That Man Did Not Pick His Hat And Dust It Off (spl Mention: Very Sexily On His Thigh) And Wear It, All

How do y’all write for slasher’s so easily? I could never… I’d hate to mess it up☹️

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RAIN MUST FALL

─ An Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader smut imagine

─ Warnings: sex, oral sex (receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, soft but teasing Ani <3

─ Summary: Anakin wakes up to the beautiful scenery of his wife and the rain, and he simply can’t help himself but indulge in the beauty in front of him.

─ MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Anakin Skywalker woke up to the sound of rain pelting across the window, the sounds of thunderstorms rang in the distance.

The sky was grey and cloudy, the outside reminded him of the neverending rain on Kamino–the cloning facility, that place never seemed to see the light of day, and now, it seemed as if that dreadful thunderstorm over Kamino had rolled its way into the skies of Coruscant.

Anakin liked the rain. He didn’t prefer it, but he liked it. He liked that it wasn’t the awful sandstorms of Tatooine or of Geonosis. It always helped him find peace–it had the same effect as if he were in the Jedi Temple, in the room of a Thousand Fountains. He thought back to it briefly–he hadn’t been there since he was a padawan, it would be nice to revisit, though he hardly had time for anything these days. The war had always pounded at his back door, begging for his attention elsewhere, instead of finding peace for his own self.

Although, there was one thing he had time for, and he would always make time for, and that was his wife. He would make time for her over his own needs any day.

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Husband!Price who is so horribly, atrociously down bad for his wife. Like loves her more than breathing. She’s just had their first baby and poor girl is DEPRESSED about how her body looks. She’s been hiding herself from John because she’s afraid he won’t like her anymore, but my man is NOT having that. Maybe some angst to comfort to smut if you’re comfortable??🥰

of course! i believe with my entire ass that price is the biggest simp for his wife. the only ex he's ever had, ex-gf and ex-fiancee turned wife. so if you ask him then that's all he's gonna bring up bc you're his one and only. so of course he's going to notice if there's something amiss in his wife's attitude :(

he'd probably have taken the baby to play with while he can make sure mama gets her rest. but the baby falls asleep on him fast since they love being cuddled up against his big, warm chest. so when he tries to sneak back into the bedroom to put the baby down (bc mans would not let the baby out of his sight and if it wants to sleep, it can do so under his watchful eye), he catches you standing up and trying to get dressed instead of sleeping. he's about to just walk in until he hears you huff and let out a little cry.

and that's when he realizes that you've angled yourself in front of the mirror while pulling at your skin to reveal the stretch marks you've gotten from the pregnancy. sees how you've thrown a bunch of your maternity wear onto the ground. the most recent addition being the sleep shirt you were just wearing, one that john had bought you, as you crumple it into a ball and sigh angrily. you hated how it looked on you, or rather, how you looked.

and it absolutely broke his heart to see his wife so upset over her changed appearance. but in his eyes it made you glow so much! :( the mother of his child, his wife, his little love. ugh! of course he'd have to do something about it. and for the first time, john sets the baby down in nursery crib instead of in bed between you two.

"whatchu up to, lovie?" john's voice rumbles into the quiet room. and just makes his way over to you in hugs you from behind so he can watch your face in the mirror. he can see the way you're trying to cover up. which is a hard feat when he's already got you wrapped up in his arms.

"where's the baby?" you stutter out.

"'n the nursery. decided it's probably good to get some crib time. and i wanted to spend time with my wife." you melt into his arms, but the insecurities stay solid within you. he sees the way you can't meet his face and glance at your figure as it shows through the gaps of his arms.

he hums as he watches those wandering eyes. as much as he wants to believe it's because of those beefy arms around your waist, he knows better. instead just starts kissing the side of your face, then down your neck and to your shoulders.

"what are you doing, john?" you ask while resting palms over the backs of his hands. he rubs his face into your neck and hums, casually glancing up at you in the reflection.

"loving on my wife. why? got a problem with it?" he smiles and then rests his chin on your shoulder. starts to roam his hands over your body. it makes you squeal since you're wearing only panties right now, having been caught changing by him.

"john!"

he silences you by using a hand to turn you to kiss him. he presses a sweet, tender kiss to you. much like the ones he gives you when saying hello in the mornings and when he comes home. and his eyes? oh, they look at you with so much adoration. a dopey smile on his face and cheeks flushed as he takes you in.

