#me reading normal feedback from a teacher

[tiredf-o-u-r]

Teeheehee and then what else twirls hair

[astronomicalunit32]

my second grade teacher gave every student a nickname based on their academic or personal weakness. Mine was little miss no work because, at the time, i was unmedicated for adhd so bad that i was in the 4th percentile for attention. I did get my diagnosis in that school year, and she was told about it, but she didnt stop or help me. She also did this with some others. The only red-haired person in the class was known solely as "red" and my friend, who is currently trying to get an autism diagnosis, was called "little miss no voice" because he was uncomfortable with speaking in class. My parents heard about this, and we got my friends parents in on it too (i think, i dont really remember) and attempted to discuss it with the principal. He said "there's nothing we can do about it" Of course there is. If im crying at the front door of the classroom holding onto my mother's hand because im afraid to see my 2nd grade teacher then it is her fault entirely for making me feel like a problem.

I also remember a project we were doing at the beginning of the year, which we were printing our drafts out on black and white ink, and final versions of in color. Since we're children and this technology was only recently introduced to us, we don't really understand how it works. So one kid accidentally printed his draft out in color. She announced it to the class and told us to shame him for it. Literally I remember her saying "Let's give a big boo too [kid's name]."

She teaches kindergarten now. Because why the fuck not.

Everyone give me the most screwed up thing that has ever happened to you in the american public school system

[zemosbff]

study session

amongst other things…

pairing: mentor!agatha x witch!reader

summary: tired of studying, you find something far more enjoyable to do together with your mentor, agatha harkness..

content warning: (legal) age gap, teacher x student, fem (afab) reader, a little mix of everything; dry humping, nipple play, eating out (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), mommy kink

word count: 1.6k

a/n: haii :3 this is my first ever fanfic, i hope you all enjoy it! don’t be afraid to leave requests or some feedback!

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

the words in the book you were reading soon turned into mush. your head throbbed and a big sigh left your lips before turning to your mentor sitting on your right.

you had been agatha’s student for a couple of months now, ever since you moved in next door. she had been the first to introduce herself to you, and as soon she realized that you too, just like her, were a witch, she took you under her wings. she wanted to teach you everything she knew, wanted you to be her perfect little student.

“agatha..” you started, but as soon as you locked eyes with the older witch already staring at you, you quickly forgot your trail of thoughts.

as embarrassing as it was, there was no denying your feelings for agatha. which maybe wasn’t so weird after all since she was quite literally the only one you had. you spent more time with her than alone, and you had tried to convince yourself it was because of your immense dedication to the research and work you put into learning and be a good student. but that wasn’t exactly the truth, and deep down you knew it.

so, instead of trying to bury your feelings, you decided to have some fun with it instead.

you had no idea whether agatha actually liked you back though, so it was definitely a risky game. but you were tired of studying, and it was a risk you were willing to take. besides, she always used pet names for you which sent butterflies down your stomach. was it normal for a mentor to call their student things like “hon, “sweetheart”, “angel”? or your personal favorite, “good girl”. you weren’t sure, but in your mind you were the only one she would call those things. hopefully.

“what, darling?”

darling. the word sent shivers down your spine, and you tried hiding your little smirk that creeped up your face. perhaps agatha saw this, because what she did next made your breath heavier.

she calmly put her hand on your thigh, still keeping eye contact with you as she started to move her hand up and down, caressing you carefully. the touch wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary, but made your heart flutter nonetheless.

you had grown impatient as of lately, and therefore dressed in a way you thought would attract the older dark haired witch beside you. the short dress made an easy access to your already dripping cunt. it took so little to make you worked up, something that agatha regularly took to her advantage, unbeknownst to you of course.

“are you going to answer me or not?” she let out a small chuckle, watching your cheeks grow red.

“can we do something else?” you asked with uncertainty. you didn’t know how she would react, perhaps your delusions were just that - delusions.

she leaned towards you, and when she was so close you could feel her breath against your ear she whispered in a seductive voice.

“like what?”

she leaned back again and bit her lip while watching you lose your confidence and quickly surrender to her.

your legs started to feel weak, and you felt thankful for sitting down. was this actually happening? is agatha flirting with you or is this simply your imagination slipping away from reality?

she closed the thick book in front of you harshly and continued.

“alright, since you’ve worked so hard, would you like a little reward?”

you managed to open your mouth and let out a pathetic attempt to answer yes while nodding.

you had no idea what would happen next, it felt as if your head simply stopped all kinds of thoughts, not wanting to interfere with whatever was going to happen next.

agatha leaned forward slowly, as if she was afraid to scare you away if she moved too quickly. you could see the lust and yearning in her eyes, and as if something took over your body you crashed your lips onto hers. her hands reached your hair and gripped tightly, making you groan into her mouth, which led to her taking the opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth. you had been kissed before, but nothing could compare to this. months of stares that lasted a bit too long, pet names and touches that could be considered flirting, but both too anxious to actually take the first step.

it felt as if you were on fire, shivering when her tongue went deeper, making you forget how to breathe properly. while keeping body contact she stood up, and you obediently followed her lead. her hands laid on your shoulders and still deep in the kiss you moved to agatha’s couch; the bedroom simply being too far away at the moment. you needed each other, and had no time to spill, so the couch would do. agatha pushed you down while quickly following, she sat down beside you, legs touching.

without breaking the kiss you raised one of your legs and put it on the other side of her, making you sit on top of her. the sudden change of position made agatha whimper into your mouth and you realized you now had the upper hand.

desperately wanting some friction you started moving your hips back and forth, searching for something to get you off on. agatha’s hands found your hips and pushed you down while helping you move.

“please.. i want you..” suddenly the words you had been thinking of for so long finally left your mouth, and you couldn’t believe this was really happening. apparently those three words i want you was all that was needed for agatha to hungrily touch you all over. her hands lingered over your breasts and just seconds later she threw your dress over your head. still sitting on top of her, she had a perfect view of your completely bare chest. she looked at you shamelessly while she took one of your nipples into her hot mouth, swirling her tongue just perfectly making the hairs on your body stand right up. one of her hands found your other nipple and gently pinched it, looking for a reaction from you which you gladly gave her, whimpering loudly.

she moved on from your breasts and instead started leaving wet kisses all over your neck, trying to taste every part of you.

“you want me baby? tell me you want me” her voice was low and husky, making your legs tremble.

“yes, god agatha, i want you so bad”

“such a good girl”

there it was. good girl. nothing in the world could ever get you as riled up as agatha calling you a good girl, specifically her good girl.

you sucked in a sharp breath when she moved you to lay on your back, and she slowly lowered herself and pulled down your underwear with only her teeth. you could tell she was skilled, way more than you were, so you decided to just let her take full control over your body. she could use you, do whatever she wanted with you without question.

she put a trail of small fluttering kisses along your inner thighs, making your whole body shiver.

“does this feel good hon?”

without even waiting for your answer she teased your folds with her nose, before licking up your leaking juices.

“so wet for me already, hm?”

you let out a loud moan when she for the second time closed the distance between your soaking core and her mouth. she explored your pussy with her tongue and started getting more and more aggressive with it. wanting to give you the most pleasure possible she started rubbing your clit in circles with her fingers, still burying her entire lower face into your folds.

“feels.. so good..” you finally let out with a heavy breath, not knowing what else to say or do.

your hands reached down to her thick hair, pulling it harshly when she bit down on your sensitive clit.

mindlessly fucking you with both her fingers and mouth she felt you tense up, and you started to feel the familiar sensation in your abdomen, knowing you were close.

“i.. i’m close..”

“beg.”

“please.. please let me cum”

“that’s what you call begging? honey, you’re pathetic” she said with her low sexy voice, absolutely sending you over the edge.

“agatha oh my god, please let me come, please mommy”

and with that you let it all out, squirting over her face while you bucked your hips up and down to ride it out. with a sigh and eyes rolling back in your head she inserted a finger in your hole, stretching it out without any warning.

“fuck, agatha!” you screamed, while she hushed you, explaining that we didn’t want the whole neighborhood to hear now, do we?

but in all honesty, you couldn’t care less. she pumped her finger in and out, soon leaving you a blabbering mess.

a second finger appeared inside you, and she picked up her pace even more while your walls started to clench around her.

agatha leaned forward and pressed loving kisses all over your face while tears started to form in your eyes as she continued aimlessly fucking you, not giving a single thought to just how overstimulated you were at the moment. just a single touch would make you melt.

your breath became more prominent and you knew you wanted, no, needed, to orgasm on her fingers. your back ached and with a couple more sinful moans from you and a third finger from agatha, you screamed her name while letting loose the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your entire life.

panting like she had just ran a marathon, agatha left a kiss on your forehead.

“how was that, hm?” she asked, and all you could think was that this was so, so much better than studying.

a/n (again): let me know if anyone would be interested in a part 2! also i lowkey rushed this because i just wanted to be done with it, but hope yall enjoyed it anyways!

[fishnapple]

How they act towards you vs towards other people

(lover/partner/future spouse)

The lighting was bad so I didn't include the pictures of crystals for each group.

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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1. Labradorite

How they act towards you The energy: Black egg

They will be their most truthful self when they are with you. They will always speak the truth or try to. It could be unfiltered, they may even be more blunt with you than with other people. What they don't feel comfortable sharing with others, they will be comfortable sharing with you. You will be the one to witness the most authentic version of them.

They will try to be a dependable person that you can lean on, wanting to be your pillar of strength. They also want you to be the best version of yourself. But the way they do it can be a little heavy-handed. They have the tendency to say things that can get on your nerves, if you are someone who doesn't have the thickest skin, you would find their words sometimes hurting or too raw, too blunt, too sharp, they will touch your most vulnerable part, your foundation. In the process, you may be hurt and want to lash out at them but if you become more aware of yourself and try to look at things from a positive viewpoint then you will come out stronger than ever, no one will be able to shake your foundation. In a way, they help you destroy the untrue and unstable and then help you build up the true and enduring.

On a lighter note, they will act more silly with you, saying ridiculous things that they normally wouldn't say to other people, just to make you laugh. It will be odd, clumsy, but endearing, you will find your stomach constantly hurting from laughing.

They will probably give you many surprising gifts that show their care and thoughtfulness. It could even be a handmade gift. The one that you can keep for many years to come, the one that will be the symbol of their devotion to you that can always bring you comfort whenever you look at it.

At times, they could fall under a melancholy spell, unsure of themselves and their worth in the relationship. You will find them being a little jittery, hiding themselves away from you. They may need some alone time to realign themselves. Just give them the time and space they need and always be honest with them.

