#I don't like having responsibility but people keep giving me it!!

[soldiersgirl]

SEE ME AFTER CLASS .ᐟ

summary ⭑ good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught and the professor is about to teach his favourite student a very important lesson on responsibility. (part one found here.) cw ⭑ pornstar!reader x pornstar!soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut (mdni). porn with some plot. corny porn names. mean soldier boy. veiled threats. professor x uni student dynamic. manipulation. kissing. finger sucking. light slapping. sir kink. spanking. degradation. praise. dirty talk. begging. shoe shining (?). protected p in v (safe sex work is important). doggy. choking with tie. name calling (slut, whore, doll, dollface, teacher's pet). female masturbation. cumming on face. swallowing. word count ⭑ 4,567 words (lmao)

honestly, you thought you would never see him again. sure, it was... fun to work with him that one time and you really thought that it would be a one-time thing. you never really understood, or dared to question, how vought thought this would help soldier boy's image, but you were proven wrong immediately. sales for soldier boy merch sky-rocketed and similarly, the sales of your previous works on VHS went flying off the shelves. the people loved you together and each fan-mail you received were begging for you to reunite. you tried for months to put it off, wanting to keep the creative control over your own career. but with vought's offers becoming more lucrative, more rewarding, you couldn't deny them or him any longer.

and here you found yourself. on another set, in another dress that was too short for your own good and another smirking soldier boy standing behind you as you got your make-up touched up and hair styled to perfection in two cute pigtails. you brushed away the stylist and you frowned at yourself in the mirror as soldier boy reached forward and tugged on your 'tails before letting out a wry chuckle. you twisted around in your chair and gave him a scowl that naturally formed whenever he was around, but it quickly turned into surprise. he was devoid of his usual supe-suit and instead a tight white shirt hugged his muscled chest with a dark-green tie nestled around his neck and round frames perched on his tall bridged nose. he tilts his head, smirking like he knows exactly what you're thinking, gazing at you over his glasses.

"ready to be taught a lesson?"

"i'm ready for this to be over already." you sneer before turning back around, just catching his smirk faltering. "still got that monstrosity you call a moustache, huh?" you nod towards his infamous pornstache, still trimmed and styled to perfection. he would have it no other way.

"god, i had forgotten how much of you bitch you were." he hums before leaning down behind you and gazing into the mirror, much like the first time you met, and running his hands over his quaffed hair, tucking down any strays. "plus, i don't remember you complainin' when you were riding my face like a fuckin' rollercoaster at disney. so shut your shitten trap if you know what's good for you." he bristles as he smooths his stache over with his pointer finger.

"looks like you didn't fuck me hard enough last time. common issue for you, isn't it?" you cock your head to the side and pout at his reflection, only earning a grunt in return as his eyes never leave his own face.

"i'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to think of anymore of those witty comebacks you got there." the threat rolls naturally of his tongue as he tightens his tie and gives himself a nod. he lazily gazes down at you and offers a sideways grin. "if i didn't know any better, sweetheart, it's almost like you're begging to be ruined." he grabs the back of your head and forces you to look at yourself as he leans in and whispers. "don't you worry, the professor is gonna show you what a good fuckin' does to a bitch, like yerself." he nips at your earlobes and shoves your head forward before straightening himself up and walking to his dressing room to prepare himself for his big scenes. although your cheeks heated up with embarrassment at how quickly you fell under his spell, you couldn't deny the way your thighs clenched together at his promising words.

after working with soldier boy for the first time, no one had really lived up to him since. you had tried to find substitutions, tried to find the same excitement and thrill that coursed through your body at the touch of his hand or lips against yours, but to no avail. although you despised the man and everything he represented, you loved what he did to you.

as you bent down to buckle your mary-janes and pull up your patterned knee socks, you took a second to gaze over the set. wooden university desks were scattered around the room with books open to random pages and pencil cases spread about the set-up classroom. an old-fashioned military green chalkboard had been hung up and the set coordinators had even taken the time to scribble some drawings and equations across it alongside today's date in the corner. to make the set more believable soldier boy's oak desk had been cluttered with various half-marked essays, a gold-rim typewriter, a forgotten cup of coffee and a plaque that read "professor b. dover". you shot up and ran your finger over the indented letters, shouting over your shoulder to anyone in earshot.

"what does the b stand for?"

"ben, my real name." you flinch as soldier boy's strong hands come up and rest on your shoulders, causing your hand to fall and your shoulders to stiffen.

"so, professor ben dover? like bend over?" you scoff as you peel his hands off you and swivel to face him. he chuckles and nods as you roll your eyes. "is everything just a joke to you?" you sigh.

"lighten the fuck up, doll. not everythin' has to be so fuckin' serious." he tugs on your pigtail again and your head jerks along with it. you wince in sudden pain and this time, it was his turn to roll his eyes. "try to have some fun for once, eh? wouldn't kill you." he walks around and settles himself in his red velour chair, running his broad hands over the armrest with a smirk, enjoying the soft fabric beneath his rough fingertips. much like how he loves them against your soft skin. he pulls and tugs on his sleeves as you silently sit down by one of the desks and wait for the director to brief you and call action. you sigh and twirl on your hair as you rest your eyes dance around the room before naturally settling on soldier boy and his hypnotic gaze. although nothing is said, everything is shared and he has you exactly where he wants and you both know it.

"so! exciting, ain't this? the people loved you the first time, so this is gonna make us all very rich." the director clutches his clipboard as his eyes flicker between the two of you, each wearing an unimpressed reaction. "right. uh, it's the well-loved storyline. irresponsible college student misses a deadline and fails the class and her caring professor is willing to bend the rules to help her pass, but..." he holds his hands out to allow you to answer, like an interactive theatre stage. you raise your eyebrows in surprise and gaze at soldier boy for a second, his expression equally as confused.

"but i gotta fuck him first." you mutter.

"exactly!" he yells in delight. he gives his clipboard a smack, glances back over at the interns and set crew as they signal that the cameras are ready and the lighting is in place. "let's make some money." he gives you both a thumbs up before he rushes back into his director's chair and yells "ACTION!". you immediately enter the mindset of your character and forget the dislike for your co-actor that simmers under your skin.

"any reason why you stayed behind after class, young miss?" soldier boy raises his eyebrows as he tugs down his circular frames and lets his eyes roam over you, sitting cross-legged behind your worn-wooden desk with a slight pout on your glossy lips. you loudly sigh and close your math book before resting your chin in your hand and gazing right back at him. as he leans back and crosses his large arms, the velour chair squeaks as it struggles to hold his muscled build.

"i know i failed your class, professor dover, but i need your help. my best friend said she had made a deal with you before and... i really need to pass." your long, manicured fingers run along the edges of your book as you nibble on your bottom lip and bat your large eyelashes at him. he couldn't help but scoff, you played the role of innocent student almost too well, but he quickly caught and corrected himself.

"you can call me ben, we're outside of office hours." he starts before settling his judging gaze on you. "but... let me get this right." the chair creaks as he leans forward and rests his forearms on the desk, sighing loudly. "you think you can just bat your little eyes at me and i'll let you pass?" you lean back, skirt your fingers across the hem of your sundress before you uncross your legs to flash your underwear and cross them again the other way whilst you shake your head. soldier boy sucks his teeth and tuts loudly at the sight of your cute underwear. he couldn't wait to dive into them, like before, and feel how wet you are for him.

