#but they still help out so much and the only thing i make that brings in monies anymore hahaaa

[badhee]

𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺 ! ⋅˚₊ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

pairing: bf!heeseung x gf!reader, established relationship genre/tags: smut, v small amount of angst, fluff, thigh riding, body worshipping, face sitting, hee’s lowkey simping hella hard & losing the idgaf war but we love to see it <3 words: 1.4k

jk version.

“Can you stop ignoring me please? It's driving me crazy.” You whine to your nonchalant boyfriend, urging him to mutter at least one word.

He has been giving you the silent treatment since this morning. You and Heeseung got into a petty argument that could've been easily resolved within seconds had he not just stormed out mid-convo.

Rightfully so— you were upset by him not wanting to talk things out and he got all defensive by saying you were ‘overreacting’. The bickering only spiraled from there and once you realized you had to leave for work you left without even saying a proper goodbye.

You felt bad for not at least giving a peck on the cheek but you were slightly annoyed by how stubborn he could be at times. Once you came back home, you wanted to talk with him immediately to patch things up yet he's still being difficult with you. His silence was speaking mere volumes.

“So you're really going to play that game now, huh? You know you can't ignore me forever Hee.” You snicker, all those pent up emotions filling you with an intense longing for him. “Can you say something?”

Heeseung remained quiet as a mouse, still refusing to speak, just sitting there examining you. Taking all of you in, basking in his own little fucked up glory. He wasn't trying to ignore you at first but now it has turned into a game for him. His only goal was seeing how far he could push your buttons until you finally break.

There was nothing more frustrating than craving someone's affection. His affection. Usually he'd give it to you on a silver platter, spoiling you with all the love and attention he could provide. But today — you were gonna have to work for it, and that you did.

Since talking wasn't the solution you try your best guess and think of something else. That's when a devious plan struck your mind — you were going to get a word of out him one way or another.

You were still wearing your work clothes so you strip naked right in front him, taking off every piece of clothing to only leave you in your panties. He tried to make it not so obvious that he was staring but you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Still quiet, he looks up at you with his big, brown doe eyes — glancing over every inch of your bare form.

Biting his lip while leaning back on the couch he takes in all of you, losing himself in your alluring gaze. As much as he wanted to believe he had all the control in this situation, you played a deafening role in making sure this won't be an easy win for him.

As soon as you fully undressed you make your way over to Heeseung, subtly swaying your hips to send a rise out of him. Walking up to your boyfriend you find yourself straddling his thighs between your legs, the bitter silence only creating a thicker tension. His face looked so innocent, you couldn't help but go in to kiss him. Grabbing the side of his face to pull him in for a sweet, sensual kiss, molding your lips to match his hungry movement.

He was passionate with the kiss — almost leaving you winded by the end. You could tell that he's been holding that in since this morning, you couldn't open your eyes afterwards, savoring in the taste of him on your tongue.

“I'm an asshole, I'm sorry y/n. I don't know why I do the things I do sometimes… but l'm thankful to have someone as patient as you in my life.” Heeseung finally spoke, his gentle tone brings you a familiar source of comfort.

Heated make outs turned you both into even more dangerous territory. A constant rush of heat surges throughout your body, leading it’s way down to your aching core as you swung your head back in pleasure while riding your boyfriend's pretty, muscular thighs. The light-blue distressed jeans he wore showing just the slightest bit of skin to make you go feral. The weak, sweaty kisses in between rutting against him — the friction of his jeans grazing over your clothed heat, making you feverishly whimper out for him.

Heeseung couldn't keep his hands off you if he tried. Everything about you is absolutely stunning and perfect to him. His hands dance along the perimeters of your body, tracing every line and curve of your heavenly beauty — embarking on the notion that you are all his. He needs to show how grateful and lucky he is to have you more often.

“God... need you so bad right now..I don't wanna waste another second without having my cock inside you.” He keens, migrating his lips up the side of your earlobe.

He's going to have to put in a lot more work in order to get a reward like that though.

“I want you to eat me out then we can talk later.” You boldly counter, not even giving him an option at this point.

His face lights up with that idea, “Wanna sit on my face princess?” You nod right away, letting Heeseung maneuver you to the side so he could lye down comfortably — he looks up at you with wandering eyes as you go in for another kiss. He hums into the kiss, moving his hands to grab your ass. It's beginning to become too unbearable to keep your panties on.

Breaking the kiss to remove your soaked underwear, you toss them on the floor and meet your boyfriend's handsome face once again.

The anticipation was killing him, he couldn't wait to devour your pretty little pussy already ;( As soon as you positioned yourself below him, he held onto your thighs with both hands — making eye contact with you as he pressed a kiss to your swollen bud.

Any minor touch to your clit makes you overtly sensitive, letting out a tiny mewl from the light action. His lips part open to dip his tongue into your wetness, “mmmh... fuck hee” you hiss, already needing to brace yourself to not cum early. His mouth always works magic on you, leaving you with an earth-shattering orgasm every single time.

He flattens his tongue completely now, dragging a long stripe across your slit, drinking up all your essence, letting none of you go to waste. His face was so deeply buried into you all you could see now was the top of his head — grabbing a fistful of his messy hair to pull on later. You rock your hips back and forth to build more movement, grinding on his face while not having a care in the world if he could breathe or not.

From the looks of it, there were no complications on his end since he started moaning against you — the vibrations sending instant chills to your spine. You feel his nose brush up against your bundle of nerves, his tongue appears again to spread it’s brutal attack on your clit. His warmth on the sensitive sprout makes you jut your hips into a hastier motion.

“Shit... keep going just like that…i'll cum all over your face,” you cry out, feeling yourself close to making a huge mess and creaming all over his face.

“Yeah? Do it. Cum on my face please, baby.” He only breaks away to say that quickly, sounding rather desperate but attaches hisself back instantly.

Those string of words did it for you, it was like ultimate green light to reaching your climax. Two digits enter your weeping cunt and his tongue goes back to sucking on your puffy abused clit — the knot in your stomach tightening as he produced sloppier licks to your leaking folds.

A lusty, guttural moan escaped your lips, damn near screaming your boyfriend's name at the top of your lungs. Heeseung keeps your hips steady with a tight grasp to help ride out your intense high; his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping. His face saturated with the glint of your sweet nectar, he licks his lips and savors the delicious taste of you, there's nothing that'll ever compare.

"So beautiful my baby.. so fuckin' gorgeous.." he chants under his breath, planting kisses to the apex of your thighs. He'll never get tired of admiring your pretty body— or you in general.

Heeseung has always been more of a giver than a receiver, he likes to watch his partner writhe under him, loves when they cry and violently shake while he's giving them the most pleasurable moments of their life. He also likes to get what he wants in the end but that isn't always needed for him to be satisfied. He'll get his nut eventually, but in the meantime he's going to keep playing with you some more.

[writingwisterias]

I had this random idea that came to mind - how would the different eras Leon act around reader's parents. like I imagine him meeting them for the first time and they're the stereotype old overly sweet parents that like to show pics of reader as a kid, making so so many questions about marriage and kids and future plans in general, embarassing them sm 😭 i have a feeling that especially with re2r Leon it would be so cute and funny

OMG! I'm so happy you asked for this because I was originally going to do Leon meeting the parents for the first time but I got so many requests! Ily for this

Also I'm so sorry it's out late I've just been working on some personal oneshots but now working through the requests!!

Warnings: insecurities, Fluff, themes of self doubt

AFAB!Fem!Reader

RE2:

When meeting your parents for the first time he sort of shy

He doesn't really talk much unless asked questions and it's not until a few times visiting your house that he actually interacts with them

I feel like he would have the relationship with your dad where he just gets dragged to help out and do things

He doesn't care though, it gets on his good side

Polite enough to help your mom clean up after dinner too

I think he would get flustered over topics of the future because he's still in that puppy love phase.

He does think about it but admitting aloud that he does makes him all giddy

RE4R:

Think's way too much in his head about what to say to your parents and how to interact with them

He's forming a whole as script and checklist making sure to tick all of them

Feels more comfortable around your mum but really stresses out internally on making sure he proves to your dad that he's actually worthy of your love.

In terms of chats about the future I feel like he has them in his head already, so when they bring it up it's a subject that he can talk about and doesn't wait for you to divert the subject

By that it's obvious that he can't say what his job is so when they originally asked he allowed you to explain it briefly.

Infinite Darkness:

He hides his stress a lot better and doesn't have a hard time sliding in your family dynamic because of his humour

They love him because he's respectful, funny and kind

He loves it when your mum brings out the photo albums

Asks if he can take some home just so he can look at them and picture what your children would be like

Helps out your dad with the car all the time, offers to do any odd jobs for him as well

He enjoys feeling useful

He would get flustered when he actually admits he has thought about the future with you only because he glances at you and sees the heart eyes you give him

Damnation:

Despite his more miserable look he manages to surprise your parents and they are quick to admit they have misjudged him

They don't get to see him often because he's always being dragged somewhere by his job

So when they do they have prepared a big meal for the both of you

Leon spends this time bonding with your dad working the BBQ and you get your mum talking about how cute you are together

The conversation carries to the evening when they offer for the both of you to stay the night and they bring out the albums

She even declares that she's got one ready for all the future photos of grandkids and your wedding

That makes Leon choke on his drink in surprise they even think about that for you

RE6:

Comes across as very confident but on the inside he's panicking about saying the wrong thing

Knows nothing about sports but pretends for your dad if there's a game on, will just watch him carefully and match his vibe if they do or don't score.

All the answers in his head are planned out in fear he will say something that seems cringey or too annoying

Gets along with your dad really well very quickly

After any event or meal with them he has long naps because he's so mentally tired from thinking about everything he is doing

You have caught him and your dad napping on the sofa and armchair at the same time.

Vendetta:

They can tell that things are bothering him and trusts that the two of you can work it out together

He hides it well to give him credit but towards the evening like always his mood will falter

Your parents don't judge him of course, from the little bits of information they have about his path they offer their support

It's almost weird to him to have parents that are so loving and care about not only you but him like a son

Appreciates them but can never really express it right

For events like christmas or thanksgiving he tries his best to be happy and present but they understand he needs a break

It's like a silent acceptance of them knowing he's a great guy just going through bad things so they opt to just be a place of comfort and let him relax with you here.

Death Island:

He is a dick if you end up sleeping in your childhood bedroom

Teases you with your dad all the time

Loves it when your mum brings out the photo albums! He's looking through them all

He will openly talk about his plans for the future and keep them in the loop about any updates in your life

He texts/calls them more than you at this point

If they want something from you they just ask you through him because they know he'll reply

Plays board games with them all the time, and helps with anything they need around the house like he does with you at home.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Joaquin Torres x reader cuddling please ?

It was rare that you had got to have Joaquin like this, cuddled up in your shared bed, holding you close to his chest as his hands rubbed up and down your back soothingly as the movie you were originally watching became background noise.

‘Why are you so comfy?’ You said with your head burrowed into his neck, tightening your grip on his waist when you felt him move ever so slightly and you weren’t exactly all to eager to let go of him just yet, that and the fact that you wanted to leech off of his warmth just a little bit more. ‘It should be a crime to be this comfy.’ You add.

Joaquin smiles, he loved it when you were half asleep as it lead to you saying the most random but cutest things he’s ever heard, and he wasn’t going to complain about it when it was the highlight of his day especially when he comes back from months long missions with Sam and the military. He misses days like these where he could hold you against him and not worry about anything other then the fact that soon you’d both have to leave the others comfort to start the day, to get to be here in this moment with you regardless if you were doing something or not doing anything at all.

‘I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that my heart,’ Joaquin kisses your shoulder, smiling to himself as he let this moment of peace wash over him, ‘but I’ll gladly accept it being a crime if it means having you cuddled to me like this every time I come home.’ He adds softly as he brings you closer to him as much as he could, allowing himself to sink into your embrace and be as selfish with it to his hearts desire.

You smiled against him as you raised a hand to ruin through his hair in a soothing manner. ‘I can’t help it, I miss you too much when you’re away.’ You admit as you pressed soft kisses against Joaquin’s neck before nosing the pulse point there, finding comfort in knowing that you got to spend another day holding him and loving him like you should, taking advantage of every moment you had with him and committing it to memory before his work takes him away from you again.

You didn’t hold it against Joaquin for being true to himself, if anything you admired it and often encouraged him to be the hero you knew he could be, an albeit selfless one who felts a need to prove himself -especially to Sam- and oftentimes ends up injured becuase of it; Joaquin only wanted to prove that he too was capable of holding his own within society where enhanced individuals were normal occurrences.

‘And I would never hold that against you my love,’ Joaquin reassured you softly, tightening his grip on you somewhat before continuing, ‘there are days where I wish I could just go home to your arms, go back to my safe space, go back to the one person who makes me feel safe and seen without having to try.’ He once again kisses your shoulder. ‘Which is why when I do get to come home, all I want to do is be with you constantly so that when I have to go I still have a piece of you with me to keep me company when we’re far apart.’ He finishes.

You moved your head away from his neck to look him within his beautiful and expressive eyes that you loved. ‘You’re such a sap my falcon.’ You booped Joaquin on the nose, giggling to yourself when he scrunched up his face dramatically, all the while he fights back a smile himself upon hearing you laugh. ‘Only for you my love, but I’m not the only sap here though am I?’ Joaquin retorts as he boops you on the nose in retaliation as he looked at you knowingly, his eyes twinkling with that youthful energy and enthusiasm you knew him for and fell for hard.

‘We’re just a pair of sappy people who love each other dearly beyond words could ever hope to convey.’ You say softly as you rest your head against his, audibly sighing as though you had been holding this in for far longer then you wanted, finally happy to have let it out and have it be towards the man you loved more then anything.

