#sure other stuff was equally stressful BUT i was happy on my own in my own 4 walls living on my terms. miss it so.

[robinsnest2111]

reasons I need therapy asap:

simply waking up and knowing my parents are just a room away at any given time in this house always kills my motivation to get up and be alive, no exceptions. and that's not normal or healthy for me.

[evansbby]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 (𝐩𝐨𝐲𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, a/b/o dynamics, daddy kink, HEAVY lactation kink, also heavy on housewife kink, domesticity kink, very heavy on breeding kink, and pregnancy kink, Steve is very condescending, also babies omega a lot as per usual, the usual stuff! 18+ only, minors dni!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve is so turned on by his submissive little housewife, and so he decides he's going to breed her again.

𝐀/𝐍: I kind of went crazy with this. IDEK YALL. kinda went delirious as i wrote it and now it's late. Enjoy! (This is a drabble of my fic, POYT)

Steve can’t wait to get home to his wife. He’s only been married less than a year and yet he can’t get over the pure domestic bliss that his life has become. It’s what he’d always wanted, always dreamed about. And now he has it. With you, his perfect, beautiful, innocent little omega. And his adorable little daughter too.

“You’re home!” You breathe, your face lighting up when Steve walks in through the front door. And Steve can feel his own face lighting up, and he can’t help but take two steps forward and yank you into a crushing hug. All his stress and worries from work seem to dissipate at once. And the fact that you look so happy to see him? In a cute little floral dress, looking so extra curvy and voluptuous ever since you’d given birth. Your breasts are practically spilling out the top of your dress, and it makes him lick his lips appreciatively.

You’ve got Rosie on your hip, and she looks absolutely thrilled to see him too, which makes Steve’s chest puff out in pride. He can’t believe this is his life, and that he gets to share it with you. Sure, work is stressful as Steve plans to expand his family’s company even more and his father’s basically left him in control and responsible for everything. Not to mention, all the preparations for the senatorial elections next year.

But all that melts away as he hugs you close, his eyes fluttering shut in content as you loosen his tie and undo his collar button, pressing kisses on his shoulders and chest because you’re too small and delicate to reach his lips.

“Missed you so much, Steve.” You say, looking up at him needily.

“You did, didn’t you?” Steve smirks, although he knows that he probably missed you even more. He has a special picture of you framed on his desk. It’s from the day he proposed to you, you sitting in the field of yellow roses in your yellow dress, bathing in the sunlight and looking happier than ever. He stares at that picture more than he’d like to admit. Sometimes, he talks to it, complains to it about his dumbass employees and equally stupid business partners.

He also has a picture of Rosie from her six-month celebration. Which his whole family had celebrated as if it was her birthday – she was the first grandchild after all and so it wasn’t a surprised that everyone wanted to dote on her. Steve’s mom had been especially into the six-month celebration, which Steve didn’t understand because his mom would obviously be there for Rosie’s first birthday. And second, and third. And so on. She would, wouldn’t she?

He shakes those unwanted thoughts out of his mind before they go to that one place he doesn’t want to acknowledge right now. Instead, he focuses on you, his beautiful wife. You’re so cute and thoughtful, setting Rosie down in her baby chair before helping him out of his jacket and undoing his tie for him.

“How was work, Steve?”

“Good. The same.” He grunts, not wanting to talk about work at all. Instead, he picks up his daughter, examining her carefully. She’s cute as ever, way cuter than any other baby he’s ever seen in his life. Definitely cuter than the babies in the diaper and baby food commercials he sees on television. Rosie would be way better in those commercials, not that he’d ever exploit his daughter like that. If Steve had his way, no one outside of his family would ever lay their eyes on his wife and his baby – they’d be kept private. Because they needed to be protected by him and he loved them more than anything.

“Hey, Rosie. You look so cute, sweetheart. All ready for bed, huh?” He coos, giving his daughter a dozen kisses on her cute, fat cheeks. She giggles, wrapping her tiny arms around his face as he gives her kisses. And then he looks at her carefully, drinking her in because he hates being at work all day and missing out on her. She’s growing so fast, it feels like just yesterday she was the size of his hand and now she’s so much bigger. And she was looking more and more like her mommy as the days passed.

“She wasn’t showing any signs of being tired,” you speak up shyly, “I think she was waiting for her daddy to come home so she could say goodnight.”

“Is that right, Rosie?” Steve asks, and his daughter blinks up at him with a smile on her face, starts kicking her chubby little legs up and down excitedly. He can’t help but melt inside, deciding to play his favourite game with her. He throws her up in the air and she squeals happily. You gasp behind him, muttering a “Steve, please be careful,” which he is, of course he is.

Rosie yawns, and Steve kisses her face a few more times before placing her back down. And then he pulls you into him, kissing you fervently because he’s missed you so fucking much. Not to mention, you look so crazy hot right now. His little wife. His perfect little omega.

“Baby, this dress is so hot on you.” He mutters against your lips, lifting you up so he can kiss you properly.

You light up at his praise, “Thank you. Although it’s gotten a bit small–”

He smirks down at your breasts which look ready to pop out of the material any second, “It looks good.”

He kisses you some more, not wanting to stop as his hands go to cup your ass. But you pull away after a little while, telling him that you need to put Rosie to bed. He accompanies you, groping you every few seconds because he just can’t get over how hot you look, how you’re so glowing, how motherhood suits you so much.

The two of you put Rosie to bed, and Steve feels so fulfilled by his little family as he stands there with his arm around you, watching Rosie cuddle with her stuffed animal and immediately fall asleep.

“I made all your favourite food tonight.” You tell him as you grab his hand and lead him to the dining room. And Steve loves when you take initiative like that. Before, you’d never take his hand like that – you’d always wait for him to initiate and lead. But now, you’re more comfortable with him and he loves when you do little things like this. His little housewife, perfectly safe inside his house and leading him to the meal you’d cooked just for him.

You’ve set the dining room table up perfectly for two, but Steve pulls you into his lap after you’ve finished piling his plate up high with everything from chicken pot pie to mashed potatoes and vegetable soup. “Have you eaten, baby?”

You look down into your lap, “No, I was waiting for you.”

He feeds you along with himself, not wanting you to lift another finger. You’ve worked so hard on this dinner, and balanced that with other household chores – not to mention looking after Rosie. Now, he needs you to conserve your energy. Because of what he has planned for the rest of the night, of course.

“You’re such a good little girl,” Steve coos, tearing off a hunk of your homemade bread and dipping it into the soup before feeding it to you, “You did so good, baby, and daddy is so proud of you.”

You glow, “Really?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, daddy – I mean Steve. Thank you, Steve!”

He smirks, patting your lips with a napkin. He continues to feed both of you, taking a second and third helping of food just for himself because he’s worked so damn fucking hard and he’s hungry and you’re like a Michelin star chef when it comes to cooking. But he loves how submissive you’re being right now, opening your mouth whenever he gives you another bite, smiling demurely when he kisses your cheek or temple, or widening your eyes when his hand playfully reaches up your skirt and settles on your bare upper thigh.

“You’re such a great housewife, omega.” He continues to sing your praises softly, wanting to see you squirm in his lap because you’ve never been able to take a compliment. “You must’ve had a busy day today, huh? My pretty little baby omega, running my house and taking care of my baby.”

You swallow your bite of food before nodding, “I-I tried. But I didn’t manage to complete everything on my to-do list.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” you shake your head as if to reprimand yourself, “I did the laundry in the morning as well as some general cleaning up. I fed Rosie and played some games with her and then got her all dressed up in the new pink frilly dress we got for her six-month celebration. Then I took her to the park and did some groceries on the way back. I was supposed to go to that home boutique to get some new material for curtains and I was supposed to go to the post office too, but I had to skip all that because it was getting late and Rosie was getting fussy and I had to put her down for her nap and get started on dinner. I guess I didn’t plan everything out as perfectly as I thought I did.” You hang your head dejectedly.

It’s in moments like these that Steve just wants to hold you in his arms and kiss you all over and cherish you like the beautiful, perfect human being that you are. Instead, he brushes a bit of your hair behind your ear and tips your chin up till you meet his gaze.

“Baby, you know we have people to do all that, right?” He thinks back to the all the staff that he’s paying. Sure, he loves when you play housewife, how you insist on doing everything yourself. But he doesn’t want you to stretch yourself out so thin, and work yourself up too much. Especially not when he was trying to get you pregnant again. “Please tell me you at least had the driver take you.”

You’re silent, before looking up at him sheepishly, “It’s only a five-minute drive to the park and the grocery store, Steve.”

He frowns, “You know I don’t want you driving.” Omegas don’t drive.

“I know, I know. But I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

He decides to let it go, because Steve knows that marriage is about picking and choosing your battles. He shakes his head to let you know that he disapproves of this behaviour, but he also gives you a kiss on the temple, which informs you that he won’t be punishing you for this, which makes you relax and smile up at him. And how can he punish you? When you’ve been working so hard all day and so has he… and all he really wants to do is spend the night with his beautiful wife, doing all sorts of nasty, despicable things to you.

“S-Steve?”

He’s lost in thought, so when you call out his name in that shy, cute little voice of yours… well, it goes straight to his dick. He was rock hard the moment he’d entered the house, but now he’s positively about to bust a nut. You, all soft and cute, sitting in his lap and now you’re saying his name in that cute, breathy and shy way?! It’s like you were teasing him on purpose!

“Yes, baby?” He bounces you on his knee, licking his lips as he watches how your breasts bounce too. He drives his hard crotch into your butt, making you gasp slightly before you quickly recover.

“I was… uh… I was wondering if me and Rosie could visit you at work tomorrow?” You blurt out, looking so adorably shy as you immediately duck your head down again, “During lunch, maybe? I-It’s okay if you’re busy, though. It was just a thought.”

He knows you have a therapy session tomorrow morning (Steve oversees your schedule so he knows where you are at all times). He also knows that sometimes, after certain sessions (probably the ones where you talk about your parents) you get extra needy. He knows this because you text him a lot after those sessions, and call him a lot too. Normal stuff like describing how you cooked dinner or telling him about your day so far. You hadn’t made any girlfriends yet (well, there’s his mom and also a few of his colleagues’ wives who you were friendly with… but he knows you’re most comfortable with him). Once you’d called him while he was in the middle of a very important meeting, but he’d talked to you nonetheless because, well, he was the boss and he could do that. And because he knew you needed him.

“Of course, you can, baby. Just come right up to my office.”

You smile happily, “Okay, thanks! I’ll add it to my schedule. Let’s say… between one to two pm?”

Steve nods, the corners of his mouth twitching as he watches you take your phone out. You open your scheduling app to a colourful spreadsheet and quickly fill in a slot, the one right below “Therapy Session” and you label it as “Lunch with Steve and Rosie” with a bunch of hearts. He loves how organised you are, it’s the cutest and most amusing thing in the world to him. It also comes in handy in other aspects – like how Steve always has his shirts and ties all crisp and ironed and laid out for him every morning, and how his closet is always colour-coded.

He catches your lips in his, unable to keep from kissing you. God, he’s so in love with you and he can’t believe how perfect you are. Sometimes he can’t fully wrap his head around the fact that you’re his. Completely and utterly his. Because he knows he doesn’t deserve you. Not in the slightest.

