#words from lyss

[andmakeithome]

love in our pockets, made these memories ours

And there they are, the three of them: Goose and Carole absolutely glowing, heads tipped together, and Maverick tucked in the corner, startled grin on his face. “Here,” Carole says, startling him out of his reverie and pressing the photo into his hand, squeezing his arm again. “A reminder of the people you’ll always have in your corner. And don’t you go doubting it, now. This is proof.” or: Three little moments spread out over the years. Each tie back to Maverick's photo collection.

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finally time to share our pieces from @topgunzine !! this project was an absolute blast to work on and mod and I'm so incredibly happy I got to help put it all together!! thank you to all of our contributors and to all who supported this project; hope y'all enjoy! 💜

[joelsdagger]

let it flow | frankie morales x f!reader

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pairing: sub!frankie x f!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 4.4k (i think something possessed me bc this was originally 1k lmao) summary: you start a new form of birth control which has many side effects but frankie takes advantage of one side effect in particular. warnings: canon divergent, established relationship (reader and frankie are married), sub!frankie, soft dom!reader, body worship, pet names, nipple play, mommy kink, lactation kink, mutual masturbation , praise kink, pre-ejaculation, overstimulation, cumplay, cum eating, fluff.  No use of Y/N. No physical descriptions of reader. um i think that’s it? *scratches neck* disclaimer: this is literally for shits and giggles bc a friend and i were talking about sub!frankie having a lactation kink, but we weren’t feeling the whole pregnancy trope so i found a loophole hehe. after extensive research, i found that certain types of birth control that include progestin *can* increase lactation as well as breast enlargement and tenderness, so i tweaked this specifically for the purpose of this fic. i don’t study medicine so some of this isn’t 100% accurate so if anything is wrong just remember this is just for horny fun and i changed some things to fit what i was going for. if this piece is not for you, that’s cool, obviously not everyone is gonna be into the same stuff but please just move along and let everyone else enjoy the fun.

a/n: thank you for all the love on my first fic i was so incredibly nervous about it but yall have been so so kind. technically, i told myself i would post this friday for frankie friday, but the longer shit stays in my drafts the more i start to hate it and the urge to scrape everything grows too strong lol. this one is for kat and lyss who gave me this idea and then we screamed about it til 1am. shout out to @skrunkly-scrimblo and @papurgaatika for beta’ing and literally always saving me bc i can never read my fics from start to finish so they always come thru during the editing process. and shout out to my pinterest QUEEN, @aurasjournal, for helping me with the visuals. thanks for reading i hope you like it <3 super cute divider by @saradika

You’re staring back at yourself in the foggy mirror of your bathroom, assessing your breasts, they’re full, heavy and they ache. This is the fourth day in a row of feeling the consequences of your new birth control and the pain has only gotten worse. “The shit we do….fuckin’ birth control,” you mumble under your breath. 

You had switched to a different form of birth control earlier in the week, the IUD route wasn’t working out so well for you. For starters, the pain of getting the IUD implanted was unbelievably excruciating and on top of that, you had ParaGard (the copper IUD) implanted which didn’t have hormones so you were still getting your period. Your periods were heavy and painful and you have been seeking an alternative solution to stop them completely. At your last visit with your gynecologist, you both agreed to switch you over to taking birth control pills. 

Your physician had informed you that the pill form was a progestin-only contraceptive that would decrease the bleeding during your menstrual cycle or possibly get rid of it completely if you skipped the placebo pills on the last week of your pack. There was one not-so-tiny problem, you were not told that being on the pill would make your tits swell and you sure as hell didn’t know the damn pill would make you lactate. 

Earlier today you practically sobbed to your doctor on the phone. 

“Doc, sorry to be blunt but my tits fucking hurt,” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes. At this point, the pain had become unbearable.

“That’s pretty normal hun, it’s a common side effect for some women. As I told you on Monday, the use of a hormonal birth control that contains progestin can increase the likelihood of producing breast milk even if you aren’t pregnant. It’s your hormones adjusting to the pill and it’s going to take your body three to four months to adjust,” your doctor explained.

‘Wait three to four months,” you shout, "Doc, you didn’t mention anything about that. What the hell am I supposed to do?” you ask rashly.

Your doctor hesitates, “Well, we could go back to the copper IUD but then-”

“Then, I’d get my period yeah absolutely not,” you frantically cut her off.

“We could book you to come back in and try another route but I’m booked until the end of the month,” she suggests. 

“Of course you are, you’re like the only nice physician in the office, everyone wants to see you,” you laugh bitterly.

“There is something else that may help until we can see you in the office...many women have said that it helps,” she says.

You cross an arm around your chest, wincing slightly as your arm presses tightly against your chest, before dropping your arm back down at your side, “Okay…what is it?”

“You could massage them or have your husband stimulate your nipples,” she says nonchalantly. 

“Stimulate my nipples?” you hesitate, your eyes widening at her suggestion. 

“Yes, have him use his fingers or-”

“You’re not serious?”

Your doctor chuckles at your curiosity, “Yes, nipple stimulation and other sensual activities, can trigger and release the hormone, oxytocin, commonly referred to as the love hormone. Once oxytocin is triggered, your hormone levels are boosted and then it increases arousal and stress relief. Once it's released into the bloodstream, it helps alleviate breast tenderness and breast pain as well assisting with the flow of breast milk so yes, it’ll help.” she says pointedly.

You stare ahead, wide eyed and mouth agape. What the hell are you supposed to say to that?

“Look honey, many women have come in and told me directly that it helps, believe it or not, it even helps induce labor, but that’s beside the point, many women have been in your position and they have reported that it works. So at least try this out, and see how it makes you feel, just until we can get you an appointment and have you come in and then we can try something else. Alright?” she asks. 

“Yeah alright, thanks again Doc,” you huff, your hand rubs at your temple before dragging it down your face. 

“No problem hun, keep me updated through the portal,” she says. 

“Will do,” you hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch. 

That was six hours ago and now you’re standing in your bathroom as you wait for the bathtub to fill up. You read online that heat therapy could reduce some of the pain. While your husband was at work, you sprawled yourself out across the couch with a heating pad on your chest. It managed to ease the pain for a bit until the set timer turned the heating pad off and the second you stood up, the pain worsened again. 

To be honest, you’re a little embarrassed to bring it up to Frankie. It's not like Frankie won’t want to do it, he’d be very interested but what the hell are you supposed to say to him. Hey honey, my tits hurt and they’re leaking breast milk. Can you play with them a little so they feel better? He loves to engage in a little titty appreciation but this is a whole different ball game. You really aren’t in the mood to have this conversation with Frankie tonight, unsure of how he would react and possibly causing a bigger issue. 

You can hear the TV through the bathroom door, Frankie is watching some game. But when he hears you croak out in pain when you remove your bra, hands clutching at your swollen breasts, he moves lightning fast towards the bathroom door. 

“Querida, are you alright in there?” he asks through the door, his hand wrapped around the door handle.

You bite down on your lip, sighing before you finally bite the bullet and admit what’s going on. You crack open the door just enough so he can hear you better. 

“It’s-,” You let out another exhausted sigh as you rub your temple, feeling your cheeks warm.

“Remember, a few days ago, I went to my gynecologist and we decided to switch birth control methods?” He nods, eyes full of concern. 

“The pills are making my hormones go crazy and they’re making my tits swell and well…” you pull the door open to gesture towards your breasts. “I’m like a fucking pregnant woman but without the damn pregnancy,” you grumble. 

You immediately clock the worry on his face but Frankie can’t help the fact that he is practically salivating when he looks down at your tits. You notice his jaw slacken, his lips part as he takes in the curve of your breasts, they have grown a noticeable difference in size. You hear him inhale sharply when his stare drops to your nipples, dark and swollen. 

Suddenly feeling a little shy under the intensity of his gaze, you bring a hand up to cover your breasts, he inhales once again before speaking, yet you speak before he does, “It’s fine, apparently a bath will help, and I’ve got the water running. I’ll be out in a few minutes babe,” you press, a tight smile on your face. 

You see it all over his face, he wants to help but he doesn’t know how. His big, deep brown eyes filled with worry. “Okay baby, I’ll give you some privacy. I’ll be in the bedroom if you need anything,” he says quietly, eyebrows still raised. You can sense the uneasiness in his body language but he doesn’t press the subject. 

You thank him and shut the door, hearing him step back towards the bed. You slip off your panties and toss them into the hamper, then step into the hot water, sighing as you dip beneath the water.

After a few short minutes, you slowly bring your hands up to cup your breasts, experimentally kneading them. You press your hands more firmly and you bite down on your lip as you try to muffle a quiet moan. Huh. It does help. You continue toying with them until the water is no longer warm and your fingers become pruny. 

