#cause he’s gon be exploding

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

When I get my grubby little HANDSSSSS on Arthur Morgan…..

I apologize for the world will explode

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[todayisafridaynight]

LISTEN I KNOW HOW IT SOUNDS BUT I SWEAR HE WAS DISTINCT FROM RGGJO STILL 😭😭😭 HIS DESIGN WAS LOUD IN A DIFFERENT WAY 😭😭😭😭😭 though As A Whole it was probably the result of someone saying he should go full RGGJo in 8 several months prior to when I had the dream, so not wrong. But it would be fun to see a shift from "Nothing in life matters...😞" to "Nothing in life matters! 😎" would it not...

I've always thought Drink Link was meant to evoke Social Link? Because in Japan it was called #DRAMA. I was never the biggest fan because it's one of many "translations" in Y7 that are just changing something that was already in English and doesn't require cultural context to understand. Like IMO whether it's seen as an improvement or not, it's just not the localizers' job to "improve on" the original; let them be cringe and let them be free...

And also it gave ammunition to Persona fans who refuse to experience anything but P5 and decided to go "wow! it's just like P5!" at every little thing Y7 did from the VERY FIRST trailers onward (including BE AN RPG) And That Shit Got Old Fast </3 Sorry </3 But I do think this one's very much on purpose, localization-wise. So I forgive you :)

RANTING ASIDE. OR. SEGUEING INTO MORE RANTING. Literally like I don't even care if it's as part of the Kasugang or Kiryu's Geezer Squad... Give Jo five minutes with Tendo or hand him over to me so I can make sure he's enriched and well-nourished... these are my demands... that man is my everything......

Because it would be SO funny both ways. We don't know who all will be in each party, so either he's stuck with Adachi (Definitely A Character) (Affectionate) (Also Has Already Told Him He'd Rather Kill Him Than Send Him To Jail So. Awkward) or maybe with Kiryu's he'd have more people around his agw, But if not, The Inherent Comedy of two bitches called Jo and Joryu who have almost the same haircut 💀💀

Exactly though, nobody in the Arakawa Family is neurotypical and I FULLY believe Jo would be at his best when put into Situations, like Mine is. It's something I reeeally miss from RGGO because of the pre-finale scene with RGGJo and Mitsu having a drink at their favorite bar... they haven't been there in a while, and RGGJo doesn't wanna spoil the mood, so he's not hostile in the slightest... and when he gets up to leave he says he "forgot his wallet" and makes Mitsu foot the bill (ICONIC for completely different reasons depending on whether he's telling the truth or not)... whereas in Y7 I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THE ARAKAWAS HAVE A FAVORITE BAR

it could be funny- whiplash inducing, but that'd undoubtedly be why it'd be funny wouldn't it ♪(´▽｀) he could've been some sacred third thing- just more RGGJo influence injected in Y7Jo mayhaps..

anyhow it dont sound like you forgive me when you just got mad at persona players for makin comparisons and here ive gone and done such a thing LMAO（；´д｀）（；´д｀）in any case, i know how you feel about translations so i wont press the topic: if it aint broke etc etc, i understand how you feel so it's ok (❁´◡`❁;;)

double 'jo' def woulda been funny, if not has always been a small thing worth jokin bout that ive had in the back of my mind (though ive already said that: i have a broken record of a brain at this point, if not that it just points out how silly i find the idea) LMAO. i've always enjoyed antag-turned-party member anyhow, so it wouldve been fun to me regardless of what it brought ♪(´▽｀)

#long post #snap chats #i say unnecessary things a lot so its easy for me to say something upsetting oops (´▽｀;;;) #its a habit im trying to break- to speak concisely instead of without aim. though if im realistic im not sure i can do that #i can only ask please be patient with me for saying annoying things in the future (❁´◡`❁) #im sure it'll happen a lot by accident and has already happened (❁´◡`❁ ;; ) so ill make sure to remember whats most bothersome (❁´◡`❁) #before my organs shut down on me let me move on OWOWOW #i remember the bit in rggo where jo forgot his wallet i truly couldnt stop myself from sayin My Guy Cmon 😭 ☠️☠️ #in the case of rggjo its fun to imagine his forgetfulness as ambiguous cause Truly Did He Mean To Forget Or 🤨 #in the case of y7jo its harder to believe hed do it on purpose so in the case where he does its just ☠️☠️ #bros Truly losin it.... his mind AND his wallet... i know ichi gon make a joke 😔 #aside from that though maybe jo would benefit from having friends his age <- saying this as if he's in grade school ☠️☠️ #in the case of the arakawas having a personal favorite bar tho... i couldnt say #ive already made an assessment of jo's sociability through his office so i wanna make a half-confident bet he doesnt like to get out much #lest it's required for Whatever Reason- but what about arakawa then ? much to consider.. #i honestly couldnt wager what he'd prefer.. i dont know what atmosphere he'd like... he's too mysterious for me (´▽｀;;) #for some reason i can only ever imagine him drinking at home or at quaint restaurants... #idk cant explain it... thats just the vibe... very likely im wrong though.. #my organs truly hurt now- i think i gave myself a headache by mistake so ill have to stop my pondering before i explode (´▽｀;;)

[raya-hunter01]

Can you do a story on jey about his gf tryna go to bed mad at him and he ain’t having it 🤗🤭

We Ain’t Going to Bed Angry

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Jasmine)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy

Summary: Jasmine wants to go to bed angry and in separate bedrooms, but Main Even Jey Uso is putting his foot down.

My first ever request....I hope you enjoy it @mya2real

Pensacola, FL

Jasmine’s POV

“Damn I finally get you alone, and all you want to do is cruise the coast and talk about your man. I hope he realizes how lucky his ass is, cause I really was trying to get your number,” Carmelo said as I laughed.

 “Thanks for helping me out Melo you are a sweetie. I promise he won’t come at you with any drama,” I said giving him a kiss on the cheek as I began my walk back to Jey’s house.

 I had Carmelo drop me off down the road from the subdivision. I ain’t crazy by no means, I ain’t letting just anybody know where I lay my head at night. Folks can be crazy as hell.

I groaned as my phone rang again looking down, I sighed. Another call from Jey. I knew I was wrong, but I was still pissed so I hit ignore and punched the code to be let into the subdivision. You let a bitch dance all up on you like you're single and shit.

But, oh, but when I leave yo’ ass at the club you concerned. Give me a break you weren’t worried about what I thought when she was twirling all up on your dick,” I muttered continuing my walk. I hate these fuckin’ groupies with a passion.

Jey’s POV

“Jasmine, I know you ignoring me.  What you doin'?  I know you had betta be on your way home. I bet he trying to fuck you ain’t he?  I’mma get’em you know dat right? I’mma hurt him bad Jasmine,” I said ending the voicemail before I dug an even deeper hole.

“Well damn, you just threatened to kill Melo for nothing, Jasmine ain’t that type of woman, and you know it,” Jimmy said shaking his head at me.

“She ain’t, but I know Carmelo likes her. I knew when I brought her to a show last year. He was looking wit no damn shame Uce, and tonight she got into a car wit his bitch ass trying to make me jealous,” I said steaming thinking about Carmelo touching Jasmine in any way.

"Hell, ain’t no tryin’ in it, you jealous Uce" Jimmy said as I rolled my eyes at him.

 “This woman gon’ be the death of me,” I muttered as Jimmy snickered. “Aye, sis told you not to play in her face, and you did anyway. Serves yo’ ass dead right,” he said laughing.

“I ain’t played in her face, I was just dancing with a fan,” I said oblivious to what he was trying to say.

“Uce, it wasn’t that you were dancing with her, it was how she was dancing all up on yo’ ass and you did nothing to stop it. Ya’ll was all but fuckin on that dance floor,. You lucky Jasmine didn't show her ass,” Jimmy said as I tried to think back to what happened, and when it finally clicked, I felt like an ass.

“Ok, yea, I admit it was outta pocket, but she ain’t have to leave with his ass to prove a point. She knows I’m wit her, that shit didn’t mean nothin',” I said as I heard the front door open.

A wave of relief washed over me as I saw her beautiful face as she took off her heels seemingly ignoring me. Thank God she was home safe.

“Uh, I’ll let myself out, and let ya’ll talk,” Jimmy said trying to hurry to the door but not before hugging Jasmine. “Glad you ok sis, you had me worried,” he whispered as she smiled rubbing his back. “I’m ok bro, tell Trin I’ll call her tomorrow” she whispered as I tried to keep my cool, at least until Jimmy left.

I felt my anger rising by the second. What had she been doing with Carmelo that she couldn’t pick up the fuckin’ phone? As the door closed behind Jimmy I exploded.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” I hissed trying not to wake up our son upstairs.

“I went for a ride with an old friend, is that a problem?” she asked with a bit of an attitude.

“Aye, chill with the attitude, I’m the one that should be mad. My girlfriend left me at a club to go be with another motherfucka she knows I don’t like,” I said as Jasmine rolled her eyes.

“Well, my man was dancing all up on a ho like he’s single so I guess we even, and can both be pissed the fuck off together then. Ugh, I can’t wait to go back to Georgia, this was a mistake coming here to visit, It just was too soon,” she said walking away as I followed her upstairs.

“What the fuck does that mean? You really feel visiting me was a mistake?” I asked as she stopped walking.

“Jey, all I wanted was to spend time with you, and all you’ve done is spend time with everyone else but me and our son! I feel like we don’t belong here Jey, that’s why I left in the first place!” Jasmine exclaimed as I ran my hands over my face in frustration.

I knew she was right; I had been on the go since they got here, and I had promised I wouldn’t be. I truly had no defense for my actions.

 I was in keep-busy mode because that’s all I had been doing since Jasmine had left with our son a couple months ago.

This was my fault, I agreed to host that party at the club tonight knowing they were here. I asked today to be added to the meet and greet for tomorrow instead of enjoying my day off with them.  

“Baby, I’m sorry ok can we just talk about it in the morning. I promise I’mma make it right please, I don’t want us to go to bed mad at each other,” I said as she sighed in defeat.

“I’m not mad, I’m hurt and I’m not going in there with you pretending everything is ok when it isn’t. I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom. I put my bags in there earlier anyway,” Jasmine said as I frowned at her not believing what she was saying.

Jasmine’s POV

“You ain’t staying in the spare bedroom, that’s for guests and this is yo’ fuckin’ home regardless of how you feel about it. “Jey I’m not,” I started as Jey cut me off firmly. “Jas! You ain’t stayin’ in there and that’s it!” Jey said as I felt myself shiver at his commanding deep voice.  

I was speechless looking at him trying to remain unfazed. “You are sleepin’ in our room…. In our bed, and in my fuckin arms 'cause that’s where you belong, nowhere else,” Jey said full of conviction as I shook my head in defiance at him.

“I ain’t doin’ this wit you, I’m going to check on Jayden,” I whispered walking away from him and peaking my head into our son’s room. I couldn’t help but be in awe of him as he slept in his crib.

He’s almost a year old, and I still can’t believe we made his little amazing self; he looks so much like Jey it’s scary.

I felt Jey’s eyes on me as I turned to see him standing now in the doorway of the bedroom, we shared together for the last four years up until four months ago.

His intense gaze makin' me weaker in the knees by the second as I closed my eyes finally breaking eye contact with him, it was too intense.

“Jasmine, we been playin’ this game for four months too long…Don’t make me have to come get you. Tell our son goodnight, and get yo’ fine ass in here so we can go to bed,” I heard him say as I opened my eyes ready to give a smart-ass reply but saw he had already disappeared into the bedroom.

I could hear him shuffling around the room, then the shower started. I blushed to myself at the thought of him getting naked to take a shower. “No, remain strong Jasmine,” I whispered to myself as I went to the spare bedroom.

Jey’s POV

 “I know her ass betta be in there when I get outta this shower. Sick of this shit, she knows I love her ass,” I muttered letting the hot water and steam relax me.

