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is it bad i thought you were dahlia (daylighted)? 😭 i vividly remember her username once being similar to yours 😭 glad you're back tho!!!

no it is not bad at all!! i had messaged dahlia about my ideas and everything (username changes, etc) and she had said that she would let me use this username because she really doesn't use it anymore. its totally okay that you thought i was her because i can understand it!! 🩷 im sooo sorry for the confusion <3

but thank you so much!! it's so good to be back!!!

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SHES BAAAAAAAAAACCKKKK!!!!

yes yes yes you have heard it correct, i am BACK!!! (and in action 😏) i am back in action and active!!! new user, new theme, new ideas!!! i am going to spoil you my friends and children!!! i am in the current process of re-creating my whole account, so bear with me and a few of my links and everything. it will ALLLL be done soon, and i'll have some new fics out for you lovely people!!

you all have been so patient and kind to me throughout my time being here and throughout my semi-break, which went on for quite some time. so i am so thankful for you all. i love you all and i am sooo happy to be back!!!!

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HIIII JADE HERE’S A KISS BC UR THE BEST <3

verbally awed when i saw this. stop it. you're TOO fucking cute and kind and sexy. love you so muuucchhhh!!

A KISS BACK FOR YOU!! <3333

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people who say things like this to someone and tell them to do these things really need to get a fucking grip on reality and go touch some grass. or go to therapy, that would be a great start.

kill ur self

hi! this is my first time logging on in two weeks, just to check up on things as i said i would before i fully disappeared. one week into my absence, you decide to send an exact verbatim cause for the reason i left in the first place.

tw for discussions of suicide

last year and this year, i tried to kill myself twice. four times in total. i've gotten everything i could ever want and had it all taken away from me and had nothing countless times in between and during these dark periods of my life.

never once, ever, until seven months ago when i joined this website, have i been told to do this. and in seven months, i've gotten it four times. if i had a quarter for each time, i'd have a dollar, when i shouldn't have even one. no one should.

i bring all of this up to remind so many of you of something that shouldn't even be needing to be said. no one owes you anything. not the celebrity you wish to behave like the version of them that you have in your mind. not your coworker, or peer, or even your best friend. definitely not the real person behind the computer screen of someone who, at the very least, you choose to keep up with. whether following or being a casual viewer in the orbit of the person you message.

i am twenty three years old. i have a bunch of puppies and i want a bunch more. i write a lot of the time, and read sometimes. these are all of the facts that you know for certain about me, and that is it. you do not know the struggles that i go through and neither do i know yours, though i assume you have plenty with the casualty you and so many others have with telling strangers on the internet behind an anonymous tag to end their lives.

what would you have done if i had killed myself over this message? if everything i've gone through so far, testing my strength, was completely tipped over the edge with this message? what if someone else you told to kill themselves' lives did? would it not weigh on you that your cruelty to someone that you don't even really know besides your own perception, was so affected by your blatant disdain for human empathy and kindness, that they ended their life? would you not feel guilty that you wallow in your misery and get to live on but that person that you hurt didn't?

i literally do not care what any of you think about me or my decisions. i truly do not. the thing that hurts me the most in any sort of death threat or hateful message i receive is the way that it is done so callously.

people are told to get thicker skins instead of instilling a sense of empathy and love in the ones who grow up to make monstrous and hurtful decisions. when did it become so normalized for people to want to hurt others; an action that doesn't even bring the person peace afterwards? even if you have the intention of lashing out to disregard your own hatred, that is never the case.

i truly hope you find peace within yourself. everyone manages their hurt and their pain differently, but it is not an excuse to use it as a weapon. and it is certainly not your right or your authority to dictate the fate of the people you yourself surround yourself with.

