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kirk-says-wah · 10 months ago

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𝐒𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

Pairing: Kirk/Lars, Kirk/James

TW: dubious consent in a kiss scene

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A month passes, and Kirk couldn’t be happier.

Lars parades their relationship around proudly, not really caring about the shit they get for being out the closet, and being so infatuated with each other, they take it in their stride.

But Kirk secretly loves it. After having to spend so long keeping things secret with James, it’s nice that he can kiss Lars and hold his hand whenever he wants. Because Lars has made it clear he wants him. More than anything else.

Dave starts to back off after a while, the two of them together harder to handle. Especially because Lars has helped Kirk find his feet, helping him to stand up against Dave and his friends.

It helps Kirk feel a little less alone, and he feels a lot safer knowing Lars will have his back through anything.

James hasn’t spoken to him since he hit Lars. It’s not really that surprising, but Kirk would’ve liked an apology at least.

But instead James will just stare at him from over his table in English. He never says anything. Kirk’s not sure he wants him to anyway.

Prom is only a few weeks away when Lars asks him to go with him, all sheepish and shy, hands in his back pockets as he rocks on his feet, and Kirk just beams, pulling him into a hug, almost knocking the air from his lungs.

“Of course,” he says, feeling Lars’s laughter rumble against his chest. It’s the sweetest thing someone’s ever done for him, because before, James would’ve never asked Kirk out in public.

They buy matching suits; Kirk with a red tie and Lars with a blue one, and they get ready together, blushing over each other when they realise just how hot they look in suits.

“Jesus man,” Lars murmurs, bringing Kirk closer in by the lapels. “I wish we’d been together earlier. I feel like we’ve missed out on so much.”

Kirk just smiles, kisses him softly.

“Don’t worry. We’ve got all the time in the world now.”

When they get to school, the hall is decorated with strands of blue’s and silvers, a disco ball in the middle, and it’s already packed with people.

Kirk can’t help the anxiety that crawls up his throat at that, but Lars just takes his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“It’s okay. I’ll be here the whole time,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss to Kirk’s temple.

Kirk smiles, squeezes his hand back, before they venture into the crowd.

He sees a familiar face stick out above the mob of people, but he doesn’t linger, doesn’t let himself get snapped up by the emotions playing out on James’s face.

Instead he lets Lars lead him out to the dancefloor, Bon Jovi starting to play over the speakers making him laugh.

Aside from a few nasty looks, no one says anything, and they twirl each other around on the dance floor until they’re out of breath.

Lars looks ethereal, hair softly brushing his shoulders as he stands under the warm glow of the disco lights, and it has Kirk falling even harder, just watching the happiness spread across his boyfriend’s face.

He can’t help it when he pulls him in close, smothering Lars’s yelp with a kiss.

Lars smiles against him, hands moving to wrap around Kirk’s waist. The feeling of Lars’s lips against his own makes Kirk’s body thrum, his cheeks burning.

When they pull away, Lars’s arms are still around him, and he’s looking at Kirk all dreamy eyed, soft and tender.

“I love you,” he says after a moment, and Kirk has to do a great deal of breathing to not pass out.

Lars doesn’t say it how James said it. He doesn’t say it just because he thinks he needs to. He says it because he means it.

Kirk can’t help the toothy grin he gives back, pulling Lars in for another kiss. Lars laughs against him, and Kirk feels his palms go sweaty around Lars’s hips.

“I love you too,” he says, words pressed against Lars’s lips.

Lars looks like he could cry, and he pulls Kirk against him, pressing his head against Kirk’s chest.

The song switches to something slow, and the dance floor clears mostly until it’s just a few couples scattered around.

Lars’s fingers lace behind his neck as he looks at him, and Kirk can’t help but just stare into his eyes, lost in the warmth and love he finds there.

Lars’s body is hot and pliable against his own as they step from foot to foot, one of Lars’s hand reaching up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, caressing softly.

After a while of rocking together, the music switches and Lars sighs against him.

“D’you want a drink?”

Kirk nods, if not a little flustered at what just occurred between them.

“Yeah. I’m just gonna head to the bathroom.”

Lars nods, pressing a quick kiss to the side of his mouth.

They split then, and Kirk can’t help the shaky feeling that overtakes him. It’s probably nerves, but just being so close to Lars always has his emotions go into overdrive.

He’s quick to find the bathroom. He doesn’t expect it to be empty apart from one person by the sink. That one person being James.

He looks at Kirk through the mirror, and his emotions are displayed like war paint on his face. It makes Kirk swallow, but he tells himself he’s not gonna let James reel him in. Not again.

Kirk ignores him and walks over to the sinks. In the mirror, his cheeks are tinted a deep red, matching the fiery heat under the surface, so he splashes some water over his face to try and cool himself down.

James doesn’t say anything, but he’s staring at Kirk like he’s grown another head. On closer inspection, his eyes are puffy and red, cheeks swollen, almost like he’s been crying.

Kirk frowns, and finally turns to him.

“You okay?”

James blinks, a little startled, but ultimately shakes his head, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Dude, I didn’t know you were-..”

He stops himself, wiping at his nose with the back of his hand.

Kirk can’t help but get a little defensive at that.

“What?”

James sighs, fiddling with his suit sleeves. He looks a little worse for wear, his suit a little too small so that the cuffs don’t reach his wrists, and his tie isn’t done properly, hanging loosely around his neck.

“I didn’t know he was gonna take you to prom,” James says after a moment.

“He’s my boyfriend,” Kirk replies, frown deepening.

James pulls a face, almost like Kirk’s just slapped him.

“I didn’t-… Is he good to you?”

That takes Kirk by surprise, and his frown drops, looking a little bemused.

“Yeah. He treats me with respect.” Unlike you , he thinks, but he doesn’t say it.

James nods, head dropping, not meeting his eyes.

“I miss you,” he mumbles, eyes trained on the grimy bathroom floor and Kirk feels all his emotions muddle like he’s swirling the drain.

It takes a moment for his brain to kick back in, but all he can say is “he loves me.”

James scoffs, pushes off of the wall he’d been leaning on.

“I loved you,” he says, a little choked up, a little angry, and Kirk takes a step back.

“No, you loved the idea of me. If you loved me you never would’ve let Dave treat me like that. You never would’ve beaten up my best friend.”

James is slowly turning a shade of scarlet.

“Lars nearly outed me,” he says, voice raising a little, and Kirk crosses his arms.

“No he fucking didn’t. Dave wouldn’t have caught on. You didn’t need to go ape shit on Lars to keep your macho image,” he says, feeling anger rise and push against his chest, begging to be released.

James makes a frustrated noise, a hand coming up to rub at his nose.

“I wanted to be with you. I did. I just didn’t…” he trails off, looks away.

“You just didn’t want to look like a queer like me, is that it? You can’t handle that me and Lars are out, when we never could be,” Kirk declares, stepping forwards. James may be taller and bigger, but Kirk’s never felt intimidated by him.

James’s jaw goes rigid, and he flicks his eyes over to Kirk, his voice dangerously low.

“Shut up.”

Kirk half laughs, a hand raking through his hair.

“No, this is your fault James. I’m happy with Lars. More than I ever was with you-“

He’s interrupted as he’s abruptly pushed back, spine smacking into the wall, and he just has enough time to get his bearings before lips crash against his own.

He gasps, tries to struggle, but James has him pinned, hands locking around his thin arms.

Kirk fights to turn his head but James just tries harder, pulling Kirk’s bottom lip between his own. Kirk finds he’s split between wanting it and trying to get away. His hands come up to James’s chest to try and push him away, though it’s feeble and half hearted, and James just continues to kiss him, his tongue scraping over Kirk’s lips until he finally pulls away.

Kirk’s heaving for breath, James still pressed against him, and he looks up. James looks conflicted, probably anticipating Kirk’s response.

They’re interrupted by a cup hitting the floor, and Kirk turns his head to see Lars in the doorway.

He’s staring at them, looking heartbroken, almost as if his world just plummeted before him, and Kirk finds all the breath is stolen from his chest.

Before he can say anything Lars leaves, the door slamming shut behind him.

The shock makes Kirk still for a second before he finally finds his voice.

“Lars,” he shouts, though he knows it’s no use. He struggles in James’s hold.

“Fuck, let me go,” he says, but James just shakes his head.

“Kirk, listen, I know I fucked up but we can-“

“Let me go,” Kirk shrieks, thrashing in James’s hold but James doesn’t budge, a powerful wall keeping him still.

“Kirk will you just listen to me? I love-“

Before he can finish his sentence, Kirk brings a knee up, hitting him straight where it hurts, and James cries out, lets go enough for Kirk to wriggle free.

He runs then, desperate to find Lars.

He checks around the hall but comes up empty, and when he gets to the parking lot Lars’s car is gone.

Kirk sniffles, tears finally springing to the surface as he realises everything’s gone to shit.

He was doing fine. Everything was good. And now..

He chokes on a sob, doubling over, hands coming to his knees as he heaves.

This can’t be happening. This isn’t fucking fair.

He heaves again, if only to get more breath in, but it just makes his vision go all splotchy and he keens forwards.

He’s stopped from face-planting into the gravel by a rough hand grabbing his shoulder. It pushes him down and Kirk goes willingly, crumpling into a heap on the floor as cries wrack his frame.

He snivels, shrinking in on himself when he realises he’s got no way to get home. Lars drove him here, and it’s too late to get a bus. Tears stain his cheeks because it feels like he’s really fucked up this time.

His little pity party is interrupted by the sound of crunching gravel before a lit cigarette is held out in his view.

He frowns, sniffs, looks up. Dave gazes back at him, looking a bit bored.

“Well are you gonna take it or what?”

Kirk can only blink, because this is Dave. Dave, who’s previously tried to stuff him head first in a trash can. Dave, who makes it known he wants nothing to do with him and Lars. The same Dave that’s stood over him now, holding out a lifeline.

Kirk clears his throat. “I don’t smoke.”

Dave scoffs, waggling the cigarette in his view.

“Just fucking take it, you wimp.”

Kirk does as he’s told, grabbing the cigarette between his fingers before sucking on it gently. The taste is disgusting, and the smoke swirls in his chest.

He splutters a little. Dave laughs, bending down to sit next to him on the curb. Kirk just ignores him and takes another drag, this time relishing in the way it makes his chest feel heavy and dull.

“Why are you here?” he says after a moment, though it comes out all pathetic and weak. Dave sniffs, flicks the ash off the end of his cigarette.

“Friend helping a friend.”

Kirk scoffs, blowing smoke through his nose making his eyes water.

“You’re not my fucking friend.”

Dave laughs again, though it sounds sincere this time.

“Yeah you’re right,” he says, taking a drag, going quiet.

Kirk turns back to the gravel, toes it around a little as the emotions continue to wash over him in tidal waves. He doesn’t know what to do anymore. He doesn’t want to go back to James, but he does at the same time. And he wants Lars, though he seems to have fucked up whatever relationship they had.

He sighs, pressing his forehead into his palm, making sure not to singe his hair with the end of his cigarette.

“Y’know I’ve got something that can take the edge off,” Dave says, eyes trained forwards, and Kirk lours, turns to press his cheek into his hand to look over at the football player.

Dave looks back at him with a little shrug, and he looks like he means it. Kirk swallows.

“What do you mean?”

Dave squints. “You know what I fucking mean. Don’t be so naive.”

Kirk sucks in a shallow breath, sitting up, feeling the cigarette start to burn down and singe his fingers.

Just one time won’t hurt, just something to make him feel like his world isn’t crashing down around him. Just something to make him feel something other than hurt and despair.

He stubs it out on the curb and turns to Dave.

“What have you got?”

#my fics #kirk/lars #kirk/james #st anger

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worldismyne · 1 year ago

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The Longest Sleepover: Ch 14

Summary: The first year of school did not go as planned for Harv and he’s never felt more alone. That is, until a loud kid from the saga studies course decides they’re best friends now.

(Year 1 AU, Harv deals with homophobia, Finn is oblivious.)

Series: Warrior U

Pairing: HarvFinn

Rating: T

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That morning, Finn trudged downstairs for breakfast with a headache and a guilty conscience. He'd really hoped to shield Harv from his hysterical behavior, especially after trying so hard to fight it. However, seeing Harv kiss someone else had blasted a hole in his heart he hadn't anticipated. He was used to things like jealousy and envy, what he wasn't used to was a feeling of loss that was physically painful. He had called up the only person he knew who had close friendships with other men only to be told quite bluntly what he already knew. Friends didn't feel this volatile seeing each other be happy with a significant other. The only upside that came from last night was Beatus and Shad finally apologizing for saying he was weird before for not 'liking' anyone, since clearly, he liked someone quite a lot. Enough to spiral into an emotional meltdown that made Finn feel borderline psychotic and fear he wouldn't be able to put himself back together again.

At least now he felt he could talk to someone without lurching to an extreme emotion.

His appetite had come back a little, enough he could busy his hands and hide his shame in pointed silence. He never wanted Harv to see him like that. Especially when he'd felt so out of control. It was scary and embarrassing all the same. He still hadn't heard how Harv's date went. Finn begrudgingly set aside his toast, the anxiety and feeling of rejection treating to steal his appetite once more.

"Hey..." Harv said as he entered the kitchen. Finn glanced up and nodded, unable to force a smile. Harv plated his own breakfast in silence before taking a seat across from Finn. "Are you... okay?"

"No." Finn said.

"What happened?" Harv asked. "Everything seemed fine when I left."

"I was fine... kind of..." Finn sighed. "But then I saw you kiss him and- I should have been happy for you and I couldn't do it. I felt like a terrible friend and all I wanted was for that date to have never happened; which isn't fair to you. No matter what I do I can't make it go away." He gestured to himself. "It's not your fault. I mean, it kind of is, you let me become so attached to you it's really quite ridiculous looking back on it. You've had other friends before, you should have... I guess you did, I just didn't want to hear it." Finn looked down at his toast and bit his lip. "I'm sorry for saying you were lucky you had someone you liked, this feels awful."

"...you like me?" He had noticed Finn wasn't as affectionate with his other friends; but he had chalked that up to Finn barely being friends with them at all. He had done his best to squash any thought of Finn wanting to hold onto him this badly. Watching the guilt and shame take over Finn's features was oddly like staring into a window to the past. Even if the reasons were different, it was quite clear, Finn felt like he liked someone more than he should.

"As much as I possibly can, yes." Finn said quietly. "At least that's what everyone else seems to think. Which is very confusing, because these were the same people that thought I'd never like anyone, so maybe they're wrong. But if they are wrong, then I really have lost my mind." Harv reached across the table, and took one of Finn's hands, the bard stilled. "I know it's selfish, but I want to be the most important person in your world, and I want you to be happy... I don't think I can have both."

"Selfish how?"

"You should have seen the things people were doing on that hayride, and that was in public!" Finn took his hand back. "I might never want to do something like that. I'd feel like... like I'd be making you give something up. It doesn't seem fair."

"You know, next time I see Shad, I might punch him in the face for you."

"Don't do that." Finn said, though there was a small glimmer in his eye.

"I'm barely comfortable going on dates in public, and now that I've been on one, I can tell you the biggest difference was you're more..." Harv's face lit up. "You want to be touched plenty by what I've seen. Don't go throwing your weird bard friend's definition of relationships into it."

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. It's a fact and furthermore, you've never asked if I liked you back." Harv pretended to be indignant, watching as Finn realized what direction Harv was pulling the conversation.

"I thought you liked Trevor."

"I do, but he... He's just not ready for the kind of relationship I want to have." He wasn't sure he could wait around for someone who might change their mind with Finn staring at him all starry-eyed across the table.

"Just how many people do you find attractive?" Finn gaped.

"...Do you mean physically or-" He cut himself off, laughing at Finn's dawning horror. "I'm not emotionally invested in all of them, I just have eyes. I've just known Trevor for a long time, we used to be best friends. I'm not sure he'll want to talk to me for a while."

"Well where do I fall on this list?" Finn crossed his arms and waited.

"It's not a list!" Harv said. "You've always been very cute, but very unavailable; so I didn't do anything about it."

"Well now I'm attractive and available, so what are you going to do about it?"

"I... I'm kind of out of sorts myself. I know it's silly to be upset when I'm the one who broke it off..." Trevor still hadn't called him back. The longer things went, the more certain he was that there'd be no second date regardless of the other boy's answer. It still stung. "I need time to fully deal with all of that. That means no more going on dates."

"That bad?" Finn cringed, his tone a little too hopeful to come off as fully sympathetic.

"We just wanted different things..." Harv said. "Right now, I'm very committed to my job."

"Yes, of course, your job." Finn took a bite of toast. "Well, I'd like to go to the speak easy today. It's been a very turbulent weekend for me and I'd like to spend time somewhere quiet and private."

"Alright, well I'm drinking water then. Those drinks are expensive."

