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hiiiii um idk if what I'm about to ask is 🥃 or 📞 but u tell me. So I'm mostly asking what are your random headcanons about Jake lockley and Jake lockley only 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
JAKE LOCKLEY HEADCANONS
a/n: the way i can go on and on about this man. i'm so in love with him it's insane and quite possibly ridiculous. but seriously he's so interesting. i'm gonna do bullet points beneath the cut because i tend to ramble.
warnings: jake lockely is a romantic who fucks. he can do both.
Jake Lockley is a man of sheer will and strength. He is a protector, who is there for the people he cares about. I always go back to how he showed up in the final fight to protect Marc and Steven from getting killed. He's there without being there.
While he does wear a hard shell around him (his own version of armor), he's soft on the inside.
I fully believe that this man would melt in the hands of the right person. Show him a little attention, show that he can trust you, and he's smitten.
He's shy.
Probably not in the way Steven gets shy. No Jake is shy in the way that he doesn't like opening up to people. He hides in plain sight, observing rather than interacting.
I'm pretty sure the first time someone asks him out, he's stunned and unsure of what to do next.
That's not to say he's not a man who has charm and knows how to use it. He FLIRTS. (i.e. getting Steven a date).
But if it's that special someone who fits him perfectly, he's done for.
A mess of trying to protect them and love them the best way he knows how.
Some days that may mean making them a cup of their favorite coffee, or helping them fight their battles (literally and figuratively), or picking up flowers on the way home.
Don't get me wrong, Jake is a romantic. He's put up with Steven's lovey dovey nature for so long (and he refuses to admit some of it wore off on him).
He'll take you out. Go dancing. Go to dinner. He'll wine and dine you, charm you with his smile and soft touches. He wants to know he has as much of your heart as you have of his.
Doesn't mean he won't drag you to the bathroom after dinner, his hand quickly clamping over your mouth to stifle any sounds you might make as he fucks you in the stall.
But that ALSO doesn't mean he won't make you scream his name as he takes you apart tenderly and reverently in his bed at home.
I wouldn't be giving headcanons about this man if I didn't address how he would protect you and what lengths he would go to.
WOULD KILL FOR YOU. WOULD START A WAR FOR YOU. This man is not about working it out through words like Steven. If you get hurt, or even worse, he's already doing what he can to keep you safe. And that's NOT pushing you away (i'm looking directly at you marc spector).
No he would make sure you are okay before going to work. He's that romantic.
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RULES: When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!!
Thanks for tagging me @mangocustard16
1. Spider by Hoshi
2. Shadow by Seventeen
3. Cupid by Fifty Fifty
4. Darl+ing by Seventeen
5. God of Music by Seventeen
Tagging: @zinka8 @justsomekpopstuff @pan-de-seungcheol @chanswifey @starshine-hockey-girl @geekyogicheese @marcoscandellas @stargazingcarol @aaniag @jiminsproof
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Mi Vida | Jake Lockley x Reader
Summary: Jake disappeared on your for a couple of months, only to come back with a full needy vengeance.
Word count: 1.7K
Warning: oral(vaginal and anal), anal fingering, praise kink, unprotected p in v, pet names, that part with coconut oil (i’m sorry!!), creampied
A/N: Spanish is obviously not my native language, but I did consult with a few people that are native speakers to help me out. So shout out to @stargazingcarol and @hollandparkersx yall are my MVPs 💛 If anything just look off or not right, please let me know. I’ll be more than happy to change it. No beta, so any mistakes are mine. As always, comment and reblog mean a lot. If you enjoyed this, please please do let me know! Please follow @wint3r-library for fic upates.
** Do not copy, repost, or translate my works without my permission
You learned to not ask questions.
A Soft gasping noise fell from your lips as your face planted on the cold marble counter. Your dress hiked up above your ass. His rough, calloused palm pressed firmly against your head, holding you there in place while he palmed you through your soaking panties with his free hand.
