#cause if you're reaching out to me of all people you're almost certainly asking people completely at random

[stellacendia]

Just got an ask from some stranger with a brand new blog about signal boosting their fundraiser. And tbh even if the blog, ask, and fundraiser post wasn't giving me mild scammy vibes I probably would've answered with something like "I can reblog it but it wouldn't be much of a boost, I've got like 10 followers" because I'm such a tiny little nobody blog I doubt it'd get them any attention anyway

[moonydustx]

A not so funny story

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Summary: With Uta controlling everyone and the marine attacking, you needed to contain an unconscious Law who was looking to join the fight. Now, you need to deal with the consequences of him finding out about this.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: blood, Law hurts Reader (not on purpose), they both love each other, but they are idiots who don't know how to talk. Law doesn't know how to express his feelings in this one. Angst, kinda fluff/happy ending.

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I just saw the movie Red and the idea came to my mind. I need to shake off the rust and get back to writing, I thought it would be a good solution. Despite being linked to the film OP Red, there may be some things that differ from the canon.

For those who haven't seen the film, a spoiler-free context: in the film, we see a singer called Uta, who Bepo is a fan of and, together with Law, go to the show. Problems happen, she puts everyone to sleep and with her power, she manipulates these sleeping people to fight with other people who want to stop her.

italics apply to flashbacks and thoughts

Part 2 | Part 3 (NSFW)

The cold stone beneath you contrasted with your hot, sweaty body. You could feel the wounds burning on your body and if you reached out your hand, you could find the cause of them, your captain.

In the distance, you could hear someone calling your name and it didn't take long for Penguin to appear in your field of vision.

"Are you okay?"

"He gave me a hard time, but I'm fine. And you?" You grumbled, sitting up and taking in your surroundings. Apparently everyone had gone back to sleep.

"We're tired but fine. You're bleeding, do you need any help?"

"Everything is fine." You stood, with his help. "We need to get them out of here, I doubt the marines will miss the chance to catch so many pirates gathered in one place. At the very least, this will end in a fight."

You chose to help carry Bepo back to Polar Tang. Even though he was big, sharing the weight would be much easier than carrying Law alone. As soon as you entered the submarine, you disappeared from sight, leaving all of Uta's fight behind.

"Do you guys need help? I can see some pretty bad injuries from here." Ikkaku approached, already stopping the blood on your forehead. "Are they both okay?"

"We should take them to the infirmary and keep them under observation." you warned, seeing two other crew members carry them out of sight. "Can we get away from the fight?"

"Yeah, off their radar." someone answered you in the background.

"Perfect, keep us at this depth, keep an eye on the radios, any sign of change, if Law hasn't woken up, you look for me." You leaned against one of the tables, trying to ignore some of the pain in your body.

It was supposed to be just a quick show, at least that's what Bepo had said. Unfortunately for Law, he ended up being the polar bear's requested companion.

"Sure you don't want to change places with me?" Law appeared next to you, while you finished cleaning the kitchen.

"No captain, I'll be right here, with my duties." You smiled at him and, despite being frustrated, he let out a sideways smile.

"You know that I'm the captain right? That I can give the order and you have to go and I don't."

"You wouldn't be so mean, would you?" you asked indignantly and on one of the few occasions, you heard him laugh, even if it was low tone. "Captain!"

"I'm kidding. Just keep an eye on everything, okay? Don't let Shachi and Penguin cause any trouble."

"Yes, sir. And you, enjoy the show."

You were almost regretting not accepting the proposal. Law would certainly be much better at containing you and preventing you from getting into a big fight than you would be doing the opposite. But you liked the idea of ​​him trusting you.

"Everything is alright?" Ikkaku took you out of your reverie, noticing your body slightly bent and the blood falling on your forehead.

"Try holding back a furious Trafalgar Law from wanting to get into a fight and tell me if that's okay." You laughed, even though it took some of the air out of you. "Just a few bruises, nothing major."

"Come on, I'll help you take care of this." Ikkaku gently pulled you by the hand.

"Boys, do you deal with them?" you asked and they both nodded. "If Law wakes up, don't say anything to him about our little fight."

"You mean, about the big fucking beating he gave you?" Shachi teased you, earning a push.

"Exactly. He has bigger problems to worry about than dealing with this."

You and Ikkaku headed towards the dorm you shared. Your friend made a point of supporting you at every step, even if you insisted it wasn't necessary. She sat you down on the bed and grabbed a small first aid kit hidden on one of the shelves.

"Why not tell the captain?"

"Outch" you mumbled with one of the stitches she had on your face. "I have a feeling he's not going to like that we got into this fight without his presence."

"I think he'll be more resentful that you were the one who held him back." You laughed at her silly observation, then grumbled with another needle. Damn fight. "Don't act stupid."

"What you mean?"

"I'll let you choose. Between you being the only one who can steal books from him without him complaining or about every time we disembark, you having to be on his side. Should I mention that time he freaked out because Kid wanted to take you to the crew from him?" she laughed to herself, at her own memory. "What do you need to see that he likes you too?"

"And who said I like him?"

"Okay, you still want to keep hiding your feelings for him, just hide it better." she laughed again. It was clear to her - and anyone else who saw - that there was something between the two of you. You just prefer not to feed this illusion. "Still, I agree that he won't like all this one bit. Let's try to keep out of his sight."

Law was still trying to assimilate everything that happened. Uta's show had turned into a war scene and in the end, even he had become a puppet. That idea would haunt him for a long time.

Despite recent events, Polar Tang was quiet, too quiet. He could hear some buzzing, nothing he could identify. Another thing he couldn't place was you. The last time he saw you, he had tried to bargain for your presence at the show, even though he had asked to change places with you, he didn't think the idea of ​​going with you was bad. You'd probably hate the song, but he'd enjoy your sarcastic comments about any awkward situation. A small laugh crossed his lips when he thought about what you would say to see little Bepo.

At dinner, he observed Shachi, Penguin and Bepo, talking to each other. The concerned expressions denoted the seriousness of the matter, but that could come later. Even though he slept through it all, he still felt tired.

At lunch the next day, again, nothing from you. Ikkaku was also missing. It was impossible for the two of them to have disappeared together and without any justification. He tried not to think about the worst-case scenarios, but no matter how much he denied it, he wasn't such an optimistic person.

It only took a few seconds of your three companions stalling for him to know that you and Ikkaku were up to something or had already been up to something. He left them behind, following with firm steps to your room.

"I didn't see you two at lunch or yesterday at dinner, I wanted to know..." you two found Law leaning against the door of your room. His relaxed position disappeared in seconds when he looked at where Ikkaku's hand joined your forehead. "What happened?"

"Just a few scratches, nothing major." your colleague replied before you could open your mouth. She knew - actually, you weren't that good at hiding it - about your feelings and how easily you could wrap your head around your own words.

"Yeah, they're from yesterday, some scratches." you tried to complement, the captain's serious expression made it clear that that hadn't helped at all.

"Nothing much and that's why you haven't shown up since yesterday?" he grumbled and before he could continue his lecture, he felt his body being pushed forward, with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin falling beside him. "What the fuck?"

"We just wanted to know if you already know that she was the one..." before the bear finished speaking, the other two covered his mouth.

The grey eyes trailed from you to Ikkaku, to the group lying next to him, and back to you again. The small stress that was forming inside Law turned into concern when he saw the small trickle of blood dripping from your eyebrow.

It only took a few moments away for you to appear like that and he would never tolerate that, you didn't need to know about his feelings or how he was already thinking about taking revenge on whoever had done that, he would deal with it after taking care of your wound .

"Everyone out." you made to follow Ikkaku, stopping a few meters away. "Not you, I need to see this."

The door to the small room knocked subtly behind Law, who waited for a few seconds to approach you. The two of you already had a considerable height difference, but when you felt Law's cold, tattooed fingers on your chin, you felt even smaller. He turned both sides of your face, despite the cold touch, you could feel your skin burn beneath his fingers.

"You're warm, but I don't see any trace of infection." Not this one, you thought. "Give me the name?"

"Name?"

"Which idiot did this?" he replied without much patience, his fingers leaving your face behind.

"This is going to be a funny story." you laughed, stopping immediately when you saw him look deep into your eyes, his expression serious in an almost irritating way.

"Someone decided to hurt one of my crew. I don't think it's such a funny story. Who did it?"

"Captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law." your answer didn't seem to catch him instantly, with each word that left your mouth, you could see him getting paler and paler. "I believe you already know, but Uta managed to control everyone who was asleep to attack the pirates and the marines and with that, you and Bepo were also controlled. The boys held Bepo and I had to deal with you, but everything is fine. "

"They told me about Bepo..." he seemed lost for words, taking a certain distance from you and leaning on the small table in your room. "So you restrained me, alone?"

"You, actually Uta, didn't have access to your Devil Fruit powers, it ended up being easier. After all, our mission was just to keep you two away from the navy." you explained, leaning on the opposite side to where he was, seeing his crestfallen expression. "Like I said, it's okay captain."

"Where else did I hurt you?" the question took you by surprise, making it difficult to hide your reaction. "I know my strength, I have a feeling it wasn't just that. I could see it myself, but I trust you, so please."

With your fists clenched and your gaze following your every step, Law could see your hand go to your ribs, along with a grumble, as you bent down to pick up a small cloth and fill it with something that smelled similar to alcohol. As much as he noticed you trying hard, he could see you limping. He watched you smear the contents on one of your cheeks and your arm, revealing some bruises.

You stopped in front of him, letting him analyze. Despite the pain throughout your body, Law's proximity was almost like an anesthetic. If he stayed there, you wouldn't mind spending the day under his gaze. Law took your arm, gently sliding his fingers under the bruise, watching you flinch in discomfort. His hands practically put your arm back in place and placed themselves on the zipper of your jumpsuit.

Your hands placed themselves next to his, pulling the device and opening the entire piece. Of all the times he had dreamed of touching your skin, none had felt like this. He liked to imagine how soft it would be, to think about how your body would shiver, to feel with his own lips every piece of exposed skin, while he heard you ask for more. All the purple spots he had dreamed of leaving on your skin were nothing like the one he saw. Thoughts would need to be put aside at that moment.

His hand knocked down one side of your jumpsuit, showing the large bruise on your rib, which made him hold his breath for a few seconds.

"What else?" his voice was barely audible. He knew there was more to it, but he didn't want to be invasive.

"Just this cut." you took off the other strap of your jumpsuit and let it fall below your waist, showing the wound on your thigh. It wasn't that big, but when you both looked at the place, you understood where all the warmth in your body was coming from. "Shit. It wasn't like this last time I looked." actually it was, you just wanted to spare him the worry.

You adjusted your jumpsuit, leaving the top hanging around your waist. Your eyes searched for Law's, but he seemed to be far away, even just a few centimeters away. For some time, he didn't say anything. His eyes followed one point you had shown and others, looking for other signs. His hands prostrated in front of his body, why had he done that? Why hurt you?

"Law?"

"I...I..." the words seemed stuck somewhere inside him. His hands placed themselves next to your face, a gesture you hadn't received from him yet. "I don't know how to apologize. Forgive me, I didn't want any of this to happen."

"No need, Law, really. I was doing what any of us would do, taking care of our crew, taking care of our captain."

Again the words seemed to have escaped him. He just wished he could hold you and apologize a thousand times, hold you there and heal every little part of you and never allow anything to hurt you again. Some conscious side of him screamed in the background that this wasn't anyone's fault, but the sound seemed so far away to hear, while the picture of what he had done was so close to him.

A few seconds passed, his hands were still on your face, while you just enjoyed the awkward affection you received. He didn't know how to deal with that feeling, it was a guilt like he had never felt. Along with a fear, a need to see you well. There were too many things to deal with and at that moment, he chose to be the most rational one.

"It's infected and may have broken something." Law let his medical side take control of the situation. "Room. Shambles."

Before you even noticed the blue dome surrounding you, the two of you had already been transported to the infirmary. You remained standing in your place as you watched the captain hurriedly walk around the room, collecting some materials and before you could try to get on the stretcher, the two of you were already being taken to another place.

The table full of books, the small window of the Polar Tang showing some little orange fish passing by outside, a cozy bed, even with the sheets spread out. That definitely wasn't your room. You watched Law leave the materials on the table and reach Kikoku. You saw the blue dome again, this time, you knew that he was using his powers to confirm that you had indeed presented all your injuries to him.

"I was worried about your rib, but apparently it was just the bruise. Now about your leg, I may need to redo those stitches and medicate you. I can't let the infection spread."

You knew he was nervous, bordering on anxious, but you had known him long enough to know that stopping him from treating you would be even worse. You had chosen to hide your injuries so that Law wouldn't feel guilty, now that he knew, you didn't have much else to do.

"Law." you called out to him carefully, as he prepared the medication. "Do you mind if I bathe first?"

"Sure, I mean, no problem. Just wait a second." He walked away from the table and piled up some things, which he handed into your hand. "Here's my towel, I also left some clothes in case you want to use them, if you don't want to, that's okay. I can ask Ikkaku..."

"This is perfect, thank you Law." you hugged the small bundle of clothes close to your body.

"Room." again, in a matter of seconds, you were at the bathroom door. "I'm sorry, but your leg is really hurt, you shouldn't force it while walking."

"Okay" unlike the time he had taken you to the infirmary, now he had transported you close to each other, which made the air disappear from your lungs. "Can you wait for me? I mean, you said I wouldn't I should force my leg and..."

"I'll be outside, just call me and I'll be here." Please call me, Law's inner voice practically screamed.

Your shower was much quicker than you expected. Just knowing that he was waiting for you outside made butterflies fight in your stomach. You gently dried your body and took the clothes he had given you. Something that looked like shorts - it might have been underwear, but you didn't worry about that right now - and a black button-down shirt. As soon as you button the last button, you can pay attention to the smell of the fabric. Something soft, woody, you wondered if that was his scent.

"Law?" All it took was a small call and he soon entered the bathroom. Not as discreetly as he expected, his eyes roamed your body. "Can you help me?"

"Of course" your feet left the floor, giving you a few seconds to assimilate that he had picked you up and carried you back to the room. He hadn't done this before, but you preferred to just enjoy the sensation, locking your arms around his neck.

With a few steps inside the room, he placed you lying on the bed, pulling a rod further to the side, only then did you notice the hanging IV.

Law bent down, reaching your arm level, cleaning it with a small piece of cotton. He looked at the wound on your leg. In silence, he cleaned the area and took some bandages, placing them across the entire length of the wound. The contrast between your warm skin and his cold hands was strangely comfortable. You wished they would last a little longer there.

"I think we can leave these stitches for another day, but I need you to take this medicine. It's an antibiotic, the infection is small, but I'd rather take care of it soon." He pulled the small needle, seeing your face pale. "I'm sorry darling, but it's the best option we have."

Darling.

That word would echo in your mind for a long time. The fear of the needle that was about to come into contact with your skin eased when you saw the care he took with each gesture.

"Just don't look, okay?" He waited for you to close your eyes. "Just a few seconds and that's it. You'll feel sleepy, but that's normal. As soon as you wake up, I'll bring you something to eat."

He got up and started to adjust the pillows on the bed, the ones that were around and under you. His hands rested around your body, his body was on top of yours, even without any immediate contact. It was inevitable not to get lost in his eyes, or see him do the same with yours. You would like to engrave that in your memory, forever.

"Are you comfortable?" his face still had the same tense expression from the first moment he found you in the room.

"I am, I promise." you replied, in a burst of courage, you brought your hand to his face, touching his cheek. "Law, what worries you so much?"

He walked away, sitting at the foot of the bed. You just straightened up so you could look at him. His tattooed hands took off his hat, fingers tangling against the dark strands.

"I can't deal with the fact that I did this. I did this to you. Of all the people that could have been there, I hurt you." he grumbled, turning so he could look at you. "You do not understand."

"Actually, I understand." your answer left him stunned for a few seconds. "But don't blame yourself, you didn't choose this, captain"

"I know, but at the same time..." he huffed, trying to find the right words, which scratched his insides every time he looked at your scourged face. "You understand me, huh? I mean, I don't just see you as a crew member and something tells me you don't just see me as your captain. And knowing that of all the things that could have happened, I hurt you. I promise compensate you for everything."

"About what you said, about what we see in each other." your thought was interrupted by a long yawn. "What should we do about this?" You made to get up, but the IV attached seemed to transmit drowsiness straight to your body. Your eyes were already starting to get heavy.

"That we can deal with this later. You took care of me, now it's my duty to take care of you. For that, you need to rest." His hands reached yours, giving a slight laugh when he saw you fighting with your own eyes, wanting to leave them open. "I promise not to hurt you again or let anyone else hurt you."

Before you fall asleep for good, you can feel his lips on your hand.

[redhoodinternaldialectical]

Every time I learn something new about Batman: War Games I lose my mind a little bit more cause just, just fuckin, look okay so here's the thing:

Stephanie Brown tries to implement a contingency plan of Bruce's just after he fires her from being Robin and because of that gets tortured to (almost) death and no one knows she survived.

