#( I am many things; but I will not be the mother you were to me

[22ayla19]

Jiyan x Pregnant! reader

As the wife of a general, you rarely saw your husband at home, but even so, in those rare moments when you spend time together, you try to enjoy so as not to forget them. After all, no one knows whether tomorrow or the day after tomorrow your husband will be alive.

Once again you accompany your husband to the gate and sadly look back at his departing figure. The next time you see him, you're not sure. Maybe in a month, maybe in two or three. No matter how many months pass, you will still be waiting for Jiyan.

However, a week after your husband left, you began to feel sick in the morning. Without being stupid and remembering that about a week ago you had sex with Jiyan, this could mean that you are pregnant. Of course, you bought a pregnancy test and checked your guesses, which in the end turned out to be correct.

Not knowing what to do in such a situation, you went to the hospital where your mother-in-law works. She, as a doctor and as a woman who has gone through pregnancy, will be able to tell you what to do, because in the early stages there is a possibility of miscarriage, and given your position as the wife of a general, who often puts her life on the line on the battlefield, there may be a high probability of miscarriage. How are you worried about him?

- Hello, mom. How are you doing? - you asked after knocking in your mother-in-law’s office. You didn’t even call her mother-in-law or her name, because she became a real mother to you. You grew up without a mother who died during childbirth. She was in the care of her father. You didn’t complain about life, because others could have had it worse, but your father didn’t stay with you for long, he died a couple of years ago. And when you first met Jiyan’s mother, you cried because of how much you missed your mother. The woman warmed to you and accepted you as her daughter.

- (Y/N), dear! Come in, come in! I haven’t seen you like that for a long time,- the woman hugged you, to which you happily responded.

- Sorry for not visiting, it’s work,- you answered the woman guiltily.

- Don’t worry, you have your own life, that’s why it’s understandable that you’re busy, sit down.

After chatting a bit about Jiyan's return and the latest news, you gathered your strength to share the good news.

- Mom, I really came to you with good news, - rummaging in your bag, you pulled out a pregnancy test and handed it to your mother-in-law. At first the woman did not understand why you wanted to please her. Taking the pregnancy test into her own hands, the woman’s smile became even wider.

- Will I become a grandmother? - the mother-in-law asked, not believing the test.

- You will become a grandmother, - you answered calmly, but just as happily.

- My congratulations, dear! How happy I am for you! Does Jiyan even know?

- No, I just found out that I’m pregnant a couple of days ago, and he’s been gone for almost two weeks, - you explained. You were already about to say something, like advice for pregnant women, when your father-in-law came into the office.

- Why are you happy here without me? Did something good happen? - asked the man.

- Rejoice, old brat. You will become a grandfather! - the wife shouted joyfully.

- Come on! (Y/N), dear, are you really pregnant? - The man asked you, not believing his wife’s words.

- Yes, father. I am pregnant.

The man smiled with all his teeth and joyfully said that now his colleagues would envy him that he became a grandfather before them. We laughed a lot at the man’s words, but the uncertainty immediately disappeared when we saw their loving glances.

Over the next months, while Jiyan was away, his parents helped you in any way they could. The main thing was that they supported you morally, because you were still worried about your husband. Another point where they helped you was with a medical examination, you underwent it on their advice once or twice a month. You decided not to find out the sex of the child ahead of time, let it be a surprise for everyone, no matter who it is, a boy or a girl.

Soon it was announced that the general would return, which means he will soon find out that he will become a father. The belly has already become more noticeable, although this is not surprising considering that I am already 4 months pregnant.

It was evening outside, you were in the living room with your mother-in-law and were talking about different topics. She often came and helped around the house more than once, saying: “You’re in a position, so it’s better to rest and walk more. I’ll cook you delicious, but healthy food at the same time.”

While you were chatting, the front door opened.

- I’ll go check who’s there, - said the future grandmother.

You remained in the living room, sitting on the sofa. Expecting to hear at least some voices, but somehow everything was suspiciously quiet.

Meanwhile, in the corridor, the woman met her son, who had returned from the border zone. Jiyan wanted to ask what his mother was doing in his house, but she told him to remain silent and quietly, so that you wouldn’t hear, told him to go to the living room, where you had prepared a surprise for him.

