#i hate them i hope they explode /j

[loser-onl1ne]

a beast only a monster could love

[citrusclowncircus]

gave nero piercings for fun + tiny dante and neros

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

reading the comments of OI stories is so unpleasant sometimes like 😭 i hate seeing people rage and curse at characters who aren't the protags. bro it's not their fault that they're antagonists and they're not even THAT annoying lmao

[wantart1]

Guys guess who loves minecraft and is a loser? (Hint: It's me) I love Petra. Pretty woman please, please save me pretty woman.

I hate them so much guys I hope they explode soon /j

[joedirtymadre]

Sandwiches - Part 1

LAW X READER. FLUFF. (Taking requests 📲 pls send em 🧎‍♀️)

It’s been a few weeks since the captain of the Heart Pirates came aboard. However… I never really thought that this would be the result of the alliance. I’ve noticed that Law really likes hanging around me, not sure why… but as soon as we boarded he seemed to have liked being alone or unbothered.

Then one day…

“Hey (Y/N)!” Luffy called out as I had just finished creating some new outfits for the crew. “What’s up?” I asked. “Can you ask Sanji for some food? He banned me from the kitchen because the other night I raided the pantry,” Luffy said with a defeated look. “And I’m so hungry,” he whined. “Hmmm… I’ll try my best, but you know if I ask for too much food he’ll get suspicious,” I smiled. “Alright!” Luffy cheered and ran off to hide, in case Sanji caught him scheming a mission.

I walked into the kitchen, “Hi Sanji,” I smiled and waved. “(Y/N)-chwann~” he cooed as he was chopping some ingredients. “Hi Sanji, mind if I make something? Just some sandwiches,” I said. “Sure, but if you want I can make you one real quick,” he said as he placed the knife down. “No! It’s ok, I got it. Plus… Law asked me for one so I wouldn’t want to interrupt you,” I said the first thing that I could think of. “Him?!” He said angrily. “Don’t be angry Sanji, plus I’d hate for you to stop the meal you’re preparing. I’m really excited to try it for dinner,” I smiled and grabbed the objects from the fridge. “You’re so sweet (Y/N)~! I’ll make this one of the best dinners ever,” he said and continued preparing the dish. Phew… anyways, now let’s make some sandwiches.

I made enough sandwiches for each crewmate, except for Sanji- he said he’d rather wait until dinner. I began passing a wrapped sandwich with a glass of juice to everyone. Everyone said thanks and happily took the sandwich and juice from me. I then sneakily walked over to Luffy who was hiding in a barrel, “Hey Luffy! Made you some sandwiches,” I smiled. “How many?” He drooled. “5 of them, I hope that’s enough until dinner,” I said and handed them the wrapped sandwiches. “Wow thanks, ok now can you cover the barrel again? Before Sanji sees me eating?” He asked, I laughed and quickly covered the barrel. I had 2 more sandwiches, and decided to go find the mysterious doctor.

I found him in the library, leaning back in a sofa chair asleep. I quietly placed the sandwiches and a glass of juice on the coffee table next to him. I was about to walk away before my curiosity peaked. I looked over at the large fluffy hat that was covering his eyes, “Just one touch…” I whispered. I slowly walked over and stood in front of the sleeping doctor. I gulped as my hand slowly crept closer and closer to the fluffy white hat. So close… and finally contact! “So soft…” I smiled. “So cute,” I said. “So you think I’m cute, huh (Y/N)-ya?” Law asked as he tilted his head up to look at me. I stood there frozen, then felt my face burn up to a billion degrees. “N-No I was j-just-“ I stuttered as I backed away. “Wow, all shy and flustered, huh? Guess you must really like me?” He smirked. My face felt like it was on fire, and my head started spinning. “W-Wait hear m-me out- Ah!” I slipped while taking a step back, but instead of hitting the floor I felt an arm snake around and caught me. My eyes opened and were faced with a very muscular torso… they then lingered up to see a smirking man. “Falling for me now, are we?” He smirked. “I-I-I-I,” I blushed, and my head went back to spinning in circles. “I think she busted a fuse,” I heard him chuckle. I pushed him back, “I made you some sandwiches, I hope you like them!” I yelled and ran out of the library or else I’m gonna explode.

Back to now…

Ever since that day he hasn’t left me alone… and it’s honestly not too good for my health. I never realized how flirty he is… he’s almost as bad as Sanji, but more bolder. It’s dangerous… So dangerous that I have decided to hide from him or else my heart might actually explode. Now I'm under the dining table, hoping he won’t find me. I’ve been here for 30 minutes, so I think I’m in the clear… I finally let out a sigh of relief. Then suddenly I see a blue color surrounding me, “Room,” I hear and before I know it the captain of the Heart Pirates is over me, his frame pinning me to the floor. “Really (Y/N)-ya? Hiding under the table now?” He chuckles. “It’s cause you-!” I immediately shut my mouth. I hear footsteps, a couple of them. I look over and see Luffy’s, Usopp’s, Chopper’s, and Sanji’s shoes. I look up to Law who is staring back at me with a smirk, I frown angrily in return. “What’s up with that look, (Y/N)-ya?” He whispered in my ear, making my body fill up with goosebumps. “You! You keep-!” I stopped once I heard. “Did you hear that?” I Usopp asked. “Huh?” Sanji asked, annoyed. “Anyways, hurry up and help me move these food items to the pantry,” he said and showed them some boxes. “Roger!” The 3 said and began moving the boxes. “You should really whisper, unless you wanna get caught,” he whispered. “Fine, you just don’t know when to stop teasing people!” I whispered angrily. “What are you talking about? You’re the one that called me cute,” he smirked. “I meant the hat!” I whispered. “Then why do you get so flustered around me?” He asked. “I-I… I don’t know…” I blushed and avoided his eyes. “Come on, just say you like me,” he smirked as he noticed the goosebumps on my skin. “You’re just teasing me,” I frowned. “And? It’s cute seeing how flustered you get,” he says softly. “C-Cute?” I asked, feeling my face heating up. “Yeah, and it looks like you like being teased,” he said as he analyzed my face. “I do not!” I whispered. “You’re just a bully,” I huffed. “Yeah, but only to you. I like your reactions,” he replied as he leaned down and I could feel his breath hitting my neck. “I bet you wouldn’t like it, if I teased you back,” I frowned. “You? Tease and bully me? That’d be a funny sight to see, (Y/N)-ya,” he chuckled softly. “Oh yeah? Well then…” I blushed, as I cupped his face and forced him to face me. He had a surprised look on his face, for only a second, “Well th-“ I interrupted him. I pulled him into a deep kiss, I felt as he tensed up from the sudden contact, but quickly relaxed into it. After a few more seconds we finally pulled away from each other. “I told ya,” I smirked. “Man you sure like to rile people up, don’t you (Y/N)-ya?” He smirked. I don’t think that was a good idea… I looked over and realized the boys were gone. I took this opportunity to snake out of Law’s grasp and jump out from under the table. “Hey!” I heard him say, and heard a hard THUMP come from under the table. “Oh no, are you ok?” I asked, being a habit of mine. He peered out from under the table and looked devilish. “You look fine!” I said and quickly ran off. While running off, I realized something… it is kind of fun to tease him back.

[geordikisser]

brat taming | tanner | 18+

epilogue: you have a horrible potty mouth and tanner doesn’t necessarily miiiiind that, or at all ever! until it’s towards him and he loves a power struggle soo ^_^ he doesn’t mind proving you wrong.

content contains! biting/marking, degrading, power struggle, jealous! tanner ..

⤷ afab anatomy used but gender isn’t specified! sorry ..

petnames used: sugar, honey, babe, baby, hunnybunny, slut, whore

you were live and playing some overwatch on tanners set up. he was downstairs, watching on his laptop. you were on dps and played tracer. you weren’t doing entirely horrible but your team was horrible. ☹️

“yall say hear me out and it’s on a conventionally attractive character bruh shut up.” you say mid laugh as you see the big fat ‘defeat’ on your screen. you felt so tempted to explode something. you join team chat and immediately shit on your team with every diabolical and tos friendly insults you can think of.

something you said made tanners stomach knot up. in a negative way .. the way your other teammate endorsed it sexually made him extremely like .. jealous?? is what he would call it.

bigTstreamingservice: WOAH!!!!!! ❌❌ BAD!!!! DONT SAYTHAT!!!!! 👎

“tanner shut your yap!! i say what i want. bitch.” you imitate a spit sound as you enter the practice range, now bored.

bigTstreamingservice: oh word 🤨

he types in chat as you snort. “on lone. tuh.” you emphasize you smacking your lips.

tanner finds himself getting up and walking to his room shortly after. you were searching on youtube for a subway surfers game footage to entertain your chat as you tell them a story. you’re laughing your ass off as you tell some random ass story.

“my name is larry ‘jamal’ croft winston.. i’m 17 years old.. —“ you quickly were cut off by an unsettling noise behind you.

you hear the door crack behind you, slowly spinning around in the chair. “hellou.” you say calmly. tanner can’t help but laugh his ass off. “THE ENERGY SWITCH??” he screams as you scoff. “WHAT ENERGY SWITCH? I NEVER SWITCH UP.” you say in a specific tone that just adds fuel to the flame of his laughter. “YES YOU DO?” he smiles, exhaling heavily.

he pulls a chair and sits besides you, towering over you slightly. “how’s it cooking, good lookin’.” he smiles at you all goofy. “you tryna find out?” you grumble. “100%. are you muted?” he asks as you double check quickly before giving him a ‘no’.

“bye.” he replied, smiling a bit. “i forgor..” you drool as he takes the mouse and reopens overwatch. “overwatch time!! i’ll coach you.” he huffs confidently. “girl there’s footage of you playing overwatch, i think i’ll be good.” you side eye him as he gives you a dimly look back.

