#is that a tear on anh's face...?

[nocturnalazure]

[sundussy]

bad day

cw // sunday with a pussy, pussy eating, overstimulation, fingering, face riding, slight bit of aftercare, gn reader

wc // 900

note // this is super self indulgent and also i've had this thought in my head for like forever,,, anyways here it is!! enjoy some sundussy

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

having an awful, awful day where nothing went right.

you felt like going home at noon, and things just kept going downhill when you thought it couldn't get worse.

by the time you come home, it's late in the evening. the last straw was getting stood up by your friends because they either forgot, were busy, or something came up.

you throw your bag on the couch, the front door having slammed behind you and your face ends up in a couch pillow. exhaustion fills every pore of your being.

sweet sunday, bless his soul, comes out to see you almost in tears on the coach. and oh, his heart aches when you rant to him about your day and you start to tear up.

he listens so well, hand combing through your hair and quelling your sobs with words of assurance, telling you that it's okay and that it wasn't your fault.

his breath pauses for a moment when you hug his torso though, his thighs coming together to support your head. ah, please don't notice that he was playing with himself before you came home…

unfortunately though, it didn't matter. soon enough, you're peeking up at him with puppy dog eyes, and he relents with no resistance.

your hands eagerly pulls his shorts down, sending shivers down his spine, and he gasps at the cold air. ahhh, you look so cute, but please, slow down…

ah, maybe not.

you're so wet, baby…”

he gulps, and under your questioning gaze he spreads his folds further.

“you- i didn't know when you would come home, so i, well, i missed you a lot and- NHA!”

before he can justify himself, he arches his back when you suddenly kiss and suck at his clit with vigor.

“wait- haah! no, wait, pleaseee i-i need a mome- NGH!”

his moans are music to your ears, and his soft hands go from brushing out knots to gripping your strands and grinding against your mouth. his eyes widen and roll back at the pleasure you pour into him.

he bites his lips and covers his mouth with his arm, but he still can't stop his stuttering hips and throaty groans.

he croons when hands come to wrap behind his thighs. he fights against your hands unintentionally, his legs spasming as you slurp at his growing wetness.

“ANH-! ahh, hngh… uh-HEEE!”

he can't move as much as he wants to, your grip too tight. yet, he can't get the words out his throat, his hands occupied with covering his sobs.

your tongue feels heavenly, and his vision whitens when you moan into his pussy and…!

“can't hold in… nha! no, ‘m gonna cum, please stooop i’m going to lose my mind-!”

his body freezes before his thighs twitch like crazy, his moans peaking and choked out as you drink up everything he let's out.

sunday swears he passed out for a couple moments, because when he comes to his senses your tongue is still nestled deep inside him.

he swears after he cums you're deeper in him somehow. deeper, harder, better than before. as if telepathically, he looks down as you briefly leave his cunt.

before you can ask him how he feels, he's moving your mouth back to his twitching pussy.

“more… gimme more, or else…” he gulps. “i-i won't let you do this again for the next-”

“AHN! wait, wait a- NGH! hah, oungh-”

he can barely even think anymore. he leans back into the sofa, muscles aching from his previous orgasm.

he feels you move from inside to his clit, and suddenly he's moaning just as loud as the first time. he feels you swirl, suck, spit, and lick as his nerves are set on fire.

his second orgasm he’s near silent, instead he grabs your hair and grinds as you feel his release dribble down your chin.

you gasp in surprise, but decide to drag out his high by entering a finger into him. you barely even need to lube it up, a simple swipe against his folds is enough to get it soaked.

sunday's hips jerk, and he suddenly leans forward. his legs spread even wider, and he sits on your fave as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

he grinds further at the new intrusion inside him, and you quickly give him what he wants.

you continue pressing deeper, adding more and more fingers to have him grind harder. sunday also rides like a natural, like he was made to ride your face and fingers as your whore. his pussy sucks in your fingers, and it gets harder to pull them out.

“i’m gonna cum, my love, please, harder, hard-”

you don't let him finish, instead using your free hand to press him harder down on your face. at this point his full weight is on you, and you don't let sunday stop you.

“w-wait you're gonna get hurt! nooo stop- ngh! hahn, waaait!”

sunday finally cums for the third time, and you don't think you've ever tasted anything as sweet as this. as sunday comes down from his high you guide him onto his back and quickly grab a damp towel to clean him up.

when you come back he's still somewhat loopy, and he only seems to come around when you finish wiping him down. you close his legs, massaging his thighs.

he brings you closer to kiss you softly, a thankful look in his eyes.

“feeling better?”

“absolutely.”

[karteinss]

Having gojo teach while your cum slowly drips out of his loose hole

YES YES YESS!!!!

No what if you were also a teacher? You'd pass by his outdoor class just to see how he looks after you fucked him like a rabid dog that morning, bruises and hickeys were all over his milky body. He was crying but now he was acting normal, and like his goofy self.

He was teaching as usual but you could see some of your bite marks being slightly visible as he moved around. Your claim was visible to the students as you smirk.

You were already satisfied by that but you could see how his thoughts were quivering more than usual, then—

You see it.

Your cum, trickling down from his loose hole. You could see it somewhat piling up underneath him. But fortunately, the students didn't see it..well, not yet.

You decided to make some small talk as the students busied themselves. You would smirk as you whisper to him.

“My cum is still dripping out of you..and you even let other people see it, hm?” You smirk as you fondle his ass cheeks. He let out a small moan in response, his face was already lewd as he whispered a quiet "yes".

You fondled further, teasing his clothed rim with your thumb and making him squirm and beg you to stop.

You didn't listen though as you slipped your hands inside his pants and fondled his soft ass cheeks, you went further and even inserted your finger to his wet hole.

You chuckled as you felt how loose it was and your cum was still thick and deep inside of him, you purposely try to make the cum leak further by stretching his loose hole.

“Anh..~! W-wait are you..!”

The pants made a small rip as it ripped enough to see the cum gushing out of his wet slutty rim.

Gojo's cheeks redden in embarrassment as he doesnt even want to look at you, tears were visible as he laid his head down onto your chest as he lets you do those things to him.

“Darling, the students are busy...how about we spend time with eachother, hm?” You said, your words were sweet but hold another meaning behind it.

All gojo could do was nod as you smirked at the submissive sight in front of you. “your hole is so wet and keeps clenching down on my fingers, do you want my cock hm?” You whispered into his ear as you licked his earlobe. He nodded as he whimpered right after, you could feel his slutty hole clenching onto your finger.

You're definitely going to fuck his brains out, maybe even give him a baby.

[pomplalamoose]

mkay soooo what if when the rebellion was living on hoth u and (like late anh!luke or esb!luke both would be cute lwk) went to a more tropical planet w lots of beaches tghr whilst looking for more possible bases and of course you guys just happen to get stranded n day a few vacation days on the beach!

but since luke is from tatooine n there’s barely even water in the AIR he’s never seen in a girl—specifically you, in a bikini. and since you guys have been on hoth for a time he’s never even seen you in a t shirt. like you just “what’s wrong” n he’s as red as a tomato.

anyway what i’m trying to say is you two making out in the beach n then leads to beach sex please please please oh my god. and don’t hold back on the gross details

18+ !!!

cw: a little bit of pining, a little bit of fluff, eventual smut, like seriously, mdni!

• initially you think nothing of it when the unbearable heat forces you to remove your jacket

• too great is the relief of feeling the gentle breeze cool your sweaty skin that you fail to notice the way your exposed arms seem to impact Luke

• Luke who is trying his hardest to be respectful, who is giving his best not to stare

• Luke who fails spectacularly

• Luke who, upon you sensing his distress and turning around, turns beet red and wide eyed, looking away immediately

• "it's just a pair of arms", he tries to tell himself staring down at his feet in the sand

• this certainly is nothing he hasn't seen before

• Force, he intimatedly knows what a person looks like naked and you are nowhere even near that state, he needs to get it together!

• though no matter how plausible he makes it sound in his head, the reality is, in fact, a lot harder to deal with

• because it's not "just" a pair of arms

• it's yours and he can barely tear his gaze away

• he can't quite recall the moment in which he first let his thoughts wander and they settled on you, doesn't remember when it was that he first started wondering how you'd look under all that thick winter clothing necessary to survive on Hoth

• only, that he never got the chance to hold your hand in his without those damned gloves on

• that it was never a possibility to even touch your face

• that your body was nothing more than an illusion he made up for himself during his countless daydreams

• only, that he half-feared you'd simply disappear into a cloud of cold air without all those warm layers keeping you tightly wrapped together

• but now, sitting before him, is a picture he'd nearly didn't dare to hope ever laying his eyes upon

• there you are, in nothing but a T-shirt and pants, and so close, so real, he desperately wants to reach out his hands

• he longs to finally find out how you feel

• he wants to trace his fingers up and down your arms for no particular reason, wants to touch every single freckle and mole he can find

• is your skin as soft as it looks?

• is the fine hair he sees shimmering in the sunlight when you move a certain way?

• when you raise your arms to fix your windswept hair, so does the hem of your shirt, revealing a sliver of your mid-riff and Luke nearly explodes

• he's at a loss for words, completely helpless in light of your beauty

• there's nothing more except the need to latch on to you and never let go again

• of course, at this point, you would eventually come to realize your appearance's effect; Luke is not being what one would call subtle and the love-drunk look in his eyes is hard to miss

• "have you been to the water yet?" you ask gently, feeling a little shy at being gazed at so intently, hoping to focus his attention on something else

• it works

• Luke, absolutely clueless and very happy to follow you everywhere you want to go is concerned immediately

• "wait, wait...do you know how to swim?"

• of course you do and he's so relieved until he remembers he can't

• imagine his face when he eventually admits to it

• the slight crease between his eyebrows, his unhappy, nearly upset frown

• how is he supposed to keep up with you now?

• how is he supposed to keep you safe?

• imagine his smile returning like the sun rising in the morning when you assure him you don't mind

• you only want to dip in your feet, would he not like to join you?

• imagine his eager nod, the delight in his eyes at the foreign sensation when he's finally standing beside you

• imagine the giggle that escapes him at how the water draws back and returns swiftly with every gentle wave

• at how it washes around his feet, how it feels when he wriggles his toes in the wet sand

• imagine Luke's surprise, the light shock, when you splash him, the droplets suddenly raining down all over him

• then his delight, the childish excitement

• he wasn't aware this was something you, and he too, could do!