“You’re already so wet for me, mi amada*. I barely touch you.” The word rolled off his tongue and sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his bulge rubbing suggestively against the cleft of your ass. He was as needy as you were. You could barely process his presence here in your condo, let alone him as a whole. It’s been months since you last saw him. He was more than your driver or your bodyguard, or your secret rendezvous.
He’s your confidant, lover–someone you gladly relinquish all of your control so willingly.
“Have you missed me, mi princesa**?” he asked before smacking your ass so loudly that it echoed through the hollowness of your quiet condo. Your body instinctively jerked upward, but Jake didn’t let you have that kind of satisfaction.
You responded with a soft whimper as your legs shook slightly. You can feel your slick dampening your flimsy panty, and perhaps it might have rolled down your thigh by now.
Jake didn’t like that answer. You could feel his larger body covering you as he leaned over. His lips were now only inches from the shell of your ears. “What did I say about this? When I ask you a question, I demand an answer. Only bad girls don't like following the rules. Are you a bad girl, darling?”
You shook your head and replied quickly. You knew better than to get him all riled up, especially when he’s been dreaming about fucking you for God knows how long.
“N-No,” you managed to reply.
Jake inhaled sharply before he slowly got up, one hand still holding your head down while the other was rubbing your sore ass so gently. You knew how much he can’t resist your ass.
“Good. I know you’re good at following orders. Now,” he pulled back slightly, finally freeing you. A loud yelp spilled from your lips when you felt Jake lift you right onto the counter. He stood there between your thighs, lips pulled into a knowing smirk as his firm hands kept you spread wide and open for him. You were practically bare to him, saved from the small flimsy panty that shielded you away from his hungry gaze.
“Mi princesa,” he murmured. His voice alone sent another shiver down your spine and shot right to your pulsating pussy. His thick fingers grazed at your clothed slit, inciting a jolt of much-needed pleasure right through you. Your body reacted to his touch instantaneously as you found yourself rolling your hips to meet him. Your nipples strained against your dress. Jake watched you with half hooded eyes as he licked his lips, knowing fully well how much he craved your sweet nectar.
“Te deseo, mi amada***,” he spoke again in his native tongue. The words rolled off his tongue like a song.
Jake didn’t wait of course. He didn’t need to when he knew full well that you needed him as much as he needed him. Without much restraint, Jake ripped your panty right off of you and threw the shredded thing right over his shoulder. He hooked his strong arms around your thighs and pulled you toward him, sending your nerves into a frenzy.
Jake spread you wide open, his eyes gleamed at the way your juice poured right out of your needy slit. Without hesitation, his mouth descended on you hungrily, licking and slurping, drinking you up like it was the sweetest thing he has ever tasted. He was moaning the more he indulged himself further into your sweetness. Tongue plunged into your slit while his hand groped at your breast. His dexterous fingers twisted and pinched at your stiff bud till you cried out.
You could feel him grinning against your sopping cunt as he continued to eat you. His nose would occasionally brush against your clit, causing your body to twitch and strain against him.
“Jake…” you moaned out loud for the first time. Your hand grabbed his curl, tugging at it slightly, causing him to growl right into your cunt. The reverberation shot right through you, sending a slight relief to your aching pussy.
His mouth left you suddenly, causing you to whine out loud. You could hear the sound of your cabinet doors opening and closing as if he was searching for something. You called for him again and this time he returned to you with a hungry kiss. You moaned at the way you can taste your own essence on your tongue.
“What are you doing?” you asked as you probed yourself on your elbows watching him hastily opening a jar of the extra virgin coconut oil you just got. “Jake…?” you looked at him quizzically.
“Do you trust me?” he asked as he dipped his fingers right into the jar. You swallowed as he withdrew his now slicked digits. You knew and he knew what he wanted. Your pussy throbbed and you could feel your asshole clenched at the thought.
“yes,” you replied. The answer always made him uneasy, but he didn’t bother to protest right now when his head was filled with the thought of you.
Jake grunted before he pressed his oil-slicked fingers against the tight ring of your hole. You let out a hiss that didn’t go unnoticed. “Relax for me, baby,” he murmured as he circled your hole before gently pushing the tip of his finger right into you. You could hear him swear in Spanish as you winced at the sudden intrusion.
