#you are the sweetest i cant even articulate

[arminsumi]

I want to kiss you / キスしたい

G. Satoru

NOTE: i recently started learning to write in japanese for not much reason other than to occupy my mind with something new. this little daydream came to me and i can't stop thinking about it, i think falling in love despite a language barrier is one of the purest and sweetest ways to fall in love.

WARNINGS — it might be fem reader idk, kissing 👍, ur married w him at the end, not proofread lol i'm snuggled up in bed ok

Satoru cant speak english and you cant speak japanese; Suguru is the translator friend. You met him online years ago, who knows how. But you hit it off, and four years of friendship rolled by.

Satoru heard all about Y/n and saw you many times when Suguru facetimed or called you. You and him had many cute, playful interactions, ranging from making hearthands at each other to flipping each other off and laughing about it. Sometimes Satoru would be sat off-camera, overloading Suguru with things to translate, because he had a lot to say to you. One time, Suguru left for a few minutes to get a pizza delivery, and then Satoru got very quiet and the two of you blinked at your screens.

"Hi."

"Hi."

And then you two for some reason started laughing with your whole chests, Suguru walked in with a confused smirk. He joked, "Sooo... what did you and Satoru talk about while I was gone?" He asked, gentle accent coming through in soft waves. "The mysteries of the universe." You replied. Satoru was already diving into the pizza box, but he still listened to you speak; he wondered what you had said, maybe you used some fancy words to say that you liked him? He'd be lying if he said he didn't memorize variations of "i like you" after that. He was paranoid that he could miss you saying that you liked him.

You managed a slow, meticulously-pronounced nice to meet you in Japanese when you finally visited Tokyo. It was at the airport. You and Suguru had shared many hugs — good grief, you'd seen height comparisons many times but none painted a real idea of just how big these boys were. But Satoru? He was loudmouthed on a screen and surprisingly shy in person. Eventually he hugged you and didn't let go. He even got so comfy as to hang and cling to your body like you saw him doing with Suguru in countless photos and videos.

Though you could barely pronounce the little Japanese that you picked up, Satoru felt giddy to hear your pretty voice in his language. He listened to you like you were reciting love poetry to him, fists under his chin and eyes starry. But you were just saying basic phrases, boring things — nothing that articulated your thoughts properly.

He was far too embarrassed to try and speak any English when he first met you, even though after developing a crush on you he did start learning some English on the side. He knew quite a bit, but listening was so impossibly difficult it frustrated him like nothing else. He was also self-conscious of his English accent, though Suguru tried to assure him that he sounded very cute and almost oddly British.

So often instead of attempting to speak tiny phrases to you, Satoru threw a lot of hand motions and signals your way which got the two of you and Suguru laughing — poor Sugie, he was always translating even the smallest things you said even if you muttered them under your breath, because Satoru was eager to know every little thought and expression you had, even if you were simply commenting on the weather.

Once you commented that it was so hot, you were visiting during a heatwave-filled summer. Satoru raised his brows at Suguru expectantly, and you heard a familiar translation;

暑い。

It's hot.

There was such a frustrating language barrier between the two of you, it became more evident when you had finally flown over the sea to meet them.

Yet you and satoru fell in love silently and beautifully, your love flowing like a river in the most unexpected directions. You felt his affection emanating from his irises. You and him joked around, and talked — though you had no idea what the other meant most of the time. Sometimes the two of you gave up and you talked in English, he responded with Japanese, and it went on like that very comedically until Suguru came back to bridge the gap.

Lots of time was spent putting your heads together over your phone, reading translations of what you wanted to say to each other.

One day, when Suguru left the two of you alone in his apartment kitchen so that he could hop to the convenience store, Satoru typed something into the translator and let you read it. Your face warmed up.

キスしたい。

I want to kiss you.

He looks at you expectantly.

You type back to him.

Then kiss me.

それからキスして。

He blushed and hesistated, the two of you making electric eye contact for a while before he boyishly pecked your lips to test if you liked his kiss, but oh that's all the two of you needed to realize just how much you liked each other. You melted into each other like your bodies were made for nothing else but to embrace and be one. He shook a little, tentatively gliding his lips over yours. His hands nervously cupped your cheeks. With the way he handled you so carefully, you'd think you were made of porcelain.