But he has you. And he’s not complaining or ever letting you go.

Steve polishes off his third helping of food till the plate gleams clean, and you nod your head at him approvingly.

“Would you like some dessert, Steve? I think we have some leftover chocolate cake from last night.” (You had baked it at 2am the night before, because sometimes you did things like that and Steve had long ago stopped questioning it – especially since you’d packed him a fat slice to take to work today).

But Steve isn’t in the mood for chocolate cake right this second. He stands up quickly, with you in his arms bridal style. You squeal lightly, winding your arms up around his neck.

“I do want something sweet, baby omega. But I think you know what I want, and it’s not chocolate cake.” He murmurs huskily against your lips. Your eyes widen like they always do whenever he refers to sex, but he knows you want him just as badly. It’s the way your scent becomes so much sweeter than it already is, the way you squeeze your thighs together in a way you think is subtle but he notices every single time. It’s how he can sense your raw want and need for him through the bond you both share.

He starts walking towards the staircase with you in his arms.

“Should I tell you what I’m gonna do to you tonight, baby?”

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat so prettily, your hands looking so tiny as they trail down your chest. He can even see beads of sweat forming on your brow, and how your lips part open. All tell-tale signs of an omega who was at her most fertile and was ready to mate. (And of course, Steve knew you’d be very fertile tonight, because he kept track of things like that).

 “Mm, first I’m going to lay you down on our bed and you’re going to feed daddy, aren’t you?” Steve smirks, holding you easily with one arm while his free hand slips up to squeeze one of your breasts. As he suspected, they look big and heavy with milk, bouncing with each step he takes. Your nipples are so hard, he can see them clear as day through the thin material of your dress, and his cocks gets even harder when he sees the tiny little wet patches. “Your tits look so sore, baby. You’re gonna let daddy drink from them, aren’t you? Relieve all that pressure, right, baby omega?”

“Y-Yeah, daddy,” you pant, nodding so quickly that you forget to be shy. And now, Steve can practically smell your slick as it trickles down your legs. He takes the stairs up two at a time, keeping you firmly in his arms and watching as your tits bounce enticingly just for him.

He’d always planned to drink your milk when he got you pregnant the first time. He’d heard of other alphas doing it with their omegas, and the thought of doing it with you always turned him on to the point where he had to immediately jack off. And he finally got his chance to do it when you were still pregnant, almost about to pop and you’d begun lactating of course. Fuck, Steve had been in heaven, he still remembers the first time he’d fed from your breast. One hand cupping your pregnant belly, his mouth latched on your nipple and you gazing at him unsurely because of course you felt uncomfortable.

But Steve had loved every second of it, and so had you because he’d fingered you the whole time he drank from you, and you’d cum three times one after the other. And Steve had blown his load all over your quivering pussy, so fucking turned on by the fact that he was feeding from his pregnant omega. And then it had become a regular occurrence after that. Like if the baby had had her fill and you still felt heavy, Steve would always step in to “help out.”

“And then after I’ve drank my fill, I’m going to climb on top of you and fuck you so hard.” Steve promises you, and he swears he feels you shiver with anticipation in his arms as he carries you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. One glance at the baby monitor shows Rosie safely asleep in her nursery.

“Alpha, please!” you whine prettily, and he knows your omega senses have taken over. It’s how you’re humping against him now, your slick trailing down your legs lewdly. “N-Need you, need your knot, please, alpha, please!”

“Oh yeah? You want my knot?”

“Yes!”

“You want your alpha to cum inside your little baby omega pussy? Fill you up with my cum, then knot you so it all stays inside?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“You want me to fuck another baby into you?”

“YES, PLEASE, DADDY!”

That’s when Steve knows he has you right where he wants you. In that blissful state of complete abandon, where you leave yourself to the mercy of the omega inside you. Where you completely submit yourself to him and your own basest omega desire – mating.

Steve knows you’ve been on the fence about having another baby. The two of you had discussed it, and Steve had made it clear that he wanted a big family. You had expressed that you also wanted more babies, but you wanted to wait a while and focus on Rosie. Well, Rosie was almost seven months old now, and Steve was sure she’d love a little sibling. And then another one. And another one. And then another. And then one more. And then maybe another one after that.

He throws you on the bed, and you land on your back with a soft thud. Already, your legs are spreading on their own accord, as if you need him inside you right this second. But Steve plans on taking his own sweet time, and he salivates when he sees your cleavage, your chest heaving up and down as you breathe erratically.

He’s on top of you in a second, licking and nipping at your face like a feral beast who wants to mark his prey. He scents you heavily, till you grow lax in his arms, all submissive and needy as you stare up at him pleadingly, your nostrils twitching at his alpha scent.

“Alpha, plea– oh my!”

He rips your dress clean in half, letting out an animalistic growl when your tits spill out attractively. No bra of course. And no panties either. You weren’t allowed to wear those at home.

“S-Steve,” you gasp as he spanks your thigh and gives you a warning look, “I-I mean, daddy! Please fuck me!”

He chuckles, tweaking the stiff peak of your nipple before blowing cool air on it. He watches your features twist, your jaw go slack. “Let daddy have some fun first, baby omega. Don’t forget, you have to feed me first.”

He’s got his knee lodged between your legs and he can feel you steadily humping against it. But all he can focus on are your breasts. He rolls your sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pressing down gently before cupping your breast and squeezing it.

You moan as your milk spurts out, and Steve immediately latches on to your nipple, sucking hard. He moans around your breast, sending vibrations through your whole body when your sweet milk touches his tongue. Fuck, you taste so good, so sweet.

“That’s my good little baby,” he murmurs encouragingly, his voice slightly muffled as he tries to coax your writhing body. “Such a good little baby, breastfeeding your daddy like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Ah, ah, ah! Y-Yeah!”

“That’s right, give daddy more of your sweet mommy milk,” he sucks almost your whole breast into his mouth, so incredibly turned on by what he’s doing right now. He massages your other breast, and it squirts out milk too. Steve takes care of that, licking all over both your breasts to get the excess milk off your chest before returning to your nipple, “Tell me how much you love feeding daddy.”

“L-Love feeding daddy, love it so much, please!” You mewl pitifully, grabbing at his hair and pressing his face more into your breasts. And Steve can’t believe this is you – his shy and innocent little omega wife completely transformed into this feral creature who is currently rutting against his clothed cock.

He can’t help but surge up and kiss you, his tongue mingling with yours as he makes you taste your own milk. And you’re moaning breathily, breaking the kiss every few seconds just to beg him some more, saying “daddy, please” before biting and sucking at his lip, kissing him deeper like you can’t get enough of him.

“God, I love your mommy milk so much,” he tells you, going back to suck your other nipple. And he knows you feel immediate relief as he drains you, alleviates the pressure from your breasts as he drinks from you. He feels you stroke his hair and wrap your legs around his waist, dry humping him even more needily, like you just can’t help it.

He spanks you hard, four times in quick succession, “You’re gonna feed me your mommy milk whenever I want, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, alpha! I will!”

He grazes his teeth against your sensitive nipple, making you jump before you gives it another hearty suck, your milk still squirting out straight into his mouth, “Mm, so you’re gonna breastfeed daddy tomorrow, aren’t you? When you stop by for lunch at my office?”

“Yes!”

“Yeah? You’re gonna sit in daddy’s lap like a sweet little omega and let me suck on your tits while I do my work? Feed me your sweet mommy milk like the obedient little wife that you are?” God, Steve was so turned on, he reaches down to pull his cock out from the confines of his pants. You see it and gasp, immediately making grabby hands for it, and the smell of your arousal increases tenfold.

“Y-Yeah, daddy! W-Wanna be good for you, always wanna do what I’m told an’ be good for you,” you cry, clutching him close, “I’ll do anything for you alpha, please, please, please!”

God, you were such a good fucking omega. The perfect little wife, so innocent yet you turned into a freak in the goddamn sheets when he had you underneath him. You were almost as desperate for him as he was for you, although he knew you could never beat him at that game. He was so obsessed with you, it was unhealthy. He wanted you all the time, he thought about you all the time. To Steve, the sexiest thing in the whole world was you, and the fact that you were his property turned him on infinitely more.

He licks at your tits hungrily, lapping up all your sweet milk that he didn’t catch in his mouth the first time. And then he goes back to sucking, and he even gives your nipple a little bite, making you scream his name and hold him even tighter. And it’s then that he realises that you’ve cum, and he feels the sopping wetness of your release as you squirt all over his leg, crying like a baby as you moan his name deliriously.

“You’re a sensitive little baby, aren’t you, omega?” Steve whispers devilishly, reaching down to cup between your legs, feel your quivering pussy, your sensitive clit throbbing against his palm. “Can’t help but cum from feeding your daddy, huh?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t worry, baby omega.” He smirks, giving your sopping pussy a few slaps that make you jump and grip his shirt hard, a newfound neediness inside you. As if cumming once had left you sensitive down there yet still not satisfied, still greedy and panting for more…

“Daddy, I… Daddy, please! Need your knot, daddy please!”

You haven’t been this vocal with your neediness for a long time. Steve wonders if you’re about to go into heat, as if even your own body is telling you that it’s time to get pregnant again. Fuck, that was so hot, and he can’t help but graze his hard cock over your bare stomach, tracing your skin with his precum, making sure his scent is all over you till it seeps into your skin.

“You want my daddy dick, don’t you?” He asks you gruffly, switching to a more authoritative tone. The beast alpha inside of him is roaring awake, a natural response to how needy you’re being. He has this innate urge to control you, subdue you, pin you down and fuck you like an omega in heat deserved to be fucked.

“Yes, please, please, please!” You writhe underneath him, hips bucking up and your hands still trying to grab at his cock, trying desperately to somehow shove it inside your leaking, desperate little hole. Except he cruelly slaps your hands away, making sure he’s in complete control, not an ounce of leniency left inside him.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees. Right now, omega. Present for me.”

He watches as you pant and readily obey him. Your limbs are like jelly after your orgasm but you’re so desperate to obey him that you stumble into position readily. He loves how he never has to alpha-command you, because you’re so naturally submissive that you always listen to him no matter what. And fuck, your ass looks amazing as you get on your hands and knees, pointing it towards him and he can’t help but give it a hard smack, licking his lips at your hot little ass as it jiggles.

“Arch your back a bit more, let daddy see your little fuckhole. Mm, just like that. That’s my good little girl.” He praises you, rubbing your ass where he’s just slapped you. You’re swaying and shivering underneath him, poking backwards in an attempt to create friction. Steve smirks, gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them apart. And that’s when he’s hit with your sweet pussy scent, so hard that he almost loses control right there.

But he manages to control himself, breathing slowly as he stares down at your glistening pussy. Your cream is clear and slippery – an obvious sign that you’re ovulating and extremely fertile. Fuck, fuck, fuck – he can’t wait to fuck his baby into you.

“I’m going to breed the fuck out of you,” Steve informs you lowly, firmly gripping your hips to keep you from thrusting back against him, “it’s about time you were pregnant again, baby omega. You were made to carry my babies, and as my baby wife, that’s exactly what you’re going to do, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy!” You sob, “Please, put it inside me, daddy, please, I don’t think I can wait any longer, I just, I need–

“Tell me what you need.” Unlike you, Steve is better at keeping in control of himself. He has to be, because he’s the one in charge – and the juxtaposition of him being calm and you completely losing it, sweating and writhing naked underneath his still clothed body? God, it was so fucking hot.