THIS STORY RUNS IN THE NEWS:

So, you know, anyone who might be paying even half a fucking ounce of attention to news about ROBINS would definitely absolutely notice this!!!

And then very very soon afterwards Jason comes back and specifically targets Black Mask to ruin the criminal empire he tortured Stephanie to get

As a way to torment Bruce about the fact that he doesn't take care of the nastiest criminals and they continue killing people

And how Jason should have been the last to die

and SOMEHOW

these two things are in no way related and Jason has nothing to do with or say about Stephanie Brown, fellow Robin, fellow martyred soldier, fellow child dead due to Bruce related villains.

HOLY DEAD SIDEKICKS BATMAN, DO YOU COMPREHEND THE MAGNITUDE OF MISSED OPPORTUNITIES HERE????

please walk with me down a timeline in which:

Lost Days Jason at first just tries to go after the Joker and can't because who he's really mad at is Bruce.

Then he sees Who Really Killed Stephanie Brown and the utter horror of another Robin dying on Bruce's watch (not just dying, but tortured to death!) is what convinces him to try to straight up kill Bruce via car bomb

Roman Sionis is no longer merely a tool against Batman, but another figure to demand vengeance be brought upon, another attempt to give Bruce a chance to right his wrongs and do what needs to be done

The confrontation with him and the Joker being all the more tragic due to how obvious Bruce's answer would have to be once Jason knows Bruce isn't going to avenge Stephanie either

Does Jason, once he escapes the rubble after UtRH is over, kill Black Mask anyways? Does he decide to avenge her himself? Or does he think that she too would demand that of Bruce, and find his death by a different hand unsatisfactory?

If he doesn't kill Black Mask, then when Steph is back, I feel confident he approaches her, tries to reach out to the other dead Robin, almost certainly makes the offer now that he can ask her. Does she take him up on it, gaining an ally and slipping into a far darker role? Does she instead refuse, either appealing to forgiveness or far more interestingly refusing both vengeance and forgiveness? How would Jason handle a refusal, which I gut instinct feel is more likely?

If he does kill Black Mask, then when Steph is back Jason drops his corpse at her feet like a loving housecat with a dead lizard and she has to grapple with her feelings about having someone really and truly avenge her!!! Like how DO you react to someone who you have been warned is wildly dangerous and mentally unstable coming up to you and saying, "I'm glad you're back, like me. I'm sorry you're back, like me. I made sure you could rest knowing he was dead, because I know what it feels like."

Like no matter how each character reacted to this happening there would be so much high stakes emotional shit to explore with both of them!! Revenge I feel like is such a pivotal thing for both characters, they mirror each other in so so many ways, they could be really interesting together if DC would just fucking let them!!!

Jason had a criminal father who he missed and wanted to avenge. Stephanie had a criminal father who she wanted vengeance on.

Jason started off as a fairly gentle soul who progressively became more violent and more hopeless as he was exposed to genuine horrors during his time as Robin. Stephanie starts off violent, angry and rash and finds her own courage and hope through her time as a crime fighter despite of the horrors she's been through.

Jason went to Africa and died there after Bruce failed to save him. Stephanie was taken to Africa via a fake death in order to save her from Bruce and the vigilante lifestyle.

I just...

There's just...

There's SO MUCH HERE I am genuinely fucking confused as to how this is not all deliberate?? And it's all just left on the cutting room floor because for no reason apparent to me they all just decided Stephanie and Jason were not gonna interact!

AAGHHHH!

[joelscruff]

feelings on fire (joel miller x f!reader) 18+ PART FOUR

previous chapters | kofi | ok babes, lemme preface this chapter by saying i'm not exactly sure how i feel about it. i wanted it to be longer and i wanted more things to happen but this week has simply been a clusterfuck for me and i wanted to at least get something out to you guys cause you deserve it. i hope yall like sexting and phone sex cause that's all this part really consists of, so if that's not your thing i'm sorry and i hope the next part will be more enjoyable for you. thanks for bearing with me 💕 chapter summary: joel is busy with work but that doesn't mean there aren't other things you can do without being in the same room. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: age difference (reader is in her 20s, joel in his 50s), innocent/inexperienced reader, corruption, praise kink (joel calls reader babygirl, sweetheart, etc), dirty talk, mentions of religion (reader’s family are very catholic), sexting, phone sex, mutual masturbation word count: 4.2k ao3

Now that you have Joel's phone number, it's ridiculously difficult not to text him constantly, especially considering he hasn't reached out since his first initial response. You'd replied to his first message with a heart emoji, something you'd almost immediately regretted but have had to come to peace with. You manage to keep yourself busy for most of the day, reminding yourself that he's at work and probably doesn't have time to be texting some shy and inexperienced college girl. It's not like you're in a relationship or anything; you've known the man for three days.

"Three days," you whisper to yourself, settled in your favorite spot in the backyard, near the pool. Three days and he already has his claim on you, the ghost of his touch still peppered all over your skin. You'd put on a bathing suit in case you decided to go for a swim, but also because you wanted an excuse to look at your body again, look at where his hands had been.

It's been so rare for you to ever look at yourself the way you do now, the way Joel has taught you to. You were almost ashamed of having a body to begin with, embarrassed by your legs, your breasts, and especially what lay inside your underwear. You'd been raised to view them all as taboo, despite them all literally being a part of you. The swimsuit you wear now isn't necessarily the sexiest thing, just a black one-piece you'd bought at the beginning of the summer with modesty in mind, but you find yourself feeling different in it, more confident. Mr. Miller likes this body. I like this body.

Your phone buzzes near your head and you scramble to reach for it, pushing your sunglasses down your nose and peering down at the screen. Disappointment floods you when you see it's just from your mom, but your eyebrows raise in curiosity when you read the contents of the message:

Will be home after your father. Don't tell him about Mr. Miller.

Your mother? Asking you to keep a secret? It's probably one of the most uncharacteristic things she's ever done; you have to read the message a second time to make sure you're understanding correctly. Why doesn't she want your dad to know? He was the one who'd attempted to defend Joel in the first place, wasn't he?

Almost like she knows you're going to question her logic, another messages comes in a few seconds later:

I will tell him on my own.

Interesting.

You swipe back to your "conversation" with Joel and feel your heart flutter at his one-word reply. God, you really are insatiable. You wonder what he's doing right now; lifting heavy things? Ordering people around? You certainly know that he's good at telling people what to do...

Your skin warms at the thought and you quickly shake it away, tossing your phone back into the grass and taking a few steps toward the pool. You plunge into the cold water just to soothe the hot ache you already feel between your legs.

--

Dinner is normal, although the secret hanging in the air between you and your mother isn't lost on you by any means. You definitely didn't get your ability at keeping secrets from her; she's flustered, quiet as she chews her meatloaf and awkwardly questions your father about his day. He doesn't notice anything is amiss though, just scarfs down his food and mutters something about paperwork before disappearing into his office.

"Why don't you want me to tell Dad?" you whisper as you help her do the dishes, watching as she scrubs a plate unnecessarily hard.

"Because," she hisses, eyes darting to his closed office door in the hallway, "Your father will want to ask him over for dinner again and I am not having a repeat of what happened last time." She makes a face at the thought of Joel's previous insult, "If we're going to help this man find his faith we have to take things slow, just like you said. I'll tell your father when the time is right."

You're at a loss for words at the way your lie has somehow already wormed itself into your mother's brain without a shadow of a doubt. She's genuinely convinced you're trying to do the right thing, turn Joel Miller into a God fearing Catholic. It makes you uncomfortable to think about how your lie has already gotten this deep; for a moment you briefly consider calling the whole thing off, changing the story, maybe even telling the truth.

And then your phone buzzes in your pocket.

"Whatever you say," you reply quickly, drying the last plate and backing away, "Um, I'm gonna go read in my room for a bit."

--

How was your day?

The text makes your heart positively soar as you flop onto your bed again like you had this morning, bringing your phone to your face and grinning like an idiot. He didn't forget about you.

boring. i missed you.

You don't care if you come across as clingy; it's how you feel. Your heart does stutter a bit when you hit send but all nervousness fades when he responds just as quickly:

Missed you too, angel.

You swallow around the sudden lump in your throat, heart pounding when his little speech bubble appears again to show that he's typing something else:

What did you do?

went swimming

What an image to put in my head.

You smile, feeling your cheeks warm. Your face falls however at his next message:

What did you wear?

You grimace, eyeing the ridiculously modest swimsuit hanging off your desk chair, still damp from earlier. Should you be honest or come up with a white lie, put a different image in his head? No, you've already lied enough for one day.

a one piece but i don't like it. it's not very me.

I'll buy you a new one. Tell me what you like.

He'd really do that? You bite your lip and weigh the options in your mind, thinking about the lingerie on those mannequins this morning, the things your roommates back at college wear. You want something you'll feel different in, something that makes you feel more like this sexy version of yourself Joel is helping you discover.

bikini. maybe pink or blue?

You got it. Maybe you can give me another fashion show.

You feel a surge of excitement, of intrigue. You'd wondered at the mall what kind of clothes Joel would want to see you in... he'd loved the dresses this morning - especially the white one - so you can't help but wonder what kind of swimsuit he'll choose for you. You're not completely sheltered; you know there are different types of bikinis. One of your friends had worn a micro sling bikini for Halloween last year as a part of her costume for a party she was attending - you'd taken one look and decided you weren't going.

Would Joel pick a bikini like that for you? The thought makes you feel a bit queasy, suddenly unsure if you'd even want to wear something like that. You want to look good for him but you don't want to sacrifice everything about yourself to do it. You stare at his message, wishing he wasn't just words on a screen right now.

where are you?

At a bar with my crew. But I'd much rather be wherever you are right now, babygirl.

You relax a bit into your sheets at the pet name; the word hasn't even come directly from his mouth but it has you acting like it has. Your body goes loose, that familiar throbbing starting up again in your underwear. You cross your legs and duck underneath the covers to type your reply:

i'm in my bed. i wish you were here

And what do you wish I was doing?

You stare at the text for a moment, biting down hard on your lip and trying to think of exactly how to articulate your thoughts in the best way. You've never done this before, never said or typed dirty things to somebody else. You figure texting is as good a medium as any to finally practice.

i wish you were playing with my pussy

The throbbing gets worse as you type the words. You cross your legs a bit tighter when you hit send, already nervous about what he'll say back. He doesn't waste much time.

You like when I play with your pussy, don't you?

Your cheeks warm as you sink even further beneath your blankets, legs parting slowly. You reach down to pop the button on your jeans, slowly typing out a response with one hand:

yes

The zipper of your jeans is down within seconds, your right hand carefully slipping past the open material and sliding down to cup where you're aching over your underwear. Your phone vibrates again and you hear a small whimper slip past your lips.

And you liked having those big fingers deep in there huh?

yes. it felt so good.

So full, right baby?

You circle your clit slowly with your index finger, mouth popping open at his words. The memory of the way his fingers felt inside of you, the way they'd pushed and prodded you so deep...

really full.

I'll do it again real soon, angel. Promise.

You whimper again, still tracing your pussy through your panties. Your brow furrows when the next message comes in a few seconds later:

I gotta head back now but I'll call you later. Stay up for me, don't fall asleep.

You frown. Oh well, you've gotten off without him a few times so far, what's one more time? You watch as the bubble indicating he's typing again pops up.

And don't touch that pretty pussy until I tell you.

Your hand freezes and you feel your lips turn into a pout despite the fact that he can't even see you.

:(

XO

"Meanie." you murmur at your phone, taking your hand out of your pants and tilting your head back to stare at your ceiling. You look down at the message again and can't help but feel your lips upturn; he's going to call you later... maybe meanie is too strong a word.

--

You prepare a little too much for your late-night phone call with Joel.

You take a long bath, soothing and relaxing with some lit candles and quiet music, all the while returning to your previous mental state of pretending you don't have anything between your legs. You're just a barbie doll down there, you tell yourself dubiously, there's nothing to touch or feel. That wishful thinking doesn't last very long however when you find yourself re-reading Joel's texts and feeling your pussy begin to pulse again under the water.

After your bath you comb carefully through your hair, counting each stroke to pass the time. You apply more lotion to your skin than you could ever need and then change into a pair of pajamas, just some simple sleep shorts and a t-shirt. You wonder what Joel would think of your old nightdresses, the ones you used to wear when you were a kid, still folded away in your dresser but probably much shorter and more revealing now. You take a quick peek at an old yellow one, lacy and faded; it practically smells of innocence and the bright eyed Jesus loving girl you once were, and you find yourself feeling sad. You shut it away again.

By the time you're freshly bathed and in bed your parents have already said goodnight and are settled in their bedroom down the hall. All you can do is lay back against your pillows and wait for Joel to call.

Nine o'clock passes; you decide to read for a little bit.

Ten o'clock; no big deal, you turn on the TV and quietly watch the beginning of a movie.

Eleven o'clock; you're about halfway into the movie now, feeling sleepy but still checking your phone every few minutes.

Twelve o'clock; the movie ends but you don't pay much attention to the conclusion, staring anxiously at your phone and waiting for it to light up. But still nothing.

It's almost one when you finally begin to face the reality of the situation. He never gave you a specific time, just said he'd call later, but how much later did he mean? Maybe he's already home now, in bed and asleep. He's probably forgotten that he even said he'd call. You're not that important. You're just some kid.

Tears well in your eyes when you finally turn off your bedside lamp and shuffle further beneath the covers, still staring at your phone. Please call, you think pathetically to yourself, or even text. Just do something.

You fall asleep with your phone gripped tightly in your hand.

--

You wake up to a light buzzing sound and sensation, your eyes squeezing together in confusion. You open them blearily and find yourself facing your bedside clock; 2:23am. It takes a few seconds for you to register that the buzzing is coming from your phone, and when you look down at the screen and see the name Mr. Miller, your eyes go wide. You answer it immediately.

"Hello?" you whisper, burying yourself under the covers again and trying to be as quiet as possible.

"Hey, babygirl," he says softly on the other side, his southern drawl melting smoothly into your ear, "I wake you up?"

"Y-yeah," you mumble, still blinking your eyes and trying to get some alertness back, "Sorry, I know you told me not to fall asleep."

He chuckles and it's the most beautiful sound, charming and gentle, "That's okay, sweetheart. I got back much later than I thought I would, it's my fault," you hear him grunt a little bit, like he's settling onto his couch (or his bed?), "You stay up long waitin' for me?"

You bite your lip, "Um, maybe."

"Aw, baby, I'm sorry," he murmurs, "Poor thing, you must be so sleepy."

"M'not," you say, but your voice betrays you.

"Shh," he whispers, "You go back to sleep, we'll try this again tomorrow."

You try to sit up but you're still half asleep and the blankets are so warm and inviting, "No," you say quickly, "No, I wanna talk to you. I've been waiting."

You can hear the smile in his voice when he replies, "God, you're so fuckin' sweet," he inhales deeply, "What I wouldn't give to have you in my bed right now, angel... all curled up and comfy in my arms."

You smile, eyes closing again as you settle back into the blankets and listen to his voice, "I want that." you murmur.

"I know you do," his voice is so soft and soothing in your ear, almost like a lullaby, "You want so many things with me, don't you?"

"Mm hm," you agree softly, "All of it."

"All of it." he repeats thoughtfully.

The line goes quiet for a moment, both of you just listening to each other breathe evenly. You know you should say something else, try and wake yourself up, but the longer you lie there with the phone to your ear the more tired you seem to be getting.

"Did you touch your pussy, babygirl?" he finally asks, voice still barely a whisper.

Your heart stutters, "No," you reply just as quietly.

"Good girl."

You hum at his praise, melting further into your pillow. You listen as he breathes slowly on the other end. You're starting to drift off again, you can feel it.

"I've got an early start tomorrow," he says softly, "But how 'bout I call you around seven or so, before I leave?"

"Yes," you whisper, "Please."

He laughs quietly, "Okay, sweetheart, you go back to sleep now," he exhales and seems to settle into his bed, just like you, "Sweet dreams."

"'Night," you mumble softly, leaving him to end the call as you fade quickly back to sleep.

--

You don't make the same mistake you made last night; you wake up promptly at six thirty and make sure you stay awake, washing your face and getting dressed for the day. You hear the shower going in your parents room and hope that miraculously both of them will have already left by the time Joel calls you.

No such luck. You can hear them both bustling around in the kitchen when your phone starts to buzz, and you quietly tiptoe back to bed and yank the covers up over yourself, hoping it'll muffle your conversation.

"Hi," you whisper.

"Mornin'", Joel replies; you can hear a smile in his voice, "Why are you whisperin'?"

You grimace, "My parents are still here."

"Ahh, the same parents who think I'm your guitar teacher, right?"

You bring a hand up to your face in embarrassment, "Oh my god, I forgot I told you that."

He chuckles, "So we're sneakin' around, huh? That what's happenin'? Is this gonna end with me gettin' shot?"

Your eyes widen, "I hope not!"

He laughs again, louder this time, "I'm kiddin', babygirl, don't worry. But you're an adult, you don't need their permission to see me."