Ok, maybe my approach wasn’t the best, but I love my family and if I have it my way they won’t be going back to Ga if I can help it. “Jey, you got to get it together and get yo’ family back,” I muttered to myself stepping out of the shower and drying off.

Walking back into the bedroom I saw Jasmine wasn’t there. “Oh, so yo’ ass think I’m playin’ wit you huh,” I muttered to myself wrapping my towel around my waist, and heading down the hall. I could see the light under the door and as I got closer I heard her on the phone with her mom.

“Hold on mama let me put you on speaker, I'm changing," she said as I heard her mother take a deep breath. "Now like I was sayin' Mama I am trying, we came out here didn’t we,” Jasmine said as her mother laughed.

“Girl, you flew out there with hell in you, 'cause of them thirsty ass Instagram comments on his post he made about being happy ya’ll were flying out to see him. “Mama, I wasn’t mad,” Jasmine said as her mother laughed.

“Baby, he loves ya’ll. I know all the female attention he gets worries you especially since he’s on the road more with them adding more house shows,” she said as I frowned at her words as Jasmine wiped her tears.

“I know he loves us mama, and I love him.  I just want him to act like he’s in an actual relationship. I mean stop making these women think they have a shot with you dude, you got a family at home waiting on you. That's why I gave him the engagement ring back and told him we needed space,” Jasmine hissed as I sighed. Damn was I that bad?

“Baby, why do you think that man has been begging, calling nonstop, and flying to Georgia on every off day he has just to come to little ol Warner Robins, GA even if it’s only for a couple hours. He misses ya’ll and wants his family back. You gotta let him in baby, this been goin' on long enough,” her mother said as I felt the need to make my presence known as I opened the door.

Walking inside I saw her standing nervously there in her bra and underwear talking to her mom as she spotted me trying not blush.

Yea, I’m looking at yo’ fine ass. Damn, my baby was fine as fuck, it had been four months too long for my liking. How the hell did I even let her leave in the first place.

Jasmine’s POV

I can’t believe he brought his ass in here, didn’t even fuckin’ knock. He is getting next to my nerves I swear. I see him lick his lips looking at me as if he could devour me whole.

I ain’t gon’ lie, I felt powerful as hell.  I could see and feel his need for me, just from his intense stare that seemed to be burning a hole in my soul and it made my thighs quiver at the thought of being in his arms. He knows what he’s doing coming in here in that lil ass towel.

“I love you, sweetie, give my grandbaby my love,” my mother said as I smiled. “I will mama, good night and love you too,” I said rushing to get off the phone.

“Why are you in here?” I asked as Jey began walking closer to me almost like he was stalking his prey. “I told you to take yo’ ass in our room, but you just keep tryin’ me,” he smirked as I shrieked in shock as he picked me up and put me over his shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?”! I hissed as Jey carried me down the hall back to our room. “What does it look like? I’m takin’ your ass back to where you belong, which is in our bed wit me with yo’ stubborn ass,” he said not missing a beat as I hit his back continuously.

“Put me down Jey! This shit ain’t funny!” I exclaimed irritated as he laughed. “Calm yo’ ass down, before you wake up the baby. I want you to myself da night,” he said slapping me hard on the ass before tossing me on the bed as tried to gather myself.

 Sitting up on my elbows, my eyes met his smirking face, and it made me madder.  “Oh, you want me to yourself?” I asked smartly rolling my eyes.

Yeah, I do. That ain’t gon’ never change Jasmine,” he said as I got up and tried to walk past him as he growled pulling me close.

“Jey let me,” I started as he took me in a possessive kiss, pinning my arms behind my back with one hand as the other grasped my neck, angling my mouth for better access as our tongues battled for control.

“Mmm, we can’t, we said we would wait,” I moaned against his lips as he released my arms, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. “Yes, we can baby, I got you,” Jey said picking me up by my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, as his towel fell to the floor. God, it felt so good to be this close to him again, I needed him bad.

“I want you so bad baby; Daddy missed you, and he needs his pussy,” Jey whispered against my lips as he ripped my underwear. “Fuck! I missed you too,” I moaned moving my kisses to his neck as he groaned moving us to the bed.

“Can I have you, it’s been so long Jazzy” Jey moaned gently sucking on my neck as I shivered at his use of his nickname for me.

“Jey, I’m still mad, we need to talk,” I moaned, unexpectedly gasping along with him as he entered me suddenly, both of us shivering at the feeling of our bodies and souls becoming one with each other again after four long months.

“You can be mad all you want tomorrow. Not da night, you gon’ enjoy Daddy reclaiming his pussy,” Jey moaned never stopping his thrusts as my hands clawed at his back as he hissed.

 “Jey, you feel so good,” I gasped as my body felt like I was on fire, I bit his neck before attacking his neck with kisses, sucking greedily, applying pressure trying to leave my mark for the world to see. I wanted them to know he was mine.

“Yea, suck that shit and mark me up, this yo’ dick, let’em know I’m yo’ man fuck,” Jey encouraged as I purred at his words as he rolled us over with me now on top. “Jey! Shit! Mmm,” I whimpered scratching down his chest, feeling him so deep from our new position.

“Uh huh, daddy deep in his pussy ain’t he? Come on and ride Daddy's dick and tell him how much you missed him. Tell me how this pussy was made just for me,” Jey groaned grasping my hips as I began riding him slowly enjoying the jolts of electricity going all over my body.

“Mmhmm, it’s made just for you daddy, you hear her talking to you,” I moaned talking my own shit as Jey growled beneath me as the sounds of my wet pussy sinking up and down on his dick filled the room along with our moans of desperation.

“Fuck Yea, Daddy hear, see, and feel her, damn she wet and tight as fuck. Talk yo’ shit girl, you makin’ daddy dick even harder. Give me dat pussy,” Jey groaned slapping my ass before grabbing my breasts with his hands almost painfully squeezing my nipples while meeting my slow deep thrust.

Shit, he knows what to say and what to do to set my body on fire and I loved it. I’m addicted to him, and I didn’t care who knew it.

Jey’s POV

“Yea, ride that shit slow and deep, you know how much I love dat shit,” I panted biting my lip trying not to lose control. “Mmm, I guess you did miss me, Daddy. Shit, you gettin’ even harder,” Jasmine moaned swirling her hips beginning to bounce harder on my dick with wild abandon.

“Fuck yea, I missed you, only you can get me like this,” I moaned not afraid to let that shit be known slapping her on the ass again as she whimpered, her body shivering with anticipation.

"Oh! Fuck, you promise it’s only me that gets you like this…You promise,” Jasmine groaned leaning down, kissing me with all her might as I groaned complete putty in her hands. I held her closer as our eyes met.

 In that moment I knew I had to let her know how I felt. “We gon be ok, you hear me,” I whispered as she nodded as a few unshed tears fell from her beautiful eyes as we both were chasing our orgasm.

“Say you hear me,” I said more demanding, sitting us up as she held on to my neck as I gripped her hips helping her keep pace, thrusting her even harder down on my dick.

The feel and sounds of her wetness was driving me insane. “Tell me you hear me Jasmine,” I moaned, sucking on her neck trying to leave my own mark. “Josh, I hear you!” She cried as I moaned in satisfaction hearing my real name fall from her lips in passion as I rained kisses from her neck back to her beautiful lips.

“I ain’t never letting you go, we workin’ this shit out,” I growled holding her gaze as I reached between us rubbing her clit, while meeting her thrust with equal power.

"Oh my God," Jasmine moaned as I knew she was close. “You gon’ cum hard for daddy? You gon’ gush on daddy’s dick ain’t you?” I said, taking her in a deep kiss as she whimpered in my arms.

“Mmhmm!” she whimpered in pleasure as our tongues danced passionately with each other as I felt her nails scratching my back as she fell apart in my arm. “Josh, I love you!” she moaned as I saw the look of ecstasy that washed over her as her orgasm took over.

“Fuck, you are so fuckin’ beautiful. I love you too,” I said feeling my dick get even harder as I kept thrusting. Yeah, you gon’ give me another one and it’s gon’ be big.

Jasmine’s POV

 “Mmhmm, I want you to give me another one Jazzy,” Jey growled reversing our position as he now towered over me, playing with my sensitive clit, thrusting long and hard trying to make me cum again.

“Josh, I can't, it's too much,” I moaned as sweat dripped from his face, falling onto my chest as he kissed me speechless “I…Said. Give…It…To…. Me…Now, “Jey growled against my mouth, each thrust more powerful than the last as my pussy gripped him like a tight vice, and I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Josh! I’m cummin’!” I cried as my pussy quivered and gripped him even tighter as another orgasm rippled through my body.

“Oh yea, that’s what I wanted, shit! Give it all to me baby, I’m cumin too!” Jey groaned loudly as he came inside me. I could only hear the heavy beat of my heart and our heavy breathing in sync as he collapsed beside me holding me close as we came down from ecstasy.

“You know you I ain’t letting you go right? We a family and gon’ stay one,” he said as I smiled. “I know and I ain’t letting you go either,” I whispered as he kissed me gently.

“When I’m on the road all I think about is you and lil man, you ain’t never gotta worry bout, nothin’ girl, I love ya’ll and I ain’t messin’ dat up for nobody he said as I tried not to get emotional. "I know, baby it's ok," whispered as he held me closer.

"I was outta pocket not stopping her from dancing all up on me like that, I promise it won’t happen again,” Jey said as I sighed tracing his arm tattoo.

“I love you and I’m sorry about leaving the club with Carmelo,” I said honestly as he growled. “You had my ass trippin’ I was ready to kill his ass, Jasmine. I don’t even wanna imagine you wit somebody else,” Jey said as I shook my head.

“Can we just drop it for tonight before one of us gets mad again,” I said as he laughed.

“A'ight new rule, we ain’t never goin’ to bed angry in this house again,” Jey whispered caressing my face as I smiled. “I like that rule, no more going to bed angry,” I whispered settling in his arms as we both fell asleep.

The end

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[miyuhpapayuh]

before work.

Bright rays of sunshine cast through their maroon drapes, causing her to squint her eyes and turn her body. However, her movement is halted by Michael bringing her body back into his.

He groans softly in his slumber, wrapping his arm around her bare waist. She sighs and looks over at the clock; it reads five minutes after eight.

She groans, shutting her eyes in frustration. She peers over her shoulder, watching him sleep like a baby. She rolls her eyes and pushes at his arm, trying to get up.

"Michael," she pushes at his arm again but, he doesn't budge, "Michael... I have to get up."

He shifts slightly before wrapping his arm tighter around her, "whyyy? Stay here with me."

"I can't. I've already been late once, this week." She chuckles, thinking back to a couple days ago. She practically raced to work and barely made it.

"Come on baby," he moves her wild hair away from her neck, "stay with Daddy." He places soft kisses on her skin.

"Baby.... hmm, I can't."  Instead of pushing him away, she reaches back to run her fingers through his thick hair. Her body is betraying her, big time.

"You don't seem like you wanna leave, mama." He chuckles and lifts her right leg up, rubbing her bud. She jerks, placing her hand on top of his.

"I do... I have to— ohh shit" she throws her head back, feeling his long fingers push into her wetness.

He removes his fingers and places them in his mouth. He dips his length into her, causing her back to arch.

"Michaeeel! I'm gonna be laaate!" He hooks her leg onto his waist and continues to slowly thrust into her.

"The more you fight it," he grunts and tightens his grip on her waist, "the longer you'll be here."

She grips his thigh, pulling him deeper into her. He smirks against her neck, continuing to pump into her.

Her shallow breathing turns into sporadic moaning. He quickens his pace, feeling her walls tighten around his swollen member.

"Fuck! Ohhhh fuck!" She digs her nails into his thigh, biting her lip harshly.

"What was you sayin'?" He growls in her ear.

