#if there’s a strong outside influence it really could go both ways

[wesstars]

hot on your lips

tara carpenter x fem!reader (no pronouns)

summary: her hands are on your shoulders, and the next thing you know, your back is pressed to the bed, and tara’s rocking her weight on top of you. she leans in close, breath as soft as her skin against your lips, breathing out a quiet ‘yes.’ wc: 3.0k tags: explicit, minors DNI!! no-ghostface au bc i didn’t feel like fitting it in. bad dirty talk, top!reader and bottom!tara, needy!tara, D/s dynamics, reader is a little tiny bit of a sadist (as a treat,) sex on camera, exhibitionism and voyeurism, mild restraint, mild degradation, horribly excessive use of italics a/n: am I back?? idk how i feel about this. thank you to @evilwednesday for helping me out w the cover image & the title :)

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Tara’s in your arms before her bag even hits the floor.

You’re so, so glad the hallway is empty as she nearly bowls you over in the doorway of your shared apartment, peppering your face with kisses. You lift her up and give her a spin, pressing your lips to hers—it’s pure comfort, after so many long months of Tara’s school semester. Long distance was a real bitch sometimes, but Tara reminded you every day of how it was all worth it. In fact, you’d felt as if what you had with her was made more real by the distance so often between you. But now, she’s in your arms, finally, and you nudge her suitcase inside with your foot, bending to grab the backpack she’d discarded.

Pulling back, she speaks, so soft and shy it nearly makes your heart burst. “Hi.”

“Tara,” you breathe, “I thought—I wasn’t supposed to go pick you up from ORD until—”

“There was a change of plans,” she interrupts, palms on your cheeks to pull you into a bruising kiss. You feel yourself practically melt into her, like a docile dog in a firm hand. You set her bag down, just managing to not drop it. “I took an earlier flight-” her lips are on yours again- “Couldn’t wait.”

“Couldn’t wait… for what?”

“This.” She slips her tongue into your mouth, all hot and velvet on your teeth. God, the way it felt to miss her was addictive, but this was a million times better. Grabbing blindly, you miss the door handle a few times as you’re distracted by her soft lips, finally managing to slam the door shut. Shifting your strong hands to the soft crease of her ass and thigh, you bump your teeth into hers in your eagerness, but she doesn’t seem to mind. You walk her into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind you. 

Tara smells like the airport and outside wind, something uniquely New York caught in her hair. She pulls back for only a second to reach around, drop her jacket and shoes, leaving her in just a shirt and comfy sweats. Her palms are sun-warm on your cheek and your neck; any place that she could touch was fair game for her. Your mind feels hazy already—it makes it hard to focus as you try to maneuver around furniture you could navigate in the dark, Tara’s presence more than disarming. Part of you wants to slow down, ask her how her semester went, but the smarter, Tara-influenced majority of you knows that with the way she was pulling at you and your heart, she would straight up kill you if you did that. You’re all too happy to oblige her, kissing her back for every day that she’d been gone. 

“I missed you,” she whispers as she pulls on the collar of your shirt, even though you’re pressed so close already. She’s feather-light in your arms as you carry her down the hallway, nearly stumbling through the bedroom door. You let her down to stand between your feet, freeing your hands to cup her jaw. The curve of Tara’s face is as familiar as the way her nose brushes against yours, soft. It only takes a second, really, but with just her scraping her nails on the back of your neck, you’re wanting, enough to hold her tight and feel her melt against you. 

Tara nearly topples the both of you when she grabs your shirt again and pulls. You just barely catch yourself from crushing her against the bed—but as always, she takes you by surprise, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and slanting her mouth against yours to deepen the kiss. The look in her half-lidded eyes as you peek down at her tells you all you need to know about her intentions. With the way you were kissing up on her, anyone would think that you’d been apart for years, not months, but god knows you couldn’t get enough. 

It’s near obscene, the press of your tongue against hers, but with all of the urgency built from the past few months, it only serves to split you open. As quick as it began, your kiss, broken by barely a gasp for air, turns heated and hungry. It’s filthy, and the urge to spit in her mouth and make her swallow is more than a fleeting thought. Instead, you force her thighs open with your hips, grabbing her ass and pulling her close.

Under her sweats, you can feel the edges of fabric underneath, and you grin, skimming your hands lower. You furrow your brow when you feel a telltale band of elastic, and your hands tighten on her thighs.

“Tara-” your voice comes out a rasp- “are you wearing thigh highs?” You’re nearly dizzy with how much blood rushes from your head to your stomach, pooling low and hot.

“I know you like them.” Tara smiles a little, impishly, but she looks down to your hands instead of your eyes. You know her—she’s looking for confirmation that she’s right, that she hadn’t overstepped in wearing something for you. In your mind, it’s absurd of her to even entertain this sort of thing, the way it sends a tingle up your spine. But Tara needs it, and you’re more than eager to please. You trail your fingers to her waistband, pulling her sweats down and off to expose her. Your grip on her hips is tight and squeezing, holding her in a way that’s unmistakable as want.

You cock your head, ignoring how loud your heart runs. “Oh, yeah? Is that why you’re matching again?” You take her hand, slide your thumb over her fingernails, in gel black. The sheer fabric is the same shade, soft as sin against your palms. Briefly, you consider tearing them apart, seeing the ruin of tatters against her skin—but her little whimper as you trace your fingers where her thighs spill out over the top makes you change your mind.

She’s breathing hard from just the kissing, and when she sighs into your mouth, you’re reminded of the way she’d boldly suggested, your blushing cheeks visible even on FaceTime, that you let her take a souvenir back to her apartment. Tara had complained that she was bored, in a way that homework couldn’t solve, her wide eyes telling you that was as true as could be. You never could back down from a challenge, no matter how warm it made you feel—that was why there was currently an old camera sitting on the bedroom table. You smile, biting your tongue.

“Remember what you said that night, baby?”

You point to the other end of the room, to the camera there, mocking. You expect her to laugh, to shake her head with an exasperated fondness, and push her lips back on yours. Instead, she freezes, swallowing. Her grip on your biceps tightens.

“Tara?”

She turns her gaze to you, and in the half-light you see that her pupils are blown, wide in a sort of disbelieving arousal. It hooks you in, a tug in your stomach, as your mind fills with only Tara. 

“Tara…” you repeat, “do you remember?” She’s quiet, a blush rising steadily to her cheeks. “‘Don’t you wish you could see what you do to me,’” you tease, leaning in close. “You want me to watch you, right? Well, doll, there’s a camera right there.”

“I—” Tara nearly protests, but oh, her flush, the way her hips move so subtly, is telling enough for you. Not letting her hesitate anymore, you grab her shoulders, flipping her so she’s under you. She fits perfectly, holding you up just as much as you’re holding her down.

“You’re gonna watch this when you’re alone, right?” You tease, trailing a hand down her arm to push her wrists above her head with one hand. In your daze, you know her tells as well as you know that drag of desire in your stomach, and so you already know that she’s— “You’re gonna watch this and rut that needy pussy on your hand, is that it?”

It’s your turn to look for confirmation—distantly, it rings in your mind that you must’ve lost your mind, to be talking to Tara like this, but what’s more apparent to you is the moan that escapes from her mouth, the way her eyes slide shut.

“Yeah,” she breathes, something shameless in the twist of her brow as she arches her back. Her nipples press into your chest, hard through her thin shirt, her knees falling open even more. She’s warm, underwear just clinging to her and leaving nothing to imagination. “I’ll watch it whenever you want me to.”

“You will,” you laugh, something deep and dark. “But when you touch, you’ll let me know when you’re gonna come, okay? So I know that you’ve stopped, like a good girl.” You grind your hips between her thighs, watching her breath catch. It’s a soft, bated moment, but something cracks in the air, nearly audible. The shift between the two of you is a familiar one, apparent in the way that she clings harder to you, presenting her chest, the column of her throat, the tilt of her jaw. 

“I will,” she says obediently, her pleading gaze making you grin. “I’ll stop, I’ll touch myself, whatever you want—”

Just as quick, you’re pushing yourself off of her. The room is quiet, save for your footsteps and Tara’s breaths, adorably shaky. The camera is easy to set up, even if you do chance a look at her one too many times. You’re back by her side, and you both watch the red light, winking back at you.

You sit down next to Tara, trailing your hand up and down her stomach. “I’ll tell you every dirty little thing I’d like to do to you, if you’re patient,” you whisper in her ear, something meant for only her to hear.

Her hands are on your shoulders, and the next thing you know, your back is pressed to the bed, and Tara’s rocking her weight on top of you. She leans in close, breath as soft as her skin against your lips, breathing out a quiet ‘yes.’ Giving a little twist that not-so-accidentally presses her heat against the seam of your jeans, she pulls her shirt and bra off in one miraculous motion. You touch her skin, smooth and warm and hot, and you just know she enjoys how your eyes can’t help but drop lower, your hands nearly following. She leans in to kiss you again, the ends of her hair tickling your collar. You both pull back, and you take a second to just look at her, and you can see how she’s been. School was long and difficult, it’s in the set of her eyes, and you want to know more, despite the burn in your stomach. 

But with the way she’s looking back at you, white little teeth worrying at her lip, you all but smile.

“Alright, pretty girl,” you tease, “what is it, now?” She whines when your hands meet her chest, rolling her nipples between your fingers. “C’mon, tell me.”

It comes more easily than you expect, and it drops molten heat into your chest. “I wanna ride your face,” she whispers. You grab for her hips, tight. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.” 

Glancing over at the red light, you bite down a groan. “Do you think you deserve it?”

“Yes, yes—” she’s already straining against your grip, trying to crawl her way up your body.

“That’s for me to decide, Tara.”

She keens, but she drops her head to watch your hands on her—she’s sensitive—as she pants. You shush her, sliding your thigh between hers. It must catch on her in just the right way, because she’s tensing up in your arms, fingers digging into your shoulders. 

“You’re looking so desperate,” you laugh, glad she can’t see the flush on your cheeks.

“I am.” Her bold declaration stops your heart in your chest; you know she’s telling the truth. 

“So say ‘please,’” you murmur, head spinning.

Her eyes are glossy when she finally looks at you. “Please…”

“Very good,” you say patiently. You lean up to kiss her, sucking her bottom lip none too gently. “Why don’t you beg a little?”

You see how the false hope makes her tears so willing to spill out. Her hips rut on your thigh, with no rhyme or rhythm—you’re practically begging yourself to help her, but you hold back.

“Please,” she says again, taking a ragged breath. “Please, want your tongue in me—”

“Louder, Tara,” you snap, threading a hand in her hair and pulling her head up, none too gently. You force her to look in the camera, watching her pupils dilate as she stares down the lens. “I want you to be reminded of what a whiny bitch you are.”

“Want you to eat me out,” she whines to the camera, closing her eyes against the redness in her cheeks. “Want…” The next time she says it, it's louder—you release Tara’s hips to pull her panties off, nearly tearing them when she shifts up the bed at the same moment. 

It makes you ache, being so close to touching Tara, her scent heady and thick, ensconcing your every sense. Her hands grab the headboard as you wrap your arms around her thighs to pull her closer to your lips. She’s practically shaking in her anticipation, and truthfully, it’s hard for you to wait any longer. You trace your tongue across the stretch marks on her inner thighs, and then straight to her cunt. She’s all velvet and honey against you, as you eagerly run your tongue up and down, savoring what you’ve missed. It’s so intoxicatingly good that you nearly miss the way she cries out, your name a shameless prayer. 

You miss her weight on your chest as her back arches, and immediately you’re tracing the dip in her spine. Irrevocably, you’re watching her every move as you tease at her clit, making her rut her hips against your face, chasing friction.

“Fuck,” she says on an exhale, breaking the word into two damning syllables, just like the ba-dum of your heart. Tara tears her hand from the headboard, threading her fingers into your hair to pull you closer. It’s a gesture that you should chastise her for, but you can’t bring yourself to resist her.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” You wrap your lips around her clit and ease two fingers in at the same time—she’s so wet it doesn’t take much to get them in. When you look up at her, the glazed expression on her face is something sated and satisfied, like chocolate wouldn’t ever melt in her mouth. A lazy grin graces her lips, a dusty pink rising up on her cheeks as she squirms against you, adjusting easily to the familiar stretch. 

Somehow, you can feel in your gut that she’s being good for the camera, and you can’t bring yourself to take your time. You want everything at once, to make her come over and over again into your waiting mouth, greed your only sin since you were so far past lust, falling into adoration and something dangerously like—

“Please.” It spills out of Tara’s mouth, golden and warm.

“You’ve been saying ‘please’ an awful lot, Tara.”

You wrap your hand, the one not knuckle deep in Tara’s cunt, around her thigh. Squeezing, you felt the soft stockings against your palm as you guided her hips to rock into you, your fingers and your tongue. You wanted her to feel whenever she’d play the video back, for her to be able to memorize fucking your mouth, so no matter the distance, she’d remember. As if on cue, her moan echoes around the walls, in your mind. 

“The camera’s gonna pick that up, you know.” Your voice is rough, out of breath with how warm it is to be under Tara.

Her voice is tight, choked. “I know, baby.” 

You don’t stop, only shifting slightly to get your thumb on her clit, so you can lean back. You swipe your tongue on your bottom lip, tasting her so sweet, and you watch her eyes, fading in and out of focus, tracking your motion.

“Gonna—”

“Tara,” you laugh, but it’s a warning. She whines, hips twitching, and you can see her lip between her teeth.

“Gonna—oh god—it’s—”

“Gonna what?” You mock, flexing your fingers. “You can do better than that.”

“Please, let me come?” Something warm unfurls in your chest at Tara knowing you want her to ask, your perfect girl, even when she’s so far gone.

“Why?” Your question makes Tara still her hips, which is saying something. “Why should I let you, baby?”

She’s quiet, and since you’ve always been weak for her, you take pity. Your heart’s racing, and the heat in your stomach craves to just see her.

“You’re so good for me, my love… why should I let you come?”

“Because—” Tara breaks off with a lovely little whine, and then it hits her. It breaks up into a floaty feeling in her stomach, like a plume of sparks. Her thighs are trembling around your head, and you lean up to smear her slick on your lips, nudging her clit. “Because I’m your good girl.”

“That’s it, doll,” you murmur. “Come for me, Tara.”

And Tara comes, white hot and tense against you, and in that moment, you think you believe in magic. You want to invent something new just to eternalize her with more than the camera, something more than memory. She’s breathing hard, and you wiggle yourself out from under her. Pliant in your arms, she’s quiet as you help her lay down gently on the covers. For you, your mind was anything but quiet. You think you could run anywhere just to feel Tara, and you can’t resist smiling. Crawling over to give her a peck on the lips, you think Tara’s done—she’s blinking sleepily, eyes flicking between you and the camera, so you move between her knees to shuffle her stockings off, skin against skin. You hear her clear her throat, breaking your trance of fondness.

You look up—you see Tara look to the camera again, and your eyes helplessly follow. She’s got a mischievous little quirk to her lips, like she just knows how bad you wanted to see her come, and…

“You’re gonna tell me those dirty things now, aren’t you?”

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a/n cont'd: 🌝

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#project wes #fanfiction #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #scream franchise #scream movies #scream 5 #scream 6 #tara carpenter x fem!reader #tara carpenter smut #tara carpenter x reader smut #smut #reader insert #self insert #i really don't know how to use tags god #tara carpenter fanfiction #lgbtq #tara carpenter x y/n #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x reader

[tonyspank]

LOVERS ROCK

Warnings: kissing, fluff

Summary: Jenna meets you during a football game.

A/N: decided to release this a bit earlier because i missed y’all

The arena was packed, but even that was an understatement. Loud cheers and chants echoed through the arena, creating an atmosphere of excitement. Every seat was filled, and people were standing in the aisles and at the back of the stadium. It was clear that the crowd was ready for the game.

Everyone's eyes were on two people tonight. Messi and Ronaldo, two of the greatest players in the world, were about to take the field. The anticipation was palpable as the players lined up for the kickoff. It was a match that no one wanted to miss. Including yourself, you were seated further back in the stadium, not wanting to sit too close as it ruins the view of the game.

You heard the whistle blow, signalling the start of the match. You felt your heart racing as the ball was kicked off. You could feel the energy of the stadium rising, and the crowd roared with anticipation. You were already hooked and ready to watch the game unfold.

The players were in full motion, running and passing the ball with precision. Every time the ball moved closer to either goal, tension could be felt in the air. The players fought hard for every inch, and Ronaldo was so close to scoring a goal. He leapt up for a header, but the keeper was too quick and managed to save it. "Tão perto!" (So close!) You shout, standing up from your seat.

The crowd roared in appreciation for his effort, and the game continued on as if nothing had happened. Ronaldo looked disappointed, but he quickly got up and encouraged his teammates to keep pushing. He knew that one goal could turn the game around and he wasn't going to give up. The crowd cheered him on, and the players continued to battle it out.

Not too long after Messi scores his first goal of tonight, the majority of the people around you jumped in joy. But you, you sank down into your seat. Ronaldo looked dejected, but he kept his composure and continued to urge on his team.

"That was so good," you hear a girl say beside you despite the loud crowd. She suddenly turned to you and flashed a smile. You smiled back, still in awe of what Messi had just done. "He is okay." You tell her, leaning in close so she can hear you, your Portuguese accent strong in your words. She laughs, nodding in agreement. "He's one of my favorite players. I've been meaning to see him for a while."

You nod, "Ronaldo is my favorite." She raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Most people around here say Messi is the best." You shrug, "I like both, but I am uhh, what's it called..." You snap your fingers, and squint your eyes trying to remember the right word. "Tendencioso..." The girl furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

"Ah, biased! That's the word." The girl smiles and nods in understanding. " She giggles, "Yeah, same here. It's always Messi vs Ronaldo with everyone." You chuckle in agreement. "Exactly, but it's just opinion, right?" She nods, "Yeah, opinion."