Jiyan was confused, what have you prepared that even his mother is participating in your idea? Quietly entering the living room, he greeted you, thereby frightening you.

- I’m sorry, dear, that I scared you, - the general said guiltily.

- It’s okay, I’m glad you returned safe and sound,- you replied. Jiyan didn’t immediately realize that you were pregnant, because you covered your stomach with a blanket.

- Mom, she said that you had prepared a surprise for me. Curious to know what it is?

- Well, the surprise itself is not ready yet. It will be ready only after another 5 months, - you answered your husband with a mischievous smile.

- That is?

You didn’t leave your husband thinking for long and took off the blanket. Jiyan's eyes widened in surprise. He remembered leaving and leaving you for a couple of months, but he didn’t know you were pregnant.

-Are you pregnant? - A lot of emotions were reflected on the general’s face. And joy, and fear, and surprise. He did not expect that he would soon become a father, he was very happy to realize this, but with this comes fear. Fear of losing you and your unborn child.

- Yes darling. I am pregnant.

These words echoed in his mind. He cried, cried with happiness.

- Darling, you can’t imagine how happy I am. You made me the happiest person in the world, - hugging you and also crying, he thanked you for such wonderful news.

Maybe someday he will have to die on the battlefield, but until then, he will fight. To fight so that I can return home to Jinzhou and see you and your baby growing up every day.

[doeeyeseddie]

Hello Pia, my darling, as promised here's 4 prompts for you to choose from as little or as many as you want: 1 (constant physical touch to feel safe -yes I am that predictable), 17 (holding hands when sitting next to each other -again, no comment please 😂), 29 (doing something silly to cheer them up) and/or 38 (craving their company after a stressful day).

Love you, mwah 💕

manon my love, thank you!! i tried to fit all four prompts in here, i hope you enjoy it 💕 (sorry i let a hamster die in here for dramatic purposes only)

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“Come home with me?” Eddie asked, brushing a hand through Buck’s hair where he was sitting slumped on the bench in the locker room. 

Buck nodded under his hand, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes for a moment. “If that’s okay.”

“I asked you, Buck,” Eddie said gently. “I want you there with me.”

Buck blinked up at him, a half smile building on his face. “Okay.”

Eddie drove them home – they could get Buck’s jeep tomorrow, or maybe he’d want to stay at Eddie’s until their next shift, which would be more than fine with Eddie – and kept sneaking looks at Buck.

It had been a stressful shift, call after call with barely any downtime, and Buck had taken one of the calls hard, harder than the rest of them. They’d rescued a family from their burning home, all of them making it out with nothing worse than smoke inhalation – except for the daughter’s hamster.

Later, the mother had explained to them that he’d been old, slow, mostly blind, and probably hadn’t ever noticed that anything was wrong. But in the moment, there had only been a little girl, crying and screaming for her pet, and Buck hadn’t even hesitated to run back inside.

The look on his face when he’d come back out with the motionless rodent cradled in his hand and the little girl's cries had broken Eddie’s heart, and he knew that it had stayed on Buck’s mind for the rest of the shift.

In the grand scheme of things, it was a lot less tragic than many of the other calls they responded to on the daily, but Eddie knew that it wasn’t always that simple.

“You okay?” he asked, pulling to a stop at a red light and nudging Buck’s thigh with his knuckles. “You’re quiet.”

“I keep hearing her cry,” Buck said, a far away look in his eyes. “Maybe if I’d–”

“You did what you could,” Eddie interrupted him. “Buck. There was nothing any of us could have done. It was sad, but we saved that family, they’ll be okay.”

“I know,” Buck mumbled.

The light turned green and Eddie turned his main focus back to the road ahead of them. From the corner of his eye, he could see Buck fidgeting with his hands, pulling on a hangnail, and reached over to take his hand and pull it away. He just kept holding on, slotting their fingers together and driving one-handed. If the way Buck’s shoulders loosened and he stopped fidgeting was anything to go by, he didn’t mind.

“I guess I’m just sad,” Buck said quietly, his head leaning against the headrest but turned towards Eddie. “A– a little bit guilty, too, even though in my head I know that I didn’t do anything wrong. I just really wanted to find that hamster alive.”

