Enigma Wrapped in Hypocrisy

 Okay I’m not sure how to do this… and I’m not into wrestling… And i’m really bad at this getting things done thing… sooo… I’m sorry, I know this has been in my asks for 100 years. But excuses… And i’m tired of this being in my drafts sooo… However, Hopefully it's decent enough. 

Fandom: Onward

Pairings: Barley x Reader (mention of grandchildren once but nothing that indicates gender... I think...) 

Warnings: Bad writing, Quick Mention of drunk idiots harassing reader, I don’t know a thing about Wrestling, Fluff, very bouncy thoughts... a tiny little bit of almost angst. 

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You met Barley at a wrestling match when a few drunk idiots decided to hassle you. As they tend to do… 

You ran into the first, seemingly safe person you saw. You looked at him with puppy eyes and were grateful he understood your silent plea. 

Barley smiled warmly and put his arm around you. He pretended to be your boyfriend until the guys lost interest in you and left. He made some jokes to lighten the mood and struck up a casual conversation with you, as if you really did know each other. You found yourself amazed and feeling better, it seemed this elf boy radiated security and gentleness.  

Then, with a simple thank you, you’d parted ways; only to run into each other again at the local diner after the match. It was there you had sat and talked well into the early hours of the morning. 

You learned he was interested in many things you were, and you just felt… content around him. By the time you had to part, numbers were exchanged, and he’d texted you before noon that day. 

You began hanging out shortly after that. You were nearly always at each other’s house, and quickly became close with his family. His mother adored you and his brother felt comfortable enough to joke around with you. 

All in all you and Barley were quite close.

But not as close as your family's seemed to think you were… or maybe hope would be more appropriate…  

*

The weekend had finally arrived and you made your way to Barley’s house, as planned, after work.

There was a big wrestling event in the evening and you and Barley had plans to hang out and watch it together. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend a lot of time at the Lightfoot house so no one batted an eye when you showed up a little early. 

Ms. Lightfoot welcomed you and let you know that Barley had called saying he'd be a little late, and she was going out with friends. As she was leaving she turned to wink at you telling you, with a knowing look, to have fun. 

You thanked her as you felt your cheeks flush with warmth and made your way to the familiar living room. You didn't mind waiting for Barley, in fact, you'd be willing to wait all night if it meant spending time with him. Not that you would tell him that...

Lost in your thoughts about how dumb and sappy that sounded even in your mind, and the implications therein, you hadn't noticed Barley's brother come in.

You had spent a fair amount of time with both brothers since you’d first met Barley. So by this time Ian was pretty comfortable around you, sometimes even coming to you for help or advice. Especially when it entailed something he might have been too embarrassed about to ask his mother or brother about.  

 Ian had decided to take a break from homework, and get a snack when he found you lost in thought on his couch. When he came back from the kitchen only to find you with the same dazed expression several minutes later he decided to tease you a little. 

"Barley late for date night?" Ian asks, his tone even, leaning against the wall an apple in hand. 

"Yea- wait no! Why would you say that?" You blink taken off guard by the sudden question. 

Ian raises an eyebrow in a ‘really?’ expression. 

“Shut up” you try and fail to keep the blush from your voice. "We're just… eh… hanging out!" You defend a little too enthusiastically. 

“Interesting that’s the part you chose to respond to…” Ian chuckles, before heading back upstairs. If you weren't ready to admit your feelings, who was he to do it for you… besides, this was  far more amusing.

*

It wasn't much longer until Barley arrived home, a little disheveled. The match wasn't due to start for another hour, maybe more depending on how things went, and yet it looked like the elf boy had rushed home. 

Why? 

The only thought that continued to creep into your mind was you… he rushed home to see you. The idea of It warmed your heart, and filled you with a longing. A longing for a potential life where Barley was coming home after work each day to see you. 

He'd find you cooking… reading… working on some project… and kiss you. 

You'd ask him about his day… and he yours. 

You'd share a pleasant dinner and end the night cuddled on the couch… 

You’d be happy… 

Ian's words run on loop in your mind and you don’t notice the way Barley’s face lights up upon seeing you. 

Did Barley think you were dating? That this was a date? 

Did he want it to be? 

Did you? 

You hadn't noticed you were staring until Barley brought attention to it. 

"What?" You jump. 

"I asked why you were looking at me like that?" he gives you his charming little half smile as he repeats, what you assume was, his earlier question. 

"Oh, um… nothing… no reason" you blush and desperately avoid looking at him. 

Barley watches you for a moment, clearly not believing your answer, but gives in with a shrug. 

"I'm just gonna go put my stuff down and get something to drink… you want something?" He asks. 

"Okay, um… no thanks" you try to sound casual all the while you're incredibly aware of your quickening heartbeat. 

Barley nods before leaving you, calling to you from the kitchen. He asks about your day. You give a non answer in response and ask him about his. 

He goes on to tell you about some funny thing his boss said in response to an irate customer, and soon returns to the living room. He hands you your drink before flopping down next to you. 

You scold him as you nearly spill. Not really realizing he brought you something even though you told him you didn’t need him to… not only that, but it was definitely your favorite… why would he… how… 

"Sorry my love" he smirks, clearly not sorry. 

You roll your eyes giving him a little shove in response to the nickname. He often called you sweet things. Things you previously attributed to his personality or teasing but now they had you wondering.

When he called you those things, sweetheart, darling, dear… was he actually hinting at what he really felt? 

You look at him out of the corner of your eye and quickly squeak noticing he was watching you with an indescribable emotion.

"W-what?" You try to act casual. 

"What's wrong with you?" He asks, blunt and to the point. 

"What do you mean?" You try and play it off, as if your mind wasn’t playing that little game with the levers and ball… and see you can’t even remember what it’s called… and it’s your analogy… 

PINBALL! Your brain was playing pinball… the dinging buzzing things the ball hits against being the sudden and many thoughts… which makes you the ball? Or was the ball the thoughts… bouncing around… there goes the analogy again…  

"You're being all quiet and…” he indicates you vaguely,  “did my mom say something to you? She's been teasing me about grandchildren lately, she didn't say something like that too you did she?" 

