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I can tell when you’re near. It’s those dark strings that always presage your presence in my life. Always a temptation. Always some way to inflict a bit of pain. Wind blows cool and in comes a bit of rain.
I never thought of making you my enemy. But you’re my number one fan. Always in the stands. Out of my life for good - would my life then turn bland? I’m just trying to understand.
#darkness#presage#sense#presence#temptation#pain#dark strings#lha#reality#forever fan#1introvertedsage#intsa original#letting go#light#moth#fire#poetic#excerpts of#learning#writing#poetry#see
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY THE CHOSEN ONE
I'm late (again) to the party but y'know what they say. Better be late than sorry
Also wjdbeh it's been a while since I do these kind of comic style. I LOVE symbolism. Absolutely adore them. And I put A LOT in this one. From the flower language on Alan's frame, what the green light/objects are symbolising, etc. This is for my fellow symbolism enjoyers out there, have fun interperting 🎉
#alan becker#animator vs animation#animation vs animator#ava#ava the chosen one#ava the dark lord#ava victim#ava the second coming#ava yellow#ava red#ava blue#ava green#also the balloon strings looked like a cage#symbolising how the day of his creation is also the day he yearns for freedom
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Wallowing in the void of your absence, forevermore
#quotes#aesthetics#photography#art#sculpture#statue#fashion#dark academia#text#romanticism#yearning#the kiss#screaming into the void#star crossed lovers#star crossed#romantic academia#chaotic academia#dark academia aesthetic#light academia#love#unrequited love#red string of fate#aesthetic#moodboard#meaepost#renaissance
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#I wanted to draw tk too but I fell asleep#cookie run#dark fondue cookie#baguette cookie#schneeball cookie#croissant cookie#coffee candy cookie#maple taffy cookie#string gummy cookie#marble bread cookie
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tangle of strings
pianoteacher!anakin x student!reader
synopsis: mr. skywalker has been your piano instructor since you were fourteen years old. from the moment you met, you knew he was the one. he never expressed his feelings for you vocally, despite all the time you spent together. but after you turn eighteen and prepare to leave for college, he changes his tune.
w.c: 6.9k
warnings!! {minors dni}, dark content, grooming heavily featured, sexual content occurs after the reader is 18, p in v, fingering, oral, fem!reader, gentle dom!anakin, sub!reader, "loss" of virginity, jealousy, religious themes
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The piano is the only thing Mr. Skywalker told you that he loved.
He was never spotted with a girl or anyone for that matter in a romantic sense. He was always single, which never made sense to anyone in your small town because he is handsome. He’s always been handsome. His yearbook pictures from high school proved it.
When you would go over to his house for piano lessons, he would show you many things from his life, like his award cabinet, filled with every trophy and certificate he’s won from piano competitions or his yearbook photos. Those photos were one of the first things he showed you. It was one of your first memories of just you and him.
Mr. Skywalker takes a big stack of books off the shelf in his library all at once. Using his strength to balance the dusty books on his arms, he brings them to the reading table where you sit. He takes off the top one and opens it up before you.
Eventually, you find his picture. You cover your mouth as you giggle. He had thick glasses making him look like a nerd. But he was cute. So, undeniably cute to you. You wish he could be the same age. You would want to be his friend. You would want to kiss him.
If you were the same age, he could be yours.
“I wasn’t always like this,” he muses, his large body looming behind you as he looks over your head to gaze at the picture. “I used to be the kid everyone picked on. When I’d get home, I would write a song about how I was feeling. Some of those songs inspired the ones I play at my shows.”
When he talks, you gush. His warm voice is safe. He’s the kind of person you could tell all your secrets to.
And you did tell him everything you couldn’t tell your parents. You’d tell him your deepest secrets. Like the boys you crushed on. Or your new feelings of lust towards them that caught you off-guard as a teen. He understood you like no one else in the whole world. He was the first to know about your first kiss when you were sixteen. And he seemed… jealous when you told him.
“I don’t know how it happened,” you say. “One moment, we were talking and laughing. And the next thing I know, Drew is pushing me down on the bed to kiss me!” you squeal. “But don’t tell my parents. They’ll think I’m a whore.”
Mr. Skywalker pats your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I always keep your secrets. Drew is the boy in your history class, correct?”
You nod, amazed that he would remember. The last time you spoke of Drew had been several months ago. But he always pays attention to even the smallest details. That’s how you know he cares.
“I don’t know if he’s good for you,” he mutters, noticeably bitter about something. “Does he really know you? I think… he doesn’t. He’s probably just trying to use you.”
Mr. Skywalker is much older than you. And wiser. So you take his advice to heart. Maybe you shouldn’t see Drew tonight after all.
“How many times have you been kissed?” you ask him, your voice all innocent. Although your motives were anything but pure. While you might have just shared a kiss with Drew, there is one man who is truly the object of your greatest desires. You just haven’t found a way to tell him.
He shakes his head. “You know I’d rather talk about you.” That’s what he says when you pry too deeply into his private life, which only adds to your secret obsession
Anakin has always been the one thing that rivals your obsession with your instrument of choice. And it’s the only secret you kept from him all through high school because you knew he couldn’t possibly feel the same way about you.
Even if the small touches, the secret looks, and long hugs seemed to indicate otherwise. You were too afraid to ask him what it all meant. He never gave that kind of attention to anyone else.
And as an awkward teen, you were furious that you couldn’t express your love to him directly. You kept telling yourself that you would when you’re older. When you turned eighteen, you would confess to him.
Since you couldn’t tell anyone, even him, about this secret, you’d use the piano to share your soul, to put your feelings out into the atmosphere. When you play, no matter where you are, you feel him sitting on the bench beside you, watching over you.