Dragging yourself out of the water and stepping out of the tub, you pull the plug out, the water spinning through the drain. Leisurely, you dry yourself off, pull a thin white tank top over your head, and drag a clean pair of blue lace panties over your legs. 

As you open the door to let the steam out of the bathroom, you grab your fuzzy robe from the hook behind the door, wrap it around your damp body, and head into the bedroom to catch the rest of the game with your husband. 

Yet, to your surprise, you find the TV off and instead see Frankie sitting up in bed, one hand tucked behind his head and the other holding his phone as he squints at the screen. 

You chuckle as you walk over to your nightstand. “Thought you were supposed to be wearing your glasses?” You tease, your lips forming into a smile.  

“I look dorky with ‘em, ‘sides I don’t need them right now,” he mimics your tone and turns his head to watch as you pump some of your cocoa butter body lotion into your hand and work it into your skin.  

“So, I did some googling,” he starts, a sly smirk creeping up onto his face as he continues, “It said…messaging them and sucking on them would help.” His eyes are still on the bare parts of your damp skin, completely enamored by how your skin looks in the dim light of your bedroom. 

You tense, hands freezing, streaks of lotion yet to be fully rubbed into your skin, “Baby, that’s ridiculous,” you laugh him off. 

“No, I’m serious look,” Frankie sits up and moves across the bed, holding out his phone for you to read the article he was studying beforehand.

“I don’t know about this Frankie,” you shake your head, frowning while you avert your eyes from his. 

“Come here,” smirking devilishly as he brings his hands up to your arms, pulling you towards the bed. 

“Frankie–” you scoff, playfully rolling your eyes at him. 

He tilts his head up to look up at you with those big brown eyes that you often find difficult turning down. “Trust me,” his hands rubbing up and down your arms soothingly.  

“You know I do, Frankie, the hell did I marry you for,” you tease, you sneak your hands behind his neck and interlock your fingers as you lean down and press a soft kiss to his head.   

“Then c’mere, let me help,” he whispers and it sounds more like a plea. He’s pulling you down onto the bed, guiding you to sit up against the pillows. His hands find your robe, untying the knot in the soft belt across your waist. You lean forward slightly while he pulls your robe off slowly,  his eyes watching your face, searching for any indication to stop but he doesn’t find any. 

He tosses the robe behind him on the bed as he leans down over you, nudging your legs open as he settles himself between your legs. He brings his hands back up to the thin material of your tank top, cupping your tender breasts in his large hands. 

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, fuck–, so pretty baby,” he babbles lowly, goosebumps erupt on your skin, even after years of being married to him he still knows exactly what to say to make you feel so desirable. 

He gently squeezes your breasts, his thumb sweeps over your nipple back and forth, you whine softly as your hands find his hair, burying your fingers in his curls. It hurts but it’s pleasurable, the pressure he’s using feels better than what you were doing earlier in the bath. 

Frankie pinches your covered nipples between his rough fingers, hardening under his touch, you hiss when he tweaks them tightly, Frankie pauses, his eyes meet yours for a moment, “it’s okay–feels good, keep going,” you whisper to him. 

He brings his mouth down to one of your nipples and sucks it through the material with his other hand still fondling your other nipple. “Fuck– that feels good Frankie,” you moan, he whimpers lowly and feels his cock twitch in his boxers. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth falls open and he hollows his cheeks, sucking harder around your nipple. 

His mouth lets go of your breast, you look down to see the wet patch that formed over your peaked-covered nipple before he hastily pulls the tank top over your head, tossing it onto the floor, Frankie lets out a shameless groan when his eyes hungrily lock on your bare chest like a missile to a target. 

He leans in closer, his mouth hovering over your breast. You feel the warmth of his breath over your breast, a tingling sensation sneaks down your body. His hot mouth closes around your pebbled nipple. 

“Shit, Frankie,” you arch further into his mouth, and he moans and his tongue flicks up against your peaked nipple, and then he bites down softly, his eyes open, looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Frankie feels a slight warm gush fill his mouth, his eyes slip closed, whimpering around the bud. 

You tug on Frankie’s hair, pulling his mouth away from you, your stomach twisting at his reaction when he feels the gush of liquid filling his mouth. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that would happen-”

“Baby, hey, it’s okay. I was just surprised-” 

“No I know, it’s just gross,” you frown, feeling the pang of embarrassment in your belly.

“It’s not–it’s not gross. I–I liked it,” Frankie says sheepishly. 

“Really?” you ask softly. 

He laughs lightly and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth then another just below your jaw. His beard scraping along your skin as he places wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck, all the way down past your collarbones until he reaches the valley of your breasts once again.

“Relax baby, I got ya,” he whispers against your skin.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your head falls back against the headboard, and your hand comes up to the nape of his neck, petting at his long brown curls. He ducks down to bring his mouth to your nipple, he parts his lips around the bud, his tongue circling around the bud a few times, licking at your nipple, he closes his lips and sucks softly before tugging it between his teeth, he hums around it, making you grasp at the sheets beneath you, a low ache building in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s it baby boy,” you say softly, petting his hair. You open your eyes when you feel him press his cock against your leg, his cock stirring in his boxers at your praise. 

He’s loving this, loves the taste of you and loves how good he’s making you feel. 

His hand palms your other breast, squeezing and kneading the meat of your tit, beads of milk collecting at the peak. He takes your nipple in between his calloused fingers and pinches it harder between his index and middle finger, the milk pours out from the bud down his hand and onto his forearm. 

Frankie feels the warm liquid on his arm, his mouth letting go of your breast, his pupils full of lust never leaving your face as he lifts his left hand up and licks a long slow, thick stripe from his forearm up his hand. Your mouth falls open and your chest heaves at the sight. 

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” he groans, his eyes closing at the taste of you. His cock twitches against your leg, now painfully hard in his boxers. 

He dips his head back down and licks up the milk leaking down your torso up to your nipple. He moans once his hot mouth latches around the stiff peak and his tongue swirls around it. He laps up the warm white liquid he’s sucking out of your breast. “There you go baby, just like that,” you sigh, closing your eyes and your head falls back against the headboard. 

One of his knees perches onto your leg, he grinds his cock against the meat of your thigh, he moans deeply, his fingers digging into the flesh of your breasts. “So, needy for me huh, baby boy,” you tut, gripping firmly onto his soft curls. 

He whines quietly, and unbeknownst to Frankie, he starts rutting his hard length against your leg in slow, shallow thrusts, you feel a rumble of a moan in his throat around your nipple. At the sudden movement, your head snaps up to see your husband getting himself off against your body, his teeth sinking into your breast. 

You’ve never seen him like this before, he’s insatiable and relentless and it makes your pussy pulse and clench around nothing. 

“Ohhh that’s it– good boy Frankie,” you moan breathlessly, feeling him suck harder on your breast with a deep groan.

You grab at Frankie’s hair again, your hand combs his hair back while tugging at his hair, gently pulling his head back and he whines loudly when you pull his mouth away from your breast. You catch a glistening sheen on his lips when you direct his head to your other breast. 

Your eyes meet his dark, blown out pupils as your thumb rubs his cheek down to the corner of his mouth. You thumb the bottom of his plump, soft lip, wiping the milk off of his mouth. Your thumb slips between his lips and you whisper, “Who’s my good boy?” 

He shivers beneath your touch, “I am,” he murmurs softly, his head resting down on your chest once again. Your hand cradles his head and you move your hand down along his head to cup his face.

You watch your husband’s eyes shut as he closes his mouth around your nipple and continues suckling from your breast, “Fuck– Frankie, keep going,” you pant into his hair, your hands still toying with his curls, eliciting another whine from him. 

He shifts and begins fucking himself into the mattress once again, seeking any type of friction possible. 

Watching your husband getting himself off to your body sends a sharp, hot spark of arousal down your spine straight to your core, your pussy throbbing and your panties now wet and sticky with your slick. 

You smirk and bring your lips down to his ear, whispering the word that you know lights a fire within him.  “You’re making mommy feel so good baby,” and Frankie whimpers, his mouth swallowing your breast whole, his hips grinding down faster into the mattress. 

“That’s it, baby, atta boy, such a good boy for mommy,” you coo into his ear. Frankie lets out a high-pitched whine, his hips stuttering and groaning when he feels himself spilling out all over the inside of his boxers. Your mouth falls open, your eyes wide as you stare at him, realizing he just came simply from putting his mouth on you. 

His hips shudder, occasionally jerking erratically, his legs shaking uncontrollably as he hisses from overstimulation, you continue whispering praises into his ears. 

While his mouth works on relieving your breast you take matters into your own hands, bringing your fingers down to your neglected cunt. You press your fingers into your covered slit, feeling the wetness of your pussy through the material before pushing your panties to the side. You move your fingers to your throbbing clit, circling eagerly while his tongue swirls over your nipple. 