“N-Need you! Need your knot!”

“Oh yeah?” He gives your ass another harsh slap, so fucking turned on by how it bounces. He jacks of lightly, rubbing the tip of his cock on your wet slit, making you shudder. “Tell me why you need it, baby.”

“B-Because I do!” You cry, earning another rough smack to your ass.

“Not good enough, baby omega. You have to tell me exactly why you want me.”

You’re crying from frustration now, he can see your delicious tears as they drip down on the sheets below you. He knows you aren’t the best at expressing yourself during sex – you’re mostly just begging him or screaming his name or being delirious. But shy little you articulating in desperate detail why you wanted him inside you? God, the idea of that makes Steve want to bust a nut right then and there.

“C-Cause I… ‘Cause I want you inside me, daddy.” You mumble shyly, but there’s nothing shy about the way your body betrays you, pressing your ass against his cock in a bid to get you to fuck him but all it does is earn you yet another slap on your poor butt.

“Do better.” He orders you, “C’mon, omega, you know you can do better. Tell daddy why you want his big daddy dick, and then I’ll decide whether you deserve–”

“PLEASE, DADDY! Want you so, so bad, please, please, please!” You sob in complete abandon, your slick pouring down your thighs, making them all shiny and the bedsheets beneath you all damp. “W-Want my big strong daddy, please, okay?! Want you to knock me up, daddy, need it so bad! Alpha, please breed me, please–OHHH FUCK!!!”

He drives his dick into you in one hard thrust. And fuck, you are so tight that he almost forgets how to breathe. Your velvety walls feel snug and tight against his thick cock, choking it almost. He feels like he’s in heaven, and that’s when his alpha instinct kicks in and he growls, reaching forward to grab your neck from behind.

“Daddy’s been waiting to fuck you all goddamn day,” he growls, tired of holding back and teasing you, and already moving his hips. He pulls his dick out of you, moaning loudly when he sees it coated in your sticky cream. God fucking dammit, you were wetter than he’d ever seen you before, like dripping your juices all over him and the bed and he hadn’t even done anything yet! “You tease me so fucking much, baby. Running around doing your cute little errands, our baby on your hip and you’re in that sexy fucking dress, all flowery and shit like you want to tease daddy, huh?”

SMACK.

He licks his lips as he spanks your ass repeatedly, his hips a blur as he fucks you hard, skin slapping against skin.

“D-Didn’t mean to tease you!” You pant, meeting his thrusts like you’re in heat, which Steve is genuinely beginning to think you are in heat. And it’s making you all submissive, saying all the right things and saying them so innocently: “J-Just wanna be a good wife for you, daddy. J-Just wanna make you happy, ah!”

“Is that right, baby omega?” Steve grabs you by the hair, yanking you up till you’re on your knees only, your back against his front. His other hand slips around to grab your breast, groping it and squeezing it hard, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. And holy fuck, you start leaking milk out again, and it gathers on his thumb. He latches his mouth on his mark on your neck, making you go lax and your mouth go slack. He shoves his thumb into your mouth, making you suck your own milk from his digit. “God, you’re so fucking kinky, baby. So innocent and cute yet so fucking kinky.”

He roughly pushes you back down, pressing your face into the mattress as the feral animal inside of him takes over once more. When his alpha instincts rile up, he has to exert his complete dominance which is why he’s being extra rough with you. Like now, as he watches you scream and bite at the bedsheets, your voice muffled as he holds you down. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger. He could really hurt you if he wanted to, because you were just a small baby omega after all. But he wouldn’t, because he loves you. He may push you over the edge, fuck you real rough and hard, but he’d never physically hurt you.

“G-Gonna make you carry my babies,” he mutters, yanking you back up and pushing you down cheek first against the mattress, so he can hear you cry clearer. “You hear me, omega? You’re my submissive little baby wife and you’re gonna carry my fucking babies.”

“I will, I will!” You sob.

He smacks your butt again, so hard that your knees give out and you fall back against the mattress but he yanks you back up by your hips. He hasn’t been this rough with you in a long time. Definitely not since you’d had the baby. You’d been weak and of course, he’d been barred from having sex with you for a few months. It was agony, but he would never want to hurt you like that. Even when the doctor gave you two the green light to have as much fun as you wanted, even then Steve held back for fear of hurting you.

But now, it’s like there’s something feral overtaking both of you. And maybe it’s because you’re ovulating and most probably at the beginning of your heat. It makes the animal inside of him purr and awaken, take his most alpha form and fuck you with abandon like he’s doing now. And it’s not like you’re complaining, in fact, you’re egging him on! Crying and sobbing and yet you continue to meet each one of his thrusts.

“How does it feel, baby? Being the future senator’s baby wife? Taking my daddy dick in your tiny tight pussy like you were made to do it?”

“L-Love being your wife!” You cry out, sounding so cute and earnest and desperate.

“Yeah? You gonna have the senator’s babies?”

“Yes, senator! G-Gonna have more of your babies, daddy! As many as you want!”

You’re so fucking delirious that you haven’t even realised what you’ve addressed him as, but it makes Steve even harder as he continues to rut against you.

“Fucking shake your ass on my daddy dick, baby. Mm, just like that, fuck! Make yourself fucking cum, omega. Is your little baby pussy gonna cry for me right now?”

His words are like magic, because your walls are already squeezing around his dick as you cum. As if you’re so hell-bent on being submissive for him, so determined to do exactly what he says that your body has somehow managed to orgasm on his command. And it makes Steve feel so goddamned powerful.

“Nngh, daddy! Oh fuck!” You whimper pathetically, and your body collapses on the bed, quivering and spent as your walls constrict around his dick, gripping him for all he’s worth as you squirt around him. Coating his dick with your omega cream, getting him so fucking close but he’s not done yet. He yanks your body back into place, continuing to fuck you hard.

“God-fucking-dammit, baby. You’ve already cum twice, huh? Your little pussy can’t ever hold it in, can you?” He scorns, despite the fact that it had been him who’d coaxed you to cum. All you can do is cry deliriously underneath him, and he knows you’re about to pass out soon. And he can’t help but be turned on at the idea of him still fucking you while you were out of it, and then when you regained consciousness, he’d still be fucking you.

Instead, he pulls out, and you immediately whine at the feeling of emptiness. Frowning and looking like you’re about to burst into tears because his dick isn’t inside you anymore, despite the fact that you were so spent already. Steve wastes no time in flipping you over till you’re flat on your back, and he can clearly see your face streaked with tears. He hikes both your legs up, pinning them on either side of your head. Folding you in half, twisting you like a goddamned pretzel just so when he eventually cums inside you, he keeps it inside you.

“Put it back in, alpha!” You beg so prettily, so breathy and weak and spent but still wanting him, “Please, put it back in!”

Steve smirks, forcing his dick back inside you. And your pussy is so slippery, so goddamned lubricated by your arousal, and yet he still has to force his way back in because of how tight you are. Because of how big and thick he is.

“You look so pretty while you’re getting bred, baby.” He chuckles breathlessly, unable to help pressing his lips on yours. It’s crazy how he feels like an animalistic alpha one second, hell bent on brutally fucking his family into you, and then the next second a glimpse of the loving husband comes out, and he needs to kiss your poor bitten, chapped lips.

And you kiss him back so readily, arms winding around his neck, pulling at his hair. The kiss is messy, and he wants to make it messier. He draws back, pressing his thick fingers between your lips to hold them open. And then he spits right inside your mouth, ordering you to swallow it. Of course, you obey immediately, and he’s so goddamned turned on by how much in charge he is. How in complete control he is. How he’s your fucking daddy, your alpha, your everything. The goddamned senator, the richest and most powerful man in New York, with his submissive little omega wife pinned down underneath him.

“Please breed me, daddy,” you beg lightly, like you’re about to faint. Your eyes flutter, but he gives you such an unbelievably hard thrust that you’re jolted back to consciousness. And he watches you carefully, watches as your eyes widen as you look down. He follows your gaze, letting out a rumble from deep within his chest when he sees what you’re staring at.

His fucking cock. Or the outline of his cock as it pokes out of your lower tummy, like the tip of it was all the way inside your goddamned womb. God fuck, he nearly busted a nut right there.

“So deep,” you marvel, making Steve puff his chest out in pride.

“Damn fucking right, omega. You can feel every inch of my daddy dick, can’t you?”

“Y-Yes, fuck!”

He presses your legs against your chest, licking his lips as he watches where you two meet. Watches his huge fucking dick drive in and out of you like it was your fucking job to take him. Your sopping pussy swallows his cock up greedily, and the lewd sounds of sex mixed in with your moans and Steve’s grunts echo around the room.

“Cute, helpless little fucking omega,” he mutters, watching how your breasts bounce at each thrust, how you cry so prettily for him each time he pistons his big dick inside you. “You were made to take my goddamned, dick, you hear me? You were made for me, baby. I’m your alpha and I fucking own this pussy. I own you and I’ll fucking breed you whenever the fuck I want.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You’d have agreed to anything he’d said at that point.

Steve grabs one of your ankles, kissing up your calf while you moan sexily. And then he licks your foot, teeth tugging at your cute anklet that he’d gifted you a few months ago. It’s got his name on it, another sign of his complete and utter ownership of you. Your toes gleam with white polish and Steve licks his lips, his dick so fucking hard because you are so fucking hot. He can’t help but lap at your foot, kissing up your instep while you moan so fucking loudly. He sucks your toes, the act almost making him bust a nut but he manages to contain himself.

“Gonna keep you pregnant all the fucking time,” He vows, his lips returning to yours. He presses his forehead against yours, forcing eye contact with you, “You hear me, omega? You’re my goddamned wife and from here on out, you’re going to always be pregnant, okay?”

“A-Always pregnant!” You agree weepily.

“Damn fucking straight. And I’ll keep you plugged up with my cum. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes!”

“You want daddy’s knot, baby?”

“YES, DADDY! PLEASE!”

Always in perfect sync, the two of you cum at the same time. Steve’s knot swells, locking his dick in place as he blows his load with an almighty roar, spilling his hot seed inside you. His dick is milked by your pulsating walls, your greedy little pussy swallowing all his cum like a good fucking girl as you squirt around him. Both your fluids mingle together, plugged inside by his knot. He angles your hips upwards, just to make sure everything stays inside you.

You’re crying and crying, clutching against him needily as you have another orgasm immediately after the one you’ve just had. And Steve’s still blowing his load inside you, he doesn’t think he’s cum this hard in his whole life, searing you from the inside out with so much cum. Alphas had a lot of cum anyways, but this was an entirely new level. He gently moves his hips, fucking his cum deeper into you, riding you through your orgasm as he cusses under his breath. Your legs shake violently as you cry, burying your head in his chest as you whimper his name over and over again.