"Where are you from?" She asks, and you reply, "I'm from the United States." She grins and says, "Really? You have a very strong accent." You chuckle, "From hanging out with my father and grandma so much." She smiles knowingly and says, "I see. Family has a way of influencing accents. I'm Jenna by the way."

You smile, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Y/N." You both laugh and the conversation turns to other topics, the game no longer the topic. You share stories of your families and the different experiences you've had growing up, and how those experiences have shaped your outlook on life.

"My mom is actually here with me. She's in the bathroom somewhere," Jenna says. You adjust the glasses on your face with a smile. "My father is here too, he's probably outside getting some fresh air." You say, looking around.

Looking back on the field you watch as the game is coming to a close. Just then Jenna's mom comes back. You turn to Jenna's mom and introduce yourself. "It's nice to meet you," you say with a friendly smile. Jenna's mom smiles back and says, "It's nice to meet you too!" You all laugh and exchange a few more pleasantries before focusing back on the game.

Ronaldo's team comes out on top and you jump up, clapping your hands in excitement. Jenna laughs at you, playfully rolling her eyes at your reaction. After the game, Jenna and you sit back and continue talking as the players make their way to the locker rooms.

Ronaldo waves at you from a distance and you smile, waving back. Jenna notices and her mouth drops in shock. "Did Ronaldo just wave at you?" You nod, feeling your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

With your hoodie up and glasses on, no one knew that you were Ronaldo's kid. It felt nice to just be able to sit back and watch him play without a bunch of people pestering you.

Jenna looks at you wide-eyed and full of admiration. You smile and shrug it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. "Would rather it be Messi," you joke causing Jenna to cover her mouth in laughter.

You both chuckle at your joke, and the moment passes. You can feel the admiration between you both, a newfound connection forming.

Not long after that, a man with a camera approaches the two of you. "Jenna! Can we get a photo?" Jenna obliges, posing for the camera while holding up a customized jersey. The man takes a few shots and then thanks Jenna before walking away. Jenna turns to you and grins. "You're famous?" you ask.

Jenna nodded. "I'm an actor." She explained that her latest role was in a commercial for Adidas and that the customized jersey was part of her costume for the shoot. You were amazed and filled with admiration at her success, especially after hearing about her upbringing. "Huh," is all you can muster.

Jenna smiles, clearly pleased with the admiration. "Oh meu Deus, você é Wednesday Addams." You mumble to yourself, but Jenna hears it. Jenna's eyes lit up in surprise and she laughed. "That's right!" You smiled, "You did the dance!" You begin mocking the movements of the dance but Jenna shakes her head, her face heating up in embarrassment. Jenna laughs and playfully nudges you. "My secret is out," she said. You smiled, feeling happy that you had made her laugh.

Jenna and you continued to chat, finding out more about each other, and you were surprised to find out that you had a lot in common. Jenna's sarcastic jokes and remarks surprisingly made you feel at ease and you enjoyed the conversation. Before you knew it, the evening had passed and it was time to part ways.

It's been a couple of weeks since you've seen Jenna. You gotta admit, you missed talking to her. She didn't know who you were, but you knew who she was. You decided to comment under her most recent post, not thinking about the media would probably react.

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y/nronaldo me mande uma mensagem estou com saudades de falar com você

hanna_iah12 Y/N RONALDO?? WTF

jennaortegaswife WHAT IS Y/N RONALDO DOING IN MY GIRLS COMMENT SECTION

y/n_ronaldo123 SINTO SUA FALTA?? 😳😳

jenna - ronaldo?

jenna - you didn't tell me that at the game

you - slipped my mind 😅

jenna - sure

jenna - that's why he waved at you

you - yes

you - i miss talking to you we had a very pleasant conversation

jenna - i miss talking to you as well

jenna - im going to be in paris for the next few days, are you?

you - i'll be leaving soon

you - we should hang out

"So, do you get a lot of backlash for not playing soccer—football..." She glances at you, and you laugh at her slip-up before continuing. "Like your father?" She looks away, blushing. "No," you say. "My dad's really supportive. He just wants me to be happy. But the media, yes. Ruthless. I understand why people want me to play football - it's what my dad is best at, and it's what people expect of me. But I'm not interested."

Jenna nods in response, taking the mask off her face. "But enough about me. You are splitting image of your mother!" You say, smiling. Jenna blushes again and laughs lightly. "Yeah, I guess I do look like her," Jenna says, still blushing.

You take off your glasses, stopping your course, and finding a spot to stand nearby. You chuckle and look into Jenna's eyes, your smile growing wider. "You know, I'm really glad that I got to meet you, Jenna," you say, still smiling. Jenna grins back and nods in agreement.

"Do you only speak Portuguese and English?" Jenna asks you. You shake your head, "No, I know some Spanish too." Jenna's eyes light up. "Really? That's great," she says. "I don't speak much Spanish myself but I know a couple of words. Maybe you can teach me some," Jenna suggests. You nod and smile. "Claro, no hay problema."

You fidget with your glasses, staring into the shorter girl's gaze. You look away quickly as she holds eye contact strongly. "I uh, I only know a lot because of my father. He's fluent in Portuguese and since we used to live in Spain so I had to learn a bit of Spanish as well." She smiles, her eyes twinkling. "It's amazing how you can pick up a language so quickly."

You shrug, "E simples mesmo..." She laughs, her eyes crinkling in the corners as she understands what you're saying with a few context clues. "You're so modest! You must be really smart." You shake your head, "Não, eu só pratiquei muito." She squints her eyebrows before laughing, "I have no idea what you just said."

You smile, "Pratiquei means I practiced a lot. I just took the time to learn it." She nods, "That's impressive." You chuckle, "It's nothing special. Everyone can do it if they put in the effort." She smiles, "Most people don't. That's what makes it special."

You nod, what she said was true. It also felt nice to get so many compliments from her about something so simple. "Are you hungry?" She nodded and smiled. "I haven't eaten anything since lunch, so I'm starving." You both laughed and offered to buy her dinner. She agrees, pulling up her mask before the two of you head off together.

Several months have passed since you and Jenna were spotted together in Paris. Rumours have been swirling about the two of you ever since. Some people say you're in a relationship, while others say it was just a casual fling. Whatever the truth is, nobody knows for sure.

All anyone can do is speculate, and the answers remain shrouded in mystery. Jenna has refused to comment on the matter, and you have stayed silent. Both of you have left the public to guess what's really happening between you two. You didn't know what you two were either to be fair. But one thing was clear: the connection between you was undeniable. Despite the lack of communication between you two, the bond was still there. It was a feeling neither one of you could deny.

Jenna felt herself wanting to be touching you every second. Your presence was just so comforting. You were like a magnet, drawing her in closer and closer. While all you wanted to do was stare into Jenna's eyes, her eyes expressed so much, and it was obvious that she was in love with you. Well, obvious to everyone except you of course.

Jenna's heart raced as she looked at you. She wanted to say something, but nothing came out. All she could do was stand there, hoping you'd notice her feelings and finally make a move.

Now back in the United States, you were at Jenna's place, a vinyl lowly playing in the background. Jenna laid against your shoulder as the two of you sat on the couch, just enjoying each other's company. You were actually teaching her some Portuguese, as she told you she downloaded Duolingo not too long ago. It was cute how she was going through all this trouble to learn your father's native language. She said she wanted to be able to communicate with your family if she visited them.

You were so proud of her effort, and she seemed to be really enjoying it. "Olá, sou a Jenna. Prazer em conhecê-lo." (Hi, I'm Jenna. Pleasure to meet you.) Jenna said slowly, repeating your words. You smiled and replied, "Muito prazer, Jenna! Você fala Português muito bem." (Nice to meet you, Jenna! You speak Portuguese very well.) She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to decipher what you said. You smiled and repeated what you said, slower, and she nodded in understanding. "Obrigado!" (Thank you!)

Jenna smiled and repeated the phrase back to you almost perfectly. You praised her for her effort, and she beams with pride. She had been learning Portuguese for a few weeks, and it was great to see her progress. "See, it is not that bad." You tell her. "You are doing really well!" Jenna smiled even wider and thanked you for the encouragement.

"Let's keep going," you said. "You are learning so fast, and I'm proud of you!" Jenna nodded in agreement, and you both got back to practicing Portuguese. After a while, you started to get up. Jenna furrowed her brows in confusion. "Where are you going?" she asked. You smiled and said, "That's enough for today. You've made great progress, I was going to head home." Jenna stared at you for a few seconds before speaking up, "You could stay here for tonight. If you want of course."

You hesitated for a moment before answering, "That sounds nice. I would be happy to stay." Jenna smiled and got up, motioning for you to sit back down. Instead, you turned up the vinyl player and held out your hand to Jenna. She began laughing, covering her mouth with her hand as she shook her head. "I can't dance." She laughs and you tilt your head in response, a smile on your lips. "Come on, it's easy," you say, dancing a bit on your own.

Jenna smiles at you and you hold out your hand again. "Por favor?" Jenna takes your hand and you start to twirl her around the room, the music guiding your movements. Jenna laughs, resting her head on your shoulder. Her laughter is contagious and you can't help but join in. You slowly come to a stop, Jenna still in your arms. As the music fades away, you find yourself lost in her eyes.

Jenna smiles her eyes glancing around your face. You lean in and gently press your lips against hers, feeling her lips soft against yours. Jenna's hands grip your shirt, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her closer, your heart pounding in your chest. You finally pull away, both of you breathless. You gaze into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. You lean in and kiss her again, this time softer and slower.

You break the kiss and Jenna's face breaks into a huge smile. She rests her forehead against yours, her eyes full of love and joy. "Eu te amo..." (I love you...) she whispers, her voice barely audible. You smile, bringing her into a tight hug before you press a kiss on the top of her head.

"Eu também te amo." (I love you too.)

#reader insert #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wattpad #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna x reader #jenna ortega x gn!reader #jenna ortega x g!p reader #jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega imagine

[brattyfork]

drank

summary: matt n his brothers go to a party. he has fun but he missed you.

warnings: drunk sex, sub!matt+mommy kink lol

based on this request!

way back when, when matt and i first started having sex and figuring out our safe word, something interesting came up.

“what if i’m drunk?” i looked at him confused.

“what do you mean?”

“well sometimes when i’m drunk i get horny, i wanna have sex but i don’t want you to feel like you’re taking advantage of me”

“oh ok, uhh i mean we can still use the safe word in that situation right? ill just make sure you remember it before we start?”

“okay sounds good” he smiled at me.

the boys had some influencer party to go to, normally i’d tag along but i really didn’t wanna go anywhere, opting for one of matt’s tshirts instead of a crop top (is this line cringe?).

i knew matt wouldn’t do anything stupid at a party. furthermore, i knew nick and chris, mainly nick, wouldn’t let him do anything really stupid. i trusted him, i knew he’d feel the same about me going out, as long as he knew i’d be safe.

i decided to just sit on the couch, watch tv. i was watching criminal minds when i heard a car door outside. i could hear someone fumbling with the doorknob for a few seconds before before the lock turned and the door opened. nick walked in first, holding the door open for chris and a stumbling matt. he kicked off his shoes, slamming his hand on the wall, almost falling.

“how was the party?” i asked no one in particular.

“well they had fun” nick said, gesturing to the two younger triplets.

“it was cool, matt had too much to drink. lightweight.” chris rolled his eyes.

“be nice” i scolded. matt made his way to the couch, throwing himself over the back, sitting next to me then laying his head in my lap.

“you have fun baby?” i spoke softly.

“yes, missed you tho” i ran my hands through his hair.

“i missed you too my love” i dipped my head down to give him a sweet kiss. it quickly turned rough and needy. i pulled away, conscious of his brothers still downstairs. he let out a whine trying to chase my lips.

“you wanna go to bed baby?” i looked into his eyes, hoping he knew what i meant. his eyes were dark, not black with lust like usual, more doe-y, filled with need.

he nodded using all his strength to sit up, lifting his head off my lap. i stood up, looking back when i noticed he hadn’t moved. “cmon baby, let’s go” i tried to encourage him.

“mmmm, carry me”

“matt you know i can’t carry you, you’re too big”

“don’t be mean!”

“you know what i mean baby, you’re too strong and muscular”

“mhm”

“cmon get up, let’s go” i reached out my hand. he groaned, grabbing it and pulling with so much force i almost fell on him. i brought my other hand over, now using both my arms and all my strength to pull this man up. he finally stood up, he walked perfectly fine. i rolled my eyes, realizing he way just being lazy. he held my hand tight as i walked us up the stairs to our room. i pulled him into the room, he lets go of my hand, falling to the bed.

“how ya feeling baby?” i asked sitting next to him on the edge of the bed.

“i feel good, i missed you”

“i missed you too sweet boy”

“i really, really missed you” looking at me with his doe eyes, silently begging me to understand.

i leaned down to him pressing a sweet but deep kiss, pulling away shortly after.

“what’d you miss baby?” i whispered against his lips, pressing one more kiss to them before moving down his neck.

“your hands, your mouth, you” he whimpered the last word as i bit down into his neck, sucking a deep purple hickey into the soft skin.

“yeah? you want mommy to make you feel good? with my hands?” i ran my hands down his pants, resting my hands right next to his bulge. “with my mouth?” i placed wet kisses to his neck, grazing against the mark i left before.

“fuck yes please god yes”

“do you remember your safe word?”

“yes yes i know my safe word, just touch me already” i grabbed his face harshly.

“don’t be a brat, or ill leave you here to take care of yourself” i spat. he gave me puppy eyes.

“‘m sorry mommy”

“you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“yes yes, wanna be your good boy please”

i ran my hands up his shirt, moving them along his tummy before bringing my fingers to the hem and pulling it up. he got the hint and leaned forward, allowing me to take it off. i brought my hands down to his zipper. i began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans when i felt him tug on the hem of my shirt. i pulled away, taking my hands off his lap to lift my shirt over my head.

when i looked back at him, his pants were down. i straddled him briefly, moving over him to the other side of the bed. i leaned down, kissing down his now visible v-line, slipping my fingers into the waist band of his boxers. his dick shot up, the tip red and needy, dripping with precum.

“aw baby. so worked up and i’ve barely touched you”

“please…”

“please what baby? what do you want?”

“need you to touch me please” i brought my hand up to his mouth.

“spit”

he did as i asked, or demanded i guess, and i brought my hand down to his cock, stroking up and down him a few times. he threw his head back, letting small moans and whines out, egging me on more.

i stroked him for awhile, focusing on the wonderful faces he made and his desperate noises. he started to squirm, trying to buck up into my hand.

“please mommy more i need more” i smirked at him, the sound of him begging was music to my ears.

i decided to be nice, letting spit fall from my mouth onto his cock before leaning down, sucking on the tip. as soon as i got used to his size in my mouth, i deep throat him, letting his tip hit the back of my throat.

this earned a loud “FUCK” from him, causing me to pull off, making him whine.

“you gotta be quiet baby, don’t want your brothers hearing how needy you are, do you?” i taunted, his cheeks turning a brighter pink. “gonna be quiet? be a good boy for me?”

“yes fuck i promise i’ll be good”

i brought my head down to his lap, taking all of him in my mouth at once. he bit his lip, the whimpers still sounding through. i sped up, going up all the way to the tip and quickly back down to the base. matt had stopped biting his lip, opening his mouth so he could let out large breaths. as i kept sucking him, his breathing turned to what could only be described as panting and fuck it was so hot.

“i-i’m close, f-fuck” he let out between pants. i thought for a second, stilling my movements before pulling off. he let out such a needy groan, i could’ve cum right then and there.

“why?” he looked to me, his eyes brimming with tears.

i gave him a kiss, feeling bad that he was upset.

“i’m sorry baby, mommy wants you to fill her up, don’t you wanna make mommy feel good?”

“yes fuck wanna be inside you mommy please god” he moved his hands up to my bra, still covering my chest.

“can you take this off? wanna see your pretty body” i smiled at him, moving my hands behind my back to unclasp it, pulling it down my shoulders making my tits bounce. i swear i could see some drool leave his open mouth. i quickly pulled my pants and underwear down, not wanting to make him wait any longer and needing him inside me.

i straddled his lap, rubbing my wet clit over his cock, still slippery from my mouth.

“ohmygod” he slurred out, making me giggle a bit, loving how much of an effect i had on him. i lifted myself up, taking him in my hand and lining him up with my entrance.

i sank down slowly on him, feeling every vein against my walls. his eyes rolled back into his head, a deep whine coming from his throat, harmonizing with my moans.

“fuck matty, so fucking big, making mommy feel so good” i bounced on him a few times before i realized how tired i was and began grinding instead.

“h-holy shit mommy, feels s’good”

“been such a good boy for me tonight baby, you wanna cum inside me?”

“fuck, yes please fuck oh my god”

i leaned down connecting our chests, moving my head into the crook of his neck. i sucked another mark into him, nibbling the rest of his neck before breathing on his ear.

“cum whenever you’re ready baby, gonna make mommy cum too” i continued grinding on him, his tip brushing the bottom of my cervix each time. i moved faster, chasing my own high. i felt him twitch inside me, sending me over the edge. i bit down on his neck, trying not to be too loud, matt cried out. between me biting him and clenching around him, his hips sputtered, unloading his cum as far into me as he could.

i let out a squeaky groan as he filled me up. there was no better feeling, his warm load sent me over the edge everytime. i came again, crying out as i clenched around his sensitive cock and began to twitch on him.

matt wrapped his arms around my lower back, trying to still my movements. we both came down from our highs, i lifted my head out of his neck, moving to look at him. his hair was messy, i could see the marks id left, his lips red from biting them so hard, his eyes glossed over.

i kissed him, passionately, there was no sexual motive behind it, i simply wanted to convey how much i appreciate him. he was incredible, in every single way, not just in bed, he was the perfect boyfriend. the perfect man.