His mouth found your sloppy wet pussy once more as his finger continued to push forward. Once he was halfway in, Jake withdrew his finger away till there was only a tip left inside you before he plunged back in, all the while that his tongue was plunging right into your need slit.
“Oh my God, Jake,” you gasped out loud. You felt so overwhelmed by everything all at once. His tongue was working its magic on you while he was finger fucking your asshole like there’s no tomorrow. Occasionally, he would allow his tongue to brush against your clit, flicking at it, twirling around it till your body shook slightly. It wasn’t long till your body was thrown into a passionate throe as an orgasm ripped right through you. Still, Jake was still enjoying you, licking and fucking you with his tongue and finger.
You were still breathing heavily as you tried to come down from your high, but Jake didn’t let you enjoy that stillness for long. Jake’s mouth left your cunt and so did his finger. You wanted to cry in protest, but before you could make any sound, you found yourself melted right onto the counter as you felt his tongue probing against the tight ring of your asshole.
“Oh God!” you cried out as he worked his talented tongue in and out of you. You were practically gushing out as slick rolled down your thigh and pooled under your ass. It felt so dirty and wrong, yet you enjoyed this depravity, especially when he was ravishing you oh so fucking good.
Your second orgasms hit you harder than the first as your body was still sensitive from the first one.
His name lingered on his tongue, calling out to him. Only when he felt satisfied with his work would he get up and begin to strip. Once all the clothes were gone he suddenly picked you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His mouth found your clothed mound. He wrapped his lips around your taut bud, sucking at it through your dress.
A loud gasp fell from your lips as he laid you down right onto your dining table. He quickly climbed on top of you and settled himself right between your legs. Jake rubbed the head of his cock against your slit first, coating it with your juices before he pushed himself right to the hilt.
You groaned as your body stretched out to accommodate him. Jake was looking at you as he pulled back till his cock was all the way out, then he proceeded to push forward till he filled you up to the brim. The motion knocked all of the air right out of your lungs as he continued his assault on your senses. He wasn’t being gentle with you either as he began to pick up his pace. He was spreading you wider as he drove into you with vigor.
Jolts of pleasure coursed right through you as every movement of his set your body aflame. You wanted to release and you wanted now. Without a thought, you uttered, “Ay papi, mas duro!****”
And just like that, his nostril flair, the vein on his neck was practically bulging the more he pounded into you. Jake’s lips curled back as he worked you faster with a brutal pace.
You came hard then as you squeezed around his cock. Milking him till he groaned out loud. Another string of swear words fell from his lips as he continued to use you to satisfy his own appetite.
Jake came with a low grunt as he shot his load right into you. But still, he continued to thrust into you. You can feel the warm, sticky fluid dripped right out of you.
You didn’t know when he stopped, but you whined out loud when he pulled out of you to lay beside you. Your quiet condo was filled with nothing but the sounds of your breathing. Your body was tired and spent, but Jake probed himself up with his arm and looked at you. His dark, chocolatey eyes gazed into yours. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hands. Soft whispers of praises fell from his lips.
“Eres la mujer de mi vida*****,” he looked at you with rare tenderness. Before you could ask what he meant, Jake shut you up with a hot searing kiss.
You knew tonight will be a long night for you.
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*my darling
**my princess
***I want you, darling
****”harder, daddy!
*****You are the woman of my life
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whispers of you
summary: he can’t help it—thinking of you out here.
word count: 1k+ (like why are we even here lol)
warnings: angst, naughty dreams and thoughts (18+ bye), language, x fem!reader
a/n: uh—tbh, i don’t know what this is other than purely self-indulgent. it would probably work best if you read the “rose between two thorns” series (or at least the first part) before this lil one-shot, but it’s not entirely necessary.
he can’t help it—thinking of you out here.
it’s self-preservation. when he’s surrounded by nothing but chaos—tension between the boys, gunfire and helicopter crashes and dragging duffle bag after duffle bag through the mountains—his mind wanders.