How they act towards other people The energy: Sea serpent

They are a lot less demanding of other people than with you. They will hide their thoughts and intentions a lot, prefer to keep them to themselves. They may have been betrayed in the past, so it made them wary and distrustful towards other people. They will have their guard up most of the time.

Unlike their tendency to doubt themselves when being with you, to other people, they will present a very confident and vibrant self. Their public image could be quite eccentric, the one who always stands out from the crowd. But they have a very empathetic aura that people find very comforting. People would easily open up to them, even when your person doesn't have much in common with that person.

They will act like a teacher to other people, always ready to give advice and guidance. They will be generous and helpful, dedicated, and dependable. They will try to be the safe space for other people, no idea is too unrealistic, no thought is too wishful, no belief is too strange, they will help others be more comfortable and open to more new ideas. A gentle teacher.

But your person will hide a lot of things from other people. They may sometimes appear as a people-pleaser, wanting to avoid conflict. If they are angry or not pleased with the other person, they won't show it directly, could even be a little passive aggressive.

2. Citrine

How they act towards you The energy: Dragonfly

They will talk a lot with you. Sharing every thought and random inspiration with you. They may have a fear of miscommunication, not many people understand them, and their way of communicating may not be very clear. But with you, I think you guys will have similar communicating style that allows them to be more comfortable in sharing their chaotic thoughts. They feel energised by talking with you. Not just talking but listening too, they want to be both the student and the teacher. Mental connection will be their focus. They don't want to have any misunderstanding between you guys.

They will act less restrained while having you by their side. When you go somewhere public, they will be more brave and show themselves more, unapologetically. They will be more sociable, more open to strangers and new acquaintances. You help expand their social circle. But that doesn't mean they will forget about you and go mingling with other people. They will still keep themselves close to you.

They definitely will act more loving and gentler with you than other people. Sometimes, it can be childish, wanting to be spoiled and babied by you.

At the same time, their intensity will be visible to you but not intimidating. It will show the focus on being happy and trust in each other. They are fiercely protective of the relationship with you and will try to stay clear-headed to maneuver any hardship that you may encounter.

For some reason, I get a sense that they will try too hard to present a perfect partner image and hide some parts that they deem not favourable, such as their more messy emotions, their fantasies, their true desires. In a sense, a part of them will stay detached from the relationship, they don't go all in, despite their unrestrained way of sharing their thoughts with you, some of their deeper thoughts will still stay hidden. This could be a problem later on because they can't keep the perfect image forever, and they don't want to disappoint you. You will have to be pretty intuitive in your approach, if you can sense that they are hiding something, instead of confronting them, you could gently point to that direction and share your thought and experience related to it, try to send the message that you won't judge them, that you can see their truer self and can still love them for it.

How they act towards other people The energy: Firefly

As I was saying in the previous section, your person can be very confusing in communicating with other people. Either they don't really say what they're thinking or their words are ambiguous and misleading. Subconsciously, they could have a desire to mislead and confuse others. They don't feel comfortable sharing their true self, it feels too vulnerable and disorientating.

They are intensely private yet appear as very open and a social butterfly. They excel at superficial interactions, arousing interest in the other person, but only for a fleeting moment, turn around and they will be gone. They could be very popular, especially on the internet, social media. They have this enigmatic and charming presence that others find irresistible yet unreachable. They can share their cool new ideas, some wacky pose or random stuffs about their life that intrigue other people, but even if you scroll through all their contents, you won't be able to tell a definite tale about who they are.

With other people, they will joke a lot and not acting serious, they can appear as superficial and childish, or childlike, a fun entertainer.

Whatever unpleasantness that they feel, they will shove it down their subconscious, not willing to face and acknowledge it. This can lead to the feeling of dissatisfaction and resentment that they don't even know exactly where they come from. Another thing is that they will act 'pure' in front of other people, hiding their more aggressive side. People may view them as cute, innocent, pure, and all kind of that perception and won't be able to associate aggression and sexuality with your person. People may treat them like an eternal child, and the thing is, your person doesn't object to that perception. In some way, it helps in protecting themselves.

3. Agate

How they act towards you The energy: Eagle

They will act all clingy with you, physically and emotionally, they want to be close to you all the time, you may even sometimes find it suffocating and want to push them away a little. They seem to be a pretty confident and straightforward person that they don't have any problem showing their more needier side to you. They are probably the kind of person that when they find a song they love, they will abuse the repeat button countless times and many years later, that song will still be their favourite.

They will want to constantly in contact with you, asking what you're doing, where you are, do you need or want anything, they could even drop their work and other schedules to be with you. If you show some detachment towards them, they will definitely notice and confront you about it or will just pout openly. I don't know how you will feel about all this, but they sure are not leaving any space between you guys. They have a tendency to involve themselves in their partner's life a little too much. You will need to remind them again and again so that they don't lose themselves in the relationship.

They will be openly displaying their affection towards you in public. They like the idea of people knowing you guys are together, it makes them proud and giddy. Nothing obnoxious, of course, they will be pretty restrained but still show enough.

They will want to take you on sudden trips, preparing surprises for you on no particular occasion. Knowing your favourite music, food, your idea of dream date, then plan the most romantic date for you.

Their romance mode will be full on.

How they act towards other people The energy: Eagle

This person is very consistent in their energy, whether with their lover or other people, they show the same strong and radiant energy of the Eagle.

With other people, though, they won't show their vulnerable and needy side. There's still that intensity and care towards the other person, but they will be more confrontational and direct in their approach. They will talk a lot, sometimes not letting the other person have a word in, could be quarrelsome, but only when they are provoked, they're not preachy or controlling. People can still feel a certain softness in them. It's not harsh, and their words have a certain genius to them that some could even find it sexy. Their energy feels very alpha and dominant.

They care a lot about how they come across to others, their public image. They will always try to be their most presentable self in front of people. No curse words, no uncivilised actions, fussy, charming (when they are not in quarrel mode), prim and proper.

They have some hobbies that they can share with their close friends. They like to have fun and play games, joking around, being unintentionally flirty.

Others could say that they are a home-body or not going out much (probably busy being with you). If not at home, then they will be busy travelling somewhere. Their whereabouts can be pretty mysterious.

They have a certain spiritual belief that they keep to themselves, even with you, they won't disclose it fully, and not disclosing it at all with other people. It may not be anything big or mind shattering. They just don't want to voice it out, it's the part of them that want to keep private.

4. Amazonite

How they act towards you The energy: Beaver

Love for this person is a serious commitment that they won't take lightly. Once they've committed to you, they will put in their effort to keep the relationship healthy and strong. They will view it as a project. They will put their heart at the centre of every action they take towards you.

They will act responsible towards you. Be a dependable and steady partner for you. If any problem or conflict would ever arise, they will roll up their sleeves and find the solution for it. Their love language is act of service. If anything, be it a small inconvenience such as you forgetting your umbrella on a rainy day, to a bigger problem such as distance between you guy's living places, they will try to do it for you, to erase the inconvenience or the problem. They will approach everything with practicality.

They could act a little dry and too serious towards you sometimes, trying to emulate a literal rock. Because in their mind, you are the love of their life, so they have to act serious and responsible, this can also make them hide some of their traits that they deem childish. If it's you, then it's okay for you to act childish sometimes. They will assume the more mature role. But if it's them, then they cannot allow themselves to act like that. They will put some standards on themselves. You won't be starved of affection, their love will be a constant, comfortable flame that can warm you and help you make many things.

But in term of intimacy, they won't be restrained towards you. They will try to know your every wish and desire, from your own words to your facial expressions and from something left unsaid, they will know it all. You will find it uncanny how much they understand you. And how much they can put their effort to make your wish and desire come true.

With you, they will always try to be brave, to leave their fears at the door. Even when they see some obstacles in your future together, they won't give up, they will try to conquer them. They will probably talk a lot about your future together, it will sound romantic and dreamy and it will surprise you.

How they act towards other people The energy: Camel

This person has a lot of love to give, even with other people, they always put the harmony and balance in relationship to the centre. They are charming, not in the superficial or loud way, or even mystical or jubilant way. Their charm is quiet and steady. People can't help but be attracted to them.

They will be a dependable person that many will look up to. They could be in a higher position in their career. If they are a boss then they will be the caring and well-liked one, but are not too close with other people, there will be an appropriate distance.

They are pretty independent and resourceful, others come to them for help but they usually don't come to others. They would rather solve the problem on their own. They could overburden themselves with other people's problems, not to mention their own problems.

Some people may try to control or wanting to be more involved in your person's life, but they won't dare to, they will hesitate, because they can see that your person is just too independent and know full well their worth to be manipulated or controlled by someone else.

They will be guarded towards sharing their goals or future plans with other people. They know that the moment they share it, it will be affected by other's opinions and objections and will create unnecessary obstacles.

It's like somehow they don't want to receive the same kind of treatment that they give to other people. They can be caring and considerate, ready to help, but when it comes to themselves, they actually want to be left alone and don't want other's involvement.

5. Aventurine

How they act towards you The energy: Elephant

This person has some insecurities or some misunderstood perception when it comes to you. They don't feel too confident and sure of themselves when they are in your presence. It's like you hold up a mirror to them, making them aware of their shortcomings and imperfections.

They're not used to this, so they might want to over compensate by acting in a more aggressive, assertive, and confident, trying to exert dominance, trying to control the situation. But it will mainly be in petty matters, though.

I think you just view this kind of behaviour as childish. They will act a little like a spoiled brat, wanting to get their way, but in an endearing way? You will probably chuckle and indulge them.

They will pout a lot or give you silent treatment often. It will be frustrating. When they do talk, it can become a clash of egos. Maybe your communication styles are just different.

They just want their ego to be soothed a bit. They want to be acknowledged by you, to feel needed and praised for their effort. When they do get that, they will be very loving and accommodating, like a cat with hackles raised then turned docile when being petted properly.

How they act towards other people The energy: Earthworm

This person could be young? They don't seem to be too confident when around other people either.

They can act defensive and will try to appear more mature, in control of their life. But others can pick up on their insecurities. They can be shy in public. But they will put efforts into becoming more sure of themselves, learning to gain more knowledge and try to understand themselves better. Maybe they're surrounded by more mature and experienced people, so they feel the need to prove themselves.

They could be the nice guy/ nice girl that people feel that they can ask for more, demand more from your person, they will think that your person is easy-going. Some controlling or manipulative people could be involved too much in their life.

They get projected a lot on, it could be really tiresome. Coupled with their lack of assertiveness could result in them not being taken seriously. It's a big lesson for them to learn in this life, to assert themselves and be clear, to be more in their masculine energy, but not in the toxic way.