"I know that, but as long as I'm under their roof they have rules, and I gotta follow them. Plus..." you make a face, "My mom doesn't like you."

He snorts, "Yeah, I figured."

"I kind of told her that um... that I'm... well..."

"What?"

"That I'm teaching you about God," you close your eyes, feeling your skin burn, "That you borrowed my hymn book and you're gonna help me learn how to play some of them."

There's complete silence on the line after you speak and for a moment you're scared he's hung up. You pull the phone away from your ear and look down at the screen; the call is still active. You bring it back up and he finally says something.

"Jesus, you're naughty," he mutters, voice suddenly dark, rough, "Lyin' about all that, just to see me?"

You swallow, "Y-yeah."

"Naughty," he repeats, "Naughty girl."

Another beat of silence. Then-

"Are you in bed?"

"Yes."

"Take off your panties."

You don't need telling twice, you're already throbbing just from hearing his voice change. You hold your phone against your ear with your shoulder and make quick work of hiking up your dress and tugging your panties down your legs.

"They're off," you whisper, voice shaky.

"Rub your clit," he says immediately, and you hear the unmistakable sound of his belt jangling on the other end, "'Til your pussy's all wet."

Is he...? He must be. You swallow tightly and do as he says, trying to focus on the task at hand and not on the fact that he's most certainly touching his cock right now while he talks to you. Getting wet isn't much of a challenge; as soon as your finger touches your clit you can already feel yourself start to drip.

"I'm wet." you whimper, rubbing your clit slowly.

"Already?" his voice is almost pained.

"Is it...is it weird that I get wet so easily?"

"No," he says immediately and you can almost visualize him shaking his head, "No, it's good. It's just 'cause you're so new to all of it," he groans, low and husky, "Fuck, I can't get enough of you."

You whimper again at his words, rubbing yourself a bit quicker and biting down on your lip. You can still hear the dull sounds of your parents from the kitchen below; you have to be quiet.

"Put a finger inside," Joel murmurs on the other end of the line, rough and scratchy, "Deep as you can go."

You bite down on your lip harder as you carefully push your index finger inside yourself, brow furrowing at the sensation. It's certainly nothing like having Joel's fingers in there and you immediately want to add another one, get that full feeling back.

"Push it in and out," he continues, "With me now, in..." you hear a dull slap, "And out," you follow along, eyes becoming hooded as you listen to what is most certainly Joel jacking himself off, "In....and out..."

He's pretending he's inside you. The thought alone is enough to make you moan, and you have to bring your other hand up to cover your mouth as you fuck yourself along to his pace. You add a second without being asked, whimpering pitifully into the phone and spreading your legs wider.

"Oh, babygirl," he whispers, "Those sounds you make..." he groans, low and deep, "Two fingers now, sweetheart."

"I'm already using two," you admit, still pumping them in and out; he groans again, even louder.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters, "Three then, baby. Add your third, that's it." You hear another slap of skin and the sound is enough to make your orgasm begin to build in your belly. You wish he was here with you, holding you, touching you.

"I wish you were inside me," you find yourself whispering, voice shaky and pathetic.

He groans again, "Which part of me, sweetheart? My fingers?"

You shake your head, "No."

"Say it."

"Your cock," you whimper, chest heaving as you feel yourself getting closer and closer, "I want your cock inside me."

"Fuck," his voice is even deeper in your ear, almost like he's right there next to you, "I know you do, angel. Want it so fucking deep, don't you?"

You nod ferociously despite the fact that he can't see you, plunging your three fingers in and out steadily and feeling your legs begin to shake, "Yes, Mr. Miller," you whimper, "I need it."

"You do need it," he groans, "You need this cock, babygirl. Can't believe you never had one before, can't stop thinkin' about it," the slapping is getting faster, louder.

"I wanted it so bad last night," you keen, eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure, "And when you didn't call, I thought maybe-"

"Oh, babygirl," he groans, "Don't think like that, don't ever-" he lets out a deep grunt, almost like a whimper, "Don't think for one second that I don't think about you, about that pussy. Can't wait to be inside you. Gonna fuck you so good, so right," he grunts, his voice becoming more and more strained, "Gonna be so deep inside that sweet little hole, you're gonna feel it in your fuckin' stomach."

Holy fuck. He's never talked this much before, never said things this filthy or graphic. It's too much for you to handle all at once, pussy tightening around your fingers as his words bring you over the edge.

"I'm coming," you manage to squeak out, then slap your hand back down on your mouth as you shake and writhe under the blankets, moaning pitifully into your hand and praying your parents don't hear you.

Joel doesn't tell you he's coming but the slapping sound suddenly comes to a complete stop, and the next thing you know he's groaning loudly in your ear, breathy and rough. You listen to him, closing your eyes and letting his sounds invade your whole body as you come, wrapping around you like another warm blanket. You've never heard him make sounds like this, depraved and guttural and loud. You can only imagine what he looks like right now, what his cock looks like. You know what happens when men come, you know about ejaculation, but the thought of Joel doing that... right now...

"Mmmhmmm," you moan into your hand and feel your eyes roll back, picturing Joel laying in his bed, hand around his cock, "Oh...fuck..." you fuck yourself with your fingers until it's too much, until the sensations are borderline painful. You move your hand away from your pussy and squeeze down on your thigh, trying to get your legs to stop shaking.

There's a few moments of heavy breathing where neither of you speak, both of you coming down from your orgasms and trying to catch your breaths. You open your legs wider and lay there like a starfish, eyes closed, chest heaving. You hear the door slam downstairs, followed by the sound of your father getting in his police car and your mother getting in her SUV.

"My parents just left." you mutter, still breathless.

Joel chuckles softly, "Think they heard you?"

You shake your head, "No way, they'd have already broken down my door if they had any idea what's going on up here."

He laughs again, "Hold on a sec, let me clean myself up here a bit."

You can't help but smile at the image of Joel being vulnerable like that, having to clean up his own mess instead of yours. You shiver at the thought and slowly sit up in bed, body heavy and sated.

"That was... a lot," you say softly, still trying to even out your breaths, "All that... that stuff you said."

You hear the concern in his voice immediately, "Was it too much?"

"No," you say immediately, shaking your head, "No, not at all. I just..." you feel your cheeks burn, "I wasn't expecting....I didn't realize how much you thought about doing that."

"Doin' what?" you can almost hear his smirk.

"...Fucking me," you whisper it, even though your parents are gone, "Putting your...putting your cock in me."

He groans again, softer this time, "I'll be honest, darlin'. It was all I thought about yesterday at work. And it's all I'm gonna be thinkin' about today."

You shiver, lips turning up in a pleased smile, "Really?"

"Really, sweetheart. And I know we're takin' it slow, and that's okay, but fuck if I don't think about how that pussy's gonna feel around me..." he groans again and you feel the undeniable sensation of yourself getting wet again; insatiable.

"What if...what if it doesn't fit?" you ask quietly, unsure just like yesterday, "I know you said we'll make it fit but..."

"It'll fit," he reassures you tenderly, "Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll go real slow, I'll be real gentle, and you just take it," he takes a breath, slow and steady, "You were made to take it, babygirl."

You hear yourself whimper softly, closing your eyes and turning your head into your pillow. God, you could listen to him talk to you like this for hours, just telling you everything he wants to do to you, everything he wants to teach you...

"When can I see you again?" you whisper.

"Well, that's what we need to figure out now, isn't it?" you can hear the hint of a smile in his voice, "When are these guitar lessons gonna take place?"

You wince, sitting up a bit in bed and leaning back against your pillows, "So you're okay with that? With me lying, I mean?"

"If that's what you feel you need to do, then it's okay," he says, and you can tell he means it, "I will probably have to actually teach you some guitar, though."

"I don't mind," you reply with a smile, remembering the way his hands had felt on yours when he'd first shown you those chords, the way you'd settled between his legs and he'd held you so close to him, "...As long as you teach me in your bed."

"Fuck," he murmurs, voice going dark again, "You are a naughty girl, aren't you?"

You can't help but smirk, "It's starting to seem that way, yeah."

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Hello, Sea, how are you? I hope your migraine is gone and you're fully recovered from it 💖

If you don't mind me being super self indulgent, I really sad at the moment, so I'll ask how hotd boys would try to cheer wife if she was down.

Thank you for sharing your qork with us, it always make me happy to read

I'm doing much better now thanks! Unfortunately I'm just someone who gets migraines occasionally and there's not much I can do about them, but I'm feeling much better.

Anyway, I love this question! I'm gonna write a little bit about our three main lads. This whole answer was supposed to be SFW but then I reached aegon and well... he's Aegon. So needless to say, I've had to put a cut in

JACAERYS:

So the first thing to note about Jace is how good his memory is? He always remembers all the things you tell him. He takes careful note of the things you like and the things you don't, and also he learns how you act when you're upset and what can upset you.

So he will notice almost immediately when you're feeling down and he will always try to help. Jace just wants you to be happy and healthy and so he will literally drop whatever it is that he's doing to try and help you. And if someone else needs him to be doing something else, he will distracted the entire time because he can't stop thinking about you and about what he can do to try and help you.

His go to method is to bring you your favourite flowers or wine or treats or whatever. If there's anything you have mentioned you really like in the past few weeks then he'll make sure to get that as well. He also just won't leave your side? Sure you can be in a bad mood and sulk all day if you want, but you certainly can't do that alone he won't let you.

AEMOND:

So I actually think realising you're feeling down would be genuinely distressing for Aemond? Especially if it's something he has absolutely no control of. He has no idea what to do, no idea how to make this better. His entire being is centred around making you happy and pleasing you and now you're upset and he feels like he failed. Even if whatever is upsetting you has absolutely nothing to do with him and can't be changed, he'll still feel like a failure.

He usually ends up asking you what you need. He would do whatever you want to make this better. No request would be too big. He would make anything work to make you happier. And you do have to actually give him something to do because if you don't he will be paralysed and not know what to do.

Needless to say, if he thinks there's even the smallest chance of someone having caused your distress then that person's days are numbered.

AEGON:

The moment Aegon realises you arent as happy as you usually are, he immediately asks you who needs to die. You always just roll your eyes and make him promise he won't set the kings guard on anyone, but he still might do it anyway.

When you inform him that no, he can't just murder every person to mildly inconvenience you, he sighs and then proceeds to promptly ask you if he can go down on you. Aegon's horny little gremlin mind literally goes, "Oh I can't kill someone? Fine, can I eat you out?"

Aegon will try his best to help in his own chaotic little way. Of course he will ask you what's wrong and listen to you, but to be honest he's one of the worst people to vent to. You'll say someone is making your life difficult and aegon is just like 'oh I'll have them killed' like no, no aegon don't do that.

Oh and also, he will cancel his appearances that day without a second thought if you're distressed. He could not care less about all the lords and ladies who travelled far and wide to see him, his pretty wife is upset so obviously the entire kingdom must come to a standstill until you feel better.

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A few people have defended Chloe and Lila's writing by saying that teenagers being just as capable of heroism as adults means that they need to be just as capable of villainy as adults. I know that's not good logic, but I can't put my finger on WHY it's not good logic, can you weigh in on this?

I actually don't think it's bad logic at all. They're right. Teenagers are absolutely capable of being monsters. A teenage bully may not have the wide reaching impacts of a terrorist, but teenage bullies still do real and lasting harm that can shape victims for the rest of their lives.

This is why you have to be really careful when it comes to redeeming either of these characters (and also Sabrina since she's almost as bad as Chloe in my eyes). You cannot minimize the harm that they've caused by saying "well, they're just kids" or even by pointing out that Chloe and Sabrina were victims of abuse.

Fourteen-year-olds are more than old enough to know right from wrong. Yes, they're not full adults yet, but they're in the stage of life where they're learning how to be adults. That's why we call them young adults! People in this stage of life are very capable of understanding that their words and actions can hurt people. Heck, three-year-olds are capable of that! If you don't think that these teenage characters understood that bullying Marinette was hurting Marinette, then you're arguing that these characters have some sort of developmental disability or psychological disorder or something of that nature that is effecting their development in an extreme manner. If so, then that requires immediate serious intervention by professionals, but I don't think that anyone is making that argument for anyone save, maybe, Lila.

On the abuse side of things: being a victim is not a free pass to hurt innocents. Victims don't get a magic ticket that says, "you may now do one free abuse" every time that they're abused. By that logic, giving Audrey an abusive past would absolve her of everything that she did to Chloe. The same goes for Gabriel and Adrien, which is why this is such shitty logic. Nothing justifies Gabriel and Audrey's actions. What they did to their children was wrong.

The same logic applies to all characters and all types of abuse. Victim status doesn't prevent you from becoming an abuser. It's actually quite common for abuse to lead to more abuse which is part of why you can't grant exceptions on the basis of victim status. If you do that, then you eventually reach a point where no one is accountable because everyone has been abused and is therefore a blameless victim who can do no wrong. No one wants to live in a world like that.

There is of course, a lot of nuance to this topic and a lot of it is heavily situational. For example, I totally believe that certain exceptions have to made for extreme cases that I'm not going to give examples of to avoid triggering content, but you can probably think of some. However, we're not talking about extreme cases here. The characters that we're talking about are reasonably normal fourteen-year-olds. Young adults who have been allowed to be part of society and who know that what they're doing is wrong. And if they don't know that bullying and terrorism are wrong? Then we're back to the concern that something is deeply wrong with these characters and they need immediate serious intervention from trained professionals.

To be fair, Lila may end up being that kind of character, but Chloe and Sabrina certainly aren't. Since Chloe was the character mentioned in the original ask, we'll focus on her for the rest of this. While Chloe has absolutely been abused, she's not some isolated victim who has no idea how the world works. She's been allowed a reasonably normal childhood. This scene from Malediktator is actually pretty solid writing for a character like Chloe:

Ladybug: I'm fine with helping you, Chloé, but first… I need you to tell me what happened. Why is your father— I mean, Malediktator, so mad? Chloé: It's because of this super lame loser named Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She's this horrible girl in my class and she hates me. (Ladybug looks angry, but then contains her feelings) She's ganged everyone up against me and she— Ladybug: Maybe this Marinette girl isn't entirely to blame? Chloé: Uh! Ugh. Okay, it wasn't totally Marinette's fault. She is really mean to me sometimes, but actually, this time, Daddy got angry all by himself. Ladybug:(not buying it) All by himself? Chloé: Yeah, because… there was something he couldn't do… Ladybug:(puts a hand on Chloé's shoulder) Chloé, it's me, Ladybug. You can trust me. You can tell me the truth. Chloé: I— I— Ladybug: Mm-hmm. Chloé: It— it was me. I hurt my daddy's feelings. Because I want to leave Paris, forever.

She knows right from wrong and she knows when she's hurting people. She just doesn't care most of the time because she's never had to face consequences for causing harm so why should she care? It's not like it effects her! This is why she only cares about the damage she causes when it effects her or the people she loves.

That's not a deeply messed up world view. A lot of people only have strong feelings about things effecting those they love. Chloe just needs to work on being more neutral to people outside her circle because that's how we make a happy functioning society. (This is a hint of that nuance I mentioned before. I'll give a few more hints as we go on, but we won't really be digging into it due to word count. Just know that I'm aware of it.)

Giving Chloe an abusive past didn't absolve her of her actions. It just gave us a potential reason for why she does what she does. This actually does make Chloe's abuse important! Once we know the reasons why her character is doing something, we can then understand her character and better guide her story. Understanding that she's a victim means that she can be helped because this isn't some inherent part of her. It's learned behavior and that means that she can unlearn it.

And now we get to circle back to the original ask and discuss why it's still valid to be mad about Chloe and Lila's treatment and why it IS bad even though it's not wrong to have "evil" teenagers.

The reason why Chloe and Lila's lack of redemption is concerning is because full grown adults who have done far worse things are being redeemed based on nothing while these two teenage girls are being treated as beyond hope. If Gabriel Agreste and André Bourgeois are allowed to have happy endings without doing anything to earn those happy endings, then why are Chloe and Lila being treated as devils? What message is this show trying to send to kids? That it's okay to be a terrorist as long as your reasons are good, but be a bully at 14 and you're doomed for life? That's total BS!

It's especially concerning because Chloe's bad treatment of her adult father is being used to justify his redemption while Audrey and Andre's terrible parenting is not being used to give Chloe a similar free pass. Writers, wtf are you doing? No one should be getting a free pass in this situation. They all need to take action to right their wrongs if they want to be redeemed. Andre shipping Chloe off to live with her mother is an adult man saying, "oops, raised that one wrong! We'll let's just pretend that never happened."

Don't get me wrong, Chloe's actions are still fully her own and she needs to own that, but crying, "Daddy" only held power because Andre did whatever Chloe told him to do. He held all the power and was happy to misuse it in order to make his daughter happy. That means that he holds blame here, too. He allowed his daughter to become a total brat by encouraging bratty behavior.

This was not a situation where Chloe was a danger to others for some reason. A situation where Andre was truly doing the best anyone could hope to do in order to keep his daughter placated so that she didn't physically hurt anyone. It was also not a situation where forces beyond Andre's control were effecting his daughter and shaping her personality while he was desperately trying to guide her down the right path. It was just plain old terrible parenting. He spoiled Chloe rotten, got the completely predictable end result, and then threw her out for a better version that someone else raised. What an uplifting message! (That was sarcasm.)