Your eyes widen and you suspect Barley didn't mean to let that slip out by the blush now coloring his ears. 

"No… but um… what-what do you tell her when she asks about that kind of stuff?" Yeah super subtle… 

Barley scratches the back of his neck, “I tell her we haven't discussed that…" 

Wait…

"Why would we… Um Barley?" You push away your insecurities, fear that you’d read the situation wrong, and decide to just jump in with both feet. 

Or tip over the machine? Does it work now? The analogy? 

He 'hmms'. 

"Do you think we're dating?" You try to phrase it gently but cringe when you hear yourself. You don’t want to come across rude, like you’re making fun of him… but also don’t wanna let on how much you’re starting to suspect you want him to say yes… 

Barley looks away from you, practically purple at this point. 

"Uh… no of course not…" It sounded small, nervous but... hopeful? 

"Do… do you want to?" you manage to force out, slightly proud of your mostly even tone.

Do you?

You’re still not sure at this point yourself, you’d only just realized the way you feel about the elf boy that was your best friend. Did you want to risk that? What happens if this was just a little puppy attraction, lust thing… and whatever relationship you begin quickly sizzles out? 

Barley is looking at his hands as he nervously fiddles with the zipper of his vest. He bites his lip and tries to avoid your gaze. 

Oh… 

You soften, “It’s okay if you do… I mean… wanna… um…” Now you can’t find the words, which becomes more difficult when Barley looks up at you, hope shining in his eyes. 

“What are you saying?” he prompts, heart pounding in his chest. He hopes you can’t hear it. 

You shift, turning towards him slightly. “Well… if you wanted to maybe go on a date or something…” 

“Yes?” 

“I’d probably be okay with that… I mean… if you want to” you add the last part, now desperately hoping this wasn’t some awful joke. 

Barley smiles, reaching forward to brush a piece of hair from your face. “Do you wanna go on a date with me?” He asks softly, apparently having gained some confidence back. 

You nod, leaning into his touch before you realize you’re doing it. 

“Tomorrow night?” he suggests. 

Again, you nod, not trusting your voice. 

Barley smiles, his attention turning back to the tv. The match was starting soon, the announcers already talking about what they expect to happen. He leans back, his arm resting behind you on the top of the couch. Not an uncommon thing for the elf boy. What was uncommon, however, was you relaxing against his side and how right it felt.

Without a word, perhaps because he wasn’t sure he could trust his voice either, Barley brings his arm down around you, holding you against him. 

If you had the courage yourself to look up at him, you would have seen the flushing upon his cheeks. But either way this was comfortable and you weren’t in a hurry to end it any time soon. 

*

A few hours later Barley's mom returns home. Maaaybe a little drunk which results in her cooing loudly when she finds you and Barley asleep and cuddling on the couch. 

This, and her half stumbling up the stairs, manages to rouse you and Barley from your comfortable nap.

Barley yawns, and slowly gets to his feet. 

"Come on, I'll drive you home" he offers another yawn soon follows.

"Don't worry, I can drive myself" you stretch, not really pleased with the idea of making the trip home yourself.

"You're too tired- not safe" Barley half murmurs. 

"You're too tired" you retort. 

"You should stay here… on the couch… or I can take the couch" he stumbles over his words. 

You nod in agreement flopping back on the couch. When Barley doesn't leave you raise a brow in question. 

"I was just thinking…" he shuffles from one foot to the other.

You watch him with patient eyes, now a little more alert. You'd let him say what he needed, when he needed not wanting to rush him. 

"I mean… if I don't drive you home I can't kiss you goodbye…" 

His ears were a dark maroon by now and you can't keep the smile from your eyes. His sweetness, his bashfulness, just how God damn cute he was. And most of all… how much you wanted to kiss his pink tinted face. 

So you did. 

You stood, quicker than he could react, grabbed his face on either side, and brought his lips to yours. After a moment of shock Barley’s arms come around you, keeping you too him. 

You can't say for sure if the head rush you felt was from the kiss or standing too suddenly, but you chose to think it was the kiss as you give him several more little pecks before eventually breaking apart with a yawn. 

"Better?" You ask, your head falling forward to lean against his shoulder. 

Barley nods before pulling back, calling a good night to you, and hurrying to his room. 

You chuckle softly before flopping once again on the couch… there'd be time tomorrow to deal with all this… but for now… sleep was calling and the old couch was far too inviting… 

Hey guess who totally didn’t forget about this sitting in my drafts 75% finished for a looooong time?!! Sorry

Okay… the nsfw things really take longer for me to come up with… it’s like… difficult for me to come up with something that doesn’t sound like bullet points or has bad pacing… 

Aand I could not come up with an opener for this… all I kept thinking of was the premise for the other time there was sexy times in Barley’s van… and I couldn’t do that twice… And i’m not sure what you mean by ‘very passionate’ so hopefully this works…

 Fandom: Onward

Pairing: Barley Lightfoot x Fem reader 

Warnings: NSFW! Badly written Smut, Fingering, unsafe sex, some cum talk I guess... kinda upsetting language in the beginning... 

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The day was warm and bright, your parents were having their annual summer party,

You were grateful Barley was there to help balance you, as the people invited tended to be a little… much...

Everything was okay for a while… you were able to avoid any uncomfortable discussions by spending a good amount of time in the kitchen ‘helping’ until your parents insisted you ‘join the fun’. 

It only took a few minutes before the conversation outside shifted to you...

A great aunt commented that, “you’d be pretty if you dropped the weight…” 

A cousin asked when you’re going to get married, and someone responded with something that sounded like “when she gets ‘in trouble’” 

Your mother’s friend told you she thought you should date her son instead of that “troublemaker you were dating”.