He bites down on the bud a little more harshly, feeling another gush of warm liquid in his mouth, “tastes so good mi corozòn,” he whimpers against your breast, closing his eyes while his teeth nip at the wet bud. 

Feeling a cooling wetness from his eyes seeping onto your breast, you briefly look down to find tears stinging his eyes from the pleasure, the teeth marks on your nipples, your skin all wet and red from his mouth. 

He continues sucking at your breast, licking up the sweet taste of you into his mouth and moaning around your nipple, savoring the taste. 

You slip your fingers into your wet heat with a moan. “So good, Frankie, ohhh– you’re doing so well for mommy,” you gasp out while grinding your hips up into your own hand.  He whimpers, his cock twitches, throbbing lightly against the mattress, he’s getting hard just from hearing that word once again. 

Your other hand roughly tugs on Frankie’s soft locks, pushing his head further into you, swallowing more of your breast into his mouth. 

Frankie was too far gone to notice, but you realize he’s grinding himself into the bed once again, still moaning and whimpering into your tender flesh. You thrust your fingers into your pussy, timing them to Frankie’s thrusts into the bed, the wet squelch from your fingers thrusting in and out obscenely echoes in your bedroom. 

“That’s perfect, Frankie— don– don’t stop…shit. I’m so close–” You curl your fingers inside yourself, petting at the spongy spot deep inside while his teeth nip and lick and suck at your tit. 

You shout Frankie’s name as your back arches off the bed, legs shaking around Frankie’s body when your orgasm finally sweeps over you. 

He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, moving fast to sit up and back on his knees, his hands making quick work of pulling off his underwear. His cock bobs up against the soft swell of his stomach. He hisses when he wraps a large hand around the girth and he thumbs the wide blunt of his tip smearing the beads of pearly white dribbling out from the slit. 

Your tongue pokes out, licking your bottom lip before biting down on the flesh. Your hands massage your breasts, your fingers pinching your erect, sensitive nipples under Frankie’s fucked out gaze. 

Desperately, he fists his cock over your figure. “Come, baby. Be a good boy and come for mommy,” you order him while staring into his eyes, dark and dilated, his mouth hanging open as he strokes his cock. 

Your low voice and your words are all he needs to bring him over the edge. The thrusting of his hips gets more erratic as he jacks his cock tighter in his hand and increases the pace, the wet, lewd slap from his strokes gets louder, his whimpers and pants filling the otherwise quiet room. 

“There you go, atta boy, give it to me Frankie, let it out," you encourage him softly. 

Your eyes watch the muscles in his soft belly tighten and his thighs tensing up, his moans growing louder and louder and louder, his eyes roll back into his head, “Fuck– mami,” a long drawn out, agonizing groan slipping past his lips, you watch as his cock twitches in his hand, his hips stammer as long, thick, warm ropes of cum paint your stomach. 

“That’s it baby, just like that, you did so good. So good Frankie,” you murmur. He opens his eyes and looks back down at you, still catching his breath while he watches the last of his cum spill onto your swollen breasts, he groans seeing the marks he’s left on your skin. Your tits are covered in splotches of red and teeth marks from his mouth, his come and the milk from your breasts leaking down your chest and onto your stomach. 

His hair is a mess, his pupils are blown out, he looks completely in a haze, utterly fucked out. You smirk up at him and click your tongue, “You made such a mess on mommy, Frankie.” 

His cheeks warm, the redness creeping down his neck and chest, he’s embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, his hand scratching the back of his neck.  

You move your fingers down your stomach, gathering his cum onto your fingers, “Don’t get shy on me now, come here my love,” your other hand reaches for him.

He crawls up towards your side, you slip a coated finger into your mouth and you close your eyes and hum. Frankie curses quietly to himself, seeing your pearly-covered finger slipping into your mouth and back out devoid of sheen. 

You bring a finger up to his mouth, your fingertip pressing against his lips, “open,” you order. You take advantage of his jaw slackening, sticking your glossy finger into his mouth and his lips close around your digit. You feel his tongue flatten underneath your finger then swirls it around your finger as he sucks it clean, he closes his eyes, his brows furrow, and he moans at the salty taste. 

“See, I keep telling you, you taste good, sweetheart,” you smile down at him, tucking a single brown lock behind his ear. 

“You did so good for me baby, made me feel so good,” you tell him while holding his patchy-bearded face. He chuckles timidly before pressing his lips to yours, licking behind your teeth, tasting himself in your mouth and mumbles a faint I love you against your lips.  

Frankie pecks your lips again before sitting up and walking over to the bathroom. You hear him flick the light on and the tap turning on and off while your eyes drift shut. You feel the warm wet rag dragging across your tummy and your tits, and then down between your folds as he cleans you up with tenderness. 

You open your eyes again when you hear him pad off towards the bathroom once more, watching him toss the washcloth back in the bathroom before he tucks himself into your side and nuzzles his face into the valley of your breasts, the coarse hairs of his beard tickling your skin.  

Frankie’s low voice breaks the comfortable silence, “Next time it hurts, you tell me cariño, ‘m more than happy to do that again,” he says shyly, feeling the smile on his face against your chest.

You fail to suppress your giggle, “Yeah, you enjoyed yourself didn’t you, sweet boy?” Your fingers run through his long soft brown curls, your fingertips grazing down his neck, a hint of sweat at the end of his hair along the back of his neck. 

“Mhm,” he hums, and you grin into his hair, pressing your lips to his messy curls, your eyelids heavy with sleep. He feels your fingers still, Frankie tilts his head to look up at you, “Don’t fall asleep yet, we’re not done mi vida, I still need to make you come again.”

[skywlker-sluvtt]

Both His Sabers <3

Anakin x Fem!Reader

A/N: Omg Lyss actually posting something? I'm still struggling with motivation but I managed a straight porn piece for you guys. Is this logically possible and safe? Probably not, but it's really hot so idc. I also hope yall enjoy my corny ass title I couldn't think of anything better. This is for the anon that requested it a while ago <3

Ani catches you playing with his saber and uses it for more than a Jedi probably should.

Warnings: double penetration, masturbation (f), perv ani, dirty talk, anal, pussy slapping, one singular face slap, poorly edited, lmk if there's anymore :)

Word Count: 1.4k

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Biting into your pillow did nothing to prevent the pretty noises falling from your lips. Anakin could hear them from the bathroom. He only left you to have a shower and thought you’d have enough self-control to wait, he was clearly wrong. An erotic moan escaped your lips as you continued to grind your clit against the hilt of Anakin’s lightsaber. Every ridge and bump on it felt divine against your touch-starved pussy.

The thought of the rough handle of the weapon on your pussy was too sexy to ignore so you stole it while he showered. Now you lay on your stomach humping your needy little clit on it. “Ah-ah” You sighed into the pillow right on the edge of your climax, while Anakin secretly watched from the door. His cock became immediately hard seeing his weapon wedged between those soft thighs.

Anakin watched like a pervert, finding it more entertaining to observe you like this. Comparing it to his personal holo-porn. “Ani” You whispered turning onto your back and dragging the weapon toward your hole. He watched the way you bit your lip with excitement and slipped your fingers inside that tight pussy to open yourself for the hilt. Drawn moans left your mouth as you arched your back with anticipation at what you wanted to do.

Lifting his hand from his crotch Anakin gently sent waves toward you through the force with a simple flick of his wrist. Gentle shivers ran across your thigh and you groaned adding a third finger to your heat. Lewd noises filled the room as you continued to finger your wet cunt licking over the roughness of Anakin’s lightsaber with hunger. Treating the object like his cock you continued to push it down your throat with loud whimpers. Anakin’s eyes almost rolled back watching you act like a slut.

Once feeling loose enough you gradually dragged his weapon toward your pussy and attempted to slip the object inside and you whined in frustration as it slipped from your grip. “Need help?” Anakin asked. “Yeah,” You groaned not missing a beat. It didn’t overly embarrass you due to the fact Anakin had done much worse with you, you assumed your pervert of a husband would enjoy this as much as you had been.

He pulled the object from you with force and admired the wetness of drool and cum you’d left all over it. “My dirty little Schutta” Anakin teased settling between your thighs. “You’re so sick in the head, you liked watching didn’t you?” You whispered. “Kriff yeah I did” Anakin replied spanking your pussy unexpectedly. You jolted and gasped, your pussy clenched around nothing causing Anakin’s mouth to water even more. Watching your pussy gyrate was mesmerising as he slapped your pussy a few more times for his own pleasure.