People could compliment their hands or their body a lot. It can feel like harassment sometimes. Physical appearance could be their insecurity and makes them more guarded towards people in general.

It probably the reason why you will be gentle and act with compassion when they try to be controlling or aggressive. Because you understand their struggle, and I think deep down, they're really grateful for that.

6. Flourite

How they act towards you The energy: Deer

I will be honest and say that they will act like a parent to you. In a nurturing and caring, protective way.

They will seem motherly to you, regardless of their gender. They will fuss about your daily routine, whether you've eaten enough, do you get enough rest, etc.

They may view you as someone they need to take care of, to gently guide you in life. They could be older or are used to taking care of other people, so they assume this role for themselves, perhaps? In some parts deep down inside them, the thought of helping you, protecting you will satisfy their wish to be a 'saviour', they want to have someone that they can commit to and even sacrifice a part of themselves to that person. They may have some Neptune, Jupiter and Saturn aspects in their chart.

They will be highly in tune with you. What you feel, they can subconsciously feel it too. Someday, you may not feel well in the body and you will see that they've become moody or tired without knowing why. They will share all your joy and sadness, truly mean it when they say that they're happy for you or they feel sad for you.

They could become a little paranoid and overly protective when you show signs of distress of emotional distance. They will want to know why, step in and take care of the cause, could be silently, secretly. Like a guardian, always a few steps behind you.

You will feel that all of their focus is put on you, it could feel unnerving, it could feel like being in a tight embrace.

How they act towards other people The energy: Moth

They are pretty detached towards other people. There's this indifferent air about them. It's not that they don't care, but they don't want to be too involved with the other person, they prefer to keep it light and polite.

They will be generous, though. If someone asks for help, they will probably help them as best as they could, and after that, they won't need any reward or praise from that person. It can feel quite clinical or cold to the other person.

They would like to talk and banter with people, light conversations, nothing too serious, could be gossiping. They have a belief that everyone should have their own path, if somehow their paths are connected, great, but if not, then no problem, just live and let live.

This detachment but friendly way of them could actually make them popular with the crowd. As long as people don't get too attached to them. Only a few people get to have a closer look inside your person's psyche.

People will be curious about them, what do they do for fun? What are they like when angered? what's their favourite food? To even more intrusive curiosity, like what are they like in bed? How much money do they have?

They will keep themselves as a mystery to other people, they can get curious all they want but your person won't care.

[navybrat817]

Teacher's Pet

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You role-play a bit with Bucky before a costume party. Word Count: Over 2.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, role-play, inner monologue, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #6 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Not exactly a costume party with this Stud and Smartie poll winner, but close? @mumbles411, I think you'll appreciate it.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was Tony's Halloween party and it was the perfect excuse to bring one of Bucky's fantasies to life. Months back, he told you about a particular role-play he wanted to try. You, shockingly, didn’t jump him then and there when you asked him to repeat himself, which he did. Right against the shell of your ear.

"I wanna fuck you while you wear a schoolgirl outfit."

Whatever you want, Stud.

You had to admit to yourself, that particular fantasy sounded like fun. You hadn’t thought about fucking any of your teachers before. Had Bucky actually been one of your professors, however, you would’ve been more than willing to cross a line. Who wouldn’t risk it all for him?

You inspected yourself in your mirror with a soft groan as you twirled. You reassured yourself after a moment that you looked good and Bucky would love your costume, if that's what you'd call it. The soft blue cardigan matched one of the shades in the short plaid skirt, which barely covered your ass. The white button-up exposed your midriff, along with the top of your bra, and the knee-high socks provided the finishing touch.

I look sultry, right? No, innocent. Both? Sulocent? Innotry?

With a deep breath, you pushed your door open and left your room to find him.

Oh, fuck.

You weren't sure if you said the words in your head or out loud as you spotted him standing beside the bookshelf in the living room. Everything went quiet in your mind as his gorgeous eyes met yours, but your heart almost raced out of your chest. Instead of his normal work or casual clothes, he had a tight sweater vest over a nice shirt and tie. The outfit made your massive boyfriend look even larger than normal somehow. He even wore a pair of fake glasses to complete his look.

“Well, look at you,” he said, the corner of his lip tugging in a smile as you bit your lip.

Yeah, look at me.

Something predatory in Bucky’s gaze surfaced as he dragged his eyes down the length of your body. You worried initially that the costume was cliche when there were so many others to choose from, but you felt sexy from the way he looked you over. You could’ve worn a hideous costume and he would’ve managed to find a way to compliment you. Tearing your gaze away to glance at the clock, you realized you had time to have some fun together before you had to leave for the party. At least, you hoped he wanted to fool around.

“Professor Barnes,” you breathed, hoping the next words out of your mouth wouldn’t sound ridiculous as you smoothed out your skirt. “Do you have a few minutes to discuss my paper? I want to make sure it’s perfect before I turn it in.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted to experience a bit of role-play before the party, but you wanted to give it to him if he did. The two of you did your best to please one another and it would be something for him to remember for days to come. You would, too.

And I can play it off if he decides he’s not into it, right?

He pushed himself away from the bookshelf to walk toward you, taking slow and deliberate steps as your breath hitched. “Do you normally violate the dress code when you want to discuss a paper? Not what I expect from my top student,” he said, making you swallow as he brushed a finger along one of the buttons on your top. “Or were you just trying to get my attention?”

“I’m going to a party,” you answered, smiling to yourself when he raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure I’ll catch someone’s eye.”

Bucky jaw clenched he stepped closer, forcing you to take a step back with wide eyes. “Is that right? Who said you’ll have time to go to this party?” he asked, backing you up until you were in your bedroom again. “If you really want your paper to be perfect, we’ll have to go through it line by line. That could take quite a bit of time.”

You tried to keep your breathing even as your eyes stayed on him, praying you appeared seductive as you walked backwards until your hips met your desk. “A bit of time? That could take all night, Professor,” you protested, lost in his gaze as he pushed a thigh between your legs.

“I’m counting on it,” he said, his voice quiet and deep as he braced a hand on each side of you. How was it possible for you to come undone when he hadn’t actually touched you? “You still want to be my top student, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do,” you answered as he leaned in, his breath fanning along your lips.

“Good girl,” he whispered, not kissing you just yet as you whimpered. Praise from Bucky always spread warmth through your core. “You do want to be my good girl, right?”

A shiver rolled down your spine when he brought his hands up to cup your face. It didn’t matter how he dressed or acted or what games you played. You knew in your heart this was your Bucky, your roommate, your everything. You were his as much as he was yours. So if he wanted you to be his good girl, you’d give him that.

“Yes, Professor,” you whispered.

His mouth hovered over yours before he kissed you, your mouth moving in perfect time with his. The scent of his cologne filled your nostrils when you inhaled, the touch and smell of him a sensual assault on your senses. The kiss was deep and thorough, a promise of what was to come. It made your head spin when his tongue brushed against yours, your hands flying up to his shoulders because you feared you’d collapse otherwise.

We really might not make it to the party.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice rough as he backed up enough for you to face your desk. Your body felt hot and needy, desperate as you fell into that familiar pit of need you often found yourself in with him. “And bend over.”

Blood warmed your cheeks as you bent over as instructed, your ass on display. Well, almost. You wore a pair of snug underwear that covered as much of you as possible. No doubt he saw the wet spot that formed and you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed with how turned on you were.

“I don’t even have to look at your pussy to know how pretty it is,” he said, flipping your skirt up a bit more. “Bet it’ll look even prettier when it’s taking my cock.”

Please, please, please.

“I thought we were going to discuss my paper,” you said, peering over your shoulder.

“We’ll get to that, but I think we should take care of each other first,” he said, making you clench around nothing as he touched your covered slit. “Or was it your goal to make me hard in my pants and go along your way?”

“No, Professor. I wouldn’t tease you,” you promised, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as he slid your underwear down to your ankles.

“Of course not because you’re my good girl,” he said, your thighs trembling as he pushed them further apart. “My brilliant, sexy, good girl.”

Your head nearly collapsed against the desk, your eyes squeezing shut. Why did his praise make you feel hot and want to cry at the same time? “I…”

Bucky’s hands froze on your thighs when you sniffled, immediately leaning over you and touching your cheek. “Are you okay? Check in, Smartie. Please,” he said softly.

As if you needed more reasons to love Bucky, the fact that he stopped to make sure you were okay meant the world. “Green, Stud. Very much green. I'm okay. I’m sorry,” you replied after taking a breath, your heart nearly beating out of control. “ The praise just hit me all the sudden. And I just love you so much.”

And here you were trying to do something sexy and fun for him and you ruined the moments with your emotions. The erection in his pants probably faded as soon as you sniffled. Maybe the two of you could leave for the party and try again later.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple where you felt him smile. “First, you don’t need to apologize for getting emotional. Second, I love you, too. So much. And third, we'll only keep going if you want to.”

Your eyes shut, the urge to cry both surfacing again and subsiding at his words. “I didn’t ruin the moment, did I?” you asked in a tiny voice.

“You’d never ruin the moment,” he replied, his lips touching your temple once more as you sighed. “Trust me.”

It was comforting that you could talk to Bucky about what was going on in your head or heart, whether you elaborated or kept it short. Which was why you felt confident again when you opened your eyes and glanced back at him, seeing only love, desire, and something soft in his stare. “In that case, I want you to fuck me bare, Professor.”

Bucky groaned, his soft hair tickling your neck, before he leaned up. He kept a hand on your back like he knew you needed his touch, his other hand quickly working to open his pants. “You think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re at the top of my class?” he asked, easily slipping back into his role. “You think you’ve earned my cock?”

“I can take whatever you give me. And I’ve earned it. I’m your good girl, remember?” you said, your nipples aching through your clothes as he pressed you further into the desk. Fiery shocks and heat went through your body as his finger teased your clit. “Please.”

You whimpered as he moved the digit to your folds, spreading the growing moisture around with a hum. He teased your hole, but didn’t push inside. The slow torture made you quiver and you wondered just how much more begging you had to do.

“Really is a pretty pussy for me to ruin,” he said, finally pushing in with little resistance. Your eyelids fluttered as he slid in and out, but you needed more. “Maybe I should let you go to that party. Send you in there dripping with my seed and show those boys who you belong to.”

“Please, ruin me,” you begged when he pulled his finger out, looking over your shoulder again. He was going to fuck you with the glasses on and the thought had your body going up in flames. Almost as much as the fact that he was stroking his hard cock to the sight of you. “Make me yours, Professor.”