And then politics… 

It was very quickly becoming too much… and you needed out. 

-

Barley had been helping your parents and was mostly kept away from the toxicity, until you texted him. 

<Hiding in Guinevere :( > 

It didn’t take long for the back of the van to open revealing a concerned and slightly amused Barley. 

“What happened?” He climbs in, shutting the door behind him. 

You’re lying on the floor in the center of Guinevere. Barley joins you, on his side, facing you. His hand brushes some hair from your face. 

You huff but give him a quick recap of what happened. 

Barley frowns, “Want me to go talk to them? They shouldn’t be saying things like that...”

“No,” you sigh knowing that won't help…  

But then a thought wormed its way into your head. You try to hide the smile that flashes across your face as you reach up and pull Barley down to you. 

He smiles into the kiss, always happy to kiss you… and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t missed being affectionate with you throughout the day. You had both decided earlier to keep the ‘lovey stuff’ to a minimum around your family in order to avoid… well… basically what ended up happening anyway… 

When he was distracted you shifted your position so you were now on top of him. Barley’s hands instinctively move to your hips, “What are you doing?” he smiles up at you.

You return his smile with a smirk, before rocking your hips against his. 

“You know I’m always up for this but your family…” Barley blushes as you tug off your shirt.

It was if you didn’t care if you got caught… or maybe you wanted to… to show those people… something… your feelings were all jumbled at the moment and you’d decided to just go with them. Barley made you feel safe to share those kinds of feelings with. And you wanted him right now! In his van, on the curb, in front of your house. 

You lean down to nibble on his neck, whispering breathlessly to him that you don’t care, and “let them be miserable while we’re having fun” 

You reach back and quickly remove your bra, tossing it somewhere in the van. 

Barley chuckles, “as long as I get to say ‘told you so’ if we get caught.” 

“Deal” you lean back into a kiss, yelping when Barley retakes control. 

He knows you’re still a little upset by their words, even if you won’t admit it, and Barley was more than happy to take the opportunity to take care of you. 

He spends some time worshiping your body with his hands and mouth, sometimes nuzzling you playfully. He breathes soft words into your rapidly heating skin. Telling you how much he loves you, he wants to let you know how much he adores you, and your body.

Eventually he makes his way down to your waistline. Barley winks up at you playfully before pulling off your pants. He leans down and nips at your hip. 

You giggle and nudge him with your foot. 

He winks again before he works your panties down and off of you. Now you're fully nude in Barley's van… and he's not… You're about to bring it up when he brushes his hand along your slit. 

You glare at him, at his cheeky smile, 'cause he knows just what he’s doing. He knows you want him now, and his teasing is not helping satiate that need.  

The glare works, and Barley quickly continues, moving up your body to kiss you again. His hand continues to teasingly stroke along your folds, now moving with purpose and not just teasing. 

Once he felt you were distracted by the kiss he slips a finger into you, smiling when you moan into his mouth. Before long he adds a second finger,  stretching you, working you the way he knows you like. .

Pulling away slightly, Barley leaves some pecking kisses on your face, "You know I think you're beautiful, right?" He tells you, cheeks flushed. 

You bite your lip looking up at him, a little distracted by his fingers inside you. "You're wonderful," you tell him. 

"No you," Barley smiles, a little heart eyed. Before you could protest or add anything Barley hooks his fingers inside you unexpectedly, drawing out a surprised moan from you. 

He continues his fingering while he leans forward, and begins marking your neck. He wants you to be able to look in the mirror later and know he loves you. You might have said those words didn’t bother you… but Barley wanted to make sure… 

Your hands find their way into his hair, knocking his hat off in your haste, and gripping his hair.  

Brushing his thumb firmly over your clit he quickly brings you to your first orgasm. Your insides twitching around his thick fingers, eyes shut tight. Barley withdraws and allows you as much time as you need to recover. He just enjoys watching you in bliss, a little proud to be the one responsible for it. 

While you’re in your blissful post orgasmic state you find yourself keenly aware of the scents surrounding you. The cinnamon dragon shaped air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror. The obvious musk of sex, and then Barley, above all else you can smell him. 

He’d made sure to dress up a little nicer, shave which made you a little sad, and wore the cologne you’d bought him for his birthday last year. The effort he’d put in to make a good impression filled your heart.  

How’d I get so lucky? you muse to yourself, hooking a leg around Barley's hip, drawing him closer to you. 

With a soft chuckle at your eagerness Barley leans forward, his forehead pressed against yours. “Someone’s eager” he teases, while already undoing his pants. 

“If you don't hurry up” you threaten with a hiss, but are unable to keep the smile from your voice while you do it. 

With your legs already wrapped around his waist Barley doesn’t have much room to move as he frees his cock from its fabric confins. He was plenty eager, himself, at this point, earlier reservations forgotten. Cock, standing tall, practically pulsing with anticipation. Barley didn’t know what he’d do If they were to be interrupted at this point, but as your hips buck against him all thoughts vanish the young elf’s mind.

He slips inside you with ease, your warmth already soaked from the earlier orgasm. Barley teases a little at first, starting with shallow thrusts, leaving you to chase after him. Your hips lift and tilt, trying to find the right angle to get him deeper, all the while Barley makes sure to keep just far enough away. The game doesn’t last long, however, as Barley soon finds the teasing too tough to take himself. 

With a hand on your hip he gives a sudden thrust, pulling you to him at the same time, bottoming out inside you with a whine. His face buried in your neck as he tries to keep his noises to a minimum, grinding against you lazily. 

Barley finds himself wondering how this can always feel like the best time… every time… always… but as you clench around him he’s pulled back into the moment. 

Drawing back Barley crashes his lips against yours in a brief heated kiss, before beginning a bruising pace. 

Your hands grip his arms as your head falls back, overwhelmed in pleasure. You’re rapidly approaching your second orgasm as Barley quickly finds and assaults a spot deep within you. A spot he’d long since learned, will cause you to see stars. 