"oh, no, professor. uh, sorry, ben. not at all. i wouldn't–" you stop yourself and brush your hair away from your face. "i'll do anything to pass, sir. please. my dad's gonna be so mad if i don't pass this semester." you lean over your desk, resting your chest on top of your book and exposing your cleavage to him. "are there any extra-curricular activities i can do? anything i can help with?" you let one of your sundress straps glides down and rests on your upper arm, exposing more of your breasts. "i'm a quick learner, sir." you put on your best act for the cameras, wearing the role of innocent student like a second skin; second nature. you were just simply a desperate student begging for help from her older, wiser professor.

"yeah, i bet you fuckin' are." soldier boy scoffs under his breath before running his hand over his gelled hair and looking up at you with a smirk as his eyes dart down to your chest. "listen, doll. i–" you interrupt him by shooting up and walking around to the front of his desk, clasping your hands together in desperation.

"mr. dover. please. i'll do anything, anything you want!" you lean forward and grasp his hands in your small ones, a pleading glint in your eyes. your tits are almost spilling out the top of the dress and he lets out a low groan. he could barely even contain himself any longer.

"alright, alright." he throws up his hands, palms facing forward, signalling for you to stop your begging. "i'll help you, but first, i gotta teach you a lesson on obedience and responsibility. wouldn't you agree?" it was his turn to grab your hands, holding you frozen in place as he uses the other to forcefully grab your chin. "can't believe i have a classroom filled with sluts like you." he sneers, his nose scrunching and his glasses lifting, framing and highlighting the hunger in his eyes. "i've seen the way you look at me in class. the way you fuckin' bite your lips whenever i even glance at you. the way you clench those thighs beneath the shortest fuckin' skirts and dresses, i've ever seen." he huffs as your mouth gapes in embarrassment at each of his damning words. your hands instinctively crawl up your thighs and press themselves against your weeping core, just to feel any kind of relief. you caress and glide your fingers delicately over your most sensitive bundle of nerves, wishing it was his hands instead as he continues to deliciously degrade you. "such a dirty girl, aren't ya? i bet no one's ever touched ya, the way i will. the way you really want to be touched. used." all you can do is mindlessly nod in return, a slow grin taking up your face before he gives you a small slap. you open your mouth to complain but, he takes the opportunity to jab his thumb into your mouth and admiring the way your tongue curls and slides over it, sucking on it like your life depended on it.

he couldn't wait anymore.

he pulls his thumb out, reaches around and grabs the nape of your neck before yanking you forward over his desk and crashing his lips against your own. he devours each of your mewls and moans, smirking to himself at how quickly you fall under his spell. your hands skim over his upper body, feeling the white, tight shirt under your fingertips and finally, clutching onto his biceps as you let yourself succumb to his touch. he tugged back your head and revelled in the sight of your bitten, swollen lips as you tried to catch your breath, but soldier boy was never one to be patient. he grabbed one of your perfectly braided pigtails and tugged on it, almost leading you like a dog on a leash, around the desk until you're stumbling in front of him, as he settled back into this chair. his large hand brushes over your hair, trying to get it into place before fully leaning back and just watching you. your heaving chest, your trembling knees, and your blown pupils.

"christ.." he mumbles under his breath. "take them fucking panties off. it's time for your punishment, dollface." he pushes back his chair and slaps his lap before caressing it, inviting you. tempting you. you couldn't help but gasp as it dawned on you what he had in mind and you couldn't have tugged down your cute, cotton underwear any faster. you let them stay bunched at your ankles as you leaned yourself over his broad lap, his large frame swallowing you as you lay there at his mercy. his fingers traced the hem of your sundress, lifting it slowly as he watches it dance over the curve of your ass and settle in the dip of your back. "now, you know the rules, don't ya? you gotta count out loud and so, help you god, if you stop then we start all over again until you can fuckin' get it right." he palms your ass, spreading the cheeks apart before kneading them like dough and laughing dryly as you hang your head and only nod. SMACK! "answer your professor." you yelp out in pain, your head wrenching back and your legs futilely kick.

"yes, yes! yes, sir." you whimper. he gives you a nod before muttering a "good girl." and letting a second smack reverberate around the carefully curated classroom. "one!" you yell out. SMACK! "two!". SMACK! "three.." you gasp. each smack was harsher than the last, tears brimming in your eyes. you couldn't hear much besides your heartbeat in your eyes, but between the deafening beats, you could hear soldier boy's low chuckles between each assault on your delicate skin. he smooths his palm over your cheek, laughing as you squirm under him.

"only two more, good girl. you can do it, can't you? you're a big girl now. big college student who is gonna fuck her professor to pass." his taunting tone only adds to your pain and your undeniable pleasure. usually, your co-actors were sweet and somewhat rough, but soldier boy always gave you what you desired most, no matter how much you try to deny it. a groan from you, followed by another strike to your reddened cheek and a drawn-out "fooouurr...." as you let the tears run down your face and over your gasping mouth. SMACK! "five." you cry out and hiss, your body finally relaxing as he coos, leaning down to flutter kisses over the branded curve of your ass. he pulls you up and sits you on his lap, encircling his arms around you and hugging you tight as you share short pecks that grew increasingly more urgent; the desire simmering right below the surface. he slowly pushes his off his lap and down onto the floor, sitting your slick clit right against the tip of his shoe. he flicks his chin up, indicating for you to lift your arms and he tugs off your flimsy sun-dress and throws it carelessly across the classroom.

"now, my shoe needs shining, doll. you can help with that, can't you? said you'd do anything." he leans in and down, gliding his calloused fingertip down the bridge of your nose before tapping your nose tip. "get to fuckin' work." he lifts his oxfords up and bumps them against your slick folds, making you yelp and latch onto his thigh for support. you spread your legs more and settle against his shoe, rocking your hips and rubbing your clit against the top of his shoe. the sensation of the laces and bumps against your folds and unattended clit made you feel dizzy. no man had ever made you feel this desperate for praise, for their approval. and no man had ever expected this of you, but for soldier boy, you were willing to do anything. you gritted your teeth and frowned deeply as you concentrated on rutting and grinding, spreading your arousal all over his expensive shoes, fulfilling his wishes.

he loosened his tie and patted your head as you whined and moaned beneath him, your claw-like nails digging into his full thighs. he pulled off his tie and looped it around your neck, tightening it until rested nicely between the valley of your breasts, his fingers skimming gently over you; making you shiver and moan in anticipation. his touch, his attention was like a drug you couldn't get enough of. whenever he gazed upon you it was like the sun shone only on you and made you glow in its glory. he cupped your cheek and kept your gaze on him as he bumped and lifted his shoe against your glossy folds and basked in your mewls and protests.

"hm, such a teacher's pet. willing to do anything for a good grade." he hummed, his thumb dragging across your cheek and pinching it. "let me see how much of a mess you've made." he roughly pushes you off his shoe and you land with a small yelp. he lifts his shoe an inch of the floor and a gasp falls past his lips. his eyes catch the camera as he angles his oxfords against the harsh set lights; his shoe glistening with your dripping arousal. "haven't even fuckin' touch your cunt yet and you're so soaked." he groans in approval.