it wanders to you.
at the beginning of the trip, before everything went to shit, you passed through his thoughts like a wayward breeze. he wondered if you remembered to prep maria’s bottles for the weekend; if you know that the backdoor sometimes doesn’t lock the first time; if you know where the fire extinguisher is. he didn’t think about your face or your hair or your body then. no, those thoughts come later. at the beginning of the trip, his thoughts are purely business, almost parental in nature. it’s better that way.
it’s not until he’s crashed the helicopter and split his cheek open that his thoughts begin to shift, you begin to shift in his mind, and it scares him.
he’s always found you attractive. he’d be blind to not recognize your beauty on some surface, inconsequential level. he’s a man, after all, and men like pretty things. you’re young and unencumbered by the weight of the world, so different from him. he likes that; he thinks it adds to your charm. but again—those are fine thoughts for a dad to have toward his daughter’s nanny. he can think you’re cute; he can think you’re charming. it doesn’t mean anything, not really.
but when he sits huddled against the base of a gigantic rock, rain drenching his thin coat and clogging his shoes, he thinks of your warmness for the first time. he is half-asleep, hungry, and tired. he’s not on his a-game, so when an image of you, soft and warm and smiling, flits through his mind, he doesn’t bat it away on instinct. he lets it percolate.
you would be warm, wouldn’t you? you’re always smiling when you come through the door early in the morning, always ready for whatever the day may throw your way. he imagines that warmness comes from within, and there’s no way your skin wouldn’t be warm to the touch as well.
god, he wants to touch you. just a little. nothing dramatic. he’s only ever touched your shoulder in a friendly sort of way, but tonight, all he wants to do is hold you hand, rub the pad of his thumb over your knuckles, caress the length of your neck. he wants to know if you are as warm as you seem. he could use some warmth right now.
he startles out of his thoughts when benny says something to him—or maybe to will. he wasn’t paying attention.
he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that, so he doesn’t for the rest of the night.
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the next afternoon, as he wades chest deep through a river, he pictures you cradling maria against your own chest. you’re so motherly. you treat his child like your own, and for the first time, it makes his blood pump with something akin to arousal. he imagines maria’s little fist clenched against the swell of your breast, and he wonders what it must feel like to cup your breast in his own hand.
he stops thinking about your tits—their heft, their smoothness—when tom and pope start arguing. it’s just as well, though. he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.
***
they’ve burnt a considerable amount of money just to stay warm, and again, after the nervous laughter fades, his mind wanders to you. he wonders what your mouth would feel like. it’s on accident—the mental picture of you kissing him—but he’s so thirsty, he wonders if you might be able to quench his thirst in some small way.
he wagers your mouth is heaven. when you speak to him, you only encourage, only lift him up. your words are sweetness to his ears, and fuck, he just wants to kiss you. at least once—to see if that sweetness extends to the brush of your lips on his and the feel of his tongue on yours.
as he drifts to some space between sleep and consciousness, his thoughts move south and so does your mouth. he imagines you kissing his chest, even the scars littering his skin from so long ago. he imagines you swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and then—
will coughs. frankie’s eyes snap open.
he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.
***
he wants to go home. he wants to go home to you and maria and never leave again. he’s so fucking tired, so hungry, so thirsty. he’s pissed he ever agreed to this shit plan. none of this was worth it.
he never should have left you.
after tom is dead and while benny scouts out the shoreline, he dreams of you.
he fucks you in his dream. the scenes that flash through his mind ebb and flow between him slamming into you from behind—his fingertips gripping the skin of your hips tight, his teeth gritting against the torture of the last dew days, a harsh bite against your shoulder when he comes—and you writhing beneath him—limbs tangled and hushed whispers and soft kisses when he comes.
he wakes up hard, and he feels sick.
he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.