‘And we wouldn’t want it any other way.’ Joaquin replies as he pushes his head further against your own, closing his eyes as he focuses on you and how perfectly you fit against him, something he once thought was too good to be true to have something this nice; though Joaquin quickly decided to not keep wonder how he got so lucky and instead focusing on how much he needed moments like these, moments with you to remind him that he was just as deserving of softer and slower moments likes these.

‘I couldn’t possibly think of being anywhere other than here.’ You tell him, kissing his lips briefly as you moved your head to rest more comfortably upon his chest, feeling his heart within your ear and bringing you even more comfort in knowing that Joaquin Torres was a real man that you loved dearly as you felt the want for sleep grow the further you sunk into his warmth.

‘Me neither my love,’ Joaquin whispered, ‘me neither.’

[drdemonprince]

im really envious of u. I like reading your writing and the stories you tell about sex and stuff and it sounds like u have a lot of fun. I don’t no if I will ever be able to live like that. im autistic and very inhibited is probably the best word. I find it hard to meet new people and go new places. a few times I have gone to local munches but been too introverted to say anything to people and I just sit there feeling self conscious and silly. they have been really nice. but I haven’t made any friends or anything. I feel like I need someone to take me under their wing kinda and give me an in. It seems like I’d really enjoy it a lot but don’t no how to make my way in. I don’t feel confident enough to just use apps and hook up. especially as im so new to it all and dont no what im doing really. I’ve read what you say about going to the social gatherings and stuff but what if im too shy to say anything? I don’t no how to be more uninhibited but I feel like that’s what I need.

please keep in mind that I was not doing any of this shit until I was like 32 years old. up until then I was in only a handful of relationships, mostly ones I had stumbled into through no agency of my own, and I had never really lived out any of my kinky desires. hell I had barely even gone out to a club or a concert or anything on my own, certainly not very often, let alone a sex club or something like that. I had to practice socializing on my own terms, and trying new things alone and scared and finding what was valuable in them despite those feelings a lot. like many many years a lot.

I didn't really venture out into the gay bath house or any of the cruising bars until I had a partner who was interested in taking me to them. that provided me with an in and an emotionally safe anchor with which to explore. I am also indebted to friends who showed me around places like steamworks and explained to me the nonverbals of cruising, which I then went ahead and put in my own cruising guide.

to this day I still have a much better time at events like puppy play night when I go with some homies and can spend some time joking around with them and using their support to help meet people before eventually breaking off and wandering into a back room to get laid. I still routinely have nights where I will go out on my own and do very little but sip from my drink and stand around awkwardly for four hours, maybe dance a bit, and go home.

cruising is an exercise in patience. you are never guaranteed any particular outcome or experience. you work with what nature gives you, and you learn to find some appreciation in simply being there and bearing witness. 9 times out of 10 you get turned down or there just isn't a spark. happens on the apps too.

shooting your shot and getting turned down is a successful consent negotiation. everybody has done everything correctly and it ended the only way that it should have. there's nothing to do but dust yourself off, not take it as some dramatic declaration of your life worth, and go at it again.

I recommend visiting cruising spaces with a friend. and just going purely for voyeuristic and anthropological reasons the first couple times. The only way you become a person who can do this stuff is by doing it, a fuck ton of times. message a lot of people. Go to a lot of events.

at some point you have to find the very act of going to be motivating and enjoyable in some way. thankfully I am fascinated by humans, enjoy dancing, like having a little drink or an edible and wandering around, and treat it all as very valuable writing fodder. you have to find what set of motivations work for you. because it's not about instant success or gratification ever. It is always a lot of waiting and watching and wondering what the night is going to bring, and making peace that often it will bring nothing at all except for being alive amongst others.

keep at it though. start really small. I am so glad that I got to this point, because yeah my life is really interesting and sexually gratifying and fun. but it also is entire weekends of just standing around nursing a drink and doing nothing and looking like an NPC. happens to the best of us

[hitomisuzuya]

dominant scara and his thinly veiled mommy issues calls reader “mommy” mid breeding session 🙏🙏

scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. creampie. breeding kink. mommy kink. scara whimpers before he cums. dom!scara. one word of determined degradation.

scaramouche is drunk on the feeling of your warm, tight pussy clutching around his cock. with one of your legs sling over his shoulder, his thrusts are driven with a purpose, pumping his cock head so deep into your sweet spot that stars of pleasure burst behind your eyes.

he had a dream last night that he couldn't get out of his head, and woke up unbearably hard from. your stomach was swollen. swollen with his child. he did such things as put his ear to your stomach to hear and feel his child wiggle around, eager to come into the world. your breasts were swollen, and enlarged with milk.

there is only thought pounding through his head as his cock squelches in and out of your cunt. he needs to make that dream a reality. he needs to pump you so full of cum that there leaves no room for error. to bring you to inazuma during one of the rare public appearances his poor excuse for a creator made.

to show her that he is capable of much, much more than she thought he was even good for.

his cheeks flush hearing your broken whimpers of pleasure. "mmph..ah..scara..so deep," tears well into your eyes as his swollen cock head burrows with accuracy into your sweet spot, sending your body to tremble as his fingers tighten on your thigh. he is pumping his cock inside you with such intent that your poor body could hardly keep up.

your hand shakes as you reach out for him, tears of pleasure trickling down your cheeks. scaramouche snatches your hand, reeling and weak with love that you reach out to him, crying in bliss from how good he is fucking you.

"you just be still, and let me fill you," he squeezes your hand, pressing a kiss on it before putting it back above your head. a whine keens from you as he pulls out half way, pushing back inside. "i promise i'll fuck you nice and full," he groans as he bottoms out, "i'll knock you up, slut, i swear."

his eyes roll into the back of his head feeling your pussy clench tighter on his cock. "fuck you are going to cum all over my cock, aren't you?" he moans, his thrusts turning sloppy for a moment as he reaches down to hastily rub your clit.

he needs you to cum on his cock first. your tight pussy spasming around his cock would help coax his cum up inside of you. that is part of the plan, and he needs to make that happen. his fingers are hasty, slippery on your throbbing clit.

the jarring pleasure causes words to tumble of out of your mouth between moans and sobs that sound way too sweet for his years. "i love you, scara! i love you so much! your cock feels so good!-" you are cut off by a string of whimper tinged moans, your legs shaking as he angles his cock deeper into you. "i..i'm so close!"

"there's my good girl," scaramouche chuckles shakily, his cock throbbing hard between your overstimulated walls, "cum all over my cock," he pinches your swollen clit, deftly rolling it between the pads of his fingers.

your hazy, fucked out eyes light up at his words, your walls clenching tighter hearing him call you a good girl. his cock kissing into your sweet spot is fast overwhelming you. you gasp in pleasure, giving a feeble whimper of warning before the knot of your orgasm broke apart.

"so obedient," scaramouche moans, hissing softly as his cock throbs inside of you. he strokes the inside of your thigh,bending your knee up towards your chest. he needs to go deeper, stuffing you to the hilt. he isn't satisfied until he pumps his cock in as deep as it could go.

his fingers never leave your clit, aiming to feel your puffy pussy clench around his cock until it empties. panting softly, he starts to tremble. "mmph, i'm cumming, monmy," he whimpers, thrusting mindlessly as cum pulses inside of you.

gripped with the need to hear his cum squelching out of your pussy, he doesn't stop pumping his cock inside of you until he is positive he has been thorough.

[s0fter-sin]

ghost who offers free cleanings for people who are physically unable to clean their home when he’s on leave; people with mental illnesses, disabilities, addiction, anything and everything in between that stops them from taking care of themselves and their environment

he's seen it all; entire rooms filled to the ceiling with rubbish, rotten food overflowing in fridges, used needles and burnt spoons scattered on every surface, conditions no one should have to live in

bc it's what he grew up in

a house that was little more than a crack den with cigarette smoke stained walls and a whole back room you couldn't even open the door to, it was stuffed so full of junk and rubbish. he had the entire place bulldozed when it came into his name but he knows not everyone hates their home the way he did; they just want it to actually feel like home again

so ghost takes his empty days and his iron stomach and methodically goes room by room, house by house. he doesn't mind the sludge that coats his gloves as he empties sinks or the dead rats at the bottom of years' old piles of trash, doesn't blink at the smell of decayed food or abandoned cat litter trays and doesn't for a single moment let the people who live there feel ashamed

he doesn't let them apologise or try to help; most of the time he gives them some money for a meal and tells them to head for the nearest pub or cafe. he knows what it's like to be confronted with the state you've let yourself live in, the shame of other people seeing it and how awful it feels to know that even if given the chance to start over, it would still probably end up this way bc sometimes you just can't do things like clean; sometimes it’s just too much to maintain

sometimes you need the help, no matter how bad it feels to accept it

it often takes days to clear a house, sometimes even just a single room, but to ghost there's nothing more worthy of his time

not when he sees the teary-eyed mothers seeing their carpet for the first time in years; the grandparents who can finally look out their windows, the kids who can run around without fear of stepping on something sharp

ghost doesn't leave them once their houses are done either; he keeps track of the worst ones, of the people who will always need his help and makes sure to check in as regularly as he can. sometimes to just pick up the things that have started to spiral out of control, other times just for a tea that he knows hasn't been shared since the last time he visited

he makes sure they all know they're not alone

🧼💀

going back and forth on if i want soap to ask ghost to join him for leave but ghost declines without giving him a reason so soap think he just doesn't want to be with him. until he finds out he does these cleanings and asks to help bc it reminds him of his nan's house when her dementia started eating away at her and not only stopped her from cleaning, but from recognising her kids and grandkids and made her not trust them to let them in the house to do it for her

or

an au where soap is medically discharged and falls into heavy depression after losing both his meaning in life and his body; being so ashamed and hateful of what he's let himself become but also not caring enough about himself to try and improve it

ghost finding out about this vet from one of the other people he cleans for. they'd noticed the rubbish steadily piling higher in the windows and recognised the signs from their own house; they wanted to pass on ghost’s kindness, give the peace of mind they now have to whoever lives inside

it's a fight to get soap to agree, let alone let him through the door; he hates ghost for offering, hates himself for needing his help to begin with. but ghost meets his stubborn anger beat for beat until he burns himself out and just can't work himself up enough to care anymore

soap refuses to leave, especially when ghost offers to pay for lunch, his pride refusing any more coddling when he’s already accepting this charity, but he also can't bring himself to help; his body too broken and his mind too flooded with exhaustion and pain. so he just lays in bed, rubbish mattress high around him, and tiredly watches ghost through the door as he tackles his filthy home

and for once, it's not enough for ghost

it's not enough to know soap will have a sate place to rest, a clean bathroom to shower in, a kitchen he can actually use

bc he knows a clean environment won't be enough to help soap heal

he knows how aimless he feels without the military structuring his life for him - it's why he started these cleanings in the first place - but soap doesn't have the end of leave to look forward to

this is his life, forever

and it's clear soap doesn't want it

so ghost slows down, takes longer than he needs with each task and each room, draws out the cleaning for as long as he can as he tries to bring soap- no, bring johnny back to life

soap doesn't make it easy; he's so full of self-hatred and shame and grief and there's a large part of him that doesn't want to get better

but ghost keeps trying and he keeps coming back after he finally admits the house is as clean as he can make it

he comes back for tea and then for coffee when soap finally gets enough energy to care about drinking something he actually likes. he comes back to meal prep a week's worth of food every sunday and for dinner the first time soap wants something bad enough to cook it himself

he comes back to discuss the dismal footy match from last night. to be dead silent when soap's having a migraine and put damp cloths on the back of his neck. to wash his sheets after his nightmares make him sweat through them and he’s so untethered he thinks he might drift away. to pretend he's strong arming him into seeing his doctor for a medication change instead of holding his hand through the trauma induced anxiety attack and flashback to the injury that landed him his discharge

he comes back when the anniversary of soap's discharge comes around and soap quietly confesses he doesn't think he should be alone

and he's there the morning after to give him a glass of water and smile when johnny asks him if he feels like going for a walk

[delight-angelsbliss]

hey, i hope youre having a good week!!

im not sure if your requests are open but do you think you could write a sonic or shadow x reader whos a type one diabetic? ive seen maybe one other idea abt it for shadow and id love to see people write about it in more detail!

ofc, if you dont write for that, a general fluff for either of the two hedgies will work fine :3

Warnings: mentiones of syringes, not proofread as always

Precis: Hcs for sonic and shadow with a type one diabetic reader + normal relationship hcs

Notes: my cousin also has type on diabetes I found out in 2023 I only get to see her once a year. Ok so when I wrote like (っ˘ڡ˘ς)  that popped up and why r ppl using Arabic for their symbols?? Why is ت a smiley? And ppl complain abt using the Greek alphabet for symbols but then use the Arabic one as if that isn't hypocritical. Also I used what I've seen from my cousin and she used insulin syringes I've heard there r pills but I've never seen them so I hope this was ok! Hey dear keyboard from my mobile? Can you please stop making any simple present into a simple past or past form? 🥺

Sonic

Sonic isn't really good with memorizing reminders, his carefree attitude and fast pace of the world makes his head focus on other things than reminding people of things

But that doesn't mean he won't try to remind you to take your insulin

He isn't really a genius when it comes to health but he knows some of the basics like not using sweeteners or sugar in tea, making sure you always have insulin on hand and to always keep some before a meal

Sometimes sonic has to make himself look away as you pump a syringe inside your body before eating, no matter how many times he gets used to seeing you do that before eating, it makes him so sad knowing you have to do that everyday

It doesn't matter to sonic what kind of illness you have, as long as you're happy and healthy it makes him happy. He loves all his friends and that doesn't mean you'll get the same love, attention and more from him as his partner

Even when sonic isn't there he puts reminders and notes around your phone to remember stuff (even if you don't really need it) Sonic is trying his best but he knows he isn't able to do much that can help you which makes him sad almost everyday knowing he won't be able to take anything troublesome out your life to make it easier

Sonic still tries to be understanding and makes sure to sometimes drink tea without sugar for moral support no matter how bitter

Even if you chuckle, tell him he can add honey and that it doesn't bother you, he still persists as he tries to make jokes to lighten the mood and make sure you don't think about the mountain of syringes pumped with insulin and the lifelong condition you have

He'll make sure you're happy and remember as much as you can, he'll be the biggest help he can be!