Finally, he collapses on top of you, immediately hugging you close and letting you cry into his chest. Smothering you in his heat as you cry due to being overwhelmed, and being fucked so good that you’re delirious and don’t know what else to do.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay, I love you, I love you so much,” he coaxes you, your entire body shaking against him. You’re so well and truly spent, fucked exactly how you’d wanted to be, how you’d begged to be. And with one last bit of your strength, you wrap your legs around his waist as if to keep him inside you, and you kiss his collarbones and his neck, trying your hardest to catch your breath as you whimper how much you love him too.

It’s only after a good five minutes of this that he finally speaks.

“Baby? You with me?”

You smile weakly up at him, “Y-Yeah, daddy. That was…”

“…I know,” Steve chuckles hoarsely, kissing you all over your face before laying down beside you. You begin to whine at the lack of contact (despite the fact his dick is still inside you) and so he pulls you on top of him, and you lie there with your head on his chest. And he feels so content, his beautiful wife on top of him, naked and sweaty and thoroughly bred as he traces his name on your bare back.

It doesn’t take long for a smug smile to touch his lips, proud of how thoroughly he’s fucked you. But he doesn’t say anything, neither of you do. You just lay there, basking in each other. Steve admits it’s nice, because this is what he’d been missing all day at work. And he loves you so fucking much.

“Baby?” He asks after several minutes.

“Yeah, daddy?”

“You ready for round two?”

THE END SKAFALAL

I think it's safe to say omega is definitely gonna be pregnant again after this one shot!! PLEASE let me know what you think!!! Fav parts, diallogue ANYTHINGGG thank you! ily ily

[ghxstlly]

Feanger when things get rough

As we all well know, relationships are not always sunshine and rainbows. Couples won't always get along, and can go through periods of awkwardness or anger that can make a romantic courtship really rocky at times. Fear and Anger are not exempt from this.

In my opinion, fostering a ship can be a surprisingly rewarding creative endeavor when you delve into the more negative aspects of a pairing— things they argue and fight about and have to make up over. Don't get me wrong, their happiness and chemistry is the #1 thing that makes a ship so fun to play with. But thinking what makes it tick is an undervalued way to really flesh your ship out in the theatre of your mind.

That said, what do I think makes Feanger tick?

Ramblings under the cut

Anger is a person who has a lot of judgemental thoughts and opinions about others— that's just the way he is. It's one of the pillars of his character, and causes him to be blunt/short with others. It isn't that he's necessarily trying to be malicious or hurtful, it's moreso that what he thinks is right and what he thinks others ought to do or be is often at the forefront of his mind when interacting with his colleagues.

And while a lot of that stuff is not expressed, his temper can cause some of these opinions to burst out in a way that is usually tactless and/or hurtful.

Anger is also not a person who apologizes. Seldom does he feel he's in the wrong after doing or saying something, it's part of his bluntness and sometimes harsh ways of going about things.

Combine these two negative traits, and you can end up with arguments or fights where potentially hurtful things are said but not apologized for, because although Anger wouldn't normally say them out loud, oftentimes he still believes them to be true. Again, it isn't a matter of him being abusive or intentionally malicious, he's just overly opinionated/judgemental.

Fear is not necessarily a person who can easily handle that kind of scrutiny. Although words of that sort sting him about just as much as they'd sting anyone, no more no less, it's the self doubt and stress that manifests as a result that gets to him. Insults and jabs he can handle fine, in fact he's just as capable of saying things in the heat of the moment that have the potential to be hurtful, but afterwards, while they "cool down," anxious thoughts form that maybe Anger doesn't like him as much as he thought he did, and a wide gap forms between them where he and Anger seldom speak or interact.

It's an uncomfortable, mutual "shunning" that occurs, wherein Fear grapples with the anxiety that they may never be close again while Anger gradually becomes remorseful but is either too hesitant or too proud to act on it.

The longest I would imagine this going on for is a full week and a half, the shortest, maybe four days. During that time, starting out in a mutually upset state, they "cool down" over time and slowly come back together until some semblace of an apology occurs. While this is usually implicit, that is to say, the apology is made without ever actually saying the words, Fear will sometimes find something to explicitly apologize for, mostly for his own reassurance as arguments/fights with Anger tend to take a toll on his self-image and perception of his role in their relationship.

Now, I know all that sounds rough, but something I'd like to make sure is said is that while Anger almost always means the hurtful things he says during moments of high stress (even if the wording is a little skewed from the actual opinion), he is equally honest with his reassurances and praise (even if he sometimes has a difficult time expressing them), which is a fact Fear is aware of and trusts.

Ultimately the relationship between Fear and Anger stands on the pillars of mutual respect and trust. They are aware of one another's weakness and where their own strengths compliment the other's, which helps them understand one another and strengthen their bond.

And although they have moments where their big personalities clash in less-than-pretty explosions of nasty emotions, they always manage to get through it. :) 💜❤

[ayaitch]

Part III of my attempt at Kallus whump and (partial) Ghost family feels! Part I is here; Part II is here.

Summary: During the war, Hera, Zeb, Sabine, and Kallus go on a rescue mission for some beings who are being held prisoner by pirate slavers in a naturally-occurring cave system someplace. During the mission they become trapped and must escape.

“Okay, we need to be ready,” Hera said.  “Zeb, can you get everyone close to the edge of that water and have them ready to go?  We don’t know if the pirates are still waiting out there, so we need to be quick and ready.  As soon as we can get a signal out, we need to comm for our ride out of here.”

Hera’s voice was firm, in control, but Zeb had known her for too long.  She was just as scared and unsure as he was.  But this was what generals did.  They weighed the information available and made the needed sacrifices for the greater good.

“For the greater good…”

Kallus had always clung to that.  He had confided in Zeb one night when it had just been the two of them after the others had gone to sleep, that when he was with the Empire it was his mantra every night while he tried to fall asleep.  Whenever he was ordered to do something that didn’t feel right, he would reassure himself later that it was fine because it was for the greater good.  That the scales of right and wrong would equalize one day, and he would be able to accept that he had done what he could to bring that better day about by the sacrifices needed currently.

It had never really worked for him, but he still used it now, reminding himself daily how the Empire needed to be stopped at any cost.  Even the cost of the people he had known; who had families of their own waiting for them.

Shaking himself from the wisps of memory, Zeb nodded to Hera, acknowledging her request, and moved off to begin herding the prisoners to their soon to be exit point.

“Two minutes.”

Since when was six minutes so long?

The prisoners were more than happy to listen to Zeb’s directions, huddling to the side of the water where it would drain enough for them to swim the rest of the way out of the cavern.

“Three minutes.”

A loud, metallic clang, followed Sabine’s announcement.  The water gurgled, and the slow but sure chugging of gears began, shifting mechanisms and starting their processes.  The water began to drain.  A chorus of hopeful murmurings began amongst the prisoners who had no idea, or care, that someone may not make it out for their sakes.

“Four minutes.”

“You all need to be ready to leave,” Zeb instructed the prisoners.  He was distracted by Sabine’s timing, scarcely able to address the prisoners directly.  His ears twitched as he tried to focus.  “When the water is low enough, get swimming.  Help the ones who need it.  We’re making it out of here together.”

Together.

He and Kallus had been ‘together’ just enough for Zeb to know his heart was in danger if Kallus didn’t make it out of this.

“Five minutes…”

Sabine’s voice was pitched high from her stress.  This was about it.  The limit.  Kallus had said his personal best was about six minutes, but that was during his training.  How long ago was that?  If it was a personal best, then there were personal worsts.  What if Kallus wasn’t up to form today and couldn’t make it past a four minute mark?

He had to be.  He’d promised he could make it.  Where was he?

“Zeb, do you…  You’re all right with this?”

“It’s fine, Kal.  What’re you so worried about.”

“Zeb…”

“I think there’s something here, don’t you?”

“I do.  It’s not that I don’t.  It’s just…”

“You gotta stop overthinking stuff.  You’re an honorable man, and…  That means more to me than a lotta things when choosing someone to be with.”

They hadn’t kissed or anything.  There hadn’t been any declarations yet.  But Zeb felt he had shown Kallus that he would be more than happy to move onto that step.  So far, they had only ever exchanged furtive touches.  Light caresses that conveyed a longing Zeb hadn’t ever felt in his prior relationships.

“Six minutes…”

Part IV

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Wip ask game: more of bat-swap please?

The basic “Body swap” idea but played entirely seriously in how uncomfortable it physically is and the ramifications it has on peoples views of the other, Bruce is taking the switch as his golden opportunity to figure out Captain Marvels identity and Billy is over at the manor silently stressing + everything else around them going haywire. My thought process as I write being “Comics have done weirder for a run” and the fact it’s a fanfiction written for me and others as equally insane as I am. I’ve got the same ending in mind as I did at the beginning, but y’all are just going to have to wait to see how the second half of this fic plays out

Being entirely honest, I’m just loving all the love people have been giving this fic. Love the bookmarks people leave, the comments, the fact there’s people coming here to scream with me about it. Lately bc of my typical summer slump and changes in how to write and with what tools have messed me up so it’s been a slower process getting it out. Yes, it’s taking a while but we’re getting back to it slowly but surely.

During the first drafts of this whole deal I planned for more initial hostility from the batfam to cap, plus him getting figured out quicker but that just wasn’t much fun trying to flesh out. Eventually it all just ballooned into a 40 chapters for an ~4 day period and suddenly there’s 10 other fics in the works. So while there’s all that going on, here’s a snippet for a future chapter (that may or may not get whittled down)

(Spoilers for the chapter following ch 40, just incase)

“Is there a reason other than “Because I’m Batman.” as to why you have your own private Zeta to your office here?” Billy gestured to the much more sized down Batcave of the Watchtower, only holding a few spare suits in cases and an extra Batcomputer compared to the meticulously thought out hoarding problem his home cave was. Bruce simply made a noncommittal hum as he stepped off the smaller platform, having instructed Billy to wait on the much larger one in the cave feeling like the child sent to another room so a parent could berate their kids without an impressionable witness.

He didn’t like being treated like any kid of child in any kind of scenario, but with the stress that weighed on him the past few days and his anxieties finally bursting out of their bubble in a mess of tears he was kinda happy he didn’t need to see Bruce take the long way in telling his kids that under no circumstances were they to keep investigating into him. It wouldn’t work, Billy knew a few of them too well and knew their teacher in all things detective-y would never take that order seriously and neither would his oh-so prodigal pupils that had long since outgrown him and his orders. But, Billy could hope, and so he did and would continue to do.

He’s made it just about six years and through a lot of crazy stuff in the meantime, he can believe in good for goodness's sake and hope a few days longer until he can fly back home and stay home.

The Achillean thought of simply wrapping himself in blankets and refusing to ever talk to another bat becomes tempting for all of one moment, when he snaps out of his own head and follows Bruce off the platform.

“SHA—!” Billy covers Bruce’s mouth, “You can just say it like a normal person or whisper it.” He informs matter-a-factly, and Bruce listens, thankfully. Quietly saying the word so there’s a small bolt of lightning that crackles as he turns back into Billy without making the whole base go Code Red with a sudden powerful electrical surge caused by magic thunder ripping through everything. The jarring feeling of seeing his body twisted into someone’s else’s ideal made all the more uncomfortable at seeing Batman use his face to convey his usual stoicism in the face of absolute insanity.

[blackreaderfics]

I saw a tianami tik tok the other day and they had a kid 😭 wanna know your thoughts on how they would be as parents? They would be so cute!