“Fuck Ani! Stop teasing!” You demanded slapping his cheek causing him to hiss and get even harder. “Demanding slut aren’t you?” He scoffed roughly adding three of his dexterous fingers into your pussy with a grin. “Yeah, Ani right fucking there” You growled as he took the saber back into his grip positioning it against your dripping entrance. He was completely mesmerised, biting down on his tongue in focus as he buried his weapon deep into your cunt.

The stretch was immaculate, a throbbing settled between your legs as the rough edges stretched you with no mercy. A delicious pain ran throughout your body causing you to buck your hips in approval. “Look how stretched out I’ve got you, baby you look like a pathetic whore” He told you kissing your knee as he thrust it in and out of your pussy, admiring the way your little hole gripped it with such force. Spreading your legs further you bucked your hips with a whine.

“Fuck Ani, p-put that big cock in my ass” You gasped out and his gaze became even deeper. “I like how you think just like me, that’s why I fucking love you” He smirked licking a wet stripe up your cheek and leaving a sloppy kiss on your forehead. Opening your mouth as a signal for his he granted you that pleasure, kissing you like a starved man. The wet noises that filled the room were truly pornographic. Anakin sometimes could imagine how many credits you’d make showing your gorgeous pussy online.

“Ready for my cock?” He questioned positioning himself between your thighs and harshly spreading them apart leaving the lightsaber motionless inside your wide-stretched hole. “Fuck Anakin need it” You whined waiting for him to finish coating his thick cock in saliva. “Think I trained your ass well enough to take my cock on its own? No fingers?” He asked tracing the innards of your thigh. “Mhm yes sir! I can take it all” You demanded. “That’s what I like to hear from my whore” Anakin praised pressing the head of his cock into your ass. With a loud gasp, you let him enter fisting the sheets as he continued to stuff you with his length.

“Good fuck doll” Anakin cooed as he filled your ass with his cock. He nudged the tool deeper into your pussy as he created a rhythm between brutally fucking your ass and pushing his lightsaber into your pussy. “You’re such a dirty cum dump, I bet you w-wish my lightsaber was another cock don’t you? I bet a dirty cunt like you would love to have a few men fuck you” He whispered, the filthy words turning you into a throbbing mess beneath him. “I would!” You hiccuped trying to concentrate on both Anakin and the pleasure filling your veins.

You gripped his biceps tighter, fingernails digging into the firm flesh of his arms surely leaving crescent moons across them. “Fucking mark me baby” He groaned trying to concentrate on his own thrusts and the lightsabers. A loud whine left his lips as he fucked into you at a desperate pace. Being stuffed full made you cry out in pleasure. You could feel how perfectly they grazed your most sensitive areas creating a balance of pleasure and delectable pain to flow through you.

With a loud gasp, your thighs began to tremble and Anakin smirked knowing how close you were. “Cum, cum on my saber baby. Get that pretty cream all over it” He whimpered resisting the urge to climax too soon. You opened you’re mouth to speak and only moans escape. “I-I know just cum, don’t think” He encouraged. Pushing against his thrusts you made a desperate attempt to bring your orgasm sooner. Reaching down you rubbed your clit in tight circles. “Fuck Ani!” You shouted arching your back into him.

The pulsating orgasm ripped through you. Causing waves of pleasure to clash over you turning you into a pretty mess beneath Anakin. Feeling you clench around his cock and his lightsaber he let go as well. Grunting into your shoulder with a bite, leaving teeth marks for the next morning. He continued to work you through your orgasm and his own, coating your ass with his hot cum. “That’s a good good girl” He whispered pressing a few open mouth kisses along your shoulder.

Both of you were reduced to sweaty panting messes in each other's arms. Anakin pressed a soft kiss against your forehead and took the saber back into his grip. “Gonna take it out sweetheart” He whispered. You hummed contently as he removed both himself and his weapon from your holes and you whimpered feeling the emptiness. He chuckled and ran his fingers down your side admiring the cum leaking from your ass and your beautifully swollen pussy.

“You’re so gorgeous” Anakin hummed. You sighed and he grinned once more at your exhausted yet beautiful state. He always found you looked prettiest after sex, all sweaty and messy because of him. “Let me take care of you” Anakin whispered. “Please” You replied admiring how delicious he looked right now.

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the fall of the mountain [a.thompson x reader]

prompt: the pressure of being a pro gets to alyssa and her way of expressing that comes out more aggressive than it should. good thing you are here for her.

author notes: had to write something for my #2 wifey in the uswnt, so thank you to the person who asked for alyssa angst+comfort and fuck you to tumblr for making me delete that ask. hope y'all enjoy this!

alyssa's hands are clenching tightly on the steering wheel as she drives. you can see her poking her tongue though her cheek which is one of her many habits when she is stressed. you two just came from an angel city game with alyssa obviously being a starter for the game and you being there to help a seasoned journalist to cover the game. it was apart of your internship to help out and edit sports pieces.

the game didn't go the way angel city wanted with the portland thorns beating them six to four. you can just see the wheels spinning in alyssa's head about what she could have done to prevent the win; why she couldn't find another opportunity to secure a goal.

"we can stop and get takeout if you want? my treat," you say quietly. testing the waters to see how badly your girlfriend was feeling. she is silent for a moment until y'all reach a red light, looking over at you. "i don't really care so.." she shrugs before going back to focusing on the road. her words are so nonchalant and cold. they make you frown, but you hold out on asking her about her feelings for when you two reach her apartment.

the interaction settling in your mind as you press the chinese food place number and hold up the phone to your ear.

after getting the food, arriving at alyssa's place, and eating the food, your girlfriend still hasn't said more than two words to you. thank you is the only thing she said once you paid and got the food earlier.

the silence from her is starting to get concerning, so you decide it's time for you to get a peek into her mind.

"lyss, can you just talk to me?" you say as you place a hand on her leg. she's sitting beside you on the couch and all her attention is focused on whatever netflix show is playing on the tv. the american player moves away from your touch, giving you a quick glance. "talk to you about what?" alyssa murmurs.

"you know what. the game, how you're feeling, why you're being so cold to me..." you try to scoot closer to her, but once again she moves away. that annoys you so much that you sigh heavily.

"there is nothing to talk about," alyssa replies. the lack of expression sitting on her face doesn't her eyes. you can see the regret and sadness swirling around in her eyes. seeing her so closed off makes you feel so frustrated. not with her, but more with the unknown reason she is feeling that way that she isn't telling you. "obviously it is if you are acting like this" you snap at her. the words come out before you could even think.

alyssa stands before glaring at you, "acting like what? you're mad at me because i won't talk to you about the game? this isn't some press conference, so honestly i don't have to tell you shit!"

you are taken back by her words, standing up to meet her face to face. "i'm not asking from a reporter standpoint. i'm asking as your girlfriend cause you know partners tell each other things instead of acting all moody like a toddler!" you shout back at her. half of the words you say you don't even mean but being treated like you basically don't exist since the game isn't helping you act rational.

alyssa and you go back & forth for several more minutes. each sentence said being a shot at the other. the loss of the game is weighing down on alyssa's mind as she voices out all her anger at you and you aren't being much better. giving back your girlfriend just as much aggression.

"you wouldn't understand anything about what i have to go through. you're just some college student right now and i'm out here playing infront of thousands of people, it's not the same!" she says before finally storming out of the living room and down the hall to her bedroom. you still stand in the living room not even sure of what to do. the heat of the moment cools down and finally you realize how shitty what just happened was. you and alyssa just had a bad argument right after a game loss that you knew alyssa was feeling bad about it.

you walk around the couch to go to the counter, grabbing the keys to alyssa's car and leaving out of the door. on your way to buy a few things to make up for the argument. hopefully alyssa is ready to apologize too when you come back

when you come back to the apartment it's around ten. a small bouquet of flowers along with alyssa's favorite candy are in your hands as you walk inside and close the door shut with your body. you slip your shoes off before walking to alyssa's bedroom. the only sound in the apartment being the tv that was left on from earlier and your footsteps.

the door to the bedroom is slightly left open so it's easy for you to just walk in. frowning once you see alyssa laying under her blankets, a vanilla scented candle burning on her desk. that's the only light in the room as you walk inside. sitting down beside her.

"lyss?" you say softly as you look at her. she is still not facing you, but you can tell she is awake.

"hm?" she mumbles.

"can you face me, baby?"

the american player turns over, letting out a small smile as she spots the goodies in your hands. you sit down the candy on the bed before giving her the bouquet of tulips. "thank you..." alyssa says softly as she accepts the flowers. turning back around to set them aside on the nightstand before coming back to face you. instead of laying down, she sits up so you two are actually at the same face level.

you decide to apologize first, "i'm sorry for snapping at you and all the things i said while we were arguing. i didn't mean any of it, i was just so frustrated you were closing yourself off to me."

alyssa sighs heavily before speaking, "no, i'm the one who should be sorry. you were right when you said we are supposed to tell each other our problems. i didn't mean not one thing i said, you aren't just some college student. you're going places, y/n.." she looks at you to see how you are reacting before continuing, "it's just.. i feel like i don't deserve any of this. i couldn't even help get another goal in the net."

hearing the loathing in alyssa's tone makes you pull her close. all the feelings that have been building up in alyssa's chest since the end of the match spill out as she lets the tears that have been waiting in her eyes out. you rub gentle circles on her back as she cries into your shoulder.