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Relationship hcs

Sonic may not have much time to spend but he makes every moment count, or at least tries to. Since Eggman is always plotting something, it is known as Sonic's "duty" to stop him while also keeping his charismatic personality

Some missions last months while some last a day or two, it varies a bit too much but that doesn't mean he isn't always there for you. I've said this before and I'll say it again: just because he isn't home much doesn't mean he won't think about you

His mind always wanders while fighting, thinking of you, at home waiting for him all alone (you're probably not alone but he likes to think so for his own ego) He doesn't like leaving you all alone but it is how it is

When he is at home he always wants to bring you with him outside. Mobius is such a pretty and sunny place so why not enjoy it? We all know he loves to run but he'd adjust his pace to be able to walk with you and listen to your day or whatever you say

We all know Sonic has immense pride and ego, so it isn't a surprise to other when he shows you off and makes sure everyone knows his love for you and the relationship you two have, to sonic, being yours and you being his is like a blessing. Sonic feels luck everyday knowing he's with someone he fully trusts and loves with his whole heart

Sonic knows that he won't always be there, that there's a lurking danger that he might croak during a battle, so he always tries to make the moment with you a good memory

^ he sees it fit to make many dates for the two of you, trying to make the memory one to hold onto, dinners, cuddles, movie nights, deep conversations while on a walk. You name it! He wants to remember his time with you forever and ever, he wants the same for you and he'll make sure it happens

His pet names for you are: babe, baby, my girl, babygirl (surprisingly), my love

Average teenage romance pet names if you get what I mean

Shadow

Shadow is stubborn, quiet and brooding, but that doesn't mean his memory is bad, he'll still be able to remind you daily to take insulin and actually researches what can make your blood sugar worse

He takes your condition seriously and tries his best to be there for you and help you with whatever you need: a ride to the doctors? Everyone get ready and buckle up! Cuz here we go (jay reference)

Shadow might be brooding but that doesn't mean he won't care for you and your health, he's like that with everyone even if he doesn't show it. His trauma of losing others has made him scared to feel that again so he becomes somewhat overbearing when it comes to your health concerns

He'll act like a mother and make sure you always have your insulin and drink tea without any sweeteners, this can obviously sometimes become too much to handle when he berates you for having high blood sugar or something else

The best way to get rid of that is sitting down and talk, listing a few reasons on why you need that overprotective kind of style to stop

Babes I know most of y'all throw an insult and can't make counter arguments but please learn to do that cuz it's a life long skill you'll need trust me

And you'll also need it here to be able to make him see how you don't like this overbearing behavior and nitpicking

If you do win the argument he'll try his best to tone it down, but that doesn't mean he won't stop helping you deal with it all. He's still too afraid you'll leave him one day or croak

Sometimes he just sits on his bed, thinking about you, it makes him nervous knowing you're dealing with something so horrid. We all know Shadow is more of a homebody so he tries to make dates indoors like a candle lit dinner, movie nights, plain cuddling and more!

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Relationship !!

Shadow is very stubborn as we know (ahem idw) but he's still loving and listens to you/your ideas, he's already figured out what it means to lose people and he doesn't want to make the mistake of underappreciating someone again

He still sometimes has some nightmares of losing the ones he loves, including you, which makes him sometimes sleep on the couch as to not disturb your sleep. His nightmares usually consist of some places like the ark (did I say that right idk I blame the German dub) and his time there, when he does have nightmares he's in a vulnerable position, which he does not like at all, it'd best to console him at that time and hold him close while reassuring him you won't ever leave him

He tries his best to complete missions or outings as fast as possible so he can get back to you and do something together, even if it's just cooking a meal

His favorite things to do with you is definitely starting a new show, some of his favorite genres are definitely those crime involved action shows like 9-1-1 or something similar

His pet names for you are: my darling, love, precious, treasure and more stuff that makes you feel like royalty

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Hard Work Pays Off

Pairing: Officer!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: All Dean does is work to make the streets safer for you and his little girl. Due to his efforts, his talents and dedication are recognized by the Deputy Commissioner, and he’s rewarded in the best way.

Square Filled: laughter is the best medicine for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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The night is quiet, giving you a perfect setting to read your book. The fire is going in the fireplace, you have a tall glass of wine, and your three-year-old baby girl is down for the night. There is only one thing missing, but you’ll take the win. You’ve just finished the chapter when the front door opens and closes. Heavy books are kicked off tired feet, and keys are hung on the hook by the door.

You look up and see your husband walk into the living room.

“Hi, honey. How was work?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He walks over to you and drops down on the couch, plopping his head in your lap. Looks like you’re done reading for the night. You put in your bookmark and set the book off to the side so you can give your husband your undivided attention. Your wine is in your left hand so you use your right to run your fingers through his hair. He lets out a relieved sigh at the feeling of your nails on his scalp.

“That bad, huh?”

“It’s not so much as bad as it is frustrating. My boss is cracking down on all of us. The arrest numbers are shit right now, so he’s trying his best to get them back up. I arrested this one guy yesterday on a drug charge. I had it in the bag. Until some idiot mislabeled the evidence. Now the guy I arrested, guilty on all charges, is able to walk. Technically.”

“I wish I could help you,” you mutter.

“You are.” He closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch. “Just keep doing that.” You continue to rake your fingers through his hair, making sure to lightly run your nails against his scalp. “Tell me about your day.”

“Well, after I took Sabrina to my sister’s, I did some intense grocery shopping. I returned the last of the presents that didn’t fit or weren't liked. I also took down some of the Christmas decorations, but I wanted to save the tree just for you.”

Dean chuckles and looks at the lit-up Christmas they still have yet to take down.

“I’ll do it this weekend.”

You lean down and kiss his nose. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’ll be able to help you relax more up there.”

Dean grins like a horny teenager and hops off the couch eagerly. He scoops you into his arms and takes you to your bedroom, your giggles disappearing behind the closed door. Just your laughter is enough to bring his spirits up, but you have something special planned for him tonight.

Thanks to you and a good night’s rest, Dean walks into work the next morning with a calm exterior. Yes, he’s still pissed at the evidence guy but he’s not as pissed as he was yesterday. The guy he arrested will slip up again, and this time, he won’t let him get away.

“Winchester!” Captain Stratford pops his head out of his office. “A word.”

Dean sets his coffee on his desk before walking into his boss’ office. “Yes, Captain?”

“Have a seat.” Dean doesn't show how nervous he is. Captain Stratford fired someone two days ago because he had the lowest amount of arrests on his record. Sure, it was justified, but Dean is still nervous nonetheless. “I suspect congratulations are in order for the task force that you managed. You got a major drug lord off the street. I am very impressed with the way you handled things.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Deputy Commissioner Goodfield is going to call you with the good news, but I’d like to be the first to say that on Saturday, you’ll be offered a metal for your services. This was a major win for this department, and we’re all going to make it known that it’s you who they should thank.”

Dean is floored by the news. He can’t believe what he’s hearing. The Deputy Commissioner doesn't give out medals all willy-nilly. Whoever gets them has worked their ass off for them, and here Dean is about to get one.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Not only did you get Stefano Rizzo off the streets, but you managed twenty officers underneath you for the task force. That’s no easy feat. You deserve this reward.”

Dean stands along with the Captain, and he shakes his hand vigorously.

“Thank you, sir. It’s an honor to even be thought of.”

Dean practically skips out of the Captain’s office and back to his desk. The first person he calls is you because you’re the only one in his life who has supported him through thick and thin. He remembers when he was first starting off as a police officer. He got stuck doing beat work and was talked down to a lot. His old precinct was a bad place to work, but he stuck to his guns and kept his head high. If it weren't for your encouraging words, he never would have been able to leave that place.

Now he’s earning a medal for his efforts.

“Hey, baby, what’s up?” you answer.

“You’ll never guess what just happened. Captain Stratford just told me that the Deputy Commissioner is giving me a medal for getting Stefano off the streets. He was impressed with the way I handled the task force. I’m getting a medal, sweetheart.”

“Oh, my God! I’m so happy for you! Kristy! Dean is getting a medal!” you yell to your sister. “I knew your hard work would pay off. I’m so proud of you. When is the ceremony?”

“This weekend. I don’t know the details yet, but I’m sure Deputy Commissioner Goodfield will fill me in.”

“How about I ask Kristy if she can watch Sabrina for the night so I can congratulate you properly tonight.”

“You and your dirty mind,” Dean laughs, “but yes. I’m all for that.”

“I gotta go. It’s arts and crafts day. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The second Dean hangs up, he becomes nervous. Sure, he did a good job with the task force, but he was just doing his job. He was doing what all the other officers would do in his shoes. Sure, he has a natural leading quality about him, but he doesn't think he did anything special to deserve this reward.

For the rest of the week, all Dean could think about was the ceremony. Now that it’s here, he doesn’t know if he can go through with it. His entire precinct is in the audience along with some important people from Congress. He is sitting on stage while the Deputy Commissioner is speaking to the audience, and he peeks around the podium to see his brother, you, and his baby girl, Sabrina, in the front row.

You lock eyes with him and wink, mouthing “I love you” to him. He immediately relaxes and his head becomes clear. You do that to him. You make him feel better about everything.

“Now, enough talking from me,” Deputy Commissioner Goodfield says. “I want you to welcome someone of great value. Someone who stepped into the role of being a leader and ran with it. Someone who has repeatedly shown that in the face of diversity, danger, and conflict, every problem can be solved with a clear head and strong decision. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to present this award to our very own, Office Dean Winchester of the 99.”

“I’m so proud of him,” you squeal to Sam as you clap.

“Me, too. He deserves this.”

Dean stands and walks across the stage in confidence. Sabrina wiggles out of your grasp and starts running on little legs toward the railing right before the stage.

“Daddy!” she squeals.

The entire audience “awhs” at hearing her little voice, and Dean smiles tenfold when he does. He accepts the award and stands next to the Deputy Commissioner for a picture by a local reporter.

“Daddy!” Sabrina says again, waving at him.

He waves at her as he walks over to his Captain, and he shakes his hand.

“I’m proud of you, Winchester.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Dean steps off the stage, and Sabrina runs over to him with her arms outstretched. He scoops her into his arms and peppers kisses on her cheek. You and Sam get up and walk over to him, and he leans in to kiss you on the lips.

“Congrats, dude,” Sam smiles and slaps his shoulder.

“Congratulations, my love,” you whisper.

He kisses you once more, his head full of clarity. You and why he does what he does. Sabrina is why he does what he does. He will do anything to make this world just a bit safer for the two loves of his life.

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[secret-moonstruck]

UNDER THE SPELL OF THE MOON | ENHYPEN ??

Weekly challenge: secret-moonstruck x callmemonster68

— Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: Only one victim, only one heart was needed for Y/N to invoke her powers through the moon. But seven could be much more appetizing.

— Genre: smut, gore.

— Words: 5.512.

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation, injuries, slaps, pet play, submission, blood, gore, death, murder.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Y/N's golden eyes sparkled as she watched from the top of the building the group of friends leaving a restaurant. Her pointy, red nails drummed on the floor beside her as a smile covered her lips.

Normally she would just wait for the night of the full moon to arrive, then choose a pure and innocent victim with a kind soul, take her to her home where she would devour his heart, intensifying his powers and extending his immortality.

But she still had time, so she spent the whole night observing this group of friends, they were as close as brothers, there was a connection between them that Y/N could feel even from a distance. They were the type of people who would do anything for each other, a connection probably created over many years since they were children. A connection that Y/N would love to ruin, a connection that would certainly leave their sweet little hearts in pieces when broken, making them even tastier, and giving Y/N much more power. She decided to have some fun for the next few days before performing the ritual.

Y/N waited for them to separate and he chose your victim.

Sunghoon was alone, the empty and silent street now wet from the sudden rain, it was then that he heard the sound of crying in the distance in an alley. He followed the sound and as he turned the corner he saw the girl lying on the ground, injured, crying, her clothes soaked and dirty.

- Oh my god, what happened to you? - He asked worriedly, approaching the girl, trying to lift her.

- I was attacked, a strange creature, I managed to escape but I couldn't go any further. - She said desperately through tears.

- Come, I'll help you.  - He lifted her onto his lap, as she didn't seem able to walk at the moment.

Not knowing what to do, Sunghoon took the girl to his apartment.

- Thank you for helping me. My name is Y/N. - She said as she left the bathroom, now clean, dry and wearing Sunghoon's clothes. 

- Imagine, it was nothing. Are you better? - He asked approaching her. - I'm Sunghoon.

- Yes, I am, thank you very much. - She replied, but she was holding her arm covering something.

Sunghoon noticed this and took her hand away noticing a wound, he turned her around and noticed that the wound went to her back.

- You're not well. - He said scolding her. - Come on, let's take care of this.

He made her sit on the couch with her back facing him while he tended to the wound, but the wound was covered by the shirt she was wearing.