“You’re already mine, baby,” he told you as he lined himself up. “But if I need to come inside you to prove it, so be it.”

You cried out as he thrust into you, the stretch intense and the force hard enough that you had to grip the desk to hold on. Waves of sensations threatened to explode through you at the deep slide of his cock, your body more worked up than you initially thought. You crushed your chest against the hard surface beneath you and you moaned as he pushed in more. There was no doubt in your mind that he was in control.

And you loved every second of it.

“Fuck, I needed this,” he groaned, his hand mapping along your back as you melted under his tender touch. “Should make you ride me wearing this. Put your hands behind your back with my tie.”

His mouth was on your neck in an instant when you moaned, licking and lightly sucking as his hips rocked against yours. The image of you in his lap filled your mind, your hands bound as he helped you bounce up and down on his cock. There would be plenty of time for that later. For now, he was practically pounding you into your desk and you wondered why you hadn’t worn an outfit like this for him sooner.

“Should keep you under my desk,” he went on, feeling his weight press you down more as he thrust. “Such a smart mouth in class, I know you can use it to keep me warm.”

“Fuck, please,” you begged, trying to push your hips back. He drove harder and deeper, your wet walls on the verge of quivering with bliss. “Please, Professor.”

He chuckled low in your ear, your eyelids fluttering again as you mewled. Your building orgasm threatened to rip through you and you barely registered that you begged for him again. “Already close, aren’t you? And I thought you were a good girl,” he said, his breath hot as he sped up his thrusts. “But bad girls let their professors fuck them bare, don’t they?”

“Y-Yes,” you whined, your eyes starting to roll back when he angled his hips to hit that glorious spot inside you. “Oh- There. There! Please!”

“My good and bad girl,” he grunted, moving faster as you arched your back, needing desperately to come.

“Want you to come in me,” you blurted out, teetering on the edge. Just a bit more and you’d fall. You needed it.

“I’ll come in you when you come for me,” he urged, smiling when he said the words that made you come undone. “You can do it, baby. Make me proud.”

The cry you let out was a decibel you didn’t think you were capable of reaching when you came, succumbing to pleasure as you shivered beneath him. He let out an impressive string of swears as you quivered around him, chasing his end as ecstasy flowed through you. A few more thrusts and he was gone, painting your walls with a growl before he rested his head on the back of your neck, both of you trying to steady your breathing.

You made a sound of protest as he pulled out of you, both because you didn’t want him to leave your body and you didn’t want his release spilling all over the floor. As if he sensed the latter, he pulled your underwear back up your legs. “Hey. I’m here,” he said, carefully guiding you to the bed so you could cuddle together. You were thankful he moved you since you didn’t have the strength to move yourself.

Fuck the party. I can’t walk.

“So,” he said after a minute, letting out a deep breath as he rubbed your back. “You earned an A.”

You giggled when he smiled, the sight making your heart speed up again. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. You were glad he was satisfied. “Thank you for indulging me.”

“Don’t thank me. It was fun for both of us,” you said, tracing a heart on his chest. “The glasses really are a nice touch. You should wear them again.”

“Yeah? You like how I look in these?” he asked, adjusting them on his nose.

“I do. You’re always handsome,” you said, his blue eyes crinkling behind the lenses.

“I like looking good for you,” he said, tilting your chin to give you a soft kiss. “And I’m fucking you at the party.”

Oh, Stud. You know how to make a girl feel special.

“You better,” you said, burrowing yourself closer. “But I need a minute before I try to move, Stud.”

“Whatever you want, Smartie,” he whispered, linking your fingers together as he took your hand. “Whatever you want.”

These two will always have a special place in my heart. Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[jaybirdluvr73]

You're my Best Friend (nanami kento x reader)

A longer fic version of this

Best friends to lovers with Nanami Kento. Fluff, a little tiny bit of angst but a Happy ending. Mild spoilers. Set in the early 2000s. I was thinking about what to call this and became inspired by the song "You are in love" by Taylor Swift

a/n: this is my first fic like this, i hope you guys like it. Feedback is super appreciated <3

"You're a…what?", you say in disbelief, trying to figure out if your normally level headed best friend has officially gone insane.

"A sorcerer", Kento says slowly, as if he hasn't fully accepted it either. "In the world, there's cursed energy and some people, sorcerers, are capable of using it. Usually to fight curses." 

Your mouth hangs agape as you wonder if this is some prank he's playing on you. But Kento has never lied to you before. (although he's never claimed monsters and sorcerers were real either.)

"I believe you", you say finally, to Kento's relief, "I mean this sounds completely insane but I trust you."

He finally cracks a small smile before frowning as he remembers something. "That's not all"

"What? Don't tell me aliens are real too"

"They want me to go to a school that trains sorcerers" he swallows before continuing, "in Tokyo"

You feel your heart stop as you realise that means you'll hardly see him anymore. Ever since preschool, the one constant in your life has been Nanami Kento. Sitting in class, eating lunch, walking home, no matter what you did or where you were, he was always by your side. 

You can't pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with him, you just remember waking up one day and knowing. Maybe it was when he would ask the teachers questions for you in preschool, or in elementary school when he tried to bake you a cake by himself for your birthday. It might have been when he started reading all your favourite books so he could talk about them with you or when he spent half an hour trying to win you a teddy bear at an arcade. You may not know when you fell in love with him but you do know that loving Nanami Kento came as naturally as breathing.

"Promise you'll come back to visit", you say, trying to offer a smile. He nods, swearing that he'll never break a promise to you.

Nanami Kento remembers the exact moment he fell in love with you. It was fourth grade and your tenth birthday was coming up. He spent days looking up recipes and baking tutorials so that he could bake you the perfect cake. He spent hours on it. By the time he finished, his mom joked that there was more flour on him than in the cake but it was worth it to see the look on your face when he sowed it to you. The cake didn’t turn out great, the layers were uneven, the frosting was grainy and the entire thing was lopsided. When you saw it, you immediately started tearing up. At first he started apologising because he thought it was so bad that it made you cry. But then you threw your arms around his shoulders smiling widely and told him that nobody had ever done something so nice for you before. From that moment he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making you smile like that. 

“- and  I put some of the new Fall Out Boy songs on the playlist too. The new album isn’t their best but”, you stop as you see a strange look on his face. “What’s wrong Ken?” 

“Nothing’s wrong it’s just,” he pauses then says, “You’re my best friend”

“The cheesecake was good but I think next time I want to try the brownie”, you say, shivering as you step outside the new bakery Kento brought you to. “I told you to bring a jacket, " he says, frowning while he takes off his sweater to give you. 

“I didn’t think it would be this cold!” you say trying to defend yourself as you tell him to keep his sweater on so he doesn’t freeze. “I’m not feeling that cold anyway”, he says as he forces the soft material into your hands. 

You put it on, closing your eyes as you feel the warm embrace of the fabric. “It smells like you”, you say before clarifying, “in a good way, I mean.” He just laughs and shakes his head before walking you back home. 

He laughs the same way years later, when you reveal that you slept in the sweater for a week, only stopping once it didn’t smell like him anymore. 

“Kento I know you’re in there!”, you shout, knocking on his bedroom door. “Your mom told me you were home.” He opens the door with a sigh before looking down at you and asking what you were doing here. As he gazes at you, you notice the deep eyebags that weren't there before, and a hardness in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. 

“I’m here because my best friend disappeared! Because you haven’t responded to my texts, or IMs or emails for weeks and I needed to know that you were okay”

“Well you can see that I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me, but you can go now.”

“Fine? Really” , you scoff, pushing your way into the dark room. “You won’t talk to me, your parents told me that you barely say a word to them and you clearly haven’t been sleeping! I want to help you Ken. I want to be there for you but you keep pushing me away.” Your voice softens before you continue, “I know you and Haibara were really close. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now”

“Exactly, you don’t know how I’m feeling right now and I hope that you never do”, he yells , “I’ve seen what this life can do to people, I’ve seen the toll it takes on the people left behind. I could die at any moment while on a mission, and I don’t want you to have to feel that kind of loss! I love you too much to put you through that! It’s better this way.” 

“Better for who Kento? Because I’m already miserable without you and you don’t seem to be doing much better! I know that being a sorcerer is dangerous and that something could happen to you. But isn’t it better to have loved and lost than to live life alone, because you’re worried about what might happen?”, you feel tears welling in your eyes before you continue, “I’m in love with you Kento and I don’t care how risky your life is. I’m willing to face any amount of pain if it means keeping you in my life. I would rather have you, and risk losing you, than not have you and lose you anyway.”

Kento feels his world stop spinning as soon as the words ‘I’m in love with you’ spill out of your lips. His mouth hangs open as he tries to figure out what to say. The only words that he manages to get out are, “Can I kiss you” as he leans closer. You nod slowly as you move towards him. 

You can feel his breath tickle your face before his lips finally descend to capture yours. Something warm grows in his chest, like the first flowers of spring blooming after a long winter. The entire world around him disappears as he feels your soft lips dancing against his own. His hands move gently to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. You snake your arms around his waist, feeling the soft caress of his hands on your cheeks. Feelings left unsaid for years come bubbling up and overflows.

When you two finally break apart to breathe, you notice a familiar look in his eyes. And this time, you knew what it was. 

He is in love

a/n: I'm not a huge fan of the title banner i made but lmk what you guys think.

tag list: @jasminelee324

[izvmimi]

cw: spoilers. after timeskip. selfship-coded. reader has a defined quirk. hurt/comfort.

As strong as the bond between any high school class can be (even yours, arguably more a small superpowered militia than a group of hopeful freshmen in far over their heads and strong enough to make it through the other end anyway), paths diverge as people follow their dreams, even if they will all forever call UA their home. 

It’s fitting that Izuku Midoriya, indisputably the most affected by the trauma of the meta war has kept UA as home base, and settling into his new career as teacher has remained both expected and fulfilling, even if poorly introspective onlookers would think otherwise. He is the heart of what it means to be a hero and that is to inspire the present and the future, and carry on the lessons of the past.

He is also your heart, you muse, as you find him sitting at your kitchen table, poring over graded essays, the red ink from his excessively lengthy corrections and comments practically jumping off the paper it’s scribbled on. You set down your work bag and attempt to sneak up behind him, but even if he’s focused and still, he’s always sharp, setting his pen down to turn around and greet you with a kiss.

“Hey, you’re later than usual, so I just let myself in, is that okay?” he asks. You nod, moving over to wash your hands in the sink quickly, then coming back around to pull a chair next to him. 