Your reciprocation meant everything to him. His confidence flourished. The soft smacking, wet sounds got louder when he kissed you more passionately. Those gentle hands found their way to the back of your neck, and he softly pressed you closer to him as if he was scared you would pull away. What if you changed your mind mid-kiss? He was overthinking and you wouldn't have even guessed it, because you thought he was in the same blissed out dream state as you were. So high on kissing that the world fell away.

The two of you started smiling embarrassedly, grinning so hard that you couldn't continue kissing. Then the two of you just giggled against each other's faces — a subconscious realization swept him; laughter and kissing are their own languages.

Yes as years passed and you visited time and time again, your Japanese improved and his English improved. When you moved to Japan, eventually you adopted a messy mix of Japanese and English with Satoru. He liked showing off how perfectly he could pronounce things, and you liked showing off that you could write very neat kana.

Years and years and years passed and when you and him were married in your own little apartment, starting a life together, a very fluent Satoru reminisced about how the two of you fell in love despite barely speaking to each other.

"It was your eyes for me." You said.

"Oh really? It was your voice for me. I didn't know what you were saying, but it sounded nice." He said.

"Mmm I liked your voice, too." You said, snuggling your head on his shoulder. He basked in the attention, though it was common, it always felt special for him. The smallest hand touches and wrist kisses made his heart lurch.

"Remember when I always nagged Suguru to translate every little thing you said?"

"Yeah, you worked him to the bone." You chuckled.

"I just wanted to know what you were saying. I had such a crush on you, looking back now it was even ridiculous how much I liked you considering the barrier and all."

"Ooh, did you?"

"How is this surprising? We're married??"

"Oh yeah."

[pepprs]

dont worry abt responding to my messages!! they can be little trinkets for u to keep forever if u wanna :)))

dear anon… how could i not respond to THESE!!!!!!!!!! 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 you are the sweetest kindest most WONDERFUL soul. it is an honor to receive these beautiful letters and i hope you know how much i cherish each and every one. not just the words but the adventures you take me on and write up for the two of us!!! and the beauty and magic you help me to see in the world around me and the peace and love and love and love you conjure for me in moments when i cant find it or feel it so easy!!!! like idk i know i have no idea who you are outside of being dear anon and i only answer asks once in a blue moon but it truly means the world to me. TRULY.

your writing feels like all the best things, all the things i love most. like leaf piles in the fall and the pikmin bloom soundtrack (btw if you dont play that already i HIGHLY recommend it to you specifically, i think u would really like it and tbh you sending me these letters has the same vibe as my pikmin bringing me postcards from their adventures :"~DDDD!!! if you ever do join it please lmk i would LOVE to be friends and send you postcards and do adventures together!!!!) and frosting on cupcakes and twinkly dust motes in the sunlight and cumulus clouds and dogwood flowers and the way things made of glass refract rainbows and SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT SUNLIGHT. and even that isnt cutting it. how magical it all is. like i wish i wasnt so exhausted so i could express it better but it truly is so... idk. NOSTALGIC! COZY! HOME!!!!!

so... in order to try to articulate it (and also show my thanks / return the favor / etc.), i am sending this letter along with a care package knitted with word and song and magic and light. enclosed please find:

wind chimes that sing like the sun hitting the lake (also i REALLY want to get a butterfly hair clip!!! i cant wear hair clips or anything else fancy in my hair bc of my mask headbands but id love to have one in case im ever able to wear it in the future 🥹)

a heart-shaped pebble from brighton, to add to your collection (btw i LOVE the part about how you lost them a long time ago but you love them so you remember what they look like. WAUGH. gut punch GUT PUNCH IN THE BEST WAY!!!!)

a mug for hot chocolate, so we can share some together when it gets cold again -- decorated with hand-painted stars in all colors!

a tiny needle to knit your sundust satchels -- like the kind youd find in pixie hollow or the tale of desperaux or something (also both things that have dear anon vibes to me and are also DEEPLY nostalgic for me!)

a recipe for starfait, with illustrations!! (also i LOVE that idea for a replacement for "tesscore"!! but i may end up using that for my personal tag on my undertale / deltarune blog instead bc its so perfect (and also im HONORED that u associate that with me 😭😭😭😭))

a crown and wand for you to wear to match the fairy queen mouse while you write the same kind of magic and comfort she brings!