- Y/N... I'm sorry but I can't take care of that part.

- Okay. Just a minute. - Y/N replied, adjusting herself.

Sunghoon was shocked, she simply took off her shirt and held it against her chest. Your back completely exposed to him. 

Not knowing how to react he started to tend to the wound, he didn't know what to think, how could she do that if she didn't even know him. What if he was someone bad and attacked her?

Sunghoon's long fingers slowly touched Y/N's bare back, he had already finished treating the wound but without realizing it he began to caress her soft skin, causing goosebumps.

- Sunghoon… - Y/N moaned his name, almost inaudible, but he heard her. 

He continued to caress her, his hands passing through her arms as he approached her body, he seemed in a trance, she automatically tilted her neck, leaving it exposed to him, who slowly distributed kisses.

Sunghoon didn't know what was happening, he never acted like this on impulse, with a stranger, but something about her was enchanting him. He couldn't think, his body just acted on instinct. He turned her towards him and kissed her, an intense kiss and even though it was soft it was covered in flames. Both being set on fire as he pulled her onto his lap, stripping her of her clothes, Y/N's eager hands doing the same to him. I wish them consuming in an explosion of pleasure, a night he was sure he would never forget.

The next morning, when Sunghoon woke up Y/N was missing, she left a note.

“I'm sorry about yesterday, I hope you don't think wrong about me, I'm not that kind of person, something about you weakened me, I acted without thinking. I'm sorry."

Sunghoon felt that the note had a sweet aroma, and as he reread the note he felt a burning sensation in his chest, when he looked at what it was he saw a strange mark, it looked like some kind of writing marking in red, but he couldn't identify it, his chest burned again and the mark disappeared.

Jay didn't like going to parties but it was his friend's birthday so he agreed to go. He just stood there among his friends drinking while watching the dance floor. He was bored, he wanted to get away from there, it was noisy, crowded, hot, uncomfortable, he just wanted to be in the comfort of his home.

He was about to say goodbye to his friends when he saw her. He couldn't help but smile at how lost the girl looked, her innocent eyes looking around looking scared of the crowd. She was beautiful, she didn't have the look of someone who was there to have sex with anyone, she had an appearance with a subtle and natural sensuality, contrasting with her innocent look. Jay felt sorry for her and decided to see if she needed help.

- Sorry to approach you like this, but do you need help? Are you looking for someone?

- Ooooh, my friends disappeared, I don't know if they left, I don't even know how I'm going to get home, I don't even know where this place is. - She seemed worried.

- Hmmm, well, if you accept trusting a stranger. I can take it. - He offered it to her. - My name is Jay.

- Serious? Will you help me? Thanks Jay. - She jumped excitedly. – Me I call Y/N. Thank you very much indeed.

As they approached the car, Jay noticed that Y/N stopped walking.

- I'm sorry, Jay.  - Y/N said between tears. - I lied, my friends didn't leave me alone. They saw that I was interested in you and let me see if I could get close to you. I'm sorry. You don't have to take me. I'm sorry, I'll call them.

He stopped for a moment, watching her as he thought. He normally wouldn't go out with a stranger he met at a random party. But something about her attracted him, he felt something pulling him towards that girl, who had a balance of innocence and sensuality. He saw her face in tears and wanted to protect her from anything that made her cry, but it also made him want to.

- Don't be sorry Y/N, I'm not mad or anything. - He said caressing her face. - You wanted my attention and you got it.

Jay held her face between his big hands and kissed her. It started out as something soft and gentle, but little by little he felt himself burning up for her. He pulled her closer, his hands going down to her exposed legs, he was about to lift her up when he remembered they were in a public parking lot. He wouldn't do that to her there.

- Y/N if you really want to go through with this, we can go to my apartment. - He said to the girl who just nodded, her face red and anxious.

When they arrived at Jay's apartment, they barely made it through the door before he kissed her again, a trail of clothes everywhere they went. His body burned against hers, their bodies seemed to recognize each other as they moved in sync, while sighs mixed throughout the room.

Jay woke up in the middle of the night with Y/N ​​still lying on his chest as he felt his chest burning, he watched as a strange mark appeared over it, the strange letters disappearing as quickly as they appeared. He thought it was some dream so he just ignored it.

Sunoo was walking back to her apartment when he saw her hunched over, huddled in front of the apartment next door, she looked frustrated.

- Hello, did something happen? - He asked the girl gently.

- Oooh, I moved away little by little to this apartment…but I'm so stupid that I forgot my password. - She replied making a face.

Sunoo laughed, she looked cute, but he noticed how she was wearing a short white dress, which didn't make sense since it was really cold.

- How about we do it like this? You can come in and warm up a bit while you try to remember your password. - He offered, worried that she would freeze there. - Could it be?

- Would you do that? Aaaah thank you so much, I was afraid I was going to freeze to death…my brain apparently already froze. - She joked.

While she was trying to remember her password, Sunoo made them hot chocolate. Neither of them noticed the hours passing as they chatted animatedly, Y/N for a moment forgot why she was there, she really was comfortable with his sweetness. But as easily as she forgot, she remembered why she was there, she had no time to waste. Maintaining her awkward posture, she spilled her hot chocolate on him.

- Oh no, I'm sorry Sunoo. - She desperately tried to help him. - This is so hot, did you burn yourself?

- No, it's okay.  - He smiled calming her before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. - There's no need to worry Y/N, it's okay.

- Here, let me help you. - She said following him.

She tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt pulling it up helping him take it off.

- Are you sure you didn't burn yourself? - She asked, while innocently pulling his shirt to see if his body wasn't burned.

He felt like he had caught her belly but he didn't want to make her feel guilty so he lied, that it hadn't burned as he pulled his shirt back but she could still see it.

- Chocolate burn can get ugly, we need to take care of it. - She scolded him.

She asked where there were things to take care of the burn, he said he had them in his room and she dragged him there making him show her where it was.

Y/N made him sit on the bed after he handed over the box with the necessary things. She tried to take care of the wound by lifting his shirt just a little, but it kept getting in the way so she made him take it off. Sunoo felt embarrassed but obeyed her.

As Y/N's gentle fingers tended to the burn he tried to ignore the shivers on his body. She blew gently after applying the ointment, making him even more tense.

- You are very beautiful Sunoo. - Y/N said softly, looking into his eyes, her fingers gently running over his skin.

- I… yeah… Thank you… I guess… - He was very nervous. - Have you finished?

- Not yet. - Y/N replied, bringing her face closer to his.

Sunoo tried to pull away but his body wouldn't allow it, he wanted this, something about her paralyzed him, he couldn't help but yearn for this kiss. Giving up he gave in and kissed her, an unknown heat suddenly emerging shocking him. Without realizing it, he deepened the kiss, making it more intense, pulling her onto his lap, her hands glued to his bare chest, while she moved on his lap, rubbing herself, making him excited. 

- Stop Y/N, please, if it continues like this there is no going back. - He asked when breaking the kiss, his eyes still closed, avoiding looking at her, if he saw her he would give in again.

Y/N smiled, he was really trying hard, she could feel how his soul was so deliciously sweet, his heart too good, she wanted to devour him right there, but it wasn't the time yet.

- So there's no turning back, because I want you Sunoo. - She whispered before kissing him again.

Sunoo threw away the last bit of control, desire consuming him. The desire to possess her was too strong, he had never felt anything like it. He lost consciousness, his clothes disappearing in seconds as their bodies became one.

He was immersed in pleasure when he felt the burning in his chest, different from when he burned himself earlier, he felt the letters being engraved under Y/N's touch, that pain causing more pleasure blinding him, he couldn't take it anymore.

The next day Sunoo was still trying to clear his mind, he looked at his chest in the mirror, looking for the mark, he was sure of what he saw and felt, but the mark wasn't there...Maybe he imagined it.

Heeseung passed in front of the flower shop and saw Y/N coming out carrying so many flowers that it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to go far as it covered her vision.

- Do you want help? - Heeseung offered politely.

- You are an angel, thank you very much.

Y/N explained that she needed to make a delivery but the delivery guy would take a while so she was going in person as it wasn't too far away. He offered to give her a ride.

During the way Heeseung felt discomfort, the smell of the flowers was making him dizzy, feverish, he didn't understand why. But everything got worse on the way back, and Y/N, realizing he insisted on waiting a while in his store, offered him a cold juice to try to get better.

Heeseung didn't understand what was happening, his body felt strange, and his mind became cloudy, his eyes followed Y/N as she walked around the store arranging flowers, organizing orders, he struggled to look away when she went up the stairs looking for something on the high shelves, her short skirt revealing too much, it was becoming unbearable for him, every minute there made him feel guilty for the thoughts that were starting to invade his mind.

- I better go. Thank you, I'm better now. - Heeseung dropped the glass and was about to leave when Y/N interrupted him.

- No, you're hot, you could get sick on the street. - Y/N was touching her feverish face. - Heeseung… maybe you are sensitive to aromas?

- What? Why? - What did that have to do with it? He didn't understand.

- Well, some aromas can be aphrodisiacs, especially for people who are sensitive to them.

- Can what? 

- Don't you know what it means? - Y/N's eyes were fixed on his as she inched closer and closer.

- I know. - Heeseung was nervous about the proximity, so he felt like he was trapped between Y/N and a table.

- So, I'm sorry, my flowers caused this to you...maybe to apologize, I can help you. 

Heeseung didn't try to run away or fight his desires, instead he pulled Y/N into a kiss, which burned as much as his body.

Fortunately they were almost at the back of the store, or anyone passing by would see what was happening there, Y/N leaning against the table while Heeseung possessed her body, his hands holding her hair pulling her closer to him, just so he could distribute kisses to her exposed neck.

His body burned so much as he moved against her that he barely cared as the letters glowed across his chest, burning into his skin.

Ni-Ki was arriving at the club when he saw Y/N trying to break free from a drunk guy, he didn't hesitate to hit the guy.

- Are you well? - Ni-Ki asked Y/N.

- Yes, thank you very much, that guy was disgusting.

They entered the club together, his friends were calling him, but he ignored them and went with Y/N ​​to the bar where they talked for a long time while drinking. Y/N showing her charms that perfectly fused between innocence and sensuality, attracting Ni-Ki's interest more and more, her smiles and looks expressing desire, not like someone who goes after anyone at the bar, but for him, just for him. Y/N getting closer and closer as the topic became less superfluous, becoming more intimate.

When Ni-Ki was sure she didn't show any signs of hesitation he kissed her, and at that moment her flame consumed him. When he felt how the situation was progressing he broke the kiss, no words were needed for both of them to know that they should take this to a more private place.

As the club had a private area, he asked for one of the rooms where friends normally held their exclusive parties, but Ni-Ki wanted to party only with Y/N ​​at that moment.

While Ni-Ki spoke to the waiter still at the door dismissing him after getting the drinks, Y/N sat down, not on one of the many sofas that surrounded the room, but on the table in the center. 

The music playing in the back of the room, while she told him to go to one of the sofas. Y/N climbed onto the table on her knees and hands and smiled at him before getting up on the table, Ni-Ki was in awe of the woman in front of her as she danced sensually, the pieces of clothing leaving her body following her movements, her hands running over her own naked body, she went down on the table again going to him. Y/N sat on Ni-Ki moving on his lap as she removed his clothes. Before long the room became noisy, the music mixing with the obscene sounds of their bodies and their moans. Ni-ki's name was heard repeatedly in that room as he lost more and more control, not knowing how many times one brought extreme pleasure to the other.

Ni-Ki had his face between Y/N's legs, her hair being pulled as she begged for him, that's when he felt the mark burning his chest, he was so focused on taking Y/N to the limit that he ignored the burning caused by the words that soon disappeared.

The clothing store seemed almost empty, there were There were few people there, Jungwon was going to the fitting room to try on the clothes he was interested in, when he heard someone asking for help in one of the booths, he thought it was strange but didn't ignore it.

- Hello, is everything okay? - He asked politely.

- Oh finally, please, can you help me? - A female voice asked politely. 

- I'm going to call a saleswoman, just a minute. 

- No need, you can help me.

Hesitantly he opened the door, Y/N couldn't unzip the dress she was trying on, she asked him to help her, when he entered the cabin she closed the door.

Jungwon's hands shook as he opened the dress, but his entire body froze in the next moment, instead of holding the dress, Y/N let it slide down her body and fall at her feet.

- I'm very sorry. - Jungwon she tried to leave the dressing room after several seconds in which he unknowingly admired Y/N's body.

- Wait. - Y/N's hands stopping him. - Why were you so nervous? You're not getting turned on by a stranger you met minutes ago in a store fitting room, are you?

- I...don't...just...I better go. - He he tried to leave again, but Y/N placed herself between him and the door, her body very close to his.

- If I were you, I wouldn't go out like this...it could be complicated. - Her eyes pointing towards his pants, which were obviously much tighter.

- I can help you. - Y/N's sweet whisper hypnotizing him, unconsciously he agreed. - By the way, I'm Y/N, you better know my name at least.

- Jungwon...my name is Jungwon. - The answer was low.

Y/N's hands descending down his body to the zipper of his pants.

Jungwon's head was leaning against the wall of the dressing room, his mouth almost bleeding as he tried to avoid moaning for fear of someone hearing, while Y/N was on her knees in front of him, that was great but the image of her half naked in front of him kept repeating in his mind.

- Please Y/N, I want…. I want…

- No need to ask. I want you inside me too.

They were both sure that anyone in the store would know what was going on there. But they didn't care, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure they were feeling. The eyes of Jungwon fixos in the mirror watching in amazement as he disappeared inside Y/N, and so he saw perfectly when the mark was burned into his chest and disappeared, but he didn't have time to think about it, his attention was only on Y/N. 