You’ve wanted to ask him to just move in together for months now, especially since now you spend more time at each other’s places than you do your own separate ones, but something about the proposition has felt wrong, rushed maybe. It’s been just a little over a year since you moved back to Japan after your fellowship overseas, and while you’ve remained in a varying level of contact the whole time since graduation, the flux of things has changed significantly instead of settling normally. For one, confessing an unrelenting affection that was kept mostly secret since high school had changed the trajectory of your lives, finding ways to incorporate seeing each other without fanfare between your busy post-grad education and his UA courses, then finally a year of long distance had made it difficult to ever feel like things had been truly steady.

“I wouldn’t have given you a code or key if not, silly,” you remind him. He smiles, and you glance over at the last assignment he’s corrected, and grimace. 

“You know if Aizawa had given me this many comments on an essay, I wouldn’t have shown up the next day, Izuku,” you remind him. He laughs, as you take the paper and read his feedback, mind spinning.

“I mean, no kid’s ever cried yet. I try to be nice.”

He is nice, you think, realizing that not a single word in the practical novel he’s scribbled in the margins of the brief constructed response can be misconstrued as disappointed or demanding. 

In fact, you would have cried tears of joy reading this. 

“How was the clinic?” he asks over the turn of another page.

“The most darling kid who didn’t have a Quirk manifest yet at age 5 showed up with worried parents with too much money on their hands.” You twist your mouth to the side. 

Izuku doesn’t look up as he says, “Oh, that’s too bad.”

There’s a pang of discomfort in your chest for a split second, but he doesn’t say anything else, scribbling a series of checkmarks and x’s, the quick scritch of his pen a little louder and resounding.

Izuku was meant to be Quirkless and is happy being Quirkless yet again, his mission fulfilled and the world better for it - even if sometimes only marginally so - but you know he yearns for the ability to be back on the field, with the same restlessness All Might once recounted feeling once he’d retired to teach as well. It’s evident in the way Izuku stays up a little too late reading/watching the news at every level, and how much of his free time he coordinates to a similarly intense training program at the crack of dawn, and the fact that even now he bristles at the implication of Quirklessness as a disability.

Everyone can be a hero. He was the greatest of them all - is, in fact, and not just your personal one, but his own personal world has shrunk. Documentaries, videos, people’s memories will not change that the fact that he’s far bigger than the quiet life he lives.

Now he’s relegated to cheering his friends on, day in and day out, and preparing a path for the youth to surpass him, something he is willing to do, but you know perhaps the timing is a bit too early for someone who shines as brightly as him. 

You rest your head on his shoulder. I love you, you could say out loud, I love you, and the world loves you, for you even more than what you did and what you represent, but it doesn’t help and Izuku cannot help sometimes interpreting your love as pity.

“What do you want for dinner?” you ask instead, keeping your voice as gentle as possible.

He turns to kiss your forehead. “I’m good with anything.”

You hate that no matter what you ask, big or small, he’ll always say this, and decide you’ll order his favorite food instead.

—

Years ago, when Mei contacted you out of the blue while you were ass deep in your medical school finals, asking you if you remembered the last time you’d used your Quirk on Izuku Midoriya, you had immediately assumed she had officially gone insane. It had been greater than five years since you’d last had a normal conversation with her at all, if even that could be considered normal, and you hadn’t had a need to use your Quirk on Izuku since the meta war.

“I know it’s a long shot but I need to know if you still remember-”

“I do,” you answered quickly, then immediately your face warmed at the admission. You can’t help that your Quirk gives you near perfect memory of people by their neuronal diagram, but something about it feels stalkerish when you still think of him affectionately, and not just as someone you’ve once healed. It also doesn’t help what the circumstances were when you’d healed him… but that would be a concern and memory for later.

“How can I help?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes visibly at you when you showed up to Hatsume’s lab the very next day but the animosity between you two has been a running schtick for years and you responded in jest. Using Hatsume’s program to redraw each neuronal connection from memory and adjusting for differences related to age was your greatest contribution to Izuku’s suit, small sums of money to contribute to the class pot whenever you could spare them the other.

There was always a little pang of jealousy that Katsuki could always offer up more money than you could, which once you’d confided to him by late night phone call days before All Might came back to Japan, he’d remind you,

“I’m just trying to beat your boyfriend in a fair fight, don’t make this about you.”

Katsuki’s rash way of speaking has always intuitively comforted you in just this way. It brings a smile to your face, and you offer him a word of thanks, anyway.

“He doesn’t know, does he? I know you like to run your mouth.” 

Katsuki can’t see you roll your eyes. “He’s none the wiser, don’t worry.”

“Good.” 

—

Izuku sends you a daily good morning message, and you’ve rarely beaten him to the punch, but this morning, you offer him a phone call as you make your way to the center of the city to work. All Might is coming back today and will present his suit to him then, the fruit of all your joint labors, and you were practically unable to sleep due to the excitement. Part of you agonized over whether or not you should try to be with him in the moment, but this is a moment to be kept between them, mentor and mentee.

“How are you feeling this morning, Izuku?” you ask, hoping the pants of your speedwalk (late to work as usual), don’t concern him through the phone.

“Weirdly enough, excited. There’s a feeling I can’t quite place, a good one,” he starts, and your grin is ear to ear.

Hours later, you get an excited text and one of the happiest phone calls you’ve ever received, and your heart is full to bursting.

—

“It’s fine, you don’t have to fuss over me,” Izuku insists, and you pout. There’s one stubborn emerald curl that won’t right itself in your opinion, and he’ll be on set for an interview in just a few minutes - the first since returning to active hero work - but he holds your fingers in his hand and pulls them to his lips instead.

“It’s okay. Don’t be nervous on my behalf,” he reminds you as he kisses them. His eyes are kind and relaxing, and you let out a deep breath, biting your lower lip. “I’ve got this, I promise.”

“Fine.”

“I love you,” he reminds you. “Thank you for always being by my side.”

You nod, as his assistant whisks him away, and he steps back into the spotlight, where he’s always belonged.

[pokilicious]

While I understand the appeal of degradation in Dr. Ratio fanfics, consider praise instead. That man throws insults as easily as he breathes, but praise? Legit, genuine compliments? That's rare, that's special. Of course, it could always be a combination of both, but the sheer potential of a Dr. Ratio who is soft when comfortable and far away from all the eyes that follow him wherever he goes is too much to ignore, reminds me of some teachers and professors I had that were tough to pass in class but were completely soft and genuinely nice outside of it, I had this one geography teacher in high school that seemed like one of those teachers who'll fail you for grammar mistakes, but actually was a really cool guy who would grade essays and homework by hand and give feedback privately, or discretely if in front of class, which is something most won't do, and honestly really sweet. I would love to read one of those fanfics where Dr. Ratio is in a relationship without the knowledge of his students or even colleagues, who probably think "who would want that narcissistic guy", and then boom, actually that guy is happily married for almost eight years and is absolutely in love with his S/O and it shows, even if subtly.

I don't normally make posts like this but it's something I've been thinking about for a while lol

[abbyslev]

𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑰𝑻- 𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

WARNINGS: college! teacher hange x college! student reader (no underage shit), fingering, spit, panty stuffing, praise, hange eating pussy hehehe, thigh riding, EYE CONTACT, top! hange

A/N: im still fairly new to this, so any feedback will be appreciated! I hope everyone enjoys teehee. I love all of you and tysm for reading!

WC: 1k

 You shut your notebook, letting out a stressful sigh of frustration.

       “I’ll see you tomorrow!” Your partner waved at you, leaving the class. You nodded, grabbing your backpack from the floor. You hated chemistry class. If you thought high school’s chem was hard, college was harder. 

       What made it even worse was the stupid chem teacher. The way they gave you lingering looks, picked on you to answer knowing you weren’t paying attention, and always stuck around to help you. It made you feel humiliated, but a small part of you loved it. You liked the stinging feeling inside your stomach everytime they even breathed your way.

         Today, you had to make a solution to dissolve an item. Your partner was smart, but refused to touch the chemicals. So, she wrote down everything while you tried to figure out the chemicals. You failed every time, and felt embarrassed as you could feel your Professor eyeing your table from the front of the class. 

        You stuffed your books in your backpack, a blush creeping up on your face as your chemistry teacher approached you. “We need to talk.” They said, You looked up at them as they pushed up their glasses. God that eyepatch made you think thoughts no one should ever have. You nodded, knowing this was about your low grade.

      “Yes, Professor Zoe?” Your hands falter a bit, face red in embarrassment. “It’s Professor Hange for you.” They chuckled. They pressed their hips against the table, fingers playing with their many rings. You nodded, putting your backpack on your shoulders. “I wanted to talk about your grade in chem. I know it’s not the easiest class, but I know you can do it. I have a few options for you.”  They spoke in a low tone, eyes trailing for your hands, up your chest and stopped at your eyes. 

        “W-what would those options be, Professor Hange?” You kept eye contact, face blushing. “Well, for one, you could just redo all the assignments and tests, and I’ll give you the higher grade.” Hange licked their lips before looking down at their veiny hands. “Or, since this is the biggest lab we have, you could come in after dinner and we could redo this lab. I could help.” They stared down at your lips, before looking back up at your conflicted face. 

        You hated sitting there and doing the assignments and tests, you knew you would just fail again. Plus, if you chose the second option, you would get to spend more alone time with Hange. Your stomach turned just at the thought of it.

         “I’ll come in after dinner.” You nodded, smiling. “Okay. Meet me here at five, ok? The door will be unlocked.” Hange gave you a small smile before walking back to their desk. You walked out of the class, a big grin plastered on your face.

-

        You got home, showered, styled your hair and got all dolled up.

       Normally at school, sweats and a jacket would do, but you wanted to look good for Hange. You walked down the chemistry hallway, your hands toying with your phone nervously. Your heart raced with every step you took, close to Hanges classroom. It felt like the shortest walk ever. 

          The white door was cracked open a bit. You pushed it open, looking around the empty classroom. The lights were a bit dim and there was a quiet typing noise. “Hey! You made it.” Hange stood up. You blushed as your eyes met theirs. 

        Their button up shirt was tucked into their black pants, the tops buttons unbuttoned down a bit, exposing their collarbones. Their sleeves were rolled up, exposing a slither of their upper arm tattoo that stopped below their elbow. Not to mention that eyepatch that drives you insane.

       “It’s all set up.” Hange walked towards the table, giving you a smirk. You put your phone in the pocket of your shorts, leaning on the table. “Okay so, if you demonstrate this correctly, I will give you a hundred for the whole semester, ok? I don’t want you to fail.” Hange stood beside you as you nodded. 