He taught you everything you know now. He’s the reason you chose to major in Piano Performance in college to the great horror of your parents. But what did they expect? They watched you sacrifice your youth for excellence in your craft. The nights were filled with pools of tears, cries, and screams as you played until you got the part, section, or note just right.
When your fingers rest on the ivory keys, you feel him and nothing else. He’s your muse in every song you write.
The piece that won you a full scholarship to your dream university, you wrote it while thinking of Anakin. Your beloved piano teacher. Your closest friend. Your secret love.
He’d been in your life for so long, giving you lessons when you first showed an interest in music. How could you not love him?
He went to the same church that your family attended every Sunday. He played piano sometimes during worship service if the music minister was out on vacation or fell ill. Church was how your father met him, and they became good friends. He often came to your Sunday lunches.
Your mom always cooked fried catfish or fried chicken because that’s what your dad wanted. Mr. Skywalker, as you called him back in your high school years, would eat two plates of food. He’d say things like “I haven’t had a home cooked meal in years,” even if he was at your house just last week. You would laugh the loudest at his jokes. As you think about them now, you realize they weren’t funny, but you’re in love with him so it doesn’t matter.
After lunch, your parents would take care of the food and dishes, giving alone time with him. Like a young pup, you’d follow him outside on the back porch where you’d sit side by side on the creaky old swing.
“Do you cook or bake?” he asks you.
You haven’t the slightest idea of why he’d ask such a thing. You still lived with your parents. Your mom does most of the cooking. Your dad grills sometimes. “No. I get scared that I’ll burn myself.”
Suddenly, he reaches over for your left hand, the closest one to him, from your lap and holds it between his great palms. “Cold,” he whispers. He massages your fingers to revive them. “I wouldn’t want you to burn your hands. They’re so perfect… for playing.”
Anakin looks down at what he’s doing to you and his expression sours. At the time, you don’t know why. You wonder if you said or did something he doesn’t like because the mood changes instantly. He drops your hand and pats your thigh.
“You have piano hands, remember?” he reminds you. He smiles at you, and you feel secure again.
That’s exactly the thing that you always tell him. His hands spread out further than a whole octave, while you struggle to hit the two octave notes simultaneously without pulling a muscle. His fingers are long, and his palms are wide. You can’t compete with that.
You wonder what other things he’s good at with hands like those.
For the entirety of your high school existence, you pined and pined after him. He was always on your thoughts every minute of every day. You never grew sick of daydreaming about him. And on occasion that was reflected in your grades though you maintained a high GPA regardless. Every week was just your going through the motions of life mindlessly, only waiting for two short hours out of the week on Friday which was when you took lessons with him.
You lived solely for those two hours in which he gave you piano lessons free of charge. He said it was because you had such potential, but still to this day, you like to think he reciprocated some of your feelings even before he actually made a move on you.
For those two hours, you would sit right up against him on the leather cushion of the piano bench and play for him whatever pieces you were working on or things he assigned you from the previous week. He was never harsh with you even when you weren’t getting something.
You throw your hands on the keys, striking a dissonant chord that makes you both wince. Mr. Skywalker instantly pulls your hands away.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” he said with concern. “I promise you’ll get this. It just takes time. I know you practice too much as it is.”
“I want to be good! I want to be a star!” With that, you break down instantly and cry. He never minds when you cry in front of him.
“One day, you will be. I believe in you,” he soothes you, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head as if you belong to him. He hugs you. “We can try again when you’re ready.”
“Okay,” you say, leaning against him to hear the echo of his heart. His heartbeat is sensual to you, even at sixteen. You can’t explain it. These stupid hormonal feelings you have for him are so wrong. But when you look up into his passionate eyes, you see the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. You have to marry him. You have to.
From the time you were five, you were afraid of thunder and lightning. Terrified by it actually. The fear is still with you today. But it was so much worse in middle school and high school. You started taking lessons from Anakin when you were fourteen years old. And you were still such a child then. You remembered the time it stormed so hard during your lesson that you had to spend the night at his house because it was too dangerous for your mother to come pick you up. But that also meant you couldn’t hide your abnormal fear of a thunderstorm from Anakin.
He had this giant plush rug under the piano. When you asked him about it, he said that it caught the sound. At the tail end of your lesson, the night you had to stay over, lightning struck close to his house and spooked you so much that you shrieked and slipped under the piano, curling up on that soft rug like a scared puppy.
Anakin was such a sweetheart because he followed you there.
“Hey,” he whispers, rubbing your back, “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
You cry into your arms, hiding your face. “I know! I know it’s stupid of me. I just—”
“It’s not stupid. We all have different fears.” After he says that, he lies on his back beside you. “But I won’t let the storm hurt you, okay. We can stay here all night.”
And that you did. You cowered under the grand piano in his parlor all night long. That was the first time you ever cuddled with a boy, only he was a man almost twice your age. But that didn’t bother you. And it seemed not to bother him. He let you hold onto him through the night and squeeze him a little harder when you heard thunder. It has been one of your most precious memories of your piano teacher.
You had always known Anakin could be a little jealous. Any time you would mention your school friends the air would get tense, as if he didn’t want you to have anyone else in your life but him. He never said that, but he didn’t have to. There was always rage somewhere beneath the still blueness of his eyes, but his rage was never directed towards you until you told him that Drew wanted you to be his girlfriend.
You were seventeen. And you were so excited to have your first boyfriend even if you weren’t in love with him. At least people might not tease you for still being a virgin because it wouldn’t be so obvious. Anakin never did make fun of you for your innocence. He always said that it’s okay to wait until you’re ready or for the right person.