“dude. shut up.” you stammer as he lets out a laugh. you queue up for a game and tanners hand ends up on your inner thigh, squeezing it comfortably. “DON’T TOUCH ME CREEP!!” you exclaim, loud enough for someone next door to hear it. he jumped and slowly turned to you, unhappy.

you begin to get frustrated at overwatch slowly and started slamming your hands on the desk like a little toddler and trying to reason with tanner each time you died or did a terrible play, him smiling and nodding.

“i hate you omg, I HATE FLASHBANG.” you whine as you squirm in your chair. he huffs out a breathy laugh as he fixes his hair, pulling it back. “who could hate this?” he says comically. “ME!” you retort almost instantly.

eventually, stream ends. you wrap it up due to tanners unsettling aura at the moment, you hope what you said didn’t actually upset him.

you turn to him and smile, “hai.” you coo out as he smiles in return. “hey hunnybunny, how are you?” he asks as he reaches for your thigh again, holding it gently. “i’m alright. overwatch sucks without friends..” you sigh out. he grimaced slightly.

tanner recently developed jealously problems that he was self aware of. he never saw himself as a jealous person, he’s really goofy and silly! until he got with you, he never realized how jealous he got over small things anyway, it was mild at the moment. he wishes he could’ve played with you instead of issac. (the person you played with)

“you could’ve played with me y’know.” he grumbled, attempting to hide this feeling. he trusted you and isaac equally, he had no reason not to. but it’s inevitable for him he feels.

you look up at him with a raised brow. he analyzes your expression and scratches the back of his neck. “cuz.. i can carry you.” he smiles awkwardly, his gaze leaving yours. “you sound a little green-eyed there tanner.” you grin.

“stop.” he groans softly as he turns away entirely. “you jealous, baby?” you lean forward. he sits there in a resentful silence.

his brows remain furrowed. “you upset isaac is better at overwatch than you?” you egg on. he slowly turns to you. “the same guy who screams when he isn’t healed in one second. that isaac is better than me.” he said more as a statement that question, laughing slightly.

“does 10-10 ring a bell.” you look away like you’re thinking. he sits up and looks at you with bitterness in his eyes, a cocky grin smeared on his face. “baby.” he started. you hum in response. “don’t start this with me.” his breathing hitched. “what are you gonna do about it, hm?” you raise your brow with a grin.

within a instance, tanners hands were on your waist and pulled you into him, kissing you gently on the lips. his tongue exploding down your throat.

you were taken aback from the sudden action and melted slightly into the kiss. realizing his plan.

you pull away quickly, your hands on his chest. “wait.” you scowl. “i see what you’re doing!!” you jump up, his hands slide down off your waist. he raised his brow confused. “what am i doing, sugar.” his tone laced with confidence. your lip quivers as you feel your face heat up. “tanner..” you huff, quietly. he stands up, towering over you once again. he slowly begins to back you up to the bed as you stumble back onto the bed.

your eyes examine his body, the bulge dented in his pants and the pattern his chest heaved up and down in. he was pent up.

“did you want this, tanner?” you grin as he rolls his eyes. “you can cut this act cuz we both know ill shut it down real quick, honey.” he sits down besides you, turns to face you and leans over. kissing you sweetly. you begin to straddle on top of him and holding his face as the kiss gets more passionate and passionate. the bulge in his pants evident against your own crotch.

tanners breath hitches as you grind against his bulge. he leans back slightly as you continue to grind against him. you smile cockily at him as you kiss his jaw. “you’re so sweet for me, tanner.” you say between kisses on his jaw, lowering to his neck. he lets out a little whimper as he begins to grip your hips slightly after. helping you grind against him.

“fuck..” he pants as you caress his cheek. he tugs at the rim of your sweats and you kiss him one final time and begin slip off your own pants, your underwear remaining.

“good..” he smirks as he pushes your back against the bed, taking you aback. you gasp as he is on top of you. “don’t act cute, such a slut.” he giggles as he slips off your undies. “i’m gonna make you forget your name, sweetheart. :3” he kisses your neck, leaving a very prominent mark on it. he lowers his head & begins to tease your hole. his tongue tickling you perfectly. you gulp and let out a heavy sigh, coming out in a shaky tone.

his hands gripping your things as he licks around your clit. you practically chew down onto your lip as your back arches into his mouth. “tanner..” you pant as you told the back of his head and begin grinding into his mouth. he stops.

“nuh uh, sorry baby.” he lifts his head and removes his hold from your thighs and holds your wrists. “you want me to abuse your sweet clit, right?” he hums. you look away, pride slipping down the drain. “y—yeah..” you huff, your eyes shut tightly. “look. don’t touch.” he removes his grab he had on your wrists previously & slaps the side of your thigh. you yelp, growling lowkey afterwards. he giggles as he begins to tongue fuck you. his attention being to your clit and then fucking you with his tongue simultaneously.

“you like that? you like when i fuck your sweet hole with my tongue?” he drags out as you can only whimper in response. “fuck… you—..” you manage to squeeze out as he pulls away to bite your thigh. “keep it cute, slut.” he spits on your abused cunt and sits up, taking off his pants. you flinch at the impact of the spit.

his hard cock flings out & he begins to stroke himself. he lets a string of spit fall to the tip of his cock and covers his cock with his spit. “you ready, baby?” he smiles at you. you nod in response. “no? awww that’s a shame.. you can watch me stroke my hard cock infront of you then.” he pouts slightly. you furrow your brows. “tanner..” you murmur. he raises his brow, humming as he acknowledges you.

“stop being a dick.” you spat in response. he smacks his lips and shakes his head. “no no no baby, that’s not how you answer.” he lowers down to your collar bone and bites down. you exclaim and he covers your mouth.

”tell me you want this dick, like a good whore would.” he pants as he continues to bite down on you. he lifts his hand from your mouth, “i-i want your cock, tanner.” you sob out as the bite marks begin to hurt more. “such a masochist.” he lifts his head and kisses you gently on the lips. “good slut.”

he puts his tip in slowly as his cock melts inside you completely. he groans out as he begins to thrust immediately, giving you zero time to adjust. you didn’t deserve it in his eyes.

you begin to drool and tear up. tanners thrusting pattern is ingrained into your hole. he begins to tend to your nipples and suck on one and tease the other one with his hand. you were already pretty close due to him teasing your clit previously. “m’close..” you whine out, pathetically. he gives you a cute smile in return. making your stomach knot up. “i love you, t—tanner..” you coo out, drunkenly. your tears staining your cheeks. “love so much..” he cries out, squeezing your eyes shut.

“i love you more, baby.” he smiled at you, kissing your cheek, now your lips. you reach your climax, moaning into the kiss. he smiles into the kiss as he pulls away. panting slightly. he pulls out and places his cock on top of your crotch and his cum drips out all over your stomach.

he lies besides you and kisses your shoulders. cuddling you as you feel woozy, recovering slowly but surely. “my sweet baby, took my cock so good for me.” he mumbles between kisses as you try to cuddle into him. he stops you immediately. “wait wait!! i don’t want my jizz on my bed.. let’s get you cleaned, ‘kay?” he grins awkwardly as you whine. “okay..”you huff as you sit up. your belly covered in cum. “my pretty pretty baby. so gorgeous.” he smiled ear to ear, as he leads you to his bedroom.

[42spideys]

— RE2 Leon’s alphabet!

self indulgent thing for leon scott kennedy because he’s my wife and my girlfriend and i love him more than you know

warning: kinda angsty, m.reader (ftm), black coded reader, chubby reader, scars are mentioned, leon is emotionally constipated probably, he’s so unbelievably awkward

enjoy !! ૮꒰ ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

A = Affection

he’s not very physically affectionate, but my god he will shower you with praise and gifts!! he also would make little trinkets for you to keep, like charms for bracelets, phone cases, and key chains. he also LOVES buying you stuffed animals since he likes seeing them in your room when he comes over.

he isn’t very big on physical affection since he’s scared he’ll accidentally hurt you, but when he is ready and willing to, he will hold pinkies with you when you guys are out somewhere as a small gesture of trust.

B = Best friend

you guys would meet and become friends during the job, after all it WAS you and his first days and rookies so a spark naturally started. but he would be such an awkward friend, like people would think you’re holding him hostage type of awkward. he would always be kinda and considerate but again, he’s super fucking awkward and has TERRIBLE dad jokes.

C = Cuddles

he likes cuddling surprising, he finds it calming to have your body weight on top of him. even if you tell him you’re scared of crushing his ribcage, “if i die i don’t mind, it would be a fine death.” it makes you worry about what’s wrong with him, but he just needs you that close so that he can hopefully meld himself with you so you guys could be one!

D = Domestic

he would absolutely love to marry you bust he’s scared of losing you, he finds it better to being just a couple than marriage. he thinks it won’t hurt as much if you do end up leaving or dying early if you guys are just a couple.

but he already acts as if he’s your husband, cooking you delicious meals and cleaning up here and there. he always feels the need to move so him doing those small things for you makes him feel accomplished and happy, he’s just the cutest uouhfjdhd

E = Ending

if he were to end things with you (which i highly doubt but wtv) it would be as gentle as he possibly could muster. it would honestly be more nerve wracking for him since he’s scared of you hating him or cutting him off forever, again i don’t think he would ever want to break up with you but if he had to it would be gently.

F = Fiancé

leon definitely want to get married but he wants to wait for a very special moment and not in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse, yknow? he thinks that gross undead creatures and a giant creature chasing him isn’t the best proposal spot, he wants to propose on a pretty beach when he feels he’s mature enough.

G = Gentle

leon treats you like you’re made of glass sometimes, he tries to prevent the most minor things from hurting you. sleeping in the bed with him? he’s putting a pillow to the side that has the floor. reaching for something? he’ll get it for you or pick you up to get it. he is absolutely overprotective towards you and it’s adorable.

H = Hugs

he is a really awkward hugger but he loves hugs, he just has trouble with hand placement. he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable or seem like he doesn’t wanna hug up to you, he also refused to let you hug him after the raccoon city day without him taking a shower first.