I think I know what TikTok you’re talking about 😭 but ok here are my thoughts:

Nanami would go on paternity leave and it’s his first vacation like ever since he joined the company. And everyone’s like wow you’re going on vacation?? but he’s like no my wife’s having a baby. Literally no one knew he was even married 😭 he doesn’t talk about family at work and he doesn’t wear a ring so this is a shock to everyone.

But as parents Tiana and Nanami are the perfect team. He doesn’t ascribe to rigid gendered norms for parenting. They do an equal share of the parental labor especially when he’s not working. Somehow he looks less exhausted when he has to deal with a baby all day than when he has to work🥹

As for Tiana she’s also someone who doesn’t really take vacation so having to go on maternity leave makes her restless. Like she ends up doing tons of stuff around the house just to keep busy. When Nanami is off work he makes sure she doesn’t lift a finger. He wants to relieve her stress. I think he would prefer if she didn’t work but it’s ultimately up to her.

I haven’t decided but they would either have one kid or two kids but I’m leaning towards one.

Nanami’s a girl dad! Why? Because I said so! 😁 she’d probably have a name that translates well in English and Japanese like “Mina”. I think their kid would definitely have both their personalities. Would have a quiet confidence about them. You know those kids who are like mini adults 😭 that’s their kid. She started speaking early for their age and speaks English and Japanese (it’s a bilingual household‼️) Nanami speaks to his child like an adult too like he doesn’t speak down or use baby talk.

Both of them would be extremely supportive of their child’s dreams and ambitions. Especially since Tiana was able to make her dream come true. Nanami also respects his child as their own person not as an extension of himself. That’s probably why would probably want to raise his child outside of Japan and escape the expectations of rigid education system and exhausting work culture Japan has.

He’s willing to do silly things just to make his kid happy like letting them ride on his back and pretending he’s a lion. Tiana walks in on them because it’s time for bed and is like so amused like “what are you two doing?” And in the most deadpan voice he’s like “I’m a lion and she’s a princess”

“ok well mr.lion it’s time for the princess to go to bed”

“Apologies, princess, the queen has requested you rest now”

“aww but I’m not sleepy yet”

Tiana would obviously be so great with children (she’s a Disney princess like…) but I don’t think nanami is naturally good with children (though children seem to gravitate towards him) but he’s the perfect parent for his own child.

[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

In SMB can I have an in depth analysis on how far and deep Portia (and her daughters sans Pen), El, and Colin went to drive away suitors? Because I truly want to know why it was so deeply ingrained in Pen's mind that she was undesirable when she had more than a handful of suitors lining up to court her. And where the rest of the Bridgertons also doing their own way of driving away any suitors? (Like maybe subconsciously they knew Pen belonged with Colin so they're doing there part to keep these undeserving lechers away from her until Colin finally gets his head out of his ass and marry her already!!). And what was their thought process on the whole thing like do they think these men were unworthy or were they saving her for Colin or something? Or maybe the ton thought it was a lost cause because it was obvious that Pen was a Bridgerton and no one had the guts to take her away? I'm so glad you said you love character studies because I also love your complex characterization of my favorite characters

Dearest Anon, SMB readers should thank you for the 3109 words your ask has prompted me to write… I would share it but I think it's a little too spoilery so it will be waiting with the rest of my extra scenes stuff to see the light of day.

I can't share with you Portia, Prudence, Phillipa, Felicity and Eloise's methods, reasons and techniques.

BUT

I can tell you about Colin and the other Bridgertons (+ the Ton lol).

Colin: To put it bluntly... Colin didn't think he had suitors to compete against. It was so obvious to the watching eye that Penelope favoured him most out of all men. It was so very obvious his family adored and sheltered her from the rest of the ton. He was arrogantly sure that his Pen was well and growing up safely under the eye of his family. He was the danger. He was the monster too obsessed and full of desire to ruin the innocent sweet girl who knocked him from his horse. Colin knew... once he had her, worshipped her with his attention, there would be no letting her go. He trusted his siblings (he trusted Eloise) to keep his bonnet assassin safe and loved until she was ready for his taking. He did not expect his own arrogance to be his downfall... or for his Bonnet Assassin to be a trickster vixen in disguise.

Anthony: Penelope Featherington was another little sister, one unexpected but welcome. She endeared herself to him the very first day she visited for tea and managed to calm Eloise completely with a simple whisper of his sister's name. He embraced her as part of the family that very same day when she easily diffused another vicious fight between Colin and Eloise in the making. All it had taken was a giggle and a pun-formatted quip for the brewing tension to completely diffuse. Anthony had not needed to stress over Eloise and Colin so long as Penelope Featherington were in radius. He had never truly thought of how her courtships might affect his siblings. Not until Eloise laid out her terms for her own courtships and demanded he extend his protection to Penelope. It was an easy agreement. But he had not expected the begrudging respect he felt towards Portia Featherington for her truly underhanded methods of testing men interested in marrying her daughters. Anthony had always wished to be like a dragon as a child when he imagined protecting his sisters... but Portia Featherington proved snakes could be just as dangerous as dragons. She shed skin as a dragon would scale and was ruthlessly cruel to men unworthy. Anthony had learnt his lesson after Daphne wedded Simon that good intentions don't always equal happiness...and after his own wedding, he could certainly understand why mamas fought fiercely to see their children married. But it was hard not to despise the woman for her cruelty towards her own daughter. It was why he was grateful to his mother for taking Penelope under her kind care. It was why he vowed to ensure every London suitor who thought to take his chances with Penelope Featherington would need to be the best of the best. Anthony decided he would be a test for the men, for if they could not please him then they most certainly would not please Portia Featherington. What use was introducing Penelope to a sir and risking her heart to the man if Portia Featherington might very well decide to refuse the match? Penelope was another sister to mind, another family member to care for, he would not see her unhappy and she deserved to know love just as any other Bridgerton secretly endeavoured to experience.

Benedict: It was most probably his artist nature that allowed him so much insight into the undeniable fate that awaited Penelope Featherington and his fool of a brother. Benedict simply enjoyed the show as one should when something so obvious was simply meant to be. He barely did much when it came to Penelope Featherington’s courtships. What could he do when her Mama was a militant woman always on guard for her daughters; When his sister Eloise acted like a mad dog with a vicious bark when any man even dared to think of moving closer to her self-declared soul-sister? Not to mention his very own Viscount brother who took to vetoing every possible suitor Penelope might have as if she were his very own daughter. There really was nothing else for Benedict to do but babysit his Viscount brother and ensure certain lines were not crossed. So long as Penelope remained unattached, Benedict had no real fears. Colin would tire of his travelling soon enough and Penelope was no longer a girl, considering the scandalous history their Bridgerton marriages tended to have, Benedict rather expected there’d be a repeat. He was content to be entertained by this incredibly long courtship between an idiot and a sweet girl.

Daphne: She always thought it a shame that no man beyond Colin seemed to catch Penelope’s attention. The one time she thought to maybe matchmake Penelope with a suitor, Simon quickly interfered and warned her away from such thoughts. “I assure you dearest, your brothers have everything well in hand when it comes to Miss Featherington’s courtships” Simon had wryly placated. It was probably pity and sympathy that had Daphne accepting her husband’s words. She knew how overbearing Anthony’s protective nature could be. And yet… a part of her felt nothing but relief in knowing Anthony was watching over Penelope’s courtships. A part of her was too terrified to entertain the catastrophe that might occur had Colin come home to his dear friend married and possibly with a babe.

Francesca: She had tried once, and only once, to matchmake Penelope Featherington with a suitor. All she had done was suggest a name, encourage a dance, and wonder at what might happen. When Michael had dramatically recounted to her and John his experience in attempting to get to know Penelope Featherington, Francesca decided she would never attempt such a thing ever again. Michael liked to dramatically whine that he was still very much scarred from the experience…. Francesca could never be sure of how honest his words were. Surely…. Surely the Featheringtons could not be so devious? Surely her brothers were not so intimidating. Michael had been to war for goodness sake! Still…. Never again will Francesca try to matchmake Penelope Featherington… especially if Colin were to be home.

(Greg and Hyacinth are too young to be given a perspective for this bit, they were busy growing up as children do lol)

The Ton: Penelope Featherington was forbidden fruit to many gentlemen, a temptation for how fiercely guarded she was by Featherington’s and Bridgerton’s alike. She was a challenge many young wannabe rakes wished to add to their lists. She was a weakness many resentful men recognised when it came to the Bridgertons (most specifically Colin Bridgerton). She was a target for the men who still had business to settle with her dead father. She was Portia reincarnated for the mamas who remembered Portia Featherington before her Featherington name. She was a vision of envy for many ladies who starved and hungered at balls. She was the source of jealousy for many insecure ladies who appeared so perfectly in line with what was considered the standard for beauty. Penelope Featherington was not to be touched….. for some suspected there to be a curse placed on the girl. How else could they explain her misfortune in the marriage mart when she was a vision of temptation and desire? How else could they explain the suspicious disappearances and bankruptcy of most Lords and men that showed interest in her beyond the gentlemanly kind? What other reason could there be to explain how every cruelly whispered word about the girl was met with an unhappy end to what was thought to be a joyous marriage? It was why Lady Whistledown was desperately revered by the ton… because it was only Lady Whistledown who had yet to suffer for her cruel words written and shared about the Featheringtons. The ton was hopeful the anonymous lady survived the wrath of the Featheringtons for every insult she directed toward the other worldly favoured  Penelope Featherington.  

;)

[beatcroc]

@midnightcityx0x0 I'm not reblogging that fuckmassive post AGAIN but this got too long for a reply so. On its own post now

Anyway i actually have so much trouble thinking of anything for gustavo ever lmao. Everything i have for him I've adopted from other people; rem [brickattack] as mentioned on the big post, and @synthlet/softersynths for a lot of other things. [and a couple others too but iirc synths was the one who started those ppl on it as well gfjdjds] which is to say, you'd probably get better/more interesting answers from those guys :p but yeah, fp and gus are pretty close. It's the general exposure/familiarity, the fact that fp is just a happy/pleasant and easy-to-like dude personality-wise, and for gus specifically there's also a level of "he shares a lot of traits with peppino, without peppino's Baggage™"

that last point is very very interesting but i dont know if i'd Actually get to doing a lot with it bc i typically make fake pep His Own Guy, with his similarities to peppino being almost sort of coincidental. i really really really like coming at peppino and fake pep from the "equals and opposites" angle, which like, that Can still apply for that last bit abt gus, but it's not something i've put a lot of thought into. it's also just fuckin hard to articulate outside of just showing it lmao. [i mentioned like, predator/prey animal nervousness + their reactions to fear vs aggression on the other post but to pull one for here: fake pep still has his own brand of Baggage to deal with too--different stuff than peppino's--but fp is way more open about it when it comes up as opposed to peppino having 50 fuckin walls about everything.

besides that, i also see a lot of general banter about gus being a very Nature Guy™ who likes to find beauty in all the weird fucked up shit nature does [especially in a world as cartoony as theirs], which i enjoy a lot bc girl same. fp may be the farthest thing from natural, but i certainly think there is a lot of beauty to be found in his fucked-up-ness. and i'm sure gustavo sees it too.