***
when he gets home, when you throw your arms around his neck and call him by his name, he presses himself against you for as long as he can stand it.
you are warm and you are soft and you are everything that kept him alive and moving. he tilts his forehead against the side of your neck, his arms circling the small of your back, and he breathes in deeply. you smell like lavender and maria’s baby formula.
he could take you here and now—on the floor of his living room in the middle of the night. he wants to feel himself sheathed in your warmth, and he wants to come home, really and truly come home. you are his home—you and maria both. he learned that on the side of the andes mountains, dragging dead bodies and dirty money behind him. no matter where he goes, so long as he can return to you and his baby, he is home.
but he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. you deserve better than him.
he pushes you away.
it’s easier that way.
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Share 10 Characters you fell in love with in 2021
Tagged by @princessxkenobi <33
1. Neil (Watching the Detectives)
2. Robert Fischer (Inception)
3. Tuck Hansen (This Means War)
4. Raymond Leon (In Time)
5. Eddie Brock (Venom)
6. Alfie Solomons (Peaky Blinders)
7. Mobius (Loki series)
8. Fandral the Dashing (Thor: the Dark World)
9. Nokdu (The Tale of Nokdu)
10. Yi Jin (Rookie Historian Goo Hae-ryung) (left)
Yes, I fell into a rabbit hole. No, we don't need to talk about it.
No pressure tags: @thranduilsperkybutt @stargazingcarol @moonlight-prose @darling-i-read-it @doublesunsets @hellolitty + open to anyone else!
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Rules: list 4 songs that you’re currently obsessed with 🎶
Tagged by: my darling @queenofthefaceless tysm 💘
1. Stevie Nicks - Edge of Seventeen
2. Pat Benatar - We Belong
3. Depeche Mode - Never Let Me Down Again
4. Gerry Rafferty - Baker Street
No pressure tags: @itssmashedavo @leonieb @leo-moon @pedropascaldice @mitchi-c @agirllovespancakes @letterfromvienna @rexsjaigeyes @oloreaa @moonlight-prose @knivesareout @ignaciovarga @revolution-starter @maharani-radha @captn-andor @pascalisthepunkest @diego-moon @buttercup--bee @something-tofightfor @mandah-lorian @kaaterinapetrova @dameronology @maevemills @qoedameron @fuckyeahscootmcnairy @jehdi-knight @nocturnal-milk-dud @maevesdarling @queenbbarnes @thesamwilsonseries @hansoulo @jurassicppark @elylandon @shadowsoundeffects13 @mentally-dating-din-djarin @lunapascal @sharoncvrters @remmyswritings @stargazingcarol
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lucid dreams | part one
Obi-Wan Kenobi X Reader [Soulmate AU]
synopsis: Dreaming has become a meeting place for two people destined for each other. They say you see everything related to your soulmate in your dreams, including your soulmate. Surely meeting someone you’re destined to be with wouldn’t be difficult, right? Wrong. For you, it’s impossible. Sometimes you think your dreams are mere compensations for not having a soulmate.
warnings for this chapter: mild swearing
word count: 1,153
He has a unique and, admittedly, odd name: Obi-Wan Kenobi. Charming with his auburn hair, neatly pushed to one side, eyes resembling a clear blue sky on a summer day, his accent thick and melodious, and a well groomed beard—not too long, but not short enough to be a stubble—he looked attractive under the dimly lit void of dreamland. He captivated you with every bit of his presence ever since the first time you talked.
You wish to learn more about this man. Usually, you’d work day and night for some commissions which meant, no sleep; sometimes, it’s him who doesn’t show up. It was conflict on schedule and you knew little of him. Coruscant was one thing, he said he lived there. Did you believe him? No. You looked it up right away when you woke; no place or planet like that ever existed. And you swore to talk to him about it, but the time never came.
You hoped for tonight to be different. You covered up you paints, cleaned your brushes, and left your studio downstairs to go up to your room. Vincent was already sleeping in the new bed you bought for him. Crawling in yours, with your tired eyes and aching back from your awful desk set up, you sank in the soft mattress and drifted off to sleep.
The void was filling up, but you pay no attention to it. He was there and, as per usual, keeping safe distance from you. “Obi-Wan.” You greeted him, walking closer to the man. “Hello, y/n.” He smiled. “We haven’t talked in a while.” You said sheepishly. “You’ve been busy.”