Jake was with his friends at a restaurant, he saw the girl alone drunk with her head lying on the table, he approached to check on her. Y/N was very drunk, he tried his best to find out her address to send her home in a taxi, but he didn't get an answer, he was worried about leaving her there so even though he was afraid he thought the best option was to take her with him, as he noticed some men looking at her strangely.

He was afraid that she would be scared to wake up if she saw him there, so he thought of leaving her sleeping in the living room next to a note explaining why she was there. But the moment he went to release the note, Y/N's eyes opened, meeting his, he was the one who got scared, she just smiled.

- Thanks. - She said as she sat down, she looked at the note. - You are very kind. What is your name?

-Jake.  - His name came out shaky with nervousness.

- Oh, Jake, a beautiful name. My name is Y/N. - A sweet smile on your face as you adjusted yourself on the sofa, giving him space to sit. - Aren't you afraid of bringing a stranger into your house?

- No, I was afraid that you would feel scared when you woke up in a stranger's house.

- I understand, but no. I can see perfectly well that you would not harm me. I know you've already done a lot for me, but... would you mind if I stayed the night? I got into a fight with my roommate, I really didn't want to go back today.

- Of course, it's okay. - Jake was very kind.

- Aaaah, thank you very much. - She excitedly hugged him, making him blush.

Jake noticed how uncomfortable she was wearing clothes, so he offered her a change of clothes and let her take a shower before bed. But the moment Y/N got out of the shower, he regretted his kindness, she was only wearing her shirt, leaving her legs exposed, the shirt might be big, but not big enough, he couldn't help but look at her body.

- You may be kind, but you're not innocent Jake. - Y/N's tone of voice and smile changing as she approached him. - You're not thinking about attacking the innocent girl you protected from the bad guys at the restaurant, are you?

He realized late that he was cornered, she was too close, his breathing was heavy as her hands roamed his body.

- I'm just kidding, you don't have to worry, I assure you that no matter what you do to me, it's nothing I don't would want. - She pulled him, their lips almost touching. - Do whatever you want with me Jake.

That's exactly what he did, now she was the one with her back pressed against the wall as he lifted her onto his lap. His entire body burning under the spell of her lips, he took her to his bedroom where he was consumed and blinded by desire, his body moving for more as Y/N rode him, his hands firmly on her waist controlling her movements, pressing her body against his as he filled her insides as they both climaxed.

Jake's eyes were closed as his breathing returned to normal, when he felt the letters burning into his chest, he groaned in pain, but when he opened his eyes the mark was gone.

The days that followed Y/N was all that existed on their minds, the small spell she cast was enough for them to become obsessed with her.

That night the full moon shone brightly under the ruins of the great hall in the middle of the forest, a place that was probably a great castle many years ago.

Y/n was sitting on a large stone table swinging her legs excitedly as she looked at the moon, her golden eyes shining brightly as she felt most alive, full moon nights were when her powers were at their peak. 

- The day has finally arrived. - The smile on his face would scare anyone who saw it.

Facing the moon Y/N began her spell as the dagger in her hands made her arm bleed. Blood dripping onto the floor over letters identical to the ones that were marked on his seven victims, one of his eyes changed color now glowing a beautiful shade of pink.

One by one One of the men she marked felt a sharp pain in her chest and her marks appeared, along with a vision.

“Y/N was trapped in the great forest hall, injured while the others were around her torturing her.”

They fell into despair when they saw her there, and worse seeing their beloved friends hurting the woman who hadn't left their minds for a second since they met her. Without hesitation they headed to the place where Y/N was waiting for them. 

She had never bewitched and manipulated the minds of seven people at once, but it was easy and she was ecstatic, spinning and laughing around the abandoned hall as she felt their desperation to save her. Meticulously leaving objects that would serve as weapons for them.

Jake was the first to arrive, he saw Y/N passed out in the middle of the room and ran to help her, but before he reached her Jay arrived, both having hallucinations, seeing the other threaten and hurt Y/N, they immediately started fighting.

One by one they arrived in the large hall and joined the fight, Y/N had fun watching them while they were still hallucinating seeing her defenseless and injured. 

It was absurdly charming to see the best friends fighting each other, but the climax was when the deaths started.

Y/N's eyes were shining brighter and brighter when she saw Jake take a knife and stab Heeseung in the stomach several times. But Jake didn't live much longer, as almost at the same time he began to suffocate when Sunghoon tied a rope around his neck, killing him almost immediately.

Y/N laughed sadistically as she watched them, she ran to Heeseung's fallen body, ripping out his heart before doing the same to Jake, she returned to the large table she was sitting on top of, and devoured their hearts as the fight continued, her legs swinging excitedly, her eyes turning dark red.

Jay and Sunoo were fighting, but a dagger flashed before Sunoo's eyes and he killed Jay immediately, Sunghoon who was coming angrily at him didn't see the dagger in his hand when he attacked him, he only noticed it when it was stuck in his chest.

While Jungwon's hands squeezed Ni-Ki's throat, choking him, the boy was almost losing consciousness when the blade in Sunoo's hands cut Jungwon's throat.

Y/N was distracted devouring the hearts from the bodies of others and almost didn't see when Ni-Ki fought with Sunoo and took the dagger he was wielding and went through Sunoo's chest, his body collapsed to the ground.

- Run away Y/N, they are not them anymore, Ni-Ki is still alive, you must run away, he will hurt her. - He said, seeing Y/N approaching him, he was dying, blood was already coming out of her lips. - I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you.

- My poor boy, the sweetest, so pure and naive. - Y/N's fingers caressed his face, comforting him. - Don't worry, Ni-Ki can't hurt me. You were good, don't worry. Thank you for fighting for me, my dear. A waste for you to die like this, you would be perfect serving me. But know that your sweet heart will always be with me.

Holding his face as blood ran down his lips, his life hanging by a thread, Y/N kissed him sweetly.

- Goodbye my dear Sunoo. - Y/N said as her hand crossed his chest, ripping out his heart.

Y/N stood up leaving Sunoo's bloody and lifeless body on the floor, his heart in her hands, she devoured it as she approached Ni-Ki.

Y/N's glowing red eyes found Ni-Ki. She expected to see panic in his eyes, by now he must have woken up and realized what he had done, his heart was probably filled with fear.

Y/N's fingers tracing Ni-Ki's face, the tip of her nail lifting her chin to look him in the eyes. While the other hand touched his chest, feeling his heart racing. She smiled thinking about how his eager heart would soon be hers.

But the smile suddenly disappeared as he studied his gaze, he wasn't panicked or sad or anything. On the contrary, a smile appeared on his face and his hand held Y/N's hand against his chest.

- You feel no remorse, no fear. - Y/N said smiling, a proud and devilish smile, her eyes getting darker and darker. - You took pleasure in killing them.

- They lusted after you, I would never allow any of them to have you Y/N. You are mine.

Y/N laughed loudly, this pathetic human thought she could be HIS?

- You are more naive than you think, do you really think that I will be yours? You are just a weak human, you could have killed your friends, those who protected you so much and loved and cared for you. You have a horrible soul. But all you could offer me was your heart, but not even that serves me anymore, your heart is cruel and dirty, it is useless to me. But I'll be good and kill him, it wouldn't be fair to the others to leave him alive.

Ni-Ki pulled Y/N by the waist, placing their bodies together, their lips almost touching.

- Are you really going to kill me?  - He whispered against her lips, she smiled, evaluating him.

- You know Ni-Ki, you're right, it would be a waste, your human soul has already become so dark and your heart so dirty that I imagine how deliciously terrible you would be if you transformed.

Y/N closed the distance between them by kissing Ni-Ki fiercely, but the kiss didn't last long, she soon pulled away smiling, snatched the dagger from his hands and made a cut again on his arm, then handed it to Ni-KI while his blood flowed.

- Drink, become mine for eternity. - Y/N's eyes were now completely black covered by their darkness while her smile became more and more devilish.

Without hesitation, Ni-Ki took Y/N's arm and drank her blood, at the same moment he felt an agonizing pain throughout his body.

- Did you deceive me? I'm dying.  - He moaned of longing, fallen on the floor.

- Not mine darling, only your soul is dying. - Y/N bent down in front of him, stroking his hair. - You, my love, are just reborn, being reborn for your mine.

The pain was unbearable, his heart felt like it was on fire, his entire body ached as if hundreds of blades were running through his veins. He screamed in agony, then silence took over the place.

When Y/N held Ni-Ki's face and lifted it up, his eyes were black like hers, there was only emptiness and darkness in them. black marks spread across his face.

- So beautiful, now you belong to me. My devilish boy.

There was no more pain, there was nothing left for him to feel, just desire, he wanted Y/N, and now he would have her.

With a quick movement that surprised Y/N, Ni-ki stood up, lifting her onto his lap before kissing her, a kiss full of desire and flames, there was only her in his mind, he longed for her, the real her, not the Y/N who seduced him that day, but the demonic Y/N that was in his arms covered in blood, the demonic Y/N that made him kill the only people that mattered in his life.

Next challenge: Freedom

[vonbabbitt]

My Final Statement on Discord Drama (Why I'm Not a Mean & Evil For Turning Away Discord Asks)

hello jason. we are going to discuss this one final time and then never again.

from now on, i will be giving zero attention whatsoever to discord drama asks. i will not be posting about them or replying to them in any way. since people are sending me asks now acknowledging that they arent supposed to be sending me discord drama asks but are doing it anyway, i want to make a statement on this explaining myself so people dont just think im being mean and avoiding responsibility for moderating my discord server. please hear me out on my reasoning.

this is my personal blog! this is the first thing i always say when this comes up so lets keep it that way! this is my personal blog, regardless of how much tetro content i engage with here. when im on my personal blog enjoying personal time, i dont want to be dealing with work. you can call that me avoiding responsibility, but i dont think its unreasonable to want time to myself outside of work where i dont have to deal with the tetro discord server. this is exactly why we have a ticket system!

we have a ticket system! the server has a ticket system. this is THE ONLY PLACE to report discord server drama, because this is the only place the whole moderation team can access your complaint! there is no reason that i specifically have to be the one to review your complaint and not a different moderator. we have a moderation team for a reason. you do not know me, i do not know you, and there is no reason you need to bring your complaint to me PERSONALLY. if you think there is, and theres a specific reason it needs to be ME who answers your complaint, there is a solution: ask for me specifically when you open your ticket!

if you go outside of the ticket system, we cannot discuss anything with you. im not having a conversation about moderation on my public blog where everyone can see it, especially if youre naming specific people in your complaint. its unprofessional and invasive. if you go through the ticket system, we can talk! i can let you know what came of your complaint and what we're doing as a team to help. the ask i got this morning was complaining about an issue that has already been discussed with the parties involved, which they would know if they had gone through the ticket system instead of my ask box.

i encourage you to try just communicating with each other. ive received so many complaints in my ask box from people who i know for a fact have made no attempt to discuss their issue with the parties involved. i know im a kindergarten teacher, but we are not toddlers! in fact, even in my kindergarten class, when my kids come up to me and tell me another kid is doing something they dont like, i tell them to tell the other kid they dont like it! and this is the same advice i will give to you! talk your issue out with the parties involved! "but von babbitt, im afraid of confrontation." im sorry to hear that, but im not such a fan of confrontation myself! this is why ive got a moderation team and a ticket system! and when i have to do my job, i do it anyway. with all due bluntness: i think its inconsiderate and irresponsible to come running to my personal ask box and demand i fight your battles for you without making any attempt to do anything on your own, including any attempt to use the server ticket system, which we have set up for the exact purpose of solving your problems for you.

im allowed to just say no! the main issue is the fact that ive already asked people to stop and theyre still doing it anyway. i said no, and that means stop. its a very very very very simple ask. stop sending me discord drama asks. ive asked you to stop. if you know it makes me upset, and you choose to do it anyway while acknowledging it makes me upset, why would i want to help you??? why would i feel inclined to break server rules and go out of my way for you??? youre being purposefully rude and inconsiderate towards me.

i hope this helps to clarify my stance a bit. im sorry if this comes off as harsh but im really really sick of this and id really like it to stop. ive put every measure in place to allow people to easily report things without coming to my personal blog. thank you for giving me the time of day and i hope this is at least something people will keep in mind

[fauxpontchartrain]

Do you have any tips for becoming not suicidal 👉👈

Consider this: you only get one chance at this bitch of a life, and out of all of the years that our universe has existed, that our galaxy has evolved, that our planet has formed, and our species as humans came to be — we really only have, on average, 70 or so of those years to see what life has to offer. And because life is a bitch like that, you could get hit by a truck tomorrow morning by pure chance. Whether life is shit or not, we still only get to experience it once and then you’re done for. You’ll never know if life will start to get better, because you stopped yourself from being able to find out for yourself, just like I almost did.

And if you kill yourself now, will you be able to say that you left something — anything — behind for the people who will come and go on this earth long after you do? Have you made your own music? Written your own book? Made your own art? Or hell, even just perfected an apple pie recipe to share online with others, who will then share it with people THEY know if they like it a lot, and then it’ll likely circle around households all across the world and maybe even for generations if someone likes your recipe so much that they pass it down to their own kids? Have you done anything at all to see to it that once you DO flatline, people will have something to remember that you once existed and left something behind for others to enjoy, or even just acknowledge that you once existed on this same earth as they will someday?