• before you know it he's chasing you down the beach trying to get back at you

• with his long legs and ability to move over sand much faster than you are, you don't stand much of a chance

• though of course this doesn't stop you from fighting back as soon as he gets to you and it's not long after that both of you are sopping wet

• imagine him laughing freely, something you don't think you've seen him do before

• your heart beats faster

-

• it's when you're both out of breath, staring each other down to gauge your next movements, that the mood, so playful before, switches

• you can't put your finger on when it happened, can't explain how, but the dynamic between you has changed

• like your little game helped Luke make up his mind, emboldened him even, his blushy look and adoringly shy eyes are no more

• instead you're faced with a determination that raises goosebumps all over your skin, as he slowly makes his way towards you, his strong thighs parting the water with every step

• you don't know where to look

• not when he's suddenly this close to you, so close you can smell the salt on his skin and the wind in his hair

• carefully, as if afraid to scare you away, he reaches out, starts to run the fingers of his right hand up and down your left forearm

• you let him

• his gentle touch makes you shudder and unbelievably so he moves even closer, drinking in your subtle reactions

• "Luke I-"

• your voice is breathy, a little unstable

• but when you turn your head aside in embarrassment, he's quick to reach for your chin

• for a moment it's quiet, words simply eluding you in the face of your confusion and desire

• it's Luke who finally speaks again, who voices aloud what you had been thinking about, secretly hoping for, all along

• "please, may I kiss you?"

• and then, nearly inaudible, with such longing that it makes your heart ache, "just this once?"

• and all you can give in return is a nod

• imagine the light in his eyes, brighter even than the most radiant of stars, as he cups your face in his large hands and touches his lips to yours

• imagine how he slowly, so very slowly, pulls back, clearly not wanting the moment to end already

• imagine the look in his eyes, a look that seems to silently plead for more

• and the relief when he finds the immediate answer in yours

• imagine the gasp that escapes you when he finally, unabashedly, dares to take initiative and pulls you flush against him with a jolt

• imagine the pure joy that arises at being kissed like this, with such fervor and enthusiasm it weakens your knees, for once silencing your mind

• imagine the deep sense of peace that comes with being held so closely in strong arms as if they never plan on letting you go again

• you feel safe

-

• the persistence and thoroughness with which Luke continues to explore your mouth surprises you

• he kisses like he's starving, like he can't get enough

• like he may never get the chance to taste you again

• like he's afraid you're going to stop him any moment now

• meanwhile nothing could be further from your mind and it is without hesitation that you follow his lead, that you let him place you down upon the warm sand as if on the softest, most luxurious bed made just for you

• quickly his lips are on yours again and it's not long before they start to wander, to explore your features and limbs as leisurely as his hands do

• mesmerized, like in a trance, Luke traces the lines of your body, peppers kisses to every inch of you he can reach, his excitement at the ability to draw soft sighs and moans from you palpable

• soon unintelligible pleas start to spill from your lips as your arousal heightens with every passing minute

• you're growing desperate, are aching for more, for his deft fingers between your thighs

• but despite Luke's hardened length pressing insistently against his wet pants and repeatedly brushing along your upper legs, he makes no move to fulfill your wish nor to sate his own desires

• not even when you experimentally roll your hips upwards in hopes of gaining at least a little bit of friction

• he's not done exploring yet

• his attention focuses on your chest instead and you have no other choice but to continue clenching around nothing as he tentatively licks and, at length, begins to suck your nipples into his mouth until you're ready to cry out in frustration

• covered in sweat, the sand has begun to cling to your skin, rubbing against you with even the smallest of your movements and you're not sure what to make of it

• you're overwhelmed, helplessly overstimulated, almost wishing for it to stop

• though when Luke presses his knee in between your legs, giving you the chance to grind against him, it's suddenly not enough

• it's not nearly enough and your impatience finally exceeding your shame, the urge to beg becomes too strong to withhold

• for his touch, his fingers

• his cock

• "please Luke. Please just- just fuck me already"

• this catches Luke off guard though he remains silent, takes time to observe your shaking legs, your flush, quivering skin, the quick rise and fall of your chest, your wet eyes

• it shakes him out of his revery, like your words only now led him back into the present moment, made him realize for how long he's been toying with you

• how painfully desperate he is to seek his own release

• truly, he has no intention of leaving you like this, on the brink of an orgasm and close to tears

• but he's stalling, he knows, holding back, unsure of how to proceed and afraid to hurt you

• what if you're not ready to take him yet?

• lost in thought his fingers move gently along the waistband of your underpants until they dip lower in wonder, his knuckles slowly grazing over the wet spot where your dripping arousal has soaked into the fabric

• he is the reason for this, the reason for your pleasure, he realizes

• and he wants you, has wanted you for a very long time

• having made up his mind he carefully pushes a finger deep inside of you, pleasantly surprised at how easy you allow him entrance

• "no", he breathes when you try to strip off your panties to better grant him access

• "I want you like this"

• Luke makes you cum several times before even considering to free his cock from its confines

• too deeply does he enjoy your cries and twitches growing in intensity to accept for pleasure of his own to distract from it

• too hypnotizing it is to watch his fingers disappear into you again and again until they're deeply coated and practically dripping with your arousal

• too satisfying are the obscene squelching sounds that arise, louder and louder the faster he drives into you

• if it were up to him he would continue like this forever, unbothered by his own urges, content to simply watch

• though as you grow tired he eventually takes mercy

• he fucks you until you're close to passing out with pleasure, your face held tightly between his hands

• until your back is sore with being rubbed over the sandy ground over and over and over again

• until there's sand everywhere, in places you don't even dare to think about right now, and your legs are quivering from how long you had to keep them this far apart

• until he is panting, ruthlessly chasing his orgasm with hard, fast thrusts that shake your entire body and cause your eyes to roll into the back of your head

• until tears are streaming down your face and not even the sounds of the crashing waves are able to drown out the wet slapping noises when his hips meet yours in a near frenzy as he buries himself balls-deep in your throbbing heat

A/N: I'm so excited I finally, FINALLY had the time to work on this request!! Really, I couldn't get it out of my head since you first sent it in and not being able to write it all down immediately was pure torture😩

Thank you for your patience! I hope you don't mind the way this turned out to be a little fluffier than anticipated, I just couldn't help it. I love my Luke being desperately head over heels for the reader <33

[valentine-cafe]

I wanna see some of your characters (*any* of your characters honestly, i'm not that picky and theyre all attractive anyway😍) and their first time bottoming for dom!top male reader because ive been going through that tag specifically and i would just love more of that typa content with your characterss

(Ps. Ive been reading your works for a while now and i gotta say im a huge fan)

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆◞ ₊˚

𖹭. a selection of characters when you top them for the first time /top male!reader

꒰ EEE we’re so happy that you like our content! we wanted to write this with all the characters but who knows how long that would take us sobs - might redo this req in the future with even more! BUT YES MORE TOP MALE READER <3 . . . might have gone a bit wild with rishen 1311 ꒱

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ALESSIO 781 ꒱ is someone that people tend to forget is a switch. top-leaning, yes, but a switch no less. he’s gotta really trust you in order to let you take control though. but when you do? he makes you work for it. the first time you topped him was a late night in his apartment. both of you kissing and making out on the sofa after playing a few games. the last thing he expected was for you to actually fight him for dominance. it was thrilling - but what was even more thrilling was when you won.

admittedly he was a little nervous. it was so new. seeing the cocky merc now gripping onto your arms and looking at you with those glassy emerald eyes of his. “stop if I tell you to - okay?”

but oh he wouldn’t even dream of telling you to stop. he was squirming and creaming everywhere by the time you fucked the bratiness out of him. which took quite a bit in all honesty.

but when you had him there. pinned to his bed and pounding into him from behind. so that all he could do was cling onto the sheets and let out all sorts of noises of pleasure. his deep voice now pitched. whiney.

“a-amor - d-dios amoorcittooo,” he whines out as you milk another orgasm out of him. all while he whimpers for you to fill him up again. splutters about being a good boy for you. it’s like a complete switch up when you get him under you — and the poor thing cums like a fountain.

he wants you to manhandle him. to be rough. mean. put him in his place and make him feel vulnerable — because he let you. and he wants you to fuck him until he’s on a verge of tears. might as well make the most of it, yeah?

mercenary x reader, antihero x reader, enigma x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHIMA 781 ꒱ would be quite the surprise for you as well. one would think that someone of her demeanour is a top dom, right? she’s a switch — she can quickly flip between being the mommy making you hump her high heel or the pillow princess.

listen, she also needs some taking care of. especially with how hard she works. so when you offered to top for the first time she wasn’t too opposed. doesn’t mean she didn’t make you work for it a little.

she can be a brat too — but one who backs off immediately when they know they’ve met their match. needless to say, when you had her bouncing on your dick and digging her black nails down your shoulders and back, she had long since given in.

“f-fuck - fuck anh doll - please - please can’tcantt-” she’d bury her face into your neck to try and hide her noises. you’d have to stop her from rolling her hips down and trying to please you instead. murmuring to her ear about how tonight was about her.

you’d push her into the pillow eventually. letting her rest comfortably while you did the work. being mindful of how overstimulated she can get and making sure to eat her out nice and slowly when it was all over. all so she could gasp into the air about how perfect you were while clinging onto your hair and whimpering.

scientist x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 209 ꒱ is another switch but god is this man a brat. he’s awful. riling you up in so many different ways because he wants to see just how far he can push you. because he’s in for it. whatever your kink is — so is his. he’ll go to the extremes and he wants to know just how far you go too.

so imagine his surprise when you pinned him over his examination table. pushing the dress he’d worn for work up and spanking his red-laced ass. how you tied his hands behind his back with his lab coat. pushing into him without a care and rutting his poor, bratty hole until he was creaming all over.

he’s sensitive. beyond sensitive. by the second climax he’d be whining for you. spluttering out apologies and trying to earn your favour. if only to grin at you all tiredly and splutter out a firm no when you asked if he was “really sorry?”

strap his wrists down to that examination table and make him fuck his hips back into you. make him work for it as he cries and whines to cum. because here's a beautiful thing about the scientist - he can’t make himself cum.