-v-

The day of the duel arrived. Harv was dressed up in a particularly ridiculously decorated set of armor, but Finn insisted he looked dashing in it. Finn talked him into wearing a lot of things that way, like Darren's sword he'd accidentally stolen. An intimidation tactic supposedly, though it was probably just another way Finn could indirectly insult the noble.

He showed up to find the training grounds flanked by spectators eagerly awaiting the match. It seemed there was no way to handle things quietly like men, but rather make an utter spectacle of the other's defeat. Not that he was terribly worried, a week's worth of training was not enough to surpass his pure brute strength. It was a little nerve wracking being the center of attention again, catching quite a few familiar faces in the crowd.

"Wipe the floor with him Harv!" Emet cheered from the sidelines. She leaned back pointing to the clothes he was wearing, willing to tell anyone who'd listen who made them and how to order them. He might as well have been a walking billboard for her designs. However, her cheers had caused a ripple effect as other warriors from his class whooped and hollered as if nothing had changed. He offered a shy wave to his fellow barbarians, even Trevor was there to show support despite everything. Though seeing him did sting a still healing wound.

"Harvey, wait!" Finn waved him over toward the stands. Harv came in close as Finn pulled out a lavender handkerchief. "You are doing this to defend my honor in a way, so..." Finn clumsily tied the handkerchief around Harv's belt, a rosey blush dusting his face. "Knock him dead, Harv."

"I'm not going to kill him."

"Maybe just a little." Finn looked at Harv through a small gap between his fingers.

"Not gonna kill him."

"Fine." Finn sighed. "Could you at the very least maim him for me."

"I will humiliate him publicly, isn't that enough?"

"I guess." Finn pouted, and tried not to smile. "Good luck."

Harv pulled himself away from the stands to face his very angry opponent. He tossed Darren's glove back to him, who snatched it midair. Darren then dropped it to the side with a sneer.

"I will be taking my sword back." Darren said dryly. Harv casually stretched his arm in a performative attempt to warm up.

"You already have a sword." Harv said. "You can barely hold one up, let alone two." Darren clenched his sword and growled, while Harv patiently waited for the neutral party to announce the fight. While Harv was willing to try talking it out, Darren insisted the duel continued as planned. The arbitrator dropped a red cloth and instantly Darren lunged.

He was quicker this time, not underestimating Harv's strength like he had before. His technique was a little sharper too now that his mind was strictly on the fight. Harv deflected each blow lazily. The one disadvantage to thinner swords was he had a habit of breaking them on accident. This was supposed to be a fair fight after all, he didn't want Darren getting injured over some flying shrapnel.

"Could you at least pretend to take this seriously!?" Darren took a few steps back, having been the only one on the offensive.

"I am." Harv said. "I haven't had the chance to fight anyone in a while. I'm trying to keep it going." A few years back, he would have died for a chance to see a real knight in combat. So of course he wanted to have a little fun while in the ring, especially if this knight was as big a deal as he claimed to be. His sincerity fell on deaf ears, coming off more as a cat toying with a mouse than a fellow swordsman. "Isn't the point of having an audience to give a good show?"

Darren shot towards him again, his strikes clumsier than before. It was harder to predict which place Darren would try to strike next and he almost nicked Harv's arm. Harv dove out of the way, and flipped the sword around so he could grab it by the blade. Darren faltered, seeing Harv wield his sword more like a mace than a blade, and knocked Darren's sword out of his hands. Harv tossed his weapon up in the air, catching it by the handle and pointed it at Darren.

"Come on, pick it up." Harv tapped his foot. "I'll wait."

"That technique is for armored opponents." Darren spat. He collected his weapon, resenting the fact Harv continued to wait until he was back on his feet.

"Well, yeah, but I've always wanted to try it." Harv bounced a little on his toes. This time, he swung his sword overhead. When Darren, effortlessly blocked, Harv grabbed Darren's right elbow. The angle of his sword slipped, and Harv was able to break through his defense and gently tapped Darren's shoulder before letting go. "If only we were wearing helmets. There was one where you grab the visor and pull them toward the blade." He side stepped away from Darren's strike. "And then there's one-"

"I know!" Darren shouted. "I've been studying sword fighting since before you could walk. I don't need a lesson from some barbarian drop out!" Harv's smile fell. As Darren ran toward him again, he grabbed the tip of Darren's blade, pulling it to his side. He had the sense of mind to drop his own weapon, not wanting to seriously injure the knight. So instead of running into the hilt of Harv's sword, he got punched in the face. Darren stumbled backwards, the beginnings of two black eyes starting to bruise.

"I thought you knew that one." Harv said as Darren dropped to the ground. Harv picked up both swords and pointed both blades at Darren's heart. The noble moaned weakly in the dirt as a small trickle of blood streamed down from his nose to his chin. "I win." He sighed, sheathing one blade and burying the other one in the dirt. There was a roar of cheers from people who were happy to witness violence, though some booed at the lack of real bloodshed. Finn crawled over the stands to the battlefield and ran to Harv with open arms.

"You did it!" Finn cheered. Harv scooped him up, swinging him around to keep the bard from accidentally strangling him. Finn went to kiss his cheek only to be met halfway. The bard's grip slipped a little from the shock. It wasn't either of their first kisses, but it was the first time Finn had been kissed in public. The crowd was just noise to him, he couldn't tell if it was good or bad. "Oh..." When they separated, Harv gently helped Finn find his footing once more.

"Sorry, that was really petty of me." Harv mumbled. "I shouldn't have-" Finn kissed him again, then his cheek, and the bruises forming on his knuckles.

"Please, use me to be petty more often." Finn said, blushing in spite of his false confidence. "Make everyone jealous. We could actually make them a little more jealous." Finn leaned in again and Harv bashfully turned aside.

"Come on Finn, they get the idea."

"He likes to kiss me, on the mouth!" Finn half shouted, half cackled. "Not you, not you, ew definitely not you. ME!"

"Finn, now you're just embarrassing me." Harv started to lead Finn away from the crowd. He'd never consider Finn's obnoxious habit of showing off his favorite things might trickle down into relationships. Which was silly, Emet had warned him about this from the start. He couldn't help but feel a little rush every time Finn made eye contact to taunt another passerby that he just so happened to be attached at the hip of the strongest fighter in all of Cailburry. His words of course, not Harv's.

The whole walk home Finn was bombarding him with questions he didn't quite have the answers to yet. He had meant what he said about taking a break from dating, especially with him working for Finn's mother, but he also couldn't deny wanting to kiss Finn or openly stare at him. He also couldn't shake the slowly rising panic at the realization of what such a public display of affection might actually affect later down the line.

"Harvey, you just beat up Cailburry's star swordsman and my mother kidnaps people who insult her for fun. You're fine." Finn shrugged. "The worst thing that's going to happen is people might have new things to whisper about behind your back. But they'll be too scared to say anything to your face!" Finn winked, shooting a few finger gun's Harv's way. "It'll be fine. If anyone so much as looks at you funny, I'll give them the old 'if looks could kill'. That always shuts them up."

"That's true." Harv sighed. They entered the front hall, and Harv paused while hanging up his cloak. There was a cake in the trash.

"Harvey?"

"My mom was here." Harv quickly put his cloak back on.

"Harvey, wait, think about this!" Finn chased after him out into the street. "You can't just go running back there without a plan."

"It's my mom Finn, what do you-" Harv slowed down. He could see the concern in Finn's eyes. "I kept waiting for them to try and talk to me, and now she finally has. I have to at least try."

"But what if he's there too." Finn said. Harv's shoulders sagged, knowing deep down Finn had a valid concern. "Let's at least tell mother what's going on before going back there. She can keep an eye on us. I'm sure they'd rather talk to you alone, but..." He tugged Harv towards him by the arm. "I don't like the idea of you going there by yourself."

"Okay..." Harv tried to calm his racing thoughts. "No, you're right. It's just, if either of them will understand, it's my mom."

#warrior u #fanfic #harvfinn #little finnharv things

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animebixches · 3 years ago

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Winners

WARNING: NSFW

Breeding kink. Size kink. Degradation. Jealous Sex.

Murasakibara Smut😩😭

Murasakibara notices how the reader is staring at Kagami and intends to make her pay for it…

SO! I knowwww this is not really have the story goes, BUT! imagination 🌈

I will never understand why I let them talk me into going to this game, especially considering how much homework and studying I have. However, as soon as I had the thought, it was answered. Atsushi. A smile slowly spread across my face. Himuro, Okamura, and Coach had all called me last night, begging me to come to the Yosen vs. Seirin game. I had originally declined, but they continued to pester me, talking about how, “Murasakibara plays better when I’m there.” I wouldn’t say that’s true, but damn, it feels good to hear.

As I scanned the gym, the two teams looked like they were warming up. I had originally planned on just sitting in the stands, but once I texted Himuro to tell him that I was there, he called me and told me that Coach wanted me to sit on the sidelines with them. As I scanned the court again, my giant, purple-haired boyfriend stuck out like a sore thumb. I couldn’t help but smile as I waved to get his attention. His typically bored, lazy eyes lit up as he saw me, running towards me.

“Wow…y/n, you actually got him to run.” Coach stared at me in awe as I sheepishly looked away.

“Y/n-chi! I thought you had to study!” He grabbed me, pulling me into a tight hug. I gave out a laugh as my feet lifted off the ground, always embarrassed when he did things like this in public. He’s like a little kid.

“I do, but I couldn’t miss this game ‘Sushi, I know how important it is to you.” He gave a scoff before gently putting me back down.

“I never said it was important, I’m gonna crush these guys. It’s important to Himuro, he’s gotta play his ex-brother or something like that.” I gave a confused nod, as he just shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know either. It’s kind of a pain, but it’s fine. We’re gonna win anyways, especially now that you’re here.” I smiled. This man…he had some sort of hold on me.

“You better go finish warming up before Coach yells at me.” I glanced over at her, seeing she was staring in our direction. He gave a pout.

“I don’t wanna go. Now that y/n-chi is here, I just wanna stay near you.” I blushed, looking down at my feet. Why’d he have to go and say such embarrassing things?

“I’ll buy you snacks if you go practice.” I was still looking down, but I could feel his smile.

“Deal!” He turned on his heels and ran back out to the court. I gave a sigh as I found a seat by the Coach, discussing strategy and things like that. Of course, until I saw him. Don’t get me wrong, ‘Sushi is the love of my life, but something about that fiery red hair…I don’t know. I tried not to stare, shifting my attention back to Mukkun, but my attention kept going between the two of them. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Sierin had been practicing too, when the ball had come my way, bouncing until it reached my feet. I grabbed it, ready to pass it back, when I realized it was the red hair guy.

“Sorry.” He apologized with a deep, raspy voice. Fuck, something was so attractive about him, I kind of froze in place. He stared back awkwardly, before clearing his throat and gesturing towards the ball.

“I kind of need that.” I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality. I’m such a dumbass. I threw the ball back to him as he gave a breathtaking smile before heading back on the court. I guess our interaction didn’t go unnoticed because next thing you know, a large shadow covered me. Shit. Atsushi.

I turned around, seeing an angry expression on his face.

“Um. Hi Mukkun. When did you get behind me?” He didn’t respond, just threw me over his shoulder, walking into the hallway.

“Let me down! Murasakibara! You have to practice and you have fifteen minutes until the game starts! Stop playing!” However, it seemed like the more I protested and tried to wiggle free, the tighter his grip would get.

Finally, we got beside the vending machines, when he harshly put me down, quite different to our earlier interaction.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Getting all smitten by quadro-brow.” Atsushi’s anger was scary. It was a quiet, yet scary aura emitting from him. I’d be lying if I didn’t say it turned me on a little bit.

“I was just giving him the ball back, stop. Let’s go, we have to go to the game now Atsushi.” I tried walking away, but he pushed me up against the wall, slamming his fist beside my head.

“I don’t give a fuck y/n. We were talking.” It was almost a whisper, his eyes closed. I’ve never seen him like this. Ever. But the thought of it happening was causing my underwear to get wetter by the second.

“On your fucking knees y/n. Now.” Surprised, I stood still, as my eyes widened. He wouldn’t be trying to…right? Not here, not now, right? Not a few minutes before his game, right? His eyes finally opened, flashing a mix of jealousy and lust.

“Did you hear me?” He asked, whispering in the same tone, forcing eye contact with me. Don’t get me wrong, Murasakibara never fails to make me cum. It’s like he’s got a special talent, and knows how to get me over the edge every time, but he was a lazy lover. Always making me ride him, sit on his face, things that don’t require him moving much. So this sudden change shook me to the core, but I loved it.

I slowly got on my knees, excitement pooling between my legs. He pulled his basketball shorts down slightly, exposing his fully erect cock. It never seems to amaze me how big he is. I shouldn't be surprised, he’s a big guy. But even now, I don’t know how I’m going to fitall of him in my mouth.

“What? You can’t take all of it? Would you rather have that average cock from fucking Kagami?” I’m guessing that was the red-haired guy. I quickly shook my head.

“N-n-no. I want yours. Only yours.” He scoffed.

“That’s not what it looked like a few minutes ago.” He grabbed my face, forcing my mouth open, before shoving his cock inside. It was only about halfway in before I started gagging, knowing I couldn’t possibly take anymore.

“You fucking slut. You belong to me.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair before thrusting even further inside my mouth. I felt his tip hitting the back of my throat, the pre-cum making it’s way on my tongue. I couldn’t take it all, not without gagging that is, and I think that’s what turns him on more than anything. Knowing how big he is compared to me. Watching me struggle, tears streaming down, as the only sound filling the air was my gagging.

“Get the fuck up.” He said quickly, pulling himself out of my mouth and grabbing me, pushing me up against the wall, stomach down. I had worn one of his jersey’s as a dress, silently thanking myself for the idea. He pulled the jersey up, exposing my bare ass.

“You fucking slut. You didn’t even wear underwear today and you were still flirting with quadro-brow. I bet you’re wishing he was doing this to you, hm?” The ache between my legs was driving me insane.

“ ‘Sushi, please…I need you.” He gave a deep chuckle before slowly rubbing my slick slit with his fingers.

“You’re so fucking wet baby. You want this dick that bad? Or is it for him?” I gave a small moan as his words.

“It’s for you. I told you, I only want you.” I replied, desperate for him to satisfy me.

“Hm. Normally I would let you get used to my fingers before giving you this dick, especially since you cry everytime, but you’ve been a little slut today.” He whispered in my ear, before forcing his cock into my throbbing pussy. I gave a loud moan as I tried to adjust him, but my vision blurred from the pain.

“You’re so fucking big, fuck.” I gasped, before he reached around to cover my mouth.

“We’re in public y/n-chi. You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, hm?” I nodded as I tried to contain my moans. It was pointless though, the sound of his balls slapping my skin filled the hallways, daring anyone to come in.

Usually Murasakibara was so gentle with me, but this time was completely different. He was forcing his cock deeper and deeper, hitting my cervix every time.

“Tell me who you belong to y/n-chi.” I nodded before saying, “You. I belong to you.” He reached around me, starting to slowly graze my clit.

“No. Say my name. Say I’m yours. Say you’re mine. I need to hear it.” I could hear his desperation in that last sentence. I guess my attraction with Kagami had messed with him more than he’d like to actually admit.

“I’m yours, Atsushi. I belong to you, and you belong to me.” I gasped as he started rubbing my clit faster, thrusting even deeper than before. That’s all I needed to come completely undone, my breathing cutting short as the orgasm took over my body. I couldn’t believe it, I’ve never had an orgasm like this one before, my vision was completely dotted with stars, as the rest of my body started shaking uncontrollably. Atsushi wasn’t too far behind me.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum. I’m gonna cum all in this pussy. Make you a mommy. Then no one but me will want you.” He gave a final thrust before coming undone, cumming inside of me. Breathing heavily. He rested his forehead on top of my shoulders, before slowly removing himself.

“Fuck.” He gave me a goofy smile before pulling his shorts back up.

I couldn’t help my laugh. That was until I remembered there was a game.

“Shit! ‘Sushi! The game!” He rolled his eyes, “What a pain in the ass. I told you I don’t wanna.”

“I don’t care, your team needs you! I headed towards the gym, but my legs were shaking uncontrollably. This caused him to laugh as I gave him an annoyed look. He walked in towards me, until he finally got on one knee, motioning that I get on his back. I gave an angry look, but gratefully took the offer. He walked us back into the gym, only to see the two teams talking to their coaches. I glanced at the scoreboard, only to realize that we made it just in time. As we made our way over to Yosen, the team noticed us and started clapping and cheering. Confused, I got off of Mukkun, and walked the rest of the way holding on to his hand, hoping the rest of the people didn’t notice the shaking.

“Murasakibara! It’s not fair!” Okumara cried.

“Huh?” Murkkun responded, with a dull tone traced throughout.

Himuro cleared his throat.

“We were um…trying to find you. But when we went to the hallway, we um saw…” My face flushed. Noooo. They didn’t. I covered my face, I wanted to die.

Murasakibara laughed, clearly pleased with himself. I slapped his arm, shooting daggers with my eyes. He simply shrugged, trying to hold back his laughter. However, the rest of the team's laughs were louder than anything else. He pulled him into a hug before resting his head on top of mine.