"i was the number one pick from the draft, but it doesn't feel like it. sometimes i feel like i don't play like it. than it's not just games, but we have press conferences after and i have to sit in a chair with a bunch of reporters asking questions that i feel too tired to even answer. it's just all too much," she says into your shoulder. you stay silent, just letting her get everything out. in that moment you realize just how different the amount of pressure is on you compared to alyssa. when she fails, there are hundreds of eyes that follow. when you fail, it's your own personal hurdle.

you two just enjoy the embrace of one another for a few more moments with alyssa still sniffling a bit. once you hear her go silent, you pull back just enough to look at her. the american player just tries to lean back onto you, but you keep her away.

you hold her face in your hands, looking at the tear stains on that gorgeous face of hers. "you know you're a great player, baby. everyone else can see it too, that's why you were the number one pick right out of highschool and that's why you were called up for the national team. that's why people expect so much from you," you chuckle as alyssa starts to let out a shy smile. "however that doesn't mean you have to hold all this weight on your shoulders. i'm here for you, your teammates are here for you, and your family is too. everything is a team effort, lyss, so don't ever blame just yourself" you let go of her face before pulling her back into your arms.

she laughs into your shoulder as she holds onto you. "now i feel like that argument was so stupid," alyssa says.

"i mean duh but something good came out of it so it's whatever" you say back. alyssa pulls you down onto the pillows and you happily let her. smiling as she nuzzles up to your neck. "yeah.. well, that was too much crying for one day. i'm sleepy.." she mumbles, seemly already half asleep. you don't realize how exhausted you are until alyssa mentions her own sleepiness, so you just fall silent and let yourself drift off to sleep too.

[wrathkitty]

Short Debts Make Long Friends - birthday edition!

SD turns three two today! Have an easter egg.

Oh, this is much worse

“What happened?” Din demands. You appear no worse for wear, but your smile seems oddly…manic?

“Aha! The prodigal husband returns!”

A sinking feeling invites itself into Din’s stomach and starts setting up headquarters. He knows that voice.

“It’s Mr. Satyyr!” you chirp as Din slowly angles himself between you and the jug-eared proprietor that has just appeared in the stockroom doorway. “From Mos Eisley, remember?”

Oh, he remembers. 

Mr. Satyyr graciously executes a quick, overly-unctuous bow. 

“Welcome to Huttson News!” he crows exuberantly. “I’m starting a franchise.”

“Eleanor, get your backpack,” Din instructs. “We’re leaving.” 

In his periphery, he sees Mr. Satyyr send him a sour look. Personally, Din doesn’t like the warning tone he’d heard in his voice either, but if playing the role of overbearing spouse is what’s required to be able to leave, then he’ll walk you through the Mandalorian marriage vows right now. 

“I have her scheduled to work the afternoon shift for the remainder of the week,” the shopkeeper testily informs him.

Din ignores him, too busy studying your face. He doesn’t remember your eyes being this dark…

Frowning, he increases the magnification on his visor. 

Goddamn it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask defensively, noticing his scrutiny.

He wordlessly unholsters his blaster and aims it at the shopkeeper.

“What did you do her?” 

“This is a respectable establishment, sir!” Mr. Satyyr exclaims, affronted, as if he isn’t staring down the barrel of an IB-94 blaster pistol. “Kindly put your weapon away!”

“He can’t,” you helpfully pipe up, “He’s covered in them.”

“What,” Din repeats, now speaking through clenched teeth, “Did you do to her?”

“Nothing, other than offer hydration and gainful employment," the man huffs. 

“Hey, guys,” you interject, “could y’all use quieter words? My juice is trying to sleep.” You point to the glass bottle sitting out on the counter — the hydration, Din surmises. It is half-empty and filled with a pale pink, crystalline liquid.

The sinking feeling in his stomach sends a jaunty wave to its good old friend, dread. 

“What are you drinking?”

“Snapple,” you reply, and belligerently unscrew the top to take a deliberate gulp. 

“My dear, where did you get that?” 

Din tears his gaze away from you. Mr. Satyyr’s relentlessly effusive demeanor suddenly appears to have developed a crack in its armor. 

“The refrigerated case in the back,” you answer. “Where you keep the things you said weren’t ChiggerBurgers.”

“Ah. Yes. I see. I meant the other case. Not to worry, just a simple mixup…”

Din gingerly extracts the bottle from your hand and takes a cautious sniff. The unmistakable scent of high-proof alcohol  burns the back of his throat, along with notes of – 

His eyes fly accusingly to Mr. Satyyr. 

“This is fire spice.” You might as well have been drinking high-octane rocket fuel spiked with a chaser of barrel-aged spotchka. 

“Oh, this is much worse,” the proprietor muses thoughtfully, still observing you. “It’s whitefire. The good stuff.”

You look at both of their faces and blanch. 

“Oh, God. This doesn’t have sex pollen in it, does it?” 

Link to main fic: Short Debts Make Long Friends - An overeducated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

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Flight of the Night | Chapter 5

A/N: Enjoy the last part of this scene.

Word count: 1.3K

“What’s your story, then?” Cassian says with a jerk of his chin in Feyre’s direction.

She straightens. “I was born to a wealthy merchant family, with two older sisters and parents who only cared about their money and social standing. My mother died when I was eight; my father lost his fortune years later. He sold everything to pay off his debts, moved us into a hovel, and didn’t bother to find work while he let us slowly starve for years. I was fourteen when the last of the money ran out, along with the food. He wouldn’t work—couldn’t, because the debtors came and shattered his leg in front of us. So I went into the forest and taught myself to hunt. And I kept us all alive, if not near starvation at times, for five years. Until…everything happened.”

I sit back in my seat, letting the words sink in. She was so young, younger than I was while enduring a vaguely similar situation. Teaching herself to survive. A new-found respect for this young fae finds its way into my mind, she already had my respect after what I heard from Rhys, but this…she has earned our respect twice-over.

“You taught yourself to hunt. What about to fight?” Cassian breaks the silence as he braces his hands on the table. “Lucky for you, you’ve just found yourself a teacher.”

A small smile graces my lips. Cassian might be a born leader, but he’s such a passionate teacher as well. He’d do good teaching more than the odd apprentice once in a few hundred years.

“You don’t think it sends a bad message if people see me learning to fight—using weapons?” I almost scoff at Feyre’s words. Damn the Spring Court and their old ways of thinking. No female should be denied the chance to learn how to use her body to defend herself or others.

Mor’s voice is venomous enough to make me look at her. “Let me tell you two things. As someone who has perhaps been in your shoes before.” She continues as Feyre takes in the atmosphere in the room. “One, you have left the Spring Court. If that does not send a message, for good or bad, then your training will not, either. Two,” a flat hand is placed on the table, “I once lived in a place where the opinion of others mattered. It suffocated me, nearly broke me. So you’ll understand me, Feyre, when I say that I know what you feel, and I know what they tried to do to you, and that with enough courage, you can say to hell with a reputation.” Feyre’s eyes lift to mine as I nod at her. She needs to understand that no one will judge here, we all have our pasts, and we will all heal. “You do what you love, what you need.”

I see her consider, the way her eyes move away from Mor’s to stare at the table. Gears turning in that pretty little head of hers. She lifts her gaze to Cassian’s, “I’ll think about it.”

“Let me know if you need some help, oh mighty warrior.” I wink at Cassian, but it is Azriel that responds.

“No novice wants your help in combat, Lyss, you are brutal.” I pout at the statement, even more so as Cassian nods in agreement.

My hand raises to my heart, and a grin starts cracking through my innocent facade. “You wound me, Az.”

Feyre suddenly states to Rhys, “I accept your offer—to work with you. To earn my keep. And help with Hybern in whatever way I can.”

I raise my eyebrows in surprise, where did this come from?

“Good,” he merely replies. “Because we start tomorrow.”

I raise my eyebrows, while Feyre sputters. “Where? And what?”

Rhys interlaces his fingers and I recognise the more formal stature, we’re talking business now. “Because the King of Hybern is indeed about to launch a war, and he wants to resurrect Jurian to do it.”

My gaze snaps to Azriel, seeing him observing a very still Amren. When? When has he figured this out?

“Bullshit,” Cassian spits. “There’s no way to do that.”