Chloe and Lila would have worked reasonably well in a story where all of the important characters were teens. A story where Lila was always the big bad, Gabriel was a minor character, and Chloe's parents never got any screen time.

That's not the story that the writers wrote, though, so the "teenagers can be evil" defense falls flat because if domestic terrorists aren't evil and child abusers aren't evil, but bratty teenage girls are, then what are we even doing here? This is extra true because the people this show is aimed at are not adult men. They're little girls who may very well relate to Chloe and Lila.

There's also the issue of Chloe being dammed while other teen characters were given a free pass for no real reason. Felix, Sabrina, and Kim have all done equally bad or even worse things. Felix is especially uncomfortable because he's basically a male Chloe who did all of the same actions - and often did them better - yet he doesn't have to give so much as a simple apology for what he's done. He's just good now because Kagami needs a boyfriend.

Chloe outed herself in public while emotionally compromised? So did Felix and he had weeks to plan before hand, too! Chloe did it in a totally reactive manner without any real plan.

Chloe used the miraculous that Gabriel stole? Felix stole the miraculous himself and gave them to Gabriel!

Chloe bulled Marinette? Felix bullied Adrien!

Felix even did some of the same things as Lila! He tried to ruin Adrien's friendships via manipulation and deceit in his first appearance. He knew Gabriel's secret and used it to his own advantage instead of telling the heroes. He used a major terrorist attack as an excuse to further his own goals. The list goes on! So why is he being welcomed onto the team with open arms? And why is no one telling Kagami just how dangerous her new boyfriend is? She wasn't there for most of this so she has no idea who she's dating.

And this isn't even touching the mess that was Derision's terribly delivered message about owning your actions and not blaming others for your bad behavior. That episode makes everything about Chloe's treatment look even more hypocritical.

In summary, the issue is not that teenagers can't be bad guys, they absolutely can! The issue is how all of the other bad guys and bullies are being treated compared to these two and how inconsistent the rules are. Of course, we haven't seen all of Lila's story, so who knows what the end game is for her. Maybe she'll also be trying to restore a dead wife and so she'll get a free pass, too.

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säspxin

säspxin [sæ.ˈsp’in] n. disease, sickness, illness

Anonymous Request: Lo'ak is sick and completely bed ridden and he barely eats. Reader visits him, and when he refuses to eat, out of frustration and his weakened state, she offers to feed him. The next day he is waiting expectantly, he's in a brighter mood, and he wants her to feed him again. When his siblings come to visit unexpectedly, they catch him in the act of enjoying being pampered over like a baby causing an eruption of laughter and Lo'ak can't help but crack a smile himself.

With a few final pulls, the rug is finished. It's the largest I've ever completed, and the most beautiful, full of dark reds, greens and light blues. My heart swells with pride at the accomplishment. It has been a difficult journey, mastering the loom, but this rug shows my skill. It is as good as any that the elders have shown me.

Carefully, I roll it up and sling it over my shoulder, intent on taking it home to my family. On the way, I spot Kiri, the oldest daughter of the chief of our clan. She seems to be in a hurry, but waves to me anyway.

"Where are you rushing to?" I ask.

"Lo'ak is sick," she replies. I expect her to roll her eyes, as if her brother's illness is just a joke to her, but her face looks grave. He must be very sick, to have Kiri concerned.

"Is he okay?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "He is stubborn." She turns, taking off again, and I follow after her.

Though the Sully family is beloved by all, Lo'ak has often been, in my opinion, overlooked. In his adolescence, he was a little silly and overconfident, and often got himself and his family into trouble when he shouldn't have.

But he has grown into a fine man now, and I'm surprised more people have't noticed. He is level headed, careful, and still free-spirited. He is even taller than his father now, more broad-shouldered, with his hair always tied back neatly in large braids. He brings back the largest kills when hunting and fishing, and is always there to help when anyone in the clan needs his strength.

I find it so strange that he doesn't seem to be as widely admired as his older brother, but maybe it's just because he's younger. Either way, he certainly has an admirer in me, so I follow Kiri closely, back to her family's home.

Neytiri paces outside, Neteyam standing nearby.

"Y/N?" Neteyam asks, raising an eyebrow when he sees me. Kiri disappears inside, and I try to peer in, but I can't see Lo'ak.

"I'm sorry to intrude. Kiri said Lo'ak was sick. I just... wanted to see if I could help."

"With a rug?" he asks, and I had almost forgotten I was holding the giant thing.

I throw it onto the ground, next to the hut. "Sorry, again. I ran into her coming from the mother loom."

"I am glad you're here," Neytiri says, reaching out to grab my upper arm. "He will not eat, but he needs something. You go in, try."

"Oh, Neytiri, I don't know..."

She shoves me towards their alcove, and I can't say no to the Olo'eyektan's wife, so I stumble through the opening, breaking out into a sweat.

Kiri is sitting next to Lo'ak, who lays on the floor, a pillow propped under his head. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's covered in a sheen of sweat.

"I'm not hungry," he's telling Kiri, who is thrusting a bowl at him. It's full of a warm soup, with an inviting smell. Kiri looks up at me, pleading with her eyes.

"Your mom thought I might help." I approach slowly, and kneel at Lo'ak's side, opposite Kiri. She hands the bowl to me, and stands to exit without another word, clearly worried and frustrated.

Lo'ak rolls his head over, opening his eyes to look up at me. Even in his tired state, the corners of his mouth turn up. "Y/N, you came to see me."

I nod, placing the wooden spoon into the bowl, and scooping up a little broth and some small, cut up vegetables. "I came to feed you. Sit up a little," I say. With much effort, Lo'ak shuffles up so he's in a semi-upright position, and looks at me again.

"Well, open up," I say, bringing the spoon towards his mouth like he's a child.

"Are you worried about me, Y/N?" Lo'ak asks with a teasing smile.

"If you take a bite, I'll tell you."

His mouth falls open, and I insert the spoon, removing it cleanly.

"Yes. I got very worried when Kiri said you were so sick, and I came right away to see you."

"Why?"

I load the spoon with another warm bite. "Every question has to be bought with a bit of soup."

Lo'ak rolls his eyes, but opens his mouth again. Once he's taken another bite, I answer.

"I like you very much, Lo'ak. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

He ponders as he chews. "Like me as a friend? Or more?" He opens his mouth this time without instruction, and my cheeks heat as I give him another taste.

"More," I admit. He seems to have a fever, so I'm hoping, possibly, he won't remember this conversation come tomorrow.

"Hmm," he ponders. "I don't think I can eat anymore, but I want to ask you another question."

"That was only three bites, Lo'ak!" I exclaim. "Just one more, please." I extend the spoon to him, and he sighs, his eyes growing heavy.

He opens his mouth, obliges me, and chews then swallows very slowly.

"What's your question?" I ask, setting the bowl aside.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're the most beautiful woman on this planet, or any other?"

I'm not sure whether to roll my eyes or blush, but the heat in my cheeks betrays me. "No. That's... what you think?"

He reaches out, grabbing my hand from where it rests on my thigh. "I have always thought that. I feel like shit, but I'm glad you came to take care of me today. Will you stay for a while?"

I squeeze his hand and nod. He closes his eyes immediately, and within mere moments, he is asleep. I sit there for quite a while, even after his hand has gone slack in mine, and stare at him.

His breathing is even, and when I feel his forehead, it's warm, but not hot. Slowly, I stand up, letting his hand down gently, and step outside to find Kiri and Neytiri still there.

I hand the bowl to Kiri, who looks down. "Half the bowl! How'd you do it?"

"Oh, I don't really know. Maybe just, because he doesn't know me very well."

Neytiri nods and gives a small, "Hm." She looks like she wants to say more, but thanks me instead.

"He asked me to come back tomorrow. I'll come in the morning, if that's okay?"

Kiri nods. "Maybe he'll eat breakfast if you're here."

--

As soon as I wake the next morning, I am thinking of Lo'ak. I have to stop myself from immediately running to see how he is. All I can think about is if he's better, and the things he said to me yesterday.

Has anyone ever told you that you're the most beautiful woman on this planet, or any other?

Was that his sickness talking, or did he mean it?

After a reasonable amount of time has passed, I practically run back to his home. When I step inside, I see, across the floor, the rug I had left yesterday. It looks beautiful here, and I take a pause to admire it.

"We didn't want to leave it outside," Jake says, noticing me looking. "We don't mean to steal it."

I chuckle. "It looks nice here, you should keep it."

"Oh no, Y/N," Neytiri says. "It must have taken you weeks. You take it home."

Waving my hand in the air, I shake my head and reply, "Bah! It looks beautiful here. I will make another."

Finally, I turn my head to see Lo'ak, sitting up today, and looking much better. He is less pale, less sweaty, and his eyes are much more alert.

"We need to go. You keep an eye on him, okay?" Jake says, clapping me on the back, nearly causing me to stumble with the force of it. With that, Lo'ak's parents are gone.

Next to Lo'ak sits a plate with some bread and fruit, and it's definitely untouched. I sit next to him, as I did the day before, and he grins.

"You came back."

I can't help but smile in return. "I thought you might have more questions."

"Do I have to eat in order to get answers?"

So he does remember, and he smiling up at me so brightly... it must mean he meant what he said, surely.

I grab the plate. "It looks like you can feed yourself today," I say, handing the plate towards him.

He lifts his hand up, putting it on his forehead, and then closes his eyes and gives a large, exaggerated sigh.

"Oh no, I'm too weak. Help me, please," he says in a hoarse voice, and I let out a loud laugh.

"Fine, fine." I pick up a berry, rolling it between my fingers. "Do you have questions?"

"Yes."

"Okay, go ahead."

I sit down further, off my knees and onto crossed legs, and place the plate on my knee.

"Do you have an intended mate? Someone you're promised to?" He opens his mouth, and I toss a berry in, then reach back to tear off a hunk of bread.

"No. Do you?"

He reaches over, picking another berry off the plate, and reaches for my mouth with it. Laughing, I open my mouth, and he tosses it in. It's sweet, exploding in my mouth, and I smile down at him.

"No," he says.

"Next question," I say, holding up the hunk of bread.

"How many kids do you want?"

That's a bold question. I pop the bread in his mouth, and think for a moment. "I don't know, really. Maybe... two. Or three. However many Eywa blesses me and my mate with."

"You'd be a good mom," Lo'ak says.

"How do you know?"

He shrugs as best he can while lying down. "You're nurturing, and kind, and really beautiful."

"You don't need to be beautiful to be a good mom."

"No, but I wanted to say it anyway." Lo'ak reaches over, picks a berry up off the plate, and puts it in his mouth.

"Oh, so you can feed yourself?" I say teasingly, and he drops his hand instantly, rolling his head to the side and sticking his tongue out.

"Momentary burst of energy. I'm tired again."

I tear off another piece of bread, and start to reach for him. "Any other questions, or can you just eat now?"

"When I'm better, can I take you on a date? It's... a Sky People thing. My mom and dad go on them. It's part of courting."

He opens his mouth wide, and I place the bread inside. He chews, staring at my expectantly.

"Are you seriously making her feed you, Lo'ak?"

Both of our eyes snap to the entrance, where Neteyam and Kiri stand, holding back laughter.

"You're being pampered like a baby!" Kiri says, both of them laughing. My cheeks flush with heat.

"We thought he needed medicine. He just needed the girl he likes," Neteyam says, elbowing Kiri in the ribs.

Lo'ak turns to me, and I expect to see embarrassment on his face, but his grin is wider than ever.

"So, the date?" he asks.

Though I feel nervous, a little out of breath, and I know a blush paints my cheeks, there's nothing I can do but smile in return.

"Yes, of course."

He reaches over, taking a handful of berries, and whips them at his siblings, who holler in protest. Lo'ak and I just smile at each other, almost blissfully unaware as they make their exit, happy to be alone again.

[talesofesther]

sweet calamity | ch 4

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that's destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it's easier said than done.

A/N: Prepare your heart for this one. I was listening to this while writing. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 3 here

There was no sunlight this morning, Nevermore's grounds were grey, as were the clouds covering the sky. Without the sun, the wind moving between the trees became considerably colder.

Wednesday walked the stone path in the gardens, her steps well placed to avoid the bits of grass peeking in between that were still covered by the morning frost.

It was too early, a soft white fog was still hanging in the air and not many students were out and about at this hour, especially outside in the cold; but she had a feeling that the person she was after would be here.

One could say Wednesday blended in well with the gloomy weather; with her pale skin doing little in helping to hide the dark bags under her eyes, courtesy of spending last night worrying — no, worrying implies that she cares and she most certainly doesn't — thinking, about the what ifs that surrounded you and her.

It eventually became as clear as day even if Wednesday couldn't connect a few points. She still hasn't decided how to feel about it or what to say to you when she finds you.

We are a mistake; I don't want you, you shouldn't want me.

Those were the words that have been swimming inside her head all night, so much that she almost made it all Enid's problem too. They were true, weren't they? She would mean it if they were to roll off her tongue.

Yet, as Wednesday walked briskly, feeling the cold biting at her cheeks, she wondered why they brought an uncomfortable weight to her chest.

She found you under what once was a dense tree, your shoulder was leaning against its trunk; there was a boy next to you, tall and lanky and doing a poor job of being subtle with the way he leaned closer to you. Wednesday's face scrunched slightly, as if she tasted something sour; she needed your attention much more urgently than he did, surely you'd ditch him as soon as she makes her presence known right?

You were engrossed in meaningless conversation when Wednesday reached you, so much so that she had to tap your shoulder; causing you to turn toward her mid-sentence, your lips hanging half open.

The raven-haired girl did nothing but raise a brow, and after a beat of looking into her eyes, you turned your back to her again. Such a bold move of yours.

"Um, so Andrew," you clasped your hands together, smiling at him, "I'll meet up with you later, okay?"

"Sure thing," the boy raised a hand to your shoulder, squeezing softly, "see you then."

His gaze met with Wednesday's as he walked past her, and truthfully, he should be grateful that her eyes don't have the power to kill.

"Good morning, Addams." Your voice urged her dark orbs back to you, who was grinning, watching her intently. "You're quite early today," you told her then.

Wednesday breathed out through her nose, focusing on you with a blink; "you and I need to-" but her words faded, because her mind caught up with the fact that she wasn't feeling anything.

There was nothing. The mark on her wrist that she loathes so much; it didn't burn, didn't sting, didn't even tickle.

She had grown almost used to it, learning to expect it whenever you were close. Not having it, felt like someone ripped away a part of her soul, like there was this grip slowly tightening around the organ that pumps her blood.

It was all kinds of wrong because she shouldn't miss something she doesn't need.

Wednesday felt utterly pathetic, because her body was stuck not feeling things and you were looking at her with slightly raised eyebrows, silently asking her to elaborate.

"-Get to class, we're way too far and I'm not arriving late because of you," she finally snapped, turning away from you briskly.

So it's not you after all, but she was so sure.

And there's absolutely nothing more infuriating than being wrong.

You didn't mention how the class wouldn't start for another forty minutes so neither did Wednesday, she just walked, hearing your steps trailing behind her.

Wednesday was troubled, that much you could tell right away. She had that frown on her eyebrows and lips, the same one you saw once when she'd hit a dead end on her novel.

Oh, how you wanted to be able to take her hand and tell her that it's over, that there's no need to worry anymore.

Wednesday wallowed in her self-pity and rage during most of the class, plucking her pen into her notebook until there was a hole in the pages.

Her foul mood came off of her in waves. You could feel it as you sat beside her, the tension was almost palpable and it was making you anxious.

"What's bothering you so much?" You tried asking, your hands clutching at the fabric of your hoodie when you hugged yourself, partly to chase away the cold, partly for comfort.

For a long minute, the raven-haired girl remained quiet, with her nails tapping her pen rhythmically. She wasn't looking at you and you almost thought she wasn't going to answer at all.

"I'm not-" Wednesday cut herself off with a huff, her lips tight. How can she tell you without actually telling you?

Slowly, her gaze found yours — the teacher up front eagerly talking about elixirs was long forgotten — and the thing about you that set her at ease was still there. Wednesday still couldn't tell what it was exactly, it just… happened.

This time, she didn't fight it.

"I was feeling something for a while," she admitted, quieter than she meant to, "and now, it appears that I'm not anymore."

Dark as Wednesday's eyes might be, you could see them shine; it took everything in you to prevent them from breaking you.

"I don't know how to feel about it," Wednesday finished, her jaw set painfully tight as she looked away from you.

———

Soft. The new soil was soft. A little cold and damp, but still soft.

It shifted between your fingers, little specks of dirt clinging to your skin as you spread it over the flowerbed of the quad.

Most students were out for their club activities; you and Enid managed to get this period free to start working on your little renovation project. It was nice to see the quad so quiet and calm, you were almost able to completely ease your mind.