“I know you did.” Eddie squeezed his hand. “One of my sister’s friends had, like, five hamsters in a row when we were kids. They never got very old. Not that that makes this okay, just– it’s not the end of the world, even for that little girl. Even if she probably felt like it today.”

Buck sighed. “Yeah. I’m just being dramatic.”

“You’re not being dramatic,” Eddie admonished him gently. “You care, you care really deeply, and I love that about you.”

Buck tightened his grip on his hand, and when Eddie glanced over at him, his eyes were big and shining. “I really love you, you know that?”

“I really love you, too,” Eddie said, trying to tamp down the undoubtedly goofy smile trying to spread across his face. It still thrilled him, hearing it, saying it, even weeks after the first time.

He pulled Buck’s hand towards him to press a kiss to his knuckles, then dropped his hand so he could pull into his street and then his driveway.

Once he’d parked, they both got out of the truck, but Buck waited for him by the hood, hand outstretched. Eddie took it and stepped close enough to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Come on, let’s go in,” he said, tugging Buck gently along with him to the front door. “Do you want to sleep immediately?”

“Soon,” Buck said, and he wasn’t letting go of Eddie’s hand, so Eddie did his best to unlock the door one-handed. “But I don’t think I’m ready to sleep yet.”

Eddie figured, because he could tell that Buck was still feeling a little down, and he knew that Buck preferred going to sleep after some distraction.

“So I don’t cry myself to sleep,” he’d told Eddie years ago, and it had been a joke, but Eddie knew that there was some truth in it.

So he was going to provide the distraction.

Buck was already in the clingy stage of tired, so it was easy to herd him into the kitchen, where Eddie made them both a cup of sleepytime tea, then turned the radio on at a low volume, all while Buck was staying close to him, their shoulders brushing with every movement.

The outro of a song he didn’t know was playing, but he immediately recognized the next song as it started, and smiled to himself.

“Hey,” he murmured, nudging Buck’s hand with his. “Dance with me?”

Buck tilted his head at him, adorably confused. “Now?”

“Yeah, why not?” Eddie asked, wrapping an arm around his middle and pulling him close.

The corner of Buck’s mouth tilted up in a small smile and he placed one hand in Eddie’s, turning Eddie’s hold into a traditional dancing pose. “Sure, I’ll dance with you.”

Eddie grinned and spun them away from the counter slowly, humming along to the song as they started swaying in the low kitchen light.

The song wasn’t a waltz but that was fine, because Eddie wasn’t even sure they could waltz if they wanted to, and he was happy enough to just hold Buck in his arms and turn in slow circles.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea,” Elvis crooned, “Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be.”

“You are such a sap,” Buck murmured, but his eyes were sparkling.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too,” Eddie sang along in a low voice, “for I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Buck pressed his face into Eddie’s neck and Eddie could feel his smile against the skin there, followed by a soft kiss.

They swayed until the song faded into a new one, and Buck snorted against Eddie’s neck before lifting his head. Earth, Wind & Fire asked them if they remembered the 21st night of September, and Buck and Eddie grinned at each other.

“Which station is this? Is it oldies day?”

Eddie laughed and loosened his hold so he could lead Buck into a spin. Since neither of them had any idea what they were doing, their arms tangled above Buck’s head, and Buck snorted again, letting it turn into a laugh this time.

“Wait, let’s try that again,” Eddie said, dropping his hands and holding them out for Buck to take. “How does this look so easy when other people do it?”

Buck was still giggling and took both of Eddie’s hands this time, lifting them in the air and trying to turn, with the same result as the first time.

“Oh, I give up,” he said, dropping their joined hands. “Maybe Bobby can show us.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said and tugged him closer again. Buck’s entire body had relaxed, and there was still a smile in the corner of his mouth and the crinkles by his eyes. He brushed the tip of his nose against Buck’s. “But for now – tea and then bed?”

Buck slung both of his arms around his neck and stepped close enough his toes met Eddie’s on the kitchen floor. His nose nudged back. “Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing.”

Eddie grinned and pushed one hand under Buck’s shirt at his back. “Did it work?”

“You know it did.” His lips were featherlight against Eddie’s, barely a kiss, curved up in a smile.