Barley grips your thigh, and wraps an arm around your back, and with little warning he pulls you up and into his lap. From this angle he’s able to thrust up into you while you writhe, and clench above him. He keeps you against him for a bit, staying deep within your warm walls as he focuses on those places inside you again. 

It doesn’t take much more before you clench down on him, both on his cock and his neck, as your orgasm crashes upon you. 

This time Barley doesn’t allow you to come down from it as he takes your hips in a more solid grip, and begins lifting you again. Dragging your spasming cunt along his cock, he’s barely able to keep a rhythm, overwhelmed by chasing his own pleasure at this point. 

Barley repeatedly lets out your name in breathy whimpers. Not that he was really aware he was doing it. All the while you stroke his back, and moan encouragingly in his ear. 

Biting down on your shoulder, Barley holds you tightly to him as his own orgasm finally hits. His whole body shudders, as he cums deep within you.

It only takes a moment for you and Barley to realize the mistake you’d made. 

“Oops” you look up at him, biting your lip. You can already feel some of his cum leaking out of you around his now softening member. 

Once he realizes, however, Barley’s eyes go wide, he quickly begins to apologize. 

With a sympathetic smile you nuzzle into him, assuring him that it was okay, mistakes happen, and you’ll just need to stop at the drug store after the party. 

“Besides, it’s kinda hot” you tell him with a mischievous smirk, “being around those judgmental people, only you and I knowing why my underwear is all wet” 

It seems Barley didn’t know how to react, his ears flushing, a cum drunk smile stretching across his face. He wasn’t sure if he should be embarrassed or turned on, but a tone coming from your pants pulled him back to reality once again. 

He watches you pull away from him and scramble to get your phone. His nerves return once he sees your face. You looked like you’d been caught sneaking a cookie. 

“What?” 

“We should go to the store now” you bite your lip holding out the phone so Barley could see the text from your mother. 

<Hope you’re using protection LOL>

“Your mom uses ‘lol’? Barley teases. 

You glare at him over your shoulder, already in the process of redressing. 

“Okay, okay” Barley chuckles, readjusting his pants, and starting the van “but don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

So wheelchairs are crazy hard to draw right so i babied out... so apologies... also there are a lot of things i hate about this picture and either I scrap it and take much longer to post something or I suck it up and try not to care... 

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So... unless her tail goes away when she gets dry (like an old disney channel movie I think...?) She’d obvi need to get around dry land in something like a wheelchair to get around. 

However our world isn’t really as handicap accessible as it should be I assume the onward world parallels that. 

Additionally, like in ours, there’s probably some prejudice in the way of that. 

I can see mer people having a little city under the water, which is where the majority of them would stay (since we see... one? in the movie)

When out of the water a merperson has to be careful to keep some kind of moisture on their tail. 

There’s probably a bunch of products aimed at this (or ones that use it as a selling point to non merpeople) 

These targeted products are probably a bit offensive with caricatures of overly sexualized mermaid drawings or non merpeople in fake tails... 

Stereotypes like “clam bras” and “fish friends” exist. 

There’s also a bit of sexism about how mermaids are evil seductress’ looking to lead men astray. 

And homophobic sexism towards the males, often calling them mermaids rather than mermen or merpeople... you know how it is... 

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Now Barley... As always mentioned doesn’t care what you are... if he likes you he likes you... 

If he likes you he’ll try to learn about you... the things you like, are interested in, and cultural stuff if applicable. 

In this case he’ll try to learn how to better help you with your mobility and skin care. 

He’d probably even make/install a ramp on Guinevere, because while he might like carrying you around he recognizes your need for independence and doesn’t want to come off insulting...

It’s not that he thinks you can’t do things... He just likes to help... and hold you. 

So Barley would probably buy you one of those vaguely offensive lotions; to which you tell him, while you appreciate the thought you explain why it’s offensive or wrong... 

Obvi Barley listens and feels awful. 

He’ll ask what you like to use and make sure to pay more attention in the future. 

 I imagine gentle tail touches are pretty pleasurable for merpeople, like the little not quite scratches up and down your arms or back... 

So it’s pretty meaningful when you let him touch your tail, and help you apply lotion.

Barley’s always happy to touch his s/o and if it helps him help them he’s all for it! 

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Have we seen Barley swim? 

Imagine he can’t... maybe he even fell into a pool or a pond when he was younger and it’s kinda stuck with him... 

He’s not afraid of water... he just prefers not to be in it... 

You would help him with that, all sweet holding his hands, all alone in a pool, illuminated by the silvery moonlight. 

By the end of the night he has a new, pleasant experience to overpower the old negative one. 

No way! (✧ ヮ ✧) 

It wasn’t the same person who asked for both Gorgon headcanons? That’s crazy. In that case, I’m glad it was liked that much too. 

Thank you  ❤️ Sorry this took so long... Bonus sketch as an apology... 

Okay... so I’m not sure what people’s monster-canons are or where they’re from... I suspect they’re from something i’m too old to have watched... So I don’t wanna step on any toes with my headcanons... for Gorgon in this world I’m probably basing my ideas more on “Monster Prom” and whatever seems logical... 

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Part 1 

And this isn’t like a fleshed out oc but maybe eventually she will be? 

This is mostly headcanons about how Gorgons might work in a modern/Onward world... cause it’s where my brain wants to go... 

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So I’ve seen headcanons about readers who mainly wear contacts... and when their s/o suddenly realizes they wear glasses and it’s cute...  

So that...

I’m gonna say, logically in a modern monster world like Onward they’d have developed something to block the curse. Probably some kind of covering like mentioned... glasses... contacts... I’d even say they’d be able to do some kind of surgery- like lasik... 

However, like in our world they can’t force people to have an invasive surgery just cause their race/species... 

And some people prefer to wear glasses and some contacts... 