"ple– please, touch me, sir. i need you. need you." you sat up on your knees and reached out, your hand grazing over his growing bulge that was barely suppressed in his black slacks. "need to pass." you mumble as you attempted to open his belt, but he quickly brushed your hands away with a devilish grin as he gazed down onto you. like a king with an effortless sense of authority and you were nothing but his adoring follower.

"needy lil' girl. huh? you need to pass, you need to get fucked, you need my cock. you think you deserve any of it, doll? hm?" his grin softens as he toys with the tip of his tie, which sat snugly around your neck. "you think you make the rules around here? since when can a ditzy slut like you make decisions?" he grabbed and tugged on it like a dog leash, bringing you to your feet and following swiftly behind. his hands reached up and smoothing the top of your head, running his hands over your frizzy pigtails, teasingly down the side of your neck, over your shoulders until they circled and tugged on your hardened nipples with a sigh of content. you stand on your tiptoes and tenderly kiss his lips, his stubble grazing against your chin and cheeks as your tongue lapped against his. each harsh tug on your nipples was followed by flittering touches, each bite of your lip was followed by a soft moan from him.

he was as harsh and untameable as the sea, but interchangeably as soft and delicate as a soft summer breeze. he gives you one final peck and places his round spectacles on your face, offering you a small smile before he leads you to stand to the side of the desk and facing away from him, out toward the classroom. behind you, you hear the promising sound of his belt unbuckling and an expectant shudder runs down your back. you twist to peek over your shoulder, but your head is immediately shoved back around and you let out a school-girl giggle. the clang and swoosh of his slacks falling to the floor, the familiar sound of a condom packet opening and a loud hiss as he lazily jerks his leaking cock.

"now do like my fuckin' name and ben dover." he chuckles to himself and thankfully, you were facing away from the camera, as you dramatically rolled your eyes before he pushes you down onto the desk by the back of your head with a grunt. you fumble as the glasses almost fall off your nose and you push them up, just in time to look back and catch the sight you had been looking forward to. his hair tousled, his shirt unbuttoned and his large cock aching to be stuffed in between your familiar folds. he ran his tip up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices and gently tapping it against your clit. your knees buckled and your heart threatened to beat out of your ribcage; you could barely wait another second. a glob of spit lands in soldier boy's rough hands as he fists his cock one last time before prodding your entrance before deliciously sinking into you. your folds and walls welcoming him as your legs shake beneath you and soldier boy shudders behind you as he buries himself deep into you. your pussy clamped down and clenched around him as he caught his breath, before tortuously dragging himself back and slamming into you with no warning. you shot forward and held onto the edges of his oak desk for support as he picked up his pace, his balls rocking into your clit with a steady beat.

"fuck, oh my god, siiiir." you drone as his tip expertly nudges against your cervix, each thrust turning your brain to mush. "fuck, fuck! ngggh–!" his harsh grip on your hips tightens as he relentlessly slams into you. his breath ragged and his eyes wild as he takes in the sight of you beneath him, all for him. in this moment, the two of you completely forget the crew on set and lose yourselves in the sensation of taking out each other's frustrations on one another. he leans forward and fumbles for a second before grabbing the length of his green tie and tugging it back. your constricted airways make your eyes flutter as he wraps it around his large fist, burying himself deeper into you. the desk groans and squeaks under the force and weight of soldier boy ramming into your aching cunt.

"i warned you." he chuckles into your ear as he picks up momentum and fucks into you at a superhuman pace. you're reminded of his harsh words from before and you silently accept your fate. "should start callin' you the teachers whore." he gasps against your neck in between vigorous thrusts, grazing his teeth against your pulsating vein. "gonna teach you how to take a real cock, how to get fucked like a real whore. you'd like that, wouldn't ya?" an absence of an answer from you makes him tug on the tie, you gasp and struggle for air before he relents. "wouldn't you, dollface, hm?" he repeats.

"yes, yes! please, oh my god. teach me, please. i wanna be your pet, teacher's pet." you choke out. he releases his unyielding grip around the tie, making you fall forward and heave for air, pushing the sliding glasses up your nose again.

"rub your lil' clit for me, yeah? let the professor see how much you wanna pass his class." without delay, you slide your hand between your thighs and clumsily rub your wet clit in frenzied circles. your climax was charging at you like a runaway train and soldier boy could sense it in how you squeezed his length. "cum for me. cream all over your professor's cock." he mutters, sweat dripping down his forehead. with a few added thrusts and harsh pinches to your clit, your climax washing over you as your knees buckled whilst soldier boy used his strength to keep you in place. the wet squelch of your cunt drove soldier boy crazy, a ring of cum forming around the base of his cock and it almost tipped him over the edge. "are you my good lil' girl? my good lil' student?" he whispers as he pokes out his tongue, gritting his teeth as his abdomen tenses. so close.

"yes, sir. your best girl, best student! your good girl." you cry out and that was all he needed. to your surprise, he yanks himself out of your inviting cunt, pulls off his condom, yanks you off his desk and down onto your knees.

"open your mouth, whore mouth. lemme see that tongue." you lean your head back and flatten your tongue, readying yourself for his release. he pumps himself a few times before staggering closer to you, grabbing the top of your head to steady himself and loudly sighing as he cums all over your face. his mouth agape in awe as his seed glides down your heated-up cheeks and into the crevices of your mouth. he guides his tip down and rests it against your tongue as the last of his cum glides down your throat before you suck on his tip. "oh, fuck, doll..." he moans as you collect the scattered cum on your ring finger and suck it clean, showing your empty mouth to him.

"did i pass, sir?" you gaze up at him with those damn trusting eyes and swollen lips, your chest still heaving.

"with flyin' fuckin' colours." he huffs, brushing his loose hairs away from his face and grabbing his glasses back from you and lifting you back to your feet. the heels of mary-janes clicking against the wooden floorboards. "flying. fucking. colours." each word spoken in between chaste kisses.

"CUT!"

like every time before, your manager pushes past the set crew and wraps you in your pink, fluffy bathrobe, as well as handing you a face-wipe and a bottle of water. soldier boy loosened his limbs before pulling up the slacks and buckling them, giving you a satisfied nod accompanied by his wolfish smirk.

"think i got the job done this time, don't ya agree?" he laughs, frowning as the interns crowd him and ask him countless questions. he waves them away with a grunt, concentrating his laser gaze on you again. you simply scoff in return, acting unimpressed. he bristles and sighs. "c'mon, give a guy a break. we both know the truth." his cocky behaviour cloaking his need for approval from you.