“I loveee you. Are you still getting me snacks? I definitely put up a sweat.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Of course. I have to get a pill anyways, dumbass. We’re too young to get pregnant.” He gave a fake pouty face before kissing my forehead. Suddenly, the game buzzer rang throughout, signaling that the game was starting.

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acey-wacey · 3 years ago

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Hii! Can I request hc of the twst first years turning into children (5 years old or something) and their s/o just taking care of them until they turn back to normal.

Hey sweets, thanks for requesting! I absolutely adore this trope!

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❤️ Ace Trappola ❤️

He was just messing around in alchemy and some potion got spilled on him.

When the puff of smoke finally cleared, he was a toddler again.

Deuce was freaking out of course but he didn't want to tell Crewel in case they got in trouble.

So obvious his first reaction was to go find you.

You have to take Ace to class with you because even though it's magic, it's still public school and no accident/injury is a good enough reason to skip.

You sit him in your lap during History while you take notes. He's very squirmy.

He's constantly trying to escape your grasp and when you pull him back, he starts to cry.

Your teachers eventually excuse you since a crying child is more disruptive than you not being there.

You take Ace back to Ramshackle and get him some snacks.

He's very curious and even as a child, he still has a knack for getting himself into mischief.

You took your eyes off him for one minute to find some graham crackers and came back to find him covered in soot.

You can't stay mad at the little rascal though.

Ace has the puppy dog eyes down to a tee.

He sticks out his bottom lip with his teary crimson eyes and you're gone.

Though he's very energetic, he does tire quite quickly.

After running around, dragging you all over the school, he tugs on your shirt as soon as you sit on the couch and rubs his eyes sleepily.

You smile at him gently and scoop him up in your arms.

He falls asleep within minutes, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your neck.

Ace is stilled thrilled to be in your arms when he transforms back, content to just snuggle for a bit longer.

...

♠️ Deuce Spade ♠️

You only found out that Deuce had turned into a child when a crying little blue haired boy with a spade mark on his cheek showed up at the Ramshackle entrance.

Apparently, Ace had been looking after him and Deuce wandered away while Ace was distracted.

He was scared of being lost so he found the most comfortable thing he could remember: you.

You take him inside and hold him in your arms until he stops crying.

He didn't say much but he stared at you a lot.

You could never quite tell what was happening in his baby brain but it definitely didn't show on his face.

Until he started talking that is.

He's very expressive and he can get very excited when he starts to talk about something he likes.

Like trains, he seems like a train kid.

You got some paper and crayons for him to color with and he drew so many pictures of you.

The drawings were pretty bad because they were done by a 5-year-old but you were flattered still.

He wants to walk around the campus.

Not really talk much, just walk around.

He points out all the trees that he recognizes and he holds your hand the whole way.

It's very endearing when his tiny hand hooks into your larger one.

Hehe tiny baby fingers

He passes out on the floor at 6 pm while you make dinner.

You smile and carry him to your bed, where he immediately latches on to your arm in his sleep and refuses to let go.

When he wakes up, transformed back, he apologizes profusely but you assure him that baby-him is just as cute as normal him.

He's a blushing mess after that one.

...

🐊 Sebek Zigvolt 🐊

Upon seeing Sebek as a child, Lilia wants to take care of him but also thinks it would be funnier to let you deal with him.

He's a whiny child.

You didn't expect him to be so needy considering his normal cold demeanor but he clings to you like a koala.

Everytime you try to put him down he starts bawling.

He needs to constantly be touching you, like he's afraid you'll disappear if he isn't.

He likes to do whatever you're doing.

If you're reading a book , he'll crawl into your lap and pretend he can understand the words.

If you're making food, he does the grabby hands until you let him stir something.

He really likes listening to the sound of your voice.

That much didn't change from teenager to child but he's much more direct about it in baby form.

You lay on your back and he lays on your stomach, looking at you, and you just talk about anything.

He's very happy just to listen to you and he even offers his own wise words on occasion (which don't tend to be much more than random outbursts yk like kids do).

He falls asleep laying on your stomach and you smile as you stroke his hair.

You're trapped there though.

If you move, he starts whining so you have to stay sleeping on the floor with a little boy on top of you all night.

When he transforms back, he doesn't even acknowledge that it happened.

If you ever bring it up, he will turn beet-red and immediately change the subject.

He's still a little embarrassed.

...

🗡️ Silver 🗡️

The accident happened while you were around, otherwise Lilia would've stolen him away by now.

No surprise but he's a quiet toddler.

He likes to inspect and judge things before he says anything.

Sometimes, he will look like he's in very deep thought, but really, he's just looking for shapes on the wall.

You have to carry him on your back at all times or he will get lost.

He tends to wander when your eyes aren't on him.

You tried to walk around campus but he somehow ended up lost in the forest.

The various woodland creatures made sure to protect him from any harm.

The birds keep him from tripping and the wolves scare away any predators.

You're scared nearly to death when you find a tiny Silver napping in a pile of leaves.

Glad to see he hasn't changed all that much since he was 5.

He's a very heavy sleeper for a child so you can scoop him up in your arms and carry him home without waking him.

After picking the leaves out of his hair, you bring him back to your bed and tuck him in.

He wraps his arms around your waist, not reaching to the other side but establishing a firm hold on you.

He will, in fact, bury his face into your booba.

I don't care what your gender is, he will have the booba.

He's just a kid so you know he isn't quite aware of what he's doing but the best part is that he would absolutely do that just normally.

Absolutely unfazed when he wakes up in the morning to a face-full of tiddy.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disneytw #twst #twst x reader #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #silver twisted wonderland #silver x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader

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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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The Match - Part 3

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s becoming extra horny around you in the office.

Word Count: 2,697

Warnings: still smut, boss x employee affair, unprotected sex everywhere, hints at misogyny???

A/N: And a mini series was born 😂 no but honestly, I didn’t expect for parts 1 and 2 of The Match to receive such amazing feedback 😭 I really enjoy reading everyone’s reaction to this series and trust me, all comments keep giving me ideas. Thank you all so much!!!!!!! 😘😘😘 and btw, this part isn’t their promotion “celebration” because that will have a chapter on its own. Long story short, that will be pure porn with no plot at all so stay tuned for that 😂

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

It’s been a rollercoaster ride since you matched with James— Bucky, on Tinder. Maybe not a literal rollercoaster ride but with how Bucky had you bouncing on his cock as he sat on the couch, or that one time he asked you to sit on his face inside his car, it was a ride nonetheless and an exhilarating one at that.

Despite your relationship with him, the both of you surprisingly managed to keep things professional when there was work involved. Of course there were times when quickies in the office took place, given that Bucky was fucking insatiable (let’s all admit it, so were you). Work was work and you excelled at being the head of your department, but once office hours are over, you excelled more at giving Bucky head.

Oftentimes you found yourself worrying about getting caught. You’ve always been careful but lately, Bucky seemed to be slipping up. He just couldn’t seem to get his hands off of you and he was becoming more and more obvious. You were pretty good at being discreet but sometimes, it was hard not to react to Bucky when he would look at you with a naughty glint in his eyes, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you present. He’d tilt his head sometimes as he looked at you, lifting a brow as he smirked whenever he was impressed.

You ended up stuttering when he gave you that look one time. It was proud and it made your chest swell and your pussy throb. He rewarded you that night in his office by making you cum on his face twice.

That look was going to be the death of you and he was giving it to you now as you entered the conference room for the monthly mancom meeting. Bucky eyed you as you went around the desk, lifting a brow and pulling the empty chair next to him, commanding you to sit beside him without having to say a word.

You cleared your throat and pulled the chair, noticing how Bucky eyed your ass before you sat down.

“Is everyone here?” He asked after ogling your backside for a good five seconds.

All the department heads affirmed their attendance and soon enough, the meeting began with the HR manager reporting first. Lights were shut off and as soon as the report was projected onto the wall, Bucky began his little game. You were paying attention to the slides being presented until you felt Bucky’s foot nudge your ankle, hooking around it to slightly open up your legs.

You side-eyed him and subtly shook your head. He had never done this in public, at least, not during meetings. So you weren’t sure why he was being so frisky now, placing a hand on your thigh. You grabbed his hand and moved it away gently before slightly moving your seat away from Bucky, crossing your legs in the process.

“What do you think Mister Barnes?” The HR manager asked.

All heads turned towards Bucky, who obviously wasn’t paying attention provided that his hand was trying to sneak back onto your thigh. He cleared his throat and straightened up on his seat, fixing his tie before pursing his lips.

“I’m sorry, can you please repeat that?” He asked and you fought the urge to snort.

“I was wondering if we can hold another seminar about workplace etiquette.” She said.

Bucky hummed, “Do we have problematic employees?” He asked curiously.

The HR manager sighed, a blush creeping up to her face. “There have been rumors going around the office about employees engaging in...lewd acts within the workplace. I thought that we should revisit the topic about workplace code of ethics.” She explained.

You ended up in a coughing fit, quickly apologizing and reasoning out that you were having allergies today. Bucky tensed in his seat but managed to remain calm. He stole a quick glance at you before turning back to the HR manager.

“And have we identified these employees?” He asked, rubbing a hand on his chin. A nervous habit of his, you noticed.

This was what you have been worrying about! Bucky has been fucking you around the office and now everyone was catching on to it. And although you wanted to blame Bucky for this, you knew you were just as much to blame. Damn you and your hormones!

The HR manager shook her head, much to your and Bucky’s relief. “No sir, but some employees have been noticing and hearing things, especially after office hours. Janet for instance, filed a report last week about hearing hushed whispers from the pantry, followed by the creaking sound of the table. The following day, shards of someone’s mug were found in the trash. There was an assumption that there might be employees behaving inappropriately.”

“Oh my god, I’m close. Bucky I’m—“

Bucky’s hand clamped around your mouth as he shushed you, hearing footsteps approach the pantry. You stilled as you nervously watched shadows move beneath the door, but of course, this didn’t stop Bucky from snapping his hips against yours.

His thrusts were slow and languid, but he slammed back in with such force that made the pantry table scratch against the floor. Once the footsteps faded, Bucky wasted no time to get back to fucking you. He lifted your legs up and rested the back of your ankles against his shoulders, slightly bending down over you so he can angle his cock to perfectly hit that one sweet spot.

A single, powerful thrust sent you reeling, your hands finding purchase on the sides of the table.

“Cum, baby. Cum.” Bucky growled.

Another thrust made you gasp out loud, feeling the head of Bucky’s cock nudge against your cervix. One hand reached for his bicep, your nails digging into his dress shirt while the other reached back for the edge of the table only to knock off the mug resting on top.

You made a face when you heard it crash against the floor. The mug was soon forgotten when Bucky leaned down to kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his hand reached down to rub your clit.

You wiped the sweat on your forehead upon remembering that incident. Fucking Janet just had to file a report. It was after office hours, for fuck’s sake! Who cares what employees do after their shift?!

“I see.” Bucky responded, fixing his suit. “Okay. I approve of the seminar. Who’s next?” He asked, quickly changing the topic as if it was no big deal.

The head of the Finance department began with his presentation and just like that, Bucky returned his hand on top of your thigh, prying your legs open. You turned to him with a look of disbelief on your face. He was acting as if there wasn’t any close call earlier. You couldn’t believe this man, sure he was hot as hell, but you weren’t giving in to him. Not today, not when the both of you were almost caught.

The entire mancom meeting was pretty eventful, with Bucky teasing your legs with his hand despite your half-hearted protests. You hated how Bucky was able to familiarize himself with your body and how it reacted to him. Your eyes might be saying no but with how your legs eventually spread on their own, Bucky knew you were desperate for him too.

It was an hour past your shift when you received an e-mail from Bucky with the subject being “Report”. Thinking it was one his follow-up e-mails (Bucky is an impatient man when it comes to the submission of reports and you weren’t an exception) you opened it immediately and choked on your spit when a photo of his dick showed up on your desktop. You started clicking around in an attempt to close his e-mail, but instead of hitting the “x” button, you ended up maximizing the window instead.

“Jesus fucking christ!” You cursed and covered your monitor with your hands as you frantically looked around the office.

It was like a fucking jump scare, like one of those computer pranks asking you to concentrate on a dot before a scary photo would pop out. Except that it was Bucky’s dick that appeared. A dick scare.

Fortunately, you were the only one left in your area since pretty much everyone else scrambled out of the office as soon as work hours were over. It was a Friday after all.

You sighed in relief and quickly scrolled down to see the message beneath the photo of Bucky’s dick.

Need you in my office in ten.

P.S. Bring the report I asked from you the other day.

Best,

Bucky Barnes

Who sends an unsolicited dick pic through e-mail followed by a work reminder? And the signature? It was the cherry on top. Bucky Barnes was something else. Sweet jesus, you really couldn’t believe this man.

Grabbing your report, you marched your way to the elevator and headed up to Bucky’s office. Seeing that his floor was empty, you didn’t even bother knocking on his door and simply barged in.

“I can’t belie— what the fuck?” You called out when you were welcomed with the sight of Bucky leaning back on his chair, his cock out for the world to see as he gently stroked it.

“Need your pretty mouth around my cock, baby.” Bucky cooed with half-lidded eyes.

You huffed out a humorless laugh and shook your head, “I’m not sucking your cock, Bucky.” You refused and walked over to his table, slamming your report on top of it before walking away, but not before stealing another look at his majestic cock.

“Are you mad?” Bucky asked but he was smirking with amusement. He was giving you that look again but you were having none of it tonight.

You stood in front of his desk, keeping a safe distance away from him. Crossing your arms over your chest, you scowled at Bucky and tried your best not to let your eyes fall down to his cock again. Which by the way, he continued to stroke.

“For someone as smart as you, I can’t believe you’re so fucking dense.” You said with irritation when Bucky didn’t seem to understand why you were agitated.

He licked his lips, bucking up his hips when he squeezed the base of his cock. Bucky let out a delicious grunt as he continued to stroke himself. As much as you were salivating at the sight of Bucky’s cock— tip red and swollen, begging to be sucked— you didn’t want to give in.

“You’re fucking priceless, James.” You said, exasperated and turned around, heading towards the door.

You were about to reach onto the door knob when you heard the sound of a zipper followed by the wheels of Bucky’s chair screeching against the floor before a pair of hands grabbed at your waist. Turning you around, you were met with Bucky’s worried face.

“Shit, you’re really mad. Talk to me?” He pleaded, eyes apologetic as he took a step back, urging you to speak up.

“You might want to take a seat because I’ve got quite a list.” You said.

Bucky obeyed and returned to his chair immediately, sitting upright as he looked at you with doe eyes. If you weren’t so mad, you would’ve melted at the sight of him like that. And the Bucky Barnes? The CEO? Obeying you like a good little boy? Huh, what an interesting concept. You mentally took note of a certain kink that you might enjoy. But for now, you were mad at him and you were going to make him understand why.

“Number one, I don’t particularly enjoy it when you tease me in front of everyone else. We talked about staying professional when there’s work involved and what you did during the mancom was definitely not professional.” You told him.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back not when your ass looked so fuckin’ tight in that skirt of yours. Can you blame me?” Bucky almost whined.

“Keep it in your pants, Barnes. I’m not yet done.” You reminded him and went over your second point.

“Number two, we almost got caught to the point of the HR deciding to hold a seminar on workplace ethics! Do you know how awkward it would be for me to sit there and listen to scenarios about office misconduct? Most of which we’ve probably done. I’d sweat like a whore in church!” You hissed.

Which scenarios could that be? Fucking inside the janitor’s supply closet? Check. Doing the nasty in one of the bathroom cubicles? Check that twice. Giving a blowjob beside the fax machine during lunch break? Triple check that shit.

“And oh, you sent me a dick pic using your work e-mail! You do know that the IT can access our computers right? Almost gave me a heart attack when it flashed on my monitor.” You asked in a huff.

Bucky snickered, “Are you forgetting that I’m the CEO? Baby, I can easily clean up our mess.” He reassured and stood up, approaching you.

You shook your head, “That’s exactly the point, Bucky. You are the CEO and I’m an employee. You may not understand it but I’m scared. If we get caught, it’s over for me. Whether you have it cleaned up or not, I’d still be the one at risk here. You’ll never be in the same position as I am. People won’t call you names if we get caught. No matter what happens, I’d always get the short end of the stick.”

You didn’t mean to be all serious, talking about the possible misogynistic outcome of your relationship with Bucky. As much as you enjoyed it, it still scared the living daylights out of you. Some were already spreading rumors about your promotion, getting caught would only add fuel to the fire.

Bucky sighed and nodded, “I’m sorry. I didn’t try to understand where you were coming from.” He genuinely apologized.

“If it scares you that much, then let’s make it official.”

You deadpanned at him, “Make what official, Bucky?” You asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity.

Bucky shrugged and motioned his hand between the both of you, “This...us.” He simply said.