Immediately after you share the news of your official relationship with Drew, he freezes and closes the lid to the piano keys.
His jaw is tight. His voice is tense. “Maybe... we should be done for today.” He doesn’t even acknowledge what you said, as if he’s afraid to.
But you have no one else to celebrate with. Drew is a secret you keep from them because he’s not involved in church. “Did you hear me?” you press.
He grinds his teeth hard, and you hear bone against bone. Anakin nods. “I did.”
You nudge his arm. “Well?”
“Well what?” he snaps bitterly. He turns slightly to glare at you. “You know how I feel ab—about him.”
You roll your eyes. Anakin is a dramatic guy sometimes. “Drew isn’t that bad. He can be sweet. And he’s going to take me to prom!”
Anakin rises off the piano bench and pats down his black slacks. “So, you don’t care what I think then?” He’s staring down upon you with overwhelming disapproval. The muscles of his arms bulge when he crosses them over his chest.
Palms against the leather cushion, you hold yourself up. You notice yourself trembling when you realize that he’s not teasing you. He’s very upset... with you. Why would he be—does this mean—does he feel something after all?
“Of course, I do, Mr. Skywalker.”
“I told you not to get close with him!” he shouts. You’ve never heard him raise his voice at you. “He has bad intentions. He’s just a dumb kid. What does he know about loving you?”
You start to sob. “I’m sorry. I thought you might be... happy for me?”
He scoffs. And it sounds like you disgust him right now. “I don’t want to hear about him ever again. I don’t want to know anything about your little boyfriend. Do. You. Understand?”
Having him speak to you that way made you feel like a little girl. And you hated that feeling more than anything else. You knew that you were innocent, and you hated yourself for it because it made you feel inadequate to love the man you really wanted.
But now you’d do anything to have that innocence again. You didn’t realize at the time how free you once were. Growing up was harder than you thought it would be. It almost broke you.
You were lucky to have someone like Anakin to build you back up again, even if he was the one that tore you down that time.
After he yelled at you, you rushed out of his home as quickly as you could. The silence lasted a day. And then he drove to your house and knocked on your door. He held in his hands a bouquet of white roses and on his lips was the apology you were waiting for.
Nothing changed between you after that. Until your next birthday came around.
Up to your eighteenth birthday, your interactions were mostly harmless. But when you turned eighteen, an official adult, the tension between you had changed. The energies you both entertained shifted and became... dare you say... sexual to a degree. Anakin seemed to treat you a little differently now that you were fair game.
To celebrate your eighteenth birthday, he was there. In fact, he was the only one you insisted that mother invite. Not Drew or any of your school friends. Just Anakin. And he had to be there because he really was your one true friend. You couldn’t imagine celebrating your birthday without him. He was always a guest at your birthday parties, but he gave you a special gift this year, one so unforgettable that sometimes you hear it clear as day.
Anakin wrote you a piano solo. One that was simple, sweet, and addicting. You told him to play it again and again. After cake and presents, you made him teach you how to play it. You were very proficient now, and often could play things just by hearing them once. But the chords he chose for your song were unique and shouldn’t have meshed so well together. But they did. Just like you and him. Unlikely friends. Star-crossed lovers in your head.
The two of you stayed at the piano all evening, messing around with the song. By the end, you both had figured out how to layer the notes and chords in an even more perfect duet. Playing piano with him was almost the best birthday gift in the world to you. But it was not what you wished for.
You wished for a kiss.
But that would mean you’d have to tell him how you felt. And you were terrified. As an adult, now you could. It was more empowering than you thought it could be.
But you never did find a chance to tell me on your birthday. You were too afraid to ruin your night with a love confession. You know he would do the right thing and reject you, but that didn’t stop you from dreaming for the impossible.
When you walked him outside to his car—you insisted—your secret birthday wish came true. Not in the way you expected. But a kiss did happen. Your piano teacher kissed you on the cheek. Your face burned the whole night through. You couldn’t sleep because you wanted to know what it meant. He had never used his lips to touch any part of you before.
Physical contact had always been an important part of your bond with Anakin since the beginning. There were always the hugs that lasted just a little too long. And he seemed to always find an excuse to hold your hand. But he was your piano teacher, and the hand-to-hand contact always felt necessary and never strange.
But following your very special birthday, you found him staring at you a little longer, a little more deeply, and he seemed to always find an excuse to touch you, not in a sexual way but in a way that led you to believe the attraction wasn’t one sided.
He’d tuck your hair behind your ears, brush the side of your arm, and sit impossibly close to you that you swore you could almost hear his heartbeat. Anakin had never been hesitant to touch you before, but if there were any boundaries before, they were forgotten by him. And you enjoyed it. His new attention made you feel special and wanted. And that was all you ever wanted.
You began to touch him too. And seek physical attention from him. You would nuzzle his arm. Slip your fingers between his. Tap your shoes against his. He’d always notice, and he always hugged you or kissed your cheek in response.
You two were getting closer than ever before. Sometimes... you would barely touch the keys, getting lost in conversation. At this point, Drew and any other boy you were interested in before might as well have been dead. There was only room in your heart for Anakin.
And you had discovered a way to tell him without using your fragile words.
You sit on the bench waiting for him to get off the phone with his mother. She called him shortly after he let you in. About ten minutes later, he comes back.
“Sorry. I was worried she was in trouble,” he says, taking his spot beside you. “Now, where were we last week?”
“We... didn’t really go over anything.”
He bites into his full lower lip with a mischievous look in his eyes. “What are you paying me for then?”
You laugh because you’ve never once paid him for his time. You nudge his thigh with yours. “Honestly, I don’t really think there’s much more you could teach me.”
