that forever. I know what I did was horrible and although I was out fighting, I should still have managed my time more and gotten to dinner in time. I’m so sorry about that. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“You better,” you say. “Can i um.. ask you some questions about Daredevil?“

“Of course.”

“Alright. And can I help you clean up your wounds and stuff?”

“They’re kind of gross, Y/n.”

“So? What do I look like? A wuss?”

He chuckles, “You don’t seem like one, no.”

You two spend the rest of the night talking about Daredevil and more about his childhood and know you literally know everything about him.

Also he stayed up the whole night re-doing your one year anniversary. He went out with Karen and Foggy bought fairy lights and flowers and hung them all over the kitchen and living room. And he had Karen help him make your favorite dish and he dressed up in a suit and tie and surprised you in the morning. Omg and he got you 2 extra gifts since you deserve everything and it was all very sweet. Safe to say you forgave him

#matt concepts #sorry this is so long! lol #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader

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