“Good,” Eddie said, muffled against his mouth, and pressed even closer.

They could reheat their tea later.

[dark-elf-writes]

Sally would hear Poseidon say that and immediately attack him and Poseidon would just be taking and telling everyone not to interfere because, “he fucked up and that was not what he meant to say and it was worded really fucking poorly and he deserves to get his ass beat for that”

(That line causes so many feelings in me because Poseidon is trying to apologize for the pain Percy will be forced through for being born his son and part of me has always read it as Poseidon thinking Percy would suffer less if he was never born but he’s still grateful on some level to have Percy for a son and I’m crying)

“How could you?”

It took a moment for Percy to place the words. To register the absence at his side where his mother’s warmth had been. To realize why everyone else in the room stared in shock at the two people in the center of the room.

Sally Jackson was small. It was a weird thing to think. For so much of his life Percy’s mom has seemed to be so much bigger than him. So much taller. So much more prepared to take on the world. But here in the center of the throne room turned reading circle and occasional torture chamber where Percy was not only subjected to hearing his deepest thoughts but having to watch other people react to them too she looked tiny.

In the light of Olympus his mom was so small. So mortal. And yet there she was beating against his father’s chest with closed fists as she sobbed in a mix of grief and fury.

And Poseidon, the god of the sea, the earthshaker, the stormbringer, was letting her.

“How dare you!” She screamed again, the words sounding strangled. “How dare you tell our baby that!”

Zeus rose, reaching for a bolt he wouldn’t find (all of their weapons had been confiscated after all or Percy and Ares would have slaughtered each other by now) but Poseidon waved him off. Waved Paul off too when he rose to pull her away.

“I know.” He said instead, sounding ancient and tired and full of so much grief Percy wanted to cry. “I know.”

Whether he knew why Sally was attacking him or whether he was agree with her that he deserved it Poseidon didn’t say. Simply let her slam her fists against his chest over and over until she slowed and her sons took over in full force.

It was too much. The knowledge of what Gabe had been doing to her son, of what Percy had been forced to live through to save her and the rest of the world, of each and every horror her son had been forced to live through when they hadn’t even finished the first book. Hearing Poseidon, her first love and the man who had given her the most precious gift, say it was a mistake shattered something in her.

Poseidon wrapped his arms around her, tucking her close to his bulk while she sobbed.

“I worded it poorly,” He said full of apology and anguish. Those sea green eyes met Percy’s over his mother’s head. “I am several decades out of practice with children, but that is no excuse. I should have worded it better, and by failing to do so I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

Zeus choked. Percy wondered just how many times any of the gods apologized much less one of the big three.

He didn’t know what to say. What was the protocol for a god apologizing to a mortal? Was there one? Percy doubted it.

“It’s—“

“Perseus Jackson if you say it’s fine I swear I’ll—“ Annabeth doesn’t finish whatever she is planning on doing. Percy has just enough self preservation not to push it. Barely.

But it was fine. Kind of. He knows it’s not what his dad meant. Sure it hurt but that was years ago now. It didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. And Percy still didn’t know what to say.

“I will always be grateful that you are my son,” Poseidon said, sparing Percy. “I was simply… regretful that the life of a Halfblood, a hero, is one that is rarely peaceful. You were not a mistake. I just wish I could spare you the pain.”

That Percy knew what to do with, sort of. “I wouldn’t change it.” He said, his smile feeling gossamer thin on his face. “No matter what I wouldn’t want to be anyone other than your son. This is where I was meant to be. What I was meant to do… and Thalia would have sucked being the prophecy kid.”

“Hey!”

“You were a tree, Grace!”

“I was a damn good tree, Jackson!”

He was grateful she picked up their usual bickering so easily. Grateful Nico made a show of arguing his own merit as a prophecy kid. Grateful that the eyes turned away from him and went to the growing spectacle.

Percy honestly had no idea how they were going to make it through the rest of the books.

[thetraumaking]

The Accursed Crown

Note: I did not enjoy writing this chapter.

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Chapter 14: Stale Ass Wheat Bread

She felt the ship come to a halt, digging into the land before dropping the metal plank with a loud thud. Her fingers fiddling with one another as she looked at the door, her nerves were at high alert, waiting for the door open and filling the room with fire nation soldiers. 