“p-please- por favor p-porr favv- hngh b-baby I - I’ll be good pleaseplease hnnhh need t-to cum so bad.”

be rough with him. force him to his knees and fuck his throat. he’ll look at you with pretty maroon eyes and beg even more. all so that you can ram him on your cock again and make him squirt until he’s seeing stars. make him feel helpless. make him feel like all he’s good for is clenching around your dick and cumming all over himself. he’ll love you for it.

mad scientist x reader, moth-mantis-spider monster x reader, yandere x reader, villain x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ HAITĀO 99484 ꒱ is a bottom who was more than thrilled to have you top. he did inform you of his scoliosis before hand, reminding you that while he did have quite the stamina as a reaper, to just not overdo it because of the pains in his back.

as such you’d make sure to lay him back nice and comfortably. your first time with him was rather slow and tender. mostly because you were a little afraid of hurting him.

he’s whiney. vocal. making sure that you know just how much he’s enjoying it. the way he keeps pressing desperate little kisses down your throat and stirring his hips up into you tells you that he wants you to feel just as good.

might at one point beg to take a break just so he can suck you off for a bit. he loves the feeling of your hand in his hair and gently guiding him. and his mouth? fuck it was heaven, he definitely knows what’s doing.

would eventually offer to ride you after. which you were a little hesitant about because of his condition — but he assured you that he’d be fine. so the night would drone on with your back against the headboard and arms hooked around you. kissing and whining into each other’s mouths as he bounces at the pace you set for him.

“s-s’good gege - gege,” he whines, creaming all over your abdomen again as he rocks his hips sloppily. “m-more please - please gege, promise I won’t break, please?”

grim reaper x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ YIZÉ 9948E ꒱ is another switch who really loves the rough treatment. he really likes the fighting for dominance. however, he might find himself in some conditions where he just wishes to be pampered and taken care of.

your first time topping was the former. he’s a mercenary and a reaper — he had you pinned and taking his dick first - if only for the tables to be turned before he even knew it. slammed into the sheets and forced to stay still as you snatched a pair of handcuffs he always seems to keep in his drawer.

oh he loved the way you took charge. how you degraded him. bit into his neck and shoulders. spanked and clawed and made his eyes roll back as you pounded him into his own sheets.

all so that he was drooling. all so that he could barely whine out your name. and when you’d slow - thinking he had enough?

why he’d grunt at you to keep going. maybe even call you a bit of a coward.

“wh-what? done? can’t fuck me right yeah?” would quickly turn into a series of gasps and sobs and - “s-sorryssooryy b-baby sorry I’m sorry nhhgfuck fuck! please!”

hes’s a loud one. that much you’d garner. until you fucked his mind numb and he was left to aimlessly cling to you. begging you not to stop. . . even if he blacked out. he’s a wild.

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ RISHEN 1311 ꒱ is a switch who just yearns to be taken care of. he wants it rough yeah, he’ll fight you for it a bit. but you know what? someone of his stressful work life and always having to be the one in control. . . he really wants to let go for someone.

he wants you to take it from him though. he doesn’t want you to be gentle — he’ll tell you that too. tell you that he wanted you to claw, and bite and take.

so when you yanked him by the hair and pushed him up against his desk - making him stand on his high heels as you leaned him over edge. pressing into his front and shoving your tongue down his throat. . . oh he was in heaven. how you gripped at his jaw and made him keep eye contact with you. ordered him too.

how you shoved his panties off to his thighs and mocked him for the lace. he’d be whining for you before you even put it in.

don’t expect him to be so pliant though. he’s got quite the sharp tongue. maybe he just likes the thought of riling you up too.

“that all you got?” “fuck hurry up.” just to see how he gets to you. but that would all fade the moment you’re fucking up into him. forcing his leaning body to steady itself on those high heels that are stained with the number of times both of you have come.

he’ll rake his nails down your shoulders. try to hold his sounds until you’re yanking him by the hair and encouraging him. make him ride you while you sit on his chair. fuck him until he’s squirming and telling you its too much. because it’s never too much. you can tell each time you try with withdraw and he instead pushes his hips down and forces his ass flush against your dick. squirming.

“f-fuck me - fuckmeeplease dios lo n-necesito tanto.” ( “god please I need it so bad” )

he’ll let you take him back to his apartment to go at it again. fuck him into his sofa, his bed, anywhere you want. he’s all yours. always. and god is he touch-starved enough to keep reminding you of that. even when he’s all covered in your cum.

assassin x reader, spy x reader, admiral x reader

 

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ DENARA 9819 ꒱ is a bottom who really wants to make you feel good and might tire herself out in the process. she’s so used to pressure and having to perform well so during your first time topping her you had to quite literally pin her down and tell her to stop. tell her that you were gonna take care of her. that she needs to relax and just let you fuck her the way she wants.

and oh once you got that out of the way she was all over you. denara is a freak. you got a kink? sure, she’ll try it out. her only request is that you fuck her dumb and drooling.

she was so loud when you took control and drove her into the sheets. admittedly she kept whining about wanting to ride you so eventually you let it happen. pulled her onto your lap and bounced her on your cock. didn’t even give her a smidge of control. watching as her tits bounced and her thighs jiggled as she whined for you.

“b-baby babybabyyy y-you’re sosooo mean angh- mnhhhhgg-”

she wants you to be mean though. wants you to pull at her hair. smack her. grab her. anything you want. all so that she can look at you with her black eyes all teary and her make-up all messy.

will probably beg to suck at your dick so give her that at least. you’ll end up fucking her throat anyway and making her cum untouched. if only to flip her onto her tummy again and fuck her until she’s drooling and whining.

she’ll probably hump at your thigh somewhere through the night when it’s all over. just desperate for more.

sorcerer x reader, healer x reader

[marvelstars]

So I was thinking about a post I saw a while ago and it made me realize that I believe it didn´t really occur to Anakin that Padme was too young as a 14 year old Queen because he was a 9 year old slave and already making adult decisions, like:

Sure, I will risk my life to give you the ship parts you need new friends.

I will sacrifice the pod I built with many sacrifices that I wanted to use to escape with my Mom once I got her and my slave chip out of her body with my self made slave chip detector.

I know exactly how to cheat on my owner, I have know him all my life actually and he loves gambling.

Sebulba, leave Jar Jar alone, you could kill me instead but then you would have to pay for me so go away.

I built a droid to help Mom around the house and I am also looking after grandma Jira here, fixing her things so the heat doesn´t get too much for her.

Do you need the droid army that is invading Naboo stopped? No problem, I will just destroy their main star chip and I didn´t even get out of place as Master Qui-Gon Sir asked me to.

Then Anakin became a padawan and was send to missions in which he had to use his lightsaber to get out of "negotiations"

So of course he defended Padme being a Queen at 14, to him her words about being happy for being relieved of so much responsibility sounded as if she thought she was doing a bad job with her planet, that´s why he told her he heard people were so pleased with her they wanted to keep her more time as their Queen. He thought she was selling herself short.

I believe the whole, "too young to be doing this" only beat Anakin in the face when he was send Ahsoka in the middle of a war zone.

I mean, he called her a "youngling" not even a padawan, he most definitely didn´t want to be training a 14 year old youngling in the middle of a war zone and he only accepted because he saw how sad Ahsoka looked when she thought he didn´t want her.

Ahsoka just had to invoke a little bit of tears and she already had him grapped around her little finger.

Anakin: Sure I am supposed to be your Jedi master and you should call me master but we are in the middle of a war zone, we both could die tomorrow, your situation sucks Snips and you are too young yet to notice it so of course you may call me skyguy to your heart content.

He is actually worse with Luke, honestly, it didn´t matter to him his little boy already destroyed the death star in ANH and his Master was calling for his head because he could become a Jedi and try to kill both of them, to Vader he was just "a boy"

In ESB Vader was at the parenting stage of thinking about Luke like, that´s my baby, nobody can touch him or his friends until I say so ok?

So he can recognize when someone was too young to be send to war, slavery or fight his Sith Master and he was right most of the time, except when it´s about himself and his perfect Queen Padme, they were veteran kids just doing their jobs.

Love him honestly :D

[heartfullofleeches]

Fuck, now all I can think of is Amyas with creep reader who literally tries to suffocate his in their tits

[changed it a bit because thighs are peak don't @ me]

"Pleeeeease, Y/n? Oh, please just one - I'll leave you alone for the rest of the weekor at least two days - I swear!"

Brat - Being forced with this feathered pain made you a lot more welcoming of your potential fate strolling past the gates of hell. The delusional cupid had been trying for quite some time to open your eyes to the wonders of true love and holy matrimony. Considering any partner would likely end up in a body bag before the topic of marriage came to light, you passed hard on the offer, but he moved himself right into your home and bed before you could say no. Amyas knew for a damaged soul like yourself there was no better fit than the embodiment of love like himself. You slowly began to accept his presents after witnessing him brandish an arrow on a gossiping neighbor, and since most days he kept to himself as he cooked and kept a tidy house.

Keyword being most.

Amyas hugs your leg as he wails. There were times when he simply couldn't handle the lack of physical affection when your body looked so cuddly and he wanted nothing more than to smooch your ever so kissable face all over. "I'll stop sneaking into your bed while you're asleep and stealing your keys when you leave. I just need one hug, please."

You shift in your seat, lifting your free leg onto the couch. "Just one?..."

Amyas nods weakly, the drooping feathers of his slightly perked. "Mhm...."

Well, if one's all he needs - it's best to make it one he'll never forget.

Swinging your leg over his shoulder, your heel drives into the blade - pinning his left wing to his back. The assault on his sensitive nerves causes him to release his hold on you, allowing you to bring the other leg over as you lock them both around his neck. He smiles bashful,briefly -the soft blue hues of his big eyes shrink to pinpoints as you squeeze, staring down at him unamused.

Amyas paws at your thigh, avoiding clawing into them as he wheezes. "T...too... tight....can't..."

"Good." You squeeze harder, inadvertently pulling him closer to your crotch as his nose brushes against your stomach. The plush of your thighs fully cushions his flushed cheeks, ragged gasps and the drool frothing from his pale lips bleeding through the material of your bottoms. Amyas pours what's remains of his willpower into keeping his tongue in his mouth as he salivates at the idea of tasting your skin seasoned with his salty tears. You cock your head to one side as they run.

"This is what you wanted - isn't it?"

"a.....ah...." Amyas' hands shoot between his legs, pulling his skirt down over anh unwanted sights as his eyes roll back and his lips crack with a a smile of pure euphoria and toxication. His creator was good. His creator was merciful.

All for the little fact Angels didn't need air to survive.