      “Ok, which one is the acid?” They watched as your hands grabbed the clear liquid. “That’s correct. Now add it to the blue solution. Just a third of it, not all.” Hange watched over your shoulder. “How much is a third?” You asked, a blush creeping up your neck.

        “Here.” Hange grabbed your hand in theirs. Your hand felt like it was on fire and your heart was beating so fast you swore your Professor could hear it. “Like this.” Hange whispered in your ear, their body up against yours. Your hips hit the table, Hange’s other hand against your waist. You could feel all of them. Your face turned red, a small sigh leaving your lips. Hange didn’t remove their face from beside your ear. 

         The solution turned red. “There you go. Now add this.” Hange kept their position, handing you a packet full of powder. As you opened it, Hange’s hands were on either side of you, grasping the edge of the table. You were trapped, and you loved it. You poured the powder in the solution, watching it turn yellow. “See? You did amazing.” Hange stayed pressed against you. “Is it done?” You asked, hair falling in front of your face. 

         Hange turned you around, smirking. “Yes. You did well. I think you deserve more than just an A.” Hange leaned in. You looked down at their soft lips, before meeting their eyes. They were full of lust and desperation. 

        Hange grabbed your face, lips meeting yours. They molded perfectly against each other, shaky breaths leaving your mouth. “You did good. Such a good girl.” Hange pulled away before connecting your lips again. Their soft hands traveled down your chest, body, and stopped at your shorts. 

        You unbuttoned them quickly. Hange smirked, pressing small kisses on your neck as they lifted you up on the table behind them. The cold made your skin crawl. Hange pushed you back, pulling you shorts down to your ankles. 

         Hange let out a needy sigh, their eyes trailing down your body. They stopped at the small star tattoo on your hip, making them smile. They leaned down, their eyes looking into yours. With the tip of their tongue, they traced the tattoo, making you whimper impatiently. “Tell me what you want, princess.” They press a kiss on the small star. 

        “I want you to fuck me.” You breathe out. Hange, without a warning, pressed their lips against your wet clit. You threw your head back, cheeks red. They slipped their tongue through your folds, pulling back as you let out a loud moan.

      They pull back, taking the rest of your shorts off. Your pink panties appear in their hand. “Open.” They take their pointer and thumb finger on your chin, opening your mouth. They stuff your panties in your mouth, licking their lips. “Be a good girl and quiet down unless you wanna get us caught.” 

      You nod, chest heaving up and down. Hange slipped in their middle finger, watching as your legs closed. Hange pried them open, tongue playing your bud as they added another finger in you. Your muffled moans pleasured Hange. 

          Their tongue worked their way around their own fingers, making your teeth clench around the lace. Hange pulled away, fingers still working you. “You’re so good for me.” She whispered against your soft skin. “So good.” Her hand slipped under your shirt, groping your chest. You held her wrist, eyes watering and drool coming down your chin. 

     Branding the taste of you on their tongue was now their favorite thing ever. The way you arched your back, pleading them through muffled moans to go faster.  Your fingers tangled themselves around Hange’s hair, eyes rolling back. Your thighs clenched around their head, legs shaking slightly. You are so close.

         Hange caught on, pulling their head away. Your movements stopped, staring as Hange stood in between your legs, lips glistening with your arousal. “You’re gonna have to earn this A, baby.” Their long fingers took the panties out of your mouth. A string of saliva hung onto the cloth. Hange kissed you, tongue against yours. You sloppily kissed back, bucking your hips for any sort of friction. 

       Hange picked you up, kissing your neck and you wrapped your legs around their waist. Hange backup against their chair, sitting down with you straddling their waist. They slid your shirt off quickly, hands massaging your breast through your lace bra.  

     “Sit.” Hange moved their thighs so you sat on one of them. You leaned into their neck, a shaky breath leaving your parted lips. “Go ahead, baby. Show me you deserve this.” Their cold hands grazed your nipples, down your stomach and landed on your thighs. 

        Your hips moved back and forth on Hange’s thigh, cold fingertips drawing small circles on your bare legs. “Fuck, Professor.” You mewl, head thrown back. Hange took the opportunity, kissing your neck again. They focused on one spot, nibbling and sucking it as you fastened your pace. Their hands grasped themselves on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.

       “Look at me.” They demanded. You tried your best, but the feeling of euphoria had taken over and it was hard to keep eye contact. “Look at me.” They repeated. One hand grabbed your cheeks, squishing them together as your legs squeezed Hange’s drenched thigh. “Slow down.” Hange pressed their forehead against yours, this time kissing you slowly. “But Professor-” A hard slap on your cheek interrupted you. “Slower.” 

       You whine, but oblige. Your hips slowed down, the feeling starting to build up in your stomach again. You bite your lip down, Arms gripping Hange’s shoulders. “Oh, fuck.” You let out, face in Hange’s chest. “Fuck.” You repeat again, letting it happen. “Keep going, dear.” Hange held back moans from watching you fall apart on their lap,

       You felt their hand inside you again. Your legs buckled as their fingers swirled around you, collecting your cum. Hange brought their fingers up to their mouth, eyes watching yours intently as they sucked their fingers clean. 

       You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. Hange spat a mix of both of you into your mouth, letting out a pleasurable sigh as you swallowed with a smile.  “These are for me to remind myself why you deserve this.” Hange took your panties, slipping them in their pocket. They gave you one last kiss, pushing your damp hair behind your ear. “I’ll see you here Friday?” “Friday works.” You smile before tangling yourself back into them.

[necros-writing-stuff]

3 AM thoughts keeping me up at night. Who the HELL hurt Eden? Where in the fuck did this man learn about caging and collaring? Where did he learn about “training” people? Where did his infatuation with hunting PC come from? Why is he so okay with violating PC, the object of his affections, when he hasn’t ever done so to anyone else before? Is he seriously oblivious? Does he not understand his actions are abusive? He uses the word “train” when first kidnapping PC, which means he’s somewhat aware of what he’s doing.

With the way Vrel phrases it, it sounds like Eden doesn’t enjoy hurting PC but thinks it’s necessary which makes me wonder how??? Why??? What or who broke this man’s psyche?

The only explanation I can come up with… someone might’ve done the same thing to Eden. Maybe, as punishment, he was sold during his time at the orphanage, and the person who bought him treated him like a pet. Maybe they did unspeakable things to Eden that skewed his views on love and obsession.

Is it possible… PC LOOKS LIKE the person who fucked him up big time? Hence, why he can’t or really refuses to have anyone else? It might also explain why Eden treats PC as both an object and a lover. He’s drawing a line between himself and his “abuser.” Is Eden secretly dealing with Stockholm syndrome himself?

Or maybe Eden reads some seriously fucked up erotic novels.

I mean… it can’t merely be he randomly picked up on all of these “techniques,” can it? I wonder if Bailey is aware of what Eden is capable of?

I haven't seen the screenshots, but apparently on the subscribestar Vrel has, one of the people who has hurt Eden include Leighton, who may have been their English teacher.

Now, on to my theories. Eden grew up in the orphanage, and (as per my younger au that I wrote over 2 years ago now) the previous caretaker (Bailey was also an orphan in my headcanon) (we know they're the same age as Eden) abused the orphans the same way Bailey does now. Maybe even worse, as he's heard from Vrel that Eden wasn't allowed to do certain things like listening to music or watching TV.

Bailey says that the orphanage used to have ties with the kennel, right? How far back are we guessing those ties go? Far enough back that the previous caretaker may have utilised it and sent Eden there?

Also, I don't think PC looks like a specific abuser that stuck with Eden. Eden avoids the things that make them uncomfortable, they don't keep them around to punish them. They wouldn't take PC in if that was the case.

It also has to be remembered that Eden thinks they're saving PC, and that every ounce of training is for their own good. They think PC doesn't realise how dangerous town is, that Eden is the far safest option. That and their possessive love makes it easy to excuse it. Vrel has said that Eden doesn't enjoy physical abuse, using it as a complete last resort, and that mental and emotional abuse aren't Eden's thing at all. Just restraining PC when they'd gone past the lines Eden has drawn.

And also, yeah. Eden been alone for well over a decade now, only their thoughts and books to keep them company, with the occasional Bailey visit or town trip for supplies. Their sense of normal is going to be heavily skewed here without regular, normal feedback from people correcting their bad habits. Ironically, Eden touched too much grass and needs to go chill in a public space and talk to normal people.

[theallegedbird]

look this really isn't the kind of post i'd normally make but why the fuck aren't we talking about trans rights in the uk. this is just the latest thing they've thrown at us. it's absolute shit here to be blunt.

on the 19th the uk department of education (DfE) released its guidance for schools and colleges and how they deal with trans kids

its bad. really fucking bad.

but there is some hope in that they are asking for feedback from teachers and school leaders, myself and a friend wrote a document going through why the guidelines are so awful but stopped after focusing on four points since it was. half midnight on the same day this guidance was released. we then gave this to as many teachers as we could before the holiday break and believe me it did a lot, we're working on completing a full version soon

so, uk students, i am begging you to do similar and try persuade your teachers to give feedback (if its safe for you to do so), you'd be surprised how supportive they can be if you break down what this guidance will bring

teacher feedback can be given here, the deadline is the 12th of march 2024

i'm going to go through some of the worst parts of this guidance, keep in mind that according to the education secretary gillian keegan, "this guidance puts the best interests of all children first" utter bullshit obviously

to start off throughout this whole thing they never use the word trans/transgender, just "gender questioning" which feels so fucked up to me

ok so to be blunt essentially what this is going to do is to out any trans kids who want to socially transition to their parents, as well as the fact a school can just. fucking decline any request to socially transition.

"The… guidance clarifies that schools and colleges do not have to, and should not, accept all requests for social transition."

"We are also clear how vital it is that parents are informed and involved in the decisions that impact their children’s lives."

"Parents’ views must also be at the heart of all decisions made about their children – and nowhere is that more important than with decisions that can have significant effects on a child’s life for years to come.”

oh yeah they also connote the whole "trans kids can just get permanent altering medical treatment" bs

on top of that we have this shit

"In exceptional cases where a request to social transition is agreed, children, teachers or staff at a school should not be required to adopt the use of preferred pronouns and there must be no sanction, verbal or otherwise."

so even if you're fucking allowed to socially transition people can straight up misgender you with no fucking consequences. they are legitimately making it so transphobia cant be punished

there is so much more fucked up stuff in this thing as well but you can read that yourself

they are going to kill trans kids if this goes through. they fucking know that. i have the privilege of being out to my parents and them being tolerant but so many closeted trans kids, friends of mine included, wouldn't be able to safely come out even in school. and i know personally how shitty your mental health can get in that situation.

the intent of this guidance is simply put, not in the interest of ‘protecting children’, but in the further marginalisation of an already extremely vulnerable group. they're trying to wipe us out.

uk students, please inform your teachers of what this guidance will do and get them to oppose it in feedback. others just try and spread the word

protect trans kids and fuck the tories.