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silk lingerie? hell yeah!!! what did billie say? uhhhh.. oh! if i'm allowed, i'll help you take them of?

you know, like.. if you need a helping hand.. 🙂

LMAOOO JADE I LOVE YOU 😭 but by all means …. go right ahead pooks <3

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BE YOURSELF and BE WHO YOU ARE!!!!!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷

happy pride to everybody and anybody!

i hope this day is a day where those of you who question their place in “standard” society may finally feel at home. i hope that you know that you are so loved in whatever shape, form, label or non-description you come in. i hope you know that you’ve never needed to prove yourself to anybody, and that it should never cost anything to be accepted exactly as you are. i hope you find unconditional love within yourself, and within others. i hope that you smile knowing that this day gets to be all about the person you choose to be.

i hope you are proud to be unapologetically you.

and i want you to know that i am proud of you—whoever you may choose to be, at every time, pace and place.

you are so loved!

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🩷

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surprise surprise, it's been much longer than a few days. i think i'll be taking a longer break from writing, and there isn't necessarily a scheduled return, but it's definitely not going to forever, i promise you!!

i'll still be (somewhat) active, so you can always talk to me (my inbox or messages!).

i love you all, please take care of yourselves.

℘ jade

having such a hard time getting some work out, promise to spoil you princesses soon!!! (when i get my motivation and energy back 🫶🏼🫶🏼)

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hiiii jadey baby !!!!! i hope your break is goin well !!! sending u a big virtual smooch rn 💋

obsessed with ur theme btw we are purple monsters AHHH

thank you for your virtual smooch, it was very enjoyable 🤭 sorry for a few days late to your answer, but i hope you're doing well as well !! 🩷

and yes, we are purple monsters.... grimace??? omg...

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hiiii jadey baby !!!!! i hope your break is goin well !!! sending u a big virtual smooch rn 💋

obsessed with ur theme btw we are purple monsters AHHH

thank you for your virtual smooch, it was very enjoyable 🤭 sorry for a few days late to your answer, but i hope you're doing well as well !! 🩷

and yes, we are purple monsters.... grimace??? omg...

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uhhhhh... yeah, about that. i think i'm just going to take a short break from tumblr, just so i can focus on some other things going on right now + i'll also be working on some fics and other things too.

i don't know how long it'll be, but it most likely (probably) will be only a few days??

having such a hard time getting some work out, promise to spoil you princesses soon!!! (when i get my motivation and energy back 🫶🏼🫶🏼)

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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐌.

♡ ⋮ my content is not suitable for minors.

꒰ paired duo ꒱ simon riley x female!reader.

꒰ synopsis ꒱ he fucks you so deep, worshipping every inch of you, and can’t get enough of how beautiful you look.

꒰ content warnings ꒱ smut | rough sex | size kink | stomach bulge | breast worship | mentions of titfucking (𖬺𖬺 implied) | overstimulation | dirty talk | praising kink | possessiveness | obsession | soft degradation | creampie | minimal plot.

꒰ sticky notes ꒱ i pray this phase never leaves me. he’s so yummy MY GOD. nobody could physically pull me off of him.

i tried remembering who to tag from my taglist for simon — and this’ll be the only time it’s used. <3

you don’t remember how it started — not clearly, anyway.

maybe it was the way he looked at you when you bent over to grab something off the floor, or the way you sat on his lap earlier, teasing just to see if he’d flinch. maybe it was the way you wore nothing but his t-shirt to bed, knowing damn well he wouldn’t last long seeing you like that.

either way, it doesn’t matter now.

because he’s got you on your back, legs spread wide, your knees almost to your shoulders as he fucks into you like he’s trying to make a home there — like he’s been waiting all damn day to get this deep. and he is deep. so deep it hurts in that sweet, swollen way. your belly is tight, the pressure unbearable and perfect, and you can’t stop the way your fingers claw into the sheets, breath hitching every time he drives forward.

and then he does it — leans back just enough to look down where your bodies meet, broad hand splaying across your stomach, eyes going dark when he sees it.

“fuckin’ hell,” he breathes, voice low and thick, like he’s not sure whether to groan or laugh. “you see this, luv?”

you blink up at him, dazed, chest heaving. “wh-what?”

he presses down gently, thumb dragging over the bulge that forms every time his cock thrusts into you. “right here,” he says, slow, like he’s savoring every word. “thas’ me. you’re so fuckin’ full, i can see myself inside your tummy.”

your breath catches. your back arches.