You scoffed, “Tell the entire office that we’re fucking every chance we get? Are you out of your mind?”

Bucky ran a hand through his cropped hair, “Not like that. Look, we’ve been at it for what? Two? Three months now? We might as well make this into an official relationship.”

You blushed at Bucky’s suggestion. Sure, you practically jumped at the opportunity to fuck your boss when he asked you. But were you an easy bitch in general? Of course not, even with how thirsty you were for him, you still had a little bit of appreciation for the old-fashioned ways.

Pushing Bucky’s chest away, you shook your head at him. “That’s now how relationships work, Bucky. You can’t fuck your way into my heart.”

Bucky laughed and bit his lip, “Fine. Then I’ll do it properly.” He said so easily you were starting to wonder whether he was fucking with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, “I don’t believe you.” You said.

“You will, baby. I’ll make sure of that. We’ll do it old-school.” He said, caressing your cheek.

You were caught off guard but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Bucky had been an amazing lover and in the past months you’ve fucked, he treated you with respect and took good care of you. He brought you dinner, drove you home and texted you good night. Sometimes he’d text you during the weekends too.

“Old-school it is then.” You shrugged as if it was no big deal but oh, it was a big deal.

Bucky nodded with a grin, “Okay. But...” he trailed, his smile turning upside down in deep thought.

“Does that mean we’d stop fucking each other for the mean time?” He asked.

You snickered, “I said you can’t fuck your way into my heart, not my pussy. So sit down and let me suck your cock.”

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owo-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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Sorry sorry apologies for sending so many characters!!

Kiyotaka, Nekomaru, and Fuyuhiko then a h a

With a delinquent s/o that doesn't take anyone's shit but is the sweetest person to their lover.

Like they'll wack someone to shut them up and then be cuddling into their lover like a cat five minutes later.

Just a sweetheart who isn't afraid to give a punch

Again so sorry for sending too many characters before, I hope this is alright!!

×Vex ∆

Lol its fine, not many people read my rules anyway. MC is kind of an asshole because. That’s how delinquents are.

Kiyotaka, Nekomaru and Fuyuhiko dating a delinquent

(CWs; mentions of bullying, beating people up, break ups)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

You two probably started talking because he kept giving you detention for hitting people.

"Y/N! Why on earth did you punch Asahina!"

"She was being a pain in the ass. Who cares about her diet?"

He drags a hand down his face and gives his usual answer, even though you've been in detention enough to get a frequent flier card.

If you two get together he's going to get on your case about not breaking the rules and being more polite to everyone.

If you punch Hina in the face and make her cry again, he'll lecture you in place of your date.

Don't try to hide it and pretend that you've changed to his face. That would probably be a deal breaker for him if he found out you were still beating people up behind his back and telling him that you had stopped.

Even if you're hitting assholes, unless you're punching Teruteru into the sun for his general actions he'll still tell you that violence should be a last resort.

Overall…… if you don't want to change, you two wouldn't make a great couple. But if you're willing to pull it back, you'd be a really nice couple!

Nekomaru Nidai

Okay yeah this man gives no fucks

As long as you aren't beating people up without consent he doesn't care at all.

"Nekomaru! Your partner is brawling with Akane!" Yells Kiyotaka. "I know! Why do you think I'm getting clean towels!" He booms in response, and Taka can't think of a response.

If you nestle yourself into his arms after a fight he'll love it. He loves the smell of people being active and sweat is one of those things.

If you punch down, though, to people who can't fight back, that's when he gets unhappy. He'll straight up hold you back from them and hold talks between you and him to find out why you're doing it.

He doesn't appreciate the double standard, either- people will tell him how you're acting, and if enough people do so he'll sit down with you and find out the truth.

He has an extremely low tolerance for bullies in my opinion, so he wouldn’t try and fix you. Either you shape up and stop bruising Mikans shins when she stutters too much or you’re done.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Oh boy.

You were probably threatening some kid for their lunch when he passed by, but the fact that he didn’t try and stop you or just look away nervously piqued your interest.

Of course, the first time you tried to talk to him you tried to kabe don him and Peko ripped you away and trapped you on the ground as she assumed you were trying to threaten him.

Once the misunderstanding is cleared up and you two get together, he doesn’t give two shits about what you do. If they didn’t want to get hit, they should learn to defend themself. Not his problem.

He really likes the affection, probably, but don’t do it in public or where his family can see. He’ll be incredibly embarrassed and shove you away if you do so anyway.

Toxic masculinity babyyy!!

Peko, who would never admit it on pain of death, worries a tad about you two. At least it’s helping prepare Fuyuhiko for taking on the role of the leader…?

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa x reader #dr x reader #kiyotaka x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #fuyuhiko x reader #nekomaru x reader #nekomaru nidai x reader

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sunarintoes · 3 years ago

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Pretty Setter Squad Boyfriend Headcanons

part one can be found here II wc: 2.4k II includes: kageyama, suga, kenma, akaashi, semi and oikawa II atsumu and shirabu

rewriting because i cringe at the old hcs 😭

✗ Kagggggsss

✗ The emotionally constipated blueberry <3 oh yeahh 😎

✗ Okay well first off he can barely process his emotions (*cough* evidently *cough*)

✗ When you two first started going out he was quite shy and unsure of what to do so you may have had to guide him a bit, but if youre equally shy then it just would have taken longer to get to where you are now; oh and if that was the case it probably took some random burst of energy/confidence from either one of you to make the first move.

✗ He will buy you milk but uf you hate it (like me 🤢) he will buy you another drink - like juice :D

✗ I dont think he will be the most affectionate, it’s not his love language - and neither are words haHAH. His love language is most likely quality time and gift giving.

✗ He does like to cuddle though 😳

✗ In fact he really likes to :D his favourite is when youre sitting in his lap while he watches a volleyball game (at home - he hates pda).

✗ This brings us to our next, short point. Kageyama absolutely despises pda, he just thinks its something meant for closed doors and he does not believe that he has to display his relationship for the whole world to ogle at. The most he will do is light hand holding - mostly just linking your pinkies though.

✗ When it comes to height he does not care if you're smaller or taller than him ← but bb, please don't tease him about his height if he’s shorter because he will blow a fuse.

✗ He alternates between small spoon and big spoon, kinda depending on his mood.

✗ BOY O BOY does he get jealous. Uh please reign in your setter >:(

✗ Its mostly due to the fact that he’s insecure about himself - he thinks you will leave him like everyone else (in middle school - yes, he is still traumatised from it.)

✗ When he does get jealous he might be snappy to the other person and glare at them or be snappy at you and glare at you. When this happens please give him space because he needs it to clear his head. When he feels better he will come up to you and hug you into his chest so that he can’t see your face and you cant see his, then he will mumble an apology.

✗ Ever since you two began to date he has practiced apologising and getting better at apologising, this is because his inability to admit to his own mistakes was a sour patch in your relationship that almost ended it but he really did not want to lose you so he sucked up his pride and worked on what he had to; of course you also worked in what you had to. God I love character development 😩

✗ Dates are mostly at home dates or dates revolving around volleyball. If you're not into volleyball, Kageyama would not date you, it's something he is so passionate about and loves with every breath he takes (like you) and he refuses to compromise one love for the other.

✗ ooooh he likes arcade dates a well! He thrives in a competitive environment. If you're not competitive and don't want to compete against him then he’ll compete for you - against the machines lol. Of course you play as well! But i doubt youre as competitive as this blueberry, and if you are - well i guess at the end of the day youll both be stacked in tokens 🤠

✗ Sugawara my beloved <33

✗ He. Is. So. Affectionate!

✗ Mans loves skin on skin contact ykwim?

✗ He is down for pda and does not care what others think - only what you think <3.

✗ I mean he might make out with you in public if you ask nicely

✗ Dates are very fun with him, he’ll take you to cafes, to amusement parks, to carnivals, to movies and all the like. He’s a cliche lover and he’s proud of it.

✗ Your first kiss happened on New Years Eve/Day. The two of you sat on the roof of his house and watched as the fireworks lit up the starry sky of Miyagi and chanted the count down together. The second ‘one’ left your lips he grabbed your face (softly!!) and pulled you in to crash his lips against yours.

✗ Suga loves to cuddle, preferably face to face because he just thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world.

✗ He is not the most jealous person, he definitely does get jealous but never of strangers. It's more when his close friends or your close friends get a bit too comfortable if that makes sense? He normally plays it off with humour and messes around because he acknowledges that he is insecure and that it is most likely him thinking of the worst case scenario; however if he really does start to worry and get jealous then he will sit you down and talk about it with you. To him, communication is key.

✗ Ngl Kenma is definitely in my top 3 favourites.

✗ I may or may not be a Kenma kinnie 😳🙈

✗ i love my non-toxic gamer boy <33 anywho: no matter what ANYONE says, kenma is definitely affectionate. In fact I'd say he’s one of the most affectionate boyfriends. As we all know, he is shy and introverted but he likes to hang around and spend time with people he likes. He also talks a lot to them. So I hc that he’s a bit of a chatterbox with you and it makes him really happy when you let him talk about a game or a theory he has. He’s a great listener so you can count on him to pay attention to what you say.

✗ if you didn't already have one, he bought you a switch. He loves video game dates especially when he can't see you in person (*cough* lockdown *cough*)

✗ he loves when you sit on his lap when he plays video games. I know everyone talks about sitting on their partner’s lap as some sexual thing and yeah that can happen but most of the time he’s really soft with you and just enjoys being close to you. Loves when you cuddle into him while he plays so that he can place his head on yours or your shoulder.

✗ i think he is a bit shy when it comes to kisses but definitely warms up after a while. He absolutely refuses to sleep if he doesnt get your goodnight kisses. He loves to kiss you on your nose and your cheeks the most. He loves when you kiss him on the forehead and the nose <3

✗ kenma is not one for pda, it's just not his vibe. He prefers intimacy and privacy; his relationship is not a movie for the world to watch and gawk at. Especially timeskip!kenma. Though that does not mean he wont ever show you skinship in public, occasionally he will softly hold your hand and maybe press a light kiss to your cheek.

✗ in terms of jealousy, he is moderate. Kenma, as we all know, has incredible people reading skills, so he understands the situation pretty clearly and knows when you’re uncomfortable/what you think of the situation. Most of the time you can deal with the unwanted attention and he doesnt get jealous, but he does get insecure. He shows this by going quiet and looking away when you look at him, you can cure this by giving him hugs when you get home.

✗ Akaashi my beloved <3 he’s so pretty i can't even-

✗ ugh! Just imagine him in a dark/light academia aesthetic.

✗ perfection.

✗ akaashi is the sweetest most attentive boyfriend, he loves you to pieces and never fails to let you know. He tells you he loves you every morning and every night. He probably makes meals for you and leaves notes in that have a sweet comment like “i love you, you're the best <3”

✗ he love back hugging you BUT also receiving back hugs 🥺✨

✗ akaashi is a booknerd and an introvert. Please cuddle up to him and let him read his book to you.

✗ there are only 2 things that can restore his social battery: sleeping and you.

✗ which means he wants cuddles when he’s tired 😊

✗ he is not jealous. He just doesn't get jealous, maybe annoyed if the third party is being a bit too pushy and you're clearly uncomfortable, but he just never feels jealous. No matter how hard you may try to make him jealous (plz dont cause that's kinda toxic imo) he just won't feel that way.

✗ definitely the ‘mom/dad’ as he carries sinister, pads, bandaids → a whole first aid kit basically, everywhere. Bb must be prepared.

✗ dates are so sweet with him, cute niche cafes and dimly lit libraries. Maybe the occasional abandoned building. He loves spending time with you, so really he's happiest whenever he’s with you; having coffee at McDonalds or a niche cafe won't change anything.

✗ he’s hard to pinpoint for pda. I feel like he’s indifferent about it. He probably prefers to keep it indoors or to just small and sweet gestures (no making out in public sorry-). It definitely comes down to your preferences, if you don't like it then he won't and vice versa.

✗ semi semi semi semi semi semi

✗ omg mr musician

✗ he definitely plays guitar - lead guitar and bass guitar.

✗ skilled fingies for sure 😗

✗ boy why are musicians so hot???? 😫😫😫💦💦

✗ he writes songs about you. Semsem has a bit of trouble saying exactly how he feels, so he writes it and sings it to you with a small little smile and eyes full of love.

✗ off topic but Semu has the best music taste in haikyuu

✗ he loves hugs so much <33 please hug and cuddle with him 24/7

✗ very affectionate, he’s always touching you someway. Loves kissing your forehead.

✗ he is jealous. Yeah definitely. He writes songs about being jealous 🗿 not that you mind of course ‘cause they're bangers. I think he might get snappy when he’s jealous, not directly at you but at the other person. He definitely gets a bit bitchy. Sometimes he acts that way to you so you've just gotta slap some sense into him. Say something like “what's your problem?” or “tell me what your problem is so i can help fix it.” ← that's probably the best thing to say.

✗ afterwards he’ll just snuggle with you until he feels better.

✗ he asks for your opinion about his songs all the time, please be honest (but also praise them if you like them lol)

✗ he takes you to niche spots he finds, like hidden concerts and stuff. Loves when you come to his gigs <3 oh and when you scream for him (in more ways than one).

✗ dates are cute and fun. Mostly walking around together → carnivals, main street, farmers market. Those kind of things.

✗ when it comes to pda he loves it. Loves being able to show the world who his s/o is. If you don't like it then he will tone it down and only do what you’re comfortable with. If you're also into pda then he will happily make out with you anywhere (you're one of THOSE couples 🤢 /j)

✗ all round best boyfie <3

✗ oikawa 😳 have i told y'all how much i love him? Oikawa is the best written character, no cap, he is so complex and real it's crazy. It's so fun to write about him because you can pick him apart, you know his flaws, his weaknesses, his nightmares but also his strengths and dreams. Anywho i'll stop ranting now but i just love writing for such a perfectly imperfect character-

✗ he puts up a cocky exterior but thats all false. He's as scared as you are, he's scared that you'll leave him like his exes because of how obsessed and focused he is on volleyball. However he is a changed man, he's learned to balance his priorities. If you ever feel like you're being sidelined please communicate with him.

✗ he values communication above all else and wants nothing more in a partner than for them to also value communication.

✗ back to the point → if you feel insecure of your relationship and that volleyball is taking too much of his attention let him know. He will change that. To an extent → he may have an important game coming up which is why he is focusing more, but he will always find time for you.

✗ he never forgets to text you good morning and good night. He also sends you wholesome memes and makes sure you're taking care of yourself - they're like reminders for him to also take care of himself.

✗ he is both jealous and insecure. Everyone who gets too close to you or spends a lot of time with you, he is jealous of. Jealous because he wishes he could spend more time with you but he knows he can't - not without jeopardising his volleyball career. He's also insecure, because he knows you could just leave him for a more fulfilling, more attentive, more balanced relationship. You know that too, I mean, of course you could leave him but no one would be as good as him. No one could match up to your beautifully flawed boyfriend.

✗ he is affectionate, very, very affectionate. He loves you so much. And because he spends so much time on volleyball, anytime with you he's touching you - memorizing every dint, every curve, everything about you so that he won't ever forget.

✗ Oikawa has trouble sleeping unless he's with you, he wants to sling to you in his sleep and be grounded and remember that he is loved and cherished and appreciated y'know?

✗ pda is not an issue for him. He doesn't care what anyone else says or thinks :P in this relationship the only opinions that matter are his and your’s. Tell him you're uncomfortable with something and he won't do it, and vice versa. But otherwise, like Semi, he won't mind having a good makeout session with you in the middle of the street ;)

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 9 - FINALE)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 7.2k

warnings: smut (oral f receiving), semi-public sex (in a parked car) angst, arguments, implied smut, sappiness, time skips, some alcohol consumption here and there, lots of talking about issues including bucky's ptsd, I really have no idea how to warn for this but IT’S THE END SO STRAP IN FOLKS

Since that night, it had been like a stand-off in a Western movie, none of you saying anything because you had no idea what to say. Whenever he tried to start the conversation, you brushed him off.

You took a cab home from the event. He slept in his own room for the first time in months.

Finally, suddenly, you were ready to talk about it nearly 30 hours later, knocking on the guest room door and entering to find Bucky on his bed, re-reading Flowers for Algernon. He sat up quickly and shut it, setting it aside. “Hey,” he greeted softly, hesitant like you were a deer in a clearing and he was extending a handful of grain in his palm.

“Hey,” you returned, already fighting back your emotions. “I think I’m ready to talk.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “I’m ready to listen.”

“I just… I want to make sure that you understand this is a really big deal.”

He nodded again.

“I had to do a lot of damage control to prevent being banned from all HFPA events— that includes the Golden Globes, you know, I can’t exactly skip those just because my boyfriend went fucking nuts at a party.” And there was the anger again— you had tried to wait until you could be neutral about this but it barely lasted, mainly because you were still embarrassed about the way you’d handled yourself that night. “You’re lucky not many people saw; you’re lucky no reporters were there! Can you imagine if someone had a fucking picture of this? There were cameras everywhere, what the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking!” he defended. “I saw you with him and he was touching you and I just… I saw red.”