“I’m sure you have as well.” You notice the floating window again, Coruscant. “Tell me more about where you come from.”
“I’m from Stewjon. I do not remember much about my home, I was taken away at a very young age.” He explained. “No, I meant Coruscant. I think you’re lying to me.” You accused, “Why would I lie about any of that?”
“Because it doesn’t exist! I’m sure the same goes for ‘Stewjon.’” You emphasized on the name. “Your planet does not exist. You’re telling me you live a non-existent planet, Obi-Wan. No human can live in another planet.”
“I assure you, many of us are in different planets.” He said, crossing his arms. “Your archives must be incomplete.” You roll your eyes at him. “How am I supposed to get to know you, if you won’t even tell me where you’re truly from?” You raised a brow at the man. “I’m not lying to you about Coruscant or Stewjon, yet you refuse to believe me.” He said. “I suggest we talk about what we’re seeing.”
So, he’s a negotiator. You thought, proceeding to ask him what he sees. “I see you’re well acquainted with art.” He said, walking around the void, admiring things you cannot see. “It’s my job. You like to read?” You asked, remembering the floating books. “I do,” Obi-Wan smiled. “I see you do too. And... you live in an awfully crowded city.” He scrunched his nose. “That’s New York.” You sighed. “I read on my free time or when I need to spark up an inspiration for an art piece.”
“You must be very talented.” He replied. “Thank you. Do you like
Sci-Fi?”
“What’s that?” He turned his attention, from whatever it is he was looking at, to you. “Well, I keep seeing laser swords and spaceships.” You picked one up, examining the object that held no weight. “You probably can’t see it, but I’m holding one right now. It’s fascinating.” An amazed laugh escaped your lips. Obi-Wan couldn’t see what you were holding, but he could see the blue light illuminating your face. “It’s called a lightsaber.” He said nonchalantly. “You should be careful, it’s a dangerous weapon to yield, not to mention it’s weight.”
“It’s light as a feather.” You said. “You can’t feel anything physical here in Dreamland.” Obi-Wan’s lips formed into an ‘o.’ “Yeah, it’s cool right? My parents told me about it. Their dreams were always my favorite bedtime story.”
You and Obi-Wan wandered around the void, naming all the things you see and providing each other with information. He asked you if you liked animals when he saw Vincent’s collar. You asked him if he made robots or owned any, because you saw a golden human-like robot and a robot with blue details. “That’s C-3PO and R2.” He said. “Do you own them?” You asked him. “No, a good friend of mine does.”
“I really think you like Sci-Fi.” You chuckled. “And I still have no idea what you’re talking about, darling.” You blushed at the pet name, quickly dusting it off with a question, “Are you, perhaps, an astronaut?” This caught his attention, turning his head to you, a confused look in his face, “Definitely not. I’m completely human.”
“Very funny, Kenobi. I meant to ask about your career.” But before Obi-Wan could say anything, a vortex pulls you in.
Darkness. That only meant that your time was over. A few hours came and when the rays of sunshine hit your eyes, you reached for your journal without hesitation. You list down everything that happened in your dream. “He doesn’t like Sci-Fi.” You chuckled lowly, shaking your head. Looking at the gray cat bed in the corner of your room, you notice Vincent still asleep. Good. You smiled. At least you could finish something this morning without any distractions. Or so you thought.
Your mind was filled with images of him. You thought of his perfectly swooped hair, dreamy eyes, and charming personality. Your cheek heats up upon realization. Before you knew it, your hand scribbled a picture of him on the paper in front of you. A rough sketch of your soulmate. You wondered if it was worth showing your friend. You put the sketch aside and worked on rough ideas for a commission. But your mind couldn’t let go of this man.