Although there’s probably a bit of societal pressure to have the surgery or wear contacts What happens if the glasses break? 

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Buuut as hinted at- Barley’s surprised to find his s/o suddenly wearing glasses. 

Maybe he stopped by quick to bring her something (schoolbooks, meds, food, a new copy of something they’re both into... etc)?

Or maybe the Gorgon s/o was beginning to feel comfortable enough around Barley to relax a little... like you do once you’ve been in a relationship for a while... and you start to become less concerned with appearing perfect? 

Regardless Gorgon s/o is probably amused by his surprise... “Well what did you think?” 

Barley’s not sure how he feels about her feeling like she has to conform to societal expectations.

He wants her to feel comfortable.  

He’d make sure to ask them how they feel, making sure to let them know he likes them either way. 

Probably uses the s/o’s snakes as inspiration for ncp’s based on their personalities... 

Loves drawing his s/o looking pretty and powerful.... and just in general... 

Barley probably has a sketchbook full of slice of life, candid drawings of the people in his life... especially his s/o...  

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I believe Medusa was murdered using reflective surfaces so I don’t see how that would be different in this world. 

Gorgons probably face a lot of prejudice, treated like monsters...  Ignorant, fear-mongering people probably constantly push legislation that makes anti stone vision surgery mandatory for all gorgon-folk... 

Concerning their origins Gorgons probably are pretty feminist and very anti sexual assault... 

Their culture is probably matriarchal, and have no tolerance for domestic violence. 

You know how people say they trust their dog... that if they don’t like the s/o there’s probably a reason...? Gorgons are like that with their snakes... I mean how you gonna date someone who’s hair attacks you? 

“You may kiss the bride...” All the snakies kiss too... 

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Pairing: Barley Lightfoot x (non specified Gender) reader

Warnings: NSFW!! Oral sex (male recieving) - Mention of sex… and cum I guess… (it’s about giving Barley a blowjob so… that’s what it is…) - Established relationship - Not safe sex- Porn with the tiniest plot if you look... it’s basically not even there. 

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Yes! Barley-bear needs love too- the only on reader foreplay thing wasn’t exactly intentional… it just kept working out that way due to ‘plot’ buuut… now Barley gets his own. 

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Sex with Barley was fun… playful… passionate… and often times all about you. 

Barley was a giver. Has been his whole life, only he’d been feeling a little useless since Ian had grown up enough to ‘not need him anymore’. So when he met and started a relationship with you it reignited all those feelings.  

He was always taking care of you, in the bedroom, and out. 

Anything you asked him for, or seemed to enjoy, he’d be more than happy to do.

You knew he loved you, and wanted him to know you felt the same…

So since Barley was a person who shows his feelings through actions, you decided to do the same, and came up with a plan. 

Well… and idea… it’s not much of a plan… 

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The day wasn’t particularly special. 

You’d both been off and were using the day as a casual, self care, recharging kind of day. 

You’d given no indication you’d planned anything romantic, and Barley seemed totally fine with a day of relaxation. 

You weren’t surprised to find him kicked back on the couch, watching some historical documentary. Open bag of chips and half finished Mountain doom soda next to him. 

When you came to him and told him you wanted to ‘fool around’ he chuckled at your bluntness but acquiesced, moving to stand. 

When you gently pushed him back onto the couch Barley smirked, so you wanted to do it here? That works for him, Barley was happy to satisfy you almost anywhere.

He reaches towards you, grabbing you by the hips, and pulls you onto his lap. 

You grind against him, mouthing at his neck. “You’re so good to me” you tell him, nipping at his neck. “I wanna make you feel good” 

“You’re already doing a good job with that” he responds, gasping when you move your clothed sex over his in a particular way, he was already half hard and it sent warmth between your own legs. 

“Can I take care of you?” you ask, pulling back slightly, biting your lip. 

Barley, as always, is helpless when it comes to you, and can only nod. His ears flush when you slide down, off the couch, and kneel between his legs. 

He watches, entranced, as your hands move to undo his pants. You’re trying with every ounce of your being to remain calm, sexy, and self assured. You hope he doesn’t notice your nervous energy oozing out of you.

He doesn’t. 

Who made buttons? And why are they so hard to remove?! 

Once you finally manage to pop the button you wink up at him. 

Barley thinks he might just die, sitting there watching the person he loves on their knees so sexy, looking up at him with her flushed cheeks… He wonders if you’d let him take a picture of you like this, save it to his background… His thoughts are derailed, however, once you slip a gentle hand into his pants. He lets out a whining gasp, his head falling back, eyes closing.

You carefully pull out his cock, full of nerves but so turned on by even the thought of the man above you. His eyes shut tight, ears flushed, hands clenched, trying his hardest not to move. 

Barley forces himself to look at you, he wants to tell you that ‘you don’t have to do this’ but can’t bring himself to once he catches sight of you. 

You’re gazing lovingly at his cock. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen it, but you realize it kinda is. Oftentimes he’s the one focusing on your body, touching, kissing; you doubt anyone knows you’re body better than he does. 

You slide your hand gently along his length, testing out the weight of him. His cock is just as beautiful as he is, thick and flushed a lovely shade of purple-pink, the tip weeping pearlescent precum. You’re filled with the urge to taste it; he spends enough time drinking your cum after all, it’s only fair you return the favor. 

Barley lets out a whine when your lips brush against him; your tongue eagerly gathering the precum before bringing it back to your mouth. The flavor is overwhelming, unexplainable, and very him. 

With a little smirk to yourself, having just now decided that before the end of this Barley was going to cum in your mouth, you move forward. Wrapping your lips around him you slowly begin working your way down his shaft. 

“Oh gods!” Barley slips out when you've taken him mostly into your warm mouth. He hadn’t realized what he’d been missing out on. His hands twitch desperately wanting to grasp at you, but he doesn’t want to do anything wrong; and he absolutely does not want to hurt you. 