She scratches at his arm, trying to push him away. He grunts and pulls her right leg over his shoulder, getting in between her legs.

"Answer me, baby." He hovers over her, gyrating his hips into hers. She places her hands on his chest, arching her back off the bed.

"Unh! I'm gon—ooh shit," he digs deeper into her, causing her to wrap her legs tightly around him. He buries his face into her neck.

"Stay with me, baby..." she grips his back and lets out a strangled grunt.

"I c-can't! I wish... I wish I could but, I can't!" He pulls off the bed and sits her in his lap, gently rocking back and forth into her.

"Come on, baby." She can feel herself caving. She's bound to explode at any moment.

"I'm gonna cum!" She squeals, gripping at his shoulders and throwing her head back.

He grips her waist firmly, thrusting upward into her. She loses her mind.

"Fuck, Michael!" Her back arches and her legs begin to shake. She places a hand on his knee to balance herself.

"Ah shit! Oh my—" her sentence gets cut off from the jaw dropping orgasm, washing over her.

"Fuck," he grunts lowly, filling her up. She groans and looks over at the clock.

It reads forty-five minutes past eight. She rolls her eyes and looks at Michael.

"You made me late, again." He chuckles, placing kisses all over her sweaty skin.

"I made you cum, though."

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[lemmetreatya]

✨ You’re All I Need ✨

“ouuh, baby, careful with it…”

onyankopon’s breath was audibly tethered as he tried his best to keep himself under control. like it was even his fault! — the way your hand languidly stroked up his cock was no match for the kitty suckling your lips were dealing to his swollen head. of course he felt like he was going to explode!

as you momentarily unlatch your mouth with a line of saliva connecting you both, the urge to answer his initial concern was strong.

“i’m aaaaalways careful with it.” you coo as you look up at him with hooded eyes and onyankopon can’t help but sigh at you in awe as his hand comes down to rest just over your cheek.

blowing cold air over his helmet — the one you made insanely sensitive — caused onyankopon to moan out his reply.

“yeaaah, you are. fuck you always are.”

pleased with his answer, you lower your mouth back over his cock. this time you take him all in, cheeks hollowed and all. onyankopon’s grip moves from your cheek to the base of your neck and the action momentarily makes you gag. however, it doesn’t stop you from continuing to swallow at his dick. onyankopon, surprised at your resilience to keep going, commends you for your service

“this the typa head that gon’ make me wanna put you on my life insurance…” he mutters and you can’t help but let your closed mouth laughter vibrate around his cock.

#had to write something for big poppa #love him dowwwn #kinda valony idk #onyankopon #onyankopon x reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon smut #onyankopon aot

[mayxo-hxh]

As autistic coded as Illumi is, he is also EXTREMELY Bpd coded. Here's a thread abt why that would be, from a person with bpd. 🧵

Everything about his character screams a person that feels so so much but forcefully tones his feelings down so hard to the point where they seem nonexistent.

On the exterior he seems like he couldn't care less about most things and is a very calm and controlled person. However, his emotions shine the brightest when the topic of interest is a person he cares about.

This is ESPECIALLY shown in the election arc where he reveals much of his emotions to the audience. He gets two whole bloodlust scenes this arc.

One with extreme anger

and one with extreme joy.

When Hisoka provoked him, it took absolutely zero transition for him to immediately spike his bloodlust and aura to GREAT amounts to the point of engulfing the entire MOUNTAIN and reaching Killua from SO far away.

And in the same exact second it happened, it ended just as quickly the moment he noticed Killua running away. That is a CLASSIC negative mood swing example if I've ever seen one. One extreme emotion in one second, gone in the other.

On the other hand, his second bloodlust had a small transition, one that still did not give you the expectation of what truly came after.

He is seen watching Killua on his phone and the moment Nanika healed gon, showing Killua can use her on command with no consequences and also showing her immense power, he was absolutely overjoyed. So much in fact that he exploded in maniac laughter and aura a second after merely giving it a small laugh.

We get a hint at his bloodlust incoming in that moment, but NEVER predict just how MUCH would actually come out. Classic euphoric mood swing number two.

When he encountera Killua with Hisoka in the background at the end, he is pretty much shown going through the five stages of grief in mere minutes the moment his own butlers turn on him and allow Nanika to come out.

denial, anger, depression...

bargaining.......

and finally, acceptance. acceptance that he was going to be traded by killua not only for a friend, but for the rest of the family's lives.

He was so very clearly unhappy about it at the beginning, yet came to acceptance in mere seconds the moment nanika came out. He bargained with himself, Killua shouldnt be able to wish twice, then accepted. even if he could, thats okay. go ahead, kill me!

and then theres also the way he just switches from a very :DDD to >:| mood in like one panel short hello he is so coded

Even more; Usually bpd is either caused through trauma or inherited. and you can definitely argue that illumi went through enough "training" for the former but. is his behavior not. familiar to yall. not at all???? im just saying......... I know someone else in the zoldyck family that has intense mood swings!

if there is one person in the family that shows their unfiltered emotions and switches from being calm to screaming in distress in a single second, its going to be this woman. she gave birth to a son thats a literal copy of her. she ctrl c'd and ctrl v'd.

and i dont exactly know what this next one has to do with the thread but why was bro normal for one second then turned into this i mean im not complaining hes still hot and ill claim him as my bpd son regardless

anyways yes this was the thread have fun with this interpretation slash analysis however u like 👍

#hxh #hunter x hunter #illumi #illumi zoldyck #my post #my analysis #hxh analysis #hunter x hunter analysis #character analysis #bpd

[blackkatmagic]

Xanatos/Cody - Love at 1st Snark

“Oh, stars and stupid little birds,” Obi-Wan says, entirely exasperated. “Why did it have to be you?”

Cody raises his head from where he’s been trying to chew through the gag. Anything that can get his general sounding like that promises to be entertaining, to say the least.

“It’s pronounced thank you, little brother,” a posh-sounding voice—no Coruscanti accent, but something more liquid, a lot less Core, which is interesting—says, precisely aimed to cause maximum irritation. “And I take payment in credits or peggats, whichever you have on you at the moment.”

“I'm naked,” Obi-Wan says, offended. “Clearly I don’t have any credits, Xanatos—”

“A shame. I suppose I’ll have to leave you to Hondo, then.” Steps sail past Obi-Wan’s cell, and there's a curse, the sound of struggling, but they don’t turn back. Cody raises a brow, and a moment later the fancy bastard who matches the voice sweeps around to the door of his cell, raises a lightsaber with a gleaming white blade, and brings it down sharply. The door thumps down flat, and Xanatos steps over it, then sweeps a look over Cody, brows rising.

“Well hello,” he says. He purrs, and Cody levels a brow right back. It makes Xanatos grin, sauntering into the cell.

“He doesn’t have any credits either, Xanatos!” Obi-Wan calls from the other cell, annoyed.

“For him I’ll make an exception, and rescue him out of the goodness of my heart,” Xanatos calls back, smirking at the sound of offense it gets him. Sinking down to one knee, he pulls a very nice knife from his sleeve, then leans in to cut through Cody's gag, and then says, “You will be repaying my altruism, I presume. You don’t seem as rude as Obi-Wan.”

Cody doesn’t laugh, just leans to the side so he can spit the gag out, then says, “Of course. Wouldn’t want anyone’s altruism to be without some kind of benefit, right?”

“Obi-Wan!” Hondo says, loudly and delightedly, from the next cell. “My friend, you seem to be in a bind! Perhaps this old pirate can help you out?”

“If my choices are you or him, you’d be my first choice every time, Captain,” Obi-Wan says sincerely.

Xanatos rolls his eyes, moving to deactivate Cody's binders. “I don’t know why I bother,” he says. “This whole family is a nightmare. I should have run away when I was fifteen and joined a circus.”

“You’d make a beautiful clown,” Cody tells him gravely, and surprise washes over his face for an instant before he laughs.

“Thank you, I like to think so too.” Getting a hand under Cody's arm, he tugs him to his feet, then asks, “Every limb still attached?”

“All the important ones,” Cody says mildly. “Commander Cody, thanks for the save.”

It gets him a lazy smile, full of intent. “Xanatos, with the 501st, but I think you can call me whatever you like.”

If this is the Jedi Rex has been refusing to introduce Cody to, Cody's going to have to turn Rex upside down and dunk his head in dye or something. “Yeah? That include—?”

“Cody. You don’t even know where he’s been.”

“Sorry, General,” Cody says, not sorry at all. When Xanatos sweeps his fur-trimmed cloak off and offers it, he takes it with dignity, slinging it around his shoulders.

“Well now,” Xanatos says, and that smirk is an invitation. “That’s quite the look, Commander. Makes me want to lay you down in front of a roaring fireplace—”

“Xanatos.”

“I think if we keep scandalizing the general, he might have a coronary,” Cody says gravely. “Be a shame to rob Hondo of his company.”

“You’re right, of course.” Xanatos offers Cody his arm, and, wholly amused, Cody takes it like he’s a senator at a fancy gala. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I'm going to toss you out an airlock,” Obi-Wan says crossly, limping down the corridor to join them. Hondo has one of Obi-Wan’s arms pulled over his shoulder, and his hat is askew. “You’d better not have dragged Feemor along—”

“Oh no, my dear padawan brother,” Xanatos says airily. “I brought Qui-Gon.”

Obi-Wan blanches, at in the same moment, something distant explodes, shaking the whole base.

“Time to run,” Xanatos advises Cody, and takes off, hauling Cody right along with him.

#my writing #kat drabbles #codyxan #commander cody #xanatos #obihondo #obi wan kenobi #hondo ohnaka #star wars

[kyleoreillylover]

Here’s a lil sneak peak into my sami zayn x jey uso x reader wip, coming soon 👀 can you guess the plot in the comments?

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564

You felt the tension you had been holding onto all these months finally crackling into a raging fire inside you, a fire which you hoped Jey and Sami could finally quench. But instead they seemed to have ignited even more.

"I didn't chose him over you." Jey spoke softly, and his eyes were even softer as he gazed at you. You felt that fire inside you again, burning brighter now, hotter and stronger than before. "I chose to protect you. And now, you have to choose the same thing for yourself."

You closed your eyes briefly as you fought the feelings and tension you always felt when you were around them. The heat that rose inside you threatened to burn you from the inside out. But you refused to give in. There was too much pain running through your veins to allow you to fall to pieces right in front of them.

The silence that filled the room was deafening, until it was finally broken by Sami. "Look, you can be as snarky as you want, you can insult us as much as you want, but that won't change the fact that when I look into your eyes, I see someone who needs my help." Sami hesitantly came closer to you- his brown eyes boring into yours. “Someone who's lost everything, and has nothing but hope left. That's not you. And if you continue to run away from this-"

You scoffed, cutting him off, not wanting to listen anymore to whatever he was going to say. You couldn't give in to them.

"Just stop! Just fucking stop! Stop acting like you care about my situation, or about me, or about us. Just... just stop!" Tears welled in your eyes, and it made you want to scream. The tension grew so strong, you thought your head was going to explode. You felt the walls collapsing, the flames starting to lick at your skin.

Jey shook his head, taking a step forward towards you. "Are you tryna convince us or yourself? Cause all your doing is deflecting, deflecting, deflecting, acting like we ain't know every inch of you and what makes you tick, what drives you crazy."

His voice was loud, commanding, hot, and demanding, causing the temperature in the entire room to skyrocket. "Acting like we ain't know you're just tryna make us mad so we'll just leave, well get this through your fucking skull-we ain't gonna go anywhere, we are staying here whether you like it or not. Cause we fucking care about you! Because we 're here for you! We're gonna help you and show you that you fucking deserve everything good in this world, you deserve the best, you deserve us!” His eyes were filled with a fire that matched yours that made your body heat up even more his voice low yet so demanding, his words harsh yet so caring. “Now, you gon' sit there, and tell us that you don't need help, you don't wanna accept our help because you think its weakness or somethin'? Well, that's just bullshit, baby. And we ain't gonna stand by and watch as you try to pretend like everything's fine when its not!"