“i love you more than anything”

“i love you too baby, so so much” he replied, brushing my hair out of my face.

i gave him another peck before moving to get off him, realizing his cum and cock we’re still inside me. he held my thighs, not letting me get up and i looked at him confused.

“will you uh- can we… sleep like this?”

“of course baby, you like how it feels? leaving your cum inside me? how tight i am around you?” i teased him.

“fuck don’t talk like that, i don’t have the energy for another round” he chuckled.

i gave him another kiss before laying down on top of him, moving carefully so he didn’t come out.

“goodnight matty” i whispered into his ear.

“goodnight my love”

a/n: hi yall, sorry i haven’t posted in a while. busy w school and on top of that we found out we gotta move. but i hope u guys enjoyed, i wrote most of this while high so if anything doesn’t make sense lmk. ALSO i am catching up on requests rn, if you requested something i promise i am working on it <3

#sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut

[cloudyswritings]

More vessel biology headcanons?

Vessels are actually really, really good at burrowing. It’s probably how so many escaped the abyss after they got sealed. They got it from both parents, and the void. Which per my silly little brain, can old be contained in round glass.

the void basically erodes/decays things in fast forward otherwise?

Vessels all have one major flaw or imperfection the void couldn’t remove, THKs was either a desire for perfection or being able to make familial bonds.

Ghosts flaw is an endless well of willpower. They will never, ever, stop. They inherited from their mothers conceptual side, because their will is the slow burrowing of roots through stone and the deceptively gentle trickle of water on metal. Greenpath vessels was a sense of adventure/desire to explore. And the nosk vessels all had a sense of longing for companionship which led to their deaths.

The vessels also seem to have physical flaws too? Like structurally I mean. The prime example is THKs missing arm, in the pure vessel boss fight that same arm is what they use for the void tendrils attack and by the time we fight them in the egg it’s entirely rotted off. I think it honestly was never as strong or stable as the other arm and was bound to be lost eventually. Broken Vessels flaw would be their third horn(the one that’s broken off).

Vessels actually do still have some of their own light, you can see this in game actually—even without the lantern you give off a subtle glow. I think that some vessels actually retained some of the godly light and status they otherwise would have had, only a little though.

The above idea comes from my headcanon that Wyrms specifically are really resistant to void as far as gods go, because they always dig deep and far and in that sometimes burrow into pockets of void far below the surface. They need to be able to survive contact with it in the short term at least. This nature would explain how some vessels retain minute traces of light, and why the pale king was the one actually standing at the mouth of the abyss waiting for vessels.

given time, soul, and light a vessel can grow to enormous sizes- or eventually metamorphose into a wyrm proper. Albeit one still tarnished by the void

in fact I wonder if any of the seeds/eggs dropped into the abyss hatched young Wyrms instead of vessels? Maybe they escaped or something? I don’t think this is likely but it’s a cool idea.

vessels are deceptively light, as in like hornet could carry THK on her back if she needed to- they’re literally hollow in a way

Void and water don’t mix, it’s like oil and water. That’s why we float in the blue lake.

The void itself might be the remnants of an ancient sea that covered the world beyond Hallownest before the age of bright gods. It would explain the trilobite creature we see in deepnest and the way the abyss and the rest of Hallownest appear to be made of fossilized shells. Plus if it’s the remnants of the sea then it could be something like a microbial mat that’s really toxic to life? Like maybe it’s a magic microbial soup? Magic microbial goop even. Vessels are goop.

Vessels are really really strong compared to other ways of containing things, like THK held the radiance for a long ass time. If a vessel tried to contain a weaker god they’d probably just be able to tbh. Like anything weaker than the nightmare heart if probably fair game for yoinking.

Vessels also sometimes inherit the hunger of Wyrms, and looking into their eyes gives the sensation of falling into the maw of some great beast. Godseaker did call Little Ghost a wielder of nail and eater of soul

Vessels are also really susceptible to outside influences, kinda like evee if they were Pokémon. This is how Ghost can use so many charms at once but also why said charms can change them so easily.

Theoretically a vessel raised by or containing a god could take on some of their traits-either by force or by accident.

Unrelatedly THK has a voice to cry out with…

I think radiance may have eventually tried turning them into something more like Grimm is for the heart, a body for her to use and a mind thoroughly broken to her will.

after-all she shines brightest against the darkness…

If they could eat, Vessels would have a truly remarkable number of tastebuds, because Wyrms will eat anything and I feel like the white lady has ways to “taste” the soil to see if it’s nutrient rich and has fertilizer.

man I’m just realizing, vessels would like some weird food, they’d definitely eat dirt

THK crunching on crystals?? Likely

Finally the horns of vessels are actually their “branches” and will keep growing indefinitely unless trimmed or broken periodically, this comes from both parents. Wyrms need to constantly replace burrowing teeth and Roots are beings of constant growth and pruning.

#wow that was long #hollow knight #hk vessels #speculative biology #headcanon #pure vessel #little ghost #hk pale king #what do you think?

[loveemagicpeace]

🦋My Astrological Thoughts🦋

🎈People with Leo placements many times pretend that things haven't hurt them, because on the outside they always want to be strong. They don't want people to see them as weak or powerless. They always fight even when it doesn't seem like it. I also noticed that many times they don't admit how they feel or what emotions they have so that their pride is not hurt. I think Leos like you ,when they admit things and don't care if their pride will be hurt.

🥑I actually think that taurus moon is hard to figure it out. Because they are very stubborn and sometimes stubbornly do not show emotions. But I also think that they can also be possessive, jealous and when they really feel something for someone they will fight for the person. But it is also often difficult for them to take the first step. Many times they wait for the other person to do it.

🌊Water signs fall deeply in love. You will never see them loving someone half-heartedly. It's always all or nothing with them. That's why they feel the connections with people and the endings of relationships so deeply.

💕7th house planets and any aspect to seventh house spotlight the kinds of people whom we are destined to meet. For ex.: cancer or leo in 7th house means that in your life you will meet many people who will have these characteristics or placements. Venus in 7th house you can meet a lot of people who are rich or involved in fashion.

🌙If u want to learn about the moon : watch what people do on the weekend. The moon represents comfort and security, where you feel the best. That's why you'll feel people the most at that time.

🧚🏽‍♂️Mercury in capricorn have a very smooth, calm voice. Whenever I talk to them or just listen to them talk, it's always so relaxing. And many times they know how to delve into serious topics.

💜Sagittarius venus won’t vibe with you if u two have too different views. When they notice that you don't appreciate the same thing, it's hard for them to stay with you. Sagittarius really like coffee and if you tell them you don't drink coffee it will be a minus for them( for example). They have many things that they value and people don't notice.

🦭Cancer moon can be moody ,but virgos can be much more. Virgos are very quickly distracted by their surroundings and things around them. Many times people have a great influence on them. They want to have things under control too much.

🏞️A lot of times, Geminis want someone just out of curiosity and not because they really want them. But when they get it, they move on and don't pay so much attention to emotions. They focus more on thoughts (it is very important for them to have good communication with someone). And they need a person who constantly gets them off track or challenges them to stay.

❤️‍🔥Libra & Libra together can be great or it can be a challenge. Libras are inherently indecisive. And sometimes they go into something they weren't completely sure about at the beginning. But both people are aware of romance and love. Both can have the same view of love or feel things the same way.

🫧5th house synastry makes a fun atmosphere a lot of times. You feel like you can do a lot of things with this person. Sometimes it makes you feel like you're sharing the fun and playfulness with this person. Many times the energy of a child can be felt. With this person, you can feel young again. And at the same time, this person could remind you of your childhood. The energy of this house gives me the feeling of being in a teenage movie. This movie (Laggies) reminds me of that.

🧚🏼‍♀️I always thought that the most important houses for a relationship are 4th 7th 8th & 10th house because they create a kind of stability. In the end, I realized that what makes a relationship special, alive and exciting is in reality 5th and 9th house. Both houses have a magical energy in them and both represent fun, liveliness. Don't get me wrong, just having a fun houses isn't always a reason for a relationship to last. However, if they are accompanied by other houses, then it creates a really nice atmosphere. Because with this we keep the relationship alive and at the same time having . 1st house is also important because it is how the person looks and sees you.

🦋8th house synastry reminds me of a movie Stuck in Love because shows a love that is intense but at the same time we feel stuck in it. We can't forget a person and we keep coming back to them because something draws us to them (sometimes we don't even understand what). At the same time, it shows the fear we face in order not to be hurt by a person. I think that many times here we can feel that the person is hiding something from us or we have problems with trusting them.

🌊And what are ur thoughts?🌊

-Rebekah💕☁️🌙

#astrology #energy #zodiac signs #planets #my notes #astrology observations #love #synastry houses #moon #venus

[sunshorizon]

General A/B/O COD MWII Headcanons

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Alpha.

NOT A FAN OF THROWING HIS SCENT AROUND

Actually quite respectful about it??

Part of it has to do with stealth because he needs that control and it plays into his Ghost persona by remaining undetected.

The other part has to do with his father… I think his dad would’ve used his scent to intimidate and would not hesitate to use alpha influence

On that note he will also not use alpha influence because of this. And also why use it when he can kill and intimidate people without it

His whole body is covered which helps keep his scent in and his mask covers his scent gland so it’s not out in the opening and vulnerable.

Let’s be real his dad probably threatened to take out his scent gland so no one could give him a mating bite 💀

Still has it though and would definitely offer his neck first if he were to ever find a mate

I just KNOW he smells good

Really loves it if you willingly choose to wear his scent around but will never force it on you

John “Soap” Mactavish

Maybe a hot take but also alpha. (Possible omega headcanons maybe later?)

Man is smelled down the hall and it’s distracting but absolutely never overwhelming

He’d probably be obsessed with shoving his nose into the crook of his mate’s neck.

Will absolutely wear his mates’ clothes he don’t give a fuck if it doesn’t fit 💀

Bites not just on the neck.

No amount of covering up is gonna save you. He wants to show you off

He will ask for bites too and then go shirtless the next day

Maybe even booty shorts

MANZ will be like “it’s hot” when asked why and it could be snowing outside

John Price

Honestly either alpha or beta

Like alpha feels right because he’s pack leader basically but also beta would make sense practically in a military sense

Either way let’s say alpha and he just covers his scent with cigar smell

He’s probably the most likely to take meds because he takes his job so seriously and wants 0 possible things to go wrong like a rut during a mission

most likely one to ask his mate to wear his clothes really early on with no shame AND with a pretty please

He doesn’t have a lot of free time so it’s both for his benefit and yours to have that reminder of him with you

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Beta.

Maybe I’ll do alpha headcanons for him who knows

But definitely the most level headed out of these 4

Man gets shit on so bad for not having to suffer through a rut

Like Soap, will very much enjoy smelling his mate and will absolutely be so proud of his mate comments on his scent

It may not be as strong as an alpha or omega but he’s putting it in a perfume bottle, giving them his clothes, EVERYTHING

He’d be walking in the common area with his chest pushed out

Anyways I guess I’ll be opening my inbox for requests! I love ABO and saw no content for it an COD so I did it myself. Maybe I’ll write more?

#ghost x reader #ghost #simon riley imagine #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #cod mw x reader #john price #captain price #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #alpha ghost #alpha!ghost #alpha!soap #soap mactavish #john mactavish #abo au #abo mw2 #abo cod #mw2 headcanons

[my-hyperfixation-hell]

FONTAINE ACT 2 SPOILERS [] THEORY ON THE SECOND TRIAL

Arlecchino tampered with the Oratrice, somehow, because she wanted Tartaglia taken down. In true Fontaine style, here's my line of reasoning, if it pleases the court; We know the Harbingers don't exactly all have the best opinions of one another, and it's stated both that she has her own agenda separate from what the Fatui as a whole are up to, and that Tartaglia isn't very popular among his fellow Harbingers. Not to mention, Tartaglia's voiceline, "About the Knave", is him talking about how unreliable she is, saying "If she stood to benefit from betraying others, she'd turn against the Tsaritsa in a heartbeat.". Tartaglia is a pretty upfront person unless he really has to lie, so it's likely Arlecchino knows he feels this way about her, and worried that his being in Fontaine would get in the way of her work there. It's stated that she has permission from the Tsaritsa to go forward with her plan once she has the Gnosis, but what if she wants to do something she knows the Tsaritsa wouldn't approve of? Something outside the agreed upon terms? The last thing she'd need is another harbinger there to stop her and alert the Tsaritsa. Ajax doesn't like her and never backs down from a challenge, so I'm sure she knows she can't threaten or bribe him into going along with her.

Therefore, what does she do instead? Frame Tartaglia. Killing him outright might not be possible, either because Arlecchino isn't strong enough to do it (remember, it's been revealed there's more to the Harbingers' rankings than sheer strength, and Tartaglia is described as their fighter, their "vanguard"), or, perhaps the more likely of the two options, or at least the bigger factor, the Tsaritsa wouldn't allow it. But... The Tsaritsa can't possibly hold her accountable because Tartaglia went and got arrested in Fontaine, right? Lyney admitted to going to check out the Oratrice, and honestly, who knows if he was telling us the truth when he said he didn't tamper with it. But I think, if my theory about Arlecchino's involvement is correct, there are three possibilities; Lyney tampered with the Oratrice under Arlecchino's command and lied about it, Lyney tampered with the Oratrice but does not know he did so (this would potentially require Arlecchino to have a means of wiping/altering his memory, so I think we can discard this possibility for now), or Lyney was telling us the truth, and the Oratrice was sabotaged through some other means.

After all, in the trailer, there was some pretty heavy symbolism about Arlecchino using the magic show and the twins as a distraction for her own means. This could be exactly what was meant by her pushing over the fake twins in the trailer while talking about diversions. Perhaps she sent Lyney to sabotage it, or perhaps this whole mess was her way of causing the necessary diversion to sabotage it herself while everyone else was busy with the trial. I really, really do want to believe Lyney that he's told us everything he knows, but he lied to us once before, and I can completely see why he would keep this to himself. I do, however, think it's more likely that Lyney and Lynette are ignorant to Arlecchino's plans here, and that all she used them for was a diversion to get time to tamper with the Oratrice. With everyone focused on them, she was free to attend to her plan.

It's important to note here too, we never do get told why Tartaglia was being tried at all. There really doesn't seem to be a reason to think it could possibly be him. After all, the disappearances began twenty years ago. I think it's safe to bet Tartaglia has not been active in Fontaine for twenty years, even without having a canon answer to exactly how old he is. But if someone were to, say, give an anonymous tip, or leverage the power and influence of a Fatui harbinger, she could've easily gotten suspicions turned to Tartaglia without revealing herself, perhaps by coercing someone else into coming forward with the accusation in her stead, planting some sort of evidence... something. Furina and Neuvillette, not having any reason before now to have paid attention to Tartaglia, wouldn't come to these same conclusions that the Traveller can, as someone who knows Tartaglia, or even we in the audience, who know the lore, but even if they could, would have a duty to try him regardless. They don't actually need to believe Tartaglia did it, as long as the Oratrice prints out that 'guilty' verdict. He also hasn't been giving himself the best image, both by being a Harbinger and constantly pestering everyone and anyone with power to fight him.

Put all this together, and you get my theory; Arlecchino manipulated the Oratrice to declare Tartaglia guilty under the cover of the magic show murder trial, then personally pulled the strings to get Tartaglia arrested, knowing it didn't actually matter whether or not the logic held up, so long as the Oratrice declared a guilty verdict.

I do have a second, backup guess, however. That backup theory goes as follows; Marcel's experiments were funded by the Fatui, for whatever reason. Somehow, the Oratrice knows this, even though Furina and Neuvillette seem not to. Because Tartaglia is a harbinger, it declared him guilty, even though he knows nothing of it. Maybe Ajax, the person, is innocent, but Tartaglia the Harbinger is a representation of the Fatui, and the Fatui are guilty.

A final note; I wonder if Ajax had some inkling this could happen, and that's why he chose to give the traveler his Vision? If he'd had it on his person, it probably would've been seized when he was arrested. A Vision is an important possession, and we've seen firsthand in Inazuma what happens to someone when it's taken from them, something he probably knows about. It's possible that Ajax gave it to us for the exact reasons he said he did, but it's also possible that the traveler was just the safest place for it in the meantime.

I think this really hinges on whether or not Tartaglia was faking surprise or not at his guilty verdict. There's a chance the reason why he was so eager to leave without a verdict being drawn was because he knew it would be guilty, but I'm leaning towards the idea that he was genuinely shocked, and it's just a coincidence that he gave his Vision to us.

If you've made it this far through my sleep deprived rambling, hi, I hope they made sense! How did you like the quest? Any thoughts on my theories? Objections?

#genshin impact #fontaine #fontaine spoilers #4.0 spoilers #neuvillette #tartaglia #childe #ajax #furina #arlecchino #fontaine theory #genshin

[meshlasolus]

The Winner Takes It All

Episode 7

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, fluff, sad goodbyes (finnick refuses to actually say goodbye) and canon typical violence... like, a lot of it. Anyways, happy hunger games.

Chapter Summary: The countdown is on. The goodbyes need be said, the tributes must prepare themselves. The bloodbath is soon at hand, a daring start to the 71st hunger games.

Word Count: 3.0k

okay listen this is the beginning of a long and winding road. there's nothing in this chapter for me to fear for my life over but lord above the next few chapters might make me get my ass kicked (in a loving way ofc)

“Mercedes,” he said softly, handing to you the final pieces of your official game attire. “The Greek goddess of joy and happiness.”  You smiled, the description of your name was the exact reason it was given to you. You hadn’t been named for five days, mostly because your parents had been expecting a boy. In those five days, you’d smiled so much more than any baby they had ever seen. The name only seemed fitting, as you had been filled with joy and happiness. How ironic that a person with such a name would end up here?