a packet of magical flower seeds that sprout the most whimsical sweet-smelling flowers, with petals that are soft to the touch!

a hand-woven scarf in your favorite color threaded with shiny silver strands, like comets streaming through the sky (also i am SO late to say this but UNO REVERSE CARD re: your new years wish to me which is genuinely making me lumpthroated and teary eyed reading it again in AUGUST. you are the sweetest EVER. and also ive never played journey before but ive been interested in it for years!!! i'll have to check it out and/or watch a playthrough!)

a hummingbird sculpture on a long stick for you to plant in your garden among the flowers, to sing to them and to you! (also RE: your question about your vocal range -- it just means that you can cover a little over two octaves (the number after the letter is the octave it's in, and each octave is a span of c-d-e-f-g-a-b-c -- so your range starts at about halfway through the third octave and goes to halfway through the fifth!) i think your range is about the same as mine iirc so we can hum along with the hummingbird and all three follow each other's notes :"~D <3)

a golden acorn on a thread for you to wear as a necklace when we go to the bird tea party! (by the way, have you ever read the book ""until the last acorn "when the last acorn is found?" it's a BEAUTIFUL book and it made me cry reading it! i think you and the acorn people would get along very, very well!!)

a lantern made of jelly moonlight and silver foil stars (see: ilomilo chapter 4 :"~D) for you to carry on your walks through the dim nights (you can hang the stars in the sky, and they'll brighten the world and light at your touch!)

a copy of one of my favorite books of all time, "the ten thousand doors of january," which is so much about wedging cracks open into other worlds, and something i think you might like very much / resonate with too!!

a big, big hug.

dear anon: THANK YOU. for all these words and for being you. i dont know how i got so lucky to have you sending me these little trinkets but i will most CERTAINLY keep them forever. i hope you experience all the peace and love and love and love to infinity. may you always know and shine with the light you bring and the light you are.

[hanasnx]

hi mina. my sweet sweet valentine minaaa <3 oh my god i have to say something:

this reblog is one of the most thoughtful, sweetest, kindest things ive ever read. genuinely it is my favorite thing to hear about what worked within a fic. considering i've written my entire life, i consider my own work with very high regard and hold myself to a standard when i write a piece and this one was one of my favorites. to hear that you daydreamed about THTM is insanely flattering (i do hope your grade is not suffering bcos of me)

"Only one person could do a worthy sequel to such masterpiece." when c+p this line into here to respond to, i was actually moved to tears. i remember when someone originally asked me if i were to do a sequel to THTM (around when it first was posted) i had told them that i couldn't even begin to conceptualize something that could ome close to it. i had spent so long on that original fic, and im so glad i did considering its my most popular anakin/dv piece. i'm very protective of it, and the fact this measured up speaks volumes to me and moves me in a way i can't articulate

"Knowing that they love when people highlight their favorite parts of their fics, I shall deliver." i do indeed. genuinely my favorite thing ever is when people pick apart what lines elicited a reaction from them. god and you delivered oh my god you delivered. what a wonderful wonderful gift

when you pointed out the part in one of the beginning scenes where anakin leans down to hear reader and back up to look her in the eys to respond..thats one of my favorite actions in the piece. ugh. god.

your petition for me to write a piece about anakin overcharging you for something you cant pay for so youre forced to pay him back with your body... i will take it under consideration. lord knows ive already got some ideas on it and have had it floating around in my head since i wrote that line

both this: "Indy, my love, you know I'm a sucker for a good blowjob and the fact that you consistently insert that fascination for dick in each piece you write make me the happiest ever. I'm so thankful for your mind." and this: "UGH ONE MORE ELEMENT I LOVE FROM YOUR WRITING. I've never seen anyone describe a making out session like this. [about sucking on a tongue like sucking on dick]" had me fucking grinning. i love writing those details bcos im such a dick rider irl i love dicks in the right context and i also love sucking on tongue like im sucking dick i swearrr

"Okay, let me practice: dadd-" this made me laugh hard

i love that you referenced my humping drabble bcos i love that piece so much and i too loveee humping goddd i love it sm

the one quote you loved enough to make the text bigger and just write a sentence about how much you loved it ugh!!! that is the shit mina!!!! this is so amazing i fucking love this !!!!

the two quotes about him calling you his hole and fucking it til you cry,,, and then the one about turning you off so he could fuck an even tighter hole.. those were prolly my two favorite lines and i love that you picked them out

"Indy, now you are not only writing the stuff I want to read, BUT ALSO writing the stuff I didn't even know I wanted." this. is. the. best. news. i love introducing ppl to shit oh my fucking god.