If not, then consider picking up a hobby or two or just doing something that you find any slight passion in. And then keep doing it until you find that doing it brings you some kind of joy. And then, maybe making or doing that thing will make you want to keep living just a little longer. And then you’ll be more inclined to find other things that bring you joy, and slowly but surely you’ll find that life is worth living again. And while you shouldn’t feel guilty if you ever do feel like giving up again (it happens, i was suicidal just last night), then don’t beat yourself up over it. You’ll be okay, and I mean that. If I can say that you’ll be okay, then bitch, you’ll be okay!!!

Otherwise, feel free to come off anon and message me if you want a friend or just to talk. That also helps take your mind off of suicidal ideation and stuff. Or, if you’re not comfortable with that for whatever reason, you can still message me on anon or whatever works for you if you’re inclined!

[kamiana-ruzha]

«Buckle up»

F/M, Mature, Optimus Prime/reader, human/mech, in second person, nsfw, mentioned valveplug, apology sex, bondage, slight dom/sub, vulnerable and soft Optimus Huge thanks to @ratratghost for commissioning me!

Optimus was a protective mech – that was a well-known fact. The fact that he was, to a certain degree, vengeful to those who hurt ones closest to him was only suspected by some. However, only the selected few were aware that he ruthlessly ate himself up if he was unable to protect the ones he loved. Ratchet, certainly, Ultra Magnus and Ironhide — highly likely, perhaps Bee, but, of course, you. Once, you even witnessed him cry and spent a long time consoling him.

Sometimes, however, Optimus had to be practically reminded of just how much harm he himself could bring. With you that reminder, unfortunately, came rather often. Mostly, in image of bruises — small, the size of the tips of his digits, and bigger — or tiny burns, all over your body. That was the reason why he held you so delicately and always made sure to keep his metal cool.

This time, however, was much more severe: his seatbelts didn't work. Well, almost. He tightened them manually, which bought him enough time to pull over and pass you, pale and frozen in shock and fear, over to his allies before the assaulting Decepticon had an opportunity to hurt you. And as soon as Optimus was back on the base, he had Ratchet fix "those damn belts". Prime rarely swore, but those were, indeed, the words that he used, so emotional he was.

He simply got anxious. Although, terrified would be a more suitable word. His optics were wider, more focused, a brighter shade of blue. Nonetheless, he was reminded just how delicate you are. And he had to make up for his recklessness.

Prime was rather meticulous when tying you up. That was the kind of things he'd take his time to do, liked to take said time.

His moves were leisurely as he slowly, tad playfully undressed you and wrapped the thick belts – polyester-like in the texture, look and feeling, but actually made of his metal, – around your torso and limbs. The knots and the construction of the binding itself were way better than those of his last attempt. Not too tight, but not too loose either – just enough to make you stay on the spot. And keep you excited, of course.

You couldn't help but giggle, imagining what Ratchet's expression might have been when Prime asked to take his removed belts back.

He nuzzled your shin, making you shiver a bit as the conductive electricity from his frame jolted through your flesh. He massaged your muscles, checking for pulse — it was still there, meaning that he didn't cut the blood flow completely, merely slowed it down enough to make your legs and arms tingle and go slightly cold and numb.

"Feels good?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarser than usual — betraying his excitement.

It felt good, really good. Almost cozy, though twinges of excitement You actually loved buckling up in his cabin, when he was in his truck form. It was as if he was hugging you despite being in his vehicle form.

"It's rather comfortable," you mused, checking out the tightness of the bindings. Optimus tied your arms behind your back, and your ankles were tethered to your thighs. A rather simple construction, but an effective one.

The nighty breeze from the open window lapped at your skin. You felt a bit exposed, tied up and put on a comfy beanbag, but you trusted Optimus and knew you're safe with him.

Optimus smiled and kissed your knee. "Good," he hummed into your skin.

After pressing a few more kisses there, Prime nuzzled your thigh and stayed there for a moment before pulling away and resetting his vocaliser with that soft whir you grew fond of.

Optimus straightened his back, still on his knees in front of you, servos caressing your bare legs. There it was, one of those tiny "speeches" he gave before every thought-through session. You always were shivering in anticipation and excitement listening to those.

"I want today to be all about you—" you opened your mouth to protest, but he silenced you with a firmer, sterner, but still loving, gaze— "Let me finish, darling." He sighed, soft and almost upset—upset with himself.

Prime looked out the window, into the dark, glittery night, before looking back into your eyes, staring almost deep enough to reach your soul with that determined, solemn but loving gaze of his. Your heart jumped, pulsing with immense affection.

"I almost failed to protect you today. And I would have, if things were a little different. I know you got scared—me too." he spoke in an emotional, passionate voice--," And I have to make it up to you. My stupidity and carelessness nearly got you killed. I will do better. But, please," his voice broke, "please let me make it up to you and punish myself a bit in a way that won't hurt either of us. Which is completely focusing on you and not allowing pleasure for myself. Please?"

One of Optimus' biggest problems was his inability to process or simply recognise his emotions. Upon being chosen by the Matrix of Leadership, he had his emotions suppressed by that same artifact. Only as Autobots found themselves stranded on Earth, away from the influence of the Allspark — which had great influence on the Matrix's power, and, thus, the strength of its influence, — all suppressed emotions and feeling suddenly were very bright. And very confusing.

Guilt was Optimus' strongest emotion — he always ate himself up for even something as insignificant as one too many sips of energon. But he was making significant progress, with your help, your support. And, miraculously, this kind of sessions, ones where he was deliberately deprived of physical pleasure, helped.

So you nodded. Maybe, it made you selfish, but who are you to reject pleasure from your alien robot boyfriend?

He started slow, at first walking around to kneel behind you, a titanic, dominant but comforting presence just against your back. Prime traced your spine, all the way from the tailbone and to the back of your neck, with the tip of his nasal ridge, causing a shiver to run through you at the contact of his cold metal with your bare, and highly sensitive in that region, skin.

His servo ran all over your body, caressing your legs, your arms, tickling your belly, gently fondling your breasts, and giving you back a nice massage, trying to get out all the knots that appeared there because of him. You ached, biting back a groan of relief.

His lips… Oh, god, then there were his lips, sprinkling kisses all over your relaxed shoulders. Despite being metal and prone to either scratch you, or sent slight shocks, they were impossibly warm and tender. You would have never expected a mech so stern, outright gruff looking to be so light so careful in his touches, so…gentle. Right, that's the word, gentle. That word was all he was, all he was to you. To you, to his gorgeous, beautiful, sweet, lovable darling.

Prime was getting frustrated, maybe even hungry. That was quite obvious by the way he kissed and held you after walking back to face you. Impatience, desire, even greed in every tiny touch that fell upon your arms—that was good, very good. He finally allowed himself to feel those emotions and consciously showed them through wet, nipping, sucking kisses and just barely-there squeezes of his denta. That greed was transferring to you and you wanted more and more, of him, of his touch. It was hot, maybe a little dizzying: that contrast of his intake and vents that would all but burn your skin, immediately followed by his ice cold servos making up for the too-hot touch.

With the tip of his mercury coloured glossa he traced your throat, before nuzzling it, to feel your frantic, excited pulse. His deep, ocean-blue optics met yours when he finally was face-level with you again.

"May I have the privilege to kiss you, my dear?" He asked, with a soft purr of his engine accompanying every word. You rolled your eyes, amused by his verbosity.

If your hands were free you would have pulled him into a kiss without even answering his question. Though, you still pulled him in—just with your legs, suddenly hooked over his shoulders. He smirked, just a momentary image, a smug expression that existed only for a second, before being erased by his hot lips and an even hotter glossa crushing into your own.

That kiss wasn't tentative, no, it was wild, hot, wet and loud. That long silvery glossa of his traced every little spot in your mouth, and those lips… They held your own captive, making them plump and pleasantly aching. He only let you go after your chest began to tremble in need to breathe. You were choking and you were loving it.

Optimus' lips latched on one of your nipples immediately after. His glossa worked on that one, and his digits gently pinched and pulled at the other. He switched sides occasionally, taking care to fondle and nuzzle your breasts. For a moment, Prime went back up, to gently gnaw at your collarbone. He dived back down, to lick a straight, wet line down from your solar plexus and across your tummy.

It was hard for Optimus to ignore himself: you were almost able to see it, in the slight bulginess of his pelvic plating. But he recognised this as a punishment and acted accordingly.

Soon enough, his lips crashed with the tender skin of your inner thigh. Prime squeezed, pinched, fondled, caressed, kissed and licked his way up to what Cybertronians called a 'valve'. At first, you were puzzled, in what way metal tubing was the same as a pussy, but it grew on you and you actually liked that term more than those created on earth. Especially after getting your hands on Optimus' "equipment" and tormenting him with well-earned pleasure for hours.

Your thighs squeezed his head in anticipation.

Optimus never started with his glossa, no, he, as with everything, took his time, indulging in kisses with your labia. Metal and flesh, energon and blood: it was the contrast that had you both impossibly excited.

Finally, he tweaked your clit, and, for the lack of a better word, dove in impatiently. The tip of his nasal ridge was nudging that sensitive nub of nerves, as his glossa traced laces of miraculous patterns. The hotness, the wetness, the shameless sultriness of his actions--they made you writhe and tremble. Because of that, one of his servo kept you pinned down, and the other went to caress your lips irritatingly slowly.

It wasn't long before his audials bent a little from how firm and hard was the pressure of your twitching thighs on his helm. His lips, glossa, digits—a few of them crawling into you knuckle by knuckle by knuckle—cold, hot and electric, all at the same time, sending warm ripples through your body, it was too much. Optimus himself, his entire being, the idea, the concept of him, the reality of that concept—it was too much.

For a moment, one that felt eternal, impossibly and blissfully long, all you felt was…relief. The warmth and peace and just blank, worry-free space. The seatbelts, embracing you tightly, were the only thing that kept you grounded.

You were a mess. He always left you being a mess.

"Good, good, you're such a good girl," Optimus' voice was a little distant as he nuzzled you, nuzzled between your breasts, feeling for how wild your heartbeat was. His servos and intake were suddenly cold, rubbing along your legs and sides or gently blowing cold air.

You were a little overwhelmed and had to lean back, eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly agape because of deep, shivering, slow breaths. You opened your eyes only to be met with Prime's emissive blue optics, bright with love and worry.

"Are you okay, darling?" Optimus asked softly, caressing your red cheeks with his thumbs. You couldn't help but lean into his cold, relieveing touch.

You nodded, uncertain if your voice would be obedient enough. Optimus smiled, that tiny, almost shy smile of his. He gently kissed your neck, cheeks, forehead, the tip of your nose. He caught your lips in an almost diplomatically chaste kiss, before picking you up with a laugh and carrying you to his huge berth from the beanbag where you sat. Prime plopped down on it, cradling you gingerly like some plushie.

"Aren't you supposed to untie me?" you asked, glaring at him in confusion and pleasant exhaustion.

"Mmm, I don't know. Am I?" Optimus asked with that stupid teasing smirk.

You smacked him lightly with your foot, the left one, where the seatbelt that bounded your ankle to your thigh slipped off. Prime shrieked, a surprisingly cute sound which you never expected to hear from him.

"Ow! Okay, okay." He pouted, but began untying you. "I wanted to keep you as a present, but, I guess…"

That earned him another loving smack.

Soon enough, you were rubbing your slightly red and sore wrists after he helped you back into an oversized sleeping t-shirt. You cuddled up to his warm side, tracing patterns on his windshield as he wrapped his huge arm around you and covered your legs with a plushy blanket. You looked up, observing his sharp, elegant profile.

"You know, I don't like the thought that sex with me is a punishment for you," it was eating at you for a while now. That's why you hesitated a little when he asked to be ignored today.

Optimus looked at you with confused and slightly concerned optics. He leaned down just enough to nuzzle your nose with his own.

"Love, the process itself, the act, it's not the punishment," he ran the back of his servo over your cheekbone. "Quite the opposite, I enjoy making you finish. The punishment is that I don't finish."

You studied his expression, before reaching up to pinch his antennae.

"Alright then," you gently tweaked the tip, before pulling his head even closer, staring into his optics. "Although, I sure hope those new seatbelts of yours can hug me tight enough…"

He laughed, amused, before pressing your lips together in a sensual, deep kiss. The seatbelts laid abandoned on the floor. Abandoned, yet not forgotten.

[the-heliophile]

GOOD LUCK BABE! - MEL MEDARDA

FROM FOURMI 🐜 💌 I got a couple of comments on my previous works and it made me so happy, also I have so many songs I want to write to but I feel like I'm not good enough yet AAAAH

song. good luck babe!, chappel roan

pairing. mel medarda x zaunite!reader

content. angst, situationship, toxicity on both ends.

summary. you're a zaunite and Mel keeps you hidden like a dirty secret but that's not what you want anymore. (2.6k words)

“it's fine, it's cool

you can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth”

It had been going on for two years now, two years of you being treated like a dirty secret to be kept hidden forever. And yet you had never found the strength to give up on what you and Mel had, hopelessly clinging to the idea that one day you and her would become official, that you would be enough for her to show you off in public. You were tired, tired of leaving her bed right when you were done because she couldn't risk getting caught with you, always the same excuse, so you would always go back to Zaun feeling stupid and used yet knowing that you'll get back in her bed the minute she would want you to. You were nothing more than a lovesick fool, an idiot letting Mel play with your heartstrings, deep down you knew you'd never be good enough for her to be seen with you but you couldn't help but hope that maybe one day she'd reciprocate your feelings enough to officiate things. “It would be casual, just fun between friends” is what she had offered and you had agreed without hesitation, despite knowing what you were getting into you couldn't help but want more, more of her attention, more of her time, you wanted to be the only recipient of her love. “Do you..do that with anyone else ?” You asked, a hint of hesitation in your voice, you could feel your heartbeat speeding at the mere thought of her seeing others but you wanted, no you had to know. Were you the only one for her or were you just one of many faces ?