If any of the tributes were able to sleep peacefully last night, you would be thoroughly surprised. Once you’d finally reached a restful state, your mind jumped you awake every single time to remind you once again that you were hours away from your possible demise. The bloodbath. All careers are expected to run straight into the chaos. If you want to keep them as allies, it is your duty to do what is expected. You have to conform to stay alive. 

Even though you’d rather grab a knapsack and run far away from the center of the arena, you know that you’re signing your death certificate if you do. It doesn’t matter how strong you are. You have to stay with the allies you made, or you’ll be at the top of their list. Lukas can help you if you need it, you know that for certain. Even if you don’t really trust the others, Rodey, Copelin and Freeda seem nice enough. You know to watch your back with Estelle, but otherwise, you think you’ve made a solid enough impression that they won’t double cross you. 

Yesterday, on the flickerman show, you all were too busy celebrating to focus on the fact that there was still another tribute with a perfect score, from district eleven. His name was Brock. You assumed that he was going to be the biggest threat against the career pack. You didn’t listen to his skills or even his interview, but you knew that if there was anyone to be afraid of, it was him. 

“You ready?” Lukas called to you from your bedroom door. You’d been given a temporary change of clothes for the time being until you were able to make it to the site of the arena. There, your stylist would be waiting to dress you in your actual game play attire.

You nodded, standing up and going to meet him where he stood. He seemed so calm, as did you on the outside. Perhaps it was the way you both were trying so hard to be strong, emotionless, or maybe it was simply the fact that you just wanted to get this over with. After all the pageantry is over, the only thing left to do is die. You just wished it wasn’t such a long process. The games were about sending a message, and that message was that the tributes were not just sacrifices, they were pawns. They were used to show just how much control the capitol had over everything. If they wanted to punish the districts, they could have just lined up twenty three kids every year and shot them down… but the hunger games were about exuding their influence, to let the people know that they could never fight back, and here are the consequences.

Finnick and Mags were waiting outside of the tribute center. Both of them looked sullen, as you can imagine this was a hard thing for them. Having to watch the tributes they worked so hard to prepare, leaving the building where there was a last sense of security. It made sense to say that even in the proudest of moments, they would still be sad for what they have lost. Even if one of you wins, one of you will become a permanent addition to the arena, and there’s nothing they can do about it. All they can do is hope that at least one of you comes home. 

Finnick was up late last night thinking, as were most of the other people in the building. He left the party kind of early, as even though he wished to distract himself, he had no desire to sit and think about the many outcomes of your future. Especially whilst surrounded by those who knew all too well what it was like to see the end of someone’s future. The end of someone’s life. They were all victims of the Capitol, but they all had blood on their hands that wasn’t their own. Finnick had more than most, and he understood that there was always a price to pay for his life being spared… but thinking that today is the day that he loses his best hope, he has no chance of resting until the games are over.

“This is where we part ways,” He said solemnly. The vast expanse of the sunrise getting higher was nothing today. It meant nothing because it couldn’t be appreciated. Even though the colors of the sky were brilliant, lighting the scene in the colored hues, it didn’t matter, because it didn’t change anything about today.

“Thank you Finnick, you’ve given us a better chance than we ever had.” Lukas reached his hand out to Finnick, and likewise, Mags had stepped forward to embrace you. Her warmth and sweetness was the only thing that brought a taste of home to this journey. You only could dream of seeing her again, and feeling her arms around you. 

“Stay strong, don’t let your guard down. Most importantly, stay together, no matter what happens.” Finnick’s last words of advice had no need to be said, because Lukas had already understood their importance. He just wanted so badly for Lukas to know that you were his best ally. He knew Lukas wouldn’t cross you, probably wouldn’t even kill you if you were the only other person alive… but he had to make sure those words were repeated until the last second.. 

“Mags,” Lukas turned to her, his heart leaping in his chest at the mother he never had. The mother he always wanted but was denied. “Thank you.”

You traded places with Lukas, letting him say goodbye to her as you know he wants to. You turn to Finnick, looking up to those sea green eyes. They reflected your sadness, but you tried not to dwell on it. You might never see him again, you don’t want to have the last memory be a sad one. 

You reached for each other, arms clinging around your bodies in an attempt to stay close, and not be forced apart. Whatever the outcome, this embrace will be remembered. You didn’t want to cry, but tears came to the corners of your eyes, and you blinked rapidly to try and force them to a stop. Your face was tucked into his shoulder, the smell of him was what you would take into the arena today. You’d dwell on it, and think of it if you died later. 

“I h-have so much I w-want to say to you.”

“Then say it when you get back,” he whispered in reply, his arms becoming impossibly tighter around you until you all heard the engines of the carriers start up. 

It’s time to go. 

You all part from each other, beginning to walk to the separate carriers awaiting on the landing pad. You look back, and Finnick is staring on, trying to catch every last glimpse of his favored tribute before it’s too late. He’ll be seeing you on a screen, but that’s not good enough.

As you board the aircraft with the other tributes, he gets one last look at your bare shoulder, and the windswept hair sitting over it. After that, the only thing he can do is remember. If that’s the last time he ever sees you, he doesn’t know what will come next for him. 

-

Dalton made you smile, a familiar face in the darkest hour, right before the chaos. 

“Mercedes,” he said softly, handing to you the final pieces of your official game attire. “The Greek goddess of joy and happiness.” 

You smiled, the description of your name was the exact reason it was given to you. You hadn’t been named for five days, mostly because your parents had been expecting a boy. In those five days, you’d smiled so much more than any baby they had ever seen. The name only seemed fitting, as you had been filled with joy and happiness. How ironic that a person with such a name would end up here?

“Based on what we’ve been told to prepare for the tributes, I would say you’re looking at a humid climate. Maybe desert or tropical. The directions were to provide breathable material… It could be biome, even.”

You weren’t sure if this rundown was something all the stylists gave. Or if there were just a few that cared more about their tributes. Dalton seemed to care more than any other Capitol member you’ve met thus far, which made him something of an ally in himself. 

“Will there be a l-lot of water?”

He smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

“There’s no way to know for sure. You might be looking at an oasis, it might just be small portions meant for tribute survival. There’s no real way of anyone knowing yet.”

You nodded, standing up and pulling the short sleeve tunic over your head. It was so thin it could be considered mesh, but it provided full coverage of your torso, hiding the black and gray sports attire you were given to wear beneath it. 

“The cargo bottoms lead me to believe that they want you to travel lightly. The pockets will provide ample room for things you might grab out of the packs. My advice would be to leave anything of substantial weight and only keep what you need.”

They want you to be quick on your feet. They don’t want you to be easily stuck in one place… does that mean you’re going to be chased? By something other than tributes?

There was a loud alarm sound that buzzed in the outside hallway of the private room. You looked to the ceiling with fear… it was starting. 

“Hey,” he snapped your attention back one more time. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you. And I hope we meet again.”

“Thank y-you. I hope I s-see you again, too.”

He leaned in and gave you a simple hug. Nothing long and lasting, but comforting enough that you could leave the room feeling better than you did when you went into it. You wished Finnick had been the one to see you off. Sadly, that didn’t fall under his job description. 

Dalton walked you into the hallway and down to the chamber labeled ‘female, four.’

Your heart started racing, and you realized only now how tired you were. Having tossed and turned and been completely and totally anxious the night before, you felt the sting of exhaustion hit you as you stepped into the lift. 

“Don’t be afraid. You are stronger than you could possibly know.”

The lift sealed, and though you wanted to say something in reply, you feel as though words would have failed you anyways. Your words always did. 

The anxiety heightened when the lift moved, the upwards drag of the mechanisms turning your stomach to mush. You’re a career. You will survive the bloodbath. Your allies are the strongest ones in the arena. You will survive through the day. 

When the arena showed itself to you, it seemed to be something of a rainforest. Barely any sun for the giant trees overhead, even in the clearing. It was humid and sticky in the air, which meant water would be everywhere, and as you were assuming, rain. 

This rainforest probably was crawling with capitol mutt wildlife, and you couldn’t help but feel like that would be the main danger. 

The clock was counting down at the cornucopia, thirty seconds remaining until the games began. You searched the platforms for an ally, and found two. Freeda and Rodey. Rodey who seemed to like you quite a bit. You would stick by him until you could find Lukas. He must have been further on the other side, because you certainly could not see him from here. 

Rodey happened to make eye contact with you, and you nodded to him, getting into a running stance. His head tilted towards the left side of the cornucopia, where all the weapons were spread out across from the food. He would run there first, so that’s where you would go. 

Your heart was beating harder and faster than ever it has before, and with every tick of the clock, every number counted down, it got faster, and faster, and faster… until the clock hit zero. 

Your feet were running the mossy grounds the second you stepped off. Copelin was the first to reach the center, grabbing a spear and a knife, throwing the knife at the first non-career tribute that attempted to grab something, you didn’t dare look behind you at whoever it was he’d hit, you only heard their cry of pain before a cannon sounded. The first of many, and you hated it already... You finally saw Lukas, as he was the second one to a weapon. He took a short sword, and tossed to you a long weighted club, you'd made it there third. You didn’t intend on using it, but it was good to have. Freeda was seen next to Estelle, running and grabbing the bow and arrows. You heard the cry of an angry tribute behind you, turning to see the boy from seven with an ax. He was coming at you with incredible speed, but you managed to use your club to deflect his first hit. You were about to try and unarm him before a Kunai knife was thrown from behind you and into his face. He was down immediately, and you didn’t have time to think about the fact that he was the first death you’d ever witnessed, you only listened to the second boom of the cannon, now connecting the sight and sound. You just stood up and turned to Rodey, his arms holding out a sword for you to take. It felt heavy in your hands, and even though you could easily bear the weight of the blade, you doubted you could take the weight of what it would do to the people around you. 

Lukas hadn’t killed anyone yet, but he aided both Copelin and Estelle in taking down the girls from six and eight. Your kill count was zero, and your assist count was zero. You were going to do everything in your power to keep it that way. This wasn’t training anymore. There weren’t any prissy Capitol snobs that could punish you for not doing as they say. You’ve come to die, and you won’t go out a murderer. 

You decided to busy yourself, to make it look like you were helping the team, but without seeming like a coward from staying away from the fight. You rushed behind Rodey and Lukas, hearing three more cannons go off as you scrounged through the supplies. Ropes, sleeping bags, medical supplies. Hell, even snack bars. You started packing them into the backpacks, seeing as though they only contained a flask, a rope, and a hunting knife. 

You weren’t sure what the plan was yet, but you knew you would be needing all of these things at some point, so it made sense to gather them together instead of letting them get taken by run-by tributes. You mentally apologized to them, for taking the resources that could mean the difference between losing or keeping their lives. It was you or them, that was what you needed to start thinking. But you really hated the thought that your life should be considered worth more than anyone else's. It’s not.

Several cannons and a bloodbath later, the fighting stopped. You had gotten everyone a backpack, handing it to them once the career pack was the only group left on the field. It was only when you turned around that you started to feel sick. All those cannons, the sounds were of little consequence until you saw what they left behind. Fallen tributes. Eight, you counted. They all lay in the mossy patches on the ground, a once beautiful clearing already tarnished with the blood of the district's children. 

You didn’t say a word, just handed out the packs you’d prepared, letting them look through and grab what they wanted, keeping what they did and exchanging what they didn’t. You did the same, grabbing Lukas by the arm and pulling him to the side. You opened the top of your pack, showing him the rope and lures you'd stashed away. There had to be water somewhere in this jungle, and when you found it, you were sure that fishing would be a good option to keep the other food supplies stocked up. 

“That’s good,” he said, nodding to you and giving you a once over. You had splattered blood of that kid from seven on your face. Your hands, even trying to hold strong, were shaking. The expression you wore was a facade, but he could see the tinge of guilt hanging in your eyes, even though you hadn’t done anything to be ashamed of. He had. He killed a boy, the one his age, from six. He kept reminding himself that this was self defense. Every single person in this arena was fighting against one another in self defense, because none of them wanted to be here. Even the careers who volunteer don’t want to die, they just like the attention. Now, when the fun is mostly over, they would rather be in their own districts as well. Every child in this arena just wants to go home, and in order to do that, the others must die. Lukas is no different from every other tribute in this hell hole, and though his mind feels heavy, he tries to lighten the load by thinking that perhaps he can go home at the end of this. All these dead kids around him are providing him a way home, even though it comes as a great cost of sacrifice. “Are you okay?”

You look back at him, and all you can do not to fall apart is nod. He understands the need for silence. Your mouth couldn’t even say the words you wished to anyway, so you’d rather spare yourself the trouble and not say anything at all.

“Alright,” he turned in the direction of the others, walking back and feeling your presence follow behind him. The others looked at him in expectation, in waiting. Lukas was the top dog, he’d be giving the orders. Copelin leaned forward, wiping the blood off his hands into his pants. He turned to Lukas fully, raising his voice in a question. 

“What’s the plan?”

-

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[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3760 (chapter 48)

'screw valentine's day, i want what they have'

but anyway, you're welcome ☺ thoughts, comments are always appreciated <3

48. this might've been just a dream, right?

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He says again, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Robert? What are you doing here?" You manage to say, feeling as if your whole body has gone numb. The kitchen almost starts spinning, and you feel your blood begin to boil.

"I invited Rob, he's a part of the family." Your father says, leaving Matt alone, and comes to stand next to Robert in the kitchen. Rob. Fucking Rob. Now it was only you against them both. Exactly the way it always has been.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, y/n?" Robert asks, eyes targeting Matt, his voice as sweet as honey. You're not gonna get the authority in this house, and he knows it all too well.

"Yeah, that's Matthew Murdock. My boss." You smile wickedly, watching everyone's eyes widen. "Murdock as in Nelson and Murdock attorneys office."

Matt tries to read the room, waiting for somebody to snap, but Robert only shakes his hand, obviously swallowing some other words.

"Your boss? Y/n, what-" your mother begins, but a single glare from your dad is enough to shut her up. The atmosphere changes immediately, and Matt feels like an outsider, as if he himself was sitting as a spectator in a courtroom, a mere watcher with no real influence on the Jury's final decision.

"I'm sorry, mind if I have a few words with my daughter?" Your father says, walking out of the kitchen, sparing all the pleasantries. He doesn't need to turn back and wait for you because he knows you'll follow.

"Excuse me." You mutter, walking past Matt. He asks for someone to show a way to the bathroom, so he could listen to you and your father talk without completely blanking out in front of others. It was unfair, cheating, using his powers for not a great cause, but he just couldn't be left out in a new environment. Not when it was you and him against the world.

"What? What boss? Mind explaining something to your father?" Harold closes the doors of his bedroom, not shouting or smashing things. But this calmness was always scarier than anger.

"What's there to explain? I work elsewhere now." You sit on the bed, unfazed.

"How long?"

"Two months or so."

"Why?" Yeah, this was the spitting image of a police interrogation.

"I got tired of kissing asses, especially Benowitz's." You simply shrug, holding strong eye contact.

"You had the world under your feet there and left for what? What does he even pay you?" Apparently one look was enough to crack Matt's character and social status.

"Not nearly enough, but I don't really care about money." A steady heartbeat.

"If you think that leaving Benowitz was a great idea, you're very wrong, kid. He's gonna crush that office of yours like a boot crushes an ant." Harold's voice was still unbelievably calm. Matt sits on the closed toilet seat to listen better. "What went wrong? You liked working there."

"He wanted me to give a false statement to the Jury. I refused."

"That's it?"

"Yes." Your heart skips a beat; but you don't desire explaining every 'silly' thing that lead to your resignation. Not now.

He scoffs and a thunder-like laugh leaves his chest. "Honey, if you think that everyone who works as a lawyer is a saint, then you still don't know shit about the world."

"If you thought I was gonna let a guilty party walk freely among everyone else, then you're..." Insane. Stupid. "Wrong."

"But it's not that, is it?"

Matt stiffens, trying to locate your heartbeat again.

"It's... Love, right?" Harold asks again, noticing your pink cheeks. He could always read you like an open book. "Oh, what have I told you after the last time?" A heavy sigh escapes him.

You break the eye contact with him, looking at your feet. The mattress next to you dips, and your face is pulled into your dad's chest. "I know. But it's different. It won't be like the last time." You whisper, your shoulders rigid and unable to release the tension. 

"I want to believe it. But I have a feeling that this time it will be worse."

"No, I promise."

"You don't have to promise me anything. Promise to yourself." He rubs your shoulder with the free hand, thinking over his next words. "Listen, I know that it never worked out with Robert... Although I really wish it did. But I'm not gonna press you this time."

"Who are you and what did you do to my father?" You pull away to look him in the eyes and he wipes the tears from your face.

"I want what's best for my only daughter."

Matt furrows his eyebrows. So many questions and no answers. He understood that the past is better left behind, but not knowing a lot about you was frustrating. 

*** 

The dinner was nice. Apart from the occasional glares thrown at you and Matt from one of the three. You sat next to Matt, who was seated right across Robert, next to your father, facing you, and your mother by his side. Robert was acting like a real man should - he listened, asked questions, commented something on the game that was shown on TV; to a mere watcher, it would've looked like Robert and Matt got along just perfectly. But the tension was hanging thickly around them, as you suspected it would.

Your father was mostly silent, but when he talked, he only asked questions. Questions you didn't particularly enjoy. When you told him about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, now crowned as Daredevil, about how the whole gang of Nelson and Murdock put the city's biggest criminal behind the bars and accidentally let it slip that you've been poisoned, your father almost choked on the apple pie. Of course, the lecture about being more cautious was inevitable, even in front of a guest, but when Matt placed his warm hand on your knee for reassurance, you felt grateful to have him here with you. 

"Do you agree with this devil, Matthew?" Your mother asks, pouring herself a glass of water. You notice her hands slightly shaking. Obviously, no mother wants to hear about their child getting hurt; not even when that child is a 30-year-old lawyer.