[unconvtional]

dom himeru x sub gn reader, degradation, sex toys, squirtinf the whole lot

fufu, amazing anon!

RULE #34. HiMERU

sensitive content, 18+, mdni NOW!!

title creds go to: fish in a birdcage

sketch info ; sex, gn!reader, domtop meru, subbot reader, usage of sex toys, bondage ( just the arms) , squirting (possibly afab.), dacryphila, spit, doublepen, anal, slightly possesive himeru hehe, overstim, slight dumbification + size kink, degradation, not proofread, .

an : GUYTYSSSSS I GOT DOYOUNG AND YUTA PHOTOCARDS YESTERDAY OMG I ALSO GOT HYUNJIN/HAN, CHANGBIN AND LEE KNOW THIS IS SO GOATED.

you choke out a gasp as his fingers ghost over your clit, whining in despair. "Please, meru. jus move already." you grind into hid hand, his thick member stuffed inside of your other hole. your butt flush against his thighs as you cry desperately. Your legs are spread by his much larger ones. "meru, I'm sorry!" he kisses the side of your neck, shushing you with a 'tsk' "All you can do is apologize to HiMERU, Darling, really?." his voice is smoothing in your brain, a change of scenery from the understimulating situation youre in. "hngh, himeru.. c'mon!"

rocking into him softly, you only stop when he slaps your thigh harshly, the aound resonating throughout the room. "HiMERU said not to move, didn't he?" you nod, looking back at him with glossed over eyes, you sniffled, in his hands is an exact replica of his cock. he rubs it through your folds, your slick coating the tip. It's sloppy sound sticking to your ears. you whine a soft 'please..' and a few cries of his name as you beg. "fuck me already, meru!" he doesn't move, only nipping at your neck and flickimg your nipples. "you slut, HiMERU has to keep teaching you patience, doesnt he, your slutty cunt cant help but be so desperate for something in it. right?" His words are harsh, but not untrue. you hang your head in shame, gasping once he lifts your leg and slips the dildo through your folds, it licks a stripe from your hole to your clit and you shiver, tangling your fists in his shirt. "Inside.. wan' it so bad" you moan when the tip enters you, the thick silicon stretching you out like his cock always did. "mm, is this good for you? is HiMERU pleasing you enough? you'd spread your legs for anybody, though." you shake your head rapidly as he ends opens his mouth again "would you be a slut for anyone?" grunting as you clench around him, his other hand rests on your other thigh. "no, nobody else. jus you, meru" a soft cry exits your mouth as he shoves the fake cock inside of you, hitting the spongy spot inside of you.

"Just HiMERU, Darling." You gasp, mouth agape. he flicks his wrist, thrusting it inside of you with haste. you shake your head, looking back at him— your face was red and tear-stained. a groan comes from his mouth as your hole tightens around you. He sticks his fingers in your mouth as you open it, his digits abusing the back of your throat. you gag and moan, tearing up. "You filthy whore, getting off to being treated like this, huh?" himeru removes his fingers before spitting in your mouth. You swallow hastily before his hands come to your face, leaving you no choice but to focus on the way he fucks it into you. himeru can feel your tears dripping onto his hand and forearm, his cock twitching inside of you as you cry loudly.

you babble, the rope that had your arms bound burned against your skin. its intricate design crafted by yours truly, himeru."Ha, hn.. anh— meru, 's so good, so good!" the sound of your cunt became even sloppier, even louder; the obsene squelch of your wetness as you leave a coat of your slick on the top layer of the dildo, as it kisses your cervix violently, his index finger coming to rub your clit. "Ah.. himeru, himeru! don' touch that.. not.. there!" you sob, tears rolling down your flushed and puffy cheeks as you push your butt into his pelvis, his cock sliding deeper into you. squeezing your eyes shut, you cum hard around the silicon toy, making a mess all over his hand. you gasp as clear liquid squirts out of you, slouching into him. he grunts, moving your face close to his— he can feel your heavy breathing– and planting a kiss on your lips. "good.. HiMERU's proud of you, one more." his lips are on yours once again, he bites your lips and sucks on your tongue before pulling away. staring at you with lidded eyes, "Yn, will you help HiMERU cum?" he asks, running his hand over your twitching stomach, slipping the dildo out of you and tossing it off to the side. looking away from him, you nod, teary-eyed. you open your mouth to speak shakily, "gonna.. gon make ya feel so good, promise, meru." You say in between broken and tired moans, he licks the shell of your ear, fondling your thighs. "move. HiMERU wants you to ride him" a sigh exits you, and you whimper, hands opening and closing. "hng.. okay" You shakily breathe out, looking back at him, your nose is running, and you can't stop crying. "Hm.. like a leaky faucet, you know?" he smiles, his hands digging in imprint on your hips. you wince, closing your eyes as you lift yourself enough to make your legs weaker, the slap of his thighs against your was loud and wet. squeaking softly, you lift "i.. i cant, s too big to do it myself.." you shake your head, resting it on his shoulder.

"Whatever," he hums, and a laugh erupts from his chest. "How pathetic, HiMERU really has to do everything for you." he kisses your tears away, thrusting up into you without hazard. you moan as he hits your cervix, and then your g spot— it feels so good. "hngh, too much.. s' too good," whispering shakily as you tug at the ropes. you lean forward as he pushes you up and drops you down with his pace. "don' stop 's so good, meru please, cummin.. i.. hmph " you babbled mindlessly, throwing your head back in pure pleasure, your eyes rolling into your skull, and your mouth forms an 'o'. a long draw out moan exits you, its loud as you squirt on his cock again. his thighs are soaked by your cum and sweaty from all of this activity.

himerus face was flushed and sweaty, his eyes softened as he stared at your disheveled form. lashes dotted with tears and face covered in your drool. "So stupid, how cute." he smiles, exhaling before closing his eyes and pumping his cock into you a few more times before shooting ropes of thick cum inside of you. "yn.. ngh, yn..." Himeru sits back, allowing you to lay on top of him, fatigued. "Mmm.. meru~" You look at him with doe eyes and sniffle, feeling your arms become sore. "Let me out, please" he chuckles, untangling your arms from the red rope. "HIMERU will start a bath, no need to worry." he says, breathing heavily.

you fall asleep after he leaves the room, unable to think straight.

I COULDV3 SONE SO KUCH BEETER IMNSOS ROYY ANON IM JUST RLLY STRESSED UHFHH SOB SOB

[macaroni-stars]

Sooo...

What was that about the tent scene?

oh boy, here we go....

WATCH THE ACTUAL SCENE HERE FIRST (stupid tumblr and its video policies.....)

AND IMMIDIATELY WE BEGIN WITH LUKE MOANING HAN'S NAME THAT I HAVE AND WILL CONTINUE TO USE FOR NEFARIOUS PURPOSES. 

But on a more serious note, there is something so deeply symbolic that the radio dramas have decided to write in the seemingly little "I can't see." for Luke as he is getting saved by Han. As if their stories did not mirror each other enough, here we have the drive home, which also brings forward a magnificent parallel of them recognizing each other's voices even while blinded, as well an amazing metaphor of each one being the 'guiding light' for the other, a guardian angel that comes to the rescue even when the world turns dark. 

And speaking of guiding light. Here is a little extract from a few minutes earlier, of Han finding Luke:

Luke is calling out Han's name, but did you notice the "Han, so it would be you." later in the tent? meaning in THIS moment he is delirious, and doesn't register what is happening. HE IS JUST CALLING OUT HAN'S NAME WHILE ON THE VERGE OF DEATH, BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT'S FLASHING BEFORE HIS EYES, I WILL RUN MYSELF INTO THE WALL-

And oh, how desperate Han is. OH HOW DESPERATE—

"Don't go to sleep on me.. Don't do this to me Luke, come on, give me a sign here!"

HOW YOU HEAR HIS VOICE SHIFT. HOW HE GOES FROM DEMANDING TO PLEADING. I AM ON THE POINT OF CLINICAL INSANITY—

Khm, back to the original plot of the movement. 

The little "There is not much room in here" must be agnowleged fully in order to understand that throughout this entire exchange they are essentially pressed into each other in a crammed space (the writers seem to really love doing that since the anh floor compartments). This, coupled with "Keep the thermal wrap around you", it's not hard to imagine Han hugging Luke to himself for warmth, speaking to him quiet words of encouragement and gentle jokes through heavy breaths. And people will tell you they were just friends. 

"How are you feeling?" Han has never ever sounded softer. I am forever in gratitude to Perry King for how he portrays Han in the radio dramas, because while he keeps the cocky attitude of Harrison he sounds deeply worried, close to tears, and incredibly intimate and soft when he needs to, and specifically for moment like these he should get a medal. 

I just love their playful remarks to each other in general, but specifically the fact that Han answers to Luke initiating, and while Luke's voice is sarcastic and frustrated, Han tries to gently give him a genuine smile, being the one to keep the morale up this time, so to say, which is a switch in their dynamic that is so refreshing and so influential, that I have adopted this attitude of theirs to a substantial number of my fanfics. 

"No more talking like that!" Oh how I love this moment, because not only is this Han tugging Luke out of his spiraling, something we saw even in A New Hope, after the death of Ben, but there is something in his voice, this little sinking tone that makes me think he is also saying that to himself in a way. Because he doesn't even want to think about losing Luke, even if rationally he knows that the possibility of it has never been closer. 

(a sobbing break for how Han whispers "you" through a chuckle) 

"Well, I guess you can cancel all my social engagements for the evening." with the intention of spending said evening in Han's arms, so command the consequences, this is Victorian lady level flirting, scandalous, promiscuous if you will. 

AND NOW WE TAKE A BREATHER BEFORE THE NUCLEAR BOMB 

"So what's your excuse this time, huh?"

"Huh? For what?" 

"Coming out after me. I guess you can't claim it was on money this time."

"Well.. I'll figure something out, Luke."

"I bet you will."

With the whispered, panting voices, with that little gruff in Han's, with Luke's getting quieter, as if he is leaning closer and closer to Han's face...

Find me an explanation to this that does not involve homosexual tendencies and the deepest of attraction. Convince me they are just friends. Show this to a person without context and ask them whether the characters are written as lovers. Find me a scene so deeply personal while also being sexually charged. 

THIS changed me as a person. THIS broke me. THIS is why I am a skysolo scholar with honours. THIS is the end of me. 