You sighed slowly. “That’s not a good thing. That’s really, really concerning.”

“I know, I agree— you’re right. I need…” he trailed off, taking a breath before starting over. “I need to work on that.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I just… I can’t really be a part of that. You need to work on that on your own.”

He stood up instantly, almost looking… afraid? Terrified, really, and heartbroken. “On my own, like what? What does that mean?”

“It means that I think maybe you should go back to your own apartment for a while. I just… need to be alone for a bit.”

“You need to be alone?” he repeated. “Or you need to be away from me?’

“Both.”

His head fell into his hands instantly. "Please don't tell me I fucked this up," he whimpered. "Please don't tell me I ruined this."

"I— I don't know."

"Please, please, please," he sighed, just louder than a whisper, suddenly stepping forward, grabbing your hand and clutching it to his chest. "Look at me," he begged.

You did, hesitantly, fighting everything in you that wanted to cry (and not doing so good of a job at it).

"Please, I lo—"

"Don't," you grimaced. "Don't say that."

"But it's true."

"It doesn't matter!" you yelped, surprising both of you with your volume.

“Are we going to have a chance to talk about this again? Am I going to get a chance to make it up to you?”

“You don’t make it up to me, you fix it. And that takes time.”

He shook his head, looking shocked and confused and completely blindsided which made you feel sick to your stomach. “How long?”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“Am I not going to see you at all, for however long it takes?” he pressed.

“I… that’s sort of the idea.”

He shivered and pulled you into a hug. “Please don’t hate me forever,” he whispered against the top of your head.

“I don’t hate you,” you promised, doing your best not to hug him back even though all you wanted was to wrap yourself around him and feel safe in his arms again.

“Then don’t make me go,” he pleaded as he pulled back, clutching your face. “Let me stay and we can work through this together.”

“That’s not how this works,” you reminded him

“But I don’t know how to be without you,” he explained shakily.

“That’s not really my problem!” you yelped, and he turned away like he’d been slapped, dropping his hands from your face. A long, heavy silence fell between you as you watched him stand there, contemplating.

“If this is my last chance,” he finally spoke softly, barely breaking the silence, “to say everything I want to say…”

“It’s not,” you assured. “We’re going to talk about this again, but you need to go now.”

He nodded, his adam’s apple bobbing with a swallow of nothing. When he looked at you again, you hated how much bluer his eyes looked when they were bloodshot and filled with tears. “Can I kiss you?”

You shook your head. He bit his lip and turned to walk away; you stared at your feet because you couldn’t watch him go.

You heard him grab his backpack, shoving a few things from the drawers into it; he set his key on the table, walked into the open hall, and as soon as you heard the front door open and shut you were plunged into solitude and silence. With a whimper, you crumpled to the floor and cried, the look of betrayal on his face burned into your mind.

It was obvious, to your horror, that he really hadn’t seen it coming; he hadn’t packed his things, or prepared in any way for the conversation going like that. He had been waiting for an olive branch and got a switch to the face instead. You didn’t know anything about working on relationships, repairing broken things… when something went wrong, all you knew how to do was bail.

You knew how to do a new take and say the line right this time. You knew how to take off your eyeliner and start over. You knew how to kick unsuspecting C-listers out of cars because you already got yours. But you didn’t know how to stay, and work, and frankly you were just too scared to try. Last time you tried to make it work, you got burned. And as much as a logical part of you knew that wasn’t Bucky’s fault or responsibility, your heart just couldn’t survive another relationship where you put everything into putting the pieces back together while the other person stood there and watched you just to pull them apart again.

It had to end at some point, right? It was you, it was him… and that’s just how these things go.

He knew it was too good to be true. He knew you were too good for him. Anybody with at least one eyeball and half a brain could see that. But still, he hadn’t been ready to let you go.

Being in his apartment felt like stopping in a ghost town; there might as well have been a tumbleweed rolling through the living room. It was beyond a bachelor pad: it was more like an unfinished work site, considering his ‘couch’ was cinderblocks and a few two-by-fours, and his bed was a mattress on the floor.

One toothbrush. No books. A half-empty shampoo bottle in the shower and some hard water stains he needed to scrub away at some point.

This place didn’t feel like a home, it barely felt like a livable space. It was a three-dimensional homage to how empty his life had been before you, and he realized that was only his own fault.

Then again, this was all his fault.

But still, he had let himself obsess over you, turn you into his whole world and it made him into somebody he didn’t want to be. He had been working so hard to keep you happy, inspired more than anything by his fear to lose you, that he’d forgotten to give you space and now here he was… giving you so much more space than he ever wanted to, or knew how to deal with.

But he wanted to use this, if he could. As much as it was tempting to binge on junk food, drink too much and watch porn for an hour, as much as he wanted to run away from everything he was feeling, he owed it to you and to himself to face it all and learn from it. He wanted to be the man you deserved, if that was even humanly possible; he wanted to be who you used to think he was.

The next week went by in a blur: a blur filled with shitty romcoms, Ben & Jerry’s straight from the carton, and phone calls ignored.

It would all be fine with time, you knew that, but god, it fucking hurt now. It made you want to call him and at least apologize for having sex with him when you knew he wouldn’t have wanted to if he knew you were upset. More time and distance from the situation made you appreciate that it was manipulative, even if it by no means justified the way he grabbed you, or shoving anybody in the first place.

Truth was, you were scared of Bucky long before that happened. You were scared of how strong your feelings were for him; and, in turn, you were scared of how strong his feelings were for you. You felt loved by him, and you didn’t know what to do with that. So you self-destructed.

Just in time to tear you out of your spiralling thoughts, the intercom buzzed from the front gate. You furrowed your brow, wondering who it could be, and got up to check the camera feed.

You couldn’t see the face of the driver, just his arm, but you’d recognize that Rolex on his wrist anywhere.

“What do you want?” you asked coldly, holding down the intercom talk button.

"Let me in," Sam instructed.

"And why should I?"

"Cause if you don't, I'll press charges against your boyfriend."

BEEP BEEP BEEP! the gate announced its opening.

You took the time while he parked his car and walked to the door to throw out the wrappers from all your questionable “meals” (i.e., candy and ramen), change into slightly nicer sweats and splash your face so you looked slightly less dead. Just as you came downstairs from your rushed primping, Sam knocked on the door and you turned off the TV, tossing the remote aside. “It’s open!” you called out.

He turned the knob and stepped in with just one foot, peering around.

“Is the Terminator home?” he asked coyly. “Cause I actually think I’ve been assaulted enough for one week.”

“No, he’s gone. And don’t call him that.”

“What?” he shrugged, finally coming all the way in and letting the door swing shut on its own, taking his shades off and sliding them into the collar of his v-neck shirt. “It’s a compliment, and you really invite the killer robot comparisons when you’re part robot, look like a killer, and act like a thug.”

“He’s sensitive about the arm, okay? It’s one of the reasons he… it’s part of why we waited so long to go public.”

Sam glanced down to beside the door, where three pairs of your shoes were haphazardly lined up while his boots were noticeably absent. “And the fact that he’s moved out? When’s that gonna go public?” He always had an eye for these things, the bastard.

“I… I don’t know,” you sighed. “What do you want, exactly? Because honestly, I really can’t handle you right now.”

“I’m just trying to be a friend,” he explained, stepping closer again as you leaned against the breakfast bar.

“You seemed a lot more than friendly on Saturday,” you reminded him. “God, Sam, why did you have to do that?”

“So it’s my fault, then?” he rolled his eyes.

“No, of course not,” you assured, “but you knew I wasn’t single. I was actually happy… did you even want me back? Or did you just want to fuck with my life?”

“I did want you back, really.” He paused for a moment, more serious than he almost ever got. “I still do.”

You scoffed, looking away. “What happened to just being a friend?”

“That’s not why I’m here, this time. I’m just here to tell you that I’m worried about you.”

You took your weight off the bar and circled it into the kitchen, Sam mirroring you by following around the other side. “Do you want something to drink?” you asked, opening the fridge. He opened his mouth to answer but then leaned in as he stared at your hand where it was right in front of his face gripping the refrigerator’s door handle.

"He did that to you?" Sam pointed to the bruise on your wrist. You let go of the fridge and pulled your sleeve down to cover it again but that was answer enough. "Jesus, babe, this guy's fucking crazy."

"He's not crazy, and don't call me that," you frowned. "I don't think he meant to, really— his prosthetic is powerful and it was in need of a recalibration. He shouldn’t have grabbed me, but, he probably didn’t mean to do it so hard.”

Sam didn’t seem too convinced by that explanation, but didn’t say anything.

“Believe it or don’t, Sam, but either way it’s none of your business,” you frowned.

“Right, I know,” he nodded. “I just want what’s best for you.”

“And that’s you?” you pressed with an incredulous raised brow, opening the fridge again to grab yourself a green juice (because you were, again, trying to look like you had your shit together) and starting to walk away.

“I’ve changed, believe it or not,” he explained as he followed you out of the kitchen again. “Occasionally, people are capable of that.”

“If that’s true, then I owe it to Bucky to wait for him like I said I would,” you shot back. “I told him to leave so we could work on things separately. Not so I could entertain your come-to-Jesus moment.”

“It’s not a ‘come-to-Jesus’ moment, it’s just a ‘give me another chance’ moment,” he corrected as you took a long sip of the juice, “it’s a ‘maybe we ended things too soon’ moment.”

You looked at him in silent judgment as you kept drinking, and the way he was looking at you made you glad the glass bottle was keeping your lips occupied.

“It’s an ‘I’m still in love with you’ moment.”

Before you could stop yourself, you spit the juice right onto him, covering your mouth in shock just a moment too late.

For one of those indefinite moments, you were just staring at each other while you both contemplated that you had said he loved you and you had spat juice onto him.

“Okay, I was prepared to get shot down,” he admitted. “This is… worse.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you rushed, trying not to laugh, “I… I’ll get some paper towels, I can get you a new shirt, but it’ll have to be one of the ones Bucky left behind…”

“Oh god, it’s sticky,” he grimaced, as he tried to peel his shirt from his skin, “can I just use your shower maybe?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you nodded, “upstairs and down—”

“I remember where it is,” he reminded you as he stepped past you to make his way to the bathroom. “I knew I should’ve waited to say it until she was done drinking…” you heard him mumble to himself before he disappeared and you heard the bathroom door shut.

But truthfully, it wasn’t really the fact that he said it, or the concept of Sam loving you at all that made you spit out your drink. It was that when he said it, you realized you were in love with Bucky. Which, yes, would’ve been obvious to anyone else but it came as quite a shock to you.

It made you realize that you wanted to make this work. You wanted to be vulnerable, you wanted to try, even if it ended just as badly as it nearly had last week; even if it meant dealing with all the shit that you’d pushed down for so long.

You wanted to have another chance, this time knowing how hard it would be to be without him.

Just as you pondered what to do with that realization, a knock at the door startled you. Who could have made it to the door without buzzing the intercom?

Somebody who has the gate code already, you realized, and your heart sank. You weren’t ready to see him again— specifically, you weren’t ready to be seen by him again. Sure, cleaning up the trash and splashing your face was enough for a guest like Sam, but you had been imagining that when you saw Bucky again you’d be all dolled up looking like you were doing better than ever, like you were thriving without him just to rub it in that you were the best he ever had.

Couldn’t he have just waited a few hours after your realization so you could go to him on your own terms, with your whole speech prepared and everything? As an actress, you were much more comfortable reading lines than improvising.

Another knock made you sigh and set down the half-empty bottle of green juice, running up to the door to answer it.

“Hi,” he greeted soberly when you opened the door.

“Hey,” you nodded back, “listen, now’s not a great time…”

“Listen, I’m not here to cause any problems, or ask you for anything, I just need some of my stuff back,” he explained.

“Okay, it would’ve been better if you had come at another time—”

“I know, I’m not trying to invade your space,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have used the gate code, I didn’t mean to surprise you, honestly it was just second nature but I realize now I should’ve called first— well, I don’t think you’re taking my calls right now—”

“Bucky, please, we can talk later,” you assured, trying to shut the door.

“Can we?” he sighed. “I mean, will we?”

“Yes, but I’m busy right now,” you explained.

“When?” he asked, voice full of hope. “Soon?”

“I— I don’t know, sure,” you shrugged.

“You’re just saying that to get me to leave,” he realized flatly. “I understand, I don’t blame you— god, I just hate how scared you are of me. I’m everything I never wanted to be. I just wanted to keep you safe and now I can’t even do that, now you think of me as a threat. You should have the gate code changed, if it’ll make you sleep better—”

“I sleep fine, just go and we’ll deal with all of this soon— really, I promise!”

“You promised before and this week without you has been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do!” he returned, getting more emotional as he gestured with his hands. “I’m not saying this should all go away in a week, there’s so much more I have to do, but… but not being able to see you at all is killing me. And it’s not like I don’t see you, your movies are on every fucking channel, but you know, I don’t get to really see you, talk to you— that’s what I miss, I miss when we would talk for hours.”

“I miss that too,” you agreed, “it’s all going to happen, it’s just that I need you to go right now—”

And of course, Sam picked just the right time to come running down your staircase with only a towel around his waist.

Bucky tensed up as he saw Sam, jaw tightening. "Oh."

You had no idea what would happen. Was Bucky going to attack him again? Would Sam try to hit Bucky? Were you going to drop dead from sheer embarrassment?

Instead, Bucky just sighed a little and looked to the ground, almost laughing though he seemed anything but amused. “You’ve got a funny idea of what ‘being alone’ means,” he sneered.

“Sam was just—” you began to defend.

"No, it’s okay, I see how it is," Bucky informed you quietly, coldly. He didn’t even seem angry anymore, just defeated. "I'll leave. I'm sorry that I… I'm sorry."

And he turned to leave, you reached out and grabbed his arm. "Wait, it's not—"

He shrugged your hand away as he kept walking, forcing you to chase him.

"Don't leave, please— Bucky, I love you too."

He stopped, but didn't turn around yet; you just stood behind him, staring at his back as it rose and fell with a slow breath. When he looked back at you, his eyes were red, brimming with tears and heartbreak. "Don't say things you don't mean."

"I mean it," you promised.

“And what does that mean for us?”

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted.

“I don’t think I’m ready to come back yet. As much as I miss living with you— and as much as my apartment is so gross—”

You giggled a little, glad you could laugh with him again even if just for a second.

“I need more time. I’m not going to subject you to me until I know I can be… stable, again.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “Whatever you need.”

“But maybe we could… go out sometime? Somewhere where there aren’t paparazzi, ideally?”

“Uh, Vermont?” you offered jokingly. “I’ll find somewhere, though. We’ll talk this all out.”

He nodded slowly, swallowing a little. “Okay.”

With obvious hesitance, he leaned in slightly and gave you a kiss on the forehead. You wanted more than anything to get up on your tiptoes and kiss his lips, but it was probably too soon. He smiled down at you slightly before he turned to walk away, and you did the same as you made it back into the house.

“Hey, listen,” you began as you found Sam still waiting in a towel looking completely lost.

“That doesn’t sound like the beginning of good news,” he sighed.

“I’m so glad you were honest with me and I’m still really sorry for spitting on you, and for Bucky shoving you, and for everything awful that went down between us. And some part of me is always gonna love you, but—”

“I know,” he nodded, clearly disappointed but resigned in a peaceful way. “It’s okay. I had my chance, I blew it, and if this Bucky guy has his then I just hope he isn’t taking it for granted.”

You smiled a little. “He’s not.”

“Then I’ll get dressed and go. Please direct me to his favorite shirt, so that I may steal it,” he requested formally, making you laugh, but you weren’t ready to let it go just yet; instead, you stepped forward and pulled him into a hug.

“You’re a good friend, Sam,” you mumbled against his bare chest.

“Yeah, kinda wish I wasn’t though,” he sighed as he hugged you back.

“Kinda wish I’d made you get dressed before hugging you,” you admitted, the awkwardness of his nudity finally catching up with you.

“Yeah…” he agreed in a whispered sigh.

His palms were actually sweaty; well, at least one of them was. He hadn’t been this worked up about a date since high school.

But there was so much more riding on that now than there was then. If he blew this, you probably would dump him for good, and he’d become ‘that guy Y/N Y/L/N dated for a minute’ to the rest of the world.

And there was so much more to him than that— he was learning to really let that shine after three weeks of therapy on Mondays and Thursdays— and so much more to his relationship with you, but it would still be pretty humiliating. More importantly, he would be heartbroken if he never got a chance to hold you again, kiss you again, tell you he loved you not during a fight…

His eyes glanced to the door instinctively when someone stepped in, but it still wasn’t you. He checked his watch and closed his eyes: it was still a few minutes early, you probably wouldn’t be here until 6:30, since that was when you’d agreed to meet when you discussed all this over text. But the length of time between 6:27 and 6:30 just seemed to keep getting longer and longer.