and then a fun one i've come into pretty recently for them is that they both care abt peppino a lot, but peppino is very bad at...being cared for. so because you can rarely approach pep directly about anything if it involves vulnerability [again: 50 fuckin walls], and because they both know him very well in different ways and can get through to him about different things, they end up working together a lot in sort of a conspiratory way. plotting scheming etc. 'have you noticed anything wrong lately + how are we going to help this guy out today', that sort of thing. the idea there can go a lot of ways but i'm partial to them using like goofy cartoon antics to set him up for something that'll be beneficial to him. [also brick is in on it too technically but brick is a rat and therefore only sapient when it's funny.] peppino rarely realizes what theyre doing until it's too late. get loved idiot

TANGENTIAL. DONT even get me started on the angst oh my god. you. i am pointing at you you made me think about this. i am not usually one who likes doing angst or making things excessively bad for the hell of it but. a bitch may be considering. under cut bc its unrelated to gustavo stuff but this is as good an excuse as any to share. [+ also extra thoughts on it bc of COURSE]

so i said that at the end there but then a few hours later i found myself toying around with a script and getting a good way to set it up.... im hoping i hit a roadblock on it and drop it because if i DO end up getting it all the way written i will definitely end up drawing it at some point and that would be uh... a big undertaking. it would also be one of the last ones i do bc there's other stuff i still want to build on, so IF, i cannot stress enough IF i go to make it a thing for real, it won't be this year.

for the bits i have so far though it's interesting how much it's shaping up to be like. a showcase of just how well peppino knows fp. which is surprisingly well? even better than gus, despite gus' being WAY more emotionally perceptive. peppino doesn't engage with fp more than necessary and rarely acts interested in his business, but i do think he spends a lot of time just... observing him. if only because pep is neurotic and anxious and fp is weird and freaky so it is a constant thing of "ok what the hell is this. is this something i need to be worried about?" whenever fp is doing shit, and the answer is always ''no'', but it's the sort of instinct that never leaves you yknow. so he's just very familiar with all fp's mannerisms and reactions and whatnot, even if he doesn't really use that knowledge much.......except when things go south. he's a lot more perceptive of fp acting 'wrong' or 'off' compared to gus, who would just be seeing it on a more normal 'aw he looked upset' kind of level.

i talk a lot abt fp's nervousness but the other negative thing that's just as strong with him is frustration. it doesn't usually get to him too bad, and he doesn't really show it around people outside of the occasional eyeroll; but it's stuff like not being able to communicate properly with anyone and getting constantly [negatively] misinterpreted; knowing he's Kinda Shite at his "purpose" [i.e. being 'better peppino' or whatever] and not being able to do anything about it [i don't think he cares about that much any more but i imagine it's still gotta be a bit annoying to remember]; not getting closure for like Anything that happened at the tower, etc... and while i DON'T think this would be the kind of thing to make him go berserk [i still don't really have any idea or framing for that lol; the script starts off a couple weeks in the aftermath and i pointedly don't do flashbacks], it's definitely the kind of thing that would get exacerbated by isolation. the kind of thing that's easy to focus on and spiral about without anyone to ground him; the kind of thing that could keep him from thinking clearly and he might just need to Take It Out on something after awhile.

peppino remains a terrible mediator but he is wildly resilient and tenacious, and if you need a guy to slap some sense into you... i mean he can very literally do that, and do it better than just about anyone.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

@gay-salt-amber asked: "Y'know, what if one by one Kalim introduces his bfs to his parents? Like he knows they'll never accept them but he's mostly doing it so his siblings can meet his partners and stuff They meet esther first Kalimes parents are mad that kalims friends with a vampire and blah blah blah...imagine esther going off on their asses Hcs?"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~!

I can see Kalim bringing them all on vacation to the Scalding Sands to do this slowly but surely but with every partner it goes bad with the parents but with the siblings they're just impressed and amazed by them all!

Headcanons:

As you mentioned, Esther would volunteer first to spade their loves of the stress of it

Things would start to go well with this vacation, with some discomfort of the family trying to shame Jamil for not being 100% like a servant by helping with the bags and walking hands and feet for everyone there as "Kalim's guests" and ignore they're also Jamil's friends/guests even though the others insisted to give Jamil a break a bit and that they can take their own luggage

While showing around town, the two ran into Najma (Cater: deja-vu-)

Like I mentioned before she knew WAY early something was afoot with her brother and their master, even more when she started to notice the hugs and looks when playing Basketball with Jamil's supposed "basketball buddies who annoyed him"

So Kalim decided to do the whole parents meeting Esther, his beautiful sexy and smart nonbinary Queer Icon vampire partner, about the third day of vacation and have day one is relaxing from traveling and second day being sight seeing and fun and meeting the siblings more

My goodness does meeting Kalim's 30+ siblings suddenly make a lot of their hearts long for a big family with their golden sunshine baby boy

Kalim and the others were melting a lot seeing Leona, Malleus, Silver, Esther, Lilia, Ace, Floyd, Trey, and Rook good with the kids

Like Leona slowly "dying" when the kid played fight with him, " Oh no... I'm dying... Ruggie, tell my nephew...I love him *dying noises* "

Seeing Lilia and Malleus and Silver in a funny circle holding some kids with Malleus having one of Kalim's little sisters on his lap standing and holding his horns and every time she moves he makes some car engine noises which makes her burst into giggles, Lilia bouncing a toddler and humming a little Celtic ditty, and Silver letting two girl put flowers in his hair

Esther dancing a bit with a curious toddler and turning into his bat form and flying around which makes said toddler and others laugh and reach

Ace having a kid on his back, one clinging to his front, and two on his arms as he does hand magic for them

Floyd was having fun with the kids giving piggy backs and running around and doing this to one

YOU CANNOT WATCH THE VIDEO AND NOT SEE FLOYD WITH A KID!

He also had a funny moment with a kid when they asked about his and Jade's eyes; Floyd: That's just our heterochromia Kid: You're scared of straight people Jade: *laughing* Floyd: *laughs* Yes! *playfully lifts the child in a silly voice* Straight people be craaaaazay~!

Trey playing "chef" with the little little ones and using Doodle Suit a bit to make things happened, he did this to them later (with permissions from Kalim of course) to make their vegetables taste like their favorite desserts. He does this for Kalim sometimes when they started dating

And Rook is just a natural with this pack of children and toddlers and teens alike, braiding some's hairs, talking to them as equals and enjoying the babbled imaginative stories he's hearing, and rolling around playing with all of them

So by the time the introduction happened the siblings and young cousins are having a good time with the lovers and are happy to hear Jamil is also a romantic partner of Kalim's

Kalim proudly took Esther's hand and introduced bat as his partner to the parents

They are shocked and disgusted to say the least and mutter "pishacha"

Ace leans to Jamil and whispered, "what's a pishacha?" Jamil whispers back, "It's a name of a demon in our religion. It's a blood and flesh eating creature that some people are made from people's evils." Ace's face scrunch up, "That's kind of racists-" Jamil nods, "Yes it is"

Kalim's parents were imminently scolding Kalim for bringing "that" into their home and demanding him to "break out of it's spell and break up with it" Arie was about ready to chuck a wine glass at them for saying that

Then Esther opened their mouth and just rips them a new one

"How dare you-" and "You treat you son like this-" and "You mother fuckers-" was just some wonderful starting gems of a whole five(5) minutes of bat going off none stop and interrupting whenever the parents tried to stop and speak up with a "AND ANOTHER THING-"

Everyone's watching in complete awe and Kalim, Arie, Jamil, Azul, and Silver are finding this weirdly hot and they can't explain why while Chenya finds it hot and knows why

The night ended for all early because of that and they spend the night in town comforting Esther they best they all could

They all ate some street food, dance to some music, and enjoyed the time of the Scalding Sands being perfectly surreal beauty of the night

Think that fun as hell scene from prince of Egypt where Moses is growing with his people

This song

Rollo never been more in love seeing his lovers dance with the stars freely while Kalim is bring so much joy without magic and money, he even joined the dancing which is rare!

Esther felt better from the name calling after this night since regardless being called a "flesh eating demon of people's evil" still stings from your boyfriend's parents

Their might've been a newspaper story of that night with rumors of Kalim kissing a unknown beauty with skin as pale as the moon while his servant hugs said mysterious person from behind but Jamil and Kalim don't care, no one actually knows it's Kalim or that's Esther but them but just didn't care of the earful from Kalim's father of "Do you have any idea what rumors are being told of our family name?!"

The vacation did spark some sweet lyrics for Esther

Sorry if this is weird but the ask ate itself away while I was finishing up the ask and I just copy paste everything again

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Author Question Tag Game Thing

Awww, thank you so much for tagging me, @cobrafantasies! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

278

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

too high 😂

3. What fandoms do you write for?

SamBucky mostly, but I've done other ships

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You’re a Sunflower (I Think Your Love Would Be Too Much)  Bucky Quest 2K14 Bucky Quest 2K15  How Had He Not Seen It Sooner? Wakanda Watch 2K17

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to, but then I got so behind on them that it's kind of stressful to think about. I'm sorry if I haven't responded to a comment 😅 I love comments dearly and I'm sorry I haven't been responding, please keep commenting.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm more of a happy endings person, buuuut I've written a few with semi-angsty endings. I'd say then like a sinner before the gates of heaven (I’ll come crawling back to you) has the one of the angstier endings I've made.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my endings are happy, but Bucky Quest probably is one of my favorite happy endings out of the ones I've made.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't say that's something I usually do. Perhaps criticize if something needs to be said, but for the most part, I just like to say nice things to people because writing is hard, especially something free like fanfiction, and I want to make people feel like they're appreciated 🥺

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Mostly adorable, dorky people in love being goofy who happen to be doing something steamy.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not usually, no. I can't think of one that I've done, actually.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so. I feel like someone would tell me if it happened, though.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yup! Bucky Quest has a Spanish translation!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Several fics. My favorite was probably the multi-creator collab Water They Waiting For 🥰

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

SamBucky definitely 😆

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My Art Thief!Bucky, PI!Sam fic. It's written. I just don't know if I'm happy with it. And do people still want to see it even??? I have no clue lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

Description is a strength of mine as well as comedy 😆 I think I'm pretty good at characters and dialogue too but maybe other people who read my work will know better haha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing. I have such a bad time sitting down and reading my work out loud to get all the grammar things and make sure it's coherent. Not because I don't like my work, but because I like writing more than reading if that makes sense? And I suck at catching grammar and typo problems in my own work haha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Sometimes I translate. I've definitely done that before or looked up a song in a different language other than English. I try not to translate too much since I won't say languages are my forte, though, I can at least understand Spanish okay (eight years of Spanish will do that for a person, though, I wish I was better at actually writing it). I've translated stuff into Morse code even. Sometimes, I just say it's in another language and italicize the dialogue. If you're scared of translating and don't want to mess up, that's not the worst trick.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Naruto. Don't look at me 😂

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I don't have favorites, I love my babies equally. Though I will say I do truly enjoy Buffy Burnes Ph.D. the Scientific Illustrator Roommate, The Meeting of Branchus and Apollo, and The Bone Man dearly.