"I can't wait to see the end result," Enid animatedly told you, carefully picking up one of the seedlings you had gathered from the greenhouse, "they're gonna look so pretty when the fountain is working again."

You chuckled, taking the little white flower she gave you, "I hope so. It'll look better than it does now, that's for sure." You placed down the flower, adjusting it carefully before covering the fragile roots with a thin layer of dirt.

First one done, many more to go. And you were still considering that new tree.

You took a small sunflower next — the one Enid chose — its petals were a little dry, so before placing it down on the soil, you held it between both your hands with care and allowed a little more life to flow into it.

"This is always so cool," Enid said lowly, her eyes glinting as she watched the yellow petals take on a brighter tone.

"I guess it is." You gently placed the flower on its new home with a faint smile.

Enid pushed your shoulder lightly, "stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"Dismiss your abilities."

You grinned at the way Enid was frowning at you; "I'm not dismissing," you shrugged, "they just don't have much use other than making flowerbeds."

The werewolf raised an eyebrow at you, successfully ruining her pristine uniform as she sat down on the dirt, "that's not true, I could think of a thousand things to do if I controlled every plant I see."

Following suit, you sat down beside her, your knee brushing hers. "You know, when I was younger, I used to make these little soldiers out of branches and sticks, usually tying them together with vines and stuff like that," you told her, smiling at the memory of a younger you conquering the woods, "I'd make them move around, sometimes fight each other, or just walk with me. Pretend they were alive."

"I'd love to see that one day," Enid responds kindly.

For a moment you let yourself enjoy the feeling of having a real friend who likes you for you, it's nice, you'll keep her forever if she lets you. Yet your mind was still elsewhere, drowning in the image of dark eyes staring at you, lost in a way you'd never seen them before, and it was your fault.

"Enid," you called quietly, "have you ever done something that felt right at the time…" you're fidgeting with your hands, restless, "but then after a while… it doesn't anymore?"

She hums, considering your words, "I think so, but in the end, it always works out if you follow your heart."

Well, then I'm screwed. You thought to yourself.

"Why? Did something happen?" Enid asked worriedly, tilting her head to try and catch a glimpse of your eyes.

"No, I-" you pause, biting the inside of your cheek, "I did something, and I'm not sure if it was a mistake or not anymore."

"Did it make you happy? This thing that you did?"

"I don't think happy is the word that I'd use."

Enid was silent for a beat, then she asked; "can you fix it?"

Your eyes became unfocused, your mind drifting as the words just fell, like droplets of blood from a fresh wound; "I don't know how, or if she'd ever want me to."

———

Apparently, you had ruined glass walls and flower perfumes for Wednesday. Because you didn't show up for botany today, and she had a hard time concentrating.

It's unsettling that everything that you've been forcing her to feel, was still there, and it caused her to dive into some light obsessive research last night.

Wednesday had taken Enid's computer and dug up every last bit of information about soulmates she could find online — which honestly, was an overwhelming amount — ranging from how it works, if it can suddenly stop even if you haven't touched, and all the way to conspiracy theories about why it exists.

It was driving her a little mad that she didn't have all cards on the table, she hated the feeling of having missing facts. Her gut was telling her that it was you — as much as she doesn't want it to be — yet reason was telling her that it couldn't be.

Why does she care so much anyway?

The class ended and you were still nowhere to be seen. Wednesday was now walking through Nevermore's hallways, her destination being the library. Maybe the books could answer the questions that the internet was incapable of.

Wednesday let out an indignant scoff at the thought. Why wasn't that her first option?

The ominous library seemed empty, as it was most of the time. Bookshelves standing tall, creating dark corners and allowing only little bits of sunlight to seep through, and the weak table lamps being the only other source of light. She could spend hours here.

Wednesday walked from one shelf to another, her fingertips collecting dust from each book she took. Some of them were old, the pages fragile and already with a brown shade to them; yet none had the answers she wanted.

Maybe the problem was that she didn't know what exactly were her questions in the first place.

The sun was nearly setting when she grew bored of hitting dead ends, a deep golden glow was bathing the dark wooden floors and her shadow was moving with it as she walked.

Though when she rounded a corner, Wednesday abruptly stopped, her boots scratching the wood.

You sat on top of one of the library tables, the only one that was placed in front of a window. Your knees were crossed and you had a book in your hands, the words on it being illuminated by the slowly fading sunlight behind you.

Wednesday couldn't help but be enamored with shades of golden at that moment.

Whatever it was you did to her, was still there too, because she found herself walking closer. You felt her presence, your head snapped up to look at her after she took the second step.

"Wednesday," you said her name in nothing but a breath.

She walked until her fingertips were grazing the edge of your table, her expression unreadable, "where have you been all day?"

You gulped, the grip you had on your book tightening. "I was busy."

"Not what I asked," Wednesday said plainly.

It wasn't easy for you to be around her, your heart needed a break, so you took one. You curled in on yourself a little, "why do you want to know?"

Because for some unfathomable reason, your absence seems to bother me.

That's not what Wednesday said, but maybe she should have.

You sighed, lazily placing your book aside and getting down from the table. "I went to town to pick up a few flower seeds we didn't have in the greenhouse, no big deal."

Wednesday nodded softly, "you could've told me."

Your lips parted but no words came out, you didn't know what you could possibly answer to that. Where was this coming from?

"I'm sorry?" You stumble out, more like a question than anything else, "I didn't know you wanted to know that."

Wednesday blinked a couple of times. You were right, why would she want to know that? What was happening to her?

She shook her head, as if these feelings were nothing but a fog that would easily dissipate. Slowly, she took the rest of the steps necessary to close the distance between you, her eyes focused on the book you'd been holding.

"What are you reading?" She asked.

Your heart rate picked up its pace, you could hear it if you focused hard enough; all because you were trapped between Wednesday and the big window behind you. She's killing you slowly, her soul was too well entangled with yours for you to ever be free of this sweet torture.

You had to think quite hard about the answer because breathing isn't your brain's top priority right now and it's making you lightheaded.

"It's uh- The Diary of Jack the Ripper," you paused, tongue running over your bottom lip and you didn't even notice that Wednesday's gaze followed the motion, "it's interesting, kind of."

The last rays of sun are reflecting on Wednesday's dark eyes. She's close, so close that you can count every freckle, every speck of her lipstick.

You're unaware that she's thinking the same.

She's thinking about the way the golden light is framing the outlines of your jaw, about how your eyes can't seem to pick a spot on her face to focus on, about how your unsteady breathing is fanning over her lips but you still feel too far away.

Wednesday clenched her jaw in frustration, her eyes sharp as she put a step of distance between you, "I don't believe it," she breathed.

A deep frown settled on your face, "that I'm reading his book?"

"That it's not you," her words came out tight and low, as if it hurt her to say them. They sent a shiver down your spine.

Before you could even think about an answer, Wednesday grabbed your arm, her fingers closing around your wrist in a nearly bruising grip.

Your heartbeat faltered the same way hers did, the feeling of her skin against yours instantly blurred your vision with tears. All the feelings you've been trying to bottle up since you touched her for the first time were starting to spill over.

Wednesday harshly turned your wrist so your palm was up. She raised your sleeve, and time stood still for a second.

There, right on the pulse point of your wrist, laid a faint mark, just a few shades darker than your skin tone. If you looked closely, or in this case, not that closely, you could say its shape resembled a scorpion.

Wednesday didn't let go of you, but she averted her gaze. Her lips parted with ragged breaths, the lower one trembling against her will.

You could feel fresh tears making their way down your cheeks and dripping from your chin, Wednesday only looked back at you when one of them landed on her thumb.

"You knew," she growled quietly. With her free hand, she raised her own sleeve to show a mark identical to yours, "you knew and you didn't tell me." She raised her voice then, her midnight eyes boring into yours and making you flinch.

For a while, you thought you knew pain, but nothing could compare to this. "I thought I'd spare you from the inconvenience." With that, you forcefully pulled your arm away from her hold as if she burned you.

For a moment, the action dulled Wednesday's anger for being kept in the dark about something this… important? And she finally noticed your tear-stained cheeks.

Too late, because she couldn't get a word in before you were pushing past her, your shoulder bumping into hers as you ran away from the library, away from her.

Wednesday was frozen to the floorboards, her eyes fixed on the spot you'd just been. She's feeling an ocean of emotions; they're nauseating, raising bile to her throat, so many things at once but what she expected — wanted — to feel, wasn't there, she didn't hate you.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Read ch 5 here

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[cicimunson]

How Steve Got His Groove Back Part 2

Anonymous asked: Could there be a part two to how Steve got his groove back??🙃like what happens after they have their movie night.

I didn't originally plan on making a part 2 but I had a few people ask so here it is. Read Part 1 here.

Story Summary: Season 3 Steve has lost his mojo, but with a little help from you, he might get it back.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem! Plus Size! Reader

Warnings: Vaginal sex, fingering, mild spanking, talk of birth control, mommy kink, squirting, oral sex, overstimulated reader, multiple orgasms. Reader protests a bit after she's overstimulated but doesn't want Steve to stop, idk if that's triggering but heads up just in case.

Word Count: 2k+ (Also I only proofread this once so I'm sorry for an typos)

You show up at Steve's around eight, feeling slightly nervous. You'd changed your clothes at least five times, finally deciding to dress casual in comfy sweats and an oversized t-shirt. It was just movie night after all, no need to look sexy. You did opt for a lacey pink bra and matching panties, just in case.

Why am I so nervous? We've already fucked once. We're friends or whatever now, we're cool. I need to chill out.

Steve opens the door and to your surprise, pulls you in for a hug. His hands linger on your back for a few seconds, and he looks disappointed when you finally step out of his arms.

"Hi."

"Uh, hi."

The two of you make eye contact and look away blushing, you glancing down at the floor, Steve glancing at the ceiling.

He chuckles. "You feeling as awkward as I am?"

"What gave me away?"

"The fact that you can't look at me."

"You can't look at me, either." You retort.

He reaches out and cups your chin, turning your face up to his. "I'm always looking at you, how could I not be?"

He is? Since when?

Your mouth goes dry. You lick your lips and Steve's eyes widen. "Don't do that."

"Why not?"

"Cause I start thinking about how pretty your mouth would look wrapped around my cock."

His words make your thighs clench.

Fuck, I want him so bad.

"We aren't watching a movie, are we?" You ask, already knowing the answer.

"Fuck the movie." He replies huskily, and then his lips are on yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck and return his kiss eagerly, parting your lips for his tongue. He groans and his hands slide down to cup your ass, pulling you tighter against him.

"Fuck, been thinking about you all day. The past few days, actually. I can't get you out of my head." He confesses. "I think you cast some kind of spell on me."

"I'm sure you think about lots of girls, especially since you got your mojo back." You tease.

He shakes his head. "I'm serious. I cannot stop thinking about you."

God, he's so cute.

"That's really sweet."

Steve chuckles and tugs on your hair, tipping your head back. "Oh trust me, none of my thoughts have been sweet."

He bites down on your neck, tracing his tongue over a faded hickey from your first encounter. "I need to mark you up every day." He murmurs.

"I wouldn't mind."

"Eager to please me, sweetheart?" He teases, tugging at your shirt.

"You wish." You retort playfully, swatting his hands away to take off your top.

His eyes light up when he sees your bra. "Oh, baby." He murmurs breathlessly. "Fucking perfect."

You blush and start to wrap your arms around your midsection. Steve tugs them away and drops to his knees, pressing kisses to your belly.

You soften, hell, you almost melt. Most guys you hooked up with didn't even bother taking your shirt off, and the ones that did certainly never kissed your stomach.

Steve tugs down your sweats and kisses your pussy through your panties. He glances up and sees that you're lost in thought.

He scowls and bites your thigh. You yelp and tug on his hair, making him groan.

He bites again and you lightly slap him.

"Fuck, mommy, again." He pants.

Mommy? That's kinda hot.

You slap him once more and his expression changes. He growls low in his throat and stands up, pinning your wrists to the wall above your head. You moan as he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard.

He bites your neck next, and then the top of your tits and then down your belly once more, keeping your wrists in an iron grip but lowering them to your sides as he moves downward.

When he bites your mound you squeal and try to pull away from him. He jerks you from the wall and turns you, landing a loud slap on your asscheek.

"Behave." He hisses through clenched teeth.

"Mind your mommy." You retort.

He lands another smack before standing back up and tugging you into the living room.

He bends you over the couch and spanks you until you're whimpering and squirming, your skin red hot and aching.

He yanks down your panties and you hear him spit, no doubt lubing himself up. He starts to push inside you.

"Wait, wait." You turn and put a hand on his chest. "Do you have a condom?"

He looks puzzled. "Uh, yeah, upstairs. I thought you were on the pill."

Shit, how do I put this delicately?

"I don't know who you've fucked the past few days. Before you'd been in a dry spell and said you were clean. That might not be the case anymore."

Wow, so much for delicate. I'm an idiot.

He chuckles. "You think I fucked around and caught something?"

"I'm not judging. Or trying to pry into your, um, your sexual activities. Just wanna be safe."

"I haven't fucked anyone. Not since you, I mean."

You can't keep your surprise off your face. "Why not? That was kind of the whole point of us hooking up."

"I don't know. I haven't wanted to." He shrugs.

"But you want me?"

"So, so, fucking badly." He admits, pulling you close.

"Hmm." Is all you can manage.

"We done talking? Cause I could have already had my tongue in your pussy by now."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm done."

Steve leads you upstairs and into his room, shoving you on the bed. He winks and snatches your panties down before shoving your thighs apart and licking a broad stripe up your slit.

It takes him mere seconds to find your clit, sucking it between his lips as he slips a finger inside you. Your hips arch and you moan loudly, reaching down to fist his hair.

"Fuck, I can't get enough of the way you taste." He mumbles.

"Less talking, more tasting then." You grip his hair tighter.

He groans. "Yes, mommy."

You whimper as he adds another finger and sucks your clit harder.

"I'm already so close." You groan. "Fuck, you're so good at this."

Your praise seems to spur him onward.

Oh I could have fun with this.

"Oh Steve, yes. Such a good boy for me."

His teeth graze your clit, a subtle warning.

"Mmm, that's right Stevie, make mommy cum."

His other hand lands on your belly, pushing downward as he keeps licking and fingering.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Mommy's gonna cum for her good boy."

"Oh fuck, I'm your good boy?" He whines. "I'm being so good for mommy, aren't I?"

You cry out his name as your orgasm hits you, arching up off the bed and rubbing your pussy frantically against his face.

Steve uses his free arm to grab your hip, shoving you back into the mattress. He sucks your clit vigorously, his fingers curling to find that sweet spot inside you.

"Steve, fuck! I'm gonna cum again!" You cry out, pushing at his shoulders. He doesn't stop, swatting your hands away as he shakes his head back and forth, overstimulating your sensitive clit.

You practically scream as you cum again. Steve keeps you pinned to the bed and tilts his head back. You think he's going to stop but suddenly his tongue is in your hole and his fingers are rubbing your clit.

"Steve, Steve, no, I can't cum like this again."

His tongue laps greedily at your pussy, his finger pressing your clit just right.

Your third orgasm hits you with such intensity you see spots in your vision. You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest.

"Steve, oh God, oh fuck!"

You feel a gush of fluids between your legs.

Oh fuck I'm squirting!

Steve gasps.

You flinch, waiting for him to pull away. You'd only squirted one time before and the guy thought you were peeing and got grossed out.

Steve looks up at you and grins. "Baby, all this for me? For me?"

You manage to nod.

He drops his head back between your legs and you wince as his tongue dips back into your cunt. He moans and closes his eyes, licking you gently.

"Fuck, this is amazing. You taste so fucking good, mommy."

You whimper.

"Poor mommy, she came so much. Such a slutty little thing."

"Steve, Jesus."

"I was gonna make you suck my cock so I'd be all nice and lubed up for you, but now I don't think I need to." He guides his cock inside you, burying himself to the hilt.

"Fuck!" You whine, feeling the sting of him stretching you out. "You're so big."

"And you're so tight and warm. Fucking heaven wrapping around my cock like this."

He tugs on your thighs, wrapping his legs around his waist. You shake your head and unwrap them.

"I don't wanna hurt you." You explain when he looks confused.

"Fuck, mommy, please? Want to feel those thighs squeezing me. Fucking obsessed with these sexy thighs of yours."

You hesitate but wrap your legs around him again.

"That's it mommy, so good to me."

Steve starts moving his hips, groaning as you clench around him. "You feel incredible."

"So do you." You gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop."

"Never, fuck, wanna do this every day, wanna be inside you all the time, such a good mommy, so goddamn good." He rambles, burying his face in your tits as he starts to slam into you.

You rock your hips against his, matching his thrusts. Steve licks and bites your nipples, sucking hard on the peaks.

"Steve…fuck…Steve." You groan. "You're so good at this."

"Am I being a good boy for you, mommy?"

"Such a good boy, oh fuck!" You cry out as he hits that sweet spot that's gonna send you over the edge.

"Cum for me, then. Soak me again. Fuck, mommy, soak my cock."

You feel your muscles contract and tighten. Steve rocks back on his calves, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit.