When you finally walked in, it was like one of those movie moments where everything slowed down, the ambient noise and background music faded away, and all he could see was you. If this was it, at least he got to see you like this one last time.

He waved you over, watching you walk closer and feeling his heart race as you pulled him into a hug.

“I missed you,” he blurted out right away.

“Missed you too,” you mumbled back, pulling from the embrace as he moved to pull out your chair for you.

“So,” he began as he sat down, “do you… want me to go first? Or do you want to go first?”

“I love you,” you said instantly, and he couldn’t fight a wide smile.

“I love you too,” he whispered back.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” you grinned, “I think you should go first.”

“Well, now that you say that suddenly I forget everything I’ve been practicing in the mirror all day,” he chuckled. “I already told you I’ve been in therapy, and they finally got me on stuff for my PTSD… it feels weird to say it, to talk about it like I really have it… but I do, and I’m working on not being ashamed of that. What I am ashamed of is the way I treated you that day, how I let my anger get the best of me and how I hurt you when you’re the most important person in my life. You didn’t deserve that. And if I haven’t said it enough, I’m truly sorry.”

“I know,” you nodded, “thank you. I’m glad you’re getting help… I don’t want to see you like that for your own sake, too.”

“Just because you don’t hate me doesn’t mean you have to forgive me. And just because you forgive me doesn’t mean you have to take me back,” he reminded you softly.

“But I do forgive you, and I do want you back,” you promised. “And I want to apologize, too, for the things I did wrong… obviously it’s basically impossible for me to hurt you physically, you’re so much stronger than I am, but I hurt you with how I handled some things and I regret that.”

“It did hurt, but I still reacted poorly at basically every turn. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous of Sam in the first place, if you and him have something going on then that’s none of my business—”

“Of course it’s your business, Bucky, you’re my boyfriend!” you laughed. “You don’t need to be jumping for joy when I talk to my ex, you just need to not be that aggressive about it.”

“Am I your boyfriend?” he asked sheepishly. “Is he your ex?”

"When you came over the other day, and he was there… nothing happened, really. He came over, I told him I didn't want to be anything more than friends, he asked to use my shower… I don't know how to prove it to you—"

"You don't have to," he shook his head. "If you say nothing happened, then nothing happened."

“I mean, we hugged,” you remembered. “And he took your Fleetwood Mac shirt.”

“He what?” Bucky yelped, but then calmed himself down immediately. “Whatever, it’s fine, the point is that I have a lot of shit I still need to work on. Because the truth is, you’re not mine—”

“No, I—”

“Really, you’re not. You’re your own person. That’s what made me fall in love with you in the first place, I love that you’re independent and strong and… maybe a little crazy, but you’re exactly who you need to be. You don’t belong to me.”

“I don’t mind belonging to you as long as it’s fair, Bucky; as long as we belong to each other.”

“Sweetheart, you always had me,” he laughed. “From day one.”

“Then let’s figure your shit out. Believe it or not, I’ve got shit too… commitment issues, abandonment issues, daddy issues—”

“Ooh, I have that one too!” he beamed, making you laugh. “You know, when I was talking to my therapist, she had me do this thing where I talked about my hopes and stuff and, I don’t know, maybe it’s dumb but I wanted us to do that. I want to know what you’re hoping for for this.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “well, I’m hoping that you’ll move back in soon but not right away, maybe in a few months? I want us to get better at being apart, it’ll come in handy when I have to go to far off places for filming and stuff.”

“Totally with you,” he agreed, “might have to start buying some real furniture for my place though.”

“What about you?” you prompted.

“I’m hoping that you still think I'm cute enough to put up with some of my crap," he smirked, "if not all of it."

"Definitely," you grinned.

“I’m hoping that in the future, if you’re upset, you’ll tell me and we can work it out, and then have make-up sex," he added.

“Deal,” you chuckled.

“And, if I’m being honest,” he continued, leaning in closer and lowering his voice, “I’m hoping that I can take you home tonight.”

It was so simple, but it made a shiver run down your spine. This distance had caused more than just your heart to grow fonder, and you were craving his touch more than ever. “Where’s home?” you asked coyly.

“It’s wherever you wanna go,” he purred. “Your place, my place, the back of your car—”

“That one,” you nodded eagerly, “definitely that one.”

You wanted to go right then and there but he made you sit through the whole dinner, with all the trappings of wining and dining, though for you it sometimes felt more like whining and dying because you needed him so bad you couldn't think. But he stayed patient, keeping up the conversation, asking more about a new project you were tentatively linked with, telling you more about the newest improvements to his prosthetic.

He picked up the check, which was absurd to you but he insisted, and escorted you to your car as if his intentions were just gentlemanliness even though you knew it was far worse than that.

He (gently) pinned you up against the side of the car, kissing you slowly, making you melt like it was no effort for him at all. As his lips made their way to your ear, he whispered to you darkly, "get in the back and spread your legs for me."

You were sure you'd never obeyed an instruction so fast, hopping in and happily watching him climb in behind you. He instantly knelt down between your spread legs, holding you by your thighs as he pushed your dress up, and you were already lifting your hips up to let him pull your panties down to your ankles.

"So eager," he whispered happily, kissing his way up one of your legs and never breaking his gaze away from yours. Your mouth fell slack as you watched him get higher and higher, closer to where you were already dripping with need. "Been wanting to do this since that night, however many months ago, where I had to watch somebody else do this to you," he admitted with a grin that nipped at your inner thighs. "I know I've tasted you a thousand times since then, but I wanted to do it here."

There was a lot you could say to that, but it was all lost to a gasp as he licked one long, thin stripe right across your entrance and over your clit. Already you were shaking and grabbing his hair— he'd grown it out just enough that you could really dig your fingers into it, but even so he kept his teasing pace.

He kept going, that slow and torturous cycle where just as your clit got some much-needed attention, he started back over at your leaking opening again.

"The fuck are you doing down there, trying to figure how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop?" you finally groaned, making him chuckle at how demanding you'd become.

"I'm just making sure I do this right," he dismissed. "Want more, baby?"

"Please," you shuddered. "Need your tongue inside me."

He grinned and put you out of your misery, really latching his lips onto you now as he pushed his tongue inside and curled it against your g-spot. It was enough to make your back arch dramatically and your fingers clench on his hair, a little growl echoing out of his mouth and into your body in response.

Your legs were accidentally clamping down on his head each time he sucked on your clit, but he didn't seem to mind, if anything it egged him on.

"C-close, so close," you chanted our warning as his hands tightened on your thighs he gave wide laps to your throbbing button.

"Say you love me baby," he mumbled his demand against your skin.

"Bucky, yes, I love you," you whimpered. "Love you so much, fuck, I'm gonna come…"

He nodded as he wrapped his lips around your clit and kept sucking, harder than ever, until your whole body was literally quaking and you weren't sure if you had closed your eyes or if your vision just went black for a second. As if that weren't enough, he kept going until you had to push him off of you by his forehead, shivering and catching your breath as aftershocks rocked your body.

"You're so amazing," he groaned huskily as he sat up and pulled you into a rough kiss, the taste of your pleasure coating your tongue as it tangled with his. Just as you were about to reach down and attempt to operate his belt buckle with your tingling fingers, he pulled back from the kiss a moment too soon. "And now you get to drive yourself home," he grinned, patting you on the cheek reassuringly.

"What? That's it?!" you squawked.

"You just came so hard you nearly blacked out and you're asking me if that's it?" he smirked incredulously.

"I just thought you would want to, you know… go all the way," you explained, cringing at the immature phrase.

"Hey, I'm a gentleman, and this is still our first date," he reminded you.

"But aren't you, you know…?"

"Oh, I am," he nodded quickly, leaning in to bite at your neck. "Don't worry about me, princess, I can take care of myself." He chuckled at your whimper and pulled back to look right into your eyes. "But it's not about me, is it? You want my cock all for yourself, don't you?"

You nodded, making him giggle sweetly.

"Well, you're just gonna have to wait," he cooed, poking the tip of your nose with his finger and laughing harder at your needy whine. "We'll go out again next weekend and maybe if it goes well, it'll lead to something more, alright?"

"Okay," you sighed, "I can wait a week. I think."

He smiled and kissed you again, helping you pull your panties back up and rubbing your thigh appreciatively. "Goodnight," he whispered against your lips, slipping out of the car and shutting the door behind him.

You sighed and let your head fall back against the seat, watching out the window as he walked back to his bike. You hated to see him go, but you did love watching him walk away.

two years later…

“Will the Six Million Dollar Man be joining us?” Sam asked with a smirk as he glanced to the door of the bowling alley, checking to see if anyone had walked in.

“When he gets off of work,” you promised.

“Why do you call him that?” Natasha asked Sam innocently.

“You’ll see,” Sam promised, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek, but you figured there was a pretty good chance she wouldn't get the reference anyway.

Right on cue, Bucky appeared in the doorway and you and Sam waved him to the correct lane. “Hey guys,” he greeted, “hey babe,” he pulled you into a quick kiss. “And happy birthday, Sam.”

“Shh, keep it down, we don’t want any Hollywood people to find out that I’m aging,” Sam joked. “Are you gonna join the game or just observe?”

“I’ll join, if it’s not too late,” Bucky decided.

“Since when do you bowl?” you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

“Since I got the prosthetic recalibrated to throw the perfect strike every time,” he winked.

Beers and turns went pretty quickly after that, light conversation interspersed in between, until the more raucous parts of the evening died down and you left Bucky for a moment to join Sam at the bar.

Sam nodded to acknowledge you as you leaned beside him, and you ordered yourself one more drink before you called it a night.

“So, Natasha,” you started the conversation, watching the way Sam couldn’t hide his smile. “She’s great.”

“Yeah, she’s really something,” he agreed. “I wanted you guys to meet her sooner, but you were gone filming for so long and all.”

“Don’t fuck this one up, Sam,” you threatened.

“I’m trying not to!” he defended, before looking around like he was trying to make sure no one was looking. As you furrowed your brow and wondered what he was up to, he pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and showed you a picture: a ring, with a massive diamond and accents of citrine.

“Holy shit…” you sighed, pulling the phone closer to get a better look.

“Had it custom made, I’m gonna pick it up tomorrow,” he explained, putting the phone away. “I don’t even know how I’m gonna ask her yet… I just know I need to snag this one before she slips through my fingers.”

“You’re really like a whole new man,” you realized aloud.

“I’m telling you, this girl… she really changed everything for me,” he sighed wistfully, and you nodded because you knew what that was like.

“I knew you just needed a good woman to straighten you out, Wilson,” you joked, patting him on the shoulder, “my only mistake was ever thinking it was me.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I thought it was you, too,” he smiled softly. “I really loved you, even when I was stepping out on you… and I think I needed to love you, and to lose you, to be here now. So, thank you.”

“Uh, you’re welcome, I guess,” you laughed a little, taking a slow sip of your drink.

“And if she says yes, I’m gonna need all the marriage advice you have to offer,” he bargained.

“I mean, we’ve only been married for a month,” you chuckled, “I don’t think we’re far enough into it to really provide significant guidance.”

“And you’ve already gone through so much together. Is he doing alright? You know, his nightmares and stuff…”

You glanced over and where Bucky and Natasha were chatting, admiring how at ease he looked; he usually had a harder time with new people. “Yeah, it’s been a lot better, he’s on new meds… how did you know about that?”

“He talks to me sometimes,” Sam admitted. “And as someone who has played a PTSD-striken veteran in not one, but two major motion pictures, I’m sort of an expert,” he winked, but then got serious again. “I would’ve asked him how he was doing myself but he wouldn’t let me ask him personal stuff on my birthday.”

“I bet he’d let you ask him for his opinion on the ring you just showed me.”

“Um, why would I want his opinion when he bought you that?” he grimaced, pointing at the ring on your finger. “I mean, sapphires? Really?”

“Cut it out,” you laughed, shoving him on the shoulder.

“Okay, fine,” he relented.

“Are you coming to my premiere tomorrow, by the way?” you asked. “I have it on good authority you were invited, since I demanded it.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” he nodded, “Nat really wants to go, too. She’s a big fan of your work.”

“Well, tell her she was great in that one about the missing girl,” you replied.

“I’ll be sure to tell her exactly that.”

“We should head home, you know how early premiere prep starts,” you sighed with an exhausted roll of your eyes, finishing the last of your drink before grabbing Sam on the shoulder. “Good luck with however you decide to pop the question with Nat. Let me know if you need anything.”

He nodded and let you go, and once you got Bucky’s attention and said goodbye to Nat, the two of you made your way out back to the car.

“I’m glad you and Sam get along,” you reminded him as you squeezed his hand.

“What gives you that impression?” he scoffed.

You shook your head and smiled, letting him walk you to the car in silence.

Less than 24 hours later, you held his hand in just the same way as you sat beside each other in the screening auditorium, watching your latest film fade to black and hearing the crowd at the premiere— mostly cast, crew, and critics— erupt into applause.

"I have a little surprise for you," you whispered in his ear as the credits began to flash.

"I am not gonna let you blow me in this crowded theater," he instantly scolded.

"No, not that," you giggled, although you secretly wondered how much less crowded the theater would have to be for him to let you try it. "Just wait until my name comes up."

Written and Directed by Hope Van Dyne

A Paramount Pictures Film

In Association with Europa

And then there it was, in big white letters, just as much of a trip to see as the first time you saw your name on the big screen. But something very important had changed.

Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes

Everyone at the screening was clapping and cheering, but you were so focused on him that his whisper was the only thing you heard. "Sweetheart," he gasped, and you smiled wide. "You didn't have to—"

"I wanted to."

"It's just a stage name, if you want to keep it the same—"

"Buck, really. I want your name there with mine."

"But your credits…" he protested, though the break in his voice made it clear he was tearing up. "You're an actress and you've established your career already and it's so important to you—"

"Hey," you soothed, reaching up to brush your hand over his cheek, forcing him to look at you. "Your wife is the most important thing I've ever been."

#bucky barnes x reader #bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes bodyguard au

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Taking Chances Chapter 4: Unexpected (Bonding)

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Bruce Wayne felt lost. This wasn’t an unusual feeling for him, but he wasn’t particularly fond of the events that led to him feeling lost. First, he found out he had a daughter. Yet another child that he hadn’t known of their existence. Then, he acted as Batman. He researched the girl and found that her school situation was...less than ideal. As was the supervillain situation in Paris. The girl- his daughter- had been targeted several times. Sometimes the Akuma went after her from the start. Other times, she was unfortunate enough to be in its line of sight when it was on a rampage. Any way you looked at it, she was in danger. No, the biggest mistake in researching her came with the phone number for the bakery run by her parents. Two lovely people who had raised her and taught her right from wrong. Something he hadn’t done. Their phone call was what left him feeling lost. They hadn’t demanded that he stay away from his daughter- from Marinette. No, on the contrary, they thought it was a great idea for the two to bond. Especially once Bruce had mentioned his other children.

“Marinette was distraught when the only information we could give her about her birth father was his name.” Sabine had said, adding to Bruce’s confusion.

“You had my name but didn’t reach out?” Bruce asked, trying (and failing) to figure out the situation.

“We didn’t have much to go on. Just your name and that you were American and worked in business. Bridgette didn’t give any specifics, and back then it didn’t really matter. I assumed Bruce Wayne was a common enough name, especially in the US.” Sabine replied simply. The rest of their conversation had gone similarly, with Bruce growing more and more lost until the end. They hadn’t even suggested a DNA test (though he was planning on asking Marinette, just so that they could be completely certain). They just wanted Marinette happy. Even if it meant meeting and bonding with the man who hadn’t known about her existence.

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Marinette Dupain Cheng was not having an easy week. No, her week was sucky. In fact it was beyond sucky, it was shitty. So many things were happening at the same time, and she was just grateful that she wasn’t currently in Paris, since she was certain she’d be akumatized. From being attacked by the Joker for simply looking like a Wayne, to meeting Batman who was just as angry in person, and then figuring out Bruce Wayne really was her dad and accidentally calling him Batman, to fighting an Akuma by herself (one that she could barely handle) and then to top it all off, Adrien is Chat Noir. And Adrien has a crush on her, as Marinette. And apparently has for at least a month. Oh and now he knows that she’s Ladybug and so last night was filled with her Chat Blanc nightmares all over again. The cherry on the top of this mess was the fact that the class was practically ignoring her. She was sure they weren’t doing it intentionally and that they were just kinda distracted by Lila’s tall tales of Gotham. Tales that include her dating one of Bruce Wayne’s sons. She wouldn’t clarify which one, which was probably for the best. They two closest to their age were 12 and 19. Neither a great option for the 15 year old Italian. A shrill ringing tugs Marinette out of her thoughts. Glancing down at the unknown number attempting to call her, Marinette silently prayed that this would turn her shitty week around.

“Hello?” She answers, wincing slightly at the way her voice sounds after a night filled with screaming and crying from nightmares.

“Is this Marinette Dupain Cheng?” A deep voice asks. Marinette frowns.

“Um, yes?”