"maybe third time will be the charm. isn't that what they say?" you wink before sauntering off with your manager following close behind. soldier boy stood stunned, speechless. in that moment, he made up his mind. he was going to do everything it took to be in between your thighs again, so help him god if it would be the last thing he'd ever get to do.

a/n: and we're back. just as fun to write as the first time and i hope everyone wants a third one because i'm already brainstorming some ideas! LIKES, FEEDBACK & REBLOGS are appreciated, if you loved this! ⭑ millie's masterlist ⭑ -`♡´- tag list: @bluemerakis @legalmente-loca @faiszt @vmiina @emeraldcrs @briiverse @figthoughts @sl33pylilbunny @jasvtsc @silverwoodlynx @bejeweledinterludes @yooyieu @0ccvltism @nperoconelcositoarriba @lanasgirlfr @velvetdandeli0n @iluvdeanwinchester @cowboysandcigarettes @daylighted @valjy @littlesoulshine @mostlymarvelgirl @syrma-sensei @rositaslabyrinth @blossomingorchids @deansbbyx @mads-ackles @lunaleah @diawinchester217 @sunnyteume @drakulana @k-slla @deansbeer @h8aaz @samslovebug @missus-ackles @barnes70stark (comment or inbox me to be added/taken off)

[kawhh]

i’ve had a horribly bad week and i just need dark quinn to tell me that i don’t need anything else because it’s obviously making me upset and he’s all i need

(this is some sort of coping mechanism)

May or may not be sneaking this in. My ask answering blurb MIA time is almost over. This might be more than you wanted, but my brain went here.

Warnings: he's not exactly asking permission to keep you from stress. Pretending to be you, thought threats about locking you in a room.

I feel like he'd be 100% on a mission to stop every problem for you, to make you see sense when it comes to fully relying on him.

He's been giving you slack, letting you do everything you want to do. He hasn't complained about you looking after yourself. Hasn't complained about you wanting to cook for yourself, spending time by yourself, stressing yourself out.

He's kept his mouth shut not wanting to push you, but he's truly had enough.

You're crashing and burning in front of his eyes and he refuses to stay on the sidelines any longer. You need a stricter hand guiding you. You need someone to stop everything. You need to be able to turn your mind off.

He's taking control of everything immediately. He doesn't care to hear any protests, isn't interested in arguing with you. If you could've fixed it yourself, you would've.

No matter how small the task is, he's doing it. He's not afraid to force you either. Some physical restraining encouragement if you don't let him.

Any responsibility you have? He's forcing you to stop for a week. Texting on behalf of you, emails, anything he can do to make sure it pauses.

He can't have you worrying about needing to be somewhere, needing to do something. He doesn't care if it's important. You're the only thing that's important to him and he's the only person you need.

You don't need to stress about having other people in your life. He can be everything for you. A lover, a friend, a walking, talking sex toy. Anything you could possibly need in your life.

You don't need money. There's nothing he won't buy for you. He won't have you stressed about that. He's buying you groceries before you can even think about it. You mention it once? He's not above locking you in a room while he goes shopping for you. He can't risk you doing it yourself.

It'll just be some extra nap time for you.

He's doing some retail therapy for you, buying you clothes he knows you'll like. He knows your exact size and taste. Every single measurement. He'll use it as an excuse to keep you away from everything - he's bought them for you, he needs a fashion show.

He's making you breakfast even if he'll be late to practice. He won't have you cooking for yourself. Every single meal he can provide for you, he's doing it. If he can't he's getting it delivered for you.

He's keeping you in a bubble with him. He's protecting you. He's shielding you from every single thing that could have a negative influence on you.

[temis-de-leon]

The brothers reunite with Trans!MC - Part 1

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Anon request: How do you think the Obey Me brothers would react to a trans (AFAB) reader? Like they spent their given amount of time in the Devildom, went back to the human world for a long enough time to get both top surgery and a hysterectomy (so at least a couple years), maybe some testosterone too if they wanted it. Then when the time comes to go back to the Devildom, the brothers almost wonder if they got the right human! And yet the human's pacts, personality, and verbal recounts are too detailed + specific to be fabricated - they did get the correct person, even though they look quite different now

A/N: there are two parts for this request because the introduction alone is 600 words, but don't worry because I'm writing the second part right now. I could've made this an only part, but I didn't want it to be super long <33

Also, please tell me if I'm incorrect regarding the trans experience in any part of this. I'll gladly correct it.

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You would think time is a different concept to immortal beings like them. They’ve been alive for thousands of years, so what’s a couple more in comparison? What feels like an eternity for you probably translates to the blink of an eye in their standards. However, what no one expected was how desperately they’d need you once you went back home.

It started with the constant chatting and their messages keeping your fingers glued to your DDD for almost an entire week since your departure. Of course, it became a problem when you couldn’t even get dressed without them demanding your attention and immediate response, so it quickly changed to phone calls.

As a result, less than a couple of months later, while you worked to adapt once more to your mundane human life, hearing you talk with your mysterious friends on the speaker became the new normal for everyone around you.

They organised themselves to not overwhelm you, assigning turns to each other so everyone could have equal opportunities to keep in touch with you. As expected, not all of them respected their brothers’ time with you, but that’s something you would only know thanks to your access to their private chats.

And as you can imagine, they entertain you quite a lot.

One day they’re detailing a normal day at RAD and the next they’re explaining why Lucifer hanged the six of them and even Lord Diavolo for most of the weekend.

It’s not like they’re looking for trouble, but they still manage to find it.

And you can bet all your money they will be telling you all about it.

You’re thankful, though.

Somehow, although not that surprisingly, their stories become a great source of comfort once you’re alone during your hospital stay or while in bed, letting your body recover. Their nonsense gives you a strange sense of normalcy that keeps everything around you simpler and easier to process.

Your body might’ve changed, but some things will always stay the same.

The most difficult part of all is lying to the brothers about why you’re at the hospital.

It isn’t like you actively want to keep them in the dark. After all, they’re your friends, the ones who love you and would accept you no matter your appearance, but they do have a tendency to carry everything to an extreme and you seriously doubt they’d change that in a matter of seconds.

However, days turn to weeks and months and, although you physically get better, you still keep it a secret from the brothers. Is it the guilt? You’re not sure. It eats you alive and you berate yourself daily for hiding something so important from people who adore you so much, yet you’re unable to confess.

It all comes to an end when you suddenly bump into Solomon in the middle of the street.

Which is actually… kind of weird?

Despite being the one physically closest to you, you’ve barely seen the sorcerer since you both left the Devildom a couple of years ago. Normally, he’s too occupied to respond to your check-up messages right away, let alone hang out with you, so the sight of him leaves you dumbfounded.

Funnily enough, the sight of you also leaves him dumbfounded.

You both stare at each other for more than a couple of seconds while your brains process the situation.

And before you can realise what’s happening, you’re falling.

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[goblinantics]

THIS. THIS IS WHY IT'S OK. THIS IS THE ONLY CORRECT RESPONSE.

Kinks that play off of real-world harm scenarios are ONLY ok when all individuals involved have INFORMED CONSENT meaning they know the risks and what to expect and provide affirmative consent that they are acknowledging the risks and want to proceed with the events as informed AND that these scenarios aren't involving the real-world harm scenarios in the way that directly replicated the HARM aspect, but that WE ARE PRETENDING and play-acting these real-world harmful scenarios in a way that avoids the ACTUAL HARM that occurs in these scenarious when they happen in the real-world (aka when people aren't pretending or play-acting them out).

Rape-play and CNC scenarios (and yes I mean ALL OF THEM) are play-pretending a real-world harm. Fantasizing about touching someone without asking them first or getting them too high or drunk to say no? That's sexual assault (and the latter is flat-out rape) in the real-world if you don't bother getting the person's informed consent before you engage in that behavior. Yes. All kink, when done SAFELY and not just play-for-play replicating the heinous acts themselves, is PRETENDING.