Seeing her so nervous, her father places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, dear. It’ll be just a meeting to sort out a couple things, we’ll be home once we’re done.” 

Wordlessly, she nodded her head, sparing her father a meek smile. By her father’s side, they walked out of their room to the dock. The fire nation soldiers that escorted them to the fire nation stood by in files. As guests of the royal family, one would expect them to receive all the prestige and respect from all those who serve their hosts, yet, as Yue looks around the men that stood by her sides, she couldn’t help but grimace at the bored, yawning faces of those soldiers. They were haphazardly swinging their arms, whispering to one another, shifting and bouncing on the balls of their feet, no military bearing in sight for as far as the eye could see. 

Her eyes then trained off to her side, to see her father’s reaction. He stood firm, face stoic and cold as an ice sculpture as he moved along by her side. 

Following his lead, she held her head high despite the urge to retreat back to their room. Walking off the plank, they were greeted by yet another soldier, though compared to the one that flocked around the ship, this one had no helmet on. Dark brown hair and a sharp face to match. 

The man bowed with much unneeded force. “Greetings, Chief Arnook and Princess Yue of the Northern Water Tribe. I am Lieutenant Zhao, I shall be your guide till further notice.” He stood up with a huff, “Now, if you would, please follow me.”

Yue shared a look with her father before doing so. They climbed up what she believed was over a thousand sets of stairs. The closer they got to the top, the closer she believed they got to the sun.

If she were to describe the palace in one word, she would say “suffocating.”  Similar to the element that their hosts bend, everything was yellow or red, and similar to how fire use up all the air, it was suffocating. 

Their guide, Zhao, visibly brightened when they made it at the front gates of the palace, where there stood four individuals. Once they made it to the top, they saw a stark contrast to how those four were compared to the others that stood in line. While the workers and staff, Yue assumed, had their heads low in a bow and dressed in similar outfits with minor differences. 

The four at the centre stood tall. Their dresses were made of the finest of silk, she could only guess how expensive they were. Two children, around her age, maybe a couple years younger, and two adults, one of which was more youthful than the other. 

“I greet the Princesses and Prince of the Fire Nation.” Her father bows to the four. She was quick to echo in after him, keeping her eyes closed as she bowed. 

When they looked up, her father got into an exchange of pleasantries with the oldest of the four, Princess Ursa. She assumed that she was the mother of the two younger ones, who were busy tugging on the sleeves of the fourth person. Prince Zuko and Princess Azula, she recalled hearing about them from her father and his advisors. She then looked towards the stoic faced one, you. With the branded number on the cheek and tired, distant eyes. 

076, an adult, she concluded. There were many whispers going around you, they say you were the bastard of the prince prior to his engagement to Ursa and angered by his son’s conduct, the Fire Lord had sent out a hunt for you and your mother to erase all trace of your existence. At her last ditch attempt to save you, your mother had sent you to the child soldier program where your abilities thrived. So much so the royal family could no longer ignore your achievements, and as if you had proven yourself, the Fire Lord had called you to the palace to better serve their cause in expansion. 

They later then made you into an instructor to further develop the direct descendants. And despite the prince’s treason, his wife, the ever-so-kind princess Ursa has still treated you like family and cared for you as if her own. 

Though that is nothing but the word of the mouth. 

She was snapped out of her stupor when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking over to her father, she sent him a quizzical look. 

“I will be in the meeting room, will you be alright on your own for a little while?” Wanting to ease his worry, she nodded with a smile. 

Watching him leave with Princess Ursa and Lieutenant Zhao, her once confident smile faltered. 

“Um… hi, I’m Zuko.” 

She looked curiously at the offered hand before taking it. The prince’s hand was warm, she could tell he had a kind heart, although a bit awkward and sweaty. 

Her lips quirked up while she introduced herself. She thought, like her brother, Azula would do the same, but the girl simply said her name and crossed her arms. Then she looked to you, expecting to be waved off, she fidgeted. 

“You don’t need to know their name, they’re with me.” Azula spoke for you, grabbing your arm before pulling you away from her and Zuko. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Princess Yue, please do enjoy your stay at the palace.” You spoke over your shoulder before being led away. 