"god, i'm in love with you. you know that?" he whispers to you. he then turns you back to the mirror so you can look at yourself. he rests his hands on your hips so you aren't hidden by his arms anymore. "you're perfect. don't matter what you looked like then and now and then after. love this beautiful body, love this warm heart, love this fantastic mind. i love this beautiful woman." he squeezes gently at your hips and hums behind you. it makes you tear up a bit and then he gently pushes you towards the bed.

"where are we-"

"can i show you how much i love you? how obsessed i am with you?" he asks you, eyes determined to do just that. it has you choking on your words and you're already sitting on the edge of the bed as he strips himself of his shirt already. you don't have too much of a fight in you as he crawls over you and kindly pushes you down, a hand cradling your face.

"but, john. don't i look... weird? we can wait a little longer and i can start trying to go to the gym."

"we can work out just fine by doing this," he teases with a slight smirk. he raises his eyebrows provocatively and it has you flushing even more.

"but i look-"

"like a goddess, love. s'nothing i don't love about you." he kisses you sweetly and then settles his weight a little more on you, shifting between your legs and wrapping them around his waist. "and i mean it. nothing i don't love 'bout you."

"john," you whisper out, but he kisses you again. keeps kissing you until the doubt about your own body starts to melt away because you're too focused on how his hands lovingly trace up and down your sides.

"c'mon, my sweet wife. you look amazing like this."

it makes you sigh a little, as if finally giving into his wishes. but it does warm your heart at how earnest he is. and not a shred of doubt in the look he gives you. but you're pretty sure there's a little bit of hunger in them.

"but i just gave birth."

"never looked better." he grins and rakes his eyes down your body. now you're pretty convinced. and if you weren't before, you can visibly see the way his boxers shift on their own. "in fact, what if you give me another one. bet you'll look like a dream."

-you’d start off helping him out and quickly move up the ranks until you’re his direct right hand woman

-he’s always super impressed with your work ethic

-he’s attracted to you from the start

-after a particularly rough night of mayhem he gets caught up in the moment and kisses you

-we all know what this leads to: some pretty kinky shit yo

-after that he trusts you even more as his second

-he gets super protective

-people were scared of you before but now? you’re the second most dangerous person in the city

-people know not to mess with you. not because the Joker will mess them up, but because you will

-the Joker adores your similarities

-people are scared enough of you two when you’re alone, let alone when you’re together

-people will literally piss themselves if the two of you show up

-Joker likes to play

-i mean, i’m not saying he’d totally get off on hurting people but he totally does fam

-whenever you get too caught up in doing your job as his right hand, sometimes he’s like, just live a little and will throw you over his shoulder

-driving super fast cars

-i mean you’re in a relationship but i feel like you would have made you way to the top before that happened so people still respect you

-the Joker would be pissed if they didn’t respect you

-idk this would be a pretty hella dynamic 

has this been done yet

besties!!!!

Okay but ghost who is turned on by the size difference between you two. Ghost who notices one day that maybe your forearm and his dick are about equal lengths and thickness. Now he can’t stop imagining the bulge it would create in your tummy when he fucks you slow and deep. Ghost, who is guilty of manspreading whenever you walk into the room and lives for the blush that paints your cheeks as you notice his size, and he can’t help but puff his chest up with pride. Omg or ghost who remains unbeatable when you two spar, pinning you down on the mats so easily it’s laughable, pushing his pelvis into yours as one hand holds both your wrists above your head and he is absolutely living for the doe eyed look you give him from underneath. Just giving you my ghost brainrot of the hour lmao

His brain short-circuits when his whole hand easily fits around your wrist. He stops you from grabbing something and something thrums through him at the difference in size, but it digs in when he notices how wide your eyes go. Just staring down at his gloved hand on your wrist.

It's even worse if Ghost notices how much his fingers overlap around your ankle when he's pulling you back down the bed when you try to crawl away. He loves the way your breath hitches when your fingers barely touch after wrapping around his cock. When his boots frame your feet when he's fucking you from behind, it makes his blood pressure spike to see the two side by side.

He always makes you sit down first whenever you go out for a drink or stop at a diner for food. That way he's the first thing anyone sees before their eyes fall on you, and they never get too interested if they register the sheer size of him first. Their eyes sort of glance off you after that.

bond between tumblr mutuals is strong in a way that other social media mutuals can rarely be because other places people will follow u bc u are pretty or funny or talented . on here people follow u if u are insane