Your eyes were blown wide, watching Jey take another step forward, anger blazing bright in his eyes. The heat radiating off of him, making your body heat up even further. You swallowed roughly, unable to speak, unable to process what you were hearing.

A tear escaped your eye, rolling down your cheek.

You didn't bother wiping it away.

But Sami did.

#wwe x reader #nxt x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe fic #wwe imagine #wwe x black reader #fanfic #nxt #wwe #jey uso x y/n #jey uso x black reader #jey uso fic #jey uso smut #sami zayn x jey uso #sami zayn x fem reader #sami zayn imagine #sami zayn x reader #sami zayn fanfiction #sami zayn smut #wwe smut #wwe fluff

[cricketnationrise]

3:00am, haus kitchen

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The Haus is still for once.

The kegster had wound down around one in the morning, the last hangers on gently but firmly ushered out the door by the lethal combination of Bitty’s implacable Southern manners and the looming presence of Ransom and Holster, standing just behind him. Even the most devoted partiers caved in the face of such a menacing one-two punch. (Everyone also knows that Bitty’s the scarier part of that combination—Holster and Ransom are just the muscle.)

Jack had been in bed by ten. Shitty and Lardo had disappeared to the reading room around midnight. Holster had piggy-backed Ransom up the stairs to the attic just before the Frogs left, Chowder held up between the ever-bickering Nursey and Dex as they stumbled back to their dorm. He and Ollie were the only ones crashing at the Haus tonight since tomorrow was their designated Bake Tester/Bitty Bonding day. Ever since Bitty had moved in, Ollie and Wicky and Bitty had to schedule their trio bonding time. It was depressing, having to schedule what was once as easy as calling across the hall from their dorm to his, but now they were guaranteed first crack at Bitty’s baked goods.

Ollie himself had conked out on the couch before the frogs left. Normally Wicky would be right there with him, buried in a blanket nest on the floor, but he’s too fucking wired. He wishes he could say it’s the result of whatever Shitty had dumped in the tub juice this time around, but he knows better. He’s not thinking about the why though. He can’t. If he looks at it too closely, he might explode.

So he cleans instead.

Wicky picks up solo cups and empty cans and soggy confetti (who let Shitty have access to a bunch of party poppers?). He sops up puddles of mystery liquid and gathers lost hoodies and hats and socks (Socks? Who is going barefoot at a kegster?) to put in the box of the porch once the sun comes up. The set of car keys he finds, he pins to the corkboard—Ransom or Holster will know whose keys they are and can get them back to their owner. Wicky wipes the stickiness off the kitchen counters and table and sweeps the floor. He’s just bagging up the trash when a soft, concerned Wicky? comes from the doorway.

He spins to see Ollie in the doorway, looking adorably confused as he hides a yawn in his shoulder.

“Thought you were asleep, Ollie,” he says, quietly so he doesn’t wake the rest of the Haus.

“I thought you were gon’ sleep. What’re you doin’?”

“Just too amped from the party, I think. Got a jump on the clean up. Figure Bitty would appreciate—”

“Wicky.” Ollie cuts him off, mid-ramble. “Was it— Are you—” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Should I back off?”

Wicky’s mouth goes dry. Apparently Ollie doesn’t want to let him continue to ignore the root cause of his restlessness. Rude of him, but it sort of sounds like—

“Back off?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. You were right there next to me on the dance floor.”

Wicky gulps. “You— you weren’t just…”

“Jesus fucking christ, Wicky. I wasn’t just anything when I pulled you against me by the back of your neck. I wanted you pressed as close as possible. I thought you wanted that, too.”

“Oh.”

“But it clearly made you uncomfortable enough that you’re cleaning at three in the morning, so. Do you want me to back off?” Ollie repeats, meeting his eyes squarely.

“Just, to confirm, or whatever. You were flirting with me tonight?”

“I’ve been flirting with you for weeks, Pace.” He rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Or trying to anyway. I couldn’t really get a read on whether you were flirting back or not. Tonight was a chance to see if you would.”

“Oh.”

In the quiet that stretches between them, Wicky can’t hear anything but the thundering of his heartbeat in his ears. Ollie has been flirting with him. For weeks. Flirting with him.

“I’m really gonna need you to say someth—mphff.”

Wicky cuts Ollie’s words off with a kiss. He pulls Ollie as close as possible, deliberately mirroring their positions from earlier tonight. He’s got one hand on his waist, the other cupping the back of Ollie’s neck, holding him firmly in place. He’s not sure how long they kiss for, only that it feels fucking amazing, his best friend matching every movement of his mouth. It feels sheets warm from the dryer—safe and comfortable, lived in.

He kind of never wants it to stop.

#cricket writes #omgcp #ficlet fest 500 #darthlivion #transwicky #check please

[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 46

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,520ish

Summary: Obi-Wan goes to Daiyu to retrieve Leia. He learns some news while there.

Notes: This is basically all of Kenobi Episode 2 with a little added reader in there. It’s a little boring, to be honest, sorry.

Once on Daiyu, Obi-Wan didn’t know what to do. All the signals in and out of the planet were blocked so he couldn’t find the ship that had brought Leia here. He had asked Qui-Gon for guidance, only to still receive nothing. As Obi-Wan walked the streets, he caught sight of a clone veteran. He was still in his clone armor, an unkept beard growing.

“Spare any credits?” The clone asked, holding out his helmet. Obi-Wan walked over, pulling out a few credits. “Help a veteran get a warm meal.”

Obi-Wan was reminded of the clones—Rex, Cody, Crak, Fives, Oddball, and many others. He hated seeing the Empire throw them away. Yes, the clones were bread for one purpose, but that didn’t make any of it right. Obi-Wan tossed the credits in the helmet before moving on.

After meeting a man named Haja, pretending to be a Jedi, Obi-Wan was able to find where Leia was being kept. He snuck into a lab and was trying to figure out where Leia was being kept in it.

“Hey,” a lab worker called out from behind. Two workers came to Obi-Wan’s side. “What are you doing back here?”

“Oh, I seem to have lost my way,” Obi-Wan responded, pretending to be clueless.

The lab worker scoffed. “Yeah, well, get back to work.”

“Right.”

Obi-Wan threw he elbow back, hitting the shorter working in the face and onto the ground. The taller worker in front of Obi-Wan, punched Obi-Wan in the gut. He groaned before being hit in the face. Obi-Wan’s hand went up to his nose as he turned around and dodged a punch from the taller worker. The shorter worker was back on his feet, helping attack Obi-Wan. 

The weakened Jedi, dodged a few blows before punching the taller man down. Obi-Wan groaned in pain, having forgotten how much it hurt to punch someone. The shorter man went after Obi-Wan, who dodged the attacks and fought him off with his one hand. Eventually, Obi-Wan caught the man by the neck and leaned into his ear.

“Where’s the girl?” Obi-Wan asked quietly.

The man told Obi-Wan that he would find her fuller down in another hall. Obi-Wan knocked the man out before quickly finding his way to the room. He unlocked it and the door slid open. A hooded figure was in the center of the little room.

“Leia,” Obi-Wan whispered. “Leia.”

He flipped the hood off to reveal an old droid. Two beings came up from behind Obi-Wan, turned him around, and pinned him to the wall, aiming their weapons at him. A man walked in, all cocky.

“I didn’t know that Jedi could bleed,” the man taunted, seeing blood on Obi-Wan’s clothing from the fight. “I’m surprised you fell for it.” He chuckled. “I figured you’d be smarter than to risk everything for a spoiled little brat.” 

The man punched Obi-Wan in the gut, causing him to lurch forward with a groan. One of the one’s pinning Obi-Wan down, took Obi-Wan’s saber from his belt and handed it to the man.

“The Inquisitor really figured you out,” the man stated as he studied the lightsaber in his hand. “She’ll be here soon. Then we’ll be rich and you’ll be dead.”

“Where is the girl?” Obi-Wan asked. “She must be close.”

“Doesn’t matter! You’re not getting out of here. You’re not a Jedi anymore, Kenobi. You’re just a man. And you’re bleeding all over my floor.”

“Well, everybody bleeds.”

He pulled a thing of spice that a girl before had put in his pocket and threw it on the ground. It exploded into the air, making everyone cough. Obi-Wan put a mask on, went over to the man, kneed him in the crotch, and took his lightsaber back. He walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He carefully continued down the hall. He stopped in front of one of the doors and placed his hand on it. Obi-Wan could vaguely sense someone inside. He opened it and stepped in. He was quickly hit by something and notice a girl trying to make a run for it.

“Wait,” Obi-Wan ordered, reaching over and grabbing Leia.

“Let go of me!” Leia yelled.

“Wait!”

“Let go!” Obi-Wan set her down and she stumbled back. He had his hands out to show he meant no harm. “Who are you?”

“Your father sent me. I’m here to help you.”

“Where’s the army?”

“Come. I’m gonna get you out of here.” He took her hand and started dragging her from the room. 

“Why should I trust you?”

“Would you rather stay here? Now, let’s go.”

Obi-Wan quickly led Leia outside, knowing that they had little time with an Inquisitor on the way. He put his hood up and stole a smaller lab coat for Leia, forcing her to put her hood up as well.

“Come on,” he urged quietly, holding her hand. “We don’t have much time. Keep your head down.”

“This would’ve been easier with the army,” Leia muttered.

“Shh. Quiet.”

Obi-Wan guided Leia over to a quieter place. He let go of her hand.

“Come in here,” he said. “We have to change.”

Leia took notice of the two sabers on his belt. “Is that a— you’re a Jedi?” She questioned.

He quickly shushed her as he looked around and pulled another item of clothing over his head. “Quiet.”

Leia pulled her lab coat off as well. “It’s just… you seem kind of old and beat up.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, already sensing the Anakin in Leia. He leaned down to be more at her level. “There is a port across the city. We need to make the last transport.”

“Okay, then let’s go.” Leia turned around and headed away.

“Wait.”

Leia froze in front of a large creature that growled at her. Obi-Wan quickly went to her side as the creature walked away.

“You have no idea what I’m risking being here, Your Highness,” Obi-Wan told her. “From now on, you’ll do exactly as you’re told, understand?”

Leia nodded, still in shock. Obi-Wan grabbed her hand and started heading down the streets. As they walked, Obi-Wan heard beeping on data pads and comlinks. He noticed that they all had images of him on it. He tried not to groan as he flipped his hood back on.

“Come on,” he told Leia. He took her to a little stall across the street and grabbed a green cape. “Here, put this on.”

“Can I try this one instead?” Leia asked, grabbing the highly decorated one. 

“Half the city is looking for you. Put this on.” He helped her into the cape. Before going to the owner and pointing to what he was going to buy. “A little green cape.” Leia walked over to a set of gloves and picked them up. “You don’t need those.” Leia continued to put them on. “And the gloves,” he told the owner, knowing it was useless. “Thank you.” He walked back over to Leia. “Now, if anyone asks, we’re farmers from Tawl and you’re my daughter.”

“Granddaughter, maybe,” Leia muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing.” The two headed down the street again. “Where are we?”

“Daiyu.”

“This place is incredible. Do you smell that?” She tried to head over to a food stall.

Obi-Wan stopped her. “Don’t smell anything. Don’t look at anything. Don’t touch anything.”

“You should like my parents. Why aren’t you using your lightsabers? Maybe it’s because you’re not really a Jedi. I heard they all died. I read that Jedi can make things float. Make me float.”

“What?”

“I want to float.”

“No.”

“Because you can’t.”

“Because if I use the Force, then it’ll draw attention to us. Come on.”

“You haven’t even told me your name.”

“Ben.”

“It’s not a Jedi name.”