"Steve, fuck, it hurts!" You yelp as he makes contact with your sensitive nub. You grab his wrist but make no effort to pull his hand away, knowing this next orgasm is going to wreck you.

"You got this baby, you can do it again, come on, cum for me." He urges. "Show me what good boy I am."

You scream his name as you cum. Your hands flail out desperately, landing on his ass as you pull him deeper. Tears spring to your eyes and you let out a wail as you squirt again.

"Fuck!" Steve empties himself into you, shooting ropes of hot cum deep inside you.

He slumps forward and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, still pumping your hips as your orgasm fades.

He slips out of you gently. "You okay?"

"I'm good. You?"

He chuckles and kisses your chin. "I'm fucking fantastic."

The two of you lay together a little longer.

Steve climbs off the bed. "I think we could both use a shower."

You giggle. "Lead the way."

Steve starts the water and helps you into the tub. You soap each other's bodies, hands gentle and lingering. When he slips his fingers between your legs you wince.

"Was I too rough?" He asks, looking worried.

"No, not at all. It's just sensitive." You reassure him.

"I've been told I can kind of overdo it, you know, the going down on girls thing." He looks embarrassed.

"I didn't mind, trust me." You pull him down for a kiss.

Steve sighs contentedly. "I meant what I said earlier. I cannot get you out of my head."

"I'm the same way." You admit. "I keep thinking about you."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I do."

He smiles. "I think we should date."

"Date?"

"Yeah. So basically it's this, but I take you to dinner and a movie before I rock your world." He quips.

"I'd like that."

He grins and kisses you, pushing you up against the shower wall.

"Does mommy think she can handle another round?"

@neewtmas @harrystylesandthegoobs @cancankiki @cal-is-not-on-branding

[666writingcafe]

A Surprise Visit

Author's Note: This is the official start of my season three rewrite. To quickly recap how I ended season two, MC basically convinces Solomon to live with them in their home instead of the two of them going their separate ways. That's number one. Number two is I'm axing the whole babysitter gig setup, because I feel like it's a bit unnecessary (and weird).

So, without further ado, the first part of lesson 41 is under the cut.

MC

Solomon looks over my shoulder and examines the potion I prepared in the cauldron.

"Nicely done," he remarks. "Just the right shade of blue."

"Thanks," I reply, quickly glancing up at him.

"You know, you've done a nice job keeping up with everything I've taught you. You're certainly one of my better apprentices." I chuckle.

"I mean, I would like to not destroy my home."

"Or any surrounding ones." I turn my full attention to him, confused as to why he would say that. He merely shrugs as he adds,

"It's happened before."

"I see." Should I be worried?

"Anyway, you almost have the fundamentals down. Pretty soon, you'll be able to get your Sorcerer's License, and I can begin teaching you summoning magic."

"I'm sure the brothers would appreciate that."

"Oh, probably. They like you alright." His smirk indicates that he wants to start bantering with me. He does it on a daily basis, and I've gotten pretty good at coming up with good responses on the fly.

Suddenly, someone knocks on my door.

"I'll get it," Solomon states, patting me on the shoulder and kissing me on the temple before leaving the room. I take the opportunity to begin pouring my potion--a serum that causes people to change size--into the bottles Solomon set up in front of me.

Just as I finish filling the first bottle, Solomon returns.

"It would seem as though the brothers got tired of waiting," he tells me.

"What do you mean?" I ask, setting the cauldron down.

"Surprise!" Asmo pops his head in the room and waves excitedly at me.

At least, I think it's Asmo. His hair's a lot longer than usual, and his choice of makeup makes him look rather feminine.

As he steps into full view and reveals his outfit--a spaghetti tanktop, a denim miniskirt that barely covers his crotch, and strappy high heels--I realize that he's in drag. And it looks good.

Has he done this before?

"You alright, MC?" Solomon asks, walking over and touching my shoulder.

"I'm sure they are," Asmo answers before I can open my mouth. "They're just in awe of my beauty."

"Just the same as always," Solomon quips, causing Asmo to stick his tongue out at him.

"What are you doing here?" The question comes out a lot more quietly than I was expecting. Maybe it's because I can't stop staring at Asmo. For once, he's right; I am in awe.

"Here in your home, or here in the human world?"

"B-Both, I guess." Asmo clasps his hands together.

"Well, after you left, Diavolo started making plans for us to come visit you in the human world. He and Lucifer bought a property nearby, and we've been working on making it our own for a few months. We just finished last week." He briefly pauses. "I've actually been sent to pick you up and take you over there. That is, if that's alright with your teacher over there." He smiles at Solomon, who nods his head.

"I think we've reached a good stopping point for today," he replies, glancing over at me.

"Great! I'll help you pack." Huh?

"Asmo!" I call out before he can go too far.

"Yes, MC?" He bats his eyes at me, and I have to force myself to focus.

"As much as I appreciate the enthusiasm, I can't spend the night. I have to work tomorrow." Asmo stares at me blankly. "You know...the job that helps me pay my bills?"

"Oh right! You don't have to worry about that for a while." That can't mean what I think it means.

"Asmo...what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. It was all Diavolo." He didn't...

"MC isn't like you guys," Solomon pipes up. "They rely on their job to make ends meet. It's not like they can just leave at will." This makes Asmo widen his eyes.

"No, no, no! It's not like that at all!" he exclaims. "MC, you still have your job. Diavolo just arranged for you to be on vacation until we returned to the Devildom." He walks over and clasps my hands. "I am so sorry for worrying you like that, MC." I sigh.

"That only covers part of it. What about--"

"Check your bank account."

"What?"

"I got it," Solomon states, leaving the room and returning with my laptop. Once he pulls up my online account, he shows the screen to me, revealing...

"Is that four zeros?"

"It appears so, yes." He clicks on the checking account to view transaction details. "It looks like Diavolo's been transferring money to your account. At least, I assume that's who 'David Prince' is." Asmo nods his head.

"We thought it best to adopt human alias while we were here." Well, that explains the drag. "I decided to go with Azzy."

"The name suits you," I tell him, still staring at the screen.

I can't believe that Diavolo went out of his way to do something like this for me. It's not like I've ever expected him to provide for me or anything.

"So, am I good to start packing?" Asmo asks.

"Sure." I make sure to follow him as he enters my room. If I leave him unsupervised, there's no telling what he'd do in there.

[feined4]

May you please write a Yoko x Fem!reader who’s really shy and easily flustered? Preferably pre-relationship if possible. Thanks so much!

Over the moon

Yoko Tanaka x fem!reader

Summary: A day with your new girlfriend, Yoko Tanaka.

Warning: fluff I suppose

A/N: Yoko is so underrated, also not proofread

Word count: 1k+

-

Yoko had just asked you to be her girlfriend a week ago. It has been pure bliss since then. It seems like no matter what yoko does you always fall for her more. You're sure the overwhelming butterflies you feel in your stomach whenever she holds you will never go away.

You were bored out of your mind in class. Luckily for you your girlfriend is in the same class and is sitting right next to you. You looked over to Yoko who was focusing on the teacher. Admiring her dark hair all the way to her dark red lips and the way her fangs would show from time to time. Yoko had caught you staring from the corner of her vision.

She couldn't help the smirk that was tugging on her lips. She really finds you adorable when she catches you staring. This wasn't the first time she had caught you staring. This certainly won't be the last. She finally gave in and turned to look straight back at you with a full smirk. Your eyes widen feeling the surprised feeling when you got caught.

"How many times am I gonna catch you staring?"

Her whispered voice reached your ear making you look down in embarrassment. She let out a breathy chuckle before placing her hand over yours. You sighed, you're sure you'll never get over how charming Yoko is.

Now you were walking down the hallway with Yoko's hand intertwined with yours. You were listening to the stories she has about Bianca and how she could bug her from time to time.

"I mean I get that she needed help, but I had other things to do you know?"

She explained, you hummed in agreement. "Bianca can be bossy sometimes." You commented and Yoko nodded her head. "exactly," she halted her steps causing you to stop as well. You looked at her in confusion, "Is something wrong?" She simply shook her head. "Nope, my next class is down the hall." She pointed behind her, "oh right, I'll see you later then." You tried to remove your hand from hers but she held you tighter.

"How about we go to the Weathervane today? Since we were able to go a few days ago."

That was true. The plan was cancelled since something had came up in your end. You smiled at Yoko, "Sure, I have nothing to do after school." It was her turn to smile. "Great, I'll see you after school then." She gave you a quick peck on your lips before waving you goodbye. You felt your face heat up while watching Yoko leave. You had this dumb smile you were sure people thought you were weird. Honestly you felt like some teenager that just fell in love.

Except you were the teenager.

Unfortunately for you you didn't hear the quick footsteps of Enid coming your way. You almost lost your balance when Enid's arm wrapped around your neck. "Hey Y/N!" You heard Enid's bubbly voice while gaining your balance. "Oh hey Enid, what's up?" You asked heading to your class. You and Enid have the same class so you two often go at the same time. "Just the usual, hanging with Wednesday and all." She looked over to you and it seemed you weren't listening. Instead looking forward with a slight smile. You were daydreaming.

You heard the blonde groan. "Y/N I get that you're like daydreaming about that vampire girlfriend of yours, but c'mon, listen to me please!" She complained making you feel a bit flustered. Was it that obvious? Did everyone know you were over the moon for Yoko? "Sorry Enid, what were you saying?" She rambled on until you reached class. It's safe to say you didn't listen to a single word Enid said.

You were getting impatient. It seemed time slowed down as soon as it was your last class. You dying to go to that date with Yoko. Your leg bounced under the table while your eyes were fixed on the clock on the wall. It took longer than you were willing to wait but classes were finally over. You were the first one out of your seat quickly leaving your class trying to find Yoko. You finally caught her hanging around with her friends. You walked to her, "Hey." Your quiet voice brought Yoko's entire attention to you.

"Hey Y/N/N," her hand was quick to hold yours making her friends giggle at how cute you both look. "I'll talk to you guys later, see ya!" Yoko lead you away from her friends but you couldn't help the tingling feeling in your stomach hearing the cheers of Yoko's friends.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do Yoko!"

"Have fun you two!"

-

The Weathervane truly is a nice place to relax. And to have a date. You were drinking your favorite coffee while Yoko had her own drink. Sipping on your coffee Yoko watched the tiny habits she noticed about you. "you're really cute you know?" The sudden compliment made you shy away. You had that dumb smile once again. "Thanks." She only giggled, if she had to write a list on what she likes about you, the first thing on the list would be how easily you get flustered.

The day went on with endless amounts of holding hands and hugs. And the sweet kisses she gave you. You were laughing while holding a bag of things you bought. With your arm wrapped around Yoko's. It was time to head back to Nevermore since it was getting late.

"I enjoyed today."

The whisper of your voice was music to Yoko's ears. "Me too, it was really fun." Her voice was soft, you always liked it when it was like that. Finally reaching your dorm you stood at the entrance with Yoko standing outside. "I'll see you tomorrow then." She told you, you only nodded. "Yeah, goodnight Yoko." Yoko leaned in to give a kiss you were always dying for. She rested her head on yours for a moment. "Goodnight Y/N/N." You watched as she went back to her own dorm.

Yoko truly is the girl of your dreams.

[sagau-my-beloved]

Just a late night drabble

-

Well, here you were again, faced with the sight of your lover clinging desperately to your arm at the local tavern, babbling incoherently what you could make out to be a mixture of pet names and pleas.

"Please, please please love me." Venti was practically slurring his words now, falling into you as you hastily looked around at all the people trying to catch glances at the scene. You almost felt the need to glare, surely this particular Bard being incredibly drunk wasn't an unusual sight here.

"Venti, I do love you, ok, now can we go home?"

He looked up at you, eyes wide and full of tears, trying hard to hold back obvious sobs. It was certainly a rare sight.

"Hey! Hey hey, it's ok, you're ok, no need to cry!" You were becoming increasingly alarmed with his out of sorts behavior, trying to brush off some of the stray tears as he went on babbling in that same slurred manner.

"You can't, you can't get rid of me, I'm too useful you know..."

The way he said it, as if it was a matter of fact thing, a casual reminder thrown to quell certain unrest.

He then stopped a moment, expression morphing into one of intense thought, as if he was pondering the weight of his own words. It didn't seem as though he reached a satisfying conclusion, as fresh tears clouded his vision almost instantly.

"Venti—"

"I'm not useful enough to you, I'm a god but that's not worth anything if I can't use it to help you."

You took a quick glance around the room at his words, thankful to find that most of the other patrons eyes had wandered back to their own drinks.

"You can't just say that stuff in public." You scolded with a harsh whisper, causing Venti's eyes to widen, as if he only just noticed there was more people in the tavern than just the two of you.

You were starting to piece together where this might have stemmed from, and your tendency to take on a lot of other people's problems without even considering asking him for help might just have been the cause.

Letting out a quick sigh, you quickly grabbed your drunk lovers hand and pulled him to the upper floor of the bar, away from prying ears. Venti practically fell on top of you after stumbling to a secluded table in the corner, he didn't seem particularly discontent with the position and opted to stay there, choosing to rest his head on your shoulder as you tentatively tried to provide touches of comfort.

"Listen," he immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, looking up at you as if he was hanging on to every word, "You are useful, but I would like you even if you weren't."

The words didn't seem to come out exactly how you intended them to, but it was better than saying nothing.

He seemed to contemplate them for a moment.

"Rely on me, please rely on me I need you to." It was more akin to a desperate plea than an actual request, spoken as if he couldn't take another breath without knowing that you would.

Your silence didn't spark confidence, "I promise I can take it, whatever it is, I'd take it a thousand times for you."

You could practically feel his breath against your neck as he mumbled the last line, causing you to shiver.

This had been bugging Venti for awhile, every time you asked another friend of yours to help you out with a commission, every time you came back home stressed or tired or god forbid injured, every time you refused to go into detail about exactly how your day was spent, skirted around his persistent questions on how you were doing mentally.

Did you simply not trust him? Did it have to do with the fact he didn't appear strong enough to take on whatever burdens you bore? He would prove his strength to you, his dedication, if only you asked him to.

"I'm worthless if I can't be useful to the one person I care about."

You stiffened slightly at the implications behind that, your grip loosening to push him back so that you could see eye to eye.

"Don't speak like that, you have worth outside of me and I certainly can't be the only person you care about."

That's what you wanted to tell yourself at least, but his expression of hazy confusion mixed with the smile of someone telling a well kept secret caused only doubt to bloom.

"I love you more than all of Teyvat, no all the stars and life in the entire universe. I love you more than every single living thing combined." He continued rambling on for a few minutes, listing off things bigger and smaller than the next, slurring almost every word.

"I would do anything for you," Venti sighed out when he realized you were no longer paying attention, "Please, let me do anything for you."

You knew that this had the possibility of leading in to a rather serious conversation, one that wouldn't exactly prove to be beneficial if he didn't remember it the next morning. So you simply responded with a hum of acknowledgement, mentally filing it away for a later date.

Of course Venti interpreted that hum as dismissive, taking it as yet another sign of your refusal to share any part of your internal world with him.

He chose to let out a whine, collapsing back on top of you, mentally begging you to say anything at all.

The odds didn't seem to be particularly in his favor as silence continued to linger.

"I'll do anything you want, anything at all, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

You knew that, you knew it and you didn't want to take advantage of it, of him. Wouldn't it be kind of excessive to bring a god along on a simple hilichurl camp clean out commission? It almost felt insulting, like a waste of his talents or status.

You mulled over that line of thought for a little bit, unable to keep it fully off your face.

Venti picked up on it.

"Tell me what you're thinking, please."

You hesitated moment with your words, trying to find the easiest non-offensive way to say you didn't want to use him because you felt you weren't his equal.

"Those commissions would bore you, it would just prove to be a waste of time."

Venti, even in his incredibly non-sober state, managed to read between lines.

"Do you feel guilty asking me for help?"

The softness of his tone combined with the bluntness of the statement itself caused you to tense up slightly, that was answer enough.

"My beloved," it was whispered this time, softly as he wrapped his arms around your neck, resting his head just above your collarbone, "I want to dedicate all of myself fully to you, you don't have to reserve calling on my help for world saving situations only, the rest of the world doesn't even matter when compared to you anyways."

You felt your body heat up at the words, and you could absolutely feel the lopsided grin that formed on his face in response.

A minute passed, and then another, followed by a few more, all without a single word spoken between the two of you. How could you even begin to respond to that?

It was around the seventh or eighth minute mark in which a sound was actually made, and it was none other than Venti snoring.

Ah.

He fell asleep...

Well, it looked as if this would be yet another night in which you carried him home from the Tavern, another night where the words spoken between the two of you wouldn't be remembered in the morning, or at least that's what you assumed.

This particular time, however, you would find yourself to be mistaken, as a particular Archon made sure every single word you spoke was committed to memory.

And when the morning came, maybe it was finally high time said Archon found out exactly who made it so that you felt you couldn't rely on him, the person who made the mistake of making you feel inferior.

Venti had a few choice words set aside for just this occasion, and it really would be a shame to waste them.