Her and Zuko were left in their lonesome. She wondered if she had offended the younger girl in some way. The way she spoke to her was quite dismissive, she got the impression that Azula did not like her much. 

“Have I done something wrong?”

Zuko lets out a huff, placing his hands on his hips with an eye roll, “I wouldn’t worry too much about her, she’s just weird. Azula being Azula.” He then brought her to the guest room, where all their luggage were currently being handled by the maids. “Your supper will be brought in in a bit when your father gets back from the meeting. We’re going to have dinner together later tonight so be ready for that.” 

He left shortly after that, making sure that she understood everything. She sat on the large bed before letting out a sigh. 

Once her father comes back, they’ll have a dinner with the royal family and they’ll leave the next day. They’ll be back home in less than twenty four hours. She’ll just have to wait a bit more. 

As she sat there on the bed, she became restless. Their supper has come, yet no sight of her father. Has something happened to him? Where was he? Was he still at the meeting? Surely the Fire Lord hasn’t done anything to him. Surely the Fire Lord knows the implication of harming the envoy. 

Yes they are at war but there is a certain respect each party must hold for one another, no one harms the messenger for they are innocent, they are simply following orders and sending out word. 

The sudden knock startled her, snapping her out of her spiral. 

When she opened the door, surprise would be a little too weak of a word to describe the feeling she was having. At the door stood you. 

“Apologise for the disturbance, Princess Yue.” You bowed, “I received word from the Fire Lord that your father’s meeting will be extended due to a complication from our part.” You stood up before offering, “Princess Yue, would you give me the honour of joining me for a stroll?” 

She held your gaze before agreeing, she was curious about you. The rumours only made you out to be some vengeful spirit but as she walks beside you, stealing glances at you, you resemble more of a docile pet. 

As she looked at you, she couldn’t help but notice how tall you were. The clothes you wore, despite the high quality, were more suited for someone who’s more physically active. She has heard of your feats in battle and how often you are sent away on sieges. You looked tired. 

Like a shallow creek, you seemed to be just going with the motion. Being pulled and tugged this way and that. If one were to gaze inside your head, she wondered what was inside. 

You were also covered in scars. The number on your cheek seemed to be branded on and later added paint. Both of your palms were scarred over, must be due to training with your bending. She wondered if you could still feel texture with how much damage your poor hands took. There was also a large burn just peeking from under your collar. 

“Is something the matter, Princess Yue?” You stopped walking to look at her. 

“No, it’s just… that number on your cheek…” She hesitated, wondering if she’s crossing any boundaries, “it- it looks painful.”

“It was.”

“… does it still hurt?”

Your reaction surprised her. The small smile on your lips looked foreign on you, as if you were not used to the action. Rather than the branded mark on your face, the smile looked as if it hurt you more. 

But, she took it as a privilege. Something about the rarely offered smiles never fails to draw out her own. 

Shaking your head, you crouched down on your knee, “No, would you like to feel for it yourself?” 

She nodded her head before ever so lightly grazing her fingertips over the scarred tissue. The bumpy uneven skin felt foreign to her. The wound looks quite old. How old were you when they branded this number on you? Did they at least have the courtesy to let the burn heal before adding the paint? Did they at least treat it afterwards? 

As she stood there, tracing the numbers on your cheek, you simply enjoyed her cool touch. 

“Would you like me to heal them? The scars.” She looked at you. 

Her eyes shining so brightly it made you lost. “You… can? Why?”

“To show my gratitude for treating us with respect. You look and speak to us with honesty, you don’t look down on us. And…” Should she say this? She doesn’t even know you that well. But, that look in your eyes-

“You’re kind.”

_________

I hate genuine kind characters, hard to relate and feel like they're fake.

[thedeviltohisangel]

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately

This for Cass and Bucky but paired with the spiciest/kinkiest thing they've ever done together?? Just out of curiosity haha

DROP TO MY KNEES BLURB PROMPT ERA

Ok so like I would never be able to tell you the spiciest/kinkiest thing they have done because every day my mind is telling me new heights of depravity they can reach. Literally whatever you can think of, they've probably tried at least once. And I should dedicate time to writing some of their Kama Sutra adventures. But as we all discover kinks, drop them in my inbox and I will write them.