“Well, that’s my name. You’ll have to trust me eventually.”

“How can I trust you when I know you’re hiding something?” Leia stopped, forcing Obi-Wan to look at him. “You think the less you say, the less you give away, but, really, it’s the opposite.”

“How old are you?”

“Ten.”

“You don’t sound like you’re ten.” You sound like your father, your aunt, and your mother.

“Thank you.”

“Come on.” 

Obi-Wan guided her into an alleyway, away from those clearly after him. They entered a clearer one, when a man turned the corner. Obi-Wan quickly uppercut him, knocking the man out and to the ground.

“Who was—“

“He’s a bounty hunter,” Obi-Wan answered, cutting the young girl off. 

He pulled the body to the side to not make it noticeable. Leia found a seat against the wall and pulled out her small droid.

“We’ll stay here for now,” Obi-Wan said. He noticed the droid and pointed at it. “No noise from that.”

“Her name’s Lola,” Leia responded. “And she won’t make any. She’s hurt.”

“Good.” Obi-Wan realized how that must have sounded and regretted it. You would have been much better at handling Leia, much kinder and gentler. He moved over and crouched beside her. “What happened to her anyway?”

“She was ripped to pieces by kidnappers. She’ll be alright, though. She’s strong.”

“I let your parents know you’re safe. You’ll be back in the palace, back to normal, by nightfall.”

“Normal. Great.”

“Now who’s hiding something, Princess?”

“You don’t have to call me that. I’m just Leia.”

The man that Obi-Wan had knocked out had a device that started beeping.

“Stay here,” Obi-Wan ordered as he went to check it out. He saw a picture of himself on it and he knew he needed to shut it off. Leia followed after Obi-Wan, noticing the picture.

“What is that?” Leia asked. “Why is there a picture of you? You did lie.” She took a step back.

“Leia—“

“That’s what you were hiding. You’re the reason I’m here. They took me to get to you.” She kept backing away. “Did my father even send you?”

“Of course he did. Leia, listen to—“

“How do I know you’re not the real kidnapper?”

“You have to trust me.”

“You aren’t a Jedi.”

“Your father is a very old friend.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Leia.” She turned and bolted out of the alleyway. “Leia! No!”

As Obi-Wan began to chase Leia through the busy streets, his mind played a similar memory to this one.

“Are you saying it was your decision?” You asked, voice clearly broken.

Obi-Wan sighed, absolutely hating himself for being the cause of your pain. “Look, I know I did some questionable things—even verging on terrible, but I did what I had to do. I hope you can understand that.”

You yanked your wrist from his grip as you spun around. “You lied to me! You— you severed our bond!” You were grateful that it was just the two of you left here as tears spilled down your face. “Do you even know how much pain you caused me?!”

“As I told you, I would never do you harm without reason.”

You shook your head. “This—“ You motioned to his transformative look. “This was not a good enough reason… you broke my heart, Obi-Wan. You broke my trust… I don’t think I can ever look at you the same again.”

“Darling, please, you need to understand that—” he stepped toward you only for you to quickly step away.

“Please, just leave me alone.” You ran away, into the woods.

“Y/N! Y/N! Come back!”

Obi-Wan could not lose Leia. Not that he really lost you that day, but he almost did. He could not fail you by losing Leia. He tried not to draw too much attention to himself but he had to move fast to keep up with her. He watched as someone grabbed Leia and he quickly drew his blaster and shot the man down. Another man attacked Obi-Wan. He quickly took the man down before Leia started running again.

“Leia!” He shouted. 

“No!” She cried. 

“Leia, wait! Stop!”

“Leave me alone.”

Leia found a ladder in an alleyway and quickly climbed up it, onto a roof. Obi-Wan saw her and followed after.

“No! Wait!” He called. “Leia!”

When he reached the rooftop, Obi-Wan saw Leia hurrying from one roof to the next.

“Leia!” He kept calling. “Leia!” Leia paused when she saw the bounty hunter on a roof across the alley. “Stop!”

Leia ducked behind some clothes hung to dry just before shots were fired at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan pulled out his blaster and begun to fire back. He fired as he followed after Leia.

“Leia! Stop, Leia!” His fear was ever-growing. How would he be able to face Bail if Leia had died on his watch? “Leia! Leia!” He was growing more desperate with each call of her name. “Wait!” He ducked behind a piece of the rooftop to start firing at the bounty hunter again as Leia ran toward the edge of the roof. “Leia!” 

Another bounty hunter joined in the attack as Leia clearly was debating on whether or not to try and jump to the next roof.

“Leia, don’t!” Obi-Wan shouted as he fired at the bounty hunters. Finally, he was able to hit the first hunter, killing him. “Leia, no!” Leia started running for the edge. “No!” She jumped off and Obi-Wan rushed over. “Leia, no!” He watched as she caught a wire hanging between the two buildings. “Hold on! Hold on tight!”

“Ben!” Leia whimpered.

“Don’t let go, Leia. Hold on tight.”

“Ben!”

Obi-Wan was panicking. He didn’t know what to do. He could see that her fingers were slipping. “Hold on. Just—Just… Leia! Leia, no!” Her fingers let go and Obi-Wan swore his heart stopped. “No!”

“Ben!”

Obi-Wan shot his arm out and closed his eyes. Straining, he tried to use the Force to catch Leia, to stop her from falling. He groaned as the Force was not reacting as fast as he would like. He thought of you and how strong your connection was to the Force. Obi-Wan pushed himself further until he could finally feel the Force react. Leia stopped just before she hit the ground. Obi-Wan grunted as he slowly set her down. Panting, he closed his eyes briefly before rushing down to her.

“Are you alright?” He asked, crouching down beside her. He was still panting, just even having used a little of the Force had taken a lot out of him.

“You… you really are a Jedi,” she responded, slightly in shock.

“We need to move.” 

He took her hand and led her out of the alleyway. When they reached the port, they were informed that all incoming and outgoing travel had been canceled. They ducked behind a wall as Inquisitors and stormtroopers passed by.

“Who are they?” Leia asked.

“Inquisitors,” Obi-Wan responded. “Many were Jedi who turned to the dark side. Now, they hunt their own kind.”

“And this is all for you? Who are you?”

Hearing something behind them, Obi-Wan suddenly stood up. Without doing anything, the bounty hunter was shot down revealing Haja, the false Jedi.

“The bounty is on me,” Obi-Wan said, quickly pleading his case. “Let her go.”

“Listen carefully,” Haja said, hurrying to him. “The entire city’s locked down. It’s done. you need another exit.” He pointed to a building up in the sky. “It’s a cargo port. It’s fully automated. They won’t be looking for you there. Go to transport eight.” He handed Obi-Wan a small device.

“What are you talking about?”

“It goes to Mapuzo. They’ll be waiting.”

“Who’ll be waiting?”

“There are people out there, people who can help you.”

“You expect me to trust you? You’re a criminal.”

“Look, have I made a few bad decisions? Sure. Do I feel bad about it? Sometimes. Do I like credits? Yeah. So much stuff you can buy with credits.”

“Haja.”

“You remembered my name.” Haja chuckled. “I’m trying to make amends. I got that family safe, and I’m gonna do the same for you. If I’d known what you were—“

“Doesn’t matter what I am. I just need to get the girl home.”

“Go to these coordinates. They’ll help you from there.” Haja held out another small object.

“And how do I know this isn’t just a trap?”

“What choice do you have?” Obi-Wan took the other object from Haja. “You’re not alone, Obi-Wan. I’ll buy you as much time as I can.”

Haja rushed off with Obi-Wan and Leia quickly doing the same. They made their way to the cargo port elevator and up to where they needed.

“We must be careful,” Obi-Wan warned. “This is a cargo port. It’s not meant for people.”

“Then they won’t look for us here.”

“Well, not unless it’s a setup.”

“Is it that hard to believe you might have friends?” Leia moved to stand in front of Obi-Wan and stopped. “Look, since I met you, I’ve been chased, shot at, I almost fell to my death, and now there are Inquisiting people after us. If somebody is offering us help, I think we should take it. Now, come on.” 

Leia turned and headed off. Obi-Wan couldn’t move, just taking in what Leia had said. There was so much of Padme and Anakin in her—even a little of you. But that rant just pulled him back to a time when he watched Padme argue in the Senate. Leia turned back when she realized Obi-Wan wasn’t following.

“What now?” She asked.

“Oh, nothing,” he responded, “you just remind me of someone.” He walked over to her. “She was fearless, too. And stubborn.”

“I’m not stubborn.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I’m not! Was your friend a Jedi, too?”

Obi-Wan sighed, stopping in his tracks. “No, she was a leader. She died a long time ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Me, too.”

The two continued to walk together towards the cargo ship. A door clanked behind them, causing Obi-Wan to rush Leia behind a stack of cargo. He peeked over to see a female Inquisitor walk in and ignite her red lightsaber.

“Obi-Wan…” the Inquisitor called in a sing-song tone of voice.

“Leia,” Obi-Wan stopped and held out the two objects Haja had give him. “If I don’t get back in time, go.” Leia took the objects. “I’ll be right behind you, I promise. Go!”

“I can feel you…” the Inquisitor continued. 

Obi-Wan took his lightsaber off his belt and held it in his two hands like he had never held one before. Feeling that he might need extra strength, he placed his back on his belt and took yours in his hands. He ducked behind the cargo as he tried to see where the Inquisitor was.

“Your fear betrays you,” the Inquisitor stated. “You don’t have to worry. You’re not going to die… today. I’m just going to take you to him. Lord Vader will be pleased.” Obi-Wan stopped, unable to move. What had she just said? “You didn’t know. He’s alive, Obi-Wan. Anakin Skywalker is alive.” Obi-Wan felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest, his breathing becoming labored. “He’s been looking for you for a long time. And I will be the one to deliver you to him… deliver him to your love.” 

His love? Obi-Wan was confused. What did this Inquisitor know about his love? About Y/N? She couldn’t possibly be alive. Obi-Wan had felt her death, he was sure of it. All of this was short-circuiting his brain.

“Third Sister!” The Grand Inquisitor shouted, bursting into the room. “I can stand the reek of your ambition no longer.”

“I found him,” the Third Sister responded. “We have him!”

“And I cannot risk you losing him again. Move aside.” Obi-Wan peeked through the cargo to see the Inquisitors. “Watch and learn.” The Grand Inquisitor went to use the Force when the Third Sister plunged her lightsaber into him.

“You think I’d let you take all the credit?” She pulled her lightsaber from him and the Grand Inquisitor fell to the floor. “Who’s in the gutter now?” 

Obi-Wan ran off to the cargo ship. Leia saw him coming and started the ship. It took off as the Third Sister ran after Obi-Wan.

“You can’t run, Obi-Wan!” The Third Sister shouted. “You can’t escape him! We will find you! We will destroy you!”

As the ship flew off, Obi-Wan fell down into a seat. He was incredibly dazed, overwhelmed by the information he had just received. He was breathing heavily, unable to calm his racing heart.

“What is it?” Leia asked, noticing that something was wrong. “Are you okay?”

“Anakin,” he breathed out.

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Being Honest (E42 Miles)

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, I don't understand this

"Miles what the fuck is your problem?!" [name] shouted out of pure frustration. It had been about 2 months since the death of Mr. Morales and Miles seemed to only be getting worse as time passed.

[name] had been the only one of Miles's friends to actually bond with his dad, so she was almost as hurt as he was, knowing her pain could never match his. Not that she could really let that show as she was too busy trying to make sure Miles didn't crash out.

"Bro just leave me alone right now" he cut his eyes over at her, observing the way she almost exploded at him but calmed herself down.

"Look, Miles, I know you're hurt. I promise I do. But that doesn't mean you can walk around and treat people who're trying to make sure you're okay, like shit!" she huffed, trying her best to get through to him.

His head slowly turned to her and they made intense eye contact before he spoke.