(honestly, guys, I want to just do an animatic of this goddamn scene, because it is SO insanely vital to the formation of my brain chemistry...) 

[tashiberrie]

THEOPHAGY a challengers fanfic.

chapter one

↳ table of contents • one • two • three •,…

— in which the relentless pursuit of victory entangles rivals and friends alike in a complex web of obsession, love and self discovery.

an: who knew i could make tennis this dramatic. anyway, rebloggs are very much appreciated <3 please let me know what you think and feel free to send asks about theophagy, eve, challengers, whatever you want 🤍 enjoy.

ps: i’m thinking about creating a tag list for theophagy, so let me know if you’d be interested in that.

2004

Tashi Duncan was a name that echoed through the world of tennis with a reverence that bordered on awe. A prodigy from a young age, she had an almost supernatural grace on the court, a fluidity of movement that left spectators spellbound and opponents in despair. Winning had become a second nature to her; it was not just an expectation but a foregone conclusion. Tashi's journey through the ranks was meteoric, and by the age of just fifteen, she had secured her place as a future legend of the sport.

Her confidence was as unshakable as her skill. She approached each match with a calm certainty, her powerful serves and precise volleys dismantling any challenge that came her way. Tashi Duncan was, simply put, the best.

But then came Eve Anh.

Eve was a name Tashi had not encountered before, a new entrant into the upper echelons of tennis who had taken the circuit by storm. There were whispers about her in the locker rooms, murmurs of an almost feral intensity, a predatory focus that left her opponents rattled. Tashi paid little attention to the rumours; she had faced countless challengers and emerged victorious every time. Eve, she thought, would be no different.

The day of their match arrived with an electric tension in the air. The stadium was packed, the audience eager to witness the clash of titans. Tashi stepped onto the court with her usual confidence, her eyes scanning the crowd before settling on her opponent. Eve stood at the other end, her expression inscrutable, her eyes locked onto Tashi with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

The match began and Tashi quickly realised that Eve was no ordinary opponent. She moved with a ferocity and precision that was terrifying, each stroke of her racket a slash of claws, each serve a piercing bite. Tashi struggled to keep up, her usual grace and power faltering under the relentless onslaught. It was as if Eve was not just playing to win, but to consume.

Point by point, Eve tore through Tashi’s defences, ripping apart her composure and confidence. Tashi felt as though she was being dismembered, piece by piece, her pride and skill devoured with every brutal volley. Each time she looked at Eve, she saw a hunger that went beyond the desire to win; it was a ravenous, insatiable need to dominate, to consume everything Tashi had ever been.

Eve's gaze was like a shark's, cold and unfeeling, and Tashi felt herself being drawn into those depths, drowning in her own fear and helplessness. She was no longer the lioness; she was the prey, caught in the jaws of a predator far more formidable than any she had faced before. Eve's dominance was total, her victory a feast, and Tashi felt every bite, every tear as her spirit was shredded.

When the final point was scored and the match ended, Tashi stood on the court, feeling eviscerated. Eve approached, her expression unreadable, but the gleam in her eyes spoke of a hunger momentarily sated. Tashi extended a trembling hand, feeling the cold grip of her conqueror, and in that moment, she knew she had been devoured.

Eve had not just defeated her; she had consumed her, leaving Tashi a hollow shell of the champion she once was. The court was her hunting ground, and Tashi had been her feast. As she walked away, Tashi could still feel the gnawing teeth, the relentless hunger of Eve, and she knew she would never be the same. She had been devoured, body and soul, by a predator unlike any she had ever faced.

Eve was a figure of mystery and intensity, her presence on the tennis court nothing short of mesmerising. Her journey in tennis had been one of relentless pursuit, a hunger that drove her to devour her competition with a ferocity that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. For Eve, tennis was not just a sport; it was a lifeline, an essential part of her existence as crucial as the air she breathed.

From a young age, Eve had discovered that she possessed a talent for the game, a natural ability that set her apart from her peers. But it was not just her skill that defined her; it was the insatiable hunger that burned within her, a need to dominate and conquer that transcended mere competition. Tennis was her battleground, and every match was a hunt, every opponent a potential feast for her unrelenting appetite.

Eve's rise through the ranks of tennis was marked by a series of brutal, decisive victories. She had a keen eye for talent, seeking out the best players with a predatory instinct. She latched onto them, drawn to their strength and skill like a moth to a flame. These players became her prey, their prowess on the court the sustenance she craved. She thrived on the challenge they presented, their resistance fueling her drive to overpower them.

But this hunger came at a cost. Eve was acutely aware of the the merciless nature of her pursuit. She knew that her approach to the game was not just about winning; it was about consuming her opponents, drawing from their strength until there was nothing left. She fed on their fear, their desperation, their struggle to keep up with her relentless assault. And when they began to falter, when their strength waned and they could no longer provide the challenge she needed, she would leave them behind, moving on to her next target.

This cycle of predation left a trail of broken players in her wake, each one a testament to her ruthless efficiency. Eve felt a pang of guilt every time she moved on, a fleeting acknowledgment of the destruction she left behind. She knew it was terrible, this parasitic drive that defined her. But the hunger was too strong, too deeply embedded in her soul. It was who she was, and she couldn't change that, no matter how much she might want to.

Off the court, Eve was a solitary figure, her intense focus on the game leaving little room for personal connections. She kept to herself, her interactions with others marked by a certain detachment. It was as if she feared that letting anyone get too close would expose the voracious hunger that drove her, the dark need that she barely contained.

Despite her inner turmoil, there was a part of Eve that reveled in her power, in the fear and respect she commanded. She saw herself as a necessary force in the world of tennis, a crucible through which the strongest players must pass. Yet, there was also a part of her that longed for something more, a connection that went beyond the superficial ties of competition.

Her encounter with Tashi Duncan had been different. Tashi had been a formidable opponent, her strength and skill a tantalising challenge that Eve had relished. The match had been a feast, every point a morsel of satisfaction for her ravenous appetite. But in Tashi, Eve had also seen a reflection of her own struggles, a kindred spirit battling her own demons. The connection they shared on the court was electric, a blend of rivalry and respect that left a lasting impression on Eve.

After that fateful match, Tashi Duncan's world was irrevocably altered. The court, once her kingdom, now felt like a graveyard of her shattered pride. The days that followed were a haze of restless nights and distracted days. Tashi couldn't escape the haunting presence of Eve; she was everywhere and nowhere, a spectre that invaded her every thought.

Tashi's obsession with Eve grew, an insidious vine wrapping around her mind, squeezing tighter with each passing day. She replayed their match in her head endlessly, dissecting every movement, every stroke, every glance. She scrutinised Eve’s form, trying to uncover some secret, some flaw she had missed. But each analysis only deepened her sense of awe and dread. Eve was flawless, a predator who had revealed Tashi’s own vulnerabilities in the most visceral way possible.

She began by studying Eve's matches with an intensity bordering on obsession, dissecting every move, every habit, searching for some clue, some insight into the mind of her conqueror. And it didn't take long for Tashi to uncover the quirks and rituals that defined Eve's presence on the court.

The soft hum that Eve emitted between points became a haunting melody in Tashi's mind, a constant refrain that echoed through her thoughts even when she wasn't watching. She found herself humming along, trying to decipher the meaning behind the ever-changing tunes, wondering what secrets they held.

Eve's unique way of bouncing the tennis ball before serving became a mesmerising spectacle for Tashi, a hypnotic dance that seemed to defy the laws of physics. She watched in awe as Eve spun and twirled the ball with effortless grace, each variation a testament to her skill and creativity. Tashi found herself mimicking the motions in her own practice sessions, hoping to capture even a fraction of Eve's magic.

And then there were the water bottles, meticulously arranged in a precise pattern on the sidelines. Tashi watched as Eve lined them up with obsessive precision, marvelling at the dedication and focus it must take to perform such a seemingly mundane task. She wondered about the significance of the ritual, the hidden meaning behind the carefully arranged bottles.

Her own training took on a frantic, almost manic quality. She pushed herself harder than ever before, driven by a desperate need to reclaim what had been taken from her. She studied Eve’s techniques, mimicked her strategies, and adapted her own style in a bid to become stronger, faster, better. Yet, no matter how hard she trained, the image of Eve standing over her, victorious and unassailable, remained seared into her mind.

In Eve, Tashi saw more than just a formidable opponent; she saw a divine force, a manifestation of power and grace beyond mortal comprehension. Eve's dominance on the court was not just skill; it was a revelation, a glimpse into a higher plane of existence where victory and defeat were mere illusions.

Tashi's fixation consumed her personal life as well. She withdrew from friends and family, her world narrowing to a singular focus: Eve. Conversations were tinged with an undercurrent of Eve’s name, her presence a ghostly thread woven into the fabric of Tashi’s existence. Her relationships strained and faltered, unable to compete with the all-encompassing spectre of her infatuation.

[onlyyvette]

★ DAY 1 - nipple play | chris redfield

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom chris + male reader + nipple play + dacryphilia + nipple clamps + vibrators + cumming untouched + chris is called "princess" + and his pecs are often called tits + he pretends to not like it + but fails

a/n: I'm really happy about how this turned out, considering how its my first re smut ^-^ I just hope I'll have the dedication to finish this series...

Your hands roamed Chris' wide chest, adoring the firm yet plushness of his pecs as you traced small scars littered about. His chest- no, his tits, were so soft and pillowy, the moment you saw them bare you just wanted to feel him up so badly. The way he was positioned, sitting in your lap with his front gave you a perfect view of his tits, close enough for you to push your face into. Fuck, your boyfriend was hot.

"Nnhh..." Chris' brows were furrowed, watching you grope his tits through lowered lids. This was the only part of his body apart from his ass that got him embarrassed whenever you teased it. His chest has always been so sensitive, especially since he started building up muscle. He swore his nipples have grown a bit in size. Chris' chest was so full that whenever he wore tight shirts, his tits looked like they were about to burst out and it so so damn attractive to you.

"I can't get enough of of these princess," you tease, making sure to pinch one of his nipples. "Mhn! H-how about you look away then," Chris grumbled, faking annoyance. You didn't miss the way he shivered at the nickname. "No way," you smirked and latched onto one of his buds with your mouth. "Ah!" Chris' eyes widen tries his best to stifle the adorable sound that comes out of him when he feels your mouth on him. Immediately, you began sucking on his nipple- hard.