You get informed consent FIRST. EVERY TIME.

"Do you want to try having sex without me asking first? Just surprise sex?"

ASKING FIRST MEANS THAT IF THEY AGREE, THEY KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO DO THIS WITH THEM AND ARE PRETENDING THAT THEY DON'T HAVE TO HAVE THAT INITIAL CONVERSATION BEFORE ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY WITH YOU. THEY ARE NOT CONSENTING TO SEXUAL ASSAULT, THEY ARE CONSENTING TO THE PLAY PRETEND ASPECT OF IT IN A SAFE AND INFORMED MANNER.

DON'T CONFUSE YOUR FANTASIES WITH ACTUAL HARM OR ELSE YOU WILL ENGAGE IN ACTUAL HARM EVEN IF ONLY BY ACCIDENT.

ALL SAFE KINK PRACTICES INFORMED CONSENT AND THE UNDERSTANDING THAT PLAY-ACTING AND PRETEND SCENARIOS ARE THE BASIS OF OUR ENGAGEMENTS.

As well as proper safety measures and care taken to prevent unwanted pain or injury for the specific play you're engaging in such as having medical scissors on hand for bondage/keeping informed on proper tying techniques and placements to avoid nerve damage/dislocations/cutting off blood circulation/etc.

It is indeed just like kids running around PRETENDING to hunt each other down, when all they're doing is playing tag or hide and seek. The fear is real, the adrenaline pumping through your veins as you try to run faster to escape, the pounding heartbeat when you've found a hiding spot but the "it" person is so close by that even the smallest sound could give away your position. This is what kink is tapping into for adults. It's the real fun of PRETENDING you're in a dangerous situation. It's the fun of knowing that you're NOT in danger, but you're playing a game where everyone knows the rules and everyone is PRETENDING so that it feels more real in the moment. Kids don't play tag as if they're pretending. They play tag as if it's a real goal for them to not get caught, as if it's a real danger to be caught. They'll run for their lives in tag, but it's just a game. Everyone knows when the game ends that you can't just chase people and tackle them to the ground, because you're not playing the game anymore. You can't just engage in your sexual fantasies with random people that haven't agreed to it. And when the kinky scenario ends, you can't just keep going because you have to get everyone to agree to play with you for it to work. For it to be safe and not assault or rape or result in real-world harm. Sometimes the other players decide they don't want to play anymore before you're ready to be done, but that still means the game ends. Don't be a shitty person and engage in actual real life harm just because you can't draw the line between fantasy and reality.

Btw rape play is okay not because "I'm a victim and this is how I cope," it's okay because it's play pretend. We are play pretend. We are just adults playing adult versions of house or doctor or firefighter. It's fucking play pretend.

[samsayswhatever]

Episode thoughts ramble, you can ignore

I personally think that they definitely both wanted it. Like, it freaks them out, but I don't think on Lochlan's part it's solely about wanting to do what Saxon would want to make him happy.

The trailer is making it seem like Lochlan's going to try to be less of a people pleaser? Or he might try to distance from Saxon? But I don't think that this was a situation that he was fully taken advantage of or that he was a "evil mastermind". They're both fucked up and should just fuck about it.

Thank you! I love a good ramble, so please excuse my full-on legit-essay of a ramble in response 😅 I just live for character analysis

First, "They're both fucked up and should just fuck about it," is an excellent line. 😂 If they just had a sober sexual interaction they could confirm if they like each other romantically, and start the process of figuring out what to about it.

Second, I agree that this threesome isn't just because Loch is a people pleaser. Loch didn't jerk him off to make Saxon happy. He did it to make himself happy because what makes Loch happy is attention and closeness. Lochlan seems happiest when he's touching Saxon, or just finished touching him (like after the second kiss in ep 5, and when he was jerking him off with that big smile on his face.)

I think that for the start of the next ep he's going to give Saxon a little distance because he's going to need a second to process and mentally spiral about how Saxon must hate him now. However, I think he won't be able to stay in that Monastery thinking about this all night. The silence and the not knowing are going to drive him crazy. He seems to want answers - like how he asked piper about her virginity. However, since she left when he asked that, he might be inclined to hold back his questions.

No one here is an evil mastermind. They were both confused when they remembered, and Saxon even threw up. If Saxon was intentionally grooming him, he would have been happy, not looking like death. If Loch spit the pill and planned this all out, then he wouldn't have looked so uncomfortable and afraid when he realized what happened.

I think that their parents didn't raise them in an open, loving, understanding environment where they felt comfortable asking questions about sex and sexuality. And I think that contributed to Saxon's fixation on sex, and Loch's ignorance about it. And because of their age gap keeping them from living together for the last decade or so, I don't think they have talked much about sex before. Loch seemed pretty shocked when Saxon brought up porn, but he'll never say no to attention, so he didn't shut it down like piper would have.

Saxon is trying to change how he acts towards Lochlan now that Loch is 18. Saxon doesn't want to treat him like a kid anymore, but he doesn't know how to treat him like an adult. He wants to help Loch figure out his future, and he wants Loch to look up to him. And They both really want to be closer to each other, but they don't have much in common, so they are trying to reach each other by bonding over sex, since Saxon is obsessed with sex (and likely has been since he was a teen,) and thinks all teen boys must be obsessed with sex too.

And now they've taken "bonding over sex" to an extreme, and it's starting to become apparent that this is NOT how siblings get closer; this is different, and strange, and overall not normal. But over the next episode or two, they are going to have to face WHY they took it so far. Like Chelsea said, "I don't think there is a drug in the world that would make me get with my brother." And I think that's how most people feel. So they will have to face why they wanted to have this sexual exchange, and why their feelings are deeper than just wanting each others love and respect like 99.99999999% percent of siblings.

[wh01s-isabela]

I hardly see headcanons about the EW characters as dads so...

Here's a little thing

(This was not proofread and english it's not my first language!)

For me, Edd is a certified dad person in any way possible. He actually is responsible and chill in a good balance. Oh.. And the dad jokes.. Don't even get me started.

He's the super supportive but kinda embarrassing type of dad. He's gonna make you embarrassed on public. On purpose. And gonna be so fucking smug about it. (He's not too mean tho! My boy doesn't want his baby sad or uncomfortable!)

This man is all cutie patootie with his kid, tries to make the best relationship humanly possible. If he's noticing signs that something's off than he will sit and talk about whatever is going on. Talking about.. Well, TALKING, I think he likes to chat with his kid, maybe create jokes and be inventive in general. He has to stimulate his child's imagination!

You guys are wearing silly daughter/son and dad t-shirts. No questions asked

Secretly trying to induce his child to appreciate cola like him since the womb...

If his child likes pepsi or diet cola he's FLABBERGASTED. BETRAYED. HOW COULD YOU? AFTER ALL THE SACRIFICES HE'D DONE FOR YOU!??

Basically will playfully rival you a little, always scoffing if you're drinking or buying those drinks

Probably if he had to go to his kid's school on Profession Day, and all that bullshit, he would be bullied for being an artist and making commissions/graphic design. Picture one little girl that has a police officer dad or some cool shit, saying to his kid like "my mom said that only slobs turn hobby's into work"

Punch this kid.