"Nobody asked you to"

[name] looked at him like he had 3 heads before she chuckled.

"Oh okay. Well since you Mr. Big and the fuck Bad, I'll leave you to your business, the fuck" she said, scrunching her face up while gathering her things.

Not a word was said as she walked out of his room.

Lately, I've been feeling' alone

But I'm clutching my chrome

Pray to my mama I'm gon make it home

Twenty missed calls, I ain't answer my phone

Miles watched his phone ring over and over, eventually silencing it, already knowing who it was.

He knew every night when he put that suit on, was another chance of him not making it back home. Not that he much cared about his own safety, he just didn't want to put the loss of both her husband and son on his mom. In the back of his head, he also knew he wouldn't ever want to put [name] through that type of pain.

The night she walked out of his room, he felt like she gave up on him. In his head, he figured it was going to happen, which is why he expected for that to be the case. So when she called him that night, he just stared at his phone.

He stayed by himself most days. He didn't go to school anymore, nor did he barely leave his room whenever he was home. At nights, he pushed all of his thoughts away that didn't correlate with his work.

He was alone. But while he thought it would be best, he caught himself thinking a few times. Thinking about his life before tragedy struck.

When he still had his happiness. His dad. When he had [name].

I got my front, but is you behind me?

Get goofy like Martin and Gina

Or get greedy like Keisha and Tommy

Then get deady like Whitney and Bobby

He missed her. Even though he tried to convince himself he didn't, he knew he did.

At nights, he would sometimes sit on top of a random building and stare into the sky thinking. Memories of him and [name] before invaded his mind. The way they would just sit in his room for hours talking about absolutely nothing. Just basking in each others presence.

He thought about all the times she defended his name both in front of him and behind his back. The way she would randomly get suspended because "some bitch don't know how to keep your name out her mouth".

Thoughts of her smile and laugh filled his mind, causing a small smile to form on his. How she would laugh and smile her way out of any situation always blew his mind. He could daydream about her pearly whites lighting up the sky all day. How laugh she would hard whenever they teamed up to prank his or her parents. Or when he tickled her, he couldn't help but smile at the way she laughed and squirmed to get his hands off of her.

He thought back to the night of the argument. He knew he should've reached out afterwards or at least answered any of her calls. Quite frankly, he was scared. He didn't know what she wanted to talk about, plus he was scared to be vulnerable around anyone. Plus, he was keeping her out of harm's way the further he stayed away from her. In his head, he knew that was some bullshit and just a bunch of stupid excuses he told himself to bury the guilt under.

Whenever he tried to smoke the pain away, it just came back harder. He looked at the Dutch: Dream Fusion wrapper and felt a tug at his heart as he thought of how she specifically always asked for that type of gar. It was something stupid to get emotional at, but he found himself wiping a tear from his eye as he stared at it. He missed how they would get violently high and watch a movie while pigging out on a bunch of snacks.

After a few more thoughts and a decision to go with his impulsive thoughts, he found himself outside of her door.

You're changing, I can't stand it

My heart can't take this damage

And the way I feel, can't stand it

Mmm, I don't understand this

He hesitantly knocked, waiting a few minutes before the door was opened. He made eye contact with the girl he had been longing for for a month. Her eyes watered just like his before she embraced him in a hug.

He finally broke down. Finally allowed his emotions to be on full display as she hurriedly brought him into the house. He sobbed into her arms for what felt like an hour, taken over by the feeling of comforting arms.

"Fuck, [name], I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push you out- well I did but I didn't- I don't- fuck I missed you," he sobbed, feeling her hands play with one of his braids as she shushed him quietly.

"It's fine Miles, I understand"

"What's all this noise-," they heard as another light turned on.

They looked up to the voice, seeing [name]'s mother.

"Oh, Miles" she sighed, walking over and pulling the boy into a hug on her own. "We've been so worried about you! [name] said you weren't answering the phone and Rio, poor Rio, she said she barely even sees you." she said, hugging him tighter.

"I'm sorry, ma" he mumbled, squeezing her tighter as well.

"And you know, if you need anything, we're here. You understand?" she asked and he nodded his head.

She walked back to her room, leaving the two teenagers in the living room.

"Don't apologize for taking your space. I understand." she said as his mouth opened to speak.

"I'm not apologizing for taking my space. I'm apologizing for how I acted that night. And for worrying you" he mumbled, making her smile softly.

"Don't. I shouldn't have-"

"You did everything right, pretty, I promise. I just..." he paused and sighed. "I just didn't want pity from anyone else. I was getting it from everyone. But I didn't realize you weren't pitying me, you were just... there for me. So thank you. A lot." he said, looking up at her.

She nodded and sent him a smile. "Don't worry about it. That's what I'm here for" she said, making him smile a bit.

"Yeah yeah" he said, waving her off playfully.

"Soooooo, we good now?" she asked, making him look at her like she was stupid.

"Nigga duh" he chuckled, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Not too fucking much now"

The end.

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@misfittcd (Qui-Gon)

The moment about fifty droidekas entered the battlefield, the operation on Hoth went pear-shaped. Qui-Gon fought alone with only a handful of his men and it would be impossible for him to push the enemy back. "Cody, I will go out and cover their backs to help them retreat!" Obi-Wan heard his Commander's protests but he was already jumping out of their transport to enter the fray.

How had they not known this? Their intel had promised a smooth ride, with no mention of an entire Separatist stronghold. Hoth had been explicitiy not under Separatist control. Now it seemed like either someone made an honest mistake or they had been lured here deliberately into a well-crafted ambush. Obi-Wan's mind was racing about their tactical error and the implication of a mole in their intelligence, while he ran as fast as his legs carried him.

When Qui-Gon came in sight, he was alive, but the Force was thick with the distress of the troopers by his side who tried their best to retreat while covering their General and not getting shot. Obi-Wan caught up and began to mimic his former Master, deflecting droideka shots with his lightsaber to give the clones protection. "Move! Just run, we got you," Obi-Wan promised them. But droideka blaster shots were as dangerous as the rest of the droid - much faster and more powerful. With so many of them, deflecting the shots took everything out of Obi-Wan. He would need complete trust into the Force and to surrender to it, allowing it to guide his movements. This was impossible due to his fear for Qui-Gon. An attachment, obviously, one he hoped Master Yoda could chastise him about when they were both back safe and sound in the temple.

Qui-Gon got shot, once, then twice and he went down. "Master!" All Obi-Wan could do was to jump in front of him and buy them both some time, deflecting whatever he could, knowing he himself wouldn't keep this up for long either, only prolonging the inevitable.

Suddenly the icy ground beneath them cracked and rumbled, causing Obi-Wan to stumble, while the droidekas, equipped with stabilizers, were not hindered at all and continued their assault. A massive ice worm exploded out of the cracks in the ancient ice in front of them. Thankfully he covered the two Jedi and Obi-Wan had the opportunity to lift his tall Master into his arms as carefully as possible, the Force augmenting his muscles. "Stay with me, Qui-Gon, stay awake." Extending his senses, the Force showed him a cave close by, a safe enough place to carry his wounded Master. Obi-Wan dashed off, careful not to jostle Qui-Gon too much.

#misfittcd #misfittcd (qui-gon) #v: the clone wars #so excited about men getting hurt <3

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💌 8 with Obi-Wan please? I love all of the blurbs you’ve written ❤️❤️

8. shielding the other one with their body [x]

Obi-Wan knows not to develop attachments but, Maker above, he truly loves you.

He knows his master would merely smile if he admitted his feelings, but he’s trying to become a master himself one day and so it’s a secret he’ll keep close to his chest.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had come to your planet on a mission and your family had asked them to stay for supper before returning to the temples.

Currently, you’re setting a pot of soup down on the table, but even without the support of the force, Obi-Wan can tell something is wrong.

When he hears snickering from the youngling on the opposite end of the table, he knows what the problem is. The little stinker had pranked Obi-Wan with a water device that sprayed him head to toe when they first met.

Watching the soup brim with bubbles has him up on his feet, darting around the table to stand in front of you before it explodes. It pops loudly and goes everywhere.

Soup is on his face, in his hair, and all down his robes.

At the sight, your mother at the table turns toward the young boy and smacks him upside the head, causing him to shout out.

Then your hands creep onto his shoulders and Obi-Wan spins around to see you holding back a wide smile.

“Thanks for protecting me,” you say.

With soup dripping down his nose, he grins. “Any time.”

#:obianswers #:goodbye event #obi-wan kenobi x reader #friskynotebook #taylor tag #thanks! <3

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A small black backpack is also left at Corali's work, containing an unmarked package and a letter stating "FROM CORALI". The package contains a bomb- One that explodes if the package is tampered with, though the explosion is minor and would only maim whoever opened it, and cause some damage to the surrounding area via fire and shrapnel. Whoever left it was wearing all black and a hoodie obscuring their face.

When Corali arrived to work that night -- She was desperate for a distraction from what happened the night before -- she was greeted to the sight of an ambulance taking someone away and damage to the bar. There were large scorch marks on the outside and shrapnel everywhere. She rushed over to ask what happened when she spotted a severed arm about three feet away from the building. Specifically Aeriol's arm, the bar's owner, if the yellow blood was anything to go by.

"Kierii, what happened here!?" Corali asked the bartender, who looked incredibly shaken up. They were bloodied with several cuts, and they second they saw Corali their expression turned into a harsh glare.

"I dunno, why don't you tell me??" they spat and pulled a singed note from their pocket that read "FROM CORALI." At this point a couple of the other staff arrived on the scene and stared in confusion and fear at the sight. The rust's expression immediately soured and contorted from concern into rage. She snatched the note from them and tore it to pieces.

"Y'all think I did this!? All y'all know me! I ain't no coward leavin' bombs fer people! I get my fuckin' hands dirty!" Corali shouted in indignant fury. Kierii grabbed her by the collar with both hands and forced her down to their eye level, then used one hand to point to the arm on the ground.

"You see that? That's Aeriol's -- my ashen's -- arm! It got blown off the second he moved the bag with the bomb in it!" she screeched with tears of anger now forming at the corners of her eyes. "We know you didn't do it. The person the cameras caught looks nothing like you, but whatever grudge you have with them is blowing back on us."

They released her with a shove, though with their smaller stature Corali didn't even budge, and glared up at her.

"You're done working here. Don't come back."

Corali stared at them in shock and disbelief for a few moments before finally finding her words. "Are y'all fuckin' kiddin' me!!? Yer gon' can me fer somethin' some coward ass chicken shit did??"

"Yeah! Because that 'coward ass chicken shit' targeted us to get to you and almost killed someone! And if you stay here, they're gonna come back and do even more damage!"

"This ain't my fault! Why--"

"I DON'T CARE!!! We're not safe with you here! Get the fuck off our property!!"

Corali let out a loud frustrated, furious shout before turning around and storming off. Freshly out of work again on top of her would-be pale being most likely kidnapped was the final straw. She angrily made her way to a familiar store she hadn't visited in seven perigees. The clerk at the counter jolted when she slammed the door open and stomped her way to the counter.

"Shit, Corali, it's been ages! Wha--"

"My usual order! Now!" she barked at him and slammed a fist on the counter. He backed up considerably before running off to gather a variety of booze and liquor he hadn't had to remember in a very long time.

Tonight, she was running away from her problems the best way she knew how.

#things to read #Anonymous #Corali Primer #WELP YOU BROKE HER #Delayed Reaction

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13. Blur

3:45 a.m.

Stumbling into the dark house, Stevie's warm body is pushed up against the door, closing it in the process. Rod's lips capture hers, while he pulls her up on his waist.

With the many, many shots of Hennessy in their systems, their sexual tension is skyrocketing.

Stevie roughly unbuttons his shirt, while he moves away from the door towards the stairs, practically rushing up them.

Walking inside and kicking the door closed, they both fall back onto the bed, tearing at each other's clothes, becoming naked in no time.