When you smile up at him, however, and swallow around him; Barley can’t stop himself. His hands shoot forward, and entangle in your hair. You let out a little moan around his length, and once again, Barley thinks he’s died and gone to elf heaven. 

He holds you to him, likely afraid to move until you tap his thigh. It’s not going to be much of a blow job if he won't allow you to move.

With a sheepish smile Barley lessens his grip and you begin bobbing your head along his length. Your hands massage his thighs as you pay attention to his reactions. While Barley tends to be a little more subdued with his moans during regular activities, it seems with your lips around his cock, he can’t hold back. Whimpers, moans, and half words slip from his mouth. 

You work along his length, changing your speed and patterns according to Barley’s reactions. Occasionally pulling back to kiss and nip playfully at his tip, and along his shaft. 

He’s long gone by now, moaning your name and promising in broken words all the things he wants to do to you, all the ways he plans to repay you. 

One of his hands, the one not still in your hair slips down, blindly seeking yours. With a warm feeling in your chest you grasp it, intertwine your fingers with his. 

At this point you move your other hand to gently massage his balls, and Barley can no longer see straight.He manages to groan out a warning that he’s “almost there” to which you give his hand an encouraging squeeze.

You want him to cum! 

It’s only a few more moments before you feel the telling twitch of an impending orgasm; and once you take him as deep as you’re able, giving him an encouraging hum, does Barley spill. 

He fills your mouth with his warm cream, and you try your hardest to swallow before pulling away with a soft, but exaggerated ‘pop’. 

Barley looks drunk, blitzed out of his mind, and you can’t help but smile to yourself in satisfaction. You wonder if this is how you look after he goes down on you, but can’t imagine you look half as beautiful.

Barley would disagree!

You quickly put him away before crawling back onto the couch and cuddling into him, you brush your hand along his chest and stomach soothingly. After a few moments Barley mummers something, causing you to blink and look at him.

“What was that love?” you ask, shifting your focus to his face. 

“I said- once I catch my breath- I’m gonna make you scream” he smirks at you through his cum-drunk haze, and you blush. 

You giggle, curling back into him. 

Barley definitely deserved more good things, and you were happy to be the person to give him this one. Watching his blissed expression, you decide to do this more often. 

After all… why should he be the only one able to reduce the other to putty?

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Barley has super sensitive ears! 

Not hearing… touch...

But it’s 100% one of those spots that if you touch it he’ll blush and melt. 

During intimate times, gentle kisses or nibbles there will end him. 

You can also judge how he’s feeling based on the color of them. 

If he’s very angry or super bashful they’re noticeably pinker than normal. 

He didn’t know about it until you told him, though, and is a little embarrassed about it. 

Most people don’t notice though… you only notice cause you like to watch him sometimes. 

It’s something he gets from his dad… 

Which you find out when you tease him about in front of his mother one time. 

He’s not embarrassed about it after learning that… 

He still pretends to be though…

No, no it’s fine... I don’t generally mind kink asks as long as people are okay with me sometimes saying I don’t think the character has that kink... ^_^ 

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I don’t think Barley has that kink. At least not until he feels ready to begin trying for kids. (Be it through something like marriage or age) 

But once he gets baby fever it’s like ‘oh boy this is a thing I like’ 

He feels kinda guilty about it before that point... seeing as he has his baggage when it comes to his father. :( 

And in general I think when he does begin liking it it’s less for the role play aspect and more that he likes the idea of being a dad... which is less sexy... I know... 

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It was a warm quiet morning when you, still not fully awake, wonder into your kitchen. 

Barley was there, in his boxers, hair still messy from sleep. He was preparing a pot of coffee, and hadn’t noticed you come in yet. 

You’ve only recently realized you were pregnant. You haven’t even told your family's yet. As of now you wanted to keep it between you and Barley, as a pleasant little secret, for just a little while. 

Barley, with a pout, had agreed. 

He miiight have told Ian though... 

The sight of your love being all sleepily domestic filled your heart with warmth. 

It reminded you that this was real and you really were sharing your life and home with such a soft wonderful person.

You quietly slip up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle. 

“Good morning daddy” you nuzzle into his back, but freeze when you feel Barley suddenly stiffen. 

Pulling back you shift to get a better look at him, his reaction... 

You were a little afraid he’d be disgusted, you’ve heard some people are really turned off by the whole ‘daddy’ thing, and were nervous he’d be uncomfortable. 

You were not expecting, however, to see tears. 

Tears and a huge smile. 

It seems he’d suddenly realized that he was gonna be a dad, and all the things that meant. 

Before you could say anything Barley surges forward and scoops you up in his arms, nuzzling into your neck. 

“Say it again?” he asks in a muffled voice. 

You can’t help but giggle at him, his scruff, and joy. “You’re gonna be a daddy” 

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Yes, this is so adorable! And I think this became about Pregnancy headcanons... and a picture so... yay... extra stuffs... 

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I think Barley spends a lot of time watching his s/o with heart eyes when they’re not looking, and that only increases if/when she gets pregnant. 

He thinks she’s the cutest thing ever! 

He’s obsessed... 

He likes watching her try and do things, knowing she’ll need to ask for help in the end. He knows she’s stubborn and doesn’t want to ask, so he’ll just patently wait until she gives in... usually with a big huff.  

She’s trying to pick up something that fell- “Do you want me to get that for you?” 

She can’t get up from the couch- “Did you need help my love?” 

I once heard someone refer to their pregnant wife’s little speed walk as a “turbo waddle” and I think Barley would be that kind of guy... playfully teasing his s/o. 

But he does make sure she’s okay with it... and tries hard to stop before she gets upset. 

He’ll cry if she does... 

Sensitive boy... 

Loves cuddling... always but especially now... especially if baby’s old enough to be moving and kicking... 

He talks to them... a lot... 

Is definitely the kind of elf that would shave your legs, paint your toenails, help you pull on shoes... all the things that are harder when you’re pregnant...  