Because when he shows his work the other children are like :0

He wouldn't be the type of dad to scream or beat his kid. More like the "go sit in the corner and think about what you did" type of dad. Grounding is also an option

But oh Don't get this guy here mad because oh god is genuinely frightening. Serious mode is on and all.

If his child give him a drawing of him, a crooked flower, A cat that looks like a rock or whatever, THAT SHIT IS GOING TO THE FRIDGE. He so proud that this grow ass man is sobbing like a baby

If his kid asked the one million dollar question: "how babies are made" he'll sigh deeply and say "when two people love each other very very much..." Or "the stork" or basically any crazy thing that makes you satisfied.

If his kid is being bullied be prepared cuz he's going to fight a 6 years old and lose

If his child starts dating he's mostly chill. But still keeping an eye on the person they're dating to see if they're not bad company

He makes his child go out and touch some grass but his healthy attempts stop there. Because he's a little irresponsible on the food and drink aspect so the reader will have to take care of that, to prevent your kid from getting diabetes or smth

He's always trying to come up with something exciting on the weekends, be it a trip or a gourmet dinner of sorts

Now, I if I had to choose if Edd would be a girl dad or a boy dad, I'd say... Both

Honestly he fits so lovely with both genders of baby, and I don't think he would particularly have a preference

As for number, I think his limit would be three. And the child would most likely not be planned, but I'm not so sure on that hc I'll have to think about it a little more sry

In the end of the day, he just wants to be the coolest and most amazing dad possible or die trying

(Please don't-)

Now speaking of Tom... It's difficult

He's not OPPOSED to the idea but.. You sure you want to have a real baby with HIM?

He might want to sit down and talk, after all, raising a child is not like just buying a shoe or something. He might need a little time to think about it

Tho, he also can't help but feel a little intrigued. He has never been the dad type but.. The idea kinda of makes he feels fuzzy inside. If he's 100℅ sure then he will be chill about it

Ok let's get into the child part

He's the type to think he will be awful as a dad, but end up being really good. Not perfect. But good enough.

He has quite the troubled childhood so he wants his child to rely on him, to know he's there to protect them and will never go away.

He normally takes most things seriously but when he's a father? My man does not play

He's actually pretty good at handling kids. Ofc he's got a temper but he's so used to his friends shenanigans and all the stressing stuff that he has built a tolerance to not snap all the time.

It takes a lot to get him on blind rage, but if his child manage to do that. Well, he'll scream.. Sorry it might startle the poor kid but he'll apologize afterwards. I also don't think he would beat his child. He never got this treatment as a kid and he doesn't think it's necessary. The last thing he wants for his kid is a childhood with pain

His punishments are like doing chores, grounding and that stuff

In the baby phase, oh he will take SO MANY PHOTOS. Nothing convinces me otherwise. He naturally loves photography, so taking pictures of his little bundle of joy? Sign him up

Imagining him putting checkered stuff on his kid. A little checked hat, some cute checkered glasses for the beach, checkered tiny shoes...

I think he would gift his child the Tommee bear. I thinks this little bear has kind of the pass to generation thing. If he has another kid he would tell the older one to give the younger one the plush.

If his kid wants to learn how to play the bass, he's hyped. His kid will have a strong liking to music naturally. He'll be impressively patient with the child, repeating the chords how many times is necessary for them to get it

If his kid got into a fight, he will act all worried and checking them up but then will throw "did you win?" Then proceed to give them a long ass scolding lecture

He'll teach his kid self defense. Physically and verbally. Not how to curse but how to win or be aloof in a argument. It end up with his kid throwing sarcastic shit at their teachers

Just picture the scene: his child entering in his car after he received the news that his child got a Warning. When questioning them, they explain:

Kid: don't get mad okay..?

Tom: I won't. Now tell me, why did you got a warning?

Kid: okay so.. I was in class and we were having math lessons. The teacher asked what's 8 x 5, and I answered 40

Tom: that's right. But why did you got a warning then?

Kid: it wasn't because of that. After that she asked me what's 5 x 8.

Tom: it's the same shit.

Kid: that's what I said!

Tom: huh?

Kid: the teacher asked what's 5 x 8 and I said it's the same shit. That's why I got a warning!

Tom: .... *proceeds to laugh his ass off*

Ahem, ahem anyways

He would probably try making his child hate Christmas too

Like, saying santa claus eats children and transforms them in presents and shit

He's a menace and it's giving his kid nightmares

In the morning of the Christmas eve, reader will find their little kid soaking the three with gasoline while holding matches

They probably damaged those animatronic santas who play trumpet at the store's doors. And cried or attacked the shopping center santa while sitting on his lap. If they even have the courage to

Santa: what's your Christmas wish little girl/boy?

Kid: that you die! *proceeds to run crying for Tom and reader*

He probably tries to get his child's language on line but, they got this sailor inside them sometimes. Genetics I guess.

Like:

Kid: oh shit-

Tom: hey, watch your fucking language.

Reader: *burying their face in their hands groaning*

Tom is the "I support the current thing" dad. He will support whatever his child is liking (if is legal ofc) even if is a little weird.

When his kid started dating this would go to ways. If is a boy, he's chill but warning them to not fuck anything up and treat their partner well. If it's a girl, oh boy, protective dad mode. Only in the beginning tho. If he sees the person it's nice and safe, and his kid it's happy than he will be more chill about it. But don't even try sneak up or make out on his watch. No one touches his little girl like that. But again, after a while he's pretty casual about it like.. Really.

*person the kid's dating bringing a drink to them*

Kid: no chocolate? No plushies? No blanket?

*person proceeds to bring everything they want*

Kid: thanks

Person: no head?

Kid: *glare at them looking at Tom, that's literally sitting on the couch reading next to them*

Tom: they got a point tho...

Again with the million dollar question: "how babies are made", I think Tom would say something like "babygun" (tomska reference-) or he would shrug and left the kid frustrated without answers OR the classic "go ask your mom/dad". Not because he's nervous or out of answer ideas, no, it's because he wants to see how you'll explain it. He'll have fun.

I think after meeting and marrying reader after a while, He would quit drinking so much. I mean, he doesn't have a reason to do it so often now isn't it. And don't come at me with drunk aggressive dad Tom headcanons I don't wanna hear 😭

I have the feeling his child would have a little bit of his monster genetics. Maybe lots of it, maybe less. But they would. And when he finds out GOD calling him worried is a statement. You had never seen the man so out of his element. He feels a little guilty too

Which leans to more angst because I have the feeling he knew before the child was born because of the appointments and check ups. Something was off. And the labor was quite difficult.

He basically tries to be present and helpful to his child in a whole

Now about gender, I think he would be a girl dad. No questions asked. But he doesn't have a preference, whatever comes it's k.

And the number, in the start he just want one. Principally after your difficult labor. But with some coaching he might reluctantly accept another one. But that's enough, no more. He wouldn't forgive himself if something happened with you or the fetus.

The baby would be planned

He's a good dad, believe it or not. He just need some learning to. In the end of the day, he just wants to protect his kid and make their life happy and healthy

Matt... Oh Matt..