"I want you so bad," Rod whispers into her ear, making her shiver.

She wraps a leg around his hip, pulling him closer to her heat.

"Take me."

His rough hands find the back of her thighs, pulling them apart to give him a view of her arousal.

She drags a hand down her body, rubbing circles around her clit with her index finger.

He swats it away, replacing it with his own. Her head finds its resting spot on her pillows, soaking up the feeling.

Pushing two fingers into her wetness, he watches her face scrunch up. Plunging them in and out of her, he lets his lips linger over hers.

"Oh shit, baby!" One hand grips the one between her legs and the other grabs the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her face.

"Fuck me— p-please! Fuck me!" He continues to dig into her, sending her eyes to the back of her head, her moans increasing.

"You want me to dig in that pussy?" He asks. Stevie nods, unable to do anything but moan. He smirks.

"Gotta answer me, baby." She grips his hand tighter.

"Please— please!"

Pulling his fingers away from her, her eyes snap open and a pout forms on her dark ruby stained lips.

"Get on your knees, baby." Immediately assuming the position, she puts a deep arch in her back to show off her slick folds.

Wasting no time putting the condom on, he stuffs himself inside of her. Stevie's mouth flies open, letting anyone within earshot know how she's feeling.

"Oh— shit! That feels so good," his hand grips the front of her throat, turning her on even more as he thrusts into her.

"Mm... keep grippin' me just like that." Her body hunches from its arched position, her walls grippin' tight.

"I— fuck! It's so damn good! Ohh my goodness," Stevie whines, gripping his thigh.

"You tappin' out on me, mama?" His hand on her throat reaches up to cup her chin, pulling her to somewhat face him as he leans over her.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!"

Speeding his strokes up, Rod places his lips on her ear.

"Cum for me, baby… mm, you feel so damn good... ah shhhit." By the end of his teasing, she explodes onto him.

Her body begins to shake as he moves her to back, while her legs rest on his waist.

She drags her finger down the side of his length, earning a grunt from him.

"Gimme more, baby." Her delicate hand wraps around his length, pulling him closer to her throbbing core.

He slides back inside of her, immediately stiffening his movements and tossing his head back. Her eyes stay glued to him as her walls slick even more.

She leans up on her elbows and brings her hips back and forth onto him. His left hand grips her hip.

"Mm... does that feel good?" His other hand comes down on her ass, causing her to clench around him.

"Fuuuckk yes... keep goin'." Her pace increases and she's slamming down on him, while he continuously smacks her ass.

"Shit... come here." Pulling her up on his waist, she straddles him and starts bouncing, sending his eyes to the back of his head.

"Mm, feels so fucking good!" She digs her nails into his shoulders, beginning to grind on him.

"Fuck... grip that shit, girl." Stevie's back arches, while her velvety walls suck him up.

His rough hands grip her waist, slowing down her movements. He pulls her closer to him, nipping at her sensitive chest.

Stevie's moans increase as she feels her second orgasm approaching quickly. She cradles his head as she begins to rock a little faster.

"I'm gonna cum," his lips move up to her neck, sucking on her sweet spot.

"You gon cum all over this dick?" She throws her head back, clenching at his tone.

"Fuuuck yes! I'm so c-close!" He tightens his grip on her waist, before thrusting upward into her.

Her moans turn into sharp breaths. Her eyes screw shut and her body spasms.

"I'm cumming! Ohhh shhhhit!" She tries to lift up but he slams her back down, ultimately setting her off. 

Placing her back on her back, he pulls her leg up on his shoulder and digs into her at a deeper angle.

With her eyes still shut, she pulls him down for a sloppy kiss, smothering her moans. She feels him begin to swell inside of her.

Pulling away from his lips, she opens her eyes and drapes one hand over his shoulder, while the other cups his chin.

"Cum, baby.... I feel it," she trails kisses along his neck, feeling him stiffen and release inside the condom.

She repeatedly kisses his neck, feeling him pull her closer to his heated body.

"I love you.... I love you," she drifts off into dreamland, still mumbling that same statement.

The bright sun shines down on them, pulling a groggy Stevie from her slumber. Rod, still halfway unconscious, pulls her closer to him.

She snuggles underneath him, until her bladder awakens and threatens to empty itself onto her sheets. She removes his arm from around her waist and rushes across the hall.

"Oh man... What the hell happened last night?" Flushing and washing her hands, she stares at her reflection.

Her, once bone straight hair, is now a frizzy mess. Her neck and chest are littered in various shades of red and purple hickeys, and her skin has a dewy glow to it.

"Hm," heading back into her bedroom, she grabs a big T-shirt to throw on, climbs back into her bed and lays her head back on Rod's chest.

He groans and runs his hand up and down her back. She looks up and sees his eyes are still closed.

"Are you awake?" He nods, briefly opening his eyes to look down at her.

"Yeah... my head hurts." She sits up and grabs the tiny bottle of aspirin off her nightstand and stands back up.

"I'll be back," he pulls the covers away from his waist and stands up, scanning the floor for his boxers.

"Nah, I'll go get it babe." Stevie's eyes fall to his uncovered lower half as she absentmindedly licks her lips.

Finding them, he slips them on and turns his attention back to her, chuckling once he sees the look on her face.

"Last night wasn't enough for you, huh?" Snatching her gaze up to his face, her eyebrows lift in agreement before she returns to her spot on the bed.

He makes his way out into the hall, before mumbling that she's 'something else'. She giggles, catching it.

Her phone starts ringing. Grabbing it from the nightstand, she answers it.

"Hel—"

"Stevie, just listen okay? I'm freaking out. Tasha's literally a vegetable and I ran out and ended up at Aaron's.  Listen— anything that I've ever done wrong... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry — I know I've been saying that a lot, lately. I feel like the odds are against me. I don't mean to sound like I'm asking for pity, because I'm really not... I ... I just wish I was smarter. I wish I used my damn common sense, more often. I don't know."

"Tyler, you like running away from everything. That's your problem. Every time something gets a little shaky or goes haywire, you jump ship! How do you expect to grow as a person, if you can't face any type of discomfort? That's not healthy. Stop doing that. Go back to the hospital and be with your family, girl. Aaron ain't the person that you need to be around, at all."

"I know," she rolls her eyes.

"So, get your ass up and go!" Tyler huffs and Stevie hears shuffling, before she speaks again.

"O-okay, I'm going." The crack in Tyler's voice tugs on her heart.

"It's okay to be scared, ty. But, you gotta be there for her. She needs you. She's gonna be okay. I send my love and prayers to you guys. I love you."

"Thank you. I love you, too." Tyler hangs up and Stevie says a silent prayer for Tasha.

"Everything alright?" Rod comes back into the room with a half empty water bottle, sitting back on the bed.

"Yeah... Tyler's cousin isn't doing too good and I had to talk her off the ledge, again." His brows furrow.

"Literally?" She shakes her head, causing him to let out a breath.

"Metaphorically— well, I've actually had to talk her down from a ledge, one time. She wasn't gonna jump or anything. She was drunk and was being her normal stupid self. I grabbed her just in time, too." Rod shakes his head.

"Wow. Y'all been through some shit, huh?" Stevie nods, before staring down at her chipped nail polish.

"We didn't drive or anything, last night, did we?" She asks.

"Nah, we walked to the bar. That's the only thing I do remember, besides us having sex." Stevie snorts.

"What?" Rod asks, amused at her choice of response.

"That's some wild shit. I've gotten blackout drunk, twice, in less than a couple months."

"All newly legal people experience it. It's normal."

"Yeah, well I think I'm good, for a while. My liver is screaming at me." Rod chuckles and pulls her into his lap.

"There's other ways to be lifted, you know." He wiggles his eyebrows, making her laugh.

"Oh, I know. You and that crazy ass best friend of mine introduced me to it."

His eyes trail over to the clock and he groans, pulling Stevie closer to him. Her lips flatten into a line as she caresses his thigh with the tips of her nails.

"Therapy?"

"Mhm."

"You'll be okay, I promise."

"I know. I just don't feel like it, today." Stevie turns in his hold and pokes her bottom lip out.

"Want me to go with you?"

"You don't have to, baby. Plus, you'd be sitting in the waiting room for however long."

"I don't mind, really. It'd be different scenery than the house, that's for sure." She gives a slight smile.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yeah! If I get bored, I'll go into town and do some shopping or whatever."

"Aight. I guess I'll head home and shower." Rod readjusts Stevie on his lap and places his chin on her shoulder. She laughs and tries pulling his hands apart so she can get up.

"You do know that involves you actually getting up, right?" He sighs, again. Releasing his grip on her, she stands up and pulls him up, as well.

"Come on, babe. You said your therapist was cool, right?" He nods, dragging his feet across her rug.

"Then what's the issue?"

"I don't know. I'm just not in the mood." Pulling his jeans and T-shirt back on, Stevie leans against her dresser and frowns.

"You wanna reschedule it?"

"Nah," he pulls his sneakers on and walks up to her, planting a sweet kiss on her lips. "I'm gonna go. It'll be fine."

Stevie pulls on a pair of shorts, grabs her jacket and slides her feet into her slippers, heading behind Rod downstairs.

The drive to his house is quiet, besides the radio playing lowly throughout the car. Rod grabs Stevie's right hand and kisses the back of it, repeatedly.

"I love you." He says, rubbing his cheek against her hand. She glances at him, then back at the road.

"I love you, too."

"I just want you to know that. Never forget that, okay?"

"I won't, babe. I promise."

Stevie sits down in the hardback chair and watches him pull his hood away from his head.

"Alright, I won't be here for more than an hour." He leans down and kisses her forehead and lips, smiling against them as her fingers find the drawstring on his jacket.

"I'll be here waiting for you, babe. Have a good session." Kissing her again, he stands up straight.

"I'll try. I love you."

"I love you, more." He turns around and walks through the door, leaving Stevie to gaze up at the television that's playing a rerun of Sister, Sister.

Back through the door, Rod sits in the plush chair across from his therapist, Jamie. He'd handpicked her for several reasons. She's black, she's not overbearing, she's patient and she gives off an older sister vibe.

"In the month that you've been here, I've definitely seen an improvement. But it's also important that you see one, as well." Jamie says.

"I do." Rod says, flatly. Jamie peers over round metal glasses, intently.

"What's going on?"

"I guess I'm just not in the mood, today." His shoulders slouch a bit.

"How come?"

"It's Rodney's birthday and I'm just in a funk. You know about the lack of a relationship that we have and the stupid ass note that he gave my mom to give to me... I hate him. I hate him, cause I feel like I shouldn't."

"The note focused on him blaming your mother for filling your head with a negative image of your father, correct?" He nods.

"Has he proven it to be false?"

"Nah. We ran into him and it was a fucking mess— excuse me, but it was. How can you demand respect from someone that you haven't ever helped parent? You can't. It's sad cause I felt like Stevie was gonna look at me like some fool, after we got into it." He frowns, fixating his stare on the black and white pattern on the wall behind her head.

"I definitely wanna touch on your relationship with her— but, let me ask you this. Do you feel like if he was at least trying to be a good person, you'd feel differently?"

"I'd be less angry, maybe. But, he'd still be that same man that abandoned me, whether he's 'trying' or not. That's not enough."

Jamie pushes her frames up on her nose and sighs. "The void that you have is one that's so common and it's honestly alarming, how many black men grow up without a father in the house."

"I think I turned out, just fine. I don't need him."

"You need guidance, Roderick. You're still very young and this displaced anger needs to be put under control—"

"Isn't that why I'm here?" He asks, growing agitated.

"Yes, that's exactly why you're here. I know there will be days where it's hard and you really don't wanna talk to me, but if I can help you, you gotta let me do that. There's nothing wrong with going to therapy. There's something wrong with pretending like you don't have reasons for being here. None of us are perfect. We're all banged up, out here." With an aloof expression, his eyes meet hers.