Goes to your appointments with you! As mentioned in the hospital headcanon one- his hospital discomfort goes away when it comes to very happy things like seeing his baby for the first time. 

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Also... If it’s not his baby... like the father left the s/o all alone like a dick before she met Barley- he wouldn’t hesitate to step into the role... It’s no different than raising Ian... He miiight kinda hope for a baby of his own sometime down the line though... 

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Barley loves doing domestic type things with you... so you don’t really have to force him to go shopping with you... help you with the nursery...  

And the further along you are the more clingy he gets... he’s terrified of you going into labor when he’s not around, and even more afraid of missing the birth all together. 

He has nightmares about it. :( 

He worries okay... 

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Update- this one’s still being worked on... I haven’t forgotten...

I finally came up with a decent premise for the next ask/drabble/oneshot (it’s not done yet so I don’t know what It’ll end up being) 

Pairing- Barley Lightfoot x reader (hint of nsfw under the cut) 

Drew a little thing based on the most recent ask <---

I am soooo bad at animals it’s like crazy funny... what is that scary thing... 

Thank yooouu  ❤️ 

No, no... Specific is good... this actually gave me enough inspiration that I managed to do a drawing too... after a looong time of not feeling like it...  

soooo... 

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    ☆ Barley loves all things magic... this we know... and is super excited to meet someone else who has magic.  He’s a little confused at first that you use your powers the way you do... but soon remembers that originally magic wasn’t just about tossing fireballs at dragons. 

Originally magic casters used to use their magic to help people...  and once he remembers that he becomes even more fond of you. 

He loves watching you...

Do everything... but especially magic. 

He tells you all the time how cool it is... and how much you amaze him. 

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He loves your familiar...  who loves him back... even if he didn’t expect to at first. 

Like this hairless thing that yells all the time... no thanks... 

But it’s the thing where the person who says ‘no’ to an animal becomes inseparable with them... 

Inseparable they are... the cat definitely even seems to favor Barley over you sometimes... 

You maaaybe feel a little ‘betrayed’ by that... but since the witch-familiar bond is so close it tells you how good Barley is... 

If your familiar trusts him that tells you that you can too... 

Barley 100% has full on conversations with the cat... “why yes, I do think that’s the right choice...” “I’m sorry, I got stuck at work... I know, I know...” 

The cat is Baby... 

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Barley reads up on everything- and asks a lot of questions... He mostly knows about the kind of spells used to fight things... not so much things to animate objects or the more gentle type of magic. 

“What does this do?” - “It promotes growth in houseplants...” 

“Why are you putting that there?” - “It can’t be in direct sunlight” 

“How come you’re using the blue one not the green?” - “They do different things...”

Be patient... he want’s to learn for you... 

He visits any shops that might sell the things you use... crystals, herbs... etc... 

Talks to the people that work there... buys books... 

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Part of the research he does results in him buying you cute stuff... With a lot of thought and effort put in... 

“The lady said this gem helps with concentration... and I know you’ve been having a hard time studying lately...”  

“I read lavender is good for calming...” 

He’s always like a little boy giving his mommy flowers when he does this... 

Please validate me! 

It’s super sweet... 

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He’s probably made an Npc about you... like the person who runs the little potion shop the heroes stop at all the time... 

Or the super cute helpful witch in the woods... 

It always shows how much he adores you in those representations... the characterization is always sweet and flattering... and he tends to include little things you do... things that most people don’t notice... 

Like how you twirl your hair when you’re nervous...  “her ears flush pink and she looks away, twisting a stray piece of hair around her finger...”  

Or the way he describes little details about your person... “-warm eyes with little flecks of gold in them” 

The others probably joke about it by now... “ooh I wonder who this’ll be...” 

The cat’s usually included too... 

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Thank you, I’m glad you like them. 

I’m still accepting requests at the moment, but I do have about 15 in my inbox at the moment...  

So if you want to send a request (Or have already) just know i’m not ignoring you. But I am trying to answer them in order so it might take a little while. 

Also I’m kinda more into ‘clone/star wars’ stuff right now buuut have no requests for that sooo... I’m fighting through a little inspiration block... on that front...

But i’m trying... slowly but surely these asks are gonna get finished!!! 

So there’s a couple of factors here right? Is their father still alive? Or did he just die? What about Ian and Barley having to take care of their baby half sibling? Or a spell gone awry? 

And I kiinda feel like being Ian’s ‘dad’ figure plays a huge factor in making Barley who he is but I’m gonna ignore that… and I’m gonna go with the nice version where everyone’s fine and happy, cause that’s kinda what I think you wanted...? 

Also … It seems I don’t know much about babies… which is a little concerning I guess… So he might be older in this fic than intended… but we’ll see where this goes… 

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It had only been a few months since Barley became a big brother and he still wasn’t too confident with the whole thing. 

He constantly worried about hurting the little thing.  

When you suggested letting his parents go out for a date night, leaving the baby at home with him, he was nervous. 

He agreed they deserved a night off, but really wasn’t comfortable being home alone with little Ian. You’d promised you’d be only a call away to help him if he needed it, But you assured him he wouldn’t need you. “You’re a wonderful big brother you’ll be okay”  

Barley was okay for, like, 10 minutes after his parents left.

When Ian started to cry and wouldn’t stop Barley quickly called you. “Heeeeellllp!” 

“Barley?! What’s wrong?” you were immediately on edge thinking something terrible had to have happened. 

“He-won’t-stop-crying!!!-I-don’t-know-what-to-do!!!” 

On the other end of the phone you sigh, “Is he wet?” 

“I don’t know?!” You could hear the tears in his voice. 

“Did you check?” 

“You said you would help me!!” 

“Okay, I’ll be right over” You sigh, pulling on shoes. 

You knew he’d be able to handle himself, knew he’d be a good big brother if he just felt confident enough, but it seemed he needed a little safety net.