"[about anakins arm veins popping out while he finger fucks] I felt this in the very core of my clit. Like a fucking gunshot." this line had me in fucking stitches both times i read it i was laughing and doubling over no lie its so fucking funny im laughing about it still while writing about it

"INDY GIVING ME EXACTLY WHAT I NEED." this is what i like to hear. this too: "Indy, you've done it again. Planting the seed of yet another kink in my mind."

i loved your obsessive rant. i loved it so much i had to respond to your comments bcos i needed you to know a little bit about how much i love and appreciate it. your input is always always enjoyed and encouraged and youve thoroughly stroked my ego im so vain this was like christmas morning. thank you, i cant thank you enough really, for reading and enjoying my work. saying its one of the best things youve ever read is high fucking praise and i dont accept that compliment lightly, i really appreciate your kind words. reach out to me on discord at any time, seriously. you could stop talking to me for years and still reach out to me on discord randomly ill never be mad. thank you again.

❝𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐞❞

anakin skywalker x fem!reader

prompt: supplied by @xstarkillerx | masterlist

summary: after a market mishap, anakin gives you a more personal lesson in how to speak his native language.

MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 3k | character(s): anakin skywalker

notes:

semi-inspired by my past work “talk huttese to me” but it is not required reading to understand this piece.

warnings: size difference, anakin lowkey babying you and then degrading the fuck out of you, you know a little huttese, anakin gets a little degraded too, vag fingering, some choking (f receiving), anakin being a mean sadist, overstimulation, squirting, anakin’s exhibits his piss kink interest, dacryphilia, edging, dumbification, no use of y/n i think

“Keep up.” Anakin chastises you, and you obey, increasing your pace to meet his monstrous strides, struggling to maintain his speed. “I want to make this quick.” 

“I don’t know if I know enough—“ you protest, glancing at your feet to avoid tripping over the rippled sand. 

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’ve been doing well.” he insists, his hand instinctively guiding you by the small of your back. “I’ll be right behind you.” The day breeze is warm, but it’s Anakin’s touch that burns you. Timidly responding with a complacent confirmation despite your doubts. 

Open-aired bodegas line the street, merchants with goods to sell wait for willing customers. Anakin had warned you about the demographic of Tatooine, but you’d expected far meaner appearances. Bashful still, your gaze turns to Anakin uneasily, who greets you with his kind eyes, and uncharacteristic patience. 

“Yes?” he says softly, and you feel like retreating into his arms. 

“What are we looking for again?” your tone, feathery light, causes your lover to lend his ear to you so as to hear you over the rustle of passersby. You repeat yourself, shyer than before in response to his abrupt proximity. 

He maintains that closeness, retracting only to look into your eyes. “An aeromagnifier.” A pause, so he adds, “Do you remember how to say it?” 

In this moment, you feel ashamed to admit how much you like when he babies you like this. “Yes, yes, I remember.” 

“Alright, this way.” His metal hand hooks around your waist, and you approach a man at his seat. Out of the options, he seemed the sleaziest by far, which did not assuage your nerves. “Go on,” he encourages in a whisper so only you can hear it, allowing you to step forward without him. 

The vendor notices you, and immediately turns on the artificial charm. A wide, toothy and yellowed grin, peering at you with his enlarged red eyes through bifocals attached to his head in meticulous machinery. “Hello, welcome, welcome,” he says in a rasp, and you can smell the cigarette he smoked prior to this engagement. 

“Hi,” The only formal greeting you know in Huttese, and you pray it suffices for proper engagement. 

“Ah, the little lady speaks my language. Should’ve known. Little lady, what can I do for you? What are you looking for?” 