I = I love you

he said it in front of the facility as soon as it exploded, he really hoped you didn’t hear him…but you did! he says it on the daily, sometimes you think he just says it to say it. you hand him his phone from a different room? i love you. you hold the door open for him? i love you. it’s his favorite phase for you!

J = Jealousy

he’s absolutely jealous, but not in the “super hot dude pinning you to a wall” type way but in a “pls look at me instead pleasepleaseplwaseplease” way. he is absolutely whiny when you give other men attention, he’ll awkwardly stand behind you and hold onto your pinky as you continue conversation. he tries to be intimidating but he looks to much like a puppy to any other person :(

K = Kisses

he loves kisses, he’s always kissing your hands or your head but he feels like he has to earn kissing you on the lips. if you have any scars he’ll love kissing those to! but if you were to give him a kiss, aim for the cheeks. cheeks kisses make him go completely red and make him all warm and fuzzy inside.

L = Little ones

he’s very strange around kids, he’ll give a little head nod or a wave to them if they’re staring at him. but other than that he would prefer to stay away from children, they scare him more than zombies do.

M = Mornings

he’s always bright and early doing something around the house, by the time you wake up he’s in the kitchen focusing far to hard on trying to flip the perfect pancake. anything to make sure you have a nice and well balanced breakfast, so it has to be perfect damnit!!!

N = Night

he likes to have you in his arms at night, he thinks feelings your heartbeat on any part of him is therapeutic. he sleeps after you fall asleep though, he wants to make sure you get a good nights rest and is willing to sacrifice his own sleep for that to happen.

O = Open

he started opening up a couple months after you guys got together, he’s very open about everything that it’s a little scary. again he’s awkward so it makes everything else like the execution a big strange, but he would rather die than lie to you for no reason.

P = Patience

he’s a semi patient person, he has his limits especially if you or him are in danger. aside from this he is very much a normal little guy!

Q = Quizzes

he knows EVERYTHING about you, it doesn’t matter if you told him or not. he reads up you files once and awhile just to see your younger pictures cause he thinks they’re cute and dorky, he thinks he’s being a creep but he just can’t help it!! he wants to know all about you!!

R = Remember

by far his favorite memory he remembers is when you kissed all over his face when you saw him again, you had thought he died and he definitely wasn’t expecting an ambush of kisses to the face. he couldn’t even look at you after that he was so red faced and embarrassed.

S = Security

leon is overprotective as hell, he has to remind himself that you can also do stuff without exploding or dying. he just can’t help it, you’re so important to him and he would feel horrible if you hurt yourself when he could’ve easily prevented it.

T = Try

he always tries to go all out for anniversary’s and holidays for you, he thinks you’re the most precious thing in the world to him so he wants to treat you like gold.

U = Ugly

he has a really bad habit of cutting you off or not listening to you all together, he doesn’t mean to but it happens more than he likes. it makes his heart hurts when you’re talking about something you love but suddenly go quiet when you realize he’s not paying attention, he apologizes profusely and gives u big smooches :((

V = Vanity

he isn’t concerned with his looks at all, he just makes sure he doesn’t smell bad when he’s around you and makes sure that his teeth are brushed before he kisses you.

W = Whole

you are literally the only thing he has left, he would kill for you if it was necessary. he feels as though he would just stop working as a human if you guys broke up or if you died, he needs you to be with him so he can feel whole.

X = Xtra

he really likes biting your cheeks while making a loud “ OMOMOMOMOMOMOM “ noise, it makes his heart flutter when he hears your laughs and he just likes how your skin feels in his mouth.

Y = Yuck

he hates smelly things, he would outright reject you if you smelled like wide open ass.

Z = Zzz

he whimpers in his sleep, it doesn’t matter if he’s having a bad dream or not he’ll just start whimpering and whining. when he does this just put your hand on his forehead and he’ll be okay.

[eikichi-supremacy]

ik ppl hate fictional deadbeat moms but im an avid enjoyer. my feminism knows no bounds truly/j

like i get it she did a bad job. but shit she still did a job that's for sure!! like. she did it do you understand. 14 year old girl is pregnant. it's disgraceful. a shameful stain on her family. yusuke doesn't seem to have grandparents or anything so besides yusuke's bio dad she's got no one. and then when yusuke is a toddler the father disappears and considering who he is and what he's like that's probably for the best. gonna go out a limb and say that yusuke was maybe 4 or 5 when his dad cleared out so. at 18 and entirely alone. atsuko looked down at this little thing. this baby because he's still a baby to her this is a baby who only has her. Not even 4 feet tall with the biggest brown eyes looking to her for everything because he quite literally has no one else.

he doesn't know she's a failure yet. he doesn't know people will look down on them just because he exists as he is. he doesn't know how hard this is going to be from now on. all he knows is he loves his momma

so she doesn't cry. she just meets his big innocent eyes and goes "it's just you and me kid" and yusuke doesn't know that that's a sad thing.

so she takes care of him the best she can and it still sucks but yusuke doesn't know what the standard she should be held to is yet. for a small time she is the greatest and best person in his world and he's the only one who thinks so

then he meets keiko and her parents and finds out that his normal is actually dysfunctional and that his mom actually isn't all that great. that living day to day in the bottom of a bottle isn't healthy. so she's no longer praiseworthy but this person he's responsible for. just like that the roles reverse. because while she was all yusuke had yusuke is also all atsuko has. he doesn't respect her but he still punched the motherfucker in the mouth that called her a tramp. she taught him how to do it.

atsuko comes to terms with the fact that Yusuke doesn't really need her anymore, probably never did so she doesn't bother to care when he skips school or beats whoever he wants to a pulp or gambles because at 14 she was expecting so what the fuck can she really say about him. he sneers at her as he makes her coffee. atsuko lights another cigarette

it feels like betrayal when her son dies. at 14 she had him so how can he die at a sorry age like that. i wasted my teenage years on you for what? so you can die and leave me here? you fucking brat. how can she recover from this? yusuke was all she had. he hadn't looked up at her with an admiring gaze since he was 7 and stopped hugging her goodbye soon after but still he was hers he was hers and then he was gone

but then he comes back. and she doesn't get much better as a mom or as a person really. she tries harder than before maybe (keeping him in school) but yusuke never expected her to. he's made up of her bad habits and uncaring attitude but he's so much better than her. became something good something strong despite how shitty of a job she did raising him.

she's not proud because she has no right to be but something like it tugs in her chest when she sees him feeding the people he cares about at his little ramen cart looking as happy as the first time she'd taken him out to park.

yusuke's dad suggests taking another crack at the whole family thing and she wants to laugh in his face. the only family she'll ever have is that little boy who's stronger and braver than she'll ever be.

she doesn't want to see him laying cold in a casket ever again. he's meant for life, a soul as bright and durable as his. atsuko hopes he lives to see the sun explode

[tapwater118]

thoughts. many thoughts. interesting thoughts. spoilery thoughts!

spoilers for ii2 15 and bfdia 14

ii2 15:

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDDDDDD

the song hopy shit i love inanimate insanity. i will listen to this for five billion years. mepad you are such a real one. taco………………… EUGH she hates herself she actually thinks she is irredeemable. mepad help her she needs therapy. NFDNWHWBDURBSBS

i was unfortunately spoiled by lightbulb being eliminated, but not baseball. the double elimination was still a surprise

can i mention the fact that lightbulb was crying after going through the portal. SHE MISSED HER FRIENDS SO MUCH EUGUFHHGUG

i hate mephone i hope he explodes /s mephone stop being interesting you’re killing me

suitcase better win. she’s put up with too much shit to not

bfdia 14:

unfortunately spoiled for pin getting her face/size back BUT NOT THE MECH SUIT BABY LETS GO GIRLY IS BACK. dude coiny he, purposefully stopped the wheel on that slice. he. he could have had her just win the show with that other slice but he didn’t because HE KNEW THAT WASNT WHAT SHE WANTED. IM SICK. DONT DM TO ME DONT PREGNANT MAN REACT ME WERE THROUGH /j

i saw taco get new voicelines and smiled reeeeaaaaalll big :))) having the eliminated contestants host was actually really interesting i wonder where they’re gonna go with that. i wonder how theyre gonna get these guys out of the way for bfdia 15. love that spongy was legit just chillin on the beach love that for him he deserves it

golf ball got eliminated so now i must jump off a bridge. i hate it here. please make far in tpot gb i need you to

this challenge was so fucking funny it makes me want to merge without looking. love that freesmart still look after each other even when split up. love that for them. bubble was here yay! nickel and tb actually have a really good dynamic i hope they keep that pairing into next episode

love it when pin sets the badbitchometer to one billion urck. unfortunately ruby and book are the only ones ufe so now i must jump off a bridge. UGH

nothing here really contradicted my theories so expect evil leafy analysis as soon as i don’t have to where this ugly fucking dress shirt anymore

[yummycrummy]

I hate them and I hope they explode slash j

[candiedyuzu]

more soukoku doodles!!

i hate them so much i hope they explode /j

[tonybicyclestark]

https://www.tumblr.com/tonybicyclestark/762127755198513152/reviving-my-sideblog-for-ironstrange-i-was-bored?source=share

Oh wow! This is going to be so much fun!!!!! I really like the idea and I am so excited for you and to see where it goes.

Umm I feel like I am spoiled for options there is so much I am curious about. Did they first meet at a conference? Or are we going back to childhood? Ooo I cannot see Stephen being calm about iron man yes tony stark no or well watching the love of his life handle a nuke through the wormhole....but on the flip side imagine tony freaked out of his mind not knowing if stephen is safe in the aftermath. This is going to be sooo good 😌 so so good

ok so you sent in many questions & scenarios, so ill answer them briefly first.

1. they meet right before IM1 at a medical conference/fundraiser and Stephen was volunTOLD to be there as punishment for something by Metro General and didn't want to be there initially.