"S-shit...nggh...hahh, [name]!" Chris whines as you continue your harsh ministrations. Not only do you suck on his nipple, you also leave bites on the bud and the areola surrounding it. You know that Chris is especially weak to biting and you take full advantage of it. "Ungh, [name], anh!" While Chris wants to think he won't cum yet, but he's starting to feel like you might force an orgasm out of him with your pace. In just a moment, you swiftly pulled away from Chris' tit, leaving a thin trail of saliva and a confused pout of your boyfriend's face.

"You remember those toys we bought the other day?" Chris still looks a bit dumbfounded but finally remembers and slowly nods his head. "You wanna use them today?" Well fuck, you sounded overeager and so not cool. But luckily, Chris was the same as you. "Fuck yeah. Definitely." Okay you probably sounded more uncool. But those thoughts left your mind when you saw Chris' face, the way his eyes were blown wide with lust at the idea of putting those new toys to use. You turned to your left and reached under your bed to fish out a small black box. You opened it up and took out its contents: a bullet vibrator and one nipple clamp.

"Why only one?" Chris' voice almost sounded a bit slurred when you first heard him. "I though it was obvious. It's easier for me to suck without it in my way." Chris blushed even harder at how casually you talked about sucking on his chest, like it was just sucking on some candy. You first brought the clamp to his nipple you had already been sucking on and noticed it was a little red and puffy, small bite marks surrounding it. The moment you fasten it, Chris lets out a yelp, jerking harshly as he feels his nipple being overstimulated. "Unghh...shit," your boyfriend's breathing becomes heavy and ragged, and you're sure you can see tiny tears prick at his eyes.

With a mean grin, you switch on the vibrator and push it up to his other untouched nipple. "HnNGGH---" Chris clenches his teeth hard as he reels back from the intense pleasure he's feeling. His moans begin to freely pour out as he squirms, unable to escape the intense vibration and the constant pleasurable pain of having his nipple trapped. He cries out and wraps his muscular arms around your neck. Unable to resist, you pull him into a deep kiss, forcing your tongue down his throat as you ravage him, swallowing down his pitiful moans.

Chris' tears flow freely as he tries his best to grind his leaking cock onto you, only for you to push him back with firm hands on his hips. Even if he could push you off, he didn't, deciding to let you move him in any way you deemed fit. You sigh into his mouth as you open your eyes a bit to watch the tears roll down his cheeks. Despite feeling your dick cry out for attention, you decided to ignore it to be fully in the moment with your boyfriend. Besides, you felt like you were going to be able to get off just by watching him.

"Mnghh! Nnhh, mhh, NghGHH!" Chris continues to sob as his head begins to feel a little too light. You felt his arms tighten around your neck and you could tell he was close. Right as Chris could feel that coil in his stomach unravel, you pulled away from his soft lips and removed the vibrator from his nipple. "W-wh..." Chris couldn't even find his words, still trembling as hot puffs of air leave his mouth. His skin is glistening with a layer of sweat, his lips kiss-swollen and tears are still falling down his face, the image created sending a violent throb to your ignored dick. Just as quickly as you got rid of his source of pleasure, you once again latched onto his nipple and tug on the nipple clamp, finally twisting it a brutally ripping it off of Chris' nipple.

It took him a second to register the heavy mix of pleasure and pain, his eyes rolling back as he cums with a loud keen. His cum splatters on the both of you considering your close proximity, some of it getting on your chest while most of it reached his own, creating a perfect picture. You bring back your face to his, mouthing at his lips and swallowing up his small whimpers from the aftershocks of his orgasm. You wrap one arm around your boyfriend's waist and bring him closer to you, the other going to his head to rub at his hair to calm him down. As Chris' trembling becomes less and less violent and his breathing less ragged, you keep in mind his reaction to the use of those toys on his tits- you were definitely going to use those again.

[1solone]

AGAINST ALL ODDS

Phil Collins

How can I just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace

When I stand here taking every breath with you, ooh

You're the only one who really knew me at all

How can you just walk away from me,

When all I can do is watch you leave

Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears

You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space

And there's nothing left here to remind me,

Just the memory of your face

Ooh take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space

And you coming back to me is against the odds and that's what I've got to face

I wish I could just make you turn around,

Turn around and see me cry

There's so much I need to say to you,

So many reasons why

You're the only one who really knew me at all

So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space

And there's nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face

Now take a look at me now, cause there's just an empty space

But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what I've got to face

Take a good look at me now, cause I'll still be standing here

And you coming back to me is against all odds

It's the chance I've gotta take

Take a look at me now

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Làm sao anh có thể để em bước đi, để em rời đi không chút dấu vết

Khi em đứng đây hít thở từng nhịp cùng anh, ooh

Em là người duy nhất thực sự hiểu anh

Làm sao anh có thể rời xa em,

Khi tất cả anh có thể làm là nhìn em rời đi

Bởi vì chúng ta đã chia sẻ tiếng cười và nỗi đau và thậm chí chia sẻ những giọt nước mắt

Em là người duy nhất thực sự hiểu anh .

Vì vậy, bây giờ hãy nhìn vào anh, oh chỉ là một khoảng trống

và có không còn gì ở đây để nhắc nhở anh,

Chỉ là ký ức về khuôn mặt của em.

Ôi, bây giờ hãy nhìn anh, chỉ là một khoảng trống

Và em quay lại với anh là chống lại tất cả và đó là những gì anh phải đối mặt

Anh ước mình có thể chỉ khiến em quay đầu lại,

Quay lại và thấy anh khóc

Có rất nhiều điều anh cần phải nói với em ,

Rất nhiều lý do tại sao

Em là người duy nhất thực sự biết anh .

Vì vậy, bây giờ hãy nhìn lại anh, chỉ là một khoảng trống

và không còn gì cả ở đây để nhắc nhở anh, chỉ là ký ức về khuôn mặt của em

Bây giờ hãy nhìn lại anh bây giờ, vì chỉ còn một khoảng trống

Nhưng để đợi em , là tất cả những gì anh có thể làm và đó là những gì anh phải đối mặt

Bây giờ hãy nhìn kỹ anh , bởi vì anh sẽ vẫn đứng ở đây

Và em quay lại với anh là chống lại tất cả các tỷ lệ cược

Đó là cơ hội anh phải có

Hãy nhìn anh ngay bây giờ

[dailydragon08]

Breathe With Me Part I

Summary: After an overwhelming time, your resolve finally crumbles and Leia, Han, and Luke are there to give you all the support you need to get you back on your feet. Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Gender Neutral!Reader Warnings: reader is very overwhelmed, sleep deprived, and crying. A/N: Writing this mainly for myself since the family dog passed away last  night and I'm moving soon and just very stressed in general. But  hopefully it helps anyone who needs it. Might do a part 2 of Luke just  pampering you on a day off/vacation. I tried to write it so you can easily picture your favorite era of Luke here (ANH, ESB, ROTJ,  post-ROTJ, maybe even right before the events of TBOBF, etc.). See my full masterlist here. Tagging Taco Squad cuz I feel like we could all use this right now @kaleidoscope1967eyes @masterlukessaber @coffeeorsomething-irl

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You closed your eyes and sighed from your spot on the Falcon’s bunk, wiping the tears from your cheek with your sleeve. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Leia said next to you, squeezing your hand. “You’ve been through a lot lately. Just let it out.” She rubbed a soothing hand across the back of your shoulders. 

Han leaned against the adjacent row of bunks with an unsure, but sympathetic look on his face. He wandered towards the door, holding his wrist comm close to his mouth. “Kid, are you almost here? We could really use you in here.”

Luke’s out-of-breath voice floated through the static. “Almost there! I’m running as fast as I can. Just give me another few minutes.”

Han meandered back over and gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. “He should be here any minute.”

You nodded as more tears fell, sniffling so hard you triggered a coughing fit. 

“Here.” Leia reached into one of the storage compartments beneath the bottom bunk and pulled out a box of tissues. 

“T-thanks,” you mumbled before blowing your nose hard. 

“Careful, kiddo,” Han said with a lopsided grin. “Make sure your nose stays attached to the rest of you.”

You gave a watery chuckle just as Luke skidded to a halt in the doorway. His hair was windswept and damp from the planet’s rainstorm, the shoulders of his jacket dotted with droplets. He met your eyes and sighed, hurrying over to you and squeezing Han’s forearm as he passed by. 

“Kay, Chewie and I are gonna get her ready for takeoff,” Han said, speeding out the door. The “waterworks,” as he called them, no matter how justified, always seemed to put him at a bit of a disadvantage—although you appreciated him trying his best anyway. 

Leia gave you a tight hug. “We’ll be back at base soon. I’ll make sure command gives you and Luke a day off so you two can relax and recoup.” She met Luke’s eyes and, at his nod, left and closed the door to the bunks behind her. 

Luke nestled himself against you, pulling your shoulders to lean against him. “Hey, starflower, shhh,” he murmured as more tears spilled over. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he gently kissed your forehead before smoothing a hand over your hair. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You hiccupped through another sob, grateful for how he pulled your bridal style into his lap. Burying your face into the warm skin of his neck, you clung to him as you felt the ship thrum to life and vibrate the bunk underneath you. You weaved your fingers into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, letting the silkiness comfort you as you struggled to find your breath. 

“Hey, breathe with me. You’re safe. You’re okay. I’m gonna help you through this, okay?” Luke’s hand ran up and down the length of your spine while the other gently massaged the back of your head. “In for four seconds through your nose, hold for four, then out for eight through your mouth, all right? In…hold…out…good, keep going. In…hold…out.”

You did this several more times before shuddering out another exhale. “My chest feels so tight.”

“Concentrate on how your hands or feet feel,” Luke murmured in your ear, still tracing soothing shapes on top of your clothes. He pulled back enough to press his forehead to yours and grabbed your hand, pressing your palm flat against his chest. His heartbeat thrummed under your fingers. “Breathe in time with me. You’re all right. In—out—in—out. Good, see? You’ve got it.”

You poured all your concentration into the sensations of your hands—how your muscles felt, the soft fabric of Luke’s jacket in one hand and the contour and warmth of his chest under the other. The ship hummed subtly around you as a relaxing accompaniment to Luke’s steady breathing. After several minutes, you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips that you greedily returned. 

He wiped another tear from your cheek before gently stroking your skin. “I’m s-sorry,” you warbled. 