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True to your word you’re at Barley’s house within a few minutes.

Walking in the door you’re greeted with your big strong boyfriend, seated on the couch, holding his baby brother. 

Both of them in tears. 

“Oh Barley,” you sigh with a smile and join him, sitting close. 

You take the baby who seems to settle once in your arms. “Hello Little one, no need to cry” you coo at the adorable baby elf, who giggles up at you in response.  

Barley sniffs, leaning on your shoulder, apparently your presence calmed both Lightfoot boys. “Why’d he stop?” Barley frowns. 

“Maybe he just sensed your nervousness,” you reach one hand up to scratch Barley’s scalp the way he likes, hoping to relax him. 

“That’s not-” Barley pouts, he didn’t mean to be anxious. 

“Relax sweetheart, you’re already a wonderful big brother” you remind him. “This isn’t the first time you’ve taken care of him, you already know what to do,” you smile, feeling him become more calm with your words. 

“Thanks,” he blushes, still not the best at taking compliments. 

You chuckle softly before handing Ian back to his big brother, “Here, you hold him while I find us something to watch,” you turn on the tv, keeping an eye on the boys in your peripheral, they both seem way more relaxed now. 

You figure keeping things normal and casual would help everyone stay calm. 

So you find some quiet movie, and cuddle up to Barley, cooing at the baby from time to time, keeping an eye on both of them. 

They were very sweet together. 

Barley cradles the baby to his chest, while Ian’s tiny baby hands grip the fabric of his brother’s shirt. 

You pretend it’s not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

The movie plays in the background while you and Barley focus more attention on playing with the baby, tickling him, and having [very serious] conversations with him. 

After a while Ian starts to fuss again, and Barley suggests he might be hungry. 

He stands and moves to the kitchen, placing the baby in his little high chair. 

You follow, watching them. 

It appeared you were correct in assuming all Barley needed was a tiny bit of reassurance; as now he seemed to know what to do, and went about doing it. 

He went about preparing the bottle, as he had done many times before, not noticing the warm look you were giving him as he did so.

His look of concentration checking the temperature was so unbelievably endearing. If you hadn’t loved him already, him playing parent for little Ian sure sealed the deal. 

You’re not ready for kids yet, but are pretty confident you wouldn’t mind some in the future with Barley. 

“What?” Barley questions, a little defensive, having caught you watching him. 

“You’re just so beautiful” you tell him with a loving smile.

“Am not,” he blushes and turns away, but you see the little look of happiness on his face as he tries to hide from you. 

“Are too,” you insist, moving closer to him. 

You lean against his shoulder and kiss his cheek. 

Barley puffs up, pretending to be tough, “Nuh huh” 

Ian coos making baby words. 

“See, he agrees” you nuzzle against Barley. “You’re Beautiful, accept it” 

“Don’t side with her, I'm your brother!” 

Ian giggles, and says some more very serious things in baby language. Barley deflates with a pretend frown, his smile easily showing through it. 

“Fine” he huffs. 

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Ian fed, you all spend some time playing.

Making faces, giving stuffed animals funny voices, and generally doing whatever it took to make the baby laugh. 

Your little impromptu ‘puppet show’ is interrupted by a tired baby. Ian begins yawning, and falling asleep where he sat, and it was clearly time to call it a night. 

“I think it’s time for b.e.d.” you tell Barley, who frowns for a second before he remembers you mean the baby, then he grins. 

You shake your head with a chuckle, “Come on,” You pick up Ian and carry him upstairs, Barley following closely behind. 

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You get Ian ready for bed, change the baby into the cutest little dragon pajamas, and set him in his crib. 

He only fights you a little

You both kiss him and tell him ‘good night’s before setting his mobile on and dimming the lights.

You and Barley sneak out of the room, and quietly head back downstairs, taking a monitor with you to be safe. 

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Cuddled on the couch it doesn’t take long before you can hear a fussy baby on the monitor. 

You give a little half smile to Barley.

It seemed Ian didn’t want to be alone… 

Barley frowns, “Mom usually puts him to sleep…” 

You’re already pulling him off the couch as you ask, “well, what does she do?” 

Barley shrugs, you can feel the worry rising up in him again. “I don’t know…” 

“It’s okay,” you take Barley’s hand assuring him as you quietly come back into Ian’s room. 

The poor thing is clearly fighting sleep, and moments away from another crying fit. When he sees his big brother’s face, however, his eyes light up and he’s looking expectantly at you both. 

“Oh, I remember Mom used to sing this thing to me…” he blushes. 

You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him, “go on, give it a try” you encourage him. 

Barley’s a little embarrassed but trusts you enough not to make fun of him, so he begins singing the soft lullaby. 

It seems to work.

Ian settles down, sucking his thumb, and cuddling a well loved stuffed unicorn. [You suspect might have once belonged to Barley] 

Recognizing the familiar song, you join in singing the lullaby, and soon the baby is fully asleep. 

“Good job, big brother” you nuzzle Barley, watching the little elf sleep soundly. 

He really was an adorable baby… 

Barley doesn’t answer, but you can feel him soaking up your praise. You remind yourself to compliment him more often, as you head back downstairs. 

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It isn’t much later when his parents finally come home…

You tell them how wonderful both the boys were and show some pictures you took when Barley wasn’t looking. 

They’re adorable

You say your goodnights, and Barley walks you to your car; he thanks you for helping him. 

“You didn’t really need me,” you assure the sweet elf boy, “but I'm glad I was here.” You pull him into a kiss. “You were so cute with him,” you add.  

He blushes again, “stop...”

“Just accept it” you repeat, kissing him again quickly before getting into your car. “Good night lovie, I’ll see you tomorrow” 

Barley pretends to roll his eyes, but can’t hide the smile, “Good night,” he tells you to text him when you get home and lets you leave after one last little kiss. 

If he didn’t love you before tonight… this sure sealed the deal… 

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