“s-so big,” you gasp, eyes fluttering shut.

he growls low in his throat — not angry, just possessive, filthy with it. “yeh? can feel how deep i am, can’t you? stretchin’ this pretty cunt to take every inch.”

you nod, helpless. ruined.

he leans over you again, weight pressing you into the mattress, hand braced beside your head, the other sliding under your thigh to lift it higher, open you wider. his hips snap forward, hard, and the bed creaks loud beneath you — a sharp, desperate noise that matches the rhythm of your breathing.

“listen to that,” he mutters, lips dragging along your jaw. “bed’s about to give out. ya hear it?”

you nod again, letting out a soft mewl.

“don’ care,” he growls, fucking into you harder. “let it snap. let the whole fuckin’ thing collapse. i’ll still be right here, cock buried so deep you’ll never forget it.”

you can’t think. can’t speak. every nerve ending is on fire, everything centered on the way he fills you, the way he owns you like this.

and then his hand slides up your body, rough palm cupping one of your breasts, squeezing like he’s wanted to for hours.

“bloody hell, baby,” he groans. “these tits…”

his thumb brushes over your nipple, slow and deliberate, and you keen under him, hips twitching.

“so fuckin’ soft,” he murmurs, leaning down to mouth at your chest, sucking a bruise into the skin just above your nipple. “ya know how long ‘ve wanted to fuck these?”

you gasp, thighs trembling. “baby—”

“gonna do it next time,” he promises, voice thick with lust. “wanna see my cock slidin’ between ‘em. wanna come all over the pretty curves i love so much.”

you moan, high and broken.

he grins — not the cruel kind, not the cocky kind — just full of need. like he’s just as desperate as you are. like he’s been waiting to say these things forever.

“look so fuckin’ gorgeous when you’re like this,” he says, gaze locked on your face. “all fucked-out. needy. clingin’ to me like i’m the only thing that can make ya come.”

you are. he is.

your hands claw at his back, dragging him closer, and he groans when your nails catch on his skin.

“thas’ it,” he growls. “hold on to me. take it. fuckin’ take it, baby.”

he shifts his angle just slightly and hits something inside you that makes your vision go white for a second. your back arches, legs twitch, and you cry out his name, voice cracking.

“there it is,” he coos, slowing down just enough to grind into that spot over and over. “righ’ there, huh? that sweet spongy little spot that always makes you come all over my cock.”

you’re babbling now — half words, half moans, tears pricking at your eyes from just how much it is. the stretch, the pressure, the overwhelming fullness of him.

“gonna give it to you,” he mutters, low and dark, hips stuttering. “gonna fill ya up, let you feel me long after i’m gone. let you drip with me all fuckin’ day.”

you dig your fingers into his arms, thighs trembling, body tight as a bowstring.

“please,” you gasp, voice barely audible. “please, simon—”

he shushes you gently, lips brushing your temple.

“i got you,” he whispers. “gonna come with you, baby. come inside this perfect little cunt. make you mine all over again.”

and when you come, it’s like falling.

your body locks up, pussy squeezing tight around him, and he swears, loud and wrecked, as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release. he doesn’t stop. doesn’t slow. not until he’s grinding into you as deep as he can go, cock twitching, warmth spreading as he comes inside you with a low, guttural moan.

you’re both shaking, breathless, stuck in it.

he stays buried in you for a long moment after, forehead resting against yours, breath ghosting over your lips. his hand comes up to brush hair from your face, and he kisses you — slow, soft, like he’s trying to bring you back to earth.

“you alright?” he murmurs, finally.

you nod, still dazed. “yeah. fuck. yeah.”

he smiles — small, rare, real.

he pulls out slow, and you whimper at the loss. he watches the way his come leaks out of you, eyes heavy-lidded, possessive.

“don’ move,” he says, voice back to that rough, commanding tone. “wanna see you just like this a little longer.”

you nod, weakly, and he leans over to press another kiss to your chest, then your stomach.