“Good. This is Bruce Wayne and well, I’m not sure how to-”

“You’re my dad.” She blurts out, face instantly heating up. “Oh crap, I mean, um-”

“Well yes. I do believe I may be your father. I was in contact with your parents earlier, to ask about boundaries and such. Your mother says that you had shown interest in meeting me and seeing how we’re similar?” He says, the question clear in his voice. Marinette opens her mouth to respond, then frowns.

“Just like that? We’re gonna meet, just like that?” She asks, hoping that her distrustful tone doesn’t push the man away.

“I’ll admit that I was going to ask if you would mind a paternity test. After speaking with your mother, I have no doubts, but I thought it might make you feel better. And of course, if you would prefer to just act as though I didn’t speak to your parents and go on with your trip, we can do that as well. I just- I was caught off guard, if I’m being honest.” Bruce Wayne- her father- says.

“I’ll do it. I- I would like to get to know you. I can’t have a relationship with Bridgette, but if my parents are okay with it, I do want a relationship with you.” Marinette admits, holding her breath as she waits for an answer. There’s silence on the other end for a long moment, but just as Marinette’s about to apologize and tell him he can go and pretend she doesn’t exist, he answers. His voice a little softer this time.

“I would like that.”

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The paternity test came out positive, to no one’s surprise. Bruce had given Marinette the option of meeting somewhere more public (like a restaurant or museum) to bond, or coming over to the manor. Not quite ready to deal with the possibility of paparazzi and the rumors (no matter how true they may be) that would stem from a public visit, Marinette agreed to going to the manor for dinner. Which is how she ended up sitting in silence in a town car with a man who seemed like he knew more than he was letting on.

“So, you’re the one who raised Mr. Wayne?” Marinette asks, not quite ready to call the man “Dad” or any variation of the word. The man nods and she meets his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Indeed, Miss. I am Alfred Pennyworth.” The man, Monsieur Pennyworth, says calmly. She tries not to let the frustration that she feels building show on her face. She feels like she should know this man, like there’s something important that she’s just barely missing.

“Have we met before?” Marinette finally asks, racking her brain as she tries to figure out why this man is so familiar to her.

“I don’t believe so, Miss Dupain Cheng.” He says, and for the first time since meeting him, it doesn’t feel like he’s all knowing. Instead, it feels like he’s just as confused as she is. Drat. She opens her mouth to question him more, when the huge manor becomes visible in the distance. Eyes widening, Marinette forgets everything else and turns her attention to the beautiful architecture. The giant fence and metal gates do little to hide the massive house. Sections of the house rise above others, almost as if there are towers. Dozens of windows are visible, as is the giant fountain at the front of the house. Ripping her sketchbook out of her bag, Marinette immediately starts sketching out the ideas that attack her mind. Dresses and suits and skirts, all using the architecture in front of her for the basic shapes of the outfits. As the car goes past the gate and the gardens come into view, Marinette can’t hold back her shocked gasp. Shaped hedges and flowers, hundreds of different colored flowers, and trees and- it was beautiful. Almost too perfect. Like something that belonged in a movie. She jumps slightly as the car door is opened, Alfred standing on the other side with an eyebrow quirked up. Right. She was actually getting out of the car. And going into this massive house. And spending time with her biological- nope. She can’t do this. She can’t-

“Miss Dupain Cheng, if it makes you feel any better, Master Bruce seems to have run into some traffic on his way back from the office. You’ll have a few minutes to gather your bearings inside before he arrives.” Alfred says softly. Relief washes over her and she nods, finally moving to get out of the car.

“Thank you, Alfred.” She says, smiling at the man. He nods back at her before leading her up the steps to the door. He opens it and then steps back, allowing her to take a tentative step into the house. Her previous panic is pushed aside as she realizes the inside is just as gorgeous as the outside. Immediately turning back to her sketchbook, she tunes out the world around her and just stands in the foyer, scribbling furiously into her sketchbook.

“Um, hi?” A voice says, making Marinette yelp and jump, eyes scanning her surroundings until they fall on a guy. A pretty tall guy.

“Hi.” She says softly, also confused as to who this guy was. Not her- dad-biological father-other part of her DNA-father-Mr. Wayne- not anyone she had ever met, that’s for sure.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Dick Grayson.” The man says, extending his hand, a smile on his face. Anyone else probably would have thought the smile was sincere, but Marinette had always been good at reading emotions. And she could tell that he was wary of her. Why would he- oh. Grayson. As in, Richard Grayson, as in this man was her brother. Or, well, maybe he wouldn’t want to be. Maybe he would think that she’s ridiculous or that she’s just here to get money or here to try and pull apart Mr. Wayne’s family or maybe he would think that she was trying to take his place and she would never but maybe he would hate her and- She takes in a deep breath, trying desperately to ground herself and wishing she’d taken up Adrien’s earlier offer of him coming with.

“I’m Marinette. Marinette Dupain Cheng.” She finally says, reaching out and shaking his hand. He nods, obviously still confused. So Mr. Wayne hadn’t mentioned her. Did he hate her? Did he ask her here to have her sign a NDA? Did he not want anything to do with her? Of course he wouldn’t, he obviously already had a family. A family that he chose, not one that he had by accident. His name was on her birth certificate, surely he would have found her sooner if he actually wanted anything to do with her? He chose Dick Grayson to be his son. He wanted him. He didn’t want Marinette. He-

“Ah, Marinette. I see you’ve met Dick.” The last voice she needed to hear says calmly as he walks through the door. Marinette swallows back the thickness in her throat, the one that tells her the tears will be starting soon.

“Uh, yes. Mr. Wayne. Um, hi.” She says, flinching slightly when he winces. What did she do wrong this time? Was he really going to tell her to take a hike? If he didn’t hate her before, he surely did now.

“Bruce, what’s going-” Dick starts to ask but is cut off by screaming voices getting closer to them.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Demon Spawn?”

“Not my fault your blocking skills are subpar, Todd.”

“Sub- you almost stabbed me, you little shit!”

“Almost, yes. But I didn’t. I’m sure Father will be pleased with my restraint.”

“You little fu-” “Boys!” Mr. Wayne finally yells as the two screaming walk into view. Both freeze and the younger one’s eyes instantly fall on Marinette, narrowing as he takes a defensive position.

“Another one, Bruce, really?” The older one asks, making Marinette flinch back. Of course. Two more of his sons-her brothers- who he chose. Another two that he wanted. Not like her, someone he was going to be forced to know. Unless he told her tonight that he never wanted to speak to her again and made her sign a paper saying that she would never contact him again and then they would never have to worry about seeing her again and- oh this is a lot.

“What were you two doing?” Mr. Wayne finally asks, and that’s when Marinette sees the weapons in their hands. And the blood on the older man’s shirt. The man turns slightly so that that part of his shirt is hidden when he notices her staring.

“Uh, bonding?” He says, not at all convincing.

“Who is that, Father?” The younger boy asks, the utter distaste clear on both his face and in his tone. And this is it. This is where he’s going to say that she’s no one, she’s nothing, and then he’s going to make her sign that stupid piece of paper and the last chance she has at knowing one of her biological parents is going to fly out the window. Poof. And then she’ll be so embarrassed, she won’t be able to go back on the trip and then she’ll have to change her name but she can’t completely run away yet because of stupid Hawkmoth and-

“This is Marinette, my daughter.” Well that was unexpected.

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raggaraddy · 4 years ago

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Discipline- Maknae Line

How and why would Yandere Bangtan punish you?

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse, mentions of violence, mentions of sexual interactions, yandere themes, Dom/sub-themes.

Playboy!Jimin

Unlike the other members, Jimin doesn't have a feeling of superiority over you. He doesn't see you as something helpless and vulnerable, or someone to control. He sees you as his other half. The problem is, is that he is extremely possessive and insecure, and that makes him unstable. He has put so much faith and trust into an ideal version of you, one that he created in his head, one that could feel exactly what he wanted and what he needed at all times. So whenever you don't live up to that expectation, when you fall short of predicting what he wants, he snaps.

Don't get me wrong, he isn't going to have a meltdown at every little thing, but enough of those little things build up into a clusterfuck of disappointment.

Look at last Tuesday for example.

- In the morning he wanted to hold your hand and cuddle in bed, but you got up and went to have breakfast instead.

- Next, when you were showering, he was hoping you would call him in to be with you. He wanted to be able to spend that little bit of extra time being close to you. But you didn't ask him.

- So while you showered he picked out the perfect outfit for your girl's-day-out lunch. But you refused to wear it, opting for something completely different. You didn't even thank him for the effort.

- Then the final straw came as you declined to take his credit card with you. If you were going out without him, he still wanted to be the one to spoil you. You might have thought you were being polite by not accepting his money, but he saw it as rejecting him.

So one temper tantrum later, a whole lot of smashed glass and a black eye you'd be too embarrassed to explain, you decided it was best to call and cancel with your friends. And besides, after Jimin gets mad, he apologizes a lot and becomes very sweet and gentle, so at least you had a day of pampering to look forward to.

Still, he'll leave you thinking back through the day trying so hard to figure out what it was that you did to upset him. He isn't going to tell you of course. That wouldn't make the connection real. You're supposed to just know what you did wrong!

Dom!Taehyung

There are two different situations in play for Taehyung. As a Dom, he knows and accepts that there are times when he will need to correct you. You crave discipline and submission and he is more than happy to accept the responsibility and give it to you.

Usually, you're his well behaved little girl, but sometimes even you mess up.

As every sub knows, sometimes you go from being playful and provocative to being a bratty smartass without even realizing it. Although, some times you might do it on purpose. And whether it was an accident or not, you know very well that brats get spanked or flogged until they're put back in their place and can't sit down.

And for those special times when you deliberately misbehave or when you genuinely upset him, he has a particular punishment reserved for you. Go ahead, tell him no. Roll your eyes at him. Order him around. He'll make time in his schedule to remind you how you should behave. And he is going to love hearing you beg when he takes you to the brink of ecstasy over and over only to deny you. Or worse, he'll make you cum over and over. And again, and again, and again, until your crying for mercy from being overstimulated.

But all of these are honestly things you enjoy. Even the worst of it, you love. You like being manhandled and controlled and being made to cry from pleasure and pain. It's part of the fun.

The problem comes with how and why Taehyung really punishes you. Any D/s relationship is supposed to come with free communication and clear boundaries. However, both of those are repellent to Tae. He wants a perfectly obedient toy, not someone with thoughts and opinions. So when you try to bring up any limits, when you ask him to slow down or god forbid, when you use your safe word, something cruel comes out of him. You never would think so few words about how you're disappointing him, or how he expected more from you, could feel so terrible. Especially when he backs those cold remarks up by removing his time and affection from you for a few days.

Don't worry though, things will go right back to normal once you come to him apologizing and crying for him to not discard you.

And he knows you will.

Mafia!Junkook

In the privacy of your own home, there isn't much that will make Jungkook mad. He's loving and caring, pretty easy going and so much fun to be with. But you will see all of that changes the second any outside attention is on him. Among his men and the public, he is a totally different person. There's a tightness to his jaw, a harshness to his stare. He's so controlled and intimidating, and he accepts nothing less than perfect compliance and respect from everyone.

So for when other people are around or on those good days when he lets you outside, there's a couple of things you'll need to quickly learn.

1. You belong to him. Jungkook doesn't let anyone take or even touch what's his and that applies to you also. You want to talk to someone else, you better ask permission first. And if by some horrible mistake someone starts to become too friendly with you, you better run back to Jungkook to let him deal with it.

2. You never question him. Not with a look, not with words. He tells you to do something, you say yes and move quick. Hell, if he tells you the sky is made of pancake batter, you thank him for letting you know and make sure to never ever say anything to the contrary.

3. You don't dare challenge him or risk embarrassing him. Like I said, you're his. And what kind of criminal organization could he run if he let even his own property stand up to him. While he would never give you the chance to make him look weak, if you did somehow happen to do so, he would need to make a very large and very public example out of you to smother any question to his leadership that you may have caused.

Break any of these guides and you should expect a swift reaction. Whether it be by physical means or by forcing you into a debased position, he will make sure he displays his authority.

In a sick way, he's kind of thankful when you do act out because it gives him the opportunity to provide a great lesson to his friends and enemies. He loves you but should you cross him, he'd be willing to beat you unconscious. So imagine what he'd do to them.

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diavolosthots · 4 years ago

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Can I request: how would the demon brothers react if they had a fanclub of some sort, who was jealous of GN!MC hanging out with them all the time? What kinda things would they pull of to try and distance MC from the brother? ( Kinda like the prince yuki fanclub from fruitsbasket if youve seen it) hope you have a great day!

Ive tried getting into fruitsbasket but never did lol

Warning: jealousy, pain, mentions of kidnapping

THE BROTHERS reacting to having a fanclub that wants to hurt their MC

Lucifer:

He’d be lying if he said it didn’t stroke his ego at least a little bit and to… a very minimal extent he actually found his fanclubs’ pranks a little funny. For example, they’d send you to the wrong place to meet up with him, but the minute things got physical, he got angry, and immediately disbanded the club, swearing that if they ever even thought about doing anything to you again, he wouldn’t be above using physical means, mainly torture. Some of them got turned on, probably the demon in them, but he wasn’t feeling very nice about it and got rid of trash that very day.

“They shouldn’t dare to bother us again, Darling. You’re safe with me.”

Mammon:

For the longest time he’d tell you that it’s nothing and of course he has fans; he IS the Great Mammon, and that you’re just jealous. He would, literally, say that, even if he didn’t mean it. He only wants you, obviously, but the attention he got was too nice to ignore, you know? Except that at some point you weren’t there anymore and he only found out almost too late that you had been taken, which had him scared and assembled the brothers together. You got not one, but all seven rescuing you, although Mammon did most of the dirty work for once before making sure you’re okay and profusely apologizing for not believing you; he did feel bad.

“I’m sorry, MC… you’re more important to me.”

Leviathan:

He can’t even begin to describe how uncomfortable all the attention made him in the first place. All he really needed was you, no matter how cheesy that sounded, and he really despised it when one of those measly demons slithered their way between the two of you. At first, he was too stunned to do anything besides stutter and look away, squeezing you tightly to ground himself, but then the name calling started and they were actually targeting you, like, to get rid of you, which just made him angry and lash out, much to everyone’s surprise. Angry Leviathan isn’t a nice Leviathan.

“I didn’t hurt them too bad, but let’s just say that Goku is feeling threatened right now.”

Satan:

Pfftt he’d shut that fanclub down so quick. If his eyes weren’t already looking out for someone special? Maybe he would’ve enjoyed the attention; relished in it, even. But you were here, and you were holding his attention, not them. He made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with them and if they dared to disturb his peace with you, they would be encountering his wrath. Sadly, a couple of them took it way too far and actually physically hurt you, riling him up and going on a death-hunt. He didn’t make sure you were okay, blinded by anger and out for blood. You’d be lucky if you still recognized them after he was done.

“Pathetic scum. They had it coming.”

Asmodeus:

Much like Mammon, he’d tell you it isn’t that big of a deal for a very long time, much longer than it should’ve gone on for, and he probably made you feel like you weren’t worth it at some point, which is when he finally put an end to it. He loved the attention, and he really couldn’t blame anyone for being after him, but it started to destroy you and that’s the last thing he would’ve wanted, so, for your sake, he’d kindly tell them off, although he soon realized that he needed to be a little firmer due to their inability to listen. He’s got you, please trust him.

“Don’t worry so much, darling. They’ve got nothing on you, and definitely not me.”

Beelzebub:

His first thought was to ignore them. His eyes are on you and only you, no one else mattered. It worked, for a while, and things seemed to calm back down as the club retreated back into their shadows, until one day you went there, too. Tied up, beaten, and bruised is how he found you as anger rose through him. He checked over you first, tending to your needs before dropping you off with Belphegor and going to get himself a nice demon dinner.

“Demons can taste like chicken if you cook them right.”

Belphegor:

Much like Satan, he’s more annoyed than anything. He didn’t want them before and he sure as hell doesn’t want them now, when his eyes are clearly set on you. The fact that they keep bothering you, made him lash out way earlier than anyone expected, and he’s sure to hide you from the general public, and really from anyone if he had the choice. They won’t even get close enough to do anything because he’s literally attached to you. He’s the sloth and you’re his tree.

“They’re not getting to you, not if I’m always there.”

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kikyan · 4 years ago

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Yandere Obey Me! Brother Headcanons

These are my interpretations of his persona and none of these are 100% accurate. I don't condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional. There are spoilers regarding Lesson 16 so please proceed with caution. If you don’t mind proceed, but if not please wait to read.

Not at me casually posting at 2:45 AM-

Yandere Lucifer

I honestly, don’t like Lucifer. At first glance when I started playing the game he had a very predictable personality and persona. He was, in my opinion, quite plain. Throughout the game he has broken out of that and showed the MC his true intentions. I guess I misjudged him, he isn’t my favorite but he is slowly growing on me. His headcanons might not be the best so I’ll apologize beforehand, so here we go! The yandere types that I see him would be possessive, overprotective, and manipulative.