2. Let's just say Tony never had the chance to even look at the report because Stephen deemed it not worthy of attention. Even years later, he will GO OFF about that report & Fury at the drop of a hat.

3. Stephen did NOT take the nuke thing lightly.

4. Tony constantly stressed about Steph just as much because Steph (even while being a civilian) wouldn't back down from facing whatever Tony was fighting with him. Here's a ficlet because the inspiration hit me:

"Sir, shall I call Doctor Strange?" JARVIS spoke softer than Tony had ever heard him say before. Tony's heart clenched painfully at the reminder that he's leaving Stephen behind. He'd promised his husband he wouldn't just die on him without telling him again. But he'd hoped he never had to make the call ever. Especially not so soon after the last time. Tony had only wanted more time. God how he wished they'd had more time. That clearly wasn't in the cards for them. He didn't want to make the call but he's promised. It was written into their vows and Tony was nothing if not true to his word, especially to Stephen. "Might as well." Tony stated simply, keeping the fear out of his voice. "Patch in directly to his watch-gauntlet J." Tony knew there was a chance Stephen might not pick up. But he only ever removed the watch gauntlet for surgeries and procedures, so Tony was banking on Stephen still having it on today in this chaos. The call rung for a few seconds as he put all his strength into making the turn up the side of the tower. Just as he almost clipped the building, the call connected, and Stephen's voice came through. "Tony?" Stephen asked quietly, almost as if he'd been holding his breath until then. Tony had never hated himself more than in that moment. He didn't want to say goodbye. "I never wanted to leave you behind. I'm so sorry Stephen" Tony bit out quickly. "Tony? Please don't do this." Stephen rasped. He must have known what Tony was preparing to do then. Tony counted his blessings that he didn't need to explain. "I have to baby. There's no other way. I love you so so much Stephen Strange-Stark." The portal grew closer. "I love you too Anthony Stark-Strange. Please come back-" The call cut off as Tony entered the portal, leaving New York far behind as he ventured into the abyss of space. He let go of the missile when he could no longer hold on, letting go of the only thing that had kept him moving. His eyes stayed locked on the scene before him for a brief few seconds until the ship exploded. With the phantom voice of his husband pleading for him to come home in his ear, Tony shut his eyes. With his last breath, he apologized softly for breaking promises he never should have made in the first place.

[dinsdjrn]

everything i wanted | j. miller | track two

track one | track three | masterlist

bodyguard!joel AU

AU!Joel x singer!f!reader

summary: I'm scared to death I'll scream your name and still there's not a thing I would change. That's okay, but I think about it. rejection never gets any easier, but we all find ways to move on. [w.c: 4.4k]

tags for the series: 18+, minors DNI, angst/fluff/eventual smut, sarah's dead (plot), ellie is alive, parental manipulation/abuse (maternal) (reader is in a classic love bombing abuse cycle please note the mother is not redeemable), depression, drug and alcohol use, sobriety, stalker behaviour from a fan, will update as i go, this ones gonna get dark but it will have the happy feel good too! as always if anything is missing tell me and i will add it!

a/n: i am back from vacation and ready to write the days away. this one is for @tightjeansjavi who keeps me going and reminds me not to quit.

track two - think about it

It always felt weird to record a song that struck a chord close to your heart. You were pulling on the most exhausting day of your life, and it wasn’t even entirely yours anymore. It had been polished and produced into something you recognized, but not something you knew and understood. It was a frustrating, but undeniably, good song. It held some of the grit you craved, whilst keeping the image that was carefully curated for you.

Overall it had been a successful morning in the studio and your complaints were for you to bury alone. When everyone had taken a break to grab a coffee and come back with fresh ideas, you stayed behind to send a small clip to your parents. 

[Audio Message]

Finally a complete song for the deluxe!! Can’t wait for you to hear the rest :) 

Your dad loved the message, all you got back from your mom was a ‘Call me’. 

You sighed making your way out into the hallway where there would be better reception. To no surprise Joel was just outside the door of the studio waiting. 

“I’m just making a call, uh, to my mom,” you said, not entirely sure why you explained it to him. 

“Do you want some privacy?” He asked. 

“Oh, oh no, it won’t be long. Sorry, I just didn’t know-“ you rambled, cut off by your phone buzzing in your hand. You swiped to answer it, now flustered from the most meaningless interaction with Joel.

“Hey Mom, How’d you like the clip?” You asked excitedly. 

You slowly sat down on the floor across the hallway from Joel. 

It was something that could go either way, but you were hopeful your excitement would deter a rude remark. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She spat. 

“What?” Your voice dropped, clearly defeated. 

Joel looked at you perplexed. You just rolled your eyes and sighed. 

“This isn’t a hit for the deluxe! Telling your fans you hate them is no way to make people WANT to listen to you,” She exploded, completely missing the point of the song. 

“Well you’ve just heard a bit, it’s about more than that.”

“It’s not what it’s about, it’s how it’s perceived.” She was condescending. 

“Okay, sorry mom.” Your voice broke.

“Well don’t make me out to be the bad guy, you asked for my opinion. At the end of the day it’s your album and whether you sink or swim is up to you,” Her tone was sharp and quick. It dug into your mind in a way only she knew how to do. 

You weren’t sure why you put up with her anymore, maybe you felt guilty, maybe she is just under a lot of stress, maybe, maybe, maybe…

“No, you’re right,” you sighed wiping tears away, “We’ll work on it.” 

“Love to hear it sweetie. The next one will be it I’m sure!” Her tone changed again, giving you emotional whiplash. 

“I have to go, the studio is going back in.” You lied.

“Go on! Make a hit! I miss you!” She promptly hung up before you could reply. 

As the call disconnected you felt the tears welling in your eyes spill over. Her words didn’t hurt you like they used to, they frustrated you to no end. 

“Fuck,” you whispered. 

You weren’t paying super close attention to your surroundings, but you felt a presence sit next to you on the floor. 

“Hey, hey, it will be okay,” it was Joel talking to you, comforting you. 

“I’m sorry, she is just so fucking frustrating,” you leaned your head back against the wall. 

This was so beyond what you’d ever expect of him, but it was comforting nonetheless. Your heart swelled at the sentiment. You weren’t one to really crush on anyone, but Joel had this gravity to him that pulled you in. 

“You’re okay, she has no idea how amazing it is,” he continued softly.  

“What?” You asked, confused at this new softer side of Joel. 

“The song, it’s great. I know people are going to love it.” He offered a small smile.

“We won’t know until it’s out there,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“Well I know, for a fact, one fourteen year old girl is going to love it,” He continued, “Hell I’ll probably hear it so much I’d pay you to take it off the album for me.” 

You offered a sympathetic laugh for his attempt at a joke. 

“Ellie?” You asked. 

“Yeah, the kid loves you, it didn’t connect until well… we got here.” 

“What made you finally recognize my music?” You asked out of curiosity. 

“The album on the wall, I’m pretty sure we have it on vinyl. And I’m fairly certain that vinyl rarely leaves the record player.” He rolled his eyes, they were softer than normal. 

You weren’t sure if it was out of sympathy for your pathetic display, or fondness for discussing his daughter. Either way you liked this side of Joel, it tugged at your heart. His complexities making your mind wander, you want to see him, really know him. 

“Well, she is welcome here anytime,” you said. 

You placed a hand on his crossed arms, it sent a chill down your arm and spine. Just a touch sent you into a frenzy. Your hand lingered and the silence drew on for just a moment longer than it needed to. Joel cleared his throat and it brought you back. 

“Thanks, uh, yeah thank you,” he turned away from you standing up. 

You had stopped crying and stood up to meet Joel. 

“Thanks, for being there. Well, and boosting my ego,” You smiled making your way to the door behind him. 

“Anytime,” he said with some southern drawl. 

You didn’t spend much more time in the studio that day. Your head wasn’t in it anymore and everyone could tell. You also had drinks with James to get ready for. Once everyone called it an early day you headed home to change and get ready for a night out. He didn’t say anything the entire way home, just like the day before. Joel followed, he kept his distance, staying in the common spaces looking somehow both devastating and intimidating. 

“Joel,” you breathed, dizzy and giddy from the atmosphere and the alcohol in your system. 

When you had agreed to go out, you only committed to one drink. Then one drink turned to four, and pounding back drink after drink made the world fade away. The booth gossip no longer interested you, you took James by the hand and made your way to the dance floor, Joel following suit. 

“We should get you home,” he stated, attempting to shuffle you back to the table. 

“This could be fun, if you let it! We could make the most of a bad situation!” You threw your head back and laughed. 

You brushed your hand against his arm. This was bold and unlike you in all aspects, but you were letting go. Letting go of the past 3 days, letting go of the past 5 years, letting go of every rational thought you’ve ever had. 

“No, you don’t know me. You’re drunk. I’m here to do a job, nothing more, nothing less.” He pulled away from you and forced you back to the table. 

“Joel, you don’t understand. I haven’t felt like this for anyone in a long time and you have to tell me you feel it too.” Your tone growing serious, accusatory.

What he said next sent an arrow straight through your soul. It was sobering and rejection hadn’t hit this hard in a long time. 

“I don’t, there is nothing between us. If you got caught up with me that quickly you’ll get over it twice as fast.”

His words winded you, you were too drunk to read him, but you tried. There was no sense of regret, mistruth, no sense of anything really. He was cold as the moment you met and it was harrowing. You’re sure if you were sober you’d see nothing but a cold, uncaring man. 

You had never felt a pull like this from anyone, and in the short time you’d known one another you desperately wanted to believe he felt it too. That’s all it was though, desperation. The first person in so long that made you believe that they might care about you, even if it was just for a paycheck. In less than three days he had treated you like more of a human than half the people you had met in the last five years. 

“Take me home, now.” You whispered. Unable to look him in the eye.