He's the certified perfect dad material

He would spoil his child SO FRICKING much

In his defense, his kid needs to look pretty all the time!

Will buy tons of cute baby clothes, making people stop in the streets to say "omg your kid's so adorable!" And he will be so smug and proud about it

In his home, praising is a rule. So expect this child to have an amazing self-esteem (I'm jealous). He will always make sure his kid feels amazing and bonita! Because they are! ❤

His kid may grow a little entiled and bratty, and he has to count on reader to put them in line because my boy does not know how to scold a child properly

Again, he wouldn't beat his kid. He would have to rely on reader on the grounding part because in his childhood, he was never actually grounded or punished, his mother always patted his head.

He encourages his kid to express themselves with hair, clothes, makeup, whatever gender they are. His child is a mini diva

He's the type of dad that when his child gains a low score at a final, he just pats their head and say "oh that's not good sweetheart. You must be sad, let's go get ice cream!"

When his child come back to school, he immediately wants to hear any gossip going on. School gossip is the juiciest!

When his baby had its first loud as cry (aside from the ones in the hospital) he would genuinely start crying loudly too without knowing what do to and his child would stop mid tantrum to look at him like "🤨 bro"

If his child started dating HE'S SO EXCITED. So proud his kid is catch like him. But about the person they're dating.. He would be suspicious, asking lots of questions and even making a quiz for them to prove they're worthy of dating his beautiful baby child!

A funny thing is that if the kid's friend or classmates had saw a photo or Matt himself, a couple of them would be simpin on the ginger. Lol and this might stand even on high school. They friends will go like "hey step son/daughter" "bestie would it be crazy if I said your dad's kinda-"

Friend: hey (kids name), how's your dad?~

Kid*frowning*: incredibly married.

Friend: aw, still? God dang it-

Matt it's a good dad tho that's for sure. He just needs to be more firm

Maybe the child might be a half-vampire too!

In that case, at night they would go flying together as bats in a son/daughter and father bonding <3

He's those dads that styles their kids hair for school like they are a princess/prince

Cutest kid on kindergarten, I swear

MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION AGAIN 🗣️🗣️

He would probably answer with things like "*pats head* you'll learn when you're older sweetie" or "i put a little seed on your mothers belly, that seed grow and then unbuttoned on a beautiful flower. You!" (I put mother but it can be gender neutral somehow)

When Matt pleads for something, he does puppy eyes since he was little. His child has the same habit. Reader is fed up in the supermarket while their kid and their grown-ass husband are giving them a puppy look to make them buy more candy/cereal/or literally anything

Not everyone might have this bless, but Matt can be a good listener. Especially to his precious one. Not the most gracious with coherent words but very good at physical comforting

If his child got excluded, bullied or picked on, he will call the kid and their parents and literally GO FOR THEIR NECKS (vampire joke not intended but oh well-). ROAST. COOK. THEM

If his child got into a fight he will be running at them on lightspeed and jump on them, grabbing their face and looking around it saying "is your face okay!?"

His kid would have like, a pile- no. A mountain- nah. A TSUNAMI of toys, stuffed animals, dolls, you name it. He love giving his child lots of things they probably won't need

His kid is popular. If not, don't worry you'll get there someday! Your #1 cheerdad is rooting for you!!

Even with all the spoiling, his kid would eat impressively healthy. Despite Matt being spoiled himself, I think he doesn't got a childish appetite. Not now at least, since he calculated that eating healthily would make him more youthful and pretty.

But oh beware with that baby on his clumsy hands... He had lost your child more than four times by simply looking away for a second.

This baby would be gladly planned

Now, about the gender, I think Matt would prefer a girl. Shoo you stinky boyz. Jk

But he's more in sync with his feminine side. Which isn't a surprise because he masters girl talk, and it's the best boy friend to rely on when your besties are unavailable

Tho he's not opposed to a boy. Ofc not!

But nothing, NOTHING can convince me otherwise. Matt would be a twin girl dad. Hear me out

He and his two little princesses

My heart is melting aa-

Ahem, about number, I think he's limit would be three or four. I feel like he would like a big family.

Matt is such a pookie dad in the end of the day. He gots its flaws but he's learning! And your kid might be a little spoiled but they're surely happy and healthy as you. Ah what a silly loving family indubitably.

So uhhh... Now I was supposed to make Tord's part but it's late and I'm running out of ideas so... Maybe keep it for a next time or part 2? Probably won't happen because like, literally two to four people see what I post so.. That's it, thanks for reading! 💞💞

[kittlesandbugs]

FHR Prompt: Between the lines Pairing: Chargestep (lil Chargentstep) Warnings: None, mostly fluffy post-sex cuddles Word Count: ~650 Prompt: Prompt to write a gesture, a specific instance, a moment of tenderness, of softness, of emotional depth, of vulnerability. The warm fingertip trails across your skin, and you shiver slightly. You'd blame the cooling sweat across your back if he commented on it, but he doesn't do more than let out a little thoughtful hum. There's a deliberate path to his meandering that you recognize in the unusual pivots and hard turns. He's tracing your skin between your tattoos like it's a maze. 

You shift a little in his lap, drawing your face out of the hollow of his collarbone where you'd buried it as he took you apart. Craning your neck a little to peek up at him, and of course, he's already looking for your reaction. 

“Does that bother you?” he asks, finger stilling over one of the scars on the back of your shoulder that carves through the lines. 

After mulling it over for a moment, you shake your head, humming a negative as you press your lips to the steady pulse in his neck. 

“Only if it bothers you that you've been wetting your dick in a robot,” you tease, getting a very satisfying choked noise in response. 

“It's not my fault the sexiest robot in Los Diablos came onto me," he snarks back once he recovers, finger resuming its wandering through the delicate lines. His other hand on your hip gives you a tender squeeze as you scoff. “She's very difficult to say no to.”

You smirk as your own fingers roam around the ports at the base of his neck, following along his spine. The movie you'd been invited over to watch plays forgotten on the TV behind you, a subtle buzz as pleasant as his skull. At this point, it's a pretext when it's just the two of you.  Seven years is a long time to make up for. More if you’re honest, but he really doesn’t need that much encouragement. Now that he knows what you really are, you rarely turn down his advances. He's never turned down yours. And it's not your fault movies are so flat and boring compared to the telepathic depths you perceive reality in, anyway. 

“At least now I know I don't have to worry about Hollow Ground showing up on my doorstep with a shotgun," he chuckles and presses his lips to the top of your head. 

Your lips curl against his neck. It’s funny, but not in the way he thinks. 

And he doesn't need to know she's already working with your alter ego. Just like he doesn't need to know about your alter ego at all. Despite Argent's insistence to the contrary. If she's allowed her terrible secrets, you're allowed yours.

“Not her, no," you agree. Hollow Ground is no threat to you at all. The opposite, really. “Just…” 

You trail off, not wanting to entertain that thought. There is so much more on the line now. Freedoms that you no longer take for granted. People too, you can admit that in the sanctity of your own skull. It’s really only a matter of time before your luck runs out again and they find you. And they’ll do anything to tear you away and get you back in their cage. You don't realize your arms have tightened around him until his reciprocate. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, turning your face so he can look you in the eye with a sincerity in his deep brown eyes that makes your guts twist. “No one's taking you away ever again, okay? We won't let them. I promise.”