No pressure, tagging: @sambambucky @questinwitchface @sassysambucky @saryasy @firstelevens

[astralix]

  Act 016 No One Else To Turn To

Pretty Guardian ✶ Sailor Moon

Characters: Original Characters, Canon Characters-mentioned Rating: Teen, Older Teen Genre: Angst, Action, Fantasy (Magical Girl) Song: “Nobody’s Home” Avril Lavigne

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon.  I only own my versions of the Zodiac Senshi, Phoenix, Andromeda and Ophiuchus.

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Her feeling she hides, her dreams she can’t find She’s losing her mind, she’s fallen behind She can’t find her place, she’s losin’ her faith She’s fallen from grace, she’s all over the place Yeah

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  The last time she had to come to this place was because she could not pay her rent.  She had done all she could and this was the last resort.  She did not get the money on time, and she had to be evicted from her apartment.  She was told she was not part of the family anymore so why was she there?  She should lean on her uncle and the job she had.  However, the money was not enough and she felt she overstayed her welcome with her uncle’s family.

It was not until her uncle found her living on the streets again that she asked to stay as a tenant in the apartment above his restaurant.  She could hardly believe it.  She was happy and cried.  She asked her uncle if he was sure, and he told her he was positive.  He also needed someone living in there to make sure the doors and windows were locked in the restaurant.  She had covered her mouth.

“I … overstayed my welcome, Uncle.  How could I repay you?”

“Think nothing of it, Kyou-chan.  I need someone to make sure the doors, windows and lights are tended to in the restaurant below.  It’s a mutual trade.”

Kyoumi had beamed.

However, today, she was not sure what to do.  A monster had gotten into the apartment after taking the crystal belonging to her uncle.  Her friends were suddenly switching over to the other side in a process called “eclipsing”.  It was strange and she needed to talk to someone about how she was feeling.  How scared she was.  She missed her brothers before they became bullies to her.

She knocked on the door.  At first, there was no answer.  She knocked again and heard a shout to quit the knocking.  She stopped as she heard footsteps stomp on the floor.  Kyoumi exhaled in relief when she saw the older brother she wanted to see.

Equally dark colored eyes widened when he saw her.  “Kyou … mi… what are you doing over here?” he asked, shocked.  “You don’t live here anymore.”

“I know I don’t, but… I really need to talk.  I …”  She looked down, fumbled with her fingers before she looked back at her brother.  “I’m in a lot of stress lately.  I know we don’t talk anymore, but I can’t reach our Uncle.”

“That’s strange and I’m sorry to hear that, but you don’t really come back here anymore when we’re in dire straits…” her brother answered.  “You don’t call us.  You don’t ask us how we’re doing or feeling.  And yet you come back here and…”  He stopped when he saw her eyes well up with tears.  “Goddammit, Kyoumi.”

“It’s just… I … need a drive over t–” Kyoumi said.

“No, Kyoumi.  You wanted emancipation from our parents and you got it.  What more do you want from us?  You already begged for money.”  Her brother stated.

“I didn’t get any money.  I didn’t get anything.  All I got was abuse from all of you, so don’t start with me saying how it’s my fault I ruined everything,” Kyoumi said.  “The least you could do is help me for once like when we were little kids.  Before you started bullying me like Mom and Dad!  I count pennies.  I go hungry for a period of time.  I’m grateful for the roof over my head, but well a monster is sitting in it so I have nowhere to stay.  And my friends are all acting weird because of this monster.”

“Now that’s just crazy talk!” her brother called.  “You came over here to tell me something like when we were kids how you saw fairies and stuff?”

Kyoumi found an image in her phone to show her brother.  “This is the monster that is in my home!  This is the monster that told me it took Uncle and his family away.  It gave them to its master.”  It was an ominous creature with elongated arms and wings.  It looked like a stereotypical demon.

Eyes widened, but all her brother did was go back into the house and slam the door shut.

“Damn it, Daizou!” She knocked on the door again.  “Are you going to help me or not?”

No answer.  All she heard was her brother deadbolting the door.  Great, now he was going to tell her other brother she was crazy too.  Her eyes pricked with tears again as she kicked the door a few times and stormed off.

What a coward, she thought.  For once he was given the opportunity to do good by her for once after all these years.  Some man he was going to be.  What was he going to do if he had to check around the house in the middle of the night for these things?

“Whatever, I don’t care anymore,” Kyoumi growled as she made it to the bus stop.  It was getting closer to the time she was supposed to get there to save her Uncle and his family.  Tears rolled down her cheeks.  She waited for a bus that was going to be late, and would have to stop at every block to get to where she needed to go.  She cursed under her breath.

  It was getting closer and closer to the time when she was supposed to meet to rescue her Uncle.  She wiped away some tears just as a convertible turned.  Will she be able to save her Uncle in time?  She was not sure.

“You look like you need assistance,” a voice spoke up.  It sounded like it was coming a few feet from her.  She looked up to see a sports convertible in front of her.  The voice sounded masculine, but it came from an androgynous looking driver.  Next to them was a beautiful woman with marine green hair.

“I do,” Kyoumi spoke up.  She showed the coordinates to the handsome stranger and their beautiful passenger.  “I need to get to this spot.”

The handsome stranger’s eyes narrowed, strangely.  “Are you prepared?” they asked.  “The sky is most turbulent over there.”

“And the seas are restless,” the beautiful passenger added, concerned.

Kyoumi blinked at the sudden question.  She nodded.  “I am.  I can’t tell you how, but I promise you I am,” she said.

The handsome stranger smirked and gestured to the back of the car.  “Get in the car, we’ll take you there, and be careful of Michi’s sketchbook.”

Kyoumi nodded.  “Thank you,” she said.  “My name is Koyano Kyoumi.  And you both?”

“Tenou Haruka, and this is,” the handsome stranger introduced.  

“Kaiou Michiru, a pleasure,” the beautiful passenger finished.

Kyoumi nodded.  Once Kyoumi was ready and fastened her seat, Haruka drove off.

Kyoumi acknowledged they were going fast.  Just a little bit above the speed limit.  Michiru stayed calm, her locks of hair waving in the wind.  It was as if the two were on a mere stroll.  Kyoumi wondered if she could be as carefree one day.  However, she wondered about what Haruka and Michiru said about the place she needed to go to.  Could they be…?

“I’m trying to rescue family,” she admitted.

“Is that so?” Michiru looked down.  She smiled gently. “I’m sure you can do it.”

Kyoumi looked down at her own hands in her lap before she looked back at Michiru.  “You think I could?”

“Positive,” Michiru said.  She wanted to say something else but turned around to look out the front of the car past the hood.

I hope so, Kyoumi thought, as they drove through a tunnel.  She stared at the cars as they passed them by.  She turned back towards Haruka and Michiru.  Her eyes widened when she saw Eternal Sailor Uranus and Eternal Sailor Neptune instead, but just for a split second.  Haruka looked in the rearview mirror and chuckled.

“I knew it,” Haruka said.

“That I was a Senshi?” Kyoumi offered, surprised.

“Yes,” Michiru chuckled.  “You are more determined and mature than your age group.  May I ask your Sailor Senshi identity?”

Kyoumi nodded, solemnly.  “Sailor Capricorn,” she said.

Michiru’s eyes slightly widened.  “I’m sorry.”

That was all she said, and Kyoumi wondered why.  She continued to look as they weaved through traffic until they were outside of the tunnel.  Haruka pulled over to a stop.

“Thank you, I wish I could do something in return,” Kyoumi spoke up.

Michiru smiled.  “We’re happy to help even if we are retired for now,” she said.

Haruka nodded.  “Go get them, Koyano-san,” they said.

Kyoumi smiled back.  She felt strength inside her heart.  She was going to take care of this matter.  “Thank you again,” she said, as she ran up the steps.  She transformed into Sailor Capricorn as she raced towards her destination.

She may not have gotten help from anyone close to her, but she managed to find unlikely heroes to take her to the place where she was going to rescue her Uncle and his family!  Materializing her scythe, she twirled it around and aimed the curve of the blade at the monsters that surrounded her.

“Along the ecliptic, I am the Soldier of Gravity and Revolution, Sailor Capricorn!  In the name of my constellation and the planet Cronus, I will execute you!”  She called.

[rewiredthethirdblog]

Comment by BeatricePotsmoker on Reddit

I said this the other day but I think I learned why rich people go.

I grew up crazy poor. When we had food, we got it from food stamps or these big government surplus boxes. Sometimes we didn’t have utilities. I had school shoes and by that, I mean I only wore shoes if I went to school. I had two passions: playing outside and books.

The weird thing about being super poor is that sometimes you own things that make you seem less poor. For example, my parents had a waterbed, a VCR and a cockatiel. I’m sure this sounds crazy if you didn’t grow up in the 80s but all these were seen as nice things normal, successful people had.

I’ve spent so much of my adulthood wondering: if we were so poor why did we have a little bit of nice stuff when we didn’t even have food? It turns out psychologists have done a lot of work on this, too, and the reasons are basically:

- [This article says people will forego nutrition for conspicuous consumption because they feel deprived and need to feel socially included.](http://www.ecineq.org/ecineq_paris19/papers_EcineqPSE/paper_241.pdf)

- [Other articles say poor people buy things with money they should be spending on other things because they are sad. Essentially, you get fatalistic about your chances of ever fitting in socially and not struggling.](https://business.time.com/2010/05/07/study-low-self-esteem-makes-you-more-likely-to-buy-luxury-goods/)

And you know what? It sort of makes sense. I mean, if you’re never going to be anything but struggling and life is always going to be shit, why *not* get a little squirt of dopamine the next time you have a little money and buy a cockatiel at the flea market? It will make you happy to see the bird and if you talk about it to your rich friends, they might see you as an equal. That would feel good.

So, anyway, I grow up. That love of books paid off. I did well, got some scholarships and got myself educated. Even went and got a doctorate and shit. I’m absolutely not rich by any stretch of the imagination but I think it’d be fair to say I’m solidly upper-middle class.

The thing is now that I really don’t want *things*. Collecting shit does not give me the same dopamine squirt it did when I was a kid. Maybe the cyclical pattern I saw my parents get us all in of ‘get something, feel good, feel poor, feel bad (but now with the added stress of having to feed a bird) and continue feeling worse’ broke my brain. That and I saw my parents’ chase for stuff didn’t help them. One killed themselves and the other became a bit of a hoarder.

The only thing that makes me happy now is feeling alive through experiences. It makes sense, I guess. I work *so much* that most of my life feels like drudgery. But man, do I feel good when I’m going out to a good restaurant, climbing something tall, or going on a fun trip. I also like bringing my friends with me to do fun things. If they can’t go, I love sharing pictures with them and talking about the experience again. It makes me feel alive. I’m not doing it to show off, it’s that reminiscing on the good thing makes me feel good again.

Even the Uber-rich cannot escape having a human brain. A human brain that gets sad, bored and scared. I’d anticipate - like my parents with the cockatiels - it gets harder to find the thing that might make you happy so you just keep trying.

But with them, it’s not buying or doing things *everyone else has,* the things that trigger that lizard brain all humans have are the things *no one* else has.

Does it seem gross for them to spend so much on an 8 hour excursion when that same amount of money would change someone’s life? Sure, but should we be disgusted with them for doing that any more than we should be disgusted with poor people for spending the money that could change their lives on dumb, conspicuous consumption shit that will someday make their homes so full of “treasures” they can barely walk around?