For this blurb in particular, I went with sub!John being tied up by Cass. Was screaming about Cass punishing John for treating his daughters differently than his sons today with @karasnonsense99 so this is partially born from that as well.

warnings: smut

He was left wondering so many things as his wife disappeared into their walk-in closet. Chief of mind was where had she learned to tie knots like and why had she been holding out on sharing this secret skill of hers for so long?

"You can tug on them all you want. They aren't budging," she remarked as she poked her head back around the corner. "Those knots are meant to withstand their subject being tortured."

"This is fucking torture," he muttered. Both his wrists and both his ankles were currently bound to their bedframe by silk scarves. The same scarves that he complimented endlessly whenever she wore them. The same scarves he had used to blindfold her just last week. The same scarves that Penny used to play dress up and pretend she was her mother. What a fucking betrayal that they were now being used against him.

"We haven't even started in earnest yet, Johnny. Don't make this too easy for me." He was already hard and curved against his stomach, his cock leaking with every tug of the scarves. Leaking with every swish of his wife's hips. Leaking with every needy thought that flitted across his mind.

"I'm being punished for craving the attention of my wife?" Cass walked until she was standing right beside him, her nails scratching at his chest and stomach.

"You're being punished for the way you spoke to Penny." The little girl had some home from kindergarten and John had overheard her talking with her twin about a cute new boy in their class. Just last week Gale had asked for John's help drawing a girl a little picture. He had practically kicked his heels together to help the little boy who he said was following in his footsteps. But Penelope? His little girl? He had shut down her first crush faster than Cass had ever seen him do anything.

"Baby-"

"No. I am done with hearing your voice for the evening. The only time you speak is to beg. Am I clear?" God, she was really asking him to do the impossible. Asking him to be quiet while they made love. But he didn't think he had a choice. Not in his current predicament. He nodded his agreement. "Good."

Cass threw her leg over his torso, her nightgown hiding that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but the soft, wet skin of her pussy landed satisfyingly against his stomach. Her hips twitched back slightly until the head of him came tantalizingly close to her back entrance. She thinks he was going to draw blood with how hard he was biting his lip.

She threw him a bone and lifted the hem of her nightgown so he could watch as she angled herself just right so his length rested perfectly in the center of her pussy. The throbbing vein feeling like heaven as she moved herself back and forth.

"Spook, please." John lost his semblance of control at the sight of how slick his cock was. He knew the way it would feel wrapped around him. Knew how sweet it tasted. She stilled her hips and dropped her gown. Gone was his view of the most gorgeous, glistening cunt in the world.

"What did I say?" Her hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed gently, John's cock twitching in response. "Don't make it so I have to gag you too, baby." She ghosted her lips over his so lightly he thought he imagined the contact, Cass pulling back with a smirk as she started to swivel her hips gently against his skin. John whined and tried to sit up, chase the feeling of her kiss that he wanted so desperately, his restraints pulling taut and snapping him back down to the bed. Defeated, all he could do was watch as she grinded herself against his stomach, nails digging into his chest for leverage, as she got closer and closer to her own release.

She collapsed to his chest with a breathless laugh once she found it, John pressing his lips to every inch of her face and head he could reach from his vantage point. Cass sat up and giggled, holding his face in her hands. "I love you," she said simply.

"I love you, too. And I'm sorry for how I handled the situation earlier." Cass nodded and hummed, looking back to see that his balls looked heavy and his cock was red and angry. He was about to burst.

"It's a good start," she offered, gracefully landing back on the floor next to him. "I'll think about touching you while I'm in the bath."

"No! Cass, fuck, let me...let me..." There was no way he could lie here knowing she was wet and sudsy only mere feet away from him.

"The door will be open a crack. So we can keep an eye on each other...keep an ear out too, Colonel. Never know what sounds I might come up with to aid in my torture."

[oatbugs]

last night i got home kind of tipsy and very much in tears and my mother told me the force you exert to keep someone in your life is proportional to the force with which they will leave your life. if you have to fight tooth and claw to keep them, their leaving will be just as hard, just as harsh, and just as definite.