“next round,” he says, eyes flicking up to yours with a dangerous glint, “you’re on top. wanna watch those perfect tits bounce while you ride me.”

and from the way your body clenches at the promise, he knows you’re already thinking about it too.

💬 babydoll tags 👼🏻 ʕ ྀི ܸ. . .ܸ ྀིʔ ֹ ᥀ ׄ ۪ @bruisedfig @titsout4jackles @bluemerakis @beausling @honeyyxxbee @acaibcwl @funkycoloured @blue-d @bluestrd @fuckedupfate @jensenacklesballsack @pinkitty97 @ghostlythots

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your theme is BEAUTIFUL

ugghhh thank you so much !!! my theme may be beautiful, but not as beautiful as you 😉

(^^ us btw 🤗)

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HE’S NOT ME | ANAKIN SKYWALKER X READER

note: first writing for anakin! my obsession for him is reawakening, and yk my fav trope is bsf x bsf!reader 🤗

you’re sparring again.

fourth time this week. sixth time if you count the ones that end with him lying flat on his back, laughing, arm flung over his face like he’s hiding something (he is.)

the training room is warm. dusk curls at the windows. your saber slices through the air in a clean arc, but he parries it fast, almost cocky.

“you’re slow today,” he smirks, gaze falling to the way your fingers grip your saber. he shakes his head, trying to free himself from his thoughts.

you glare. “you’re annoying every day.” you lunge at him, your braid whipping through the air with the movement. he simply side-steps you, like he’s calculated your every move.

“true,” he says, and winks.

it should be harmless. you’ve known him since you were both initiates. slept in the same bunks, snuck into the same mess halls after curfew. sparred until your arms shook, until your breathing fell into the same rhythm.

but lately… something’s off.

his touches linger. his jokes cut deeper. and his stare? his stare burns.

“where were you earlier?” he asks, not even trying to sound casual.

“with quinlan,” you mutter, distracted by the way he circles you now. he’s measured, sharp, a little too tight.

he freezes. “quinlan vos?”

“yeah?” you raise a brow. “he asked me to train. we ran drills.”

anakin’s grip on his saber tightens. knuckles pale beneath the glove.

“he’s not your partner.” his voice is lower now. something deeper, darker sparkles in his eyes. “he’s not me.”

you blink. “are you seriously jealous?”

he doesn’t answer. instead, he lunges. his saber collides with yours so hard it makes your arms tremble.“you think he can protect you?” he grits out, eyes locked on yours. “he flirts. he doesn’t care. not like I—”

he stops. chest heaving.

not like what, skywalker?

“what’s your problem?” you snap, breathless. you throw your saber on the ground, and turn away from him. your arm cover your chest as you stare at the ground.

he drops his saber and steps into your space.

“you don’t get it,” he says, eyes dark and storming. “i see the way they look at you. vos, kenobi, every soldier in the hangar bay. they think they can.”

“can what?” your voice falters. curiosity lingers in your gaze as his muscles stiffen.

then, he leans in. heat rolls off him like wildfire. “touch you. take you. love you.”

you stifle our a dry laugh, absent of any humor. “and you think you’re any different?”

his eyes flash.

“no,” he says, voice breaking open. “i know i’m not. i’m worse,” his voice falters. “but at least i don’t pretend.”

then his hands are on your face, pulling you in like the force itself is dragging you together. and when he kisses you, it’s not soft. it’s not sweet. it’s desperate. possessive. like he’s been starving and you’re the only thing that could ever feed him.

you gasp against his mouth, fingers curling in his hair.

his hand slides down your spine, anchoring you to him, like you might vanish if he lets go.

“you’re mine,” he breathes, forehead pressed to yours. “not theirs.”

you don’t say anything.

you don’t have to.

your mouth just finds his again.

and for the first time, he stops pretending to be your friend.

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˖°. adore - m.s ˖°.

contents: tooth-rotting fluff!

the wind had started picking up again, threading cold fingers through your sleeves. you hadn’t zipped your jacket—because you never did—and matt, walking just a step ahead, noticed instantly.

he turned, already reaching. “seriously?” he mumbled, tugging the zipper up carefully.