“Hey, none of that. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“But this isn’t your job—”

“How many times have you been there for me? And I don’t take care of you because I feel like I have to. It’s because I want to—hey, look at me.” He cupped your jaw and neck in his large hand and pulled back to look into your eyes, the striking blue filled with nothing but concern and warmth. “Taking care of you is not a job. It’s a privilege. I want to be here.”

You felt the tears building again, but this time for another reason. Squeezing him firmly, you buried your face in his neck again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, so much,” he replied, holding you just as tight and nuzzling into your neck. He ran the tip of his nose up the side of your neck and across your jaw where it connected with your ear. “Have you gotten any sleep?”

You pulled back to meet his gaze. “Um…no, not really.”

“Well, we’ve got a while till we’re back at base, so why don’t we try and get some rest? Then once we’re back and have gotten the mission report out of the way, we can either have a relaxing day on base or I can fly us somewhere for a few days.”

“But Leia—”

“She’ll survive a few days without us.” He scooted back further onto the mattress with you still in his arms, shimmying out of his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders before laying down. You lay beside him, tangling your legs with his and using his chest as a pillow as he wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders. His hand slid gently from your shoulder to massage the knots in your neck again as he kissed your cheek. You felt a sudden wave of calmness wash over you like water and knew he was calling on the Force to help you balance yourself. With the sudden serenity came an overwhelming wave of exhaustion and you felt your eyes begin to droop, letting out a small, contented moan as the back of Luke’s fingers brushed your cheek before sliding down the slope of your neck to your shoulder. His other hand worked its way under your shirt to make relaxing circles in the skin there. “Just sleep,” he murmured. “I’ll wake you up once we’re back home.”

Half asleep, you murmured, “You are my home.”

You felt his lips press against yours. “And you’re mine, sweetheart.”

[queen-of-mandalore]

Em’s Star Wars Rewatch Part 32:

The Clone Wars #30 - Umbara

4x07: Darkness on Umbara

I have both been excited for and dreading this arc. It’s one of the best in the entire series but I was so tense through the whole thing.

The design of Umbara really adds to the ‘fog of war’ aspect of this arc. The fact that it’s constantly dark and foggy and unknown. The terrain and wildlife are enemies in of themselves.

It’s interesting that this is one of the few times where they are fighting people rather than droids. It makes it more real. We see several of the clones shoot the Umbarans almost point blank and fight hand to hand.

The Umbaran weapons are so interesting and such cool designs.

‘I can’t even see the enemy!’ ‘That’s why they’re called the shadow people Tup!’

Hard case and Wrecker would get on so well.

This episode really highlights why Anakin is such a good general - he allows Rex to take a lead, listens to his strategy calls and fights alongside his men. It comes into stark contrast with Krell.

As soon as Krell showed up I became so angry. He might honestly the most hated character in all of Star Wars. At least with the villains such as Palpatine and Maul you kind of love to hate them. Krell I just hate.

The way Rex blinks in surprise when krell makes the insulting comments about clones - he’s just not expecting it having been so used to working with Anakin and Obi-Wan. The same as when Fives just stares at the lightsaber when Krell threatens him like he can’t even believe it.

Even in this first episode you can see Fives’ rebellious spirit. He’s the only one who openly questions Krell.

4x08: The General

You can see how hard Rex is trying to keep things together. He doesn’t agree with Krell, his men are dying but there’s nothing he can do.

This episode highlights how the men admire and respect Fives. They all listen to him when he argues against Krell’s plan. Rex knows this, shown by him asking him to ease the men’s minds.

‘Men. Not clones, men!’

I love Hardcase and Fives together. I bet Hardcase reminds Fives of Hevy.

Poor Kix just wants to save the wounded. Him telling Rex he sounds just like Krell must have hit deep.

The weird caterpillar tanks the Umbarans use are so cool.

I love the way Fives is just manically laughing whilst piloting the Umbaran ship. He was having a great time.

The shot with fire reflecting in Krell’s eyes goes so hard.

The fact that Krell would question whether Rex understands that losses are essential for victory after Rex has lost so many brothers makes me so angry.

4x09: Plan of Dissent

Why does Fives look so hot leaning like that?

I love Fives trying to lie to Krell in the hangar - gives major Han in ANH vibes. Plus the fact that Hardcase seems to be one of the few clones who can actually lie somewhat convincingly.

Hardcase saying they will be sneaky when he has to be one of the least sneaky of all the troopers lol

Dogma and Tup just don’t want to get into trouble, I don’t think we can blame them for that.

The fact that Anakin has told Fives the story about how he blew up the droid command ship as a kid. It’s a small detail but it really shows the relationship Anakin has with the clones seeing as he seems to chat and shares stories with them.

RIP Hardcase - live to fight another day.

Of course Rex tried to take the blame (despite telling them he couldn’t help them if they were caught) but Fives would never allow that. They both have so much loyalty to their brothers.

Krell just wants obedience - that’s all he cares about.

I will forever love Fives’ speech, it’s so powerful.

Watching them unknowingly kill one another hurt my heart. Rex’s voice when he’s screaming at them to stop was just heartbreaking. All their reactions were just too much.

Poor Waxer. The lone tear running down his face 😭

This episode shows Rex’s character development. If you think back to season 1 he would never have even considered turning against his general, no matter what they did.

‘It’s Captain, sir.’

‘I used to think being a good soldier meant doing exactly what they told you.’

Dogma is such a fascinating character. When he realises Krell has been using him you really feel his anguish.

I think making Krell a traitor and a follower of Dooku makes this arc slightly less dark. At the end of the day there is still a line drawn between good and evil. Krell is the bad guy. It would be interesting if they hadn’t made that choice, if Krell wasn’t trying to destroy the republic, he just didn’t care about clones’ lives. It would have made it a lot messier and I think the moral dilemma for Rex would have been even greater.

‘All I know is that one day this war is going to end’. ‘And then what? We’re soldiers. What happens to us then?’

This arc is so good. I wish we had more clone centric arcs as this proves they are among the very best.

[agirlandherquill]

Written In Smoke - The Inceptive Letter

Now, for the first post of this series I thought I’d begin with something simple, explaining the name - Written, because of course I’m a writer and I adore the clickety-clack of keys (and writing with a fountain pen in a notebook when I’m outlining plot, which is a new little venture I’ve begun doing) and Smoke, because it’s a weekly account of events, nothing is going to be completely solid, and my memory will have gaps even if I attempt to note things down, and also because much like the flow of ink upon paper, life is similarly fluid too, in my mind at least, it’s very much like smoke - full of substance, beautiful, chaotic, and full of little moments (which I completely adore) and thus the use of smoke, because little moments disappear so quickly but the remnants remain with you forevermore, and that’s as much of an explanation as my mind can conjure, which for me at the very least, composes the introduction to this series!

And now to move on to the main substance of this post - much like the ingredients of a perfect dish, the parts are still a work in progress, so bear with me whilst I work out which to include and how to structure it

 (And come up with working titles for each section, which is part of the fun!)

A Glimpse Through Time - little bits about me and what I’ve been up to this week

This week marked the end of a chapter, a very important one, because I completed (some may say survived, barely) my final three papers and today was my final day of academic normalcy - everything from here-on-out is completely and utterly unknown - no more Lit, Bio, and Chem to worry about for the summer at least, which is very, very daunting but I did it, I made it through and hopefully my work paid off - we shall see in a few months time, but i’m not ready to think about that yet - Having to say goodbye to the people who have taught me for the past few years was difficult but I made it through with no tears, a few hugs and cards written, which was lovely, truly, and I’m grateful for every minute of it.

Other than completing the final obstacle toward the free-fall that Is adulthood (I say that as though the feat isn’t impressive, because it sure would be to me two years ago), only a few things have happened this week:

(I’m making this a list because who doesn’t adore lists? Perhaps only me, but that’s more than okay)

Stuff Your Kindle Day was yesterday, and my poor, poor kindle has to suffer with the acquisition of 50-odd books (I haven’t dared to count past that, and it was my first actual SYK day despite owning a kindle for 9 years), and I have no idea if it has the storage for it, so that’ll be fun to work through

I made a bet to watch star-wars, now of course i’ve seen most of it (movie-wise, definitely, and 3/4 of mandalorian minus s3 because let’s face it, I’m as behind on that as I am with Witcher, which is soon to be rectified but anyway redirecting back to Star Wars) but very little of the shows and it’s been so long I hardly remember the plots and such, which I’m very much looking forward to re-experiencing for the first “proper-ish” time - so I’m starting with Solo, then steadily working my way through ANH, ESB, ROTJ, Mando S1, Mando S2, Boba Fett, Mando S3, TFA, TLJ, TROS, TPM, AOTC, Clone wars (movie and plot-vital eps, I was given a list), ROTS, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka - all of this in exchange for my friend to watch The Boys (I’m going to rewatch it all, then finally see Gen V, hopefully in time before S4 ends and I can watch the last few eps as they come out, like I did with S3)

I decided I want to go on a trip over summer, just me, which is frankly terrifying but I’m really excited - I’m thinking of Bath, possibly, because the Jane Austen Museum is there (Persuasion is the love of my life and i’ve only read it twice, I also need to read more than simply that and Pride and Prejudice) and a few doors down is Mary Shelley’s Museum too! It’s a trip that’s doable in a day, by train, which is pretty perfect for my first solo excursion - so bear with me since that’s in the works

To end this list I’m slipping in a note about a brief-exchange that my delusional mind brands rom-com noteworthy (only it’s not, unless it maybe is? i’ll leave that to the reader to decide), I gifted my chemistry lab-partner a chocolate bar and a note of gratitude because it’s down to him that I survived the practicals (only kidding, I’m not THAT dangerous, but we were the most successful pair in the class which was pretty awesome), and enjoyed the chem course even more than I thought I would - and on the final day (today, insert anxious and clueless screaming because it feels far, far too soon for everything to be over) on the way out, he gifted me something in return - I never thought a chocolate bar would make me want to cry and giggle at the same time, but there you go (part of me prays he will not notice the existence of my Tumblr, but it’s possible, and if he ever reads this - I am so, so, sorry, but either way my appreciation is known, and that’s good enough for me, and he’s very, very sweet)

Now, what else is there to include in this section? Oh, I know! The nightmare that is the vast variety of things that entertain me - cough, slightly melodramatic of me, but you’ll see what I mean momentarily,