"You wanna talk about Stevie, now?" The right corner of his lip turns up with little effort. Jamie softly chuckles.

"That girl is my world— next to mama, of course. She's so understanding and patient. I never had someone care about me, the way she does. She makes me wanna put in the effort and be comfortable with who I am. She's seen the sides of me that I tell you about. I get in these modes and she brings me back down to zero, instantly." The twinkle in his eyes shines brighter than the ray of sunlight peeking through the window.

"Do you love her?"

"I really do. I'd be a fool if I didn't. I'd go to hell and back for her. She's the one that got me here. She cared enough to tell me what was up and of course, I protested, but it's one of the smartest decisions I've made. It was either this or smoke my life away." Jamie nods.

"She sounds like quite the girl."

"She's my earth angel."

Walking back through the door, Rod snorts at the sight of a sleeping Stevie, curled up into a ball in her chair. Softly shaking her shoulder, he carefully picks her up and heads towards the exit. The receptionist gives a soft sigh, causing him to turn in her direction.

"You two are adorable." He smiles.

"Thanks, Charlie. I'll see you in two weeks."

"I'll be here. Have a good day." He nods and pushes the door open, carefully treading down the sidewalk to his car.

"Babe," Stevie's head raises up from his shoulder, just to turn in the opposite direction. He laughs and pats her backside.

"Come on, babe. I know you're hungry." He leans against the hood of the car.

"How do you know that?" She mumbles, reaching up to rub her eye.

"Cause, I know you. There's a new breakfast place a little ways away. I heard it's good, if you wanna take the drive."

Eventually stepping onto the sidewalk, Stevie stretches her arms above her head and yawns, shamelessly.

"How far away is it?"

"A good thirty minutes. You could take another nap." He unlocks the doors to his car and they get inside.

"No, I wanna hear about your session. That's if you wanna tell me about it." Stevie says, pulling her legs up in the seat.

Starting the car up, Rod pulls out of the parking lot and looks over at her.

"It'll bore you, babe."

"Try me." He sighs and starts driving.

"Okay... today's Rodney's birthday and I'm just irritated. Of course, it's the same shit every year, but seeing him and having him put his hands on me, it just makes it worse." Stevie frowns and reaches for the hand that's rested on his leg, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm sorry... you don't still feel like that was your fault, do you?"

"No, I know it wasn't. I just wish that I could erase him from my brain. He doesn't belong there— or anywhere near me, for that matter."

"Does your mom know?"

He shakes his head. "She doesn't even know what was in the letter. She'd honestly hunt him down and kill him. I don't give a damn about him, but I don't want her going to prison."

"Hey, no face no case." Stevie says, shrugging her shoulders.

"I guess that's who I get it from, huh?" He smirks and squeezes her hand.

She laughs, softly. "You're crazy."

"Yeah, like that's news."

"Shut up, Roderick." He laughs.

"But, seriously.... it's okay to be angry, cause that's how you feel. It just matters what you do when those feelings come up."

"You're my second therapist, huh?"

"No. I'm your first." Untangling their hands, she reaches forward and turns the radio on. Pulling the elastic band from her hair, she slides it onto her wrist and runs her fingers through her frizzy curls.

"Ooh, I love this song!" Turning the volume up, she bops her head along to the beat of Candy Rain.

"Myyy love, do you ever dreeeam of candy coated raaaain drops? You're the same, my candy rain!" She pokes Rod in his cheek, watching the kid like smile appear.

"Have you ever loved someone, so much you thought you'd die?"

"Yes." Rod interjects, making Stevie giggle.

"Giving so much of yourself, it seems the only way. Tell me what you want and I, and I will give it to youuu! Cause you are— my love!" She leans over and plants a bunch of wet kisses on his face.

"Is it safe to label this our song?" He turns his head to quickly give her a kiss.

"You gotta learn the words, first. Then, we can call it our song." She lays her head on his arm and plays with his fingers.

"I better start practicing then, huh?"

"That's a good idea." She softly yawns and slides down in her seat.

"You goin' back to sleep on me?"

"You want me to stay up?" She looks up at him.

Coming to a red light, he stares down at her tired eyes. Pushing a curl behind her ear, he smiles and shakes his head.

"Nah. Go to sleep, babygirl." He leans down and kisses her nose, then her lips.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Pulling up to the black brick building, Rod parks and turns the car off, glancing over at Stevie, who's now laying up against the door. He chuckles and unbuckles her seatbelt, carefully pulling it around her.

"We're here, vie." Placing a hand over her face, she yawns and sits up, letting her hair crowd around her face.

"Can you do me a favor?" She asks, pushing her hair away from her face and looking over at him, now.

"Of course." She pulls the ponytail holder off her wrist and hands it to him.

"Can you redo my bun for me?" He nods, before mirroring her goofy expression. She turns around in her seat and lets him quickly pull her hair up into a sloppy, yet cute bun on top of her head.

"Thanks, babe." He kisses her clothed shoulder and they get out of the car. Grabbing her hand, they walk down the sidewalk and he holds the door open for her.

The pair are immediately greeted by an older black woman with a huge grey puff on top of her head. Her natural scowl turns into a 'light up the room' smile, at the sight of the two.

"Aren't you two the cutest! Dinin' in?"

"Yes ma'am." Rod speaks up. He looks closely at her name plate. Olivia.

Grabbing two menus, she leads the way to the middle of the small, but cozy restaurant. They sit on the same side of the booth, Stevie by the window and rod on the outside.

"We've got a couple specials. Cinnamon waffles with two sides, biscuits and sausage gravy and, shrimp and grits. All twelve fifty. Your server will be out, shortly." Olivia says, before sitting their menus in front of them.

"Thank you." They say in unison.

"You're welcome, babies." She walks away and stands back behind the counter. She messes with the napkin dispenser and hums a laugh.

"What's funny?"

"We're in a place called Hole in the Wall. It's funny, cause I expected something terrible." Rod holds his chest, dramatically.

"You think I'd take you somewhere dangerous?"

"Not purposely," she laughs, "but, they say those dangerous spots have the best food."

"It's true," they look up at their waiter, Keith. "I once went to a chicken spot and a whole fight broke out as I was ordering. I believe someone got stabbed." Stevie's eyes grow wide.

"Was the chicken good?" Rod asks.

"It was bangin' my brotha. I haven't been back, since." The three of them laugh.

"Why not?" Stevie asks.

"That's every once in a blue moon, over my dead not so dead body, type of situation. I can't be sacrificing myself like that, no matter how good that chicken was..... man it was good— but anyway, what can I get y'all to drink?"

"I'll take a water with lemon."

"I'll have the same." Keith nods.

"Y'all ready to order or do you need a minute?"

"Give us some more time, yeah." He nods and heads back into the kitchen.

"That muhfucka sounds like he got a permanent cold." Stevie slaps his arm.

"You're so rude." She laughs and turns her gaze towards the window.

"Aye, I ain't lyin' though." She shakes her head. He throws his arm over her shoulder and pulls her into his side.

"Annoying."

"You love me."

"That's debatable." Rod sucks his teeth as soon as the waiter reappears with their drinks, causing him to shake his head.

"Y'all ready, now?"

"Yeah," Stevie says, "let me get the shrimp and grits."

"Alright. For you, sir?"

"I'll take the cinnamon waffles."

"What's your two sides?"

"Eggs and bacon."

"Alright. It'll be out in twenty minutes." Grabbing the menus off the table, he heads back into the kitchen.

"You're squeezing me."

"I know." Stevie sucks her teeth and thumps his knuckles, making him release his tight hold on her.

"You'nt want me to love on you?"

"Boy, please. If squeezing my rib cage is lovin' on me, I don't want it."

She says with a snort. A brief glare is what she gets in return, but it soon softens.

"I'll be gentle." She giggles at his doe eyed expression and slides back into his softer embrace. He presses his cheek against her forehead.

"I could stay like this." Stevie admits.

"Forever?" Rod asks, rubbing circles on her shoulder.

"Yeah, why not?"

"That puts a lot of pressure on me." He laughs. "Me being your first— everything, you know?"

"Well, you haven't disappointed me, yet." She looks up at him.

"I don't plan on it, I promise." He kisses her. "How are you so sure about this, though?"

"You're the only person I see myself with. When I told you that I loved you, I meant it. That wasn't a 'for the moment' feeling."

"I've known you long enough to know, that you don't act on impulse."

"Well, we have been together for five months." She tugs on her bottom lip.

"It feels like forever, babygirl." That twinkle in his eyes returns, this time for her to witness it.

"Yeah... we're definitely getting married, one day." He raises an eyebrow.

"Staking you're claim, huh?"

"Damn right. Unless, you got somethin' to tell me." She stares at him, blankly.

He starts laughing. "Nope. You already know that this is where I wanna be."

"Mmhm. Is there anymore psycho ex girlfriends I should know about? Cause ima shoot em, this time."

"Nah... anymore stalkers I should know about? Cause, ima kill em in front of you, this time." Stevie covers his mouth, quickly.

"We're in public and you're openly and loudly admitting to murdering someone." She giggles, watching him shrug and pull her hand away.

"You know I don't give a fuck, when it comes to protecting you. Say the word and it's done."

"Jesus." She shakes her head at him.

"Hot plates comin' through." Their food is sat in front on them, carefully. The steam wafting off the food, carries the scent straight to her nostrils, causing her stomach to growl.

"Thank you." The waiter nods and heads back into the kitchen.

Stevie grabs her silverware off the table and pulls the spoon out of the napkin, immediately dipping it into the buttery grits, stirring it around to mix it with the shrimp, occasional pieces of andouille sausage and bacon.

"This better be good." She mumbles, before snapping her head in his direction, watching him obnoxiously chew his food.

"Why are you eating like that?" She chuckles and scrunches her face up.

"I'm hungry!" He mumbles with his hand over his mouth.

She rolls her eyes and puts her focus back on her own food.

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"Gon kind of the worst friend in the world though "

 I love him, he's my son but also yes!! ! I'll need to talk about it when you'll have finish the anime!! But yeaaah... I mean, he clearly loves his friend but being an adult and rewatching this show I ... I was like.... God I'm glad I watched it young AND a again while growing so I could be in the same mindset as them and clearly not seeing how Gon is fucked up (lol he's a child and so messy), then later realize more and more how my perspection of Gon's actions changed (and I love it)

"Gon losing his hand and it meaning nothing cause of Archangel's breath hmmmm "

 Me having multiples theories about the significant of this moment and especially how characters are responding to it but you can only understand when you finish the anime and think about Gon's whole personally

"...yep no meaning "

"Gon saying he wants to introduce Killua to Ging waahhh okay you can get out of the well "

... I love your reactions. Trust me, it's making my whole week.

I get the vibes Killua and Gon are too attached and neither of them have a clue what a good relationship looks like. They're both 12 but want to be adults. They latched onto each other for being the same age and never let go. Killua lacks direction as an ex assassin and now hunter. Gon's direction is to fucking crazy town (your dad doesn't want you pleaseeee he's not your identity. Though in the instance the theory about Ging having him with the baby pregnancy card there is an interesting 'clone' sort of thing to thing about if Gon is like a missing part of Ging and can do nothing but chase him. cause no other parent was mentioned as needed and there has to be some condition to 'have baby' but i digress)

Hey I will be excited to know there was consequences for getting a hand exploded and then having a video game card put it back.

Listen I am sometimes a disney movie adult I think those kids need to get back inside and learn their letters. And if they're annoying should be dropped down a well. I will say Gon endears to me a lot because even though he's not a great friend he does love his friends so much and is doing things a twelve year old (who can punch through mountains) would. Killua is going to be slightly more mature and level headed because he isn't just talented he was a trained professional killer who worked jobs. I have yet to find an anime character I thought deserved well time more than ciel and lizzie though so it'll be interesting if i do