“i’m not a baby.”

he grins — that smug, gentle kind of grin he always saves just for you. “i know,” he says, eyes crinkling, “but you’re my baby.”

that part, he said without teasing. like it was just true.

you roll your eyes, pretending not to melt, but it’s useless. he presses a kiss to your forehead before tugging your hood up slightly, fixing it like it matters.

a few minutes earlier, you’d stopped by the corner store. he’d spotted your favourite chocolate on the shelf by the register and grabbed it without a word, tossing it on the counter with his sprite. now you were unwrapping it together as you walked home, sharing pieces one by one, fingers brushing with every pass.

a crumb clung to your cheek, and you were halfway through lifting your hand to wipe it when matt leaned in and kissed it off, casual like it was nothing.

“got it,” he murmurs, lips brushing the crumb off with the gentlest kiss.

you blink. “seriously?” you ask this time more amused and even more flustered.

“would you rather i used a napkin?” he grins.

you shove him lightly with your shoulder. “you’re ridiculous.”

“and you love me for it.”

you don’t deny it.

you shoved him lightly, cheeks warm. “you’re unbelievable.”

“and you’re still walking next to me,” he said, bumping his shoulder into yours.

you didn’t bother arguing.

by the time you turned onto your street, the light had gone golden behind the trees. everything was quieter. softer. you slowed your steps without realizing it, fingers curled into your sleeves.

you turned toward him, ready to speak—but paused.

matt was already looking at you.

and not with a grin or some smug comeback. he looked at you with the softest smile you’d ever seen—one that smoothed out every wrinkle on his face, one that made his eyes look warmer than the light behind you. his gaze rested on you like he couldn’t believe you were really there.

you scrunched your nose without thinking. “what?”

he didn’t answer.

instead, he stepped closer, reached out, and cradled your cheek in one hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. his thumb brushed just beneath your eye before he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose.

your fucking nose.

your breath hitched.

you scrunched it again instinctively. “matt…”

“you always do that when you’re cold,” he whispered, barely pulling away. “or when you don’t know what to say.”

you swallowed. your heart was a mess in your chest.

“you’re such a sap,” you mumbled.

he smiled again. “yeah. But i’m your sap.”

he nudges your nose with his again, barely a kiss this time, more like a touch. “see?” he says, smiling. “you’re not a baby.”

you breathe out, cheeks burning.

“you’re just mine.”

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HEAR YE, HEAY YE!!! ANAKIN SMUT! ANAKIN SMUT!!!

mdni

"Shh." Your brain barely registered his gentle coaxing as every thrust seemed to melt away more and more of your mind. Everytime his cock nudged that spongy spot your lips parted into another cry, tears streaming down your face.

How long had you been at this?

You had no clue. All you knew was that Anakin was back. He was safe. He was here with you!

"Fuck- Ani please-" He chuckled at your cry the hand that hadn't began rubbing tight circles over your already sensitive bud pressing two fingers into your open mouth.

"I told you, gotta be quiet, angel." His lips curled when your mouth immediately closed around his digits, his fingers thrusting ever so slightly into the warm, wet heat of your mouth.

"That's it..." He cooed his thrusts slowing ever so slightly as you began to suck his fingers, doing just a good a job as if they were something else buried down your throat.

Your eyes were glassy as your body was assaulted with sensations. "Taking it so good. So good f'me." His strokes picked up in the same moment his fingers pressed deeper.

Your eyes rolled back as your mind went blank.

Anakin watched groaning when your walls squeezed him through another orgasm, your cries dulled by his fingers as you only suckled harder.

He was definitely doing this again.

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cooking up something for you rn!!!

having such a hard time getting some work out, promise to spoil you princesses soon!!! (when i get my motivation and energy back 🫶🏼🫶🏼)

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does anyone know how to stop getting hiccups? i think im going to lose my goddamn mind if i keep hiccuping. i've had it FOUR TIMES in this SINGLE day. :/