So he did, like any security detail would, he got you into the car with minimal disruption from paps. Not a word was spoken between you, the silence warped to your despair. Being turned down so blatantly was something you were used to from labels, but never like this. Never with someone you felt such a connection to so quickly. 

In the car your phone buzzed, you thought it was James asking where you went. It came from an unknown number. 

You can leave, but I will always follow…

It was definitely from the same person, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care. This was your secret to keep. You didn’t want to come off as overly dramatic as your mother had previously accused you of doing. So you deleted the message and moved on, it wasn’t like it was a note at your door. 

When you got back to the apartment you made your way to your room without a word, stumbling down the hall. You didn’t want to cry, not for this. You wanted to sleep and hoped that this night would become a hazy memory, bound to your drunkenness like a secret. 

You stared at the bathroom mirror hoping that at the very least you could harness this feeling into capital. The thought made your palms clench and chest tight, you felt like you were suffocating. It sent you into a spiral you hadn’t felt in a long time, the fear of failing, not being good enough overwhelming you. This album was eating you alive and all around you you were surrounded by rejection, from Joel, from your mother, from your label; every direction pulled your head below the water in a new way. 

You hadn’t had a panic attack in years. You reached in the cabinet for your meds, you hadn’t needed them in so long, but as the tension in your chest began to build you felt yourself slowly losing control. 

Gripping the counter you let this feeling fester until it slowly passed. All you were left with was the fading buzz of the drinks in your system becoming a sleepy haze you were sure to regret in the morning. 

The next morning, the night before wasn’t brought up. It was almost unnerving how cold Joel was toward you but somehow he came off as indifferent. You knew any trust or relationship you had built was officially gone. Nothing left but ruins in your wake. 

By noon, he was gone and his relief Will Jones had arrived. Will was an older gentleman who clearly kept up with himself over the years. He was warmer than Joel and would make conversation the same way you’d make it with your dad. You knew you’d get along fine, but he also wasn’t Joel. 

You weren’t too keen on conversation, somewhere between the dull ache in your chest and your hangover you’d forgotten

your kindness. So Jones gave you your space and you worked on your music. 

And that’s how it went… for three weeks you’d rotate between Joel and Will. Not saying much to either of them. Wake up, go to the studio, get nothing done, go out and forget your frustrations, and repeat. Three weeks of failure in the day forgotten with a bender in the night. 

Texts would come through, always from a different number. Always along the lines of missing you and loving you, never threatening you. You never thought much of them and always kept them to yourself deleting them soon after they came in. 

You were falling apart and didn’t think anyone was going to notice. No one ever had before and there wasn’t anyone close enough to you to care. 

You felt stuck creatively, nothing you were making was impressing producers enough. You felt stuck personally, forever between a rock and a hard place. Your mother berating you for coming up with nothing, receiving a cold shoulder from Joel who you had only grown more fond of, feeling so isolated and alone even though this is what you’ve always dreamed of. You should be grateful for everything you have, but it came at the expense of your soul. 

It had been a particularly bad night for you, Will was with you tonight and you had gotten particularly clobbered. It was messy and no one was brave enough to stop you. You felt the eyes and phones on you and it was the moment you knew this was going to be a mess your team would have to clean up. Your carefully curated image of a humble small town artist was being thrown out the window. Just one night where the eyes at the bar looked a little too closely, they found out a little too much about you. It would all come crashing down in just a few short hours. 

“Get me out of here,” You said to Will, pulling on his sleeve like a toddler.

“Let’s go,” He quickly shuffled you out of the bar and to a car that was waiting outside.

The paparazzi were insane this time around and you had never felt so scared. The word must’ve already been out where you were and everyone wanted the shot that would destroy your image. It was worth so much more than a photo of you leaving the studio, or on a pre planned date with another emerging artist. 

The flashes made you nauseous and the banging on the windows and shouting from outside the vehicle had installed a new type of fear and anxiety within you. You clenched your fists and loved your eyes solely focusing on your breathing and heart rate. It was hard to focus in with all the noise around you and you knew that if their cameras got the shot it was going to be messy but you had to calm down. 

Eventually your car had made it through the mob of people and back to your apartment. You needed to collapse in bed, just sleep and forget everything. As soon as you came through the door you made your way to bed, fully clothed, make-up on, and began scrolling through twitter. Of course there were photos of you from tonight that had begun circling. TMZ was already spinning a story about how you had flown off the handle, with a full segment to come in the morning. Daily Mail had jumped on an article too in the forty minutes it took you to get home. 

Just like that it had all come crashing down so fast. Maybe it was the attention you had wanted, maybe not. Something about having your image fall apart and the world watching you come undone was cathartic and yet you didn’t feel any better. You knew you were making a mess for someone else to clean up. You were still buzzed beyond your capacity to form a coherent thought about the repercussions you would face. You knew what was to come and yet, in your state, couldn’t bring yourself to care. So in the most pathetic attempt to make the pain go away, you fell asleep.

Someone had woken you up the next morning, it didn’t feel like you had slept for very long. It could also be that you had slept a long time, you were just hungover. You rubbed your eyes which had felt extremely dry, and when you looked at your hands the black smears of mascara reminded you of the night before. You had fallen asleep without even making an attempt at getting ready for bed. You had never felt so disgusting, you’re sure you were a pitiful sight. 

“What time is it?” You croaked. 

“It’s nine in the morning.” A voice you hadn’t expected said. 

“Mom?” You questioned fully opening your eyes and looking at where the voice had come from. 

There she was in the flesh. She looked as if she had just walked off the page of a magazine, not a single piece out of place. 

“What are you doing here?” You sat up and questioned. Your head was pounding and you struggled to put the pieces of why she would show up unannounced together. 

“I flew out as soon as I saw what was going on on twitter,” She started, “And I’m glad I did. This was the first thing I saw when I landed this morning.” 

She stood and stalked toward you dropping a tabloid paper on the end of your bed. 

There you were in all your drunken glory, right on the front page, trying to escape the bar the night before. You flip to the article which basically called you out for cracking under the pressure of fame. Maybe they were right, you had reached your tipping point of rejection. 

You couldn’t stop what came next, but everything just came crashing down. And as if you were a kid again your mom came to your side and wrapped herself around you. 

She whispered that it would be okay, and how proud she was of you and for a moment you believed her. It didn’t matter what her motives were, whether or not she just wanted you back in the studio. It was nice to feel like someone cared, you’d been so surrounded by ghosts who didn’t give a shit about you to sit and be held and be told your love was enough to forgive her all over again. These were the tender moments you clung to for dear life. Without them there would be no one left to care about you, and you would fade away.

“Come on, let’s get you ready to go,” she said when you had started to calm down. 

There it was, she wanted you back into the studio to capitalize on this. For the moment you could forget about that though, because at least she was here, at least she cared. 

Within the hour you had made it to the studio and started tweaking some of the songs you had worked on before. Your mom had made herself brief and was on the next flight back to New York. Her work was done and you had been put on a strict studio to home lockdown by your team. It was for the best. 

The morning in the studio had been weird, Will and Joel were supposed to switch off today and as the day grew later you wondered if Joel had finally thrown in the towel. Just as your mind got away from you  he came in flustered with a kid in tow. 

“Thanks for covering for me man,” He said to Will.

He turned to you and looked apologetic, “Is it okay if Ellie sticks around today? She got into trouble at school and my brother was already at work, no one was available to watch the kid this short notice?” 

“Oh yeah, of course!” You smiled and said a little too cheer-y.

Joel looked at you for a second longer than comfortable and his eyes grew softer. He was reading you like a book. You’re sure you didn’t look great but no one had made a note of how miserable you looked. 

“Thanks,” he stepped toward you. 

“You alright?” He spoke softly, looking directly at you. 

You melted away at his concern, you felt like you were the only person in the world. His features grew soft just for you and all the feelings you tried so hard to get rid of had pushed their way to the surface again. 

“Yeah, I will be,” And just for a second you believed it. 

Your focus came back to the room and the young girl shifted behind Joel. 

“Hi! Ellie, so nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you!” you stood and made your way to her. 

Ellie then smiled so big and beamed your way. You pulled her into a hug and she reciprocated. When you pulled away you could tell she was just buzzing. 

“I’m such a huge fan,” She said. 

“So I’ve heard. I hear you’re also quite the guitar player?” You looked at Joel who was smiling fondly at the interaction between the two of you. 

“I’m alright,” She said shyly. 

“Well, I have a song I need some help with so let’s see what you’ve got?” 

You and Ellie took a seat on the couch, you were excited to introduce someone to this world. You always felt like the one who knew the least but you could see the light and excitement in her eyes. 

“So I usually try to tell a story, pull from hardships in my life,” you explained. 

“Oh,” Ellie said and shifted a bit uncomfortable. 

“You don’t have to though? Is there anything you feel you want to get out in the world?” You asked. 

“Well,” Ellie hesitated, “I guess there is one thing, that’s kinda bugging me.” 

“Okay?” you pressed. 

“See, there’s this, uh, girl. She isn’t out yet but we were together for a bit.. and uh, well she ended things but I still have feelings for her.” Ellie’s demeanor changed and became disheartened. 

“Wait, I actually think I have something you might be able to help me finish,” you said frantically digging in your bag for your notebook. 

And that’s how it started. You and Ellie spent the day writing a melancholy love song together. Little did she know the piece you had written was for her father. 

The song spoke of the one person who could derail your whole life if they wanted and you had so much fun writing and recording with Ellie. She even helped with the harmonies and the production. It was a great song and throughout the whole process you and Joel shared knowing looks with one another. For a moment there was a sense of understanding and forgiveness between you.

You wanted to grip onto this moment and never let it go. Forget all the scandal, the fear, the things that got you into this position and just hold onto the feeling of understanding between you, Ellie and Joel. 

All good things must come to an end though, as Ellie left with her uncle so did the warmth that Joel carried. You felt as if you were back at square one and there was nothing you could do about it. 