[loren91]

Would you have any advice on how to find your own style, or just nurturing a habit of drawing things well if that makes sense ?

Oh hello anon! This is a topic I have many opinions about so I might go on a lil rant 😅

I don’t believe it’s good for you to chase after an “art style” in your personal practice. The only time a set art style is necessary, is when you’re working on a project (film, book illustration, game etc) that needs a coherent design.

Because when you get stuck in the mindset that you need a specific style to be an artist, you’ll only restrict your own creativity. It’s much more rewarding to explore different styles and techniques. Have some fun and experiment with your art!

I’ve been practicing art for about 15 years, and personally don’t really think I have a set “art style”, nor do I want it because I know I’ll just end up bored 😅 But then I’m probably biased because I’m an animator, and a part of my job is to adapt to new designs. Maybe you can identify my drawings as mine, similar to how you can recognise someone’s handwriting, it’s just how I draw and it’s not always a specific choice I’ve made.

Now I don’t know how many years of practice you’ve had so far, but it’s worth keeping in mind that your art will change over time as you learn and improve. You’ll find what you’re comfortable with in your own practice. In a way, your “art style” will naturally come to you!

I’m gonna offer some advice that I’ve picked up over the years!

Drawing is a skill, and just like any other skill you need to be persistent and have a lot of patience. Any art teacher will tell you that you need to draw 100 bad drawings until you can make a good one. Sounds daunting I know, but it really is the truth. And when you get to that good drawing it’s so damn satisfying! 🩷

There’s no such thing as talent. There’s only willpower, determination, time and patience. Anyone can learn to draw! You just gotta have the interest to keep at it, even when it’s hard.

Feeling frustrated is perfectly normal and valid, drawing is really hard! I end up rage quitting drawings all the time lol. Then it’s good to go cool down. Take a walk, read a book, have some tea or whatever you enjoy. Come back to the drawing or start a new one when you’re comfortable again. Don’t force it! Anxiety isn’t good for your creativity.

Feedback is the most valuable resource you can find to help you improve! Find someone you trust to be honest and encouraging. Maybe a friend, family member, teacher, or colleague? Or maybe find a good art community, online or irl.

Use reference!! All well respected artists do I promise you! I really like Pinterest for collecting references and inspiration.

If you can, go to life drawing classes where you live. It’s some very good practice!

Be wary of some art tutorials you find online. I keep seeing some awful ones from TikTok and YouTube, and they make me so angry 🙃 If the person can’t even explain how anatomy works or why they draw the way they do, chances are they don’t even know what they’re doing. You want the full context to properly learn! I can make an extensive list of YouTube videos I’ve found helpful if anyone’s interested lol

And again, have fun with it! Draw because you want to, because you enjoy it. Then you’re gonna have the best time 🩷

Best of luck to you! ✨

[annafall]

now that its been 2 years, i think i have enough distance to that asshole from back then who fucked me up so much that i can talk about it properly

putting it under a read more, dont expect anyone to actually read it, just need to get it out

cw abusive relationships, fictional sa, fictional torture, grooming, self-harm mentions, suicidality mentions, hospital mentions

so back in 2022 i met someone online, a dutch girl on a rwby rp discord. she was 28 and i was 27 and we hit it off insanely well

too well, in fact

right from the get go she was absurdly flirty and of course, as a trans girl who just started hrt and had absolutely no self esteem, that worked well

we talked a lot and 99% of the time it was some sort of sex topic, turned into sexting really quick. if we talked about the things she wanted to talk about, it got instant feedback . i think the first i love you came 3 weeks in and it became a flood of compliments and professions of love and the like. talking about other things got little to no response and if i said something she didnt like, she straight up ignored me for the rest of the day, went offline and didnt answer anymore

eventually we talked about an rp scenario, this was still sfw, but already pretty messed up. she wanted to rp a torture thing. not the actual torture itself, just my character being out of it the next day and realizing slowly what had happened. like, how her vision was gone on one eye, or how she couldnt stand up anymore because "there was nothing go stand on". how weird the meat tasted that she got fed

this was between cinder and penny from rwby, but inversions of the two. my character was a version of cinder who got adopted by hazel before the madam showed up, who always meant so much to me because of how much i relate to her. she was wishful thinking, a what if for an abused girl who finally got help

penny was laughably evil, she was salems newest maiden, sadistic as fuck, had all sorts of implements installed into her, like syringes and needles built into her fingers to do whatever the fuck those would do, grimm parts that replaces mechanical ones, like a grimm part for a reactor

and at first, it was kinda fun honestly, fucked up but in a twisted self-harm-y way.

then she talked me into roleplaying a full on torture scene and i was reluctant, but eventually relented because getting silent treatment again was worse at the time. so we just ... roleplayed a torture scene. something about forceful cannibalism, i dont remember the details

at that point i had abandoned all my boundaries in favor of not being ignored again, because then i would be treated nicely, being told i matter, that she wants me, loves me.

and then it was a full on torture SA scene

it was probably the most extreme thing ive ever experienced in this sense, as a fictional thing, and i have seen some shit

like, full on destruction of the body type shit, vile and sadistic

it took me roughly a year, i think, until i could just see regular images of penny without panicking

penny with grimm-parts is to this day a massive trigger, as are depictions of absurdly long tongues because that somehow featured into this torture scene

i was in a bad way then, because the character i had player was someone i projected onto, identified with, and she had been abused to a degree that a normal human in the real world could never survive

i had let her assault my reader-insert, if you will

i was starting to crack, full on suicidal at times from everything, unable to keep it going any more, and then, because i couldn't "perform" like that anymore, it seemed over

a friend irl noticed and we talked about stuff, and eventually she suggested, i should look further into the info i had of her

the image? straight off of instagram (but believable, she said she was a teacher and the girl she sent me looked the type)

her being a dutch teacher at a dutch middle school? pulled into question when she couldnt explain extremely simple stuff about the language

so many things that just turned out to be extremely flaky or no longer trustworthy

when i confronted "her" about it, she dumped me, tried to guilt trip me about the catfishing

i was gonna let it go, until a mutual friend messaged me, flora, and through pure coincidence, it turned out that flora had received explicit images from that asshole too

flora was, like me, dealing with aith mental health problems

flora was 17 at the time

and when another kid like that stepped forward, i knew what this person was

i had fallen into the hands

a full on predator, looking for mentally ill people online to fuck them over

we ended up reporting her to discord for solicitation of minors and she got banned from a dozen rp discords after, but i dont know if she ever got banned

and to this day, everytime someone joins the simps server, i still check to see if its her, because the owner assured me he would ban her instantly the moment she stepped foot into the server

she was my first "relationship" (im putting it in air quotes, because really the first real relationship I've had that was built on mutual adoration, respect and love was with Robyn), and it ruined me

we briefly considered putting me in a hospital just in case, because my mental health had deteriorated so much

i know, rationally, that shes never going to come back, but im still terrified of her

[navybrat817]

Any chance we'll see tattoo artist Steve soon? 🥺

Here's a bit of Steve's birthday, nonnie.

By Any Other Name

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers x Teacher!Female Reader Summary: You're the only thing Steve wants for his birthday. Word Count: Over 900 Warnings: Implied sex, implied oral sex (f. receiving), future couple, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Meet Thorn and Rose, set in the same AU as Hottie and Sugar. ❤️ Thank you to @jobean12-blog for chatting with me about this! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics and Steve edit by the wonderful Nix. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first thing you thought when you woke up was that you couldn't believe how well rested you were. The sun was already up, shining bright through the window and curtain. You didn't normally sleep in and had no idea what time it was, but you didn't care as you nestled back into the pillow. It was going to be a good day.

If indicated by the wonderful ache between your thighs.

Your eyes widened when the figure beside you wrapped an arm tight around your waist. For a second, you almost forgot that you weren't alone and weren't in your bed. The large body was so warm and solid, practically a furnace. The beard that tickled your neck made the ache in your core throb with need.

So, I did actually sleep with my tattoo artist. It wasn’t a dream.

"Morning," Steve rasped, his lips lightly brushing against your skin as you held back a whimper.

“Morning,” you whispered back.

Your heart fluttered when he raised his head, his deep blue eyes focusing more as he smiled. His blonde hair was slightly dishevled, but he managed to still look perfect. You probably looked like a monster. It didn’t stop him from pressing a kiss between the center of your eyes.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his muscular arm pulling you a bit closer.

"I'm okay," you replied after a moment, lightly tracing one of the tattoos on his forearm.

"Just okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

You weren't sure how to respond. The gorgeous man who talked you through getting your tattoo was practically a stranger. And you slept with him. To say he rocked your world was an understatement. The man shattered you and you couldn’t believe how he was able to put every piece of you back into place.

“Steve, Steve, Steve!”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Scream my name when I make you come for me. I’ve got you.”

The mere memory, along with his chest against yours, made your nipples hard and made you damp between your legs. You didn’t draw any attention to it though. While he didn’t seem like the type to kick you out of his bed, you had no idea where he wanted to go from here.

“More than okay. I slept really well,” you admitted, backing up just a little. He didn’t need your morning breath in his face.

Steve only pulled you closer. “So did I,” he smiled, cracking his neck a little. “And how’s your wrist feeling?”

“Just fine. Thank you,” you said as he gently took it to check. You still couldn’t believe you ran from the chair when he turned the tattoo gun on. Needles weren’t your thing. He managed to get you through it and you were glad for it.

The rose and single thorn tattoo was beautiful and worth conquering that fear.

“I’m glad you went through with it. And I’m not afraid to tie you down if you try to run from me again,” he winked, making your cheeks hot. “I have to say, this is the best way to wake up on my birthday.”

“Wait, it’s your birthday?” you smiled when he gave you a sheepish look. “Happy birthday, Steve. I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

To be fair, you didn’t know and you hadn’t expected to go home with him last night.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, slowly tugging the sheet away. “But do you want to give me something?”

Instead of trying to cover yourself up, you let him fully see you in the sunlight. The way his eyes darkened, he liked what he saw. “What did you have in mind?” you asked, your voice huskier than before.

“Well, Bucky and the guys are having a small thing for me tonight,” he said, lightly running his fingers along your torso. “Would you, maybe, want to go?”

Not what I thought he’d have in mind, but that kind of sounds like a date.