[godsandmonsters505]

The Blackest Day | Javier Peña

Javier Peña (Narcos) x fem!reader - no use of y/n

Summary: one last goodbye before Peña leaves Colombia for good. Inspired by "The Blackest Day" by Lana Del Rey because Javier is a walking Lana song.

Warnings (18+): smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), rough sex.

Note: this is not particularly important when reading but the reader is a Colombian journalist. So while all dialogue is in English to make things easier, they converse in Spanish/Spanglish in my mind (FYI).

Contains content suitable only for those above 18 years of age. Minors, please do not continue!

"Don't wanna talk about the things to come."

"Looking for love in all the wrong places."

"Cause there's nothing for me to think about. Now that he's gone, I can't feel nothing."

"I'm on my own again."

"So that's it?" You ask, approaching Javier on the balcony of your hotel room. He's stood, looking out across the city of Bogotá, a cigarette in one hand, and the other rubbing his temples.

"Yeah." He nods. "That's it."

You weren't naïve and you certainly weren't stupid. You knew Peña's time in Colombia was coming to an end, after all you'd played a part in it by publishing the truth about the Colombian president. But some self-preserving part of you pushed that deep down. Maybe denial isn't the healthiest of coping mechanisms after all.

"You came to say goodbye." You meant it as a question, but it came out as a statement. A statement dowsed in hurt.

You'd come to grow quite fond of Javier's company in the months you'd known him. You respected him and - even though the two of you weren't "exclusive" - you couldn't help developing some feelings for him by being in a physical relationship with him. Even if it was just knowing that you weren't alone. And you're sure he felt a similar way, even if his feelings were just a fraction of yours for him.

"Something like that." He says, taking a drag of his cigarette.

You walk up behind him, placing your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his waist. The scent of his cologne and cigarettes is intoxicating.

You don't want him to go, but you don't have to say it. He knows. Regardless, you would never dream of saying such a thing. Laying your heart on the line.

"I've put my heart and soul into trying to bring these sons of bitches down." He signs. You can feel the tension in his shoulders. "Whenever I think we've got 'em, it turns out this shit runs deeper and deeper than I could have ever imagined."

"You did your best."

"You should take this as a win."

"You should be celebrating."

All sentiments that he has heard numerous times. You know that's not what he needs to hear. In fact, you understand that even if this was a victory against the Cali cartel, there is no reason to celebrate.

"It's time for you to go back home." It pains you, almost physically, to say. But you know it's true.

"I'm not sure I can." He says. This is his life now. Or at least it has been for the last God-knows-how-many years. He's not sure he knows how to leave it behind.

He puts his cigarette out and turns around to face you, your hands now holding onto the balcony so that he is trapped in your grip.

You don't say anything. You don't know what to say. You've never been any good at consoling people. Looking into his eyes you see his pain. How everything he's seen haunts him.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this shit." His eyeline flickers to the ground.

You give him a sad smile. A short, humourless chuckle. "I dragged myself into this shit. Taking down the fucking president, huh?"

"No," he says. "Not that." His eyes meet yours again, apologetically.

"What, then?" You ask. He doesn't answer and you try searching his eyes again. They seem to be his tell, after all.

His hands reach up to cup your face, stroking your cheeks gently. You get what he's saying. But you've never spoken about the "relationship" between you. Never acknowledged it. You spoke about business. You had sex. That was it.

"Us?" You ask quietly, afraid you're picking up on the wrong thing.

"It's not fair of me to dump all of this on you and then jet back to Texas." He frowns.

"Javier, don't worry about me. You don't need anything more to stress about." You scoff. "I'm fine. I'll be fine." Lies.

Javier's lips brush yours gently, and your heart flutters.

"This is it then?" You ask, knowing the answer. He doesn't have to respond.

He goes in for the kiss, passionately all of a sudden. His mouth crashing against yours. His hands wander down to your hips and grip you, pulling your body close to his, while your hands weave their way up into his thick locks of hair.

He starts walking, pushing you back inside and onto the bed. You fall back, his body pressing you into the mattress. Hungrily, he moves his kisses along your jawline and down your neck, grabbing your wrists and pinning them into the pillows beside your head.

"Javier," you moan as his tongue explores your body further, moving down to your clavicle. The fabric of your shirt blocks his destination, so he removes his hands from your wrists to practically rip your top off. He's met with your bra, which he removes in a swift movement before hungrily continuing to explore your body. He places gentle kisses on your breast then traces his tongue around your nipple, causing you to shudder.

"Javier," you say again, but this time with the intention of getting his attention. God, you wish he could do that to you all day, but you know how stressed he is and you want to do one of the few things you can to help.

He looks up at you, eyes wide, lips swollen, hair messy. You take the opportunity to switch positions, so that you're on top, and he complies. Straddling him, you feel his semi-hard cock press into your thigh, and try your hardest to keep your composure, grinding into it slightly and being rewarded with a gutteral moan.

You lean forward to press a kiss on Javi's lips before unbuttoning his shirt and discarding it onto the floor. You feel the tension leaving his body as you kiss his cheek, his neck, his shoulder blade, his chest, his stomach. You make sure to prolong it as long as you can, revelling in the way you're making him relax. Until you reach his waist.

Lifting yourself up, you unbuckle his belt and pull down both his pants and his boxers, pulling them off at his ankles with a little bit of his help. While you're at it, you remove your skirt, leaving him fully naked and you only in your panties.

He's practically rock solid by the time you reach his length. You place your fingers around him, stroking up and down painstakingly slow, until his hips are bucking up into your hand. Leaning back down, you place a soft kiss on his tip before trailing your tongue up and down, spreading his pre-cum.

You know what he needs, and don't want to leave him waiting any longer, so you take him into your mouth, going as far as you can.

"That's it, baby." He moans, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

You relax your jaw and open up your throat, taking him as far as possible and holding yourself there until you need to come up for breath, slowly lifting your head, but never fully removing his cock from your mouth. Your movements are slow, but sloppy, taking the time to trace your tongue along the veins in his cock. You love the way he writhes beneath you. How you have to hold his thighs in place. The gentle pants he lets out, your name on his tongue.

"Fuck, you're good at that," he practically whispers. The approval is all that is needed to send wetness flooding to your core.

Your movements speed up, testing the waters. You take note of how his body reacts to certain techniques and make an effort to repeat them.

"Baby, shit...stop," he pants and you look up at him, worried. "I need to fuck you." Relief floods over him. For a moment, you were scared he was having second thoughts. You release his cock from your mouth with an obscene 'pop', and crawl back up to straddle him again. He plants his hands on your hips and uses his firm grip to flip you under him, taking your lips against his.

The kiss is hot and heavy. It says more than a thousand words ever could. Everything you can't - won't - say to each other, is communicated.

His hands creep down your body, toying with the hem of your panties, but not for long. He pulls them down and you kick them off your ankles, spreading your legs slightly so that he has access you.

His fingers softly run over your clit and you can't help but whimper, somewhat pathetically. You're so desperate for him. He pushes one finger inside you, slowly followed by another, and he gasps when he feels how soaked you are for him. You impatiently wait for him to speed up his movements but he moves painstakingly slow, stretching you gently around his fingers.

You begin to beg and grind up into his touch. "Javier, please."

"Be patient, hermosa." He soothes. Normally you'd expect sarcasm or teasing, but this time he is being sincere with you.

He removes his fingers from you, leaving you temporarily empty. Though before you can complain, you feel his tip lining up at your entrance. Taking his time, he pushes inside you until he can't go any further.

You never get used to the stretch. He fits inside you so well.

He begins to move, and you let out a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. There's something different in the atmosphere as he thrusts in and out of you, kissing you sweetly.

You lift your legs up and wrap them around his back, wanting him deeper inside you. Wanting him closer. You want every single possible inch of skin to be touching his.

It feels intimate and emotional as he places one hand on your thigh to keep you pressed against him, and the other slips behind your neck to lift your body up closer to his. You both rock your hips, settling on a pace, not too fast but not too slow. You both need this to last as long as possible.

His moves are steady, and you can feel yourself coming closer to climax, even just from penetration. But he knows what you need, and removes the hand on your thigh to tease your clit. His thrusts remain the same, somewhat gentle, but his fingers are much more rough on your clit.

"Oh, Javier," you let out. "Fuck!"

"It's okay, baby," he whispers into your neck, his head buried in your hair. "Come on."

You feel that familiar sensation building up, about to reach it's climax. You're no longer aware of your surroundings, only your pleasure. Javier is whispering praises to you, but you can't focus on them. One thrust is all you need to send you toppling over the edge, crying out his name.

In your state of pure bliss, it starts to hit you. The reality of the situation. Your eyes swell with tears, you're not sure if it's from the pleasure or your despair. Either way, you bury your face into the crook of Javier's neck, not wanting him to see the tears that are now rolling down your face.

He fucks you through your orgasm, removing his fingers from your clit as to not overstimulate you. Once you've come down, all you can focus on is finding that high again. Finding anything that can stop you facing reality.

You begin to kiss Javier's neck, nibbling ever so slightly and he caresses your hair.

"I need more, Javi." You say, knowing that he wants to fuck you for as long as you can take.

He doesn't say anything, he simply starts his movements up again, relighting that fire deep in your loins.

"Fuck me hard," you whimper. He has every intention of doing that, but before he does, he gently grabs your cheek to pull your face away from his neck. His heart aches when he sees the tears on your face, and you try to avoid eye contact with him. You need him to fuck you roughly and take your mind off everything.

Gripping your jaw, he pushes your head back down on the pillow beneath you, pressing a sensitive kiss onto your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears.

Then, without warning, that's when he does what you ask. He begins to thrust in and out of you with all the power he has, and the cries that you let out are obscene.

"Javi.." you mumble, "Fuck, Ja-...oh please." You don't know what you're saying. Your mind isn't functioning, which is exactly what you wanted.

He places a hand around your throat, not choking you, but simply squeezing tight enough to keep you in place. His other hand sneaks around your waist, lifting you up to meet each and every one of his long, hard thrusts.

"Baby, fuck," he says as you gasp and moan beneath him.

He kisses you sloppily, needing to be physically connected to you in every way possible. You let him take charge as he pounds into you, and you thrust your hips up with every beat.

You quickly feel your orgasm building yet again as he finds a pace that works for the both of you.

"Harder," you mumble, quickly slipping into a moan as his fingers work back to your clit.

"There you go." He praises, as you clench around him with the contact to your clit.

The hand on your neck wanders down, grasping at your breasts almost desperately. The way he handles you is rough - painful - but in the best way possible. He rolls your nipple through his fingers, pinching, then goes back to squeezing and clawing at your flesh. All the while, your mind is growing fuzzier and fuzzier as you reach your peak.

"Javi, I'm-" you croak.

"I know, cariño," he soothes. "You're taking it so well."

You wrap your arms around his back, squeezing tightly and likely leaving nail marks on his back as he gives one last push, toppling you over the edge.

You call out his name like it's the only word you know. In that moment, it might as well be. He fully consumes you. He's all you know.

The next thing you know, he's pulling out and you feel his warmth spill all across your stomach and thighs. Such a small, meaningless thing makes you feel special. Like he's marking you.

You finally relax into the sheets, flopping your body weight down as Javier rolls next to you.

You eyelids flutter heavily as you feel sleep dawning on you, so you're grateful when Javier gets up to grab a cloth and clean you up. However, it's evident he's not done with you yet when he lays back down next to you and starts to softly trail his fingers across your skin, kissing your clavice.

"I want to memorise every detail of your body," he whispers into your ear and you whimper slightly. You're already so sensitive from being fucked with so much passion, so his touch sets your skin on fire.

He takes his sweet time, tongue exploring every inch of your being. He leaves marks and bruises all across your chest, biting and then softly licking and kissing to soothe your skin. He worships your breasts as your hands entwine in his hair.

Eventually, his mouth reaches where he has so recently fucked, tracing his tongue along your inner thigh towards your centre. Your hips buck when his tongue reaches your clit, so he grabs your thighs and pushes you into the mattress. He's aware of how sensitive you are, so he doesn't involve his fingers, but his mouth is enough to drive you crazy.

He laps at you hungrily, intent on memorising the taste of you. Memorising the way you squirm beneath him at every one of his movements.

He sucks on your clit, kisses it and swirls his tongue around it. He fucks you with his tongue. All of it building you up to another orgasm. It doesn't take long.

Your legs squeeze around his head and he elicits crude sounds from you and he revels in that feeling. He can tell you're close from how wet you're getting, and he makes sure to lap up every last drop. Finally, you reach your peak and your orgasm rips through your body, blinding you as you tell Javier's name, tears rolling down your face and smudging your mascara. In all the time you've spent with Javi, you've never felt pleasure quite like this. Knowing that you'll never see each other again has only made things a hundred times more passionate.

He lays next to you and wraps a single arm around you, wanting to be close to you, but not wanting to create anything too intimate, scared for both of your feelings.

"Fuck," he says panting heavily.

"I'm going to struggle to find a replacement," you joke, Javi chuckling at it. But neither of you find it funny. It's all a front, stopping you from facing your emotions.

Before you can exchange any more words, sleep consumes you. It's no surprise: you're exhausted, both physically and mentally. And despite all the emotional turmoil, you get the deepest night's sleep you've had in a long time.

When morning comes, you're awaken by light creeping through the thin hotel curtains. You turn over to find the bed cold and empty next to you. He's gone. On a plane, probably half way to Texas by now.

You think to yourself how it's for the better that he didn't say goodbye with words. That you had that night together and then he left without saying anything. But you can't force yourself to truly belief that.

You'll never know if you really do love him, offer if he just temporarily filled a void. All you know is that you're alone again.

[azuresky-agere]

hiya!! idk if you can see this but if its ok can you do a agere venti minific? :3 any cg !

MY BABY......MY BOY.....VENTI...!

CG!Diluc and Little!Venti requested by anonymous!

Plot: thunderstorms.

(also I'm so sorry this took so long anon!! Writing block is a bitch haha)

─ 𖥔 ─

"come on, Venti." Diluc sighs. "It's past closing time."

It had been past closing time for a good part of an hour and a half, and Venti and Diluc were the only people left in the tavern. Considering Venti's identity, Diluc was almost...hesitant to kick his god out of his tavern. Venti had been around Angel's Share all day, from the second he opened. The musician had watched Diluc conduct his usual schedule for closing up; clean the tables, remove everybody from the establishment, count stock, make sure the windows were locked upstairs, and go home.

But Venti seemed adamant of staying. It was concerning.

Rain continued to hit the building, and the storm outside continued. Thunder clapped the ground, and Venti seemed to...whine?

"nono-" Venti mumbled, seemingly to nobody in particular- maybe himself? He curled into his own arms, sinking to the table. He seemed...scared. Diluc just wanted to go home. At least this was a good excuse to stay out in the rain.

"Venti, are you okay?" Diluc's gloved hand reached out to touch Venti's shoulder- he could be experiencing a panic attack? Considering the past of Lord Barbatos, he wouldn't be surprised.

"no!-" the bard flinched, scooting away from the bartender. "p'ease..."

"Okay, no touching. I understand that, and I'm sorry." Diluc noted outloud. Diluc's goal had changed- and Venti didn't seem mentally ready to step foot outside the tavern.

Tonight would be difficult.

Diluc sighed, sitting opposite Venti. The bench creaked under Diluc's muscular build- a comedic opposite to Venti's slim body. That made Diluc worry more- did he even eat? Did he need to eat as often as a human, considering he technically isn't human?

"thunder...bad." Venti suddenly said.

"I figured." The bartender hummed. "Do you have a home to go back to? I've never actually seen your home-"

Venti paused, before shaking his head. "Windrise isn't a home, is it?"

Diluc tried his best to hide his shocked expression, but he seemingly did a horrible job. "No, it's not."

Venti sighed. "M'sorry."

"about what? Keeping me inside during the storm? I'm quite grateful. Even moreso that you're not getting caught in it."

Venti chuckled dryly. "I...it reminds me of Old Mondstadt. With Decarabian." Saying the tyrant's name felt like nails against a chalkboard. "I can leave if'ya want."

Diluc shakes his head- what kind of follower of Barbatos would he be if he willingly let their god outside in the rain? Plus, it seemed as if he was...young. Possibly even an age regressor.

"certainly not. Angel's Share have spare rooms upstairs for nights like this. I originally just wanted to go home because I can handle the rain- I actually find comfort in it."

Venti gasps. "Comfort? But it's so loud..."

"perhaps so," he chuckles. "Come now, let's go upstairs?"

─ 𖥔 ─

Once upstairs, Venti felt smaller than ever. Diluc respected the others boundaries, but he couldn't help but ask. At best, he was a regressor- and at worse, he didn't have a clue what it was, and the topic would be abandoned.

"Venti, do you know what regression is?"

The bard in question nods without a second of thought- and therein lies the solution. "Mhm!" He chirps.

Diluc sits next to the (possibly regressed) bard, nodding. "Do you know that it's very good for you?"

Venti nods again, almost hesitantly. "I...never had a mortal childhood. Cause m' archon!"