You managed to finish a few pieces by noon, just the right time for lunch. Walking to the small kitchen, you opened your magnet-filed fridge and grabbed your leftovers from last night, you also grabbed a can of cat food from the cupboard under the sink. You hear the bell on your cat’s collar ringing. You smile as you see Vincent descend from the stairs upon hearing you pull on the can’s tab. “Here you go, buddy.” You dump the cat food in his blue food bowl and pet his head. You heat up the leftovers in the microwave. Heading to your desk in the studio, you look for the sketch of Obi-Wan and snapped a picture of it, smiling while sending it to your friend.
Your phone chimed from a notification:
Is that him?
Another chime:
He’s muy bueno ;) I’d tap that
You replied with: “Please stop being weird”
Tell. Me. Everything!
here’s the new update for lucid dreams! i hope you guys liked it. -mori <33
tag list: @itsyellow @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @fandom-blackhole @marvelunistudent @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 @ina-lotta @stargazingcarol
#obi wan kenobi#obi wan x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#obi wan fluff#star wars#star wars imagine#obi wan imagine
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Okay hi. This is in no way rushing u btw but u once said u may write for blue beetle and I can't wait?????? Like I'm sorry if I already sent u an ask like that a while ago but yeah he's my special guy 🩵 and you're one of my favorite blogs out there so like 🫣🫣🫣 okay that's all.
Babesss! Okay when I tell you the FILTH that is shared in the dms between @soulores and I regarding our man Jaime. It's delicious, it's dizzying, and there's one (or more) that will definitely be made into a fic. I want to say you can expect it sometime in November hopefully. But once I'm off a posting schedule for October things will get chaotic again.
But I can promise you that he's on the list. Also me being one of your favorite blogs?? Please I love you!🖤🖤
(plus he's so gorgeous how could i not write for him???)
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hi ♥️ very curious to know how was Halloween for you? Did u have fun? Also I think u said u were gonna dressed up but I don't remember what u dressed up so tell me about that if u want <3
hi babes!! halloween was a very chill night honestly. just my friends and i chilling with pizza and tarot cards.
i was originally going to go as poison ivy, but i couldn't unpack my corset (cause it was way in the very top of my closet). so i went in full witch vibes and had the upside down moon on my forehead and some other markings on my face.
dia de los muertos was more energetic and fun. i wound up going as la catrina last night to the celebration they had on campus. lots of food and music and many many ofrendas set up.
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I need lore from your latest kinktober fic. Like Marc said something and I need to know, is Marc also in a relationship with reader or did u imagine Steven only? 🫣🫣🫣🫣 I'm sorry if I'm thinking too much of it lol. I love my system a whole lot and I think about them often. 🥺🫣 was Marc present when reader and Steven had phone sex?
i have never been asked for lore before!! so this is making me SO HAPPY. i never really thought of the relationship with marc when writing it. honestly it was just a sort of "oh he's the one who works with steven" type thing.
BUT now that you brought it up, i can honestly see it being a tenuous relationship. it's not really there at first, but it grows over time. sort of in the time it takes for marc to really get used to someone and let them in partially. well that's how long it takes for reader to fall for him. so the relationship is definitely there.
as for if marc was present, i'm gonna have to say no on that. i want to say he probably took a step back and let steven have a break, just to be himself and not moon knight for a moment. just as steven does the same for him.
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babe my gosh I was reading your kinktober upcoming fics and I had to stop to send u this message. FUCK. you're telling me I'm getting a fic with Jake lockley my favorite man at the moment (for months really but who's counting) and not only that but it's thigh riding???? One of my favorite smut tropes or idk how to call it whatever and it comes out on my BIRTHDAY????? I'm fed. Thank u thank u thank u I already can't wait for it I know reading that will make my fucking day. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
this is the BEST news ever!! first off happy early birthday babes! i love seeing a libra queen winning in the spooky month of october! i literally just finished writing that fic and let me tell you...it's spicy af. jake lockley demands the most.
for you i shall give a sneak peak.😘🖤
“Missed this,” he mumbled against your jaw, hands spreading down to your ass, cupping you and pressing you down against his broad thigh. The same one that was between your legs, practically begging you to grind against it.
“Mmm,” you hummed, kissing against his shoulder, hands tangling in the curls at the back of his head. “Missed you.”