The drive home was quiet and uncomfortable as it had been the night he turned you down, but you couldn’t figure out why. 

When you returned to the apartment it was so quiet. You and Joel hadn’t spoken much in the last three weeks but this silence was deafening. There was so much you both wanted to say but neither of you could find the words. 

“Goodnight, Joel,” You said quietly, getting ready to take your leave. 

“Y’know I saw the pictures from last night?” He said and you were taken aback. 

“I’m sorry?” You tensed, not needing a reminder of your downfall. 

“I saw them all, you dancing with those random guys. Shit faced beyond yourself. I couldn’t help but blame myself,” He looked at his feet. 

“Joel it’s not your-“

“I lied to you,” he cut you off.

“Oh?” 

“Three weeks ago, I lied to you and told you I didn’t feel anything. I don’t know if you were being truthful or if you were just drunk, but I felt that connection too.” He admitted.

You were left speechless. 

“I lied because I have a job to do, and I have to keep you safe. I couldn’t risk that for what I thought was just a fleeting moment of attraction. Seeing you last night though? That nearly killed me. I wanted to rip their damn heads off, the men, the paps, all of them.”

He sighed and continued, “I care about you, I care about the way you feel. I want to know you, I want you to care about me and that’s fucking terrifying.” 

“Joel,” you said barely above a whisper, not sure what to believe. 

You hadn’t realized it but he had made his way to you, and once you noticed his presence was suffocating. 

“I want to keep you safe. After seeing you with Ellie today I don’t want to wonder what could have been. I need to know.” He looked right at you, moving a piece of hair away from your face. Gently cupping your cheek. 

“Joel, I’m a mess.” You turned away from him. “The whole reason you’re here is fucked up, and I clearly am not one to handle things well. I’m so fucking scared and I-“ 

Before you could continue his lips found yours and you were pulled into an all encapsulating kiss. The way his lips moved against yours was like a man starved. It was delicate but desperate all the same. You sighed against him and he wrapped his hand around your waist gripping you close. It said everything you couldn’t say to one another. Nothing had ever felt more right and for the first time in so long you had felt safe, like everything was going to be ok. 

When you finally pulled apart his hand lingered on your waist and you knew there would be so much to discuss in the days to come. Now was not the time though, the what ifs, and logistics could come later. For now you were wrapped in the bliss of the truth, the safety of your apartment, and the idea that this moment was just for you. 

“Goodnight, Joel,” you smiled, and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Goodnight, darlin’,” he said and released his hands from your waist. 

You were on cloud nine as you got ready for bed, tired from the emotions of the day and still nursing a wicked hangover. 

Just as you were getting ready for bed another text from an unknown number came through. Your heart stopped and elation came crashing down. 

How could you? 

tags: @pedgeitopascal @morning-star-joy @canseethebrushstrokes @skysmiller @contemplatingchemtrails @kyloispunk @skythighs @reader-without-a-story @aryastark-baratheon @thetriumphantpanda @ilovepedro @beskarandblasters @joelsversion once again i am horrid at tag lists but happy to make an attempt at adding u <3

[amournoir]

𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 | 𝐞.𝐦

title: Alphabet | Elijah Mikaelson w/ girlfriend, fiancée, or wife

warning(s): none, pure fluff. sfw

a/n: my very first headcannon, i made up my own words, but i hope i did this right. still on hiatus but i loved this idea too much, i had to write it. i hope you like it!  

A - adventure

: everyday is an adventure with you. everything that you two do never gets tiring or boring to him, there’s always something new.

B - beauty

: there’s a lot of beauty in the world and as someone who has been alive for a millennia, he can’t disagree. though the only beauty he sees is you regardless of what you’ve believed in your entire existence, there’s beauty in you and he appreciates that.

C - clothes  

: he’ll spoil you rotten with everything especially clothing. there’s just something about the way you fit into the clothes he picks that turns him on. his favorite has to be dresses that fit you like a second skin and heels.

D - dancing

: come on, you must’ve seen this one coming. he loves to dance and he’ll drag you to every ball, party, gala, etc., just to show you off on the dance floor.

E - elijah  

: himself and let me explain why. he prides himself on being known as an honorable gentleman, which he is, but that isn’t what drew you to him. you just wanted to know what the suit meant, you always saw him with one and thought there was symbolism (which there is). his suits enticed you but his mannerism is what made you stay.

F - family

: this goes without saying but the man adores family and holds it to the highest respect. he’d absolutely love to have one with you someday— just imagine a bunch of little elijahs running around in suits 🥺

G - gifts

: i mentioned clothes up there and this goes in tandem with it. he’d buy you anything and everything without question. if he rips your lingerie, he’ll just replace it with a piece that’s sexier. or tears your dress, you’ll find another in the closet before the day ends. your favorite gift from him had to be the necklace with his and your initials.

H - hugs  

: there’s nowhere you feel safer than in his arms especially after a long day of fighting enemies and he returns unharmed to you. he may dislike pda but he’d never refuse to hold you or hug you in public. there’s nothing better than Elijah’s hugs to you— the side/cheek kisses, back rubs, his scent, and just the strength of the hug makes you feel wanted and loved.

I - inspiration

: you’re his entire world. you inspire him to do and be better, he’s not lacking in that department but you show him that it’s not foolish to hold on or have hope. your belief in him is what makes him fight for you in every way he can.

J - jewelry

: his taste is out of this world, haven’t you seen his attire?? you’re quite sure that the jewelry pieces you own are above the carats that are sold in the most prestigious shops. it wouldn’t be a surprise if he had someone — he can’t ruin his suit of course — mine a literal diamond just for you. you easily blind everyone but you actually hate being the center of attention so you only wear them on important occasions.

K - kisses

: ahhhh! all the kisses from him are magical! those moments are something straight out of a movie that makes you feel all mushy inside. you giggled like a schoolgirl after your first kiss and you still do to this day. it’s all because of that smile of his that makes you weak in the knees and fireworks that explode inside you.

L - lover

: he’s the best lover you’ve ever had and will ever have (don’t lie, you won’t find better). he’s so sweet with you, so gentle and caring. he can be the utter opposite if you ask though. he can be rougher, meaner, and disrespectful in a respectful way if you’d prefer.

M - memories

: whenever you’re not around him, you remind yourself of the time you’ve spent together. your shared memories are what hold you both and tether you to each other. his favorite is when you said you loved him and your favorite is when he proposed. out of every woman in the world, he wants to spend eternity with you.

N - nurse

: you’ve nursed far more wounds than you’ve ever had personally. it used to surprise you the amount of bloody shirts he had but not anymore. you no longer nurse his physical wounds, it’s more so the mental ones that threaten to unleash his monster.

O - optimism

: you look at things differently than others. you tend to see the good in things and people, you’re not quick to assume the worst of others. he loves this about you because he isn’t the same either and he likes that you can understand each other, it makes your communication better. you decide on less killing people by figuring out how to avoid conflict or compromise.

P - pain

: it pains you to see him in pain and the image of him chained by his mother gave you nightmares for days. you’re unable to handle any pain — as is any human — but the thought of you hurt is unfathomable to him. he’d destroy everything to spare you any sort of pain inflicted by him or his family.

Q - quality time

: Elijah loved being around you even if you’re doing nothing. you could be sat on the couch reading and he’d join you to give you a foot massage. you could be taking a nap and he’d lay awake next to you, watching. the man simply loves being in your presence at all times.

R - road trip

: earlier i said adventure and this is similar but not really. he loves being away with you. a cabin, the beach, a small town, etc., it doesn’t matter to him where you go as long as you’re together. you love road trips but loathe driving but he’s a great driver so this works out well for you. your most recent road trip was 3 weeks ago, you had gone for a month to a different country in honor of your birthday. you both agreed to do this once a year so it became tradition.

S - smile

: just the thought of his smile makes you smile. your favorite is that half smile/smirk of his that makes you blush. his laughter is an added bonus but you adore his smiles, even the sad ones. Elijah standing with a glass in hand and the other in his pocket, smiling at you from across the room is an image that lives rent free in your head. you do get jealous, just slightly, if he smiles at anyone else.

T - touch

: you love touching him and you make up all sorts of excuses to do so. he’s well aware of this but doesn’t care, he loves being touched by you. cuddling in bed under the sheets with your legs tangled together and your face hidden in his chest is heaven to you. even when you’re mad at him, you still yearn to touch him.

U - uniforms

: a new thing you’ve both started exploring is role playing. you’ve seen him in suits and you love it but what does he look like in other clothing? it started out as a fashion show so he could help you pick out clothes but it quickly turned into you uncovering your hidden kink for role playing and he’s all too happy to satiate you.

V - vanity

: you’re not crazy about your appearance on a daily basis but he is about his. he must be suited at all times but behind closed doors, he couldn’t care less how he looks with you. you occasionally dress up which gives him…ideas but overall you’re always nicely dressed. just not in a gown or anything.

W - winter

: this is your favorite season because of how sweet it is. it’s a season full of love, hugs, cuddles, snowball fights, hot chocolates, etc., and you love doing all that with him. you’re not a sports person so you don’t partake in winter sports but for him, you were willing to try skiing. you hated the amount of times you ate snow but you liked ice skating so there’s that.

X -  xylophone

: his favorite musical instrument is a piano and he’s absolutely wonderful at it. he’s written you songs on your birthday, your anniversary together, holidays, etc. you can actually play but you pretend you can’t just so you can sit next to him and do nothing but listen with your eyes closed, laid on his shoulder. it’s a serene moment between you two.

Y - you

: he simply loves you in every way imaginable. there’s not a thing he could ever change or even want to. you’re absolutely perfect for him and he often wonders what he ever did to deserve you. you wonder the same but you came to accept that he’s yours and there’s no use in questioning it. he adores your blinding smile, your soft eyes, your joyous laugh, your caring heart, and the way that you love him.