He raises a brow. “Oh really?”
You nod. “Actually, I’ve been writing something for you.”
His jaw lowers, and his mouth hangs open slightly. “How long have you kept this secret?”
“Since my birthday.”
He slips his arm around your back and rests his hand on your hip. “I’m impressed. Show me?”
You gulp heavily. That had been the plan today. It is ready for him. He’d never judge you even if it were bad. But you know that it’s not. You know that he’ll know what this piece means. He knows you too well. He’s too perceptive of everything. You wrote it in his favorite key, C minor.
With your hands a little shaky, your fingers glide softly across the piano and press down powerfully in chords. Through music, you profess your love. Anakin sits beside you and waits for you to finish. When you do, he’s waiting, staring with tears thickening his dark eyelashes. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t say anything, but you know... he knows how you feel.
You tug on his shirt, drawing him closer. A war of heart and mind reflects on his face. He’s doubting what he wants. His resistance is half-hearted. It isn’t long before he scoops you up in his arms and kisses you. This time his mouth is on your lips, wetting them, and tugging them apart to fill you with his tongue.
Drew was never this good. His mouth was sloppy and tight. Anakin kisses like he’s done this a thousand times before. And he kisses like he wants you. Like he’s wanted you for such a long time, despite how wrong you both know that is.
He holds you down in his lap, and you hug him tightly, carding your fingers through his dreamy hair. You start to feel lightheaded because you haven’t been able to breathe, but you don’t want to stop him. If you stop him, he might think and realize that he doesn’t want you anymore.
But you’re dying. Turning blue. You tap his shoulder. And he stops devouring you. His lips sparkle when he smiles. “Too much for you, baby?”
You sharply inhale, finally catching your breath. You shake your head. You want more. You need it. More isn’t even enough.
You spend the whole lesson entangled with one another until your mother comes to pick you up.
For the next month, that’s all you did. Kiss and kiss and kiss. Breathe and breathe and breathe. And kiss some more. You wondered why he was waiting to take you to his bed. You wanted that with him, but he never asked you to go that far. He seemed afraid. Even when his affection was overflowing in passion as you always knew it would be, it was clear that he was holding himself back. Did he need you to tell him what to do?
Your make out sessions extended beyond just your lesson time. Whenever he would come over to your house, he would go upstairs with you to your bedroom, and you’d end up tangled in the sheets. Though with every item of clothing on. Your parents never suspected anything was happening to their young, virtuous daughter. They trusted him completely. And so did you. You would have done anything he asked of you no matter the risks.
Even at church, he’d find a way to get you alone. In the girl’s bathroom. During the preacher’s sermon.
Anakin lifts you onto the sink and spreads your legs out so that he can fit between them and get close to you. Thumb under your chin, he tilts your face up to his. He grins before going in for a kiss.
Your lavender baby doll dress rides up your thighs as he inches closer. He presses up against the crotch of your panties. The dampness is cold against your tender flesh. His erection only grows as the friction between you builds, your bodies rubbing against each other in a clothed attempt to satisfy yourselves sexually.
And now you’re glad you waited and didn’t mess around with Drew like he wanted when you were together. Because that means Anakin could be your very first.
He freezes up when you try to unbuckle his big belt. Anakin looks at you strangely, almost disturbed by your actions.
You lean to his ear and whisper, “I. Want. It.” You had thought your seductive voice would be enough to cast him off the edge of all hesitation, that he’d bend to your will and give you what you want.
But all you did was kill the fire.
Head shaking, he backs away. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
And you didn’t see him for nearly a month after that. But you don’t regret what you said. You were tired of just endless make out sessions. It seemed so immature, and you knew you were ready for something real.
All of those memories, those beautiful capsules of your favorite times with Anakin, are the reason you find yourself on his doorstep, a quarter till midnight in the pouring rain.
Complete desperation.
You took your moms car without permission just to drive over despite the threat of a storm. And you’re still deathly afraid of them. But you came anyway. Because tomorrow, you’re leaving for college. You might not get another chance to fix things. Death would be better than living another moment without him.
“You haven’t been answering my texts or my calls, Anakin.”
The door is barely cracked open, just enough that you can see his pale face. Dark circles surround his rainy eyes.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he mutters, not even making eye contact.
Thunder echoes behind you. The wind blows your hair around. Leaves rustle, filling the silence between you both. It’s going to storm soon. You had been stupid enough to drive to his house just before a storm. But you couldn’t take not knowing what had happened to him and why he was dodging your calls.
The eyes that used to linger a little too long won’t acknowledge you even as you stand in front of him.
“Why are you being like this? This isn’t you!” you nearly scream. You’re so afraid that he’s not only pushing you away but also ejecting you from his life completely, as if the memories you share can be erased. He’s engrained in almost every memory you have.
“It can’t happen. Go away.”
He tries to close the door on you, but you stick the toe of your right shoe in the crack before it shuts.
“Please… please don’t do this.”
Anakin’s eyes are bloodshot as if he’s been crying. “What I want isn’t right. I can’t do it. I don’t know if I could live with myself after.”
Does he really hate me so much? Is that the truth? Perhaps it’s your naivety, but you won’t let him go so easily. You have suffered in silence for nearly a decade, pining after him, waiting for him to reciprocate the depth of your feelings. Your hands shake as you reach out to him. If he would just… hold your hand like he used to, then maybe everything would be alright.
Your fingertips brush against each other. You feel the spark instantly, and it travels down your spine, leaving you wanting to touch him more.
“What about what I want?”