"As a lawyer - no." Matt's voice is firm, he doesn't stutter like he did when Karen asked his opinion about the vigilante for the first time, although it wasn't nice to lie about himself. "As a citizen, a blind one too, I think he's doing a lot more good than wrong. I mean, he has saved y/n, and our secretary, more than once."

"By disobeying and breaking multiple rules." Robert speaks from behind a cup, sending you 'is this guy serious' look.

"Well, you can't have something good without a bit of bad." Matt responds, and you bite away a grin, giving Robert a glare back. 

"Sounds a lot like church teaching." 

"Well, I am catholic." Matt answers to Robert.

"So as a catholic, you believe in his doings?" Your mother asks again. The question hangs in the air for a while, accompanied by the sound of intense commentating on TV.

"Please, let's not involve religion at this table." You groan slightly. 

"No, I wanna hear his opinion." You look at Robert threateningly, but he avoids your eyes. 

"Yeah, I mean... He's not killing people... From what I've heard. Just... Beats them up and gives them to police."

"So what you're saying..." your father clears his throat, "is that police are not capable of dealing with the criminals... and they need another criminal to help them?"

Ah, the police way of talking. You knew this was coming sooner or later. Maybe bringing Matt here was a mistake.

"I usually don't doubt honest work of police officers but-"

"Fisk had at least half of the precinct paid off. I saw FBI arresting them." You help Matt, suddenly feeling the need to defend him from your family's sharp words. You two against the whole world.

"All the good men then left, I see." Harold clears his throat again, this time more embarrassed than confident, "when I was Chief Officer, anyone who was bribed was kicked out of the force... by me. Personally. I guess a lot has changed, in almost ten years."

"Why did you leave the force?" Matt risks a lot with this question, and suddenly everyone at the table tense. You gulp loudly beside Matt, panic evident in your eyes when they meet your father's tired ones. Your mother focuses on the glass of water in her hand, not making eye contact with anyone. Robert notices your eyebrow slightly twitching when you look at Camilla, something about your face now was different; you looked paler, more tired, as if these were your last moments on Earth. He knew some of it, the story, the real reason, but after the time when he asked for more details and was met with your furious father, he didn't dare to look for more details anymore. What he knew, was half of the truth, and frankly, it was enough for him. It was the same for your mother, yet she learned to be humble and silent about it. 

The question hangs heavily in the air, until your father replies, "Uh, just encountered some personal... Health problems."

He's lying. Too obvious for someone who previously worked in the force. Harold's heartbeat is all over the place, loudly pounding in Matt's ears. As is yours. Something about this was not right, suspicious.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Matt sends a small apologetic smile towards your dad, his hand finding your knee under the table again. You almost flinch, but then quickly cover it up with a cough. Your skin somehow feels both hot and cold at the same time, and Matt feels the sudden tensing of your body. "If you were still a captain, none of that mess with Fisk would've ever happened." 

"Don't be so sure, Matthew." Harold's voice is low, with a note of regret, "from what I've heard now, he's worked hard in the shadows to lure powerful people and built his empire from scratch. A man like this is very dangerous and hard to capture."

"But not impossible." Matt strives to bring positivity back on the table, but this appears to be impossible.

"Matthew, take no offense, but you're too catholic for your own good." Harold answers, and you know that this is his final word in this talk.

The men return from the backyard, and you can only guess what they talked about the whole time they were gone. You pass Matt in the corridor, grazing his hand with your fingers as you go and make way towards the bathroom to wash your face. A minute later, someone slips inside, and you think that it's Matt, but when you lift your head to grab a towel, you see Robert standing in the middle of the bathroom, his arms crossed on his chest. 

***

You help your mother get the guest room ready, exchanging only few words. She likes Matt, admits it herself, but doesn't dare to comment anything else. Mother's intuition was telling her that you didn't bring Matt here to simply make a blind man's lonely holiday better, perhaps you wanted to introduce him as your boyfriend, but didn't dare to do so when Robert was in the house. She also liked Robert, he was almost like a son to her, visiting them ocassionally since highschool, he wasn't a rare sight in this house, but... Maybe it was time to move on. For everyone. Camilla knew that if Robert continues coming here, you'll become a rare sight. In her heart, she wanted what's best for you, her dearest daughter, but she also knew about your tough character and how easily you can break apart when you're hurt.

"Occupied." 

"Well, then you should've locked the door." His voice is nonchalant, you notice that he's already changed his clothes, ditched the long sleeved shirt for an old police academy t-shirt. He looks as if he was trying to flex his biceps in front of you, but the thought of that makes you grin. Matt definitely had a stronger body than this Sheriff wannabe.

"Not my fault that there's an idiot in the house."

"Classic y/n." He scoffs, leaning on the door with his whole back. "So, this guy, a new toy of yours?"

"Do I hear jealousy, Robert?"

He ignores your question, going on a ramble, "see, this is why some people think of you as a whore, going around, playing men and then leaving them when you get bored. Even at the dinner table you two can't keep your hands to youself, huh? Are you two fucking?"

"I fuck whomever I want. And it's no concern of yours." You say, leaning on the sink.

"Have you forgotten about us? How good it felt when we were together?" He says, his back still pressed against the bathroom door, keeping the maximum distance in the small space.

"Maybe it felt good for you, but you've never even bothered to ask if it felt good for me." You bite, watching his eyes widen in shock... Or shame.

"Oh please, if someone had heard us, they would've thought that I was the best man on the planet with the way you were screaming."

"Maybe I was screaming because I disliked it? How can you know when you've always turned away to sleep or left after you were done rutting your dick into me?" You wave your hands in front of you in a dirty gesture, noticing Robert's clenched jaw.

"He's gonna break your heart. Like you did mine. I just hope the pain is even worse for you than it was for me."

"I broke your heart? Please." You scoff, crossing your arms, "when I told you about my problem, you basically vanished."

"I needed some time to think, but I still wanted you. I still do." His voice is desperate and it makes you sick.

"Oh, save it for some other poor soul, you just wanted to get me pregnant but when the doctors said that it's impossible, you threw me away like a dirty rag. That's all you wanted - to have nice little children, and not because you loved me, but because you were so obsessed with my father that you wanted a connection between the two of you!" Your voice gets louder and Robert glances at the door nervously.

"I don't need any children to have a connection with your father. I already have it." He boasts, so sure of his place in this house that if he hated you, he would have the power to banish you from here. But he didn't. Deep in his heart, there we still strong feelings for you.

"Oh, right, I forgot that you are the son he wished to have, and not me, the daughter who's whoring around every man she sees, right?" Your voice is strong, displaying years of suppressed anger and not being loved enough in your own home. "Do you know how hard it was for me to be with you after all that I went through? How your touch made me flinch? And you have the audacity to come here to my parent's house and say that you want me back? Don't you understand the reason I left you the second time?" You desperately grab onto the sink with your palms and take deep breaths.

"You said you were better, how was I supposed to read your goddamn mind?" He shouts, and suddenly you feel like you've travelled back in time, before you were even a lawyer, and were arguing about the same things with Robert.

"I said I was better because I was, the therapy was helping, but I wasn't feeling well with you around. You're just... Too similar to him."

"If you think that I'm similar to that psychopath, you're not better than him yourself."

"You-" you grab a tube of body lotion from the sink and throw it at Robert, hitting him in the chest. "Get out of my sight before I throw something sharper than this fucking lotion!"

"You will fuck this up, whatever you two have going on, it's doomed." He leaves the bathroom, closing the door loudly.

*** 

An hour later you're gently knocking on Matt's door, hoping to disappear from the corridor before Robert or your father see you. Robert was staying in the room next to this, and he could exit any moment. Matt opens quickly, much to your luck, a confused look on his face. Without words, he lets you inside. 

"Wow, that is really dark, I gotta," you walk towards the corner of the room and turn on a lamp. Warm yellow light fills the space, and you notice Matt's slumped shoulders. "What did they even do to you?" You say with a humourless laugh, sitting at the end of the bed. 

"Don't worry, we just chatted. What's up with you?" Matt tries to sound innocent, but he didn't know what to do with the information he overheard. He wanted to hug you, and never let you out of his embrace, but you had to tell everything you told Robert to him yourself.

"You want some?" You say, taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle. He doesn't answer, but sits next to you on the bed. "It's wine."

"Where'd you get that?"

"Stole from my parents. I need it more than they do." You push the bottle into Matt's hands, and watch him drink. "I truly hoped that this could be our escape from the problems and the whole Hell's Kitchen, but... I'm sorry it got ruined. By an obvious somebody." Your voice wavers with anger.

"It's alright. I got to spend more time with you." Matt shrugs, his knee resting against yours. 

"Aren't you just full of positivity?" You smile, honestly, for the first time this evening. "So, how bad are the first impressions?" You drink again, not letting Matt out of your sight. 

"They're good. I think your mom likes me a lot." He smiles, and you fight the urge to put your palm on his cheek. "Robert's not very talkative with me, and your dad... I think he has accepted the fact that Robert's not your boyfriend anymore."

"Ah, you know, Matt, I love your ability to see positive aspects of every shitty situation." You laugh, finally loosening up when the wine kicks in.

"You didn't tell me it was your birthday." Matt says, taking a swing from the bottle. The wine is good, not too sweet and just the right amount of sour. "Which day was it?"

"November 13th." You answer, lying on your side with your hand under your head. "I stopped celebrating a long time ago."

Matt drinks some more and puts the bottle away, lying down as well, mirroring you. "Why?"

"Got tired of all the meaningless gifts, and money. I hate when people gift money and say 'go buy whatever you want'. It just completely loses the whole birthday meaning. A gift should be something that screams 'you're on my mind' or 'this made me think of you' and not 'this is shiny and girly, I hope this will pass as a good gift'." You scoff, "One time Robert gifted me a red lipstick because he liked the color."

"Jesus, really?" Matt can't hold the laugh, and you burst out laughing as well, hiding your face in his chest. When the laughter dies, Matt's hand begins gently stroking your hair, "I would gift you the whole world if I could."

"Lying is a sin, Matthew." You smile, kissing his exposed neck. "You should be very careful with these kinds of statements. Or I might twist them around." 

He lets you kiss his neck, his jaw and his chest, but the uneasiness stirring inside of him doesn't allow Matt to fully focus on you the way he'd want to. "I overheard something... You and Robert were talking." 

The words make you stop and you look at him intently, panic setting in, "what exactly?"

Words get stuck in his throat, and Matt's face becomes red, embarassed. He should've just kept his mouth shut, but of course, the devil had to pull his tongue. "Something about pregnancy. I was just passing by and-"

"Oh, that." You close your eyes, bracing yourself. "I was planning to tell you this some time later. I didn't know how far will we go... Because no woman goes around telling that to the first guy in her bed... But I think you already deserve to know." You pause, feeling your own heart beating loudly in your ears, Matt puts his hand on yours for emotional support. He has heard every single word you and Robert said to each other, but he needed to hear it all from you. "I... I can't have children. I can't get pregnant, and... If you had thoughts about family, now it's perfect time for you to run away."

"I won't leave you, y/n." He squeezes your hand, reassuringly, "I... I don't care. Family, no family, I just want to be with you."

"Just please, don't be disappointed later when that honeymoon phase passes." You sigh.

"I won't. I promise." Matt seals his promise with a kiss, one full of love and adoration.

I love you.

***

The night felt like a fever dream for you and Matt. He kissed you the way he has never kissed anyone; his touch was like fire on your skin, exploring your body like he has already done many times before, but this time it was even more intimate. This wasn't just sex anymore; it was a feeling almost divine, as if your spirits were connecting and merging into one. You gripped the sheets, raked Matt's strong back with your nails, surely leaving long red marks, and welcomed his body weight on yours when you both came from the highest of all the highs - it was divine. When Matt continued to tightly hold your interlocked hands next to your head, and panted hot air into your neck, you didn't expect him to say the next words.

This was beyond the description of 'divine' and all the other words that were used to describe a feeling out of this planet. This was something else, something unreal, a thing one so madly in love longs to hear, dreams, expects and waits for... Yet is never ready when these words are said aloud.

If you didn't have to be quiet, you'd surely would have been laughing into his strong, hairy chest, pressing his body into yours a million times until you wouldn't have been able to move a single muscle. But you couldn't. So you showered Matt with kisses, feeling your lips uncomfortably tingling, and swollen, and told him the same three words back.

It was a fever dream, and you both were sick with the worst disease ever - love.

#matt murdock #marvel daredevil #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson #bound by law #netflix daredevil #lawyers #matts superhearing complicates things for you #daredevil #marvel #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #matthew murdock #human disaster matt murdock #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil x reader

[gamblersdoll]

ITS THE MATTER OF IT… chapter 5

tw: 18+ themes, drug usage (its just weed) sukuna being a little shit, a lil needy yuuji please note i have warned my readers of sexual themes, so no negativity or i will have to block.

what yuuji liked about you, were when you both could eventually get closer, even if you were almost same as fushiguro.

whenever you could cook food, even your ethnic ones, he was right there each of the way. snacking of course, he couldnt wait to try and taste your food while it cooked, so he would find little biscoff cookies or snack on crackers while it cooked. he could see how well you could cook, determined to try and learn from you so you could one day relax and make it for you.

or when you did your hair. wash days, deep conditioning, whatever long hairstyles you did , he watched in awe. washing your thick hair could take an hour or two, so he would occasionally help— outside of the shower of course, but was he godsend with his hands. but once you put your hair cream into his hair and raked it through, he was in heaven.

right now? both of you were laying in the bed listening to whatever tiktok you both were on. yuuji would send at least ten at a time, so you had to watch them. the problem however was what you were feeling. he had his legs under yours, and would occasionally poke or squeeze at them. you paid it no mind, or at least you thought.

for yuuji, he was internally panicking. you actually felt comfortable to do that? what were you both? could you at least feel the same? each time he looked at you, his heart would squeeze too, but who wouldnt when they were around you?

should… should he?

“yuuj?” you called him. you had given him some little nickname , it only missed the i in it though. yuuji had finally peeled his eyes away from his phone to look at you, trying to hide his blush.

“hm?” he grunted softly, looking at you, he put his hand on your left knee, and smiled. he was good at smiling, it somewhat made you feel home.

“why are you panicking.. youre sweating.” you had asked, and to no fault pointed out. he felt embarrassed then, only catching on to his little facade.

“i.. i was just thinking about something.” he said, he wasn’t necessarily lying, but he didnt say what about. he looked at you like you were the prettiest girl ever, forget Jennifer Lawrence.

“what about?” you had mindlessly asked, scrolling still on your phone, you hadnt looked up at him until he had said something that had caught you.

“how uh.. i used to smoke weed.” he had admitted, this time he put on a front, he hadnt smoked weee, but only had inhaled from a contact high. he was going to speak again until sukuna had made his arrival.

“punk ass, he hasnt smoked ever.” sukuna had said, putting yuuji on blast for even saying something like that. yuuji rolled his eyes, hoping that you wouldnt get mad that he told a fib.

“did you want to try.” you meant as a question, but growing ready for whatever reason yuuji might back out.

yuuji had grown nervous, but an excited nervous, and he nodded.

…………

this edible was strong as fuck.

maybe about a hour after splitting and consuming a edible, one that simply should have put yuuji on his ass, both of you were munching on whatever food was nearby. for him, a meatball sub since he apparently loved that kind of food. and for you, philly steak. yuuji had actually remembered to get it, even when under the influence… what boyfriend material.

now both of you were cuddled up, watching a tiktok on your phone while yuuji was somewhat big but little spoon. but for yuuji, he felt like his feelings were amplified.

he knew without a doubt, if he could be with you like this, you trusted him.

but thats when the high really started to kick in, and he felt his chest tighten or his legs.. or was it his pants? he felt ashamed for even being in that state. but he couldnt help it! you were so pretty and smart.. and you looked so good right now.

“how you feeling, yuu?” you had asked, without a doubt in the same boat.

“does being high make you really uhh… aroused?” he had slurred, but could talk better than you. you had nodded, knowing that you could barely form a sentence when intoxicated.

he nodded too, his finger tips tracing shapes on your arms, then on your back, which caused goosebumps to form and make you feel more than what you felt.

“is this.. okay?” he asked, feeling on the side of your ribs and close to your breasts. you had nodded, in your head you were asking for him to, to help relieve your stress and problem for now.

“please..” you had whispered, looking up at him with big brown high eyes. had you known that would set yuuji off, you wouldnt.

yuuji had to look away, feeling like if you both continued, itd be wrong, could you even consent? could you think for yourself? some people cant when they are high. “y/n.. how sure are you about this? can you even consent to this??” he asked, what a gentleman.

“we don’t have to get deep into it.. but please.” you had pleaded, growing needy for his touch since he had pulled away. he was getting needy too, he wanted to wait and hear you say what was needed.

you had ever since gotten on his lap and moved your hips against it, causing yuuji to breathe heavily and grab your hips. once you got into his ear, you knew what would happen.

“i want this, i consen–“ you were going to finish, until yuuji had heard you completely and laid you on your back, sharing your first kiss with him.

his hands wandered, exploring what your body had felt like, how much you barely took care of it, but how you still felt so soft and supple. his tongue brushed against yours, causing you to grant him access and that turned into sloppy kisses.

his kisses went to your neck, feeling how hot and heavy it had gotten in the matter of minutes. he whined, smelling your skin and how you smelled so good. he had gotten between your legs, dragging his focus to where you both would connect, and softly snapped his clothed hard on against your clothed cunt making you both moan out.

he leaned back to your ear, dragging his hand from your breast, to your waistband. he suckled on your earlobe, making you mewl out and arch your back.

“let me know when you want me to stop, okay baby?” he whispered to you, making sure your safety was more important. you had nodded, feeling his fingers slip under your clothes and play with your bundle of nerves.