Possessive. I see him as being a very possessive individual, you belong to him and him only. His brothers could talk to you but that doesn’t mean he won’t scold them to leave you alone or something similar to that extent. Would be the type to keep his hand on his S/O when they go somewhere or as a friendly reminder to every other demon. A hand on their shoulder, waist, etc. It’s to some degree as well because I think that Lucifer is a little embarrassed with PDA and prefers that “gentle” aspect in public. Forehead kisses, head pats, compliments, etc.

Overprotective. He has 7 brothers and he is the oldest. I’m the middle child so I got some responsibilities placed on me, but nothing stresses the older child more than ALL the responsibilities. Their wellbeing is placed on him almost entirely, he has to take care of them and establish some sort of system that works for them all, in short it’s hell. I know for a fact that my brother would stress out when taking care of me and my siblings. His brothers? They are family and they hold his heart, but so does his S/O. Lucifer would care for them like his brothers. Did you eat? What did you eat? Careful, you almost tripped! You’re so clumsy. Don’t forget to take a break here and there. Your report is due in an hour, remember to finish it. Like with his brothers, he would give a lot of advice if they needed it. He can get a little overbearing, like he is taking care of a child so sometimes it’s too much or too little.

Manipulative. He would be manipulative in the ways where he would gaslight his S/O. He would make them question everything, can you truly live without him? What if this happens because you didn’t listen? Is it your fault? Are you being disrespectful for not letting him help you? Are you judging him falsely? Etc. Not only that, he would do all he can to make it so that you need him. He would go out of his way to ensure things go how he wants them, only to prove a small point. Not letting things happen and somehow connecting it to you needing him, no I see him as someone who would stage a robbery to make it so that you need him. Spread a rumor, he could easily get rid of it. Etc.

I think that Lucifer would be a dangerous yandere, of course here is the deal. He would also be a kind and caring one, he doesn’t show his emotions as much but he makes his intentions quite clear. He loves you, he cares for you and will put you above himself if need be. Just stay with him. Things would go smoother if you listen and appreciate all the hard work he puts in. If his S/O acts out, he would be ready to discipline them if need be. He may get a bit physical, that I also see which is why he may have a sadistic streak but this is ONLY in EXTREME cases. I think you need to make his life hell (haha pun-) for him to be like “aight it’s whip time”. He would make you second guess yourself constantly and rely only on him and him only.

Yandere Mammon

Refer to this post

Yandere Leviathan

At first he was just himself. A character that I wasn’t interested in pursuing, just a heads up I entered the game liking Belphegor for being the canon yandere but instead I came out simping for the whole cast so-anyways. With Leviathan, this is a bit tricky. He is reluctant to interact with people who don’t share his likes or dislikes. It’s hard to make conversation with anyone like that because what can you talk about? Hence why he refers to everyone as ‘normies’, which I lowkey don’t understand but I mean pop off I guess. He holds a vast knowledge of content that he enjoys and is very smart, but he also has low-confidence and horrible self-esteem because he knows that a vast majority of people don’t find that attractive or interesting. Just another nerd, nothing special, but not his S/O. His S/O is special and enjoys Levi for any and all.

Leviathan is someone special, I see him as an obsessed, clingy, possessive, stalker, and manipulative individual. As always, here is the rundown of his yandere profile!

Obsessed. He is used to people looking down on him in real life, online he is practically in his element and feels comfortable so nothing wrong with that. However, his S/O isn’t like that. His S/O is someone who either enjoys his content or is someone who is open enough to give it a try. Once he sees that his S/O is taking a chance on him, he can’t help but want to know more about his S/O. He would instantly get hooked on them, but would bring himself down and try to to get ahead of himself. He just can’t help it, so he would search you up online. Any social media, he is scrolling through it to find out any and all information. Likes and dislikes? He’s got them down and ready to subtly bring them up in your next conversation. Would probably take something of yours like a pencil and feel super guilty, but just the thought that he took it would be like “OwO”. (I think we can all see what kind of Yandere he is, the basic but also not basic).

Clingy. I would make a possessive bullet point but I think that these two go hand in hand. He is very clingy and this leads towards his possessiveness. He loves his S/O a lot and would walk/hang around them to be near them. Standing near them, to hear their voice and what they’re talking about. Constantly sending his S/O a message online and spamming them with something he thinks they would like. I wholeheartedly see him probably making a whole new account to message his S/O online, it's easier to talk to someone in your element. If he and his S/O were already dating, he would constantly want their attention. In public or online, ‘where are you’ “Hey! Look at this!” “Woah, this is so cool!” etc. The silent but deadly type or the let me rudely interrupt because you interrupted me first person.

Manipulative, but not by choice. In all honesty, this relationship is lowkey kinda sad because you know he would always doubt himself, after all who wants him? He is just an old, plain, and gross otaku, nobody wants him (I WANT HIM). Constant reassurance is always another thing that he might need. Hence, guilt tripping. Like most yanderes, it’s an accident. They just blurted how they feel and they make their S/O feel bad. It will always work because it wasn’t expected but because they say it in a way where it sounds genuine. Once they see that this works, they will use this method over and over to get what they want. This is when his S/O might start to see an issue and that's a tactic. Something I kinda see, but also don’t see is him making you feel like shit and pointing it out. “Wow MC, didn’t think you were like this but I guess I was wrong.” instead of the “I’m worthless!!”

Leviathan is not an upright dangerous yandere, but he can be emotionally draining one. He needs constant reassurance, that this relationship is real and that he isn’t dreaming. He would be scared to do anything in fear of him screwing up, which honestly is something so relatable ( I lowkey understand that struggle as well so I feel for him). If he ever lost it, he would kidnap his S/O and panic the whole time. He would do his best to take care of them and make them feel like home, but it’s hard.

Yandere Satan

To be honest, Satan, Asmodeus, and Lucifer were all ‘in the background characters’ for me at first. So if these aren’t to par with your interpretation of them I apologize, but then again I did say these were MY interpretations, but without further ado, let’s get into it.

Satan is an overprotective, possessive, and manipulative yandere. Along with his anger issues, that’s all there is to him because he is more relaxed than some and prefers that tranquil life like Beelzebub. As we are made aware in the game, while being their brother Satan is technically ‘born’ from Lucifer's wrath. I honestly blanked out during this portion of the game but I slightly remember it. Satan has been rebellious since this, he despises Lucifer and I believe the main point was that he lived in his Shadow but reminded that he should be glad he is alive because of Lucifer. It’s the stereotypically saying ‘I made you’ or ‘You’d be nothing without me.’ Just taken to a more literal sense. This is the main reason he wanted to make a pact with MC, to anger Lucifer but through the story MC was able to make Satan see his self-worth and that he was much more than ‘Lucifer’s Wrath’. I guess I’ll come out and say it, I really like to explore the ‘how they became yandere’s’ instead of just getting into it just for a basis or reasoning towards my thoughts.

Possessive. He would be possessive, I think this is the main yandere trait. Like most brother’s, they need to ensure that you are not eaten or harmed during your stay at the devildom. When he is hooked on you, he would really want to take your time and attention most of the time. Another thing I headcanon is that Satan would be possessive because for once, he has something to call his own. Lucifer is his constant reminder that he can’t be more than what Lucifer is, but towards the game he starts to be more of himself and little by little do things because he wants them. He kinda loses his rebellious spark but he still makes jokes. His possessiveness would come from the fact that for once, he has someone to himself. Someone saw the real him, they saw Satan, not Lucifer’s wrath. He doesn’t want to share this person who saw the real him, who knows when another shows up so he’ll just stay with them.

Overprotective. He would be very overprotective, of course can’t let his sweet S/O be harmed by lower-ranked demons. I also see him as being their ‘knight’ in a sense? Lucifer wants to see you alone? Yeah, well Satan invited himself because Lucifer is unpredictable. Lucifer is scolding you? If you deserve a lecture, yeah he would let Lucifer scold you but if he went overboard and yelled at you? Satan would not hesitate to combat Lucifer for you. How should I describe it, he sees you as a treasure. Of course you have value, a lot of value but like treasure it needs to be kept safe. He would be very sweet in ensuring your physical and mental health. He’ll find a book about humans or whatever condition you have and study upon it. You’ll be safe in his hand’s because he will carefully ensure your safety, you’ll be safe in his hands.

Manipulative. He isn’t above using gaslighting or other tactics to make you question his motives or yours. He only wants to take care of you and yes it comes as an overbearing parent but he knows this material, you don’t. Even if you do, he’ll make you question every little thing to make it seem as if you don't. You’re hanging out too much with his brothers? Well, don't. Mammon is going to lead you into trouble, Asmodeus isn’t pure, who knows when Belphie gets mad and wants to end you? These are scenarios that probably won’t happen, but when Satan, someone who has known them for some time and is very observant says these things, it’ll make you question them.

In terms of a danger rating, he would be a 6 or 7/10. Here is why, yes he means to protect of course and ensure his S/O’s safety, but here is the thing, he is still the sin of wrath. Now, while the brother’s try not to give in, they still do. He would never intentionally mean to hurt someone if it didn’t call for it, but Satan may lash out at times. Of course, I see him as the type to apologize unlike Lucifer tbh. Lucifer would probably be sorry but never apologize upright, Satan would. Other than that, Satan would be very relaxed in the relationship and even if his S/O is rowdy or quiet, he would love them to bits and pamper them. Expect dates at the library, cat cafes, etc.

Yandere Asmodeus

Asmodeus is apparently my nieces favorite, she is 3. Besides that, this is going to be probably a bit shorter than usual. Asmodeus is the sin of Lust and we all know what that means. Asmodeus however, does take care of himself a lot in the game preferring baths with petals or something ‘rejuvenating’. Homie can take care of himself, that’s a given. In short, I see him as a possessive (slightly), overprotective, manipulative (slightly), and clingy.

I think that they kinda skipped over Asmodeus in the game because he didn’t get much of an ‘arc’ , let’s call it, in the game. If I remember correctly, he told MC that he would make a pact with them if they do something impressive or manage to impress him. When they got Solomon’s power and were able to command Asmodeus and draw out a lot more power from him than Solomon would, he got hooked. Since then he started to see MC for themselves as opposed to ‘another human’. I feel like that is what all the brothers did at first, Mammon saw them as another chore, Levi saw them as a normie, Beelzebub as potential food but he would never eat you, Satan and Asmon saw you in the background, and Lucifer as another task Diavolo gave him. Belphagor saw you as a mf threat lmao, but even then, Asmodeus got to see a side of you he never expected and so did you.

Overprotective. Of course you’re a human so he would want to protect you, but he also wants to help his S/O mentally and physically. You feel upset? You’re going to hang out with him and destress. Shopping, it can be clothes, makeup, video-games, etc. He might even ask his brother’s for help in finding something that makes his S/O happy. He would be the type to keep some log to track what you do and what you don’t. He wants you to be comfortable and drop your guard around you. He respects his S/O and their decisions, won’t even push them to do something but he would like to be made aware of what is going on to offer assistance if you let him.

Clingy, always wanting to be around you, with you, etc. Yeah, this kinda ties in with being possessive, but not often. I think that while he is clingy he isn’t the, never be 2 feet apart okay? He lets you have your freedom but he would like your attention a lot. This may get a bit deep, but me and a friend were discussing his personality and they brought up the fact that Asmodeus might secretly be very insecure with himself so he does what he can to appeal to others in the physical aspect. Sad to admit, but I see the truth to that. I remember being on TikTok and seeing a video about a conversation that you have with him. He talks about his looks but we admit that we like his personality and he is taken back. He expresses how no one has said that to him before, and that broke my heart. If everyone likes him for his looks and not his personality, who is to say his S/O won’t leave him for someone who looks better or acts better? The only way to stop that is to have you be with him constantly, go out with him or talk to him. Come to him with your worries, he is trying and doesn’t want to let the only chance he has of an actual relationship based on love and not lust go to waste.

I don’t see him as possessive as some, mostly because he doesn’t want to suffocate you and wants to ensure that you’re safe and sound, but also free. He would rather his S/O be open and freely come to him and approach others. He may want to teach his S/O on how to be socially active and might even help them.

Manipulative. This is a HUGE stretch and WAY DARKER but here it is. If things ever got too rough, and keep in mind he is A YANDERE. I think he would bring his S/O to make it seem as if he is the only one who wants them. Yes this is dark and may not happen, but if things got extreme I see it. The simple, “Be grateful someone like me took an interest in me!” or “You’re beneath me but I still keep you around!” type shit. This would be in the way that he would bring you down, but then bring you up? “I still love you and all your imperfections. No one else could love you like I do.” It’s the degrade and reel back method (not the actual name btw), in a sense it’s also gaslighting. He would make you even question if your friends are your friends. Why would they hang out with you? They are just pitying you. They are using you to get closer to me. That type of shit.

In terms of danger levels, he would be a 4 or 5/10. It’s not so the physical abuse but the mental and emotional abuse that makes him dangerous, whether you choose to believe him or not when he says such hateful things, he can and will manipulate the situation to make you have at least an inch of doubt. An inch can turn into a mile as soon as possible. To add on to the dark aspect of Asmodeus, he may even make false rumors about you and spread them around school. It’s okay though, Asmodeus is popular and can make them go away fast. Just trust him, okay? Yet, while this happens, he still wants you to freely come to him, as free as he thinks. It’s not the gun to your head force, but I'll change the playing field till you have no other option manipulation.

Yandere Beelzebub

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Yandere Belphegor

So not only is he the canon yandere, but I lowkey don’t see it? I could be blind or smth but I honestly don’t see it because so far he has been kind except that time in lesson 16, yeah, y'all know what I’m talking about. Anyway’s upon further investigation and an investigation from me and my friend, we concluded that he would be a clingy, possessive, manipulative, and sadistic yandere. Well, bring a flashlight because it’s about to get DARK ASF.

Starting off, I literally only played this game for him but then I came out loving Mammon so uh, sorry broski. Anyway, in the game (short recap) we encounter him in the attic and he lies to us saying he is a human and Lucifer trapped him. When we find the truth, we are skeptical but still fell for it and in Lesson 16 we paid the price. Though, it is implied that what he did was the soul reason he wanted to make a contract with us.

Clingy. He is quite clingy, despite wanting Mammon to text me, it’s always Belphie and I think it’s because he feels like himself with you aside from Beel. He always calls and texts over the simplest things, but it’s nice to see him care and try to make it up to you. He would want to constantly be around you, choosing to converse with you and you only and napping together. He can be open and discuss his feelings freely with you and that makes him feel at ease. He would 100% take your attention away from others and your time. He is tired and wants a nap, guess who his new pillow is!!? You <3. This is a bit of a spoiler so I apologize in advance, after what happened to Lilith, he blames himself a lot for not being able to save her despite Beelzebub blaming himself for only saving one and not both. I think he wants to avoid another Lilith situation so he wants to know what is happening in and around your life. It puts him at ease.

Possessive. This is a given. He would be clingy and always wanting your attention. I’m mixing overprotectiveness with this as well so here we go. Blephie cares a lot for you. Sure, he came to drop his guard when he found out who you really were, but he also admits that he does not see you as anyone else but you so we really dodged a yoosung moment. He would ensure that you don’t get eaten by lower demons, stand up to Lucifer, etc. He cares a lot about you because he made a pact with you as a way of making up for the harm he caused you. He is always there, a small shadow protecting you but also preventing another demon to get interested in you. We can’t have that can we?

Manipulative. Yeah, so like he will gaslight you and try to guilt trip you by mentioning Lilith. He would try to excuse his overbearing actions with the whole, “ I can’t bear to lose someone else. . “ or something similar. I think it was revealed that he can see into people’s dreams and he is very observant so don’t be surprised if he learns some things that you never told him. Sadistic. I’m pretty sure this man went insane, trapped or something, but this is where it gets dark and a bit of a stretch. He mentioned how he was thrilled to see the reactions of all his brothers when they found out what happened and stuff like that, but he also doesn’t believe in saying ‘sorry’, deciding that actions are the best way to apologize. Now, hear me out. I see him as the yandere who would be willing to ensure your safety by any means, so if he at first was like “I have to protect you and make sure you’re safe!” while breaking a bone or something serious making it so that you depend on him only, because only he can protect you. Don’t be surprised if he enjoys being depended on by his S/O to an extreme.

I’d say he is a 7 or 8/10 on a danger level. Reasoning? Before he joined his brothers back, he was trapped and lied, deceived us, threatened us, did almost anything he could to be freed to oppose Lucifer and kill all humans. Yeah, he has some pretty dark thoughts. Sure he was just lying to save his own skin, but what about now? Something that he wants to protect? He would lie and hurt it to ensure that it can’t leave him. When we ‘died’, he was beyond thrilled. Sure, it’s a harmless crush and it’s sweet that he wants to protect you, but he has no boundary. There isn’t a line he wouldn’t cross to ensure your safety, even if he has to risk it first.

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