Anakin blinks several times before he speaks. It’s as if he didn’t consider your feelings in this decision. “You’re… not in a position to see things clearly. You’re—”
“Don’t say it!” you exclaim, squeezing your fists. “I’m not a child. I’m all grown up. And you know it. You see it.”
Anakin sighs a long time, his eyes scanning down your body. “Of course, I see it. But that doesn’t make it okay.”
Though you can never overpower him, you still try to force the door open. “Just let me in. We can talk. Just let me talk to you.”
Anakin’s frown is firm, and his stillness enforces that he’s not backing down. “I don’t know. If I let you in… if you cry… I’ll want to hold you. Then things might happen. I don’t know if I can control myself around you.”
Hugging yourself, you gaze upwards, into eyes that finally meet yours. His eyes reveal his mourning, his grief, his lust. It’s the latter that sends shivers through your body. The knowing that he wants you is more than you can take.
“I don’t want you to.”
There.
You said it.
You have told him exactly what you want. And if you hadn’t made it painfully obvious before, he knows now that you’re no longer thinking like a little girl.
Following a sigh of defeat, he backs away from the door, and you move in.
All the lights are off in his home. He must have been sitting in the dark like a vampire. The piano lid is open. He never left it open unless he was actively playing.
Anakin strides across the room to seat himself on the piano bench. He taps the spot next to him. “You’re right.... We should talk. Talk. Nothing more.”
Sitting beside him here feels like the most natural thing in the world. Here, you’re not afraid to speak from the heart. He’d never judge you even if he disagrees. But you’re not so sure he disagrees this time.
He wants you too.
“I couldn’t let you go back. I can’t believe you drove in the rain.”
You shrug. “It’s just rain. The storm hasn’t—”
The windows flash like they would in a horror flick, and thunder comes after. With a whimper, you grab onto his arm.
“I can drive you back home once we talk,” he says emotionlessly, gently pulling you off him.
But you double down and grab his arm, tugging him back again. “Don’t push me away.”
He doesn’t do it again. He stills. And sighs. “That’s the last thing that I want to do.”
With your chin resting on his sleeve, you look up at him, wide-eyed. “Just kiss me like you always do. And don’t think about it.” You stretch your arm out and fiddle with the top button of his dress shirt. “I’m not thinking.”
His chest rises and falls with his breaths. He doesn’t stop you as you unbutton his shirt.
When you rise on your knees, you’re at eye level. He’s so much bigger than you even now. He makes you feel so small. Holding onto his arm, you lean close and peck his clean-shaven cheek. He winces as if you pricked him with a needle.
“Angel, I shouldn’t.”
You kiss him again, closer to his lips, almost tasting him. “It’s me. Don’t you want me?”
Finally, he turns and looks in your eyes. Then at your mouth. “Don’t tell anyone. You... understand how this might look. What they might say about—”
“I’m good at keeping secrets,” you whisper. “What’s one more?”
You finish unbuttoning his shirt for him. Taking care of him feels good. You run your fingertips down his chest and his abdomen. His bare skin. It’s soft and warm. Suddenly, he grabs your wrist.
“Cold hands,” he murmurs. He takes your hands between them. He rubs his hands over your fast to warm them with friction.
“Sorry.”
Still rubbing your hands, he stands and leads you to the back of his grand piano near the flashing window.
Any other time, you would be trembling in fear because of the loud storm, but tonight you’re trembling because of the new feelings bubbling inside you. You’ve never been so aroused before.
“Can I hold you?” he says as pulls you into his embrace.
You can hear his steady heartbeat and feel it pumping right against your sensitive ear. Your piano teacher holds you against him and tangles his talented fingers in your hair. He sniffs your neck before taking a bite. His teeth pinch your flesh, and his tongue soothes you. The pain he leaves in several spots along your neck means that he’s marked you as his.
Your own heart is racing at lightning speed. You can’t think. In his arms, you’re helpless to his whims. You need him to tell you what to do. All you want is to please him.
“I’ll do anything,” you whisper to him so weakly you question if he hears you.
Anakin slowly unzips the back of your dress. “Consider this a teaching moment.” His voice doesn’t sound like it usually does. The undertones are sultry and possessive. “I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to—” He stops to pull down your dress, and his eyes wander over your pretty body. You wore transparent lace underwear and a matching bralette. He can see everything you hide from the rest of the world.
And he tells you, “You’re perfection.”
That makes you want to kiss him so badly. You try to lift yourself to reach his lips, but he’s too tall.
“Be patient,” he chides. “I want you to lay down first.” He guides you under the piano.
You lie down on your back atop the giant rug. Instantly, relaxation takes over as you remember all the times you used to lie here with him, hiding from the storm. Never did you think this would be the place where you’d give yourself to him. This must be meant to be.
He follows you after fully undressing. His body is every inch a man’s. His size makes you feel so small. He runs the risk of crushing you with his weight.
Lying on his side, he looks down at you, watching his own fingers running under the elastic of your lacy panties. “Take these off and spread your legs.” He whispers kisses to your cheek. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
Nodding, you do as you’re told and wiggle out of your underwear. He snatches them from you and crunches them in his hands before throwing them over his shoulder. You proceed with fanning your legs open. The air is frigid as it touches you.
Anakin is looking where no one else has. “I’m so proud of you for waiting. Saving yourself just for me.”
You gasp as he kisses you between your legs. He kisses you there for a long time. It feels strange and wonderful. The feeling building inside you makes you moan and your toes curl. You feel so good your body aches. You hear your own heartbeat. You breathe but can’t find relief. Nothing soothes the need inside you but his mouth, his lips, his tongue. And before long you hit the breaking point, pleasure storming through your body from your place beneath him. Your cries are dampened by the thunderous sounds outside, but he hears you. He stops to look at your face. Making eye contact with him heightens the vulnerability of the situation. The intense way he looks at you burns. He notices every little change in your expression.