Mor groans, “Why would the king want to resurrect Jurian? He was so odious. All he liked to do was talk about himself.”

“That’s what I want to find out,” Rhysand says in return. “And how the king plans to do it.”

“Word will have reached him about Feyre’s Making. He knows it’s possible for the dead to be remade.” Amren contributes her thoughts.

“All seven High Lords would have to agree to that,” Mor counters. “There’s not a chance it happens.”

“If there’s one way, there is bound to be another way.” I say in response.

Mor continues after nodding at me, “All the slaughtering—the massacres at temples. You think it’s tied to this?”

“I know it’s tied to this. I didn’t want to tell you until I knew for certain. But Azriel confirmed that they’d raided the memorial in Sangravah three days ago. They’re looking for something—or found it.” Azriel nods in confirmation and shrugs at Mor when she looks at him.

“That—that’s why the ring and the finger bone vanished after Amarantha died. For this. But who…” Feyre breathes out. “They never caught the Attor, did they?” I shiver at the dread in her voice, another creature she had to face while still human. I can almost feel her pain.

“No. No, they didn’t.” Rhys says quietly, as if not to scare her off. He turns to Amren, “How does one take an eye and a finger bone and make it into a man again? And how do we stop it?”

Amren frowns. “You already know how to find the answer. Go to the Prison. Talk to the Bone Carver.”

I suck in a breath and I hear Cassian and Mor utter in unison. “Shit.”

“Perhaps you would be more effective, Amren.” Rhys says calmly, cornering a beast.

Amren only hisses back, “I will not set foot in the Prison, Rhysand, and you know it. So go yourself, or send one of these dogs to do it for you.” Cassian grins back, earning a snap of Amren teeth in return.

Azriel shakes his head at the two. “I’ll go with Lyssa. The Prison sentries know me—what I am. And he likes Lyssa’s gifts.” I clench my teeth as he avoids my gaze, he knows I don’t like being volunteered for something I don’t trust. And the Bone Carver it ranked quite high on that list.

“If anyone’s going to the Prison,” Rhys says before I can deny Azriel’s proposal, “it’s me. And Feyre.”

“What?” Mor demands, hitting her palms flat on the table, leaning her weight on them.

“He won’t talk to Rhys,” Amren says to us, “or to Azriel. Or to any of us. He might like the gifts Lyssa leaves him, but we’ve got nothing to offer him. An immortal with a mortal soul however…” She stares at Feyre. “The Bone Carver might be willing indeed to talk to her.”

All of our gazes turn to the young immortal in question, assessing her next move.

“Your choice, Feyre” Rhys says casually. And I believe him, if she says no, we’ll find another way. We will all try.

“How bad can it be?” Her response shows she has no idea what she’s up against in this immortal world.

“Bad,” Cassian only says.

A/N: Let me know what you thought in the comments! If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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[jawritter]

So this is a little different…

but could you maybe show soldier boy being a gentleman for once with his gf and can she be pregnant? and maybe make it smutty

I like that name...

Warning: Smut, unprotected smut, pregnancy, Soldier Boy being unnaturally fluffly. SPN Easter Egg, because if the boys can do it so I can lol. 

Pairing:  Soldier Boy x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 421

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Ben lifted her leg a little higher, supporting most of her weight as he rolled his hips into her, groaning loudly as he buried his head in her shoulder, and her fingers brushed through his hair. She was so glad he’d decided to keep it longer than she remembered, and he loved her to play with it too, especially when he was having a bad day, which since they’d moved out to the country and away from everyone else, had become fewer and farther in between. 

“Is this okay? I’m not hurting you or the baby am I?” he asked for the thousandth time since they’d started, ever mindful of the growing bump that was her stomach. 

“I’m fine Ben I promise,” she shivered as he pressed deeper into her, keeping himself buried inside of her, hitting those places only he’d ever been able to reach, huffing as she ran her nails down his board, muscular chest as her pussy started to quiver around him, and his own hips started to falter, sending them both careening over the edge together. 

When he’d finally rolled himself to her side, pulling her as close to him as he thought safe to do, he nuzzled his face into her hair, peppering her with little kisses, lacing his fingers with her own over her stomach. 

This was it for him. This is what he’d always wanted. If he had to do it all over again, he’d do it the same, and wouldn’t change a thing, as long as it brought him right back here, with her in his arms, and his baby growing healthy in her belly. In a house that he owned in the land he’d fought and served for. Safe. Loved. Content. 

“What do you think it’s gonna be?” She asked, and he hummed, kissing her temple as he settled them down lower into the mess of covers on the bed. 

“Think it’s a boy,” he murmured, his deep, smooth voice sending a shiver down her spine, and she hummed in equal contentment. 

“If it’s a boy, what do you think we should name him?” She questioned, turning in his arms just enough to see his sparkling green eyes staring back at her so full of love and devotion. 

“Hmm,” he thought for a moment, his brow scrunched slightly in concentration. He was too damn cute for his own good sometimes, or maybe that was just the hormones talking. 

“Dean, Dean’s a good, strong name. I like Dean.”

“Okay, then Dean it is.”

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[thethreeeyed-raven]

she will not marry me pt.3

navigation | warnings : no speech | a/n : sorry if this is crap i genuinely didn’t know what to write for this but there was asks for part three, there will be no part four to this | tags : @fangsp1der-2099 , @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @knight-of-flowerss , @bonekichis , @shegoswhoree , @lord-lyss , @stevesthetics , @theendofthematerialgworl

↞ part one | ↞ part two

Eloise didn't expect herself to say yes to an offer of courting. She didn't expect herself to say yes to an offer of courting from a Prince.

Her family was even more surprised than Eloise. All her life she insisted she would never marry, nevermind court.

Violet was overjoyed, another one of her daughters was going to marry. Of course Eloise had to keep telling her mother they weren't going to marry.

Lady Whistledown's papers arrived in the morning, everyone enraptured by the anonymous writers' thoughts.

Queen Charlotte read them with intense concentration, a beautiful smile gracing her lips as she finished. She'd never felt more proud of her nephew.

You and Eloise enjoyed visiting each other a lot. Picnics were quite frequent.

Eloise talked and you listened, you now know of her dream to be a famous writer, but of how hard that would be to achieve. You encouraged her with your kind words.

Eloise felt comfortable with you, and she would possibly consider marriage with you.

Now you were convinced she would marry you.

[66sharkteeth]

Weekly thoughts! Ep 164.

Yet again there's not much to say about this ep other than reiterating Lyss isn't gonna die.

I have more to say about the behinds the scenes this ep than the actual ep this week. This ep was def a uh... Filler? Episode? That's probably not the word, because it's not like there was irrelevant side plot. But it was very much just written to show characters getting from point A to B. There was an entire deleted scene in this episode where some blank hunters meet them at the bridge and Jay intervenes and escorts them to the meeting place. It was a shame to cut it (especially bc it was gonna be Rex and Jay reuniting), but this was actually the first ep I drew on my new computer after my last one died. I had to get used to an entire new version of Photoshop as well as basically rebuild a ton of assets I lost from scratch. Including that scene was going to add maybe 30 panels to the episode, and honestly I hadn't made any money since my computer died and desperately needed to get some eps in.

So basically, I let myself sacrifice the quality of this one episode for the sake of both budget and just...giving me a break as I got used to an entire new computer and system. I have some other stuff coming up to make up for cutting Jay though! For the like...couple of people who really like him haha.

Btw, thank you once again to everyone who donated or pledged while I was gathering funds for my computer. Ik I always say this series wouldn't be possible w/o you guys, but i REALLY mean it w/ this ep. i can't thank my readers enough for helping me out during that really desperate time.

[valentiyne]

love song ❀ luke hemmings

ExBf!Luke Hemmings x Fem!Reader Summary: Liquor, Karaoke, and Mixed feelings. Warnings: Swearing & No Happy Ending Word Count: 1.5k (not proofread) Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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"What the fuck even is a dive bar?"

"According to Google, it's typically a small drinking establishment with cheap ass drinks", Alyssa giggles softly, holding her phone up to show me the screen before proceeding, "It may also feature dim lighting, neon signs, and loads of hot guys"

"It definitely does not say that last part, Lyss", Letting out a breathless loud, I follow close behind her as she leads us hand-in-hand towards the queue for the bar.

"Okay Okay, it doesn't but that doesn't mean it's not true", she nudges me softly with her shoulder before slinging her purse around, fumbling around with it before pulling out our IDs.

"I don't even want to be here, how did you manage to drag me here." I groan dramatically, looking up at the bouncer with pleading eyes.

"Y/n, you've been cooped up in the house since you and Lu-", The bouncer thankfully cuts her off by handing our IDs back with a grumble.

It wasn't unusual for us two to be spending a Saturday night at some cheap bar, the excuse being it was the only day off we shared.