“and guess I'm the fool,

with her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof”

Mel sighed in response, “Sweetheart, please don't make us seem more than we are, you know it won't lead to anything good..” You knew, from the way her eyes darted around the room and the corners of her lips turned downward, you knew you weren't the only one and that she didn't want to tell you that. You felt as if your heart stopped for a second, your breath stuck in your lungs. All of a sudden it felt like her hand was around your heart, squeezing all the blood out of it and leaving it an empty mess. You didn't reply, merely nodding before getting up, it was time for you to leave anyway. You got dressed with a bit of struggle, your mind too focused on her words to actually pay attention to what you were doing, your hands hastily fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. The knot in the pit of your stomach seemed impossible to undo, but it was fine, you could take it, you could wait for her, until she was ready to love you back. Mel looked at you with a heavy gaze, she muttered the same thing she always did, “Please, you know it's just casual between us, it's what's best for you, for us.” and you forced an answer out, “I know, I promise..” you said although the shakiness in your voice was too strong to hide.

“I don't wanna call it off,

but you don't wanna call it love,

you only wanna be the one that I call ‘baby’”

Despite you guys being nothing, Mel was somewhat possessive, perhaps a result of the way she lost everything when she got banished to Piltover so she holds onto anything that is hers, because even if you are nothing you are still hers. Her possessiveness shows whenever you bring up a previous lover or mention that you went on a date. Mel can't help it, that ugly feeling showing its head whenever she thinks about you slipping through her fingers, she doesn't love you, she knows that much, you're just convenient and you're too in love with her to break things off but you still belong to her and she's not exactly one for sharing. The others come and go, most of them end up wanting more than she wants to give them and they get tossed aside like a toy she grew bored of. But she doesn't know how often you've been considering breaking it off with her, she doesn't know how hesitant your steps are now whenever you walk towards her house. It's been plaguing your mind, the fact that there are others, the idea that for every night you're not in her bed somebody else is warming it, the feeling of not being good enough because why else would she need others ? Is it because you're a Zaunite ? Are you not educated enough ? Not pretty enough ? But then why is she so possessive of you ? Growing cold and nonchalant anytime you mention an ex or someone who is interested in you, she wants to be the only one for you while expecting you to be fine with being one of many and you don't know how much more of it you can take.

“I'm cliché, who cares ?

it's a sexually explicit kind of love affair”

Your mind keeps drifting to all the times you thought were romantic between you and Mel and you're progressively realizing that it was all in your head, your feelings for her seem to have thoroughly messed with your judgement. You used to think that bringing her flowers every time you came to her house would flatter her, but looking back on it you cannot remember seeing any of those bouquets in her room, ever. In your mind Mel and you had nice chats after sex, you remember vividly how beautiful she was whenever the afterglow would hit but you weren't chatting, you were asking her questions and she was giving you short answers, but still it had been enough for you, you were getting to know her, even if just a little. You had even tried inviting her to dinner though she declined because “The Undercity is too dangerous” which you couldn't blame her for. Matter of fact is that the romance only came from your side and you are only realizing it now. It feels suffocating, all of a sudden it's like you can't breathe anymore, the realization of how much you had idealized your nonexistent relationship with Mel makes you feel so, so stupid. It was just sex, just that, not even aftercare, you fucked and you left, no idle chats, no dates and no exclusivity.

“and I cry, it's not fair

I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air”

Your eyes sting, your vision is getting progressively blurry as all the tears start to form and you let them fall freely, using the safety of your apartment to let the torrent of emotions overtaking flow out. You want to scream, to break things, anything to ease the ache in your heart, anything to stop the memories of her from flashing in your mind. You let yourself fall onto your bed, curling up into a ball and closing your eyes. You love her and all you had wanted was for her to love you back, you gave her your everything and more in hopes she would reciprocate your feelings but you were wrong, she doesn't love you and she never has. That night you decide to go out, it's not like Mel needs you anyway. You're all dolled up as you enter the Last Drop, ready to spend the night in a blur of dancing and alcohol to take your mind off of things. And that's exactly what you do, the next morning you wake up in a stranger's bed and force of habit, you leave in the morning unnoticed. But you don't feel better, if anything you just think about Mel even more now. Would she be jealous if she knew what you had done last night ? Would her heart clench at the thought of losing you ? Or would she simply move on to the next person with ease, as if you and her had never shared anything in the first place ?

“think I'm gonna call it off, even if you call it love

I just wanna love someone who calls me "baby’”

You're dragging your feet, standing on Mel's doorstep at 3AM wasn't in your plans but you could use a little distraction from your thoughts and it's a good opportunity for you to have an actual conversation with her, to settle this once and for all. She opens the door for you and you remove your shoes before hastily following her to her bedroom. Once you're both done and catching your breaths you turn to her, clenching your fists to steel your nerves before uttering “We need to talk.” Mel raises her eyebrows, looking at you almost expectantly, “Well, what is it ?”. You take a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling and force the words out, “I don't think this arrangement is working, I think we should stop.” Mel looks taken aback, clearly not expecting you to be the one to end it between you two. “Why ?”. She questions with furrowed brows. And you mumble, feeling a lot smaller now when you're facing her like this “I don't think we're compatible, I am not enough for you and in a way, you're not enough for me either.” She looks at you, her gaze hardening at your words, “Why do you say that ?” Her voice is colder now, you can hear her irritation clearly and it makes you want to disappear so bad. “We had different expectations when it came to our arrangement and clearly we don't harbor the same feelings towards each other, I don't want to keep doing this with you when it's really just hurting me.” Mel takes a few moments to answer, gathering her thoughts, she doesn't want to give a rash answer “That’s alright, I understand.” You feel disappointed at that, a part of you was hoping she would try and convince otherwise, maybe even confess, but instead she seems to have immediately accepted your decision, as if what you had truly didn't matter to her. You decide not to elaborate any further, you put your clothes back on and take your leave, giving a last glance towards her house, trying to commit it to memory. 

“when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night with your head in your hands, 

you're nothing more than his wife”

It all happened over three months ago and you're still not over her, she left such a big imprint on your heart that you feel like you'll never love someone as strongly as you loved her. Today you're working in Benzo’s old shop, you took over it after his death years ago though Ekko still drops by to help you. While you're cleaning the counter and the register you hear the little bell chime and look up, your heart drops and your throat suddenly closes at the sight. Mel and her boytoy, the man of progress, councilor Talis. You could just tell, from the way they behaved with each other that something was going on between the two and it made your blood boil. As you helped Jayce with whatever tools he needed you kept casting glances at Mel but she was looking around, not once catching your gaze. Eventually Jayce left with Mel on his trail, you can't help but call out to her “The Undercity is too dangerous to come see me but it's fine with your new toy ?” The words tasted bitter, the painful feeling of not being enough for her making your eyes sting with tears threatening to fall any moment. She doesn't even look at you as she answers, “We have enforcers with us. Why, do you have a problem with me coming here ?”. You look down at the counter, “You moved already haven't you ? It's only been three months..” Mel raises an eyebrow, giving you a skeptical look “Move on from what ? Our casual hook ups ?”. Your head shoots up to look at her back “We had more than that! You can tell yourself that there were no feelings but you had to have felt something! I loved you!”. Mel sighs, her head turning just enough to eye you “There was nothing, Jayce and I are together now, you should really move on, for your own good.” You're seething but you try your best not to show it, “He can't give you what I gave you, you know that as well as I do. I gave you my everything and I would've given you anything you wanted, even if you never reciprocated. I won't move on, and deep down I bet you'll still think of me in years.” The words feel like lies on your tongue but you don't want to back down, though the argument is quickly settled when Mel leaves, not bothering to spare you a glance or give you a proper answer, she wishes you good luck in life and leaves. You wipe away the tears on your face and try to relax your breathing, not wanting anyone coming in to see you like this.

“and when you think about me, all of those years ago

you're standing face to face with "I told you so”’

It's been 6 months now and you're over it, at least that's what it feels like most of the time. You still think of Mel here and there but you've made peace with the idea that it was impossible between you, instead you focus on the shop and your hobbies. You've come to realize that you have no reason to waste your time and love on someone who feels the need to hide you because of where you come from, on someone to whom appearances are too important not to keep in the shadows. You don't blame her, not anymore, she's in a respected position and worked so hard to get there that she doesn't want to risk it all going down the drain for some passing fancy. Surprisingly enough you can't say the same about her moving on, you've seen her in the shop several times since she came in with Jayce, though she's always alone now. She has tried making small talk, you gave in the first times but eventually as you started to move on your replies turned shorter and shorter until your conversations were the same as with any customer. You don't know what's going on in her life, if she's unhappy with her lover or if she misses you, the convenience of having you at her beck and call but you don't care anymore. It's her problem now, she'll just have to sort her feelings and move on like you did. You can't help the slight satisfaction blooming in your heart anytime you see her, she never even buys anything, she looks around, attempts a conversation and leaves and you rejoice in her dejected face when you don't chat with her. A small part of you is happy to know that she might be getting a taste of how you felt throughout your whole “relationship”. You're back to enjoying your life as it is, it's not all pink but it's a nice routine with a job that gives you enough money to live and that's all you need. You can live without her, even if it didn't feel like it months ago. 

"Well good luck babe!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling."

[gay-dorito-dust]

I’ve seen fics where Joaquin is hurt, so I thought why not do things a little differently…I’m unhealthy addicted to this man. (Have since the show but didn’t capitalise on writing for him then, grave mistake tbh though there still wasn’t much for him back then either.)

The mission with Sam and Joaquin was a success but one reckless misstep caused you to be put right into a hospital bed with a uncharacteristically quite Joaquin by bedside, his hands clasped together tightly in front of his face as his beautiful dark eyes seemed distant and unfocused as they gazed at the wall across from him.

‘You can quit mentally going over funeral arrangements for me, I’m still alive to continue being a pain in your ass.’ You tell him once you had awoken, but it seemed as though your attempts of making light of a serious situation only seem to put Joaquin even more in a sour mood.

‘You sure have a weird way of trying to comfort me you know? Making jokes about your own hurt and thinking that I’ll just laugh along?’ Joaquin said as he looked at you, eyes sharp but filled with worry as they looked over your bandaged figure. ‘Is nearly dying really a funny experience for you?’ He then adds rhetorically. It was obvious that you being hurt had more of an affect on Joaquin then it did you, maybe because you had time to be accustomed to how dangerous the job was, which resulted in giving you a weird sense of fucked up humour when you find yourself on the hospital bed.

‘Joaquin-‘ you began as you reached out for his hand but it seemed as though your friend and mission partner wasn’t quite done.

‘Do you know how I felt when I found you hurt?’ Joaquin starts, unable to keep the feelings with him any longer then he already had, hating how helpless he felt upon finding out that you were hiding an injury as serious as this as though you didn’t view yourself as someone valuable. ‘And the fact that you kept it from us, from Sam but most importantly,’ Joaquin paused when he felt himself letting his emotions rise to the surface as tears brimmed his beautiful eyes, ‘you kept it hidden from me, we’re meant to be partners y/n, partners.’ He adds in a way that made you know that what he felt towards you was a lot deeper then you two just being partners.

‘Are we not partners?’ Joaquin asked.

‘Of course we are!’ You replied without hesitation, reaching out and grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers together. ‘You’re my best friend and the best mission partner I could have ever asked for-‘

‘Then why did you feel the need to hide your hurt from me.’ Joaquin interrupts you, though you noticed how tightly he held onto your hand as though he was scared to let go of you, and in the moment you hated yourself for making Joaquin worry over you like this. You truly were the worst when it came to these things but with Joaquin you wanted to be as transparent as possible with him, expect when it came to needing help and your feelings for him it seems, and you couldn’t help but feed into the idea that due to this Joaquin deserved better…better than you at least.

‘The mission comes first Joaquin you know this as well as I, so why should it matter if I’m hurt or not.’ You said to him, hating how it seemed as though Joaquin could see through you whenever you looked in his dark eyes, bringing you under the impression that he seems to know you better then yourself and you feared that that was the truth. You wish you could hate him but you knew you’d be lying if you ever said that because you knew you’d love the man until you couldn’t, making you fear how far you’d actually go for him and vice versa.

‘Well it matters to me! You matter to me! So sorry for not wanting to watch my best friend and love of my life die on a hospital bed.’ Joaquin exclaims suddenly, taking you both aback by the outburst of repressed emotions but Joaquin pushed through as he moved his hand from your grasp, moving to hold your face within his hands instead as he rests his forehead again yours. ‘Especially not when I have so much to say to you that I should’ve said far, far sooner instead of hiding.’ He adds softer this time as he moved to press a tender kiss your forehead, making you smile softly at the feeling, before pressing his head back against there.

‘And what would those things be my dear falcon.’ You asked analog sheepishly as your hands reached to keep his hands again your face, caressing the backs of them with your thumbs, smiling at how while this wasn’t the ideal place for you to admit your feelings but it didn’t feel any less magical then it did right now.

Joaquin smiles for what felt like the first time since he’s been sat beside you. ‘We’d be here for a really, really long time if we want to go into specifics,’ you both laughed at this, knowing that you would spend just as long listing of the things you loved about him in return, ‘but to keep it short all you need to know is that you’re the best part of me, my better half and the one person who could make me feel like this when I’m under the impression that I could one day loose you forever.’ Joaquin sighed and closed his eyes, leaning further into you as though trying to convince himself they you were still here with him.