Anakin knows he made you feel good, but he still asks, “Did you like that?” He brushes the wild strands of hair away from your face. You know you’re precious to him. He sweetly kisses your forehead. “I like your taste.”
Your cheeks are seared by that comment. You cover your eyes, not wanting to let him see how he’s affecting you. “I did like it.”
“Do you want to do more?” He kisses your lips this time, and you taste yourself. “I don’t want to push you if you’re not ready.”
“I am ready!” you lift your head up and cup his cheek. “Don’t make me wait longer. I’m leaving tomorrow.” You bite your lip, knowing how dangerous what you’re about to say is because of who you’re saying it to. “Do you really want some college guy to be the one who gets me first?”
As if trying to reject the image you gave his mind, he closes his eyes and tightens his jaw. “No,” is his short answer. From the way his lips are pressed together, you know he wants to say more, but he’s saving you from his own selfish anger.
“Me either.” You rub his cheek with your thumb. “Anakin,” it feels right to call him by his first name instead of Mr. Skywalker, “I’ve waited for you. I always knew this would happen.”
He chuckles lightly. “I never gave you permission to use my name. Don’t forget—” he grunts as he slides two of his fingers between your slick folds and pushes them inside, “your manners, young one.”
These same fingers were the ones that rested atop yours when you were first learning to play piano. They pointed to the right key when you played the wrong note. They pointed to the sheet music to guide you along for all these years. They held your hands when they were cold.
And now he’s using them to teach you something new. But he’s just as skilled at fingering you as he is with music. You’re like his new instrument. He’s plucking all the right strings in just the right way to make you cry out for him. With your body pliant, he controls when you come. He doesn’t make you wait for it. He uses his thumb too and nudges until you come. It’s wetter than the last. And he instructs you to lick his fingers off when he’s done.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asks again. “Don’t hate me for asking.” He hangs his head a little.
What he doesn’t understand is how insatiable he’s caused you to be. There were so many times you thought you might explode from how desperately you wanted him. But now it’s okay if that does happen.
“Keep going. Please,” you beg. You’re not ready to stop. You’ve waited for this moment since you were fourteen years old. If it were up to you, you’d live here forever.
“If that’s what you really want,” Anakin moves from lying at your side to settling himself between your legs.
“It is,” you reassure him. Holding onto his neck, you pull yourself up a bit. “Can you kiss me too?”
He grins before pushing you down, his large hand spread out over your soft stomach, and he chases your lips as you fall. You’re partially distracted by his mouth as his cock slides inside you. You had expected it to be more of a challenge, all things considered. Throughout high school, your friends always complained about how much it hurt their first time. Some girls bled too. And that had scared you, which is one of the reasons you never took Drew up on his many offers of a “good time.” Deep down you knew he wouldn’t treat you right. But Anakin clearly is experienced with having sex. Maybe he wasn’t as alone as you thought he had been all those years.
This being your very first time, it does sting when he fills you completely, his bony hips pressed against yours. You feel the tightness and the stretch. But you enjoy how it feels. You’re so close to passing out just because this is as close as you can get to someone.
Anakin rocks in and out slowly. Maybe he can feel that you’re tired. He’s being gentle with you despite how much he wants to rail your cunt to shreds. You can tell when he’s holding himself back. He has that weary, pained look in his rainy eyes. A part of you wants to tell him that it’s okay. Let go. But you both know that you couldn’t handle the full extent of his lust.
“Can I come inside you?” he asks before sinking his teeth into a bruise along your neck.
Short of breath, you answer, “I said... anything.”
“Okay,” his shaky voice whispers. He buries his face into the curve of your neck and moans your name into your skin. He pulls your hair gently as he finishes, his heat spreading through your core. It’s so much that you feel it leaking out.
After, he holds you there all night long. He doesn’t let you leave. And you wouldn’t want to escape.
The three words he says to you as you leave his house the morning after, you realize that he’s lied to you all the years you’ve known him.
The piano isn’t his only love or his only obsession.
It’s an outlet, and yet a mask for his sin nature which you understand more deeply than any other girl ever will.
He’s kept his real obsession hidden from everyone but you.
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🦇Hexoween 2023 masterpost!🦇
1 - Button eye
2 - Bloody desire and its consequences
3 - Demon shop and dark deals
4 - Sea of Monsters
5 - Sisters of the Night
6 - Ominous Children
7 - Curse of the Full Moon
8 - Secret of the Antique Talisman
#myart#traditional art#folktale#hexoween#hexoween 2023#artists on tumblr#illustration#button eye#bloody desires#demon shop#dark deals#sea of monsters#worm on a string#sisters of the night#fairy#ominous children#curse#full moon#talisman#secret#dark art#occult art#folklore#floral pattern#watercolor#werewolf#vampire girl
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Worm Off The String.
#artist#art#colorful#digital art#procreate#funny#digital aritst#worm#worm on a string#worm off the string#silly#dark art#dark#creature#creepy#Horror#horror art
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Quick things I made with the comic creator (203/?)
#the 3rd one is the one i’m the most proud of#my text#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run ovenbreak#tea knight cookie#eclair cookie#teaclair#rougefort cookie#phantom bleu#earl grey cookie#croissant cookie#string gummy cookie#timekeeper cookie#pitaya dragon cookie#clotted cream cookie#hollyberry cookie#pure vanilla cookie#dark cacao cookie#golden cheese cookie
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Tee-Bee-Dee Crookeds (+Tweezlee) + some random lazy-ass doodles
Have a small drawing book; have small characters; have me draw; goes off topic; dies
I keep on running out of spaces to write their names and models on ☠️
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I know what they do.