We were let in pretty quickly, taking note of all the decor loosely hung up and the small crowd of people near the bar.

"Fuck it's hot in here, let's grab something to drink ya?", Alyssa exclaims, touching her forehead to earn a giggle from me.

"You don't have to tell me twice", We both walk, arms interlinked, through the maze of people at the bar. Once a few steps away, she lets go of my arm to nudge herself in between two guys to order herself something. I follow her lead, positioning myself behind a man and squeezing up towards him.

Just as I manage to step right behind him, he quickly turns around and takes a step forward- our bodies colliding and his drink spilling forward and down my shirt.

"Shit- I'm sorry. Are you alright?" I'm met with apologetic green eyes peering down at me and I let out a breathless laugh.

"I haven't even been here 15 seconds and I already have to go home", I shout over the music, tugging at the shirt to keep the cold material from clinging to my skin.

The guy sets the empty cup on a trash can and grasps his hands onto my shoulder, leading me through the maze of people and towards a less crowded corner.

"I feel horrible, I'm sorry!", he apologizes again, looking down to see the ruined shirt I now wore proudly.

"It's okay, don't worry about it. I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that-"

"What? No! I shouldn't have spun around so fast- I was waiting to order for so long and as soon as I got my drink-", Rambling on, the guy runs his hand through his hair and I nod in return.

He points to the makeshift stage behind us, "Do you know who's playing tonight?" I give a mere shrug and begin fanning at my shirt, hoping it will dry in enough time to meet back up with Alyssa.

"Heard it's some shitty band- bar picked it out", He laughs now and walks towards a small table in front of the stage, motioning for me to sit with him. I sit in front of him, facing the stage as his back is turned towards it. We both attempt small talk, pretending I don't see Alyssa sitting behind us rolling her eyes at every misogynistic comment the guy before me makes.

The lights begin to dim, allowing us to snap our attention to the stage as a few strobe lights turn on. I can hear the familiar sound of "Love Song" by the Cure begins and I cringe to myself. I could feel the recognizable pain in the back of my throat and the excruciating knot in my chest as I watched a familiar set of four bodies waltz across the stage, dressed in all silk and latex. I tore my eyes from the sight and back down at my "date" in front of me with a fake smile.

"Get a load of these idiots," He scoffs and points behind his shoulder as my idiots wrap their instruments around themselves, Ashton clicking his drumsticks against each other.

I looked back up and locked eyes with heaven.

His blue eyes looked back at me with a devilish smirk, his guitar resting against his stomach as he played the first chords of the song.

"Whenever I'm alone with you", Calum's voice began, his fingers working the strings on his bass.

"You make me feel like I'm fucking home again," Luke's voice rasps out, picking up the next verse on his own.

I could feel Alyssa's eyes burning into the back of my head, mentally picturing her with her hands up to her mouth in shock.

The boy's foreheads glistened as they sang the song, Luke's grip on the mic was so tight that his knuckles were turning different shades. I cover my eyes in embarrassment, pretending I was swallowed up by the earth and was no longer in present time.

I was tempted to cover my eyes the rest of the night as Luke walked towards the edge of the stage, wrapping the chord from the microphone around his wrists. He used his free hand to slick his hair back and lean forward, his eyes locked on mine for a moment before I was the one to tear my eyes away.

"How ever far away," Calum starts, his bass loud enough to cause the room to vibrate. The small crowd was cheering at the boys- something I knew they weren't used to seeing. They sold out shows every other week, but here they are playing in a small bar that I just so happened was at.

"I will always love you."

The words wrapped around my head, over and over as I abruptly stood up and walked away from the table.

"I will always love you."

I pushed my way through the crowd of people, whose aroma was filling the air with arousal and liquor. Scurrying my way down the dark hallway, I pushed against the bathroom door and let out a shaky breath.

The door opens behind me, making my stomach drop and nerves shake. My head snaps to the door, semi-relieved once I spot him. His eyes landed on mine, his head barely around the door as he freezes and reads my startled look.

"It's just me", He states the obvious, his hands up defensively as he enters.

"I know, that's why I'm startled", I nervously laugh and turn back towards the mirror.

The silence is almost deafening, the occasional drip from the faucet in front of me and the muffled music down the hall. The lights in the bathroom made me feel nauseous, the blue hue making my head spin as I try and focus on the man in front of me now.

"Why are you here, Luke."

He lets the door close fully before clearing his throat, "I'm preforming... And you ran out before we finished-"

"No why are you in here." I rephrase.

He gives a puzzled look before putting it together in his head, "I didn't know you moved on so fast", His words are jumbled as he speaks as fast as he can.

I wanted to laugh, maybe it would soothe his nerves but instead I turn to face him now.

"That guy? No he's a total douche- started the night by spilling a drink on me and then proceeded to call you guys a bunch of idiots"

His face softens, almost in complete relief before he quirks an eyebrow at me. "The only person in the world who can call the band a bunch of idiots is you." He takes a cautious step forward, his hand reaching out to grab mine.

My hand recoils quickly, pulling it up defensively with a frown, "Luke we can't do this again, we can't chase each other hoping for this time to be different than the other hundred chances", I sigh and look up at the ceiling. The lighting in the bathroom made me nauseous, the blue hue was sickening.

"I know, I just think we should tr-"

"Y/n?" Alyssa's voice rang out from the other side of the door, knocking a few times.

"I should go," I start, shrugging softly while I adjust my shirt on my body. He nods in return, motioning for me to walk in front of him.

A small part of me wanted him to tell me not to go, and to actually fight for us. Unfortunately, I think we are well past that.

"I hope you get everything you want and more, Luke.", I start while swinging the door open to reveal a shocked Alyssa on the other side, "And I hope I'm not around to see it."

[missmaywemeetagain]

Miles to Go Before I Sleep--a Scarf Exclusive 🌺💙🧣

A ✨minor miracle✨ happened, and I was able to finally write something somewhat cohesive for the first time in what feels like forever...

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TW: references to period-related health, diet/ED, and drug issues, mentions of Dr. Nick, passing mention of Jack, Elvis' temper and how that brings up some things for Reader, cussing, baby talk, and of course a smidge of smutty smut 💋

Sneak Peek:

Very early morning, January 14th, 1973

This is bad, you think, buzzing with worry.

When you arrive in the dressing room, your heart pounds erratically in your chest, and not just from the massive, ground-breaking concert you just performed in or the roaring crowd in the arena. No, it’s when you look at your husband and see he’s looking through you, not at you. To be fair, he is distracted by the towel lobbed over his shoulders and the Mafia circling him with congratulations and pats on the back. Telling yourself that’s all it is, you snake your way through the guys and to his side.

“Elvis. Elvis, honey?” you whisper at him, trying not to yank on his bejeweled American Eagle suit with too much force. It was already heavy enough before he spent a few hours sweating in it, and now you guess it’s ten pounds heavier by the way it sticks to him and weighs him down.

“Hmmm?” he murmurs back at you, then finally seems to register your presence. “Oh, here’s my girl.” He squeezes you into his side and for the slightest moment you feel reassured, but the hug feels superficial and weak compared to how he once embraced you so tight you thought he’d never let you go.

He’s usually wired and riding high after a performance by this point. Instead, he seems exhausted and uncharacteristically out of it.

The itch inside you to pull him away and ask if he’s okay is so strong it makes your fingers tingle. You know doing such a thing now could perhaps hurt his ego, so you bite your tongue for the moment. But the way he lets you go and seemingly brushes you off has you grinding your teeth.

Stepping away, you tear off your own suit jacket, throwing it over a chair back and roasting from the inside out, even though it’s monumentally cooler in here than it was under all those lights on stage. Worry and brewing anger will do that.

The guys are sycophantically praising Elvis’ performance, and he nods along, not quite absorbing the words based on his blank expression. Perhaps you are just exhausted yourself because usually you would be singing his praises, too, but you know deep down it wasn’t his best show and that there is something fundamentally off about him.

He sinks down onto the sofa and a sense of relief washes through you. But you still feel on guard and uneasy. Maybe it’s the way Dr. Nick lingers in the corner, talking to Joe...

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[andmakeithome]

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"C'mon. Back to bed."

"It's the middle of the afternoon."

"And you were about to pass out."

"Your point? We're supposed to meet Carole and Bradley for dinner, we can't—"

"We can and we will. I'll set an alarm. A cat nap will help keep you alert, Mitchell, come on."

“Ice—”

“You nearly crashed, Maverick," he snaps. His voice quiets then, almost a rasp: "Please.”

[ressioo]

Alright @lyss-butterscotch

You wanted my sunstone headcanons? Oh I'll give you headcanons.