[puppyeared]

i think the reason why im so drawn to spirit tracks and pkmn scarvi is that having the legendary/princess as a companion rather than a goal that marks the games completion makes me feel satisfied the way i would after helping a friend

my brother always teases me about how I still havent finished botw after almost 7 years bc "id rather be out picking flowers" which i wont say is untrue. and yes i know Zeldas been holding off ganon for 100 years, yes i can get some sort of idea what her relationship with link was like by recalling memories and going through her diary. ive always loved botw for its unique storytelling and setting which makes it stand out, because it lets you get to know who you're saving.

but because theyre memories, it only works if theres something for the player to investigate that already happened. its retroactive (but effective nonetheless)

on the other hand, spirit tracks does something similar but instead of having the player try to piece together memories and interpret them as a spectator, you actually have an opportunity to get to know zelda yourself by talking to her and working together. besides making it a gameplay mechanic, giving the player control over how they interact with zelda makes it so much more personable.

and I find that making the goal feel personal instead of an obligation gives me more of a reason to work towards it. I know what kind of person botw zelda was but as the player, shes still very much a stranger to me. but spirit tracks zelda? thats my friend!!!! she invited me to go to the beach after we get her body back!!! i dont want to whip her to make her move faster thats mean :(

you know how hostage negotiators are trained to introduce themselves and get to know the person theyre negotiating with because its harder to hurt someone when you know what their favorite food is? its kinda like that, because it feels like im helping a friend than being told or led to do smth

and although i havent played scarvi myself, i feel an attachment to koraidon and miraidon even just watching playthrough clips because its like!! thats my weird scaly dog!! it loves sandwiches and we're friends!!! you know!!!!!!

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Beginning to really wonder how much of my financial concern is manufactured and handed to me as opposed to something I'm genuinely concerned by

[kercherisacanopener]

Seems a little unfair

[electronerd47]

Hihi !! ☺️ Can’t remember when we last chatted 😅, but I wrote relationship headcanons tn, and thought they might be comforting to you. 🥺🫶🏽 Hope you + your son are doing alright, and that winter’s treating you well. ❄️

i wish I could put into words how much it means to me that you continue to reach out to me, even if i'm not doing too much reaching back 💜💜💜 i'm terrible at this stuff 😭 so thank you so much for thinking of me!!

winter has been hot and cold lol, it's mostly been fine but my, my son, and his dad all got sick!! dad's over it, me n baby are still going through it. like ugh 🙄😂 i'm handling it like a total baby bc my ears keep getting that plugged up feeling and i just CANNOT deal!! my son is taking it like a champ. aside from coughing, snot nose, and some bad moods, he's still raring at 110% all. the. time. 😂 toddlers!

I'm going to read these headcanons as soon as possible. your writing is always so comforting, even when it's angsty. you're just an amazingly skilled and super-talented author!! ilysm ❤️

[hussyknee]

Listen I love Ellen and Oscar but

June Claremont-Diaz 🫱🏽‍🫲🏻 Princess Bea

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✨ Parentification Trauma ✨

[beeseverywhen]

god the duality between 'I don't want someone in my house' and 'yeah I'd like my own kids and no way I'm doing that alone'

[leatherbookmark]

hopping around different blogs is fun.

a post on blog 1: i find it a little weird that -- don't get me wrong, the barbie movie looks great with all the doll-like details, i bet the actors had great fun and i'd like to see it myself, but -- people are getting excited about marketing of this movie. they're acting as though mattel's 3985* deals with 837* different companies are something new, exciting and creative instead of... 3985 deals with 837 companies spanning many different areas! this movie is a commercial for a doll! isn't this kinda weird?

*numbers made up

a post on blog 2: i don't think any sane adult doesn't realize that this is a toy commercial! it's rather obvious.

a post on blog 3: boo hoo 'the barbie movie is capitalist propaganda' i don't give a SHIT marx won't fuck you. did you do this for transformers too? do you think only stupid girls who like pink need the reminder?

like, oooooh! things are happening!

[fleshdyke]

exploding my math teacher with my mind rn

[painted--constellations]

i know leaving sw is the right thing to do but god i feel so alone now, man.