#the walking dead#the ones who live#dailyflicks#tvedit#richonnegifs#twdedit#towledit#tvarchive#danai gurira#michonne grimes#andrew lincoln#rick grimes#otpsource#richonneedit#romancegifs#richonne#dailytwd#usersource#chewieblog#usertelevision#love this episode so much but they were making me WORK! All that dark lighting 😩#this clip is pure fire & desire#one of them is almost always looking at the other's lips; even when she's walking away#they're like magnets; the way their heads tilt in the same direction it really feels like they're one flesh; connected by invisible strings#and the mirroring in gif 2 as she tries to connect with him before he severs eye contact and tries to break her pull#and the mirroring; she moves; he moves#but even as he tries to suppress it; his whole body pivots towards her as she pulls away; his desire is like gravity#a force beyond his control that will always pull him no matter how far he tries to run away
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headcanon that people of the islands sleep schedule is like, four hours later than average.
they wake up at mid day, and sleep well past midnight. kids begging their parents on weekends to pleeaaase please let them step up just a little longer to watch the sun rise. early-riser visitors / tourists having to adapt to their horrid schedule because stars forbid theyre up and about at 10:30.
#radio rambles#isat#in stars and time#the island north of vaugarde#is that a tag? idk#anyway.#random thoughts go!#im imagining like. streets full of people and string lights at markets even though it is waay way dark#pretty imagery yknow??#i imagine as well they might utilize down-turned lanterns / lights to minimize light pollution#stars are important after all…..#uhmuhm uhm if new years is still a thing in universe#it would most likely be celebrated by feasting! since it would take place around their dinnertime anyway#(im thinking that their schedules are still. the same just. shifted lol)#(also yea i know people feast for new years anyway but. but. whatever whatever hfjdd)#uuuhh#mmmmm#bit of a stretch but might also explain siffrins sleeping habits…#ofc they have been Off the island for a while but. travelling on their own for so long… it would be silly. if his body just. never adapted#uhuhuh#ok i think thats all#ask me question if u want 👍 theres no real substance to this hc i just think it would be neat#or!! add on!
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Dark red
(Bakugou x reader)
Warnings: fluff.
(Emotionally constipated Bakugou, oblivious and shy reader, grumpy x sunshine trope. Puerto Rican-Japanese!Bakugou, Afro-Latina reader, Bakugou wears hearing aids.)
Inspired by the song "Dark red" by Steve Lacy.
In Bakugou's defense, this was completely a normal way to feel about you. (He's completely head over heels and is a lovesick puppy.)
When Bakugou sees you, he feels that warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest as his mind goes blank, completely absorbing your presence. He goes crazy sometimes, only being able to think of you. Suddenly, he experiences cute aggression on a daily basis. And it's all your damn fault.
But he wouldn't have it any other way. He enjoys imagining you every time he zones out. He swears he almost gets dizzy whenever you give him that damn, pretty smile of yours. The ones where your dimples show, and your eyes sparkle and the way your-
"I think of her so much it drives me crazy."
He remembers when you both first met. You were both about 4 when your mom's introduced you two. He won't ever the way you both stuck together. He even made you both friendship bracelets. Except he made them completely red, having the red string theory in mind as his 5 year old self made the woven jewelry.
Bakugou would never admit to a soul that he loves tolerates you. But he won't deny that he adores seeing you smile and laugh. And he completely melts when you jump happily or fidget in excitement. He can't help but smile every time he sees you smile. A warm feeling in his heart whenever he thinks of you. Oh, how he never wants to let you go.
"I just hope she don't wanna leave me."
He watches you from afar and how he's surprisingly grateful that he gets to sit behind you during class. You're so... perfect. The way your tan skin glows in the sun, the curve of your nose, those curls of yours, and oh, those mesmerizing eyes of yours that light up when you see him.
You're a goddess among mortals. And he never thought he could fall even more for you except when he heard you speak Spanish for the first time. He swore you could feel his heart thumping in his chest and his entire face go red. And he felt almost angry at himself when he stuttered in trying to respond back to your words.
No, he wasn't bad in Spanish. He could speak fluently and learned his culture from his mother, who was Puerto Rican. And it didn't help that his old hag of all people was the only one who knew about his gigantic crush on his childhood friend, which infuriated him, to say the least. (Which made him take off his hearing aids to avoid his mother's constant teasing.)
But he couldn't help but feel frustrated when he couldn't grow the balls to at least attempt to flirt with you (which he practices every day in his head). He gives Itty bitty subtle hints that he likes you, always treating you like the queen you are, not being rude to you, and even letting him hold his precious All Might card when you're sad (Which he never lets anyone see or hold.)
Sometimes, he feels hopeless because he has a feeling that you're waiting for him because he knows that you would overthink and probably try to bury these new feelings deep down. He knows you better than yourself. He knows every single detail and habit of yours. He knows that you overthink and that you're scared of messing up and that you try to move on with a heavy heart. (Which he hates because he's trying to stop being a pussy and confess.)
"Don't you give me up, please don't give up."
He's yours. He's always been. He can't remember a day that he hasn't at least daydreamed about you. You're on his mind. You have your own special corner in his heart. You have his entire soul without you realizing it. You're his warm and precious sunshine. His corazón.
Oh, he hates it when you cry. It's like a painful ache in his chest that he can't cure unless he sees you smile again. He'll do anything. Absolutely anything for you. He isn't the best at comforting someone, but that changes when he's with you. And if you're crying because of someone, oh don't worry! He'll make their life a living hell. Absolutely no one, or anything upsets the love of his life.
"Honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby."
If you'll let him, just let him inside your heart. He'll make sure to feed you his cooking and make sure you stay hydrated. He'd make sure to take care of you, cuddle you, kiss you, and engulf you with the overwhelming love and affection he has for you. He's going to protect you. He always has, except he will have the ability to publicly do it and make sure no one messes with you.
He already has hand-made gifts stored in one of his drawers, knowing your love for anything hand-made or gifted with love and thought. He's ready to write all those poems and make sure that you know how much this man adores you. He's not good with words. But for you, he would definitely do his best. Why? Because it's Bakugou fucking Katsuki. And he always does the best.
He knows he needs you. And he knows you need him. There's only you. Katsuki will never, and I mean never, leave you alone. He knows you're strong, smart, and independent. He loves that about you. And this boy may have problems, but he knows that your sweet, loving smile and kindness will help him become a better person.
You make him want to be a better man, and he will be. Because you deserve the utmost best in this world. Bakugou Katsuki is absolutely determined to become the best. For you, his baby. He loves you. You're his sunshine. And he won't ever stop until everyone knows that. The only thing that matters to him is the everlasting love you both share.
"Only you, my girl, only you, babe,"
"Only you, my darling, only you..."
(Part 2, maybe?...)
#katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugou#bhna#mha#dark red#fanfic#dynamight#red string of fate#i need motivation#any ideas?#song of the day
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When you think about it, CROB Y/N Cookie at their job at the TBD is essentially a harem anime, but everyone is just a tad whimsy and silly.
You got your waifus AND your husbandos.
#cookie run#cookie run x reader#cookie run x you#cr x reader#cookie run ovenbreak#crob x you#crob x reader#time balance department x reader#time balance department#croissant cookie x reader#marble bread cookie x reader#maple taffy cookie x reader#schneeball cookie x reader#timekeeper cookie x reader#dark fondue cookie x reader#baguette cookie x reader#coffee candy cookie x reader#string gummy cookie x reader
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So @rainyearthquakestudent asked if I had any ideas for a backstory for The Other Mother from Coraline for the spooky season...
I don't have a whole story, sorry, but I have had one little thought floating around my head for a while, and figured it would work to share it now.
So longtime fans of Coraline will likely know that a big inspiration for the book was a short story published in 1882 by Lucy Clifford called "The New Mother"
(Also retold in the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark series as "The Drum")
In the tale of two sisters who meet a strange young girl who plays an instrument called a pear drum, that creates wonderful and strange music. The girl says she will give the pear drum to the sisters--but only if they are very very naughty.
The mother of the sisters warns them that if they continue to misbehave she will have to leave, and a New Mother will come and live in the house, one with glass eyes and a wooden tail.
The sisters visit the pear drum girl three times, and each time tells them they haven't been naughty enough. At last they push too far and their mother leaves. The strange girl laughs at them, says they'll never earn the drum and that their New Mother is waiting for them.
The sisters return home to find that the New Mother with her glass eyes and wooden tail is indeed there, and though they try to keep her out she manages to push in. The girls flee into the woods, forced to live on what they can scavenge, while the New Mother takes up residence in their old home...
So my thought for the backstory of the Other Mother we meet in Coraline, is that she is the strange girl with the pear drum in the story--and daughter of the New Mother.
We know from the Coraline book that the Beldam canonically once had a mother:
"How do I know you'll keep your word?" asked Coraline. "I swear it," said the other mother. "I swear it on my own mother's grave." "Does she have a grave?" asked Coraline. "Oh yes," said the other mother. "I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl out, I put her back."
I wouldn't want to explain everything, I think that the mysteries of Coraline are part of the fun, but my thought is that these Beldams are a type of malignant fairy type being. They prey on children, getting them to make deals with them in order to draw them into their web and eat up their lives, using various modus operandi. But they always have something about the eyes that give them away, and they're always looking to replace someone in the human world.
The house that the New Mother gained from the two sisters is the house that Coraline would eventually move into. By then of course the Other Mother has usurped her own mother, and been somehow locked away into that pocket dimension attached to the house, so she can't move in the human world as she once did, having to rely on her rat spies. (Possibly, her imprisonment is due to her having eaten a fairy child in the book, I could see magical repercussions coming down for that). But she's still doing her best to push on with the Beldam life cycle.
#asks#my art#coraline#the other mother#the new mother#the beldam#spooky season#Halloween#(please ignore the fact I drew too many strings on the pear drum it should only have 3)#lucy crawford#Victorian weird fiction#Victorian stories#scary stories to tell in the dark#non disney#laika
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Очередной винегрет из печенек (иногда забываю выложить сразу, бывает.)
#cookie run#cookie run ovenbreak#crob#fire spirit cookie#maple taffy cookie#timekeeper cookie#croissant cookie#string gummy cookie#baguette cookie#coffee candy cookie#schneeball cookie#dark fondue cookie#marble bread cookie#candlelight cookie#crowberry cookie#habanero cookie#blue slushy cookie#art#fanart#sketch
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Solas's loneliness after the Inquisition - and the moment of saving lavellan from trouble :)
#my mind contemplates solas's life after the inquisition and his time at the lighthouse#i want to believe that he watched over lavellan not only from the fade#but also protected her in reality when she needed help#even if she didn't remember it#i added a scene where solas saves lavellan when she gets wounded#lavellan couldn’t have had a peaceful life#and he never forgot her#i really like his duality of darkness and tenderness#which constantly tugs at the strings in my mind#moodboard#solas dragon age#moodboard dragon age#dragon age#solas#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age inquisition#solamancer#solavellan hell#solasmance#solas x lavellan
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