“Sure,” you smiled, happy that he wanted to see you again. “I’d love to go.”

Watching his face light up was almost like you gave him a real gift. “Is it selfish to ask for one more thing?” he asked, bracing himself over you before he leaned down to capture your mouth.

Any self-conciousness about your breath and anything else disappeared as desire took over. His cock was hard, trapped between your bodies as he lightly grinded against you. “That all depends on what you ask for,” you teased as he moved his kisses down your neck.

“Scream my name again. Do it while my tongue’s deep inside you,” he said as you bit your lip. It sounded more like a command and one you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. “And do it again when I give you my cock.”

“Steve,” you whimpered, slipping your fingers into his hair.

“Louder than that, Rose,” he said, nipping your collarbone and making you giggle at the reference of your tattoo. “And since it’s my birthday, I get to eat as much as I want.”

“You really are going to be a thorn in my side, aren’t you?” you asked affectionately.

“I prefer to be the ache between your gorgeous thighs,” he smirked. “So open up and let me eat.”

Your legs spread without another word. You’d let him have his fill. It was his birthday, after all. And it would’ve been wrong to deny him.

Steve deserves it, right? Love and thanks! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Steve Rogers Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hello, I hope you're doing well. I'm an INTP, and I've always had a struggle of getting along with people in a casual setting. I find it difficult to keep up with people's light-hearted banters and roasts. There seems to be a very fine line between poking fun at a person and outright insulting them or making it awkward, and I somehow fall into the wrong side of this line. Even if i repeat and emulate other people's lines, it comes off with a wrong tone. I'm not entirely sure if it's my voice or expression that makes them fall flat or be awkward. I try to constantly dissect these kinds of conversations in my head, but it does not come out the way I want it to in real life.

Another thing is when I'm the one being poked fun at, I fail to give off a good response or a witty comment back. All I can manage is awkward smiles and laughs. It seems like I don't have a knack for these kinds of conversations, which really sucks because not only do I want to join in the fun, this kind of banter is how most people in my culture communicate and bond, so I feel left out and awkward amongst them. I feel like this is made worse by the fact that I am always thinking about how I will respond instead of focusing on what others have to say.

How do you think it's possible for me to learn this specific way to communicate without having to fall into a social mishap every time I try?

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Unfortunately, not everyone is equally endowed with the ability to fit in well socially. You shouldn't feel ashamed for the way you're born because it's not something you have control over. This doesn't mean you can't work on it and improve, though it might be a difficult process. It's important to not get too discouraged when you receive negative feedback. Treat negative feedback as an opportunity to deepen your learning and understanding.

One problem I'm noticing right away is that your view of socializing is far too narrow in scope, which is related to inferior Fe. You want help with this particular situation, but it's likely that the problem goes deeper than that, in terms of being unable to adapt well in social situations in general. There's no easy and simple formula for being able to socialize well. Socializing is a complex activity. It's a skill set. There's no one route you can take as a shortcut to success. As you've seen, shortcuts can easily backfire on you.

People generally learn good social skills through trial-and-error in childhood. Parents and teachers teach appropriate social behavior and then feedback from peers helps refine important lessons. However, there are a lot of things that can get in the way of the normal learning process. For example, traumatic experiences of humiliation, bullying, or abuse can stunt social development.

Have you reflected on why you're lagging in this department? It could be something as simple as lacking social experience, or something as complicated as a neurological condition that makes it difficult for you to read social cues. If you want to improve your social skills more efficiently, it helps to know why exactly your social skills are lacking in the first place.

How old are you? This is important because your approach to socializing seems somewhat childish. Children generally learn to socialize through modeling. Essentially, they observe what others do and try to imitate it. However, childhood strategies rarely work optimally in later stages of life. Growing up requires evolving better strategies because each subsequent stage of life becomes more and more complex, with more and more new factors to take into consideration. To illustrate...

Assuming normal development, children are generally quite amiable. They can easily start playing with anyone who is friendly toward them. They speak freely because they haven't developed a filter yet, and their peers aren't sophisticated enough to be easily offended anyway. When they like someone, they'll show it by starting to mirror them, which helps create a special bond.

Now imagine if you continued this into adolescence. Fun is no longer the prime objective. Adolescence is about experimenting with expressions of personal identity in new and creative ways, in order to eventually carve out one's own space in society. This should actually coincide quite well with auxiliary Ne development because it would open you up to exploring different facets of existence.

Who do you want to be? What do you wish to express? In adolescence, people are gradually strengthening their sense of self. They have more complicated thoughts, louder feelings, and stronger opinions. If you continue speaking freely like a kid without a filter, you'll encounter a lot more pushback and people expecting that "you should know better" by now.

When you don't have an identity to express or suppress your true identity in order to fit in, you're going against what is socially expected of you at this stage of life. You're likely to come across as inauthentic, desperate, uncool, or unlikable. Instead of learning to be yourself, you're trying too hard to be someone else. Although you want to be able to banter like everyone else, maybe it's not your ideal form of communication, which means you have to figure out what your ideal way of communicating is, and then find a way to add it into the mix.

Assuming normal development, a person should possess a strong sense of self and identity in adulthood. Socializing is no longer about imitation or experimentation but about building healthy companionship and community. You have to know yourself, your needs and values, in order to find compatible companions. You have to know what positive things you can offer and contribute, in order to find a community that truly appreciates you.

What I hear from your description is that you haven't been able to evolve your socializing strategies, so the question is why? Until the root causes are known, I can only offer speculations.

It's possible that you are still relying on childhood socializing strategies because you don't know yourself well enough, which means you aren't able to constructively express who you really are.

It's possible that you have an identity but are unable to express it in a way that others can accept, because you haven't done enough to work on your communication skills.

It's possible that lack of Ne development in adolescence has slowed down your social learning, by making your mind too narrow/closed to adapt to change in a timely manner. This would be worsened by chronic Si loop problems. It is primarily Ne that allows NPs to banter well.

Questions of identity are complicated, so I can't really speak more about it until you clarify whether there's a problem there. In the meantime, I can only say some general things about communication.

Contrary to appearances, banter isn't about roasting people. It's really about building rapport. Building rapport involves: 1) hearing what people are saying and understanding what they're trying to express about themselves and why, 2) taking what they say and considering several possible ways of looking at it, and 3) adding your own ideas to build upon what was said in a positive way.

When people roast each other in a friendly and unoffensive way, what they're really doing is validating each other, in order to strengthen the relationship bond. It seems you haven't understood this. Everyone wants to feel validated by their loved ones. Validating someone is a way of saying between the lines "I really see you and love you". If you're going to roast someone, you have to find your own way of validating them that somehow connects it back to the unique relationship you have with them.

For example, I have an ENFP and an ESFP friend who are great friends with each other, and we often lose ourselves in mindless banter. Their personalities are so similar that people always assume they agree on everything. They are both very "loud" people, in every way. If you were an unsophisticated socializer, you'd assume that it'd be fine to treat them both the same way, but you'd be wrong.

I relentlessly mock my ENFP friend for being way too loud. They're not offended because they not-so-secretly take pride in being very outspoken, always willing to stand up for what they believe in. Despite sounding like I'm being critical, I'm actually showing that I appreciate this aspect of them by calling attention to it. They have a history of helping me through tough social situations. They often mock me in return for not speaking up immediately, but I'm not offended because what they're really saying is that they'd be right there to back me up as soon as I needed them.

However, I would never, ever mock my ESFP friend in the same way because they once confided in me that they suffered a lot of abuse from their parents for being too loud. If I were to mock them, I'd be pressing on an old wound and hurting them. Instead, I mock them for being too "flamboyant", which addresses their loudness in a subtly different way. For instance, I often pretend to be blinded by their super bright clothing, which, between the lines, communicates that I love their bold and daring fashion style (that they take great pride in). In return, they mock me for my dull and boring shades of grey and black, which is fine by me, because my style is usually noticed and complimented as being sleek and sharp. The mocking is actually a way of expressing that they are jealous for not being able to pull off such coolness.

One of the problems with having inferior Fe is that you don't do enough to build an accurate and detailed theory of mind, to properly understand who someone really is, apart from how you perceive them. In order to see the world through someone else's perspective, you have to put time and effort into wearing their shoes. Be more attentive to the finer details that set them apart.

In other words, to strengthen relationships with validating banter, you have to understand people as individuals with unique characteristics, needs, and preferences. Perspective taking is something that most people could stand to improve, in order to become more effective and empathetic communicators.

Yes, you're right, when you're always hyperfocused on yourself and whether you're saying the right thing, it's easy to lose sight of the other side of the equation. Perhaps you need to be more forgiving of yourself and allow yourself more space to sit back and relax, and only jump in when you feel comfortable and confident about it.

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I Quit (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Angst/fluff

Sweet sex to make a partner feel better about themselves (Christian Cage x f/reader x Adam Copeland) - Smut/fluff/some angst

Two partners make their third partner feel better (Christian Cage x f/pregnant reader x Adam Copeland) - Smut/fluff

Being caught masterbating (Christian Cage x ftm/trans masc partner) - Smut

A pregnant partner having a rough time (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Fluff

Cheated on by a partner (Adam Copeland x f/reader) - Angst

A partner realising they may have lost a partner for good (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Angst

Sleeping issues (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Angst/fluff

Telling a good friend about pregnancy (Adam Copeland/Daniel Garcia) - Fluff

Trying to leave for vacation (Adam Copeland x f/reader) - Fluff

The aftermath of finding out a partner cheated (Adam Copeland x f/Christian Cage younger sister) - Angst

Cheated on by a partner, second request with same prompts (Adam Copeland x f/reader) - Angst

Experimentation part 1 and part 2 (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Smut/fluff

A partner gets sick (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Fluff

Punishment version 1 and version 2 - Smut

Learning to love again (Adam Copeland x f/reader) - Smut/fluff

Shower sex (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Smut

Dealing with depression and anxiety (Adam Copeland x f/reader) - Angst/fluff

Helps you feel better after receiving hate (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Fluff

Pegging for the first time (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Smut/angst

Concussions and looking after you (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Fluff

Breakup and makeup (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Fluff, smut, angst

NSFW alphabet - Christian Cage

Fluff alphabet - Christian Cage

Reader/Christian gets punished after teasing (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Smut

Tsunami anxiety (Adam Copeland x f/reader) - Fluff, smut

The Brood fics:

Consequence (Christian Cage x f/reader)

The Feeding (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Smut

‘Love Like Blood’ (Brood fic):

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The piss chronicles:

Part 1 (Christian Cage x f/reader) - Smut