“fuck..” you moaned out, immediately your hand flying to cover your mouth and another hand pinching your clothed nipple. yuuji had noticed, pulling your shirt up and licking circles around your pebbled nipple. you moaned as he lowered his fingers.

“you okay, baby?” yuuji had asked, slipping a finger slowly into your wet slit, feeling how his fingers were sinking into you. you nodded, grinding your hips on his thick fingers as he didnt move.

after he had to convince you to moving your hand, he had kissed you. sucking on your bottom lip as he told you how warm you felt, how you feel good next to him. he eventually started to slowly split your slit open with just two fingers. and thats where it hit.

you started to writhe, growing close to your orgasm and he immediately knew.

“yeah baby? like this?” he asked, curling his fingers into your walls and going slow then fast, as if he was actually making love to you. you nodded, tears growing in your eyes from how good it felt, whenever you were high it always felt so much more than sober. yuuji had started drawing circles on your clit with his thumb as he finger fucked you, drawing you closer.

“imgunncum—“ you had whispered, barely even managed to say it. yuuji had understood and heard you, growing desperate to make you feel good.

“cumforme, pleasebabycum– come on, you can cum..” yuuji had said, setting you off and over a cliff as you reached your climax, silently of course. yuuji had pulled away from you, pulling your pants off and having you go use the bathroom. he then got a warm rag and wiped your down, carrying you back to bed.

“what about you…?” you had slurred, worried about whatever you could do to return the favor. he waved you off though.

“next time, sweetie.” he had told you, pulling you closer to him so both of you could pass out in his arms.

….

in sukuna’s domain however, he was learning about what could possibly make you even more vulnerable to him. he felt… strange? as if he was growing soft? no. it wasnt that, he was just simply attracted to you. and then he started to plan. he could simply switch with the brat and have his way with you, no, he wanted you to savor him and his time with you.

“ill have my way with you soon, little one.”

honorable tags: @lisaaannna @coldbreadbouquetworld

#jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #sukuna x you #jjk yuuji #jjk sukuna #jjk x you #jjk smut #jjk #jjk season 2 #jjk leaks #jjk yuji #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu itadori

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

I have this headcanon that Noctua was the one who raised Ominis more than his own parents did, and I wanna take a minute to talk about it.

Like, if Noctua and Ominis thought the same way, it had to have been more than mere coincidence or just visits now and then for him to think the same way. Seeing as she was only his aunt, it would have taken some serious influence to overcome his own biological parents' impression on him to get him where he is when our MCs meet him. Living in the same house as the rest of the Gaunts until Ominis was 11 is more than enough time to do some serious damage, so obviously there was some outside force keeping him from going down the same dark path as the rest of his family, and it's easy to connect that that force was Noctua. Whatever she did, it definitely worked—to the point that she became his favorite person in the world.

I imagine Noctua could have taken it upon herself to raise him after seeing how he was treated differently for being incurably blind. The rest of his family might have seen him as a nuisance or just given up on him, so Noctua teaches him how to be independent, and of course introduces him to the idea of using a wand as a navigation aid. In the process, she would have influenced how she thought. I've seen fanart about Noctua teaching him how to read or giving him his first wand, and I love that so so much. The idea of Noctua giving her wand to him until he got his own at 11 is something I think about a lot. I know there are a lot of different HCs for how Ominis reads, but mine personally is that it's like a text-to-speech thing that reads to him in his mind, and his wand reads things back to him in Noctua's voice.

I would think that when he first came into her care, he was headed down the same path as the rest of his family, and it took a lot of deprogramming to help him form healthier patterns of thought. Without Noctua's influence, idk how Ominis could have ever escaped the overwhelming conditioning the rest of the Gaunts would have imposed upon him tbh, considering it's implied Noctua and Ominis were the only ones in that era of the Gaunts who weren't violent blood status fanatics. Teaching him what unconditional familial love was and how to have compassion would have likely been a lengthy process. He would have formed a lot of coping methods just to survive the Gaunts both before and during Noctua's care—coping methods many of his relatives probably had and just accepted as normal. Idk if I really have the stomach to explore that line of thought in much detail, but yeah, it's easy to get the picture I think.

That deprogramming would have led to a lot of confusion and inner conflict too, of course. Kids are usually bonded strongly to their parents, and overcoming that bond would be very difficult, even if Ominis knew the way his parents thought and acted was wrong. It would have made participation in the crucio tradition that much more difficult. There were probably lots of days Ominis wished he could just live in blissful ignorance to avoid the emotional—and physical—pain.

Noctua probably died when Ominis was pretty young, and that would have been yet another devastating blow. I really can't imagine your guardian disappearing like that. Maybe he was old enough that she was able to explain what she was doing and that she would come back, and then never did. Between that and the rest of the Gaunts, it's kind of no wonder Ominis has the trust issues he does. But either way, her guidance was strong enough that he didn't fall back into the old habits of the rest of his family, and the sheer power of Noctua's influence really speaks for itself there. I really wish we had gotten to know Noctua better, tbh. I want to know more about her time with Ominis.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #noctua gaunt #headcanons #I am vaguely sad-tipsy I apologize if anything doesn't make sense lol #and now back into the self-isolation writing hole I go

[666writingcafe]

Barbatos' Birthday Surprise (Part Four)

August 22

To say that I'm nervous would be an understatement. I don't know if I've ever fretted this much over what I was going to pack for a weekend away in my entire life. Of course, some of my anxiety has probably been ramped up by Asmo, who's been hovering all week and believing that I need his input, but that doesn't explain all of it.

The truth is, I don't want to disappoint or embarrass Barbatos. I know what Satan said about him acting differently at metal concerts, but he only got that information from other people. For all I know, they may have been lying, and Barbatos actually remains subdued, and I really cannot afford to look like a fool in front of him. It may be a weekend away, but both of us still have reputations we have to uphold.

"MC." Lucifer's voice snaps me out of my mental spiraling. "Barbatos just told me he was on his way to pick you up. I think it might be best if you head downstairs so that you're ready when he arrives. I'll carry your suitcase."

"Lucifer?" I ask as he steps inside my room and grabs the suitcase handle. "Do you think I've made a mistake?"

"Regarding this particular trip, no. Being away from all this for a few days will benefit both of you." He begins walking away, but then pauses and turns back around. "It might comfort you to know that Barbatos has been talking to me about this trip pretty much nonstop since you gave him his early birthday present. I've not seen him this excited about something since the last Three Realm Tea Exposition, and that was centuries ago." Lucifer pauses. "Of course, it may have less to do with the concert itself and more to do with the fact that he gets to spend uninterrupted time with you. He's grown rather fond of you."

~~~

"Nice car." These are the first words that come out of my mouth as soon as I'm alone outside with Barbatos. While part of me wishes I could have been more eloquent in that moment, the car truly shocked me. I never would have expected him to show up in a sleek black convertible, let alone one that looks straight out of the 1950s.

"It was gifted to me many years ago by a human sorcerer," Barbatos replies as he opens the passenger door for me. Once we're both in the car, he adds,

"Before you ask, no, it wasn't Solomon. His gifts are far less tasteful." I snort in amusement. "I'm glad someone finds that funny."

"Was I not supposed to?"

"You're fine, MC. Don't think I took offense, because I didn't. I'm just over Solomon's so-called presents." He starts the car and begins driving away from the House. "One time, he got me a taxidermied rat for Christmas."

"Okay, that's messed up. If I know that you despise rats, then Solomon most definitely should."

"It was dressed up as a butler. At least, that's what he told me. It's not like I studied the damn thing. I ended up chucking it in the fireplace as soon as I realized what it was."

"That must have upset Solomon, assuming that you threw it in front of him."

"Oh, it upset him, alright. He wouldn't talk to me for a few days."

"Serves him right. I mean, what was he expecting you to do, turn cartwheels over the idea of having a beady-eyed rat staring at you?" I glimpse a faint smile on Barbato's lips.

"Believe it or not, some of Solomon's friends thought I was overreacting."

"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. His behavior gets worse when he spends time with shady people."

"Which accounts for basically everyone he chooses as company. In fact, I'm a little surprised he likes you as much as he does." Okay...did not expect that.

"Really?"

"It's not a knock against you. Quite the opposite, actually. You have a strong moral compass. He doesn't." He pauses as we reach a red stoplight. Once it turns green, he resumes speaking.

"I don't want you to get the wrong impression of Solomon. At the end of the day, he's more often on the side of good than evil. However, he can be easily influenced into causing chaos, which gets him in a lot of trouble."

"Like Mammon?"

"Yes and no. Mammon doesn't always think before he acts. Solomon does."

"I see." I really did not anticipate him revealing this much information. I thought we'd just talk about our trip and maybe get to know each other a little bit, but this...this is new. I don't want to make Barbatos uncomfortable, but at the same time I like this candid side of him. It makes him more relatable. Softer, even.

"Anyway, the point is, I thought that Solomon would take advantage of you being his apprentice, but he seems genuinely interested in teaching you, which is good for him. He needs someone like you to help keep him focused. In a way, so does everyone else."

"Even you?" The question escapes my lips before I can fully register the thought in my head. Unsurprisingly, Barbatos doesn't answer. I pushed him too far.

Dammit.

In an attempt to hide my embarrassment, I turn my head towards the window and passively watch as we drive past different buildings and trees.

At least it's early enough in our trip that we can still enjoy ourselves later.

Doesn't help me out now, but still.

~~~

I don't remember drifting off, but I'm nevertheless jolted awake by the car stopping. Glancing out the window reveals that we're parked in front of a convenience store. I wonder if Barbatos got thirsty or something. In any case, it's a good opportunity for me to stretch, so I get out of the car and begin doing exactly that.

"Everything okay?" The question startles me, as I was not expecting Barbatos to be done so soon.

"Yeah," I respond. "My muscles were just starting to tighten up, that's all." Barbatos nods his head.

"Well, I wasn't sure how hungry you would be, so I grabbed you a couple of things." He hands me a plastic bag containing a sandwich, a banana, and a bottle of water. "All human-friendly."

"Thanks." I grab the sandwich first, which is in a brown paper sleeve. As I take the sandwich out of the sleeve, I end up pulling out a folded-up piece of paper along with it.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be awake when I finished, so I left you a little note," Barbatos explains. I bite into the sandwich before unfolding the note and reading it.

MC,

I apologize for not answering your question earlier. It caught me off guard, and I didn't want to sound jumbled in my reply. I was able to think about it, however, and I was reminded of when I helped you study for your speechcraft exam. Specifically, what you had said to me as you were charming me.

To put it simply, I do need you. Maybe not as much or as intensely as the others, but still. You help me relax in a way that no one else has ever been able to. I feel calm around you.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon

[redbleedingrose]

i have more to keep u busy babe, dont worry about anything bc ur fantastic and i love u endlessly 😘❤️

what weird quirks or habits do you think the acotar boys have (batboys + the infamous vanserras that we wholeheartedly adore). like silly/odd/adorable things they do without thinking

OMG excited to finally answer this ask!!! I think I will keep this soft and SFW this time.... maybe I will have a NSFW one later one. How are you my precious?

Lets start with bat boys first!

Rhysand

Okay tbh, this male is so put together. He wears a mask all the time outside of time spent with the inner circle, so I think he has a lot of control over himself and aims to not have any quirks or odd things that others, especially other high lords, would notice. I could totally see one quirk being this male just walks so characteristically, like literally sauntering everywhere he goes. Like if you are walking behind him, you would know it is him because he is just casually strolling, exuding so much power unintentionally.

Also this male is constantly flirting with everyone. Like not even intentionally, but just the way he voices things out, he is constantly purring his words and quirking his brow and smirking at whoever he is talking to. Cass and Az both had a bisexual crisis when they became teenagers and just became more sexually aware because this male is just flirting 24/7.

I like to think that whenever his wings are out, they are fully out and expanded constantly. Maybe it is an unintentional show of power, but it just looks so sexy on him and yeah, what more can I say?

Cassian

UMMM snorts while laughing??? Is this like shocking to anyone? I swear this male has such a strong belly laugh, but when he really gets laughing, he is struggling to catch his breath, is making little squeeks because he can't catch his breath, and then snorts really hard. It is so freaking endearing I cannot

He is constantly leaning down to talk to anyone, literally with you he is trying to talk to you and you can't hear him because he just stands so tall, so he literally leans against the wall, and slides down into a little squat so you can hear him which is actually so sweet.

He is also someone who is so easily influenced by others LMFAO. Like he is constantly giving into peer pressure and is def someone who gets major FOMO! Whenever you press him to go out with you, it takes him like 30 seconds to give in and he is following you out the door like a little puppy.

Azriel

This might not be cute, but he is constantly hiding his hands behind his back, and often walks with his hands clasped behind his back kinda making him look like a grandpa while walking LFMAO. He also picks and bites at his nails whenever he is nervous, and he holds this back while being spymaster, but he absolutely does this around you or inner circle members. You eventually just opt to hold his hand really tight whenever you notice he is messing with his hands. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I truly this this male stares unintentionally. Probably because he is so focused on his shadows whispers about the surroundings that he is just not aware he has been gazing at someone for too long. It is super intimidating to people who don't know him, which makes it perfect for his job as spymaster.

He is so stubborn!!!!!!! Like about everything!! He will not back down in an argument if it is something he is super passionate about, and usually will go to bat for everything that he thinks is true. But he is also the kind of male who would support you in any argument, even if you are wrong! Like you could be saying the sky is green and he would totally agree with you in front of others just to have your back!

Lucien

This male is constantly giving off heat, like you think Illyrian bat boys run hot in general, but Lucien is literally like sitting next to a furnace. Sometimes, you will stuff your hands into his pockets when it is freezing cold because you just know it will be instant warmth, and he doesn't mind. 🥰🥹

Constantly wearing riding boots! I think he is just super used to it from going out horseback riding in Spring Court, but also he just looks super tall and extremely hot whenever he does where his riding boots sooo 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

His nose twiches whenever he is annoyed or is lying and is definitely a tell for the male. Like if you are ever playing poker with him, he immediately gives himself away unintentionally because his nose twiches.

Hums when he is bored! It is not even a specific song, he is just freestyle humming, it is so freaking cute. And it is a habit your children pick up on from their father.

I think sometimes this male mumbles when he is talking to you but then gets slightly annoyed when you can't hear him and will say "nevermind." He was used to people not wanting to hear what he had to say, so when you came along and pushed him to continue with what he was talking about, he was very surprised.

Eris

Has a nickname for everyone. And I mean everyone. And he calls people by their nicknames when he is speaking of them in casual conversation, and eventually you pick up on who is talking about. And so now you both create secret nicknames for people so you can talk about them in front of them LMFAO

Shockingly, he is a fucking busybody. He was basically forced to be in everyones business when Beron was alive so he knew where people stood in terms of alliance, but in general, he is super interested whenever you are spilling the tea. He always gets really excited when you walk into his office saying, "Er, I have some piping hot fucking tea." Like you can absolutely bet your ass he is putting down whatever paperwork he is working on and pulling you into his lap with the widest eyes and smile urging you, "Go on beloved, don't hold back." ☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️

He likes to wear his socks mismatched because it is an autumn old wives' tale that it brings good luck. It is a habit he picked up in childhood because he wanted good luck against his father, and now he continues it centuries later.

I think he is constantly reaching out to touch you or hold your hand in whatever setting you are in. I think it just brings him a lot of comfort and just settles a sense of peace in him that he has never had before. It makes him feel invincible 🥹🥹🥹🥹

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Imagine: you are Anakin’s best friend. You seem content with that until the day you watch him with Senator Padmé Amídala. So the question is: what will it happen with your friendship now?

Warnings: drama, fluffy and smut. Minors, do not read it.

Recommendations: this is (very) loosely based on two songs that got me inspired to write this: “One Day” by Dua Lipa and “When You’re Gone” by Shawn Mendes.

***

Intro. Anakin’s POV.

He was a boy when he met you. Obi-Wan made sure you two were acquainted. Anakin asked him right before you:

“Am I really supposed to be friends with a girl?”

You punched his face, much to everyone’s dismay in the younglings’s room—although Obi-Wan did struggle not to burst into laughters.

“I am stronger than you, idiot”, you told him.

“Now now, violence and arrogance are not the Jedi way, Y/N.” Obi-Wan told you.

Anakin for some reason was impressed. And even though you two didn’t begin really well that day, Master Jinn paired you throughout the classes because he thought you had angry issues and Anakin was too proud for a young boy. Somehow you matched.

“Can I play with you?” Anakin did not like how often you were left aside by other younglings. He was amazed by how a shy kid as you could be so strong—clearly bearing in mind the day you punched him.

You had two buns each side your head and was dressing white. You looked up at that boy with sand hair and suspicious blue eyes.

“Why not. Come in Anakin. Where did you come from?”

He told you about his days in Tatooine, how he and his mother were slaves. You got emotional by hearing that because you never met someone who was enslaved before. Where you came from, you told him, there were no slaves.

That day you promised that when the two of you grow up, you’d end slavery throughout the galaxy. Anakin took your hand in his and did not let you go. You saw fear in his eyes and said:

“We will be best friends for ever, Ani. I will never leave you, I vow you that.”

The scene was cute for the outsiders and, according to Obi-Wan’s opinion, a positive sign that Anakin could make friends. But, in truth, there was more to it. And both of you sensed somehow.

“Thank you”, he said. “You are the nicest girl of this room.”

You giggled. The two of you still held hands.

“And you are the nicest boy here.”

And thus the bond was made. Anakin thought that, mayhaps, it wasn’t entirely bad to become a Jedi in the future if you’d be by his side.

***

Your POV.

You became characteristically known to your fellow padawans by the two buns that you appreciated wearing since you were a child. Anakin liked to tease about these buns, pointing how they made you look like a rebel princess.