Z - zen

: you ground him when everything feels likes it’s ready to cave in on him. he’s his most calmest with you around and when you’re not there, he conjures up memories of you as a way to relax and focus. oh that man is so deeply in love with you and you with him, you work so well together. you are his peace and he is yours.

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John's SFW Alphabet

(photo from ??, forgot again, ik I suck)

Hello, loves! This was due yesterday but I just couldn't bring myself to get on my laptop (I was feeling quite sick with a headache) lol. Will hopefully post again tomorrow to get back on schedule. This is the sequel to this post. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Mr. Lennon is not the most affectionate guy in the world. He shows his affection sometimes, but he’s not big on PDA. Enjoys kissing a little too much.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

John’s one of those best friends where you question how you’re even still friends with him. You’ve probably known him so long, you forgot exactly how you met.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As much as he hates to admit it, John is more cuddly than one would imagine. He loves it when you “cradle” him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

John’s leans less toward the idea of settling down. If he really really liked you, he’d consider it more. Secretly enjoys baking bread.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Unfortunately, he’s the type to rip off the band-aid. He’d hate to see them upset, but he’d say it’s for the best.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said before, he leans less toward the idea of marriage and settling down. If he did end up marrying you, it’d be a while before he did.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Somewhere in the middle, but usually more gentle physically than emotionally.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

John is conflicted on whether or not he likes hugs. It depends on the person and how close they are. More than likely has a soft spot for your hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Not as fast as you’d like. He doesn’t want to make the mistake of saying it to someone who won’t say it back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man’s natural skin colour may as well be green. Can be quite angry when he’s in a jealous mood.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sloppy. He always just goes for it. Loves to kiss you on your lips and neck and basically anywhere else. Loves to be kissed on his neck and nose. Bonus: please do not kiss his stomach without a compliment prepared because he will get in his feelings about his weight (poor baby).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Somewhat okay with children. Kids tend to flock to him, and he doesn’t understand why.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

John spends a lot of mornings songwriting. To involve you, he’ll practice them on his guitar, with you singing.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

A lot of nights are spent by the radio, either listening to a programme or dancing.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This man is a closed book, locked up tight. You have to be really, really close before he starts opening up.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

John has quite a short fuse. It’s longer with you, but with everyone else, he could explode at any given moment.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

John remembers the big things like birthdays, anniversaries, etc., but tends to forget some of the smaller things.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you finally agreed to go out with him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Extremely protective. Will keep a crowbar on standby to defend you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

John puts in effort, but probably not as much as you’d like.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Bites his nails excessively.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not extremely concerned but more so than you’d think. When his hair is shorter, he likes to make sure it’s tidy, but once it grows out, he cares slightly less.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Probably, unless your relationship ends up being short and casual.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

John sleeps with socks on. Keeps his feet warm :)

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

John’s open to just about anything. Very much hates when anyone mentions his weight.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Similarly to Paul, John also sleeps like a rock. Likes to wear matching pyjamas. Stomach sleeper through and through. Definitely takes up half the bed.

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You're Beautiful, and I'm Insane (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Jedi Reader

Rating: MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY

Summary: You want revenge on the Jedi Council that has wronged you. What better way to get back at them than ruining their beloved Chosen One?

Warnings: Smut with plot, dark fic

Word Count: 3.6k

AO3 link

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“How could you do this to me!”

You are a mess. Ripping at your hair and screaming at the ceiling as if it were to blame. Heat flushes across your face as you gasp for air through clenched teeth. Your heart is beating so fast you think it just might explode this time.

Anger had not been familiar to your apartment. Its clean lavish furniture only ever knew the forgiving Coruscant sun that greeted them in the morning, hums of the night as speeders raced by, and gentle whispers nestled in the dark corners away from prying eyes.

The walls visibly shake, grieving each bellowing blow you inflict. The glass Anakin brought lays shattered, plastered into your feet from your manic pacing. Bloody footprints stain the floors, but you don’t care.

Once again, you howl into the night, not caring if you wake the whole Jedi Temple. They could go kark themselves for all the manipulation and damage they had caused you. If you had your way, you would personally wrap your hands around each of their necks until you could see the regret in their eyes. Your Jedi robes hang on a hook next to your door and you throw a chair at it, hoping everyone responsible feels its leg jam into their ribs. You were so sick of crying, sick of arguing, sick of being told to sit still and wait and be a good little Jedi.

No one listened to you, brushing you off as a mad woman. You hadn’t always been this way. Your journey to the top had been faced with adversity. All the noses that scrunched up at your presence should take a look at themselves. You earned your posters. You earned your billboards. You earned your position as the Chancellor’s representative. The Jedi Council was just jealous. Jealous that you were making more of an impact than they ever could.

“You need to stop acting like this. Everyone can hear you,” Anakin warned.

Your head almost flies off your neck. Eyes bulge out of your head, and he thinks he sees a vein straining behind your hair. You look feral, like a hungry Wampa ready to rip his legs off. Even though he is taller than you, you stalk up to him with the universe in your hand and if he didn’t know you any better, Anakin might have thought you would actually hurt him.

“Don’t,” you spit, “ever, say that again.”

He feels the Force presence of Jedi lingering behind the door to the apartment. No doubt aware of the scene. He wants to hold and reassure you everything would be alright, but he knew they were well past that.

Anakin bites his tongue.

“I am your wife,” your voice cracks at the end. “You should be on my side.”

He flinches at your words, sure that the lingering ears outside had heard them too.

Ever since your promotion to the Chancellor’s representative, Anakin felt like second best thing in your life. It didn’t even feel like you were a Jedi anymore. You still wore your Jedi robes, but they were decorated with little pins and accessories given to you by your senator friends. Even your apartment was soiled in expensive drapes, plush furniture, and lavish ornaments. He feared the thought of losing you, but at the same time you were becoming a threat to the Republic. With your growing popularity, more citizens were flocking to you for change as if you were a senator.

It was dangerous and unjust. Jedi were protectors of the Republic, not enforcers. He loved you, but he couldn’t stand to watch you delve any further down that hole.

“If you are my wife, then why are you turning against the Jedi Order for the Chancellor?” Anakin seethes quietly, his voice dropping at ‘wife’.

Your nostrils flare at the accusation. Flushed in anger, the Force shapes into a cloud of darkness, polluting the room with a searing hate.

The Jedi Order was not what it used to be. You would have left a long time ago if it weren’t for Anakin. He was the only reason you chose to stay. As you grew closer to the Chancellor, he grew more withdrawn, jealous even. It started to reflect on your marriage, arguments over trust and loyalty growing more common. You knew Anakin always wanted to be the most powerful Jedi Master to exist, and you understood how he would be hurt when you were promoted to be a member on the Jedi Council as the Chancellor’s representative. What you couldn’t empathize with was his bitterness and envy. He was your husband for crying out loud. He should be supportive.

It was just your luck when you found out, your own husband had been ordered to spy on you on behalf of the Jedi Council for suspicion. That was what set you off. After copious weeks of Anakin and other Jedi acting as if you weren’t being subtly punished only to find out you were. First it was your dismissal from teaching the younglings, then it was not granting you the rank of Master at your promotion to the Council, then finally Anakin agreeing to spy on you.

Looking into his eyes, you realise your husband is gone. There is only the Chosen One, the Hero With No Fear, General Skywalker. The Ani you fell in love with was long gone. Anakin was loyal to the Order, not you. And in the back of your head, you realise that they—the Order—was responsible for this. If it weren’t for their hunger for power, perhaps you and Anakin would be cuddling under the covers by now.

The anger, grief, and frustration that had been growing in your chest, reaches a boiling point. If he was going to hurt you like this, you were going to show him just how to use someone.

Through the tears you reach for him, pulling him in by the neck to your lips. They crash and you hear him gasp in shock, but he doesn’t pull away. Perhaps madness could do that to people.

You kiss him roughly, pulling at his bottom lip so he could feel your pain. He moans in return, tugging at the hair on your scalp. His touch pulls the filthiest sounds out of you. Anakin’s teeth collide with your chin as he presses rough kisses there. Desperately, you claw at his shoulders, trying to fight your way back to his lips, but he won’t budge. A chain of pathetic whimpers breaks the silence.

You couldn’t even care if the whole Jedi Temple knew. There was no future with them anymore. Anakin’s fate had been sealed, and you doubt a scandal like this would ruin his career. He was their Hero With No Fear after all. As for you, it would only be a matter of time until their faces cross between a memory and a dream.

Through the haze, Anakin tugs you closer. His lips find your neck with a delighted hum. Your body arches further into the touch, hooking a leg around his waist. The room begins to feel hotter, limbs tangling into a desperate mess. Together you grind away your worries.

The vibrations of his groan lick heat through your skin and down each vein. You are too focused on the heat of Anakin’s mouth to control your sounds, creating a taut mess of gasps and growls.

Anakin couldn’t deny it. He was just as bad as you. Indulging in all the forbidden activities of a Jedi and forming attachments while he was at it. In his defense, how could anyone resist you? The power you held in your palm was alluring. It was enough to lead a battalion into battle.

Your words were equally effective. Many questioned your involvement with politics. The duty of a Jedi was to protect, not influence. Even Anakin envied the time you spent with the Chancellor. It wasn’t right, you were his, not Palpatine’s.

Anakin’s hands wander up and down your sides when you stumble back.

He doesn’t care though. Not right now. He just needs to feel, pretend the two of you are blissfully in love.

“Anakin,” you cry.

It’s not enough. Frustration aches down your body. You needed to feel him closer, deeper. You wanted to pound your hands into his chest like the nails the Jedi Council dug into you each time they dismissed you. You think he must have heard your prayers when his tongue licks at your lips. He tastes like salvation, an escape from the cruel world you had grown to known. The press of his nose into the side of yours gives little relief. You need more.

His curls are delectable as you pull on them, twisting the hair on the nape of his neck between each finger. He moans a deep and buttery sigh. A game of tug and war was exactly what this was. Revenge: and you would be the one to suck victory off your thumb.