You glance back at Anakin, who goads you with a chastening expression. As if to say that you can’t back out now. You pivot your attention back to the merchant clasping his gold-ringed fingers in anticipation. 

“Perhaps, the lady does not know what she searches for…?” he trails off, awaiting you to finish the sentence for him.

“No, no. I know what to do.” you reply, but is it to convince you or him? Your knowledge in Huttese is limited to predictable small talk and basic commands. You’re trying to keep it as simple as possible, and luckily he talks slow enough for you to understand him, repeating lots of words that help your context clues. “I need an aeromagnifier. The one there-'' You point to its location. “There.” 

“Yes, yes, this one, this one. I see.” The vendor recedes to the back of his shop, shaded by his canopy hanging overhead, and retrieves it, bringing it to the light to present it to you. He gestures to it with a tantalizing flutter of his fingers down its figure. “Good taste, good taste. This one, little lady, is two-fifty. Two-fifty nothing less.” 

“Two-fifty?” 

“Two-fifty, two-fifty. Nothing more, nothing less. Two-fifty.” 

“That… um, I don’t understand.”

The merchant lets his act slip marginally, enough for you to note it, but only to decide he must’ve enacted his contempt because of your unreasonable phrasing. You’re floundering, you must be. “What’s there to not understand? How do you not understand?” 

“No two-fifty. Too much?” Suddenly, your knowledge of Huttese is dissipating out of fear. Unable to properly convey your disagreement when the price isn’t what you thought it’d be. 

“‘Too much��—? How ‘too much’—?” 

The conversation makes your hands sweat, wondering if you did something wrong. No sooner do you turn to search for Anakin’s help when he meets the vendor at the table, at the ready for your rescue. When he interjects, you barely keep up to how quickly they talk. 

“Choy tay saka ‘ton-sin’? Mi wat do suzun nawee eet raun, kung. Ton-sin’d do karkin’ moocha. Soong wanga—“ You get every other word, something about being a thief, “to steal” specifically. You furrow your brows, attempting your best to follow the discussion. 

“Wanga-threnten!” The merchant declares, holding his finger up to Anakin’s face, who promptly pushes it out of his way. 

“Tagwa, deetso eff chuba noah moocha. Wanga mo noah, sleemo.” Decisive as always, Anakin silences his opponent with his confidence. From what you gathered, Anakin gave him an ultimatum. The price as one, instead of two-fifty. 

The vendor, reluctantly, concedes with a flapping of his hand to signal to Anakin to calm down. Dramatizing the situation because Anakin had been atypically placid the entire exchange. The way he took control of the situation and forced someone to yield so determinately, had you rubbing your legs together. You’re addicted to this personification he takes on when he speaks his native language. 

Anakin turns his attention to you, and you jump in place when he addresses you, having been too entranced to realize your own presence. “Go ahead and pay him, baby.” He eyes you through his brows, softening his voice, “Did you get all that?” 

“Just one, right?” you confirm, collecting five wupiupi pieces to give to the grumbling merchant. 

As Anakin guides you away with the aeromagnifier in possession, you hear a phrase you could never mistake. “E chu ta!” the vendor calls after the two of you. ‘Fuck you!’ he’d said. 

Anakin hollers over his shoulder, “Chuba ta, maya punchee.” You too, weak-minded friend.

You chuckle to yourself. 

“Should’ve known they’d try to take advantage of me. I mean, the guy talked to me like I was stupid- and I was actually grateful for it.” you relay to Anakin, wryly grinning about the ordeal as you wash your hair. Suds pouring down the column of your neck to trail around your naked body. Wiping soap from your eyes, you open them to gauge your lover’s reaction. There’s a smile on his face you cannot place, whether it’s endearment, or meant to be demeaning, you didn’t know. 

“I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t. Pretty little thing like you?” he teased, moistening his lips and advancing on you playfully. You absorbed his subtle bump, curbing your instinct to scold him since you like when he talks down to you. “I would’ve tried to take advantage of you too.” 

A comfortable silence follows while you stare up at him with stars in your dilated pupils, hot water rinsing your hair. He holds your gaze faithfully, and you break it before you lose yourself in him. “I thought I did pretty good.” you praise yourself to change the subject from the idea of Anakin having his way with you, from the fantasy that he’d overcharge you for a product and when you can’t pay your way out you sell your body to him instead. Showering together makes you go crazy sometimes. “Speaking it, I mean.”