Books - I’m roughly 120 pages into the Wheel of Time, which I already know will become my LOTR (assuming that is an actual phrase and not something my brain has made up, which is highly likely regardless - it’s also a slight reference to Ready Player One, since Kira reread LOTR every single year), because who doesn’t love danger, fantasy, and a delicious almost undecipherable prophecy? If I don’t re-read this book every year I will be incredibly, incredibly surprised. Fighting sleep one night this week I sought out my kindle, which had been sorely unused these last couple years, and I started to read Interview With The Vampire, and I’ve spent a couple hours reading it today, I’m about 25% in according to Kindle stats, so I’ll see how it goes. Surprisingly though, I stumbled across Perks of Being A Wallflower on Kindle Unlimited today - and 5 hours later, with a couple of breaks scattered between, I finished it, about twenty minutes before writing this section - and let me tell you, that book was a LOT, but a good lot? i suppose? And I’m glad I finally got around to reading it - It’s also given me the urge to reread All The Bright Places which I read for the first time last summer, and it’s beautiful, and so, so good,

Shows - Seeing as it’s the weekend I’m making my way through Dexter, I’m currently 3/4 through S4 and loving it, it’s INSANE, I’m also watching Shameless US, I’m on S6 and it’s actually baffling me how much I’m enjoying it (Lip is my favourite character, and this season HURTS me with how much it hurts him, mild spoiler possibly? apologies if so), I’m also going to start rewatching the Boys as aforementioned, seeing the dark side of superheroes is so incredibly genius, if not disturbing, and there’s plenty of that in the show to look forward to experiencing again, so wish me luck dear reader,

Music - I listen to a LOT. That’s the honest truth. Lots of genres, lots of people, but I’ll try and pick out some of the things I’ve been listening to this week: Outlander S1&2 Soundtrack (I’ve only seen up to s2, and after reading the first book last month it was perfect timing for exam season), Like That by Bea Miller (I rediscovered this recently and it fits so well with the characters in my head, and even though I haven’t been writing lately, believe me, I’ve been plotting), Trouble by Camylio (it reminds me of the main characters in my currently not fully-written book, as in the work I need to complete/redraft after I finish Ruin’s Reprisal), Ludens by Bring Me The Horizon (does this song really need an explanation? It’s just that good) and finally, to finish off this little list of things that I’ve hearing a lot this week, The Other Side by Stephen Sanchez, which is so so good

Spills From The Ink-Pot - writing, writing, and more writing

Seeing as it’s Friday, and today is the start of my lengthy, well-needed summer, there’s not an awful lot I can tell you all for writing progress, but so far this weekend I did manage to re-read the chapter I’m editing and the progress I’ve made in it so far, which was super helpful, and by the end of this weekend hopefully I’ll have that chapter all finished, and then afterwards have a lot more to share with you all next week!

But to make up for my absence from writeblr and being unable to post anything these last few weeks, I’ll add this in:

Just a little glimpse into my workspace/theme/whatever you wish to call it on Scrivener - that's right, I'm a Scrivener girlie, and I'm so glad I invested in it last May (take part in NaNoWriMo camps folks, you get 50% off, which is what I did, aka £25 for permanent use as opposed to £50, which is still really good compared to Word etc, in my opinion) - and a sneak peek at some of my Chapter Titles, which I really do love coming up with,

(if it's blurry I do apologise, but you get the gist, hopefully)

Incase it’s not obvious, this account was written in parts, over the course of Friday and Saturday (11pm today, roughly), since I lost the battle against exhaustion and fell asleep before I could finish compiling this lengthy post (that’s not a complaint, i’m really enjoying writing this) so I’m finishing this very first post a tad later than initially planned, but these things happen, and that’s all right - you’ll also notice my battle with autocorrect and its capitalisation, sometimes I win, sometimes I lose, but I’d rather not go back and correct things this late at night, so apologies for that slight blunder but I promise the next post will be all properly formatted with headers and capitals (as soon as I figure out how to include headers, and make them, hopefully trusty procreate comes in handy, but we shall see)

So that’s it! The very first Written In Smoke is completed, compiled and heading your way - I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it, this is unknown territory for me and it feels as though I’m baring another piece of myself to the world, but it’s worth it, I knew it when this began, and I know it now as I write these last few lines, so if you’ve read this far - thank you, and I’ll see you all next week for the next entry in this series!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

p.s. if there’s anything else you’d like to know about, let me know! suggestions are greatly appreciated (cough, somewhat desperately needed because I have no idea what I’m doing)

p. p. s. being the utter genius I am, I pressed save as draft rather than post, so this is coming out even later than originally planned - whoops!

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whenever you have the time and energy to, could you be so kind as to give us more Luke headcanons? 🥺

You ask and I deliver, anon!🩵

Not all of these turned out as light hearted as I wanted them to be and I accidentally made myself sad while writing, whooops

Hopefully you'll like them anyways😅

• I often think about that one scene at the beginning of ANH where Luke is playing with the little model of a space ship

• and it makes me sad because he never grew up to be an adventurous pilot 

• at this point he might have been nineteen already but his life still held much of the simplicity of a child's

• his dream was simple and clear and in his mind a connection to a father, his uncle and aunt told him about, one he never met

• yet it was taken away alongside the innocence he used to have 

• I think Luke had to say goodbye to that part of him a long time ago 

• and despite this he can't help the sadness that comes with being occasionally reminded of what once was 

• who he once was and what could have been

• he sees himself in the child pretending to pilot a quick ship among the stars and in the teenager excited for his first flight lesson 

• yes, he learned to accept his losses, to live with them, to make his peace even

• deep down though he wants that little star ship model back 

• he imagines it'd look nice on his window sill or on one of his shelves 

• he'd let his students play with it, or use it do demonstrate a lesson 

• and maybe, when he can be sure that nobody is around, he'd make it fly again 

• Luke Skywalker is terrifiying when angry 

• luckily it's not easy getting him to that point 

• he's not usually one to get angry in the first place, instead he'll hit you with "I'm not angry, I'm disappointed in you"

• alternatively you'll be the target of snide remarks, we know he's good at that

• make him frustrated, let him be annoyed, he will cool off quickly enough 

• especially when it comes to you or others dear to him 

• he will overcome his stubbornness and make amends should an argument or disagreement go on for too long 

• you don't want to come face to face with him once someone went too far though 

• even if you are on his side I imagine there's no way around the very uneasy feeling developing in your gut when he finally snaps 

• think of the scene in Jabba's palace, for example, and the delivery of "this is the last mistake you will ever make"

• on the outside he's seemingly calm, he's not shouting or raging and doesn't seriously fight back while being led away

• but look closely and you see how his eyes are blazing, how they are fixated on Jabba like he's marking a target 

• even worse, he's smiling 

• if I'd be there to witness something likes this I'd worry he had gone insane

• in these moments everyone remembers what his father had become and ehat he'd be capable of if he wanted to, if he let himself 

• you can see there's a certain wildness and recklessness awakening in him 

• he is ready to go down, to destroy himself with the villain if it means stopping him 

• the scenario plays out differently when his anger is directed at you

• of course there will be no threats involved, no shouting and no unhinged smiles 

• instead he grows rigid and his face turns almost stone like with the exception of a sternly furrowed brow 

• no matter how tall you are, he'll seem to tower above you, his gaze boring into yours and straight into your soul 

• his demeanor will turn your insides to ice and make your heart jump into your throat  

• pleading and apologizing will get you nowhere 

• even your tears won't soften him

• if there's something left to say he will do so in short clipped sentences, leaving no room for any arguments 

• he will keep his distance then, whatever you did to get him to this point is not something he'll forgive as easily as your occasional bickering 

• he'll need time for himself and make it clear he does not wish for you to be around any longer 

• if you work together and coming into contact is inevitable he won't refuse interaction

• though every moment spent in his intimidating presence will be incredibly hard on you 

• if he eventually wishes to talk through what happened with you, it will happen when he deems the time to be right

• he will approach you on his own terms

• before that you won't be able to get close to him again 

• because of his connection to the Force I imagine Luke's attention drifting off from time to time 

• not in direct conversation or important moments but maybe during political meetings in which he takes on solely representative roles 

• there's only so much he can handle and while he is able to look deeply interested on the outside, his mind can be galaxies away

• should someone notice and try to put him on the spot they won't succeed 

• he always has a fitting answer ready that immediately removes the wind from their sails 

• and begrudgingly they have to content themselves with the thought that Luke surely has his reason for seeming absentminded from time to time 

• he's a Jedi, so who knows what important businesses he's sorting through while also partaking in this meeting 

• while that IS sometimes the case, more often it's not 

• he just tends to be really easily distracted 

• imagine all these people in a big room high up over other buildings on Coruscant 

• one moment Luke is listening, the next he notices a person/a droid outside cleaning the windows 

• I see him going "oh noooo what are they doing, this is so dangerous!", momentarily forgetting about the fact that being himself comes with an even shorter life expectancy 

• if someone were able to listen in on his thoughts (Leia most likely), they'd tell him that blowing up the Death Star is way worse and he has no reason to worry

• Luke worries anyways, it's more interesting than listening to politicians drone on endlessly too, and suddenly he feels responsible for their well being 

• even if he returns his attention to the conversation at hand, part of him keeps concentrating on the workers outside just to make sure none of them fall

• in one of my previous headcanon posts I said that I don't think Luke would be a good dancer 

• hear me out because I have more thoughts on this topic 

• first of all I was strictly talking about ballroom/latin dancing 

• of course if he were to take lessons he'd be able to do decently in every variation of it too, it's just that I think it's not something he'd necessarily WANT to do 

• (he'll do it for you if that's what you wish)

• it's not something that comes to him as easily and naturally as piloting for example 

• also I just love the idea of him and Han hiding in really cramped and dark broom closets or maintenance shafts to avoid being lectured by Leia on why they really REALLY need to take their lessons seriously 

• it's a matter of good representation! If they rudicoul themselves it will make her look stupid as well!

• (really, I just want to see the og trio in sitcom settings)

• dancing at a club or party is a different thing, he'd definitely enjoy that more 

• like, it's obvious the talent is there it's clear he's having a good time 

• still his movements look kind of messy 

• it's so cute to watch him have fun though and also strangely motivating, to a point where many want to join him 

• now traditional folk dances? Sign him the fuck up 

• no matter the culture or even the species, he's immediately able to nail all of their routines and movements without practice 

• just let him look on for a few minutes and he'll go off, every step memorized perfectly