“Oh shut up, you don’t even know what you are talking about”, you laughed at that.

You were teenagers now, though trained by different masters. But this never stopped both of you to practice together at the fighting room. The bond between you were so strong that one mirrored the other’s moves.

“Stop copying me, Ani!” you said when both of you twisted and zoooom zooom zooom, your lightsabers collided.

“I invented that move first, my dear Y/N”, said he, so gallantly in the sarcasm you were familiar with. “What can I do if you are inspired by me?”

The two of you laughed at that remark. How similar you were in so many ways.

“Your ego is your fall”, you teased him.

“Hey, you were the one who provoked Master Yoda’s fall on the floor by removing his chair when he was about to sit.”

You had to pause the training because you two bursted into laughters.

“And I got suspended for my reckless behavior”, you nudged him in his sides.

“Obi-Wan thinks you are such a bad influence to me. He regrets having us introduced”, said Anakin, holding you tight against him and spinning you around.

Now you were taking a break and sitting on the floor. Anakin was impressed by your braiding skills, briefly distracted by how your buns did not fall after all the intensity of your physical trains. Must be the force, he judged.

“Right. I’ve never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do”, you responded, still laughing about it. “Besides, you have to admit we make a great team.”

Anakin smirked.

“I’ve never intended for you to assume otherwise.”

His remark made you smile wide. You held his hand like you did since you were younglings. Everything seemed at easy that particular day. When silence slided in between you two, none seemed to complain: it was natural. You could feel his Force, he felt yours.

Later that day, once both of you were clean, you proceeded to carry on with your lessons. You and Anakin couldn’t stop laughing as he made a joke in the middle of the studies at the library, resulting in your expulsion. You went to the gardens, where you insisted in meditating since he was the reason why you couldn’t study.

“Please, Y/N.” He snorted at you. “You are always claiming to be the innocent one, but that is untrue. Where one isn’t making it, the other is not complying to it.”

You rose your eyebrows at him in amazement of his endless capacities in making up popular sayings.

“Ani, you never cease to bewilder me.”

“Using difficult words now, are we?” Anakin chuckled as he teased you.

The two of you exchanged innocent glances, but this time it had somewhat a different effect on you.

Uh-oh.

You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and breathed out in relief as your master came after you.

“Y/N, come inside. And you too, Skywalker. We have a mission for the two of you.”

Anakin smiled excitedly. He nudged at your sides and said:

“Finally! Now they will know what a great team we make!”

You giggled at his excitement and sharing it yourself. You did enjoy his company, after all, you grew up together and knew each other well.

The mission that the Council delivered to the two of you was about escorting Senator Amídala from Naboo to the Senate. She was being expected by the Chancellor, but since the increase of attacks on the part of Separatists, it was for the best that the Jedis were meant to protect her.

You were rather agitated, eager to prove yourself. Although that wasn’t your first mission, it was the first by Anakin’s side. Perhaps there was some part of you that wished to show off your skills to him.

How pathetic, you reprehended yourself when this thought rose in your heart, immediately being shut down.

Later that night, Anakin came to your quarters as he usually did. You received him in your night robes, your brown-ish hair loose. You noticed Anakin’s eyes going wide once the door was opened because he never saw you with your hair like this before.

“Hey, your hair looks nice”, he said as he walked inside. “You should wear them down more often.”

You sensed a fainted heat running to your face. You took a seat at your chair as Anakin sat at your bed, but he insisted to have you by his side so you joined him there.

“Thank you, Ani. You’re always gentle to me”, you told him before poking his sides. “But you forget that I am unable to fight with this hair unless I cut it off and..”

For some strange reason, Anakin protested vehemently against the mere suggestion of cutting your long hair.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/N? Maker, don’t do that.”

You giggled at his reaction.

“Well since you’ve insisted so nicely, why not?”

You smiled weakly at him. There it was, that long exchange of glances again.

That evening you talked about the mission, planning every detail—this coming more of you than him, because you knew how imprudent he could be. Eventually, though, you laid down next to each other.

He sought after your hand and you held it, a gesture you were familiar with. But as silence came and you little by little drifted to sleep, you sensed something was different this time. What, however, could have changed?

***

Anakin’s POV.

He could not sleep properly. As he looked at you drifting to sleep, unconsciously cuddling him, he cuddled you back. But Anakin’s mind was troubled. By what, he could not tell.

Until his eyes closed. And he dreamed.

It had been a while since he was tormented by nightmares, and those were usually calmed by you and your powers. Another reason why he was so emotionally attached to you.

But that night… he had an unusual dream. It was about you. At first, it all went well. You were dressed in your Jedi robes and your joyful laughters filled the room, making his heart melt. He smiled at you, happy that you were happy. Then something changed.

You went to your sole mission. He was not with you, and it made him feel like you did not need him. He felt hurt. But when you came back, his sentiments held little importance to him when he saw you hurt.

He came after you, moved by an urge to save you. When you opened your eyes, though, he saw a yellow in your irises where before there were green irises. He tried to save you, but darkness had a hold tight on you. Anakin felt as if he were losing you.

You eventually died in his arms. Died not as Jedi, but as a Sith Lord. He was the one who, in order to save you, had to end your life.

Anakin woke up abruptly and there were tears in his eyes. Because of his sudden move, you were awaken too. You were familiar with his nightmares and you didn’t need an explanation to know he was troubled by it again.

“Ani?” It was still dark and you saw he wasn’t by your side. He was actually standing by the window there was at your quarters. You left bed and moved to where he was. “Another nightmare? Come here, you know it’s not real.”

Anakin was slightly surprised by your presence at his side. It was a reminder you are alive and therefore the nightmare was not, like you said, real. Even so, when looking at you, sweet as you generally were, with those green eyes of yours, he still remembered how he hated the sensation of losing you. He did not know why, to be fair, but Anakin couldn’t understand his own sentiments.

All he did was to hug you. A sob left his lips and he realized he would not let go of you. But Anakin feared you might misunderstand him if he spoke his heart. You just stood there, consoling him before you both were back to bed.

You sang a lullaby that he once liked to hear as a youngling and soon he fell asleep in your arms, hugging you tight in the process. Peace came and there was no use for words to make it happen.

The next day, Anakin and you woke almost at the same time.

“Are you ready for it, missy?” He chuckled, wishing to dissipate the clouds of yesterday. By how you smiled at him despite the evident sleep that remained in your eyes, Anakin knew you captured his spirits this day.

He too was excited for having this mission with you. Of all the partners he went on missions with, it was you he felt a better and most appropriated connection.

“I must leave before I am caught here”, he told you. This was not new for you both: every time Anakin spent the night in his best friend’s quarters, he knew he had to leave far earlier than the rest of people in order to avoid getting caught.

“Of course you must”, you told him. “Be careful, Ani. You are being too reckless.”

He laughed, but said nothing. The door was opened and he left, ready for the day. The nightmare stayed in the past as it should be and would not bother him for some time…

***

Your POV.

You were flying with Anakin and you were having the best time of your life. He was, in fact, surprised by how fast you could pilot it. Obi-Wan ended up going with you because he had a bad feeling about you two.

“Good Maker! You fly too fast, Y/N!” He yelled above the noise the ship made because you were piloting it in a rhythm that displeased Master Kenobi.

Anakin, on the other hand, laughed at his Master’s reaction.

“Your maneuvers are better than mine”, he sounded impressed and you knew you felt so full of yourself. “How did you do that? You never told me you were such a great pilot! See, Master, looks like I have someone to rival with!”

Master Kenobi was profoundly displeased to have heard that.

“Why is there a necessity to fly this fast, for Maker’s sake?!” He made sure you heard him. “We are not exactly in a hurry, Y/N!”

Eventually you complied with Obi-Wan’s constant complaints about you flying faster than necessary, but you had Anakin’s all eyes on you. You glanced at him proudly.

“You underestimate my power, Ani”, whilst you spoke in a teasing manner, you were not telling a lie.

Anakin rolled his eyes, but the smile that was his usual mark—and your favorite trace—remained on his lips.

“You never cease to surprise me, do you?”

You smirked.

“Of course I don’t. Who do you think I am, Skyguy?”

Unwillingly, you admitted to yourself how handsome Anakin had become, how his face was brighter when he smiled. You swooned. And when he looked at you, he’d have realized that had you not been faster in shielding your mind and protecting these newly unwelcoming sentiments.

“And here we are!” Obi-Wan announced, relieved, as you landed in Naboo.

***

Anakin’s POV.

Senator Padmé Amidala was so much prettier than he’d thought. Yes, he’d seen her as a boy where he’d admired her even then. Now she’s become so much more.

The Jedi felt his heart roam with pride as he noticed how she looked at him, as if she was not expected Anakin to become the man he was now. Admittedly, general Skywalker forgot about you when the angelic Senator came to him. Anakin had previously detected something strange in you, it was true, which got him expelled of your mind. Until then he had considered talking to you about it.

But if he said he was not flattered by Padmé’s attention, he would be lying. Obi-Wan seemed to notice what was going on and he cleared his throat, breaking the flirtatious moment that resulted in this welcoming reunion.

“We need to go. The Senate waits for you, Senator.”

“Of course, Master Kenobi.” She then turned at Anakin, both of them talking about how time flew. He laughed at some joke, but as he went back to the ship and took his seat by your side, preparing to fly, he noticed your bad mood.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Anakin inquired, the smile on his lips fading away. In his blue eyes, genuine concern could be seen. In all of those years, he’d never seen you behave like this. “Are you well?”

A good people reader, Anakin saw how quickly your demeanor changed. It frustrated him again that you were casting him aside. What was happening? You used to be his confidante and he used to be yours.

“Will you please talk to me?” He insisted upon your cold silence.

“I am well”, he knew you were lying.

It then occurred him something.

“Is it because of Padmé?”

By the blush that rose in your cheeks, Anakin knew his guts were right all along. He furrowed his eyebrows, a strange feeling this discovery got into him. However, he was not entirely surprised by your instant denial.

“Just be honest with me, Y/N.” Anakin insisted.

You hesitate. You were about to land in the old planet but he hoped you could resolve this moment of awkwardness before you followed different paths.

“You ignored me when she came up”, you said almost mumbling. But Anakin heard what you tried to keep to yourself. “I didn’t like that. I would never do that to you, Ani.”

Anakin felt ashamed for that. And for thinking it was all because you cared for him in a manner lovers did. Why, however, did this perception seem to wound his heart?

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention”, he apologized. When you looked into his eyes, you could tell he meant it. “Please?”

Anakin’s heart swelled upon your embrace. He pulled you against him, smelling your scent of roses. Had he not heard Obi-Wan ahem-ing you, the two of you could get lost in this moment.

***

Your POV.

Jedi could not form attachment. The one rule you thought you’d never break, but from the moment you saw Padmé flirting openly with Anakin, you felt in your heart you broke it.

You promised him you were fine with whatever was going on with them. In truth, why should Anakin be bothered by whether you approve his secretive relationship or not? Had he been able to read into the depths of your mind—for which you were thankful for your Master insisting to you mastering the techniques of the mind—you’d might be called hypocrite. Because you broke that vow by feeding an profound sort of affection that a simple friendship no longer satisfied.

That night, as you supped with Senators next to Obi-Wan and Anakin, you came to realize how strong he was, handsome not in his face, but body. To acknowledge that provoked an intense burning in the between of your legs that requested for relieve.

“Are you well, Y/N?” Obi Wan asked you, almost if sensing something was not right within you.

You took a sip of wine and masked your sentiments when lying right in the Jedi Master’s face.

“I am, Master Kenobi. I just need some fresh air.”

You excused yourself by leaving discreetly, dismissing dessert. Although engaged in conversations with Padmé, Anakin saw you leaving and he wondered what could have distressed you. You usually enjoyed desserts after all and he was frustrated for not being able to read you.

In the meantime, you went straight to your quarters. It’s too hot and you cannot find physical comfort in some stranger’s arms, even though some soldiers there present attempted to flirt with you.

You threw your robes off your body and let your hair down. Opening the window to let some fresh air coming inside, you did not understand why you were behaving like this. You were usually so self composed!

But you needed to relieve that pressure that had been bothering you for a very, very long time. Repressing yourself seemed to be a good idea once, and you did not even have erotic dreams with your best friend anymore. However, now all you could think about was him…

…and how you wished you were Padmé.

You opened your legs, thus, and used the force to help you with what you needed. It felt good, even if you were creating illusions to please yourself. Rarely were the moments you touched yourself: in fact that might be the first time you inserted one finger, before two. You moaned his name.

But it came out as whisper. You thought about him kissing you. Would he be gentle in tending your needs or would he be possessive to you? As you dwelled in your own pleasure, you…

“Y/N! Y/N!” Anakin knocked the door, interrupting your thoughts and your, well, private moment. He was frustrated the door was locked, and you were nervous that he was this close to caught you in such an intimate moment. “I know you are there! What the hell are you doing? Let me in!”

You grabbed the dark cape and wrapped yourself into it. Anakin sensed something was going on, and he was about to force entrance into your quarters when he was surprised that you opened the door.

“Y-Yes? What’s up?”

This was not the usual greeting he was often received by you, which made Anakin arch his eyebrows.

“What’s up? You’ve never greeted me that way before”, he glanced at you, suspicious evident in his eyes. “I thought I heard you calling my name.”

Oh shit.

“Nope”, you told him, trying to behave as nonchalantly as possible. “That’s so untrue. You fancy yourself a little too much, Skyguy.”

Anakin smirked, but his eyes remained distrustful of your words.

“Why are you impending me of going inside your bedroom, Y/N?”

“Because…” you hated to lie to him, but was there really another option? “…I was preparing to have my shower and then go to bed.”

Anakin crossed his arms, giving you a glare—but again he unsuccessfully reached inside your mind.

“Right. You never miss dessert. Are you sure you are okay?”

He could tell you were blushing, but he was annoyed because he had no clue what was going on with you. He wished he could help you somehow. You knew that, but honestly could you tell him how you feel?

Absolutely not.

“I am, Ani.” You softened and gave him a small smile. “I’m just tired.”

He looked at you, hurt.

“You are pushing me away, Y/N. If it’s because of Padmé…”

You sighed and eventually let him walk inside. Anakin did so, rather confused by the change of your attitude. He took a seat in your bed. You still felt uncomfortable in joining him, especially in your current state.

“You’ve been acting strange these days”, he mused. “I thought we were friends. I can tell you are tensed, but why are you being so proud and stubborn?”

You decided to break the tension between you two.

“Maybe I’ve been your friend for too long, Skyguy”, you joked about it.

He chuckled and you smiled. You forgot about the unbearable pain in your feminine parts, despite all. You valued your friendship before your desires, so you could just let that go for now. Even so, you had to be careful—you were still naked beneath the cape, though.

“I’m sorry about before”, you said. How he’d been so concerned to you, that at least deserved something. You could not lie to him anymore, at least in a major aspect. So you told him a half truth. “I was jealous because I was scared to lose my only friend. You mean the world to me, Ani.”

Anakin was about to say something. You could tell by the looks in his eyes. He stood and came to you. What happened next was something beyond your expectations, which you never dared to dream to be real one day.

He pressed you against the wall and kissed you.

***

Anakin’s POV.

He knew something was amiss when you left the crowded room before you even had dessert. Padmé had followed his pained gaze to your moves and sighed. A battle was lost.

“You know, Anakin, in my life I’ve seen so many regretful people for ignoring the pursuits of their hearts.”

“Uh?”he said, confusing.

“You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been looking at Y/N?” She chuckled, though disappointment was evident in her eyes. “She clearly feels the same for you.”

Anakin could not believe what he heard. But in truth, if he had to be honest with himself, he was going mad with this play pretend of his part. The dreams he had where he panicked at the idea of losing you.

The sense of possessiveness whenever some guard looked at you as you crossed the hall. The fear you might be dispatched to a mission far from him.

He realized now that a world without you was never contemplated because he got used to you in it. Your laughters, your mischievousness—a trait that Anakin always amazed in encourage in you. The Jedi should have offered you kindness, or his heart, when he detected sadness in your eyes.

He would feel the same if he were you. Anakin excused himself from Padmé, ignored Obi-Wan’s usual complaints about the food and went after you. He should have valued your love—because he now knew you always loved him, you were always there for him.

And in the hallways, he heard you calling him. A soft, gentle whisper. Something aroused in Anakin, a strange heat came within him. He wondered if you were actually doing it with somebody else. The mere idea was enough to prompt him to impulsiveness. He would not let that happen. Anakin was ready to claim you, to apologize for not giving the worth to your love that you needed and deserved.

After what seemed long time knocking at your door, you opened it. The Force that united the two of you was strong enough for him to dismiss his ability of reading minds.

Anakin knew you were naked underneath your cape, he could feel the warmth from your skin. And how much it costed him to hold his desire back. He had, of course, to be assured that:

1. You were alone, not practicing the act of fornication with some bastard.

2. You still loved him.

When these two were assured by simple, but significant gestures, Anakin surprised you by kissing you passionately and pinning you against the wall.

He was too eager to disperse any doubts that could still roam your mind. Anakin loved how you melted in his touch, how you responded to his fierce kiss! And how easily he removed your cloak. Anakin felt his arousal when, parting the kiss, he looked at you with desire. He took you right to your bed.

“What were you doing before I came if you were not committing yourself physically to another man’s arms?” He knew he was being irrational and jealous, possessive even, but the smirk displayed on your lips gave away how you actually enjoyed this side of his.

“Let me show you what I was doing”, you told him, pulling Anakin to your side and taking his hand right to the between of your legs.

He groaned low as he inserted a finger and another, mayhaps using the force to tease you. Anakin was pleased to see you reacting his touch, his eyes burning with lust at how you moved back and forth against his hand.

“How long have you been doing that?”

His voice sounded more commanding than he’d like, but the heat in the room made him… bossy.