"you are- very clever." Diluc can't help but praise. He feels like a father. Perhaps caring for a regressed Kaeya a few many times has caused him to be one, in a sense. Perhaps this is what Crepus felt like, caring for Kaeya and Diluc. "Perhaps you'd like to tell me about today?"

Venti is ecstatic at the chance to talk and babble to Diluc- despite knowing fully well that it's a carefully crafted out ploy to distract him while Diluc gets him sleeping clothes and regression gear.

For once in his life, Venti doesn't mind being distracted.

[gwenzone]

A/N: This is just a smut piece that I had in my head and figured I'd share. It's rated 18+ so don't read if you're a youngin'. If you do, that's your choice. ;) Note that I'm not a writer.

Warnings: Sex. It's basically just sex. As usual.

Pairing: Larissa Weems x reader.

Summary: You work at the school and have a thing for Weems. You tend to give her a hard time and feel she never notices you unless you do. Any attention is good attention, right?

Don't Tease The Prinicpal

Principal Weems was in her office working late. You walked into the room, forgetting to knock. Or maybe it was on purpose. Either way. She quickly closed her laptop when she noticed you. "Can't you knock?!" she snapped.

"Sorry," you said, unapologetically. "Didn't mean to interrupt your porn viewing. Just wanted to give you this message." You handed her a piece of paper.

"I was not looking at porn," she replied, her voice flustered. She looked at the message and placed it on the table. It was of no importance. Certainly not worth interrupting her for. "Is that all?"

You sat down in the chair across from her and made yourself at home. "You look way more attractive when you get flustered, you know." You grinned at her, knowing she hated when you said flirtatious things.

Deep down, you knew she liked it, even if she'd never admit it. She didn't get many people interested in her. Most people were afraid of her and didn't dare make a move. You found her dominance a turn-on, though. The more annoyed she got, the more she appealed to you.

"Are you quite finished?" she asked, pretending to straighten things up on her desk. "I have things to do here."

"Watch porn?" you quipped.

She slammed her hand down on the desk causing you to jump a bit. If you wanted her mad, you did it. She stood up, leaned her hands on the desk and practically lunged forward across it. You felt yourself lean back in your chair, even though she was still a safe distance away from reaching you.

"Do you think I don't know what you're up to, Y/N?" The reflection of the flames in the fireplace could be seen in her wide eyes. She was gritting her teeth in what could almost be considered a snarl.

"I don't--" you started, but were cut off.

"You've been taunting me like this since day one and I've had quite enough of it." Her expression changed slightly. It went from furious to curious, it seemed. "If you insist on continuing, I suggest you start acting on these thoughts of yours. Otherwise you're just wasting my time."

You were shocked that she was so forward. Had she wanted you to make a move all this time? Was it a trick? If you tried something, would she laugh in your face and humiliate you? "Are you being serious, right now?"

In a split-second, she swiped her hand across the desk, shoving everything aside and out of her way. She turned her back to you, sat on the desk and spun around, her legs lifting up and over the side of the desk, landing crossed in front of you. Those long, luxurious legs just dangling there off the front of the desk for you to see up close.

"Don't I look serious?" she asked. Her expression was that of a professional Poker player. If she were up to something, you'd never know it.

You were speechless. And she took advantage of that. She had you right where she wanted you. She knew you always had the upper hand, or so you thought. Now she was taking charge.

You were looking down at her ankles, then up the length of her legs and your gaze rested on her thighs. Her dress was tight. It showed off her shape just right. It was on the short side but not short enough for you, apparently. Your mind started to wander. What colour panties was she wearing?

"Let me make it easier for you," she said, as if having just read your mind. She uncrossed her legs and parted her knees several inches. She saw your eyes widen as they focused on her new position. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

All you could do was nod.

"My my, the cat seems to have gotten your tongue." She chuckled at the cleverly concealed pun. "Come here."

As if with no control over yourself, you quickly stood and got closer to her. You were not more than a foot in front of her now. She took your hand and placed it on her knee. She slowly slid it up under the fabric of her dress. "Is this what you want?" she asked.

Again, you nodded, unable to form words. You couldn't believe this was actually happening. You'd dreamed about it, fantasized about it, but never thought it would happen. Her leg was warm. And smooth like silk.

When she let go of your hand, you pulled it away. She furrowed her brow and scoffed. "You're not very confident now, are you?" She shifted herself on the desk a bit and pulled her dress up her legs more. She shook her head in disbelief that you still weren't making any attempt. "Okay, let's just get right to it, shall we? Otherwise we'll be here all night."

She pulled the dress up to her hips and lifted her bottom up off the desk. "Would you mind getting these?" she said, looking down at her black panties. Black. You knew it.

You quickly grabbed the sides of her underwear and slid them down her legs, then tossed them down on the floor beside you. It happened so fast but at least you finally did something.

She ran her finger along your lower lip. "You know what to do now, don't you?" A pause. "Get on your knees."

You did as you were told. You looked at her neatly trimmed bush. The firelight dancing on it in an inviting way. You wanted to do so many things at that moment, but you still couldn't believe what was happening. You were afraid you'd make a wrong move and wake up.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" she snapped, taking your head in her hands and shoving it between her legs.

At that moment, there was no going back. You found yourself immersed in this wonderful woman's most intimate area and you fell in love with the experience. As if on auto-pilot, you began doing everything right. Everything you'd ever imagined doing in this situation with her.

Your tongue licked the length of her slit. It swirled around her clit and darted in and out of her opening. The strong hold on your head that she first had was now more relaxed, but she didn't let go. She didn't wanna chance you stopping any time soon.

As you licked and sucked her most precious place, she started to moan. Granted, it was just a small sound, but it eventually got deeper, more guttural and more frequent. It was driving you to keep going. You loved hearing her make these sounds and it pleased you knowing she was making them because of you.

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and guided you to just the right spot. One of her legs wrapped around onto your back and pulled you even closer to her. She was exquisite in every way. Her smell, her taste, her sounds, everything.

When she was nearing her climax, she tilted her head back, pulled you harder against her, nearly smothering you, but you didn't mind. Not at all. You finished her off and knew by her mannerisms and noises that she was more than satisfied.

A moment went by before she released you and composed herself as best she could in the situation. "Be a good pet and fetch me my panties," she said as she stood and lowered her dress to its original position.

You picked up her underwear and turned to hand them to her when someone entered the room. You quickly shoved them into your pocket and turned to see who it was.

"Does no one knock around here?!" she shouted, as another employee of the school made his way in with a folder in hand.

"Sorry, Principal Weems," he said, handing her the folder. "I didn't think you were still here and I just wanted to put these papers on your desk so you'd have them tomorrow morning like you asked."

"Very well, you may go now." She tossed the folder onto the desk where she had cleared a spot previously. You noticed her casually pulling her dress down as she stood there. It looked fine, but she was obviously worried about the lack of underwear. Not that anyone could tell. You looked down at the floor and chuckled to yourself.

"You may go now," she repeated to the other person. When he turned to leave, she shot you a disapproving stare. He nodded good-bye to you on the way out and closed the door behind himself.

"Hand them over," she said, her hand reaching out to you.

"I dunno," you teased, "Maybe I'll just toss them into the fire and watch you walk around without them."

"The whole room would fill with smoke," she explained. "And I doubt anyone else will be coming in here tonight, anyway."

"Yeah, one person coming in here tonight was enough," you laughed. You handed her the panties.

"It's amazing how easily you can handle yourself when you want to," she said, putting her underwear back on and sorting herself out. "Yet when it comes time to perform, you're suddenly at such a loss and I have to control your every move."

You smiled. "Maybe that was my plan all along."

She made her way back around to her desk and sat down, thinking about what you had just said. A smile came across her own face and as she realized it had been your intention to be dominated by her. "Touché" she said, quietly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have porn to watch," she added sarcastically, opening her laptop back up and fixing the misplaced objects on her desk.

"Yes, ma'am," you answered, making your way to the door.

"Oh, and Y/N?" she added. "Be here tomorrow night at the same time." A slight smirk shone on her face to accompany a raised eyebrow.

You nodded with a grin and shut the door behind you, already counting down the hours.

THE END.

[kerryweaverlesbian]

for the ask thing->😅🥺🤡😈🛒✨️💌❌️👀🧠🤲✅️ (for the 🧠 i choose cas hehe)

omg thats so many but 👉👈 yk

mwuah <3

I just spent a FULL half hour trying to find the post this was from and I finally found it by remembering I reblogged it from @castielsprostate and getting to August 6th from another post and scrolling down to august 4th from there. Anon if you're out there....my answer is crossing time and space to reach you....also BIG KISS FOR Y9OU AS WELL

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

I'll be honest, I think this one, ineffable husbands observatory date was kinda cowardly haha. In it I pretend like Aziraphale wasn't fully about to shoot a kid. I think I should have let that be a true moment of darkness! These days I wouldn't shy away from it I think.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

uargh. 'I don't need to be taken care of' 'but I WANT to take care of you'. Kills me dead every time.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

haha almost every fic I write has something that made me laugh!! An undervalued one, from my Jo/Bela heist fic:

She doesn’t get like this. She doesn’t get distracted on the job, she doesn’t get flustered over sly little compliments, she doesn’t want to be seen. Why did it have to be here, now, on her biggest job in years? “You know,” Jo says, unperturbed by the mental anguish she was causing, biting off the end of the thread with her teeth, “since we’re partners, we should get matching balaclavas.” And why was it for someone so stupid? “All balaclavas are matching,” Bela says, and Jo smiles up at her cheekily, proving she only said it to wind her up, “and we’re not partners.” “We’re totally partners! We look out for each other.” “No. You’re not on my level. It’d be like saying Michelangelo and his finger painting niece were partners.” “Fine,” Jo huffs, “accomplices?” “You are an accessory at best.” “Yeah? Do I rate above or below your shoes?” Bela pretends to think about it. “So far my shoes have done more quality work for this shindig than you, so I suppose the jury is still out.”

Actually you know what. Fuck it I'm doing 2. You can't stop me!!!! This is from my Cas timetravels to the episode Faith fic

"What year is it?" Cas asks suddenly. "Uh." Maybe he shouldn't tell him. That's one of those concussion questions, right? He doesn't want to fuck up his examination. "What year do you think it is?" "It is certainly within the AD range," Cas says, deadpan, and he doesn't laugh when Dean does but his frown does lighten. He looks expectant, so Dean caves: "It's 2005. The year of the rooster. Or, as I like to say, the year of -" "Cock. Yes. I've heard it before."

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

hmmmmm! There is one in one that I'm writing right now in fact! This is Endverse Cas, talking to Dean about Endverse Dean:

"Did you know," Cas says, leaning right into Dean's space, the smell of weed and dank sweat rolling off him, "He trusts me. He needs me. He - what did he say? Oh, yeah. He couldn't do this without me."

A cruel play on the Crypt scene - "I need you". Maybe people won't pick up on it but I have the intention of being mean.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Themes....you ask me of themes...would you ask mozart of staves...jdsavbhfav I'm kidding about. I love themes my book club and anyone I've beta'd for will tell you!! In my own work, I like animal imageryyyyy. Dean is a dog (and sometimes rabbits), Bela is a rabbit, Jo is a horse, Cas is birds. I like scenes characters talking around things but both understanding what they mean. OR, the inverse, when one of them THINKS they're being perfectly clear and straightforward and the other one is coming to very different conclusions. And grief. And absence highlighted by an intense focus on objects. I think that last one is most clearly done in The Aftermath, Time/Body Problem and Brought to the Flame. I OBVIOUSLY love make-out scenes lol. Scenery used as character! It is the only way I am able to write scenery!!

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I am...good at weaving scenes together. Dialogue and exposition and jokes and deeper character moments. Pacing, I think, would be the word. I heard some advice from the guy who wrote Not Going Out: if you end a scene high, the next "should" (usually) start or become low, and vice versa. We did it! We fucked it up. Things are looking fucking bleak. There's a moment of hope!! Peaks and valleys yknow. See here I am deflecting my compliment to someone else's advice ajkfsjbv. I write good original characters who don't distract from the narrative, how about that!! And titles! You didn't ask but my favourite titleset I've ever done is my [aged up]Bela/Edward kinky series Frames of Mind. The first is called Metacognition because Edward is thinking about Bela thinking about him (and metacognition means thinking about thought) and the second is Projection because Edward is mentally prjecting himself into the threesome Bela is in. And Bela's putting him in there too, in her mind. Also, I do a lot of stupid jokes in these, I was seriously debating a third in that catagory. I suggest that Edward turned one of his pet mice into a vampire, and that Bela's being lusted after by a swamp monster. <3

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I LOVE THEM. I LOVE I AM IN LOVE. To any person who has ever commented on anything I've ever written (apart from that one bot lol) I kiss you I kiss you I kiss you a thousand times. Knowing that people took the time to read my works and say what they thought, even if they thought "<3" or "nice"...it's so kind. Also every beta reader I've ever had, I keep their joyful comments active so I can reread them over and over <3 shout out to @sonorousangels @eboyeasy @homoangel @sweater-soup and @mrcowboydeanwinchester <3

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Never, huh....? Hm. I like a lot of things, I think there's a way to make pretty much any trope interesting if you think about it long enough. I think it's unlikely that I'd ever write something with a matchmaker!character, like, get a life? lol. It's often foisted on Sam or ANY nearby female character. BUT I do think you could make that interesting potentially, if that character was the protagonist. Like, why ARE you so obsessed with them, why DON'T you have anything going on in your own life, how can you break out of that and come to see your friends as people again instead of dollies?

btw, complete tangent, one time at [redacted] I met an old lady and told her my name and she said. "You have the same name as my dolly." Not even, the doll has the same name as ME. I have the same name as HER DOLL. Horror movie type interaction.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Perhaps I should have preread these questions and mentioned my smoking sequel here lmao. OH WELL. I will talk about another!

I am working on a Cas timetravel fic wherein (late-)s4 Castiel (who is considering rebellion) gets pulled to...s15? ish? And Dean is NOT coping well with having a younger Castiel who doesn't have anything to resent Dean for yet, and Cas is trying to reconcile his jealousy and his resurfaced guilt (this Castiel hasn't done any of the things Cas despises himself for yet, and he's lonely and untethered, but he's also not as much of a Person and Cas can only take so much Angel Mode Bluntness and he misses Jack while Castiel it there). Also. Well the Castiels do make out but I mean. It's my fic. It was sort of inevitable.

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. Castiel.

Cas is the tv angel!!!!!! He doesn't read very much, he watches tellyvision! He watches old sit coms at any available moment, and he does NOT get the MAJORITY of the jokes but he adores the laugh track and I love him. And, king of sick burns that he is, he'd pick up some good ones. I think if he was explaining it, perhaps to Dean, he'd say something like that he likes that "Humans have, with every theme and concept available to them, so often chosen to imagine a softer world, where the consequences are limited to a punchline, and there is a constant unity and connection with others. When you laugh at Niles Crane, you laugh with every other being in that room at that time. A snapshot of the past, with its defined limits, to a timeless creature such as myself, it has a remarkable beauty. Also, I enjoy the antics of the little dog."

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

I REALLY should have read ahead haha. This is frommmmm I can't really say what it's about without spoilers. Um. It is a plot fic wherein Cas returns post-empty and Dean is a little TOO happy about it. This is from the opening:

Cas wakes up in a car wreck. He pushes himself up from the smoking bonnet gingerly, and hears the crumple of metal below. He'd made an impact; a whole stack of rusted vehicals have been crushed beneath him, threatening the integrity of the surrounding towers of scrap. He doesn't remember the fall. The last thing he remembers is - Dean, the confession, the debt being paid. There's a pervasive ache in his muscles and his heart is beating at a sickening pace, as if he'd been running for a long time. It's possible that he had been. [...] "Dean?" Cas asks, and gets an answer he didn't expect. There's a tired sigh on the other end of the line, and Sam's voice says: "Who is this helping?" "Sam, it's me. I'm at Bobby's. I need someone to pick me up." A faint, plastic-y creak. Cas imagines Sam pressing his flip phone against his forehead. His voice is distant, mournful, "Can't you guys leave any bodies in the ground?" "Sam?" "It's not going to work. I wish you'd all stop trying." Closer, now, louder, "Just leave him alone, you hear me? You better leave him the hell alone!" The line goes dead. Cas tries calling again, but even with his Grace it doesn't go through...

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Haha, Meg. Okay, serious answer...............whenever I do sex it always turns romantic and sweet at some point. Even the "rough sex" in my jo/bela heist, it IS rough sex and then ALSO Jo says "You're really special and I like you". In my kinky vampire rimming fic! When they just reference having other sex offscreen in my struck by lighting blowjob fic! The closest I get to not going crazy romantic is in the pseudo-sex scenes of my grace feeding fic but even then it's echoed in a sweetie darling honeypie way later.

I think I may deep down be a romantic at heart.

Uah the end!! Did you know I have posted 54 fics to Ao3??? That's wild. 39 of them are for the CW's Supernatural. Thank you sooooooo much for asking meeee as you can see I love talking about my own writing. I put a lot of thought into it!