It had been a long week, barely any time spent with him. Which made this night special—your heart aching for the closeness you usually got with him. The tenderness in his touch, in his kisses. You were wrapped around him, pressing him into the couch, but that didn’t stop him from dragging you even closer. Wanting to feel as much of you as the small space would allow.
“You wet for me mi vida?”
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Okay this may be weird but like for some fucking reason everytime I listen to rauw Alejandro songs I think of legit dancing that shit with Jake lockley I'm 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 like super sexy and all that. I'm not sure if u listen to rauw but I just had to tell someone ndkdkdkdkdkdkdkd 🥹 I think I thought of u bc of ur fic that u had Jake and reader dancing very sensually. Ugh . 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈
My brain short circuited reading this. The fact that this is the second ask I have in my inbox about dirty dancing with Jake due to the heat. We're all on the same wave length huh?? It's gross outside, but I'm stuck daydreaming about wearing a sundress to rile that man up. I haven't heard much of his music, but what I do know is definitely the vibe.
Here's a playlist I made months ago which is literally called humid summer nights. It has the vibe I went for when writing that fic.
#witch aunt responds#stargazingcarol darling#jake lockley knows how to dance in a way that drives you insane#it's canon in my head#moon knight
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*cracks knuckles* okay I'm asking a few questions of the asks you reblogged. I had to write them down bc I wouldn't remember so here: pisces, Taurus, ascendant, Pluto and mercury. 💫💫💫💫 Sorry if these are a lot you don't have to do them all. 🩷🩷🩷
hello babes!!
pisces ⇢ what kind of art are you good at? (painting, dancing, singing, etc.)
i can paint pretty okay. i have a small portion of my bedroom wall i've turned into a personal gallery for my paintings. hopefully i can begin adding to it more cause the amount of canvases in my room is worrisome. i'm solid at dancing (but that's only for fun times with friends) and singing is only meant for roadtrip karaoke and when i'm cleaning. i think the other art i'm good at is crocheting and knitting. those are my favorite things to do. especially during fall.
taurus ⇢ what's your favorite food?
my sign! okay no but you ever run into a question that's kind of impossible to answer? i love cooking so fining a favorite food is hard. i'd have to say either...tacos or pasta. those are go to foods for me.
ascendant ⇢ do you believe in love at first sight?
i did for a long time, but not anymore. i think it's a beautiful trope to write and an even better one to read, but now i know love takes a lot of work and effort and it's not only based on a look.
pluto ⇢ tell something supernatural that happened to you
how much time do you have? i'll do a short one. when i was younger i remember i was passed out asleep and around 3am i heard a woman's voice in my room say hello. and around a few years later my sister said she heard a woman say hi in my room when she was there alone.
mercury ⇢ are you a talkative person?
with friends? yes. in general? no. i don't speak very often if i'm around family or people i'm not at that level of comfort with. i remember in middle school one girl thought i was mute cause i never spoke until she heard me with friends.
astrology asks
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Happy Halloween to the spookiest and coolest witch I follow!!! YOU!!!! I hope this is a good october for u 🌜🧡💀🎃 hoping this isn't a weird ask
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN/OCTOBER BABES!! I want you to know this ask made me smile so hard. I'm very honored to be considered the coolest and spookiest witch. Thank you🖤🖤
I am sending all the good spooky and lovely October vibes your way. I hope the month is going well.🖤🖤
#witch aunt responds#stargazingcarol darling#and this ask is absolutely not weird at all#i love seeing you in my ask box!
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babe you're always a witch. aren't u a witch irl too? Like you're witchy all over. 💫💫💫
I am one!! I'm your local bruja and honestly hearing I'm witchy all over is such a vibe. Thank you my love.🖤🖤🖤
angel, demon, vampire or witch vibes
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id leave at your shrine a sword, a lipstick and a CD player. 💿💿💿💿💿💿
I’d be popping up with WHATEVER you needed babes. That’s my kind of offering. I’d leave love notes in lipstick on your bathroom mirror. And play some good tunes during the witching hour. 😘🖤🖤
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