You were too busy responding to his touches, barely able to believe Anakin was finally tending your needs. However, in order to have your attention, Anakin moved his body over yours, pressing it gently against you as he threatened to remove that finger from you.

“Well?”

“That was the first time”, you admitted, feeling subtly shy with that confession. “But I have been struggling with the desire for a longer time.”

Anakin smirked at you and leant forward to kiss your lips, all the while teasing you until, after a while, you exploded in his hands.

“Maker, this is so good!” you found yourself speaking a little too loud.

He chuckled at you, but pursued to dominate your lips again, pairing your tongues for a long dance. You then opened your legs and locked him in between them.

Sensing your need for more, Anakin parted the kiss, much to your dismay, as he wished to explore all of you. His lips eagerly move from your red-ish mouth to your jawline, reaching down your neck, where he gave some profound bites as if to leave marks as proof he claimed you.

You enjoyed that more than you’d admit out loud. All you wanted was to be claimed by the only man you ever loved and desired. You arched your back, feeling so blissfully wanted when he digged his hands into your back, holding you against him when his mouth pressed against your left breast.

Anakin looses another hand to massage your right nipple, making you moan loud. To your consternation, he stopped what he was doing to give you a look, loving, but filled with arousal and mischief.

“You don’t want to attract Obi-Wan’s attention do you, sweetheart? Watch your volume, dove.”

You blushed as you buried your head against the pillow, your body moving almost in convulsions at each tease, each bite, each move. But when he got right between your legs, you rolled your eyes and it became almost impossible to suffocate your moans.

The question was finally answered, as you, after a long time teased, came undone. He did tend your aching physical needs. But neither too gentle, nor too possessive. It was more like a mid term, which satisfied you very much.

***

Anakin’s POV.

He did not stop there, though. You were not the only one who spent countless years repressing sentiments whilst committing to the Order.

Anakin could not believe he was the one giving you the pleasure you’ve been longing. As he crawled on top of your body, he dominated you completely. He couldn’t care less about his own pleasures. It was all about you.

Though he knew you were a damsel, and he was not very experienced in it either, you wanted this to be perfect. Anakin felt your intensity as you desperately leant to him, searching for his lips.

Oh Maker. How can I refuse her desires?

Anakin mewled into you, kissing you with the same passion before his hands moved down your breasts, which made you squirm under his touch. He groaned against your lips, enjoying it. And as if you could read his thoughts, you were confidant to tell him:

“There’s only you, Ani. There’ll always be you.”

It was when he pulled down his pants and, without any warning—although your eyes interlocked did say a lot more than words—he pressed his manhood right into you.

It felt so damn good to be inside you. And to look beneath you, his eyes moving from your harden nipples—perhaps detecting some purple marks already showing under his gaze—to your face. Finally he was allowed entrance to your mind and it did arouse Anakin to see every moment spent together when you desired him, you wanted him, but more importantly, when you loved him.

He did not move after that, contemplating you as you are, that very moment where intimacy proved to be more than lusting after each other. Anakin felt desired and wanted, yes, but loved too. In such profound, tendered affection, he saw through your eyes how every victory he achieved you celebrated for him as every loss, every disagreement he had with Obi-Wan or when he was frustrated with the Council, you felt it too.

“Damn you for that”, Anakin whispered against your lips, beginning his pace. “Let me tender your needs, my darling. Let me be your angel.”

He noticed how much he enjoyed watching you moan, sensing how your skin tingled against his. Anakin smirked when he began to move his hips after a few seconds adjusting into you because you were tight.

He cared for you in the same measure you cared for him. There was no use for words, but rather voicing love through the needs of the flesh. Anakin tendered for you. He wanted to please you, even though because it’s your first time, this might hurt.

He sensed you. Anakin and you came to realize you were like one.

“Ani…” you moaned.

“Yes?” he mumbled against your lips, his eyes dwelling into yours, finding the real desire in the depths of your mind, reading your needs, how possessive you could be just as much as he was to you. Ani smiled because, Maker, it was as if your souls were one.

“Faster, p-please.”

He accomplished with your demands. It did not take much of a time for you to reach the climax together. Anakin would drop dead beside you, but you want to feel his manhood inside you, and he watched in gaze as you, however sensitive you might feel down there, still move against his not-so much more erect member, perhaps tempting it again…

“You are mine”, Anakin professed his feelings for you. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

You smiled gleefully.

“I love you too, my darling.”

And for now, everything was perfect the way it was. Anakin saw you drifting to sleep in his arms, such an angelical sight to behold. For you, he’d move galaxies to make you happy. For you, he’d rebel against the Council if necessary.

But if you think this had a happy ending, you were not paying attention, dear reader…

***

Epilogue. (Or maybe your vision of a possible future)

You felt it in the air. Destruction, panic, despair. Sentiments you once knew. Feelings that haunted him still.

The Order fell. Obi-Wan Kenobi was dead along others. What have you done? How could you let yourself go this far?

Pain struck against your belly. You were conflicted. Then you saw him. You did not recognize each other anymore.

“Y/N…”

There was pain in his voice.

“I’m sorry.”

Somehow you disturbed the Force. Both of you. You felt suffocating, but you would not resist.

Would you?

Anakin stepped forward.

“Give up.” He begged you. “Please”

Your stomach ached. Angst filled to your eyes, much to his dismay.

He tried to bring you close, but you resisted him. Anakin’s eyes went open wide. But he will save you.

Or would it be the other way around?

It was when you noticed that, to prevent you from going to the dark side, your unborn children stole the life out of you. Anakin could tell that too. He was appalled.

Somehow, seeing you going like this made him hesitate. You used to be the most pure being in the world.

No. He’d not lose you.

He ran to you. You fell into his arms.

“I’m sorry”, you bursted into his arms. “Please save them. I beg you.”

“Y/N…” he held onto you. “Don’t give up. I love you.”

But before you lost your breath, something happened and you are awake.

It was just a bad dream. Was it, though?

You weep uncontrollably, nonetheless.

***

Posface. Present days.

Haunted by your fears, you leave your quarters, going right after Anakin’s. The hallways are dark, poorly illuminated and you feel cold. It does not help you that you are dressing a loose nightgown and that you walk barefoot.

Your eyes are red and your cheeks are wet. Sometimes an unwelcoming sob comes out of your lips. It takes all your power to get yourself under control.

Anakin feels your fear and knows you are coming after him. He’d just arrived from a long mission and he wished he could see you, but he figured you were sleeping because it’s three in the morning.

Opening the door of his quarters, he sees you, paled as ghost, coming to him. Worried, he moves fast to engulf you in his arms and, lifting you carefully, he takes you to his bed.

“What’s wrong? My love, my love… talk to me.”

“I’m scared Ani.” You sob again. “I had a bad dream. Again. It doesn’t stop.”

He knows the feeling. Anakin holds you tight against him, using the force to comfort you. Once you are calmed, the two of you lay in his bed. You cling into him, preventing him to move further. He smiles at you.

“I have good news for you”, he whispers at you, making you stare at him, confused and intrigued. “Obi-Wan gave his permission for us. We’ll be able to have our own household in due time.”

That proves to be the detail that changes the course of your bad dreams. Since you defeated General Grievous, you’ve been plagued by the possibility that your union with Anakin, disapproved by the Council, would ruin your lives. However, all seems now to be part of the Sith’s manipulation that tricked you to believe that. You blush at your foolishness.

“But we’ll have to keep a secret for a while, though, before he gives the news to the council.”

You giggle against him and Anakin beams at you clinging into him in a better mood. As he leans to kiss you, though, he feels something different that he did not feel before.

“Love?” You pout as he stops kissing you. “What’s it?”

Anakin furrows his eyebrows, confused. He stands, shirtless. He may be preoccupied with something, but his sight is enough to make you forget your concerns and get yourself wet again.

You would happily seduce him if he were not that worried out of sudden.

“What’s it?” You begin to worry now.

“I feel… I feel a different presence here”, he says rather anxiously. After he is ensured that there’s absolutely no one in the room and that the hallway is empty, you finally realize what’s it about.

“I think I know.” You come at him with a bashful smile in your lips.

“Well?” He looks at you confused.

“I’m pregnant, Anakin. I’m carrying our child.”

Anakin smiles wide at the news. He lifts you up and spins you around. He is so happy, beyond measure. And you are just as happy.

“I love you.” He tells you, wiping away your fears for good. “I love you with all my heart and soul, Y/N.”

“I know”, you tell him gladly, smiling as he smiles back. “I love you too, my darling.”

But as you drift to sleep and Anakin watches over you, he feels something about his unborn child. Or rather children. By posing his hand over your stomach, he could tell a pair of twins would come. The Force is strong in both of them. But he also feels something more… he cannot see the future of his children yet, but he senses something great lies ahead for them.

Yet, it’s too soon to be preoccupied and all he cares now is to sleep by your side. Happiness is, at long last, prompted to rise in the horizon…

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[nectar-cellar]

what was your inspiration to create your main oc?

thank you for sending me this ask @drawing-way-outside-the-lines @tau1tvec 💞💞

i wrote a really long response below i won’t blame you if you can’t read the whole thing lmfao 😭 but i had fun thinking about my ocs and writing it!

i made amir way back in april 2020 (3 years ago!!!!). his appearance was at first loosely based on some attractive guy i saw on instagram, then i kept tweaking and refining his features based on a handful of other face claims until he took on a more unique look of his own. i always wanted to keep the strong straight brows, deep-set tired eyes, and sharp pointy nose, those are his defining features to me.

personality-wise, at first i did not have one in mind for him. i just thought he should be a serious, intense kind of guy, to match his appearance. he reminded me of some of the male protagonists in YA novels i read, so that was what i associated him with: a guy who would have to go on a journey of some sort.

the more pics i took of him, the more he kind of reminded me of someone i knew, and i thought some aspects of that person’s personality would really fit this character. actually, a handful of people i’ve known/met. so there’s definitely a real-life influence there. a lot of my ocs have borrowed character traits from people i know/knew irl - is that weird? i feel like it’s the easiest to imagine an oc with certain traits/behaviours when i can draw from real observations, feelings, relationships etc. it makes them more “real” and personal to me.

i wanted a character who would struggle with himself, who was flawed, but who would still strive to do the right thing as best as he could. he had to be a good person, at heart.

i also thought it’d be interesting to see how a masculine character from a strict and traditionalist background would struggle with accepting his own queer identity, and with dating another person who was visibly queer in a small town where they’d both stick out like sore thumbs. 

which brings me to dani (she/they), birth name daniel. at first, when i made dani, i just had the idea to create a sad, lonely and dejected young person who lived in sunset valley, who hated the seemingly idyllic and sunny suburban town, who wanted more than anything to leave and never look back. i can definitely imagine sunset valley to be a strongly conservative, traditional white-picket-fence kind of neighbourhood and i felt like it could be the kind of oppressive place a queer and closeted person would hate. that was where i got the idea that dani was a trans person who could not be out (yet) for the sake of their own safety and survival (in their story, not in these studio pics). the shortening of the name is one small way she tries to take back some sort of control over her self-expression and identity. i think dani’s background is a pretty familiar story for a lot of queer people and it was inspired by a lot of coming out stories i’ve read. as for dani’s face claim, i’ve tweaked their face so many times that i can’t even remember if i had one to begin with...

i thought that amir and dani would actually make an interesting couple because they have a lot in common: they’re both introverts, outsiders to sunset valley, in the middle of their journey of self-discovery, lonely, and 2 hopeless romantics yearning to be seen and accepted and loved.

so yeah that was my inspiration behind creating them and making them a couple. this idea of two people who find each other by chance and they just get each other and they can hardly believe it and they think they’re meant to be forever.

[weiwuxianismybae]

Disciples of Baoshan-sanren (or anyone related to her) who leave her mountain are destined to die a terrible death.

Or are they? Let's look at that starting from the recent to the oldest, Wei Wuxian included.

Xiao Xingchen re-entered the world at the age of 17 and made a name for himself by helping anyone who asked for his help. After a night-hunt where he showed his prowes, clans small and big invited him to join them and yet he declined them all. He wanted to start his own sect with his dear friend Song Zichen. Sect based on same ideas instead of blood relations.

So, what happened? Well, read the chapters 28-42 (or ch. 7-8 in Seven Seas translation) for a full story. In short, he tried to help Chang Ping and caught Xue Yang, but because that demon was working for the Jin (you know, the most influential clan) he was allowed to live (and to continue to work for the Jin). The Jin even threatened Chang Ping to retract his accusations to let Xue Yang roam free again. And what did that lead to? Xue Yang took revenge on Xiao Xingchen in the most gruesome way: he targeted his dear friend and destroyed Xiao Xingchen's dignity (you know, made him kill innocents, something that goes against his core believes). Xiao Xingchen would not have met his terrible end if not for the influence of the Jin clan. But who gave them that influence? Sure, they're rich, but so what? If the cultivation world was as righteous as they say they are, then the Jin clan would not have held as much power as it did because of all those bootlickers (looking at you clan leader Yao).

Wei Wuxian...... do I need to say anything? The whole book is about how he got screwed over by the cultivation world. One moment, he was praised as a war hero, and the next the son of a servant dared to call out his betters for their hypocrisy, and he was called a heretic, a demon.

Jiang Cheng, “Wei WuXian! Don’t you understand? When you’re standing on their side, you’re the bizarre genius, the miraculous hero, the force of the rebellion, the flower that blooms alone. But the second your voice differs from theirs, you’ve lost your mind, you’ve ignored morality, you’ve walked the crooked path. You think you can be immune to all those condemnations as you stay outside of the world and do whatever you want? No such precedent has happened before!”

(ExR ch. 73)

(And who helped with that, Jiang Cheng? Anyway...) Would he have met his tragic end if not for the elitism and corrupted morals of the cultivation world?

Cangse-sanren and Wei Changze. I'm not gonna speculate on this since we are not given much. The only thing we know is that they died during a night-hunt and since Jiang Fengmian found Wei Wuxian on the streets of Yiling, it is reasonable to assume that they died somewhere near Yiling. And what else is near Yiling? Burial Mounds! Who knows, their deaths could very much have been an accident. However, how did Burial Mounds come to be? It's an ancient battleground; wars happen all the time, so who cares. But! Who made it worse? Who used it as their personal body disposal ground? The Qishan Wen clan!

Wen Chao continued, “The Burial Mound is right in Yiling. You Yunmeng people have probably heard of its name as well. It’s a mountain of corpses, an old battleground. If you find a spot wherever on the mountain and dig your shovel into it, you’ll be able to dig out a corpse. Any nameless corpses would be tossed here as well, wrapped in a mat only.”

The sword array descended slowly, approaching the black peak. Wen Chao, “Look at the dark air. Tsk, tsk tsk, the hostile energy is strong, isn’t it? And the resentful energy is thick, isn’t it? Even us at the Wen Sect weren’t able to do anything about it. We could only surround it and prevent people from going in. This is still daytime. At night, really any—thing can be found there. When a living person goes in here, both the body and the soul, they cannot return, unable to get out for all of eternity.”

(ExR ch. 60)

Instead of liberating the resentment, they made it worse. Sure, they say that liberation was not possible, so they sealed it away. But still, why make it worse?! If not for the disregard for human lives, the Burial Mounds would not have become what it is and Wei Wuxian would not have had to go through that hell on Earth.

Yanling-daoren. Well, we know even less about him than Cangse-sanren, but this time, I want to speculate! Let's look at this excerpt from chapter 40 (ExR):

Xiao XingChen, “You’re right. The first disciple who left was very outstanding. When he first left the mountain, due to his mastery over his skills, everyone praised and admired him, and he became a famous cultivator of the righteous path. But afterwards, people don’t know what he went through, but his personality changed drastically, and he suddenly became a villain who killed people without blinking twice. In the end, he died under thousands of swords.”

So... what did he go through? Well, we don't know, but that's why we're speculating! How does cultivation world see Xiao Xingchen and Wei Wuxian? Let's look at chapter 43 (ExR):

Lan Yuan was Lan SiZhui’s birth name. He protested, “I was not making excuses for him. I was simply suggesting that we may not want to make conclusions before we understand the entire situation. You know, before we came to Yi City, a lot of people also claimed that the YueyangChang Clan’s Chang Ping was killed by Daozhang Xiao XingChen for revenge, right? But what was the truth?”

Xiao Xingchen was praised all over, but in the end one conformation that the sword used on Chang Ping was Shuanghua and everyone came to that conclusion. What did Lan Wangji say again?

Lan WangJi slowly shook his head, “One should not comment without understanding the whole picture.”

(ExR ch. 30)

Riiiiiight. For the context, Wei Wuxian asked Lan Wangji his opinion on the situation after he heard that lingchi was performed with Shuanghua. So, it's logical to assume that the cultivation world saw Xiao Xingchen as this hero that after a defeat (to the Jin) turned on innocents (Chang Ping). But he did not! It was Xue Yang exacting his sick version of revenge.

And Wei Wuxian? Well, I already said it, didn't I? Hero turned monster. "How dare he! He is just a son of a servant!"

So, it's realistic to assume (in my head that is) that Yanling-daoren went through similar shit as Wei Wuxian, but without the life motto of "Remember the things others do for you, not the things you do for others. Only when people don’t hold so much in their hearts would they finally feel free." Or being as forgiving and good as Wei Wuxian.

Are Baoshan-sanren's disciples destined to die terrible deaths after leaving her mountain? I don't know. Something that all these people have in common is that they were respected and held in high regard and then died horrible deaths with their reputations in taters. You can call it destiny or moral failing of the cultivation world ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#mdzs #did i write all this just to speculate on what happened to yanling daoren? #you bet i did #if you have anything to add #please do! #wei wuxian #lan wangji #xiao xingchen #cangse sanren #baoshan sanren #cultivation world is shit #'so what' is my favourite phrase apparently #it's my first post ever #please be nice to me🥺