You wanted to enjoy this moment with Anakin. Memorize the hard body beneath your hands like you owned it. Only at the end of the day, the council owned Anakin, and you hated them for it. First, they act like you are a stain in their robes, then they try and turn your husband against you? It was pitiful how far their jealousy reached. If they got to ruin your life, you would show them how much you could ruin their Chosen One.

With that, your hips arch into his, rubbing against the hardness growing in his pants. Anakin’s thoughts are washed away as you guide his head further down. Past the crevice between your neck and shoulders, he nuzzles into your chest, resting his forehead on your collarbone as he pants. He kisses you there too, hoping to leave a mark. It was against the rules the two of you had agreed on, but he couldn’t care. You were like alcohol: the taste of your skin sweet on his tongue and the moans from your mouth the kicker that has him running back for more.

When your nails claw at his back, he is a goner. While you push his robes off, he lifts your other leg around his waist, finally off the floor. Clinging onto Anakin only fuels your hunger. Grinding into his hips, his fingers clench into your thighs. You kiss that beautiful bump on his throat before sinking your teeth into that pulse point. The rhythm pounds against your lips and you could only imagine the way other parts of him would be pounding you soon.

Anakin’s boots pad across the floor, laying you gently on the covers. Beneath, you hastily unfasten his belt, draping it across the bed until it rolls and hits the floor with a thud. It twists to life a tiny flutter of satisfaction in your stomach. After all, he deserved it for his negligence lately.

Anakin is too submerged in kissing the space between your breasts to notice. His finger is fastened to the hem, tugging it down to reach deeper. The care he takes is sweet and reminds you of the soft slow nights. But with his length straining against your thigh, you can’t wait.

You swat his hand away impatiently. You almost expect to see a frown, maybe even a pout, not his mouth parting to lick at his lips. It swipes away a string of saliva that had been connecting him to your breasts. Your breathing quickens at that. The tops of his cheeks shine delightfully, outlining that envious jaw. Then his lips: they were a pitiful sight. Swollen and caught between those teeth as he stared. Maker, the way his eyelids drooped was a sin. So sinful you had to bite your lip to muffle a moan. Maybe you would just wait here for a while, letting your husband admire you like a painting.

Although, between your thighs, a pool of slick gathered. An ache that throbbed so violently when Anakin began tracing your lips with his tongue. You let him in, drinking your fill. Frustration edges your body, pulling back only to catch his tongue between your lips. You suck it and hear his whine. He was teasing you, dragging out the anticipation. Painfully slow, he crawls down your body, leaning between your knees and massaging your thighs with a lusty gaze. You reach for the bottom of your top, slipping it over your head.

Anakin is there again, smoothing his hands up to your clasp, unlatching the bra and tossing it somewhere. Not a second passes before his fingers are on you, circling your erect nipples. The glove is a stark contrast to his flesh hand. With a moan of relief, you bat your eyes up at him, tugging at his leather glove. He laughs and slips his metal hand from its confines.

You loved his metal hand. As a Padawan he was always embarrassed about it. He hid it beneath his Jedi robes even when he had that glove on. You always admired it. The polish and mechanisms that made up his hand were mesmerizing. And it was a part of Anakin, how could you hate it? He did grow to accept it, eventually understanding just how much you liked it.

Sinking into the cold brush of metal, your hands find the skin beneath his shirt. Nails scrape down the dips of twitching muscle. Anakin buries his mouth over a breast, muffling a chain of moans as he grinded into the bed. It’s sloppy and Maker you are soaked to the core, you have to rock your hips into his thigh for relief. You hug him to your chest, flexing to the mold of his embrace. The metal hand tweaks at your other nipple. Your tongue catches between your teeth. A rush of pleasure soothes away the pain. Blindly, you grip the covers for purchase.

“Anakin!”

A grunt. He’s too submerged in flicking your peaks around his tongue to answer.

A whimper escapes Anakin’s mouth as you pull him by the hair to your face. His lip pout, the color flushed a glossy red. So kissable, it drove you mad. Bending your neck up, you lick the scar under his eye. He’s so loud and needy tonight. Anakin’s body continues snaking between your thighs, gasping out mangled breaths.

Wordlessly, you push his shoulders down. He follows your lead, licking a trail down your body at his descent. When he’s nestled between each thigh, his eyelashes tickle your skin. He comforts you with kisses on the inside of your thighs. Fire bleeds through your veins, itching for a release. Your foot nudges his head away before reaching to pull the rest of your clothes off. His smirk is everything, eyeing your body from the tangled hair down to where you ached for him.

Your hands call for Anakin through the Force. An invisible grip pulls him into your heat. Draping your legs over those broad shoulders, his nose bumps into your clit and you see heaven. You choke his name. He parts your folds with his tongue, unleashing a wave of slick.

“You’re so wet,” he hums.

The vibrations are delicious, and that talented mouth buries deeper. Your thighs clamp his head in place with a vice grip. He gathers the slick before moving up to suck the nub into his mouth and your back arches at the delicious feeling. The warmth of his tongue brings tears to your eyes. Those strong hands pin your hips down and you want to fight against them, grind right back onto that building pleasure, you need it so desperately. His head rocks with your hips, teasingly keeping you from reaching a high.

You cry at the feeling of a metal finger finding its home in your warm depths. It roams around your walls before hooking into the spot that made your toes curl. His fingers work you deeper down that withering hole. Anakin’s voice groans into the flesh, deliciously licking up your whimpers. You pulse against his tongue, staining your inner thighs with wetness. His hand devilishly increases its pace, thrusting right into that spot. He mumbles praise, spreading the slick up with his tongue, sucking onto your more sensitive part. You are shivering, crying, pulling at the comforter, pulling at his curls, trapping his head between your thighs.

Anakin lifts you closer, engulfing all that you would give. He carries you to the edge of the cliff until you are bucking into his mouth, body trembling as your orgasm crashes, submerging beneath the waves. As your limbs shake, you watch him lift his head up. Arousal covers Anakin’s face, dripping down his mouth, leaking off his chin. You mewl when he withdraws his finger to wipe at a slick string that had connected him to your folds.

Neither of you waste any more time. Both of your hands rush to remove the rest of Anakin’s clothes. A light breath brushes against your cheek as his hand knocks yours in the fumble. Finally, he kicks the final layer off, smothering you with his skin and sucking behind your ear where you are the loudest. With wet fingers, he pumps himself against your belly, using your leftover orgasm to help. His eyes fall closed in worship with each drag of your skin rubbing pleasure against his. You aren’t doing much better, arching as your nipples brush back and forth into his chest every time he grinds down.

“Anakin.”

“Hmm.” It comes from his stomach, low and earthy. He’s not listening. Stubbornly, you nudge his hand away from his length only to replace it with your own firm hold. Anakin chokes, jerking his hips into your hand, letting out a long moan. “Please,” a whisper.

“On your back.”

And he does. Shifting his weight onto his back with a whine as your hand keeps its grip on him. Breathlessly, you climb onto his thigh. You stain him there, sliding your hips further down his legs. His muscles clench at the sight, shining brightly with your arousal.

Anakin calls your name, cupping your face with his flesh hand. He was already so worked up. The head of his cock is flushed a desperate pink, twitching at every touch. Even the faintest glide of your skin or the subtlest brush of air heightens his sensitivity. He knows he can’t last as long as he wants to. And so, his dilated blue eyes guide you down gently. His cock twitches when he finally gets a lick of relief. Your tongue darts out and traces slow circles on the tip. Anakin’s eyes water, biting down on his lip to muffle his needy moans.

You pity how hard he strains when you swallow the head, swirling and sucking the way he liked. His muscles clench under your hand where you hold him down. Each gasp and buck only creates more saliva in your mouth. You coat him with it until his lap is a guilty mess.

Anakin’s words string together from the pleasure. Lost in thought, feeling and hearing, all he knows is to breathe.

Your hands and tongue continue to work him fast. There is nothing sweet about the lewd sounds of the wet flesh pumping in your palm. His body is covered in sweat with curls plastered above his clenched eyes. Anakin’s teeth grit, growling as the intensity builds. He’s getting sloppy, thrusting his hips into the air only to be pinned back down. And release is only moments away—

“Look at me,” you pull away. Anakin can’t even open his eyes, squirming in pain because he’s so close.

So, he just begs. “No. No, please. Please I’m so close.”

You whisper his name in warning. It’s all you have to do because here in their little home, you had power over him. Anakin wasn’t The Chosen One when he was begging beneath you. The Council couldn’t touch him here. Only you could.

When his eyes meet yours, you lean in to give him a kiss. You mean it as an apology, but his teeth clash, sucking your tongue forgivingly. His mouth trails past your lips sucking and biting the flesh on your jaw as you begin pumping him back up to that high. Anakin’s thighs clench and before he knows it, you are whispering those sinful words in his ear.

“Cum.”

Eyes roll to the back of his head and hands grab your round flesh for purchase. His hips buck into the air as he spills over your hand and his stomach. You try to hold him down through his tremors, but you can’t only do so much.

Anakin’s breath is scrambled, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The high carries his mind somewhere beneath the waves into a distance land full of euphoria. There, he hears the gentle murmur of your voice. You sound like an angel. He almost forgets all the events that had transpired over the past few months. Almost.

The pressure of your palm squeezes around him one last time before you fall to the side to cuddle into your husband. There was nothing quite satisfying as reminding him where he belonged. It was a lesson to never doubt or stray from you again. Because in the end, Anakin was all you had. If he left, you would have no one. Maybe you would just stop existing.

You feel his hand brushing away the hair on your shoulder. When you roll your head to the side to look, you find those adoring eyes, staring at you the same way he did all those years ago. Perhaps there was hope for the two you. If only you could convince Anakin to your side. Together you could rule the galaxy.

Anakin’s breath brushes against your ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Before the evidence on your hand has time to dry, you suck it off your thumb.

Victory.