Everyone is just looking for something that makes them feel alive for a second.

[misc-obeyme]

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about me: My name is CC! Anyone is free to call me this, including anons or if we've never spoken before. You can also call me misc if you prefer!

I'm in my thirties and prefer they/them pronouns, but any pronouns and gendered terms are okay! I like to think that all the genders are belong to me lol. Similarly, I will use terms like man, dude, and girl as gender neutral.

about the blog: This is my Obey Me! sideblog where I post all my fanfiction and general thoughts! My favorite character is obviously Barbatos, though Solomon is a close second. Next in line is Mammon and Thirteen. Everybody else is about equal in my eyes and I love them all! I enjoy writing for all the characters, every single one of them are fun for me to write about.

I also enjoy writing lesson recap posts and sometimes character analysis and theory posts. This can result in essays because I often have a lot to say about stuff lol.

asks: I love getting asks, so please feel free to send me one if you want to! You can ask me about anything Obey Me related, whether it's questions about how to play the game or if you've had a thought about a character and you want to share it, pretty much anything you want! I don't mind talking about things that aren't Obey Me related as well. Whether it's about me personally, my OCs or MC, or something else completely unrelated lol. I'm happy to chat about anything and this will always be a judgement free safe space.

PLEASE NOTE. I get a lot of asks. I'm not drowning in them like some huge blogs lol, but I do usually get five or more per day. Which means I can't always keep up with them. I do have a full time day job, so I can only get online for a few hours in the evening during the week. And this is also my writing time lol. I try to answer all of them eventually but it might take some time. If you need a quick response from me about something, please feel free to DM me.

anons: If you'd like to claim an anon emoji or sign off, you can do that! If you sign your ask with an emoji, I'll usually just automatically add that to the list. But I might ask for clarification if I'm not sure. You can always just let me know in your ask that you're claiming that sign off as yours, too!

nsfw: This blog does have nsfw content. I will reblog nsfw stuff and I will post nsfw fics. There's a bit less of it in general than my other stuff, but it definitely exists. I will always put nsfw fics under a read more. I will also label every answered ask with potentially nsfw content as NSFW at the top. I also tag every reblog and original post that has suggestive content "misc naughty times" because nsfw applies an automatic community label. I try to label everything I can to give people as much of a chance to avoid those things as possible.

minors: I don’t have the time to monitor you, but I would prefer it if you didn’t follow me. PLEASE do not talk to me directly. If I find that a minor is sending me asks on anon I will block them. It makes me uncomfortable so please do not do it.

discourse: I don't talk about discourse unless someone asks me about something directly. Otherwise, I avoid it as much as possible and I will almost never make my own post addressing it. This is because of the unfortunate physical reaction I tend to have when it comes to doing this. The stress of it actually makes me sick. I wish this wasn't the case because it's annoying to not be able to talk about things, but I've learned my lesson about it lol. That being said, I will suffer the weird reactions if someone asks me about something directly. I do have thoughts and opinions on some of this stuff and I will give them if asked.

tags: Please see this post for a full list of tags and what they mean. Some of the main ones are also on my pinned post (such as "misc rambles" and "misc writes" as well as a few others).

Thank you for stopping by! I hope you enjoy your time on my blog! And as always, I love you and thank you for reading!

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Starting to think me being productive is the reason for my sports woes, so maybe I should stop writing. Meanwhile I finally wrote snow on the beach for midnights. I’m gonna chill for real though and read my books I got from the library that I haven’t touched yet

Update: I know I said no writing. But I just have to note googling lawyer from reading through emails to make sure they’re not divorce lawyers as an idea. Group chat convos that are not fandom related can also lead to great inspo

Update 2: still very much stuck on this ship and got no reading done. It hasn’t even been a full day. Good news is I wrapped all of my Christmas presents! And I have no desire to write so I guess I’m still going strong on the no more writing and see if that ends my sports woes. Will still be doing my regular updates though. And while I’m here, I reread my green card au today and it’s so self indulgent, I’m so happy I wrote it. I was kinda stressed while writing it and I wasn’t super happy with the ending at first, but when I went to reread it today I was like you know what? This reads like a shitty drama, and I’m okay with that. I mean I used to watch terrible dramas all the time, and I liked some of them. They can’t compare to the really good ones, but they have their moments. So yeah. I’m glad I wrote it and included American references cause it’s what I know

Update 3: I know I have no business saying shit cause I’ve written it before, but idk if I could see them cheating tbh. At least not in canon, which kinda gave me an idea that’s semi similar to a fic I read before… but I digress cause I’m still on my own writers strike. I think I’ve been ruined by the summer series and the vampire diaries, I’m really not fond of brothers fighting for the same person. Even if that person is my queen, it’s just so messy! So awkward too once you get past the initial stuff that people find intriguing about love triangles. Best case scenario in my eyes will always be the person they fight over doesn’t choose either and the brothers are cool again. But that never happens. I’m very family oriented so it just makes me sad to think that it fucks everything up. I know I’ve written about messy ship drama, but I don’t think I’m fond of reading it. Even when I’m writing it myself I’m kinda just like why is this happening? I don’t enjoy the process, but sometimes the story calls for it. Cause my fics write themselves and have a mind of their own. Idk I would just rather it be a non family member fighting for my queen. Plus in the context of shinshi versus CoShi, shinshi wins every time for me. I like when they both take the antidote or they both stay as their shrunken forms. I like when they’re equals. It’s literally the reason why I’ve never written a ShinAi fic despite it being popular. I hate the idea of it. I’m such a hater of the canon ship that I hate them even getting a shot for like ten years while my queen doesn’t get to move on. That’s so unfair. I would much rather she get to date and try and fall in love with other people too, instead of just waiting for him to turn around and realize he loves her. *sigh I just read some fics and I’m having mixed feelings, so I’m venting here cause I’m not an asshole who says mean shit in comments. Easiest way to get on my shit list is to hide behind screens and spread hatred, we get enough of that irl

Update 4: I was onto something about not writing to end my sports woes! My pens won!!! And we scored TWO Power Play Goals!!!! And a shortie!!! And it was big Jeff Carter!??!!?? Alright, I guess I should never write again. But to celebrate I will probably post the last chapter of devour so I can wrap up another wip

[localkeifc]

REQUEST/ASKS RULES

Before you make a request, please read!

A/N : If not specified, I will use she/her pronouns!

REQUEST RULES

1. No underage! (Aka Pedophilia)

I will not write for a romantic relationship between Hawks and Underage!Reader, especially not smut. (18 will be the legal age)

However, I will write for romantic relationship(no smut) between Teenage!Hawks and Teenage!Reader (basically no pedophilia)

I will also write for platonic relationship between Hawks and Underage!Reader and whatnot

2. Please be nice!

If you're demanding me to write you something, I won't write it for you. It's that simple.

3. No rushing!

I'm still a student and I have work to do alongside studying! Understand that you won't receive a reply asap and it will take me time to finish writing!

4. Nothing illegal!

No drugs, no rape. I'm sorry but I don't feel comfortable writing about such topics.

5. Have fun!

This is mostly a hate-free zone so we shall not be mean to others! Please respect everyone here as equals.

YOU MAY

1. Request kinks

I write for a lot of kinks and fetishes, if I really feel uncomfortable with your request please understand! Still, I do write and have a lot of kinks, just make sure I know what it is first!

2. Request disorders

I'm not too familiar with disorders, so if you request for one and I don't get it accurate I apologize! I'm most familiar with anxiety, panic attacks, body dismorphia, and eating disorders as I can write from own experience

3. Simply share a thought!

You could simply share a thought/scenario about Keigo and give your own opinion. I'll likely pitch in my own!

4. Be yourself!

Like I said, this is a shame-free zone and I hope we create a humble environment at KeiFC

5. Simply talk to me!

This can be about anything in your life, feel free to share your happy/sad/stressful/kinky thoughts to me! I'll always reply <3

ASKS RULES

MY ANON ASKS ARE TURNED ON, BUT YOU MAY ALWAYS CLAIM AN EMOJI! I WILL HAVE A LIST OF ALL YOU ANONS <3

1. Please be respectful!

I will not respond to any asks containing slurs or anything disrespectful to someone else/something else!

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If your ask goes over sensitive stuff/triggers/18+ related please but a warning for the other readers as I cannot add them before your ask!

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[mental-health-advice]

I'm hoping that I'm not in a toxic relationship and it's just something I need to talk it out with, but my partner doesn't really listen to me? We do vent frequently to each other and help each other, but whenever I infodump and rant about things I'm really interested in they usually just say "anyways" and move on. I never feel acknowledged, and they always rant about the stuff they're interested in or whatever extremely toxic character they're simping over, and I show interest and acknowledge it. I feel like my mental health would improve a shit ton if I stopped dating them and/or just talked less because I feel so responsible for them. I feel like if I broke up with them something would happen or they'd just spiral and get worse, and I don't want that to happen, and it would be hard to avoid them because I see them at school so much.

I'm just stuck. I don't feel like stuffs really working out, but I don't feel like I can leave because I don't want them to get hurt.

I feel like them simping for a number of extremely shitty and toxic characters (because they're shitty and toxic), and sometimes saying they're better/hotter than me is a red flag in and of itself, but I don't know if I'm just being judgemental. But they help me sometimes and compliment me a lot because they know it helps, and they're patient with me whenever I have really bad anxiety and paranoia. I don't really think I have any other problems.

Aksjdhflsdfj its complicated and its stressing me out and I want someones opinion. And sorry if this seems all over the place.

Hey there,

When it comes to any relationship that someone is in, I feel like it’s really important that both people feel like equals and that they both feel heard and acknowledged by each other. I know that it may feel like someone can feel stuck or trapped in a relationship when it comes to not wanting to end things in fear of it or really hurting the other person, but you deserve to be happy and from your Ask I feel like you have answered your own question on what you feel you need to do but that you are needing permission or advice to make sure you are doing what is best if that makes sense?

You mentioned that if you broke up with this person then your mental health would probably improve immensely, and it’s so important that your mental health is as good as it can be at any point in time. It’s also important though to know and be able to acknowledge that you are not in any way in control of how your partner may react or what they may do if you were to choose to break up with them. You have to do what’s right for you and know that you are only in control of your own thoughts and actions and that your partner is only in control of theirs. It is not your fault if things go badly for them or they spiral out of control!

With all this being said it’s great that they are patient with you and help you through your panic attacks when they occur, but does this make up for how the other aspects of the relationship makes you feel? I cannot tell you what to do, only you can decide, but maybe it might be beneficial to write down what is good about the relationship and what isn’t and make a decision from that on what to do.

I know that if you were to break up with this person, that it could make things complicated at school but again, is it really worth staying in the relationship just due to this one complication? If you were to break up, how could you make school less stressful with seeing this person around? Could you confide in your friends in regards to what is happening and ask for their advice and if they would be willing to hang out with you more at school and in class to hopefully minimise contact with your partner if you were to breakup with them?

I know this is a lot to think about but I feel it’s really important to think about all aspects of what could/ won’t happen depending on what you choose to do and things you can do to improve things no matter what you decide on doing.

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope that you are going well!

Take care,

Lauren