It would be so nice to let yourself believe he and Argent really could keep you safe. But they have no idea what they're really up against. Not like you do. The Farm would kill to have them in their possession too. 

“Don’t make promises you can't keep, idiot,” you mutter, tucking your face back into his shoulder. 

He huffs a laugh against your hair, the barb unable to pierce his unending confidence. “Don't underestimate us, idiot.”

[scoobydoodean]

while i dont think bobby probably wouldve told dean to hold off on whining until they dealt with the leviathans (and tbh i dont think frank devereux's advice is completely terrible its just very much advice for people suffering from suicidal ideation and not actually listening) but bobby's response to dean expressing vulnerability feels borderline absurd especially when we've seen very heavy emotional reactions towards dean's vulnerability in earlier seasons (like him crying when dean makes the deal for sam). when the levee breaks is similar but i feel like it's slightly different bc bobby knows that if dean gives up on sam it could be really bad for them both. but his response to dean in season 7 feels unbelievably cruel, especially when he saved dean and pulled him out of the hospital in 7.03 and acknowledged that dean had just lost the best friend dean ever had. it just feels kind of insanely over the top and out of character from bobby

On the one hand, I think Bobby recognizes that they're all in the war zone, and that none of them can afford to fall apart, and he's afraid Dean isn't going to make it if he doesn't "stow his shit". It isn't about whether Dean's feelings are valid or not but about whether Dean will live long enough to see a day beyond the battle they're facing where he has the space to process those feelings. Bobby feels Dean does not have the time or space to process his negative feelings about the world and hunting now or thinking about them too hard because he'll break down emotionally and be off his game, then he'll be killed by any one of the numerous entities after them.

If the generational persistence of phrases like "get your shit together/stow your shit/get over it/suck it up" dates back to the world wars (if not further than that) then our negative outlook on it today comes from our recognition that we do have space to process our emotions and nothing is going to jump out of the sky and kill us while we're doing it.

So while I do think Bobby's speech sucks, I also think it's easier for us to say Bobby's speech sucks while sitting on our couches at home. If instead we imagine ourselves as protagonists in Alien, then Bobby is perceiving Dean (largely because of the turducken-induced rambling about his depression) as a crew member who is frantically focusing on their situation being hopeless and there being no point in going on, which is how you get killed by a xenomorph. Ripley needs to bitch slap that crew member across the face or they're going to get eaten and maybe even get other crew members killed in the process. They're in a horror show and they have to act like it.

That said, you are absolutely right one of the things that makes it so irritating is that Bobby offered for Dean to open up to him in 7.02, and when Dean said he had everything he was feeling locked down just fine, Bobby's response seemed not just skeptical but almost judgmental about Dean not opening up, only for him to turn around and tell Dean lock his shit down in 7.09. From 7.02:

BOBBY: Yeah, I’m – I’m worried too, but humor me for a second. How are you? DEAN: Who cares? Don’t you think our mailbox is a little full right now? I’m fine. BOBBY: Right. And weren’t you pissed at him when he said the same thing just a couple hours before he spilled his marbles all over the floor? DEAN: Yeah, well. I’m not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead friggin' box. I’m fine. Really. BOBBY: Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you're fine. DEAN: Good. BOBBY: Course, if at any time you want to decide that’s utter horse crap, well I’ll be where I always am. Right here.

This is what's really infuriating for me tbh. It isn't that Dean's friends and family want him to open up or that they don't want him to open up. It's that they won't pick a lane and stick with it, so the way Dean handles his emotions can never be right or good enough for them and he's always deserving of criticism whether he's opening up or locking everything up in a box. When he's stowing his crap, he's being emotionally unhealthy and he should be honest with them and open up, but when he opens up, it's the wrong thing to do and he needs to realize that he doesn't have time for emotions and get over it, idiot. "Hey Dean, you're a person. Sometimes you aren't okay and that's fine and I'm here for you. Never forget this" then "Wow I guess you forgot that you're not a person??? Couldn't be me."

AHHHHHHHHH

The other thing about Bobby though is that Bobby is not great with his own emotions, and he isn't very good at dealing with other people's emotions either, sometimes as a result of what he's going through himself. Throughout season 7, Dean and Bobby both rely heavily on alcohol as a coping tool, and Bobby loses Rufus and immediately locks up about it, and he's worried about Sam's mind, and he's worried about Dean's depression, and he's worried about the leviathan, and he feels a parental responsibility to Sam and Dean—he sees them as his sons. So there's a lot on his plate, and he isn't actually that great with emotions (and he had zero reliable role models for that growing up). So his approach to other people's emotions tends to be a mix of cool headed fatherly advice one minute (see: 5.10 for example) and worry-induced lecturing the next. This all makes him pretty relatable if you grew up with a dad for example who clearly loved and cared about you a lot but also freaked tf out when you cried because his brain was telling him a xenomorph would eat you while you were busy being weak. But as a dean fan one can't help harrumphing and also remembering that this is not a response isolated to Bobby—that Sam also does this to Dean over and over and over and over.

[rosy-letters]

someone come and rescue me pls, I'm floor manager on one of the most popular days at my work. if I'm not posting on tumblr tonight I died of a stress-induced heart attack

[crimeronan]

it's sometimes so silly to look in the notes of a polyamory art/post and see people like "is this cheating art....?" when the characters in canon are all extremely close friends. i know it's not malicious because most people think of monogamy as the default and anything outside that Must be cheating, but truly i'm always like. guys. guys Please.

please think about this for like 2 seconds.

under what circumstances do we think this non-canon couple might hold hands directly in front of their canon partners. and under what circumstances do we think the canon partners might be okay with this. do we Truly think this is a secret relationship. do we Truly think these guys would sneak around behind their canon partners' backs when all of them are extremely close friends with a high level of trust and commitment to each other.

would assuming that these extremely close friends have actually communicated with one another Exactly The Same Way They Do In The Canon Source Material perhaps cause less despair.....

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

i'm sorry i'm not being fun enough on my personal blog which is the only place on the internet i get to just be a person and not have to be professional because it's the only place my colleagues and employers don't follow me but also i'm not sorry because sometimes being grumpy is part of being human and i'm so goddamn tired of having to perform perfection on the internet

[thebirdandhersong]

well mark that down as situation 2938489 that I don't know how to handle

[psychopomp-namine]

<- fake kh fan. I just found out that don't think twice is a separate song, lyrically, from chikai. I thought it was the english version... no? the lyrics are different?

utada hikaru oh my goodd I didn't know these were two songs responding to each other. head in hands HEAD IN HANDS

[soonhoonsol]

you guys ever get tired of friends who only talk about themselves? how do you respectfully tell them off?

[shiryawashere]

you ever miss your comfort character so bad you gotta go outside about it

[wolflover33100aj]

[ Ranting ]

Tired of people saying Indigo Park is a cashgrab, mf it's free!

The only reason why there's merch was because fans wanted it, people were buying bootlegs so the only thing they could think of was to put out official merch and that money is going into the game, I have never made a game before but I assume it's not easy and it costs too, paying the voice actors and people who helped work on it

It's also a passion project