‘I don’t ever want to see you like this ever again, not as long as I can do something about it to keep you safe from this day onward.’ Joaquin admits and you felt yourself becoming warm and giddy it made you forget why you were in the hospital for brief moment in time, for you were too focused on the beautiful and brave man in front of you holding you like you were everything and to him you very much were.

‘Then I can only promise to be more carful on missions from here on out if it’s to keep your heart from breaking, for I wouldn’t want to hurt someone as important to me as you Joaquin,’ you then moved your hand to wipe away the unshed tears from his eyes, taking your time with it as well as you caressed his tear stained cheeks with care and held the weight of a death as though you were in fact scared of hurting him. ‘I never went to see you shed a single tear more of my reckless ass.’ You add and this time Joaquin laughed along with you as he kissed your palms sweetly, smiling against them.

‘Then I guess you’ll have to deal with me being a little overprotective on the future missions.’ Joaquin says barely above a whisper.

‘I wouldn’t mind that at all, not a single bit.’ You replied, kissing his nose and smiling, happy to know that your feelings weren’t unreciprocated like you originally thought, but also happy knowing that your heart was in the safest hands you’ve ever known.

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Character Analysis – Edmund Bertram

I have a better opinion of Edmund Bertram than much of the Jane Austen fandom has, and I am going to try to explain why. It comes down to several things:

1) He probably makes more sacrifices for people other than a woman he is in love with than any other Jane Austen hero.

He has to sacrifice a great deal of the economic condition he would normally expect in order to enable Tom’s debts to be paid, and Tom doesn’t even care about this or feel guilty for it. At no point does Edmund show hostility to or resentment of his brother over this, nor does he ever bring it up to Tom to guilt him, not even when Tom is doing something Edmund considers immoral and disrespectful to their father; Edmund makes his arguments against the play on the merits, as best he can. Nor does he bring it up to Tom when the (relative to expectations) small income he can expect is one of the principal barriers to him marrying the woman he loves.

He goes out of his way to be kind to Fanny from the start (seriously, how few 16-year-old boys would take the time to listen and be kind to and help a ten-year-old girl? Most 16-year-old boys are dreadful, from my experience of high school.)

He sells one of his horses to buy one that Fanny can ride, when riding is recommended for her health. This is no small thing, given how frequently-used horses were in that time. This isn’t like, say, selling one of your three cars; it’s more like choosing to give up either your computer, tablet, or cell phone, and never (or, well, for many years) have a replacement again. Lending the horse to Mary Crawford for a couple days is a fault, but to me a fairly minor fault in light of this.

He is determined that he will live in his parsonage rather than – as would be done by many members of the clergy in that day – live at Mansfield Park and ride over once a week to preach. It is important to him that he do his job well and live among the people he is ministering to, and he is not tempted to try to modify his parsonage into a much fancier house when Henry Crawford tries to talk him into it. Nor is he willing to pursue a career that Mary Crawford would be more favourable to. He genuinely cares about his vocation as a pastor, and is willing to make sacrifices both of love and of comfort in order to do so. I don’t generally have a high opinion of the 19th-century Anglican clergy, Edmund is genuinely dedicated.

He tends to Tom gently and fairly continuously when Tom is sick, despite Edmund having plenty of worries of his own. The book says, “when able to talk, or be talked to, Edmund was the companion he preferred.” Edmund put off a proposal to the woman he loves in order to tend to Tom – and that tending is a duty that would, I think, usually have been considered as one for the women of the family. It really highlights how Edmund is the only Bertram with real feeling and care for his family members.

In light of this, I think that some of the things readers heavily criticize him for, like losing track of time one afternoon when he’s on an outing with his girlfriend, are comparatively minor and forgiveable. Edmund seems to me to put more concerted effort into doing the right thing than most other men in Jane Austen.

2) His ability to act is constrained relative to most other Austen heroes by the fact that he is a younger son, living at home, with two parents and an aunt still living. He does not have the authority to spend Sir Thomas’ money, and filial duty means he cannot outright denigrate Mrs. Norris to Fanny. The only other Jane Austen heroes who do not have their independence are Edward Ferrars and Henry Tilney (and both of them have rather different relationships with their family).

This means anything he does for Fanny, he has to do at his own expense – as when he sells one of his horses to buy one for her; as when he offers to stay with his mother while the others go to Sotherton so that Fanny can go. It’s the most effective way he has of addressing the way they treat her: oh, so you think it’s okay if this happens to Fanny? Well then, it’s happening to me instead. In the case of the Sotherton expedition, it quickly flips people to seeing that as unacceptable, making them bother to find another (fairly simple) solution that they hasn’t cared about finding before.

In a few ways, Edmund is placed in a more feminine role in the story than any other male leads: his principal good qualities are a strong moral sense and the provision of emotional support and care; he’s the bedrock of his family in the same way that Elinor Dashwood is for hers; he’s held back from the person he loves by economic precarity; and he seems to have a limited social circle outside his family (the drinking-and-gambling habits common in young male society among students of his class and time likely didn’t suit him).

In short, Henry Crawford does not care for and value Fanny Price more (or nearly as much) as Edmund does; his financial and familial position simply make it easy for him to do things, at insignificant cost to himself, that Edmund cannot do without behaving in a way that would, in his time, be deeply disrespectful to his parents and aunt. Edmund knows Fanny far better, understands her far better, and when he gives her gifts (like the necklace) it’s ones she likes and appreciates.

3) I don’t blame Edmund for being in love with Mary Crawford for much of the book because, frankly, she’s an appealing person, especially given Edmund’s narrow social circle. The combination of wit, liveliness, comsistent good humour, interesting conversation, and beauty (plus harp-playing) that she beings are not something the Bertrams encounter every day. He wants to think better of her than she is because her other characteristics are so appealing. I think that’s a very human reaction when in love. (Elizabeth Bennet falls for Wickham and makes excuses for him based on little more than good manners, good looks, flattery, and a mutual dislike of Darcy, and people don’t criticize her nearly as much.)

By the same token, I don’t blame him for being oblivious to Fanny’s love for him because absolutely everyone is and Fanny is very deliberately and determinedly concealing it. And given that, liking to spend somewhat more time with your girlfriend than your bestie is also, I think, quite forgivable in a young person.

4) On one area of frequent critique, that Edmund doesn’t listen to Fanny on several notable occasions (mainly about the Crawfords), I think their dynamic over several years is an important consideration. It’s somewhat a flipped version of Emma in that you’ve got a mentor-mentee relationship between the leads, but in this case it’s the mentor who is mistaken and the mentee who is right. Edmund has been supporting and advising and encouraging Fanny for many years, and many of those times he was right. For example, she was afraid of learning to ride when she first started with a pony, and Edmund encouraged her and comvinced her to do it, and she came to love it.

“Ah! cousin, when I remember how much I used to dread riding, what terrors it gave me to hear it talked of as likely to do me good; – (Oh! how I have trembled at my uncle’s opening his lips if horses were talked of) and then think of the kind pains you took to reason and persuade me out of my fears, and comvince me that I should like it after a littl while, and feel how right you proved to be, I am inclined to hope you may always prophesy as well.”

Fanny also, in another conversation, describes herself to Edmund as “foolish and awkward” and he insists “you have not a shadow of either, but in using the words so improperly.” The narrative is clear about how consistent and important his care, sympathy, praise, and advoacy have been for her, for many years:

Edmund’s friendship never failed her: his leaving Eton for Oxford made no change in is kind dispositions, and only afforded more frequent opportunities of providing them. Without any display of doing more than the rest, or any fear of doing too much, he was always true to herinterests,and considerate of her feelings, trying to make her good qualities understood, and to conquer the diffidence which prevented their being more apparent; giving her advice, consolation, and encouragement.

Kept back as she was by every body else, his single support could not bring her forward, but his attentions were otherwise of the highest importance in assisting the improvement of her mind, and extending its pleasures. He knew her to have a quick apprehension as well as good sense, and a fondness for reading, which, properly directed, must be an education in itself…he recommended the books which charmed her leisure hours, he encouraged her taste, and corrected her judgement; he made reading useful by talking to her of what she read, and heightened its attraction by judicious praise.

The nature of this relationship also helps explain some of Edmund’s reaction to Henry Crawford’s proposal: while Edmund is very much at fault for disregarding her doubts about Henry Crawford’s morality, he is very used to Fanny being nervous and anxious about things that, once she is used to the and no longer afraid of them or uncertain of her abilities, she enjoys. (Such as riding.) So he is seeing her reaction in part through that frame.

The basic difficulty in Mansfield Park that affects perceptions of Edmund is that it is occurring at a moment of transition: the first time Fanny has been eclipsed in Edmund’s life, combined with a transition from him being a mentor and guide to them becoming equals, and her in fact surpassing him in perception and being willing to go against even his opinion in her choice to reject Henry Crawford. It’s the story of Fanny growing up, whereas Edmund (the mentor) is put in the place of Emma (the mentee) in Emma, in being mistaken in key assessments of people, and biased into seeing what he wants to see. This reversal is what allows them to be on equal footing, and for Edmund’s benefit from Fanny’s companionship to be as apparent or more apparent, to everyone, as his from her.

However, this means that for most of the novel we’re seeing Edmund and Famny’s relationship at the weakest point it’s ever been, which can’t help but affect readers’ attitudes to him; and I do think it’s a flaw that we don’t get an actual conversation at the end between Edmund and Fanny that deals with his recognition of his errors in judgement and the value of her perception and principle.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Hi Clementine! I found your Jade fic because Sol reblogged it and adytshrgeutrdjghvkguftyfdhgfd)tfhgvjgv!!!!! 💗💗💗💗💗💗 Oh my gosh!! It was just absolutely perfect and I am in love with your writing now!!! 💙💙💙💙💙 Jade is already one of my favorite Twisted Wonderland characters and for you to write something so amazing - like I can’t even right now. This is perfect, you are amazing, and I love you so much for writing such an incredible story with Jade and posting it on here. Thank you so much!

Ahhhhh!! I'm screaming! Thank you for all the compliments! I always love specific ones lol

I looooove Sol too. She's amazing. I've been in her dms talking and discussing ideas. She's helped me a lot

I'm so glad you like my writing! This fanfic for Jade was really fun. I wasn't expecting it to become so good either, but here we are. I love to write stuff in canon, so expect to see more of that

Because you left so much love in my inbox, I'll disclose what I've been working on recently. It brings me joy when I give people some teasers lol... I also have no idea who your fav characters are, so i have no idea if this will interest you. Disclaimer: this is all WIPs, so things are subjected to change lol

I've been writing the "Overblot Slap -- Vil x Reader." That one is going to be a hit. Many people liked my theory if you just slapped Vil, he probably wouldn't overblot, so I'm making it into a fanfic. It will probably end up being 12k too if not a little more. It goes from Vil's "overblot prevention" to marriage, like Jade's

I have it all lined out. However, I'm still talking to @solxamber about Vil's characterization in terms of the man learning emotional processing. I feel like that would be really hard for him because it's not he usually does. It's hard to break habits, but Vil is nothing if not determined.

Like the Jade x Reader fanfic, it has a good variety of scenes and feelings. This one is more fluff, feel good, and wholesome. Unfortunately, no spice scene... so far at least. It doesn't seem necessary. However, there are some huge comedy elements. The Reader is bold as always and occassionally sassy.

I will disclose a little tiny, tiny teaser to get people hyped:

It's a wild move to stomp up to an almost overblotting Vil, slap him, and then say, "Yeah, you're ugly. You've been acting ugly for awhile now. You almost committed murder because of your stupid ego and inferiority complex. Not everything's about you. You don't get to decide you've lost when you haven't even performed. You're shirking your responsibilities as the team leader."

I read that and kinda lose my mind because what a power move. Again, Reader is bold and so done lol

It's so nice to see Vil so happy in this too. The progression is endearing to watch

We got a Rook x Observant Reader. I'm still playing around with it. I'm not sure how their relationship will play out. I have the first meeting and then Reader semi-catching Rook spying on them. It's more like "oh, i'll investigate where I think he was and check for anything that would indicate he was here." Then they realize that might be intimidating or threatening to someone who wants to stay hidden, so they just kinda apologize to air, knowing Rook is somewhere in the area lol

However, it's unclear where I go after that. I know that Vil's going to a problem. It's Chapter 5. What do you expect?

I'd like to write something with Azul (the man was so funny in the Jade x Reader). I'm not 100% how that will look. I have an idea that might turn into a series. Idk if I'm going to fully commit. Basically take characters realizing their sentient and they're kinda in a game. They kinda get one of those isekai systems where it's like "don't let the Reader know you're sentient and you can earn points." So they get to know Reader that way. Then maybe they're about to die and so Azul pulls them into Twisted Wonderland. That's really the only way I can think of a romance happening with Azul.

As someone so guarded and assuming everyone has ulterior motives, I feel like if Azul would be hard to get to. If didn't have the security of like "oh this person doesn't know i can hear them. Therefore, they will just say their true feelings about me because they don't have a reason not to," then it would be a lot harder

This concept would also be fun for an Idia x Reader. The whole "oh my god, i'm in a game" moment is great. He make so many fun anime trope references and whatnot. He's also so sassy and sarcastic. I haven't written for him before but this seems hilarious to me. I can envision it now.

Technically, I think all the overblot students could have a concept like this. Maybe everyone honestly.

This was also inspired by my reaction to Octavinelle revealing Jamil as the mastermind behind the chaos or whatever. I remember screaming in outrage when Jamil hypnotized Azul. Then the cheer that went up after the twist happened was so loud. So I thought it would be funny if Azul could hear the Reader during that section. He doesn't have anyone like that in game, so I thought I would give it to him