- Piddles basically falls apart at touch. The man is extremely touch starved because he refuses to be physically affectionate with the local group (because he's Pebbles). As such so much as insinuating physical affection with him causes him to become flustered.

- Suns is completely weak to words of affirmation, nicknames and the like. Basically words in general, in part due to the fact that they're shit at them. Pebbles called them cool (in much more eloquent language) once and they couldn't get a grip for the whole cycle.

- The whole worship thing. Mmm. (Thank you shkika 🙏) Okay so imagine. The being you've put on such a high pedestal that you look upon them as a god actually worships you in return. Not only that, but they're capable of making mistakes.

And then imagine thinking you're ruining this otherwise perfect being because they're making said mistakes cause of you.

- The 'darling bug' nickname came before the maze pearl interaction. Because Suns is Suns and you can't trust them to think things through, they used bugs as an analogy. Now Pebbles associates the nickname with that, which contributes to them drifting apart slightly till CC pearl bs.

- In contrast the 'my sun' nickname is tied to the worship thing and serves as a reminder that Piddles needs to stop with being unhealthy about this relationship <3

- As a little extra gutpunch, i tend to imagine Pebs trying to tell himself that he doesn't feel anything towards Suns during the break up that is Spears pearl delivery. Yknow. Out loud for Suns to hear :)

Au things now

- The blind rot pebs one. Its connected with the piece with rotted Pebs in Suns' lap. Pebbles is getting absolutely ravaged by rot and Suns can only watch on in horror. Eventually he becomes just barely concious, with the Rot eating away at his neurons and taking over his puppet.

Mini food for thought: alt ver where Suns gets rot from Pebbles cause they wont stop holding him in sone vain hope that it'll make it easier for Pebs. Well done now you're both suffering <3

[waybacks-swag-awards]

THE SWAG AWARDS HAVE OFFICIALLY COME TO AN END!

Finally, after a week of the toughest battles of your entire lives, it is finally decided on which Iterators have the most Swag! The most Blorbo…ness! And the most… Scrunkliness…? And etcetera! Without further ado, the winners of this competition are…

Hope For Bountiful Harvests (and his silly little dog, the Envoy) from @hopeforbountifulasks! My condolences! Huh, what, that’s the wrong—? Um, cheers, man! Thank you so much for being here with us! Tell your friends about what a great time you had here!

One Backward Step from @stepbystepback! Congratulations! Thank you so much for participating, we hope you had a good time! Come back soon! Huh? We’re not going to—?

A special thanks to the ones who made it to the final round — Pieces Of Memories from @pieces-of-memories and Endless Skies from @vivid-endlessskies! Thank you both for participating as well, hopefully you still enjoyed it even if you didn’t win!

And now, a final word from my manager!

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hello. it’s me, cream, the evil mastermind behind this whole thing. i really hope everyone had fun with this whole competition — i know it wasn’t very thought out in some places and that some things could’ve been done better, and it was my first time even trying to do anything like this, but Fuck It, We Ball. either way, at least for me, this event has brought a lot of joy and excitement, and i hope i’m not the only one!!!

so… it’s over! wow! the Swaggiest, Blorboest, Scrunkliest and etcetera iterators have been chosen…………………… but that was never the point of the Swag Awards, was it? sure, half the reason this event was created in the first place was to goof around and find out which iterator oc people are most obsessed with, but the actual reason was to bring everyone together, to shoutout smaller artists, to give everyone a chance. so if during this competition you’ve managed to find a cool new artist (or maybe even a new inspiration), a new favorite character, or if you’ve managed to meet someone new and make a friend or two — that means this competition has fulfilled its purpose! yippee!!! that’s all i could’ve ever asked for!

a very special thanks to all my friends who have enabled me throughout all of this, and to specifically @lyss-butterscotch for being the Main Enabler(tm) and drawing so much amazing stuff for the competition, even tho she didn’t have to!!! so go check her out!

i think that’s all i really wanted to say. once again, thank you everyone so much, and i hope you all enjoyed this silly little thing. if there is a next time, i’ll see you there, and if there isn’t, thank god & i’m never seeing any of you again. i’m going to hell after this post

[andejoe]

It was a day like any other. I got up and got ready for my shift. I was on time today. Nice.

I went and sat down for breakfast. I finished faster than usual, and it was a bit quieter, but I wasn’t sure why.

I went to my station and it clicked why everything went so smoothly today. My roommate was missing. I turned to go find her.

“Chlo, where are you going?” Lyss asked.

I turned to my overseer. “I’m going to find Didi. She’s missing.”

Lyss looked away, glancing at the others who all paused in their tasks. He looked back towards me. “Did no one tell you?”

I tilted my head in confusion. “Tell me what?”

Lyss motioned for me to come closer. Everyone else went back to their jobs. I followed Lyss to a quiet corner.

“Didi isn’t scheduled to work today. It’s the anniversary of her sister’s death.”

“Didi had a sister?” I didn’t know that.

“She doesn’t talk about it. It’s too painful for her still. It’s only been three years,” Lyss replied.

“So Didi is mourning? Then, I must go to her. I cannot allow her to mourn alone.”

“Chlo, Didi doesn’t like company on this day.”

I ignored Lyss’ warning. “What humans like and what they need are often two different things. She didn’t let me go through the Gothorian sickness alone, I will not let her go through this alone.”

“Alright, you are excused from work today.”

I searched the ship for my roommate and friend. Didi was good at hiding, but this was no game. I had to find her.

I did eventually find her. She’d managed to cram herself behind a loose panel in the ship’s storage bay, setting up a small shrine in the barely six foot gap.

I didn’t make myself known yet. I was stunned. My friend was shaking, sobbing violently, muttering words I couldn’t make out. I’d never seen her so, broken. I didn’t even know humans could be broken.

“Didi?”

She didn’t respond, but she did silence herself.

“Didi, I’m here.” I moved closer, crouching low to kneel next to her.

She didn’t look at me. There was no annoying smile on her face, her eyes were red with sorrow, and her body looked so much smaller than normal.

“Chlo, leave me alone.”

“I will not Didi.”

She turned to me that time. I could see the anger on her face.

“I said leave! I don’t want you here!”

I held back my instinctual reaction to run.

“You may not want me here, but you need to be with someone. You told me yourself humans isolate when they’re hurting, and they shouldn’t. You’re a social creature, and you’re in need of a friend.”

“We aren’t friends Chlo. We’re roommates. You’re not a part of my pack or whatever you stupid aliens like to call it.”

“I may not be your friend, but you are my friend. I will not abandon you. You can say whatever you need to say to me, but I’m not leaving.”

Didi looked like she was going to yell some more, but she suddenly deflated and looked back at the photo. “I’m sorry.”

I hugged my friend, wrapping her in a tight embrace. She shook, her breath coming in uneven gasps, and began sobbing on my arms. She clung to me, and I held her tighter still.

We didn’t move until she had calmed down. I wasn’t sure how long it as been, but it was a while.

“I’ve never mentioned Izzy, have I?” Didi asked.

“No, but I’d enjoy hearing about her.”

Didi nodded, and began telling me stories about her sister.

She laughed, she cried, and before the end of the day, she fell asleep. I carried her back to our room and put her into her bunk. Even asleep, she clung to me, so I laid next to her and waited.

It made sense why humans do the impossible to save those they love if they break this badly when they loose them. The pain seemed unbearable for Didi, and I have no doubt that she’d have died for her sister if given the chance.

For a species so destructive, they have the largest capacity for love I’ve ever seen.

[wrathkitty]

Short Debts Make Long Friends - Snippet from Chapter 18

You were the color of chalk by the time he brought you in. Two medics had immediately whisked you away, but Din was permitted no further when he could not state his relationship to the patient. 

He had stared at the sour-faced intake droid, stumped. What did one call a relationship that continually blurred the line between friends and lovers and ran so deep that if he was not present when you regained consciousness, the patient was probably going to – as you would say – go fucking ape?

The ROZ-9 droid looked back at him disinterestedly from behind the glass barrier of her desk, waiting.

“Regulation one-two-three-five-eight-W states that visitors are not permitted unless their chain codes note proof of association to the patient,” she intoned when he continued to remain silent. Her nasal voice paired perfectly with her wide, downturned moulded mouth, making her words twice as infuriating. “Does your chain code note proof of association to the patient?”

Christ, he hated droids.

“Your stunned silence is very reassuring.”

Din's owl-eyed expression narrowed into a glare that was anything but. Had you been around to see it, you would have pulled his cloak over his head and told him to quit scaring the locals and come help look for his helmet. Problem was, his cloak had taken the brunt of your nosebleed and had no business being repurposed in any form other than collateral damage, and you weren't around to scold him anyway.

And as for breaking Creed and finding his helmet? God, he just wanted you to live.

Short Debts Make Long Friends- An overeducated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

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