“You did.” he concurred verbally, but his tone conveyed another layer. His large hands cup your hips, guiding you to the side so he can have his turn under the faucet. You raise a brow at him. “You could do better though.” His challenge jellies your legs. You watch, like a lovesick fool, as he tips his head back into the water, and comes to, shaking his curls out. Droplets draw down his herculean form. Ever since he saved you from the market— as silly as it was— you could not stop thinking about fucking him. 

“Oh, yeah?” You fall into his trap. 

“Your pronunciation is too polished. If you don’t sound like a local, people won’t treat you like one. They’ll treat you like a sucker.” 

Much like that vendor today. As soon as Anakin stepped in, he backed off. Remembering how assertive Anakin was is all too much. You’re about ready to get on your knees and start blowing him like a real sucker would. 

Anakin sensed your frenzied need for him as soon as the two of you had left the market. Your desire is no secret. Certainly not one you can keep from him. 

“Alright, so what do I change?” 

“I’ll show you. Hear what I say,” he tells you and you swallow hard, mouth drying up. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa.” he says, and you practically melt. “Now, say it back to me.” 

Obediently, you parrot it back to him. There was one distinct word you're sure you’ve heard before.

No sooner had you finished your sentence than his palm cupped your chin, tucking it into the web of his thumb. The tips of his fingers press into your cheeks, pursing your lips for you. “Say it again,” He emphasizes his command by pinching further, a sting in your buccal. “At-“ You listen intently, the phonetic arrangement teaching you to put your tongue behind your teeth when pronouncing the “T” at the end. 

“At-“

“Eep-tuk-“

“Ee—“ you stifle a giggle at your positioning, worried you’ll earn yourself a reprimand from your stoic teacher. “E- eept—“ You dissolve into your laughter, and a loving grin breaks out onto Anakin’s face, contrasting his demanding nature from before. He draws you in by his clutch of your cheeks, kissing on your puckered lips over and over again until his hold loosens enough for you to escape it. “No, don’t distract me!” you plead, “I can do it! Ee… Eep-tuuk—“ Your weak dissent of your hands against his chest does nothing to dissuade him. He chases you, and envelopes you in his arms, sliding your wet naked bodies together as he captures your mouth. He wastes no time in prying your lips open, inviting his tongue in to explore all it can. 

It’s a wonder you didn’t notice how heavy his cock lay against your leg until he humps you with it clumsily, searching for some comforting friction after witnessing your attempt at immersing yourself in his culture. 

Habitually, you withdraw to make room for yourself, enclosing your lips around his tongue to suck on it and bob your head as if you’re giving him oral. Usually, such a thing coaxes a whimper out of him, a desperate beg to put that gifted mouth to use on his cock. Instead, it only heightens his desire for you, to have you as quickly as possible. He slams you against the cold tiling, stealing the breath from your lungs, freeing his mouth to plant sloppy, open kisses onto your cheek and down your neck. Anywhere within his reach is mouthed passionately, tongued as if it’s not a mundane part of you but your very core itself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head once he meets with your pulse point, propped up by his body against yours. “Ani…“ He hums in response to the call of his name, admitting his approval for it with a bite into your flesh. “What did you say earlier?” you exhale, palms outlined the dips in his muscle. 

“In Huttese?” he speaks against your skin and it tickles you, pinching your head into your shoulder, his damp curls brushing your jawline. “‘This little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” 

“Fuck you, would you really have me say that?” 

“Tell that to your puppy eyes. Begging me to save you as soon as shit got tough. My poor baby, so pitiful,” 

As if to discipline him, you shove him, but he remains undeterred. There’s no need to make fun of you for needing help, besides he’d volunteered before you even asked. There’s plenty you can do on your own, without him. You can be independent. 

You don’t get a chance to defend yourself as he maneuvers you to arch your back, his mouth traveling to consume your collarbones and upper chest as he bends over you, thick arms behind you to secure you. “Gimme those tits, baby, wanna swallow them.” he demands from you in Huttese, but this time you’re able to understand the gist of what he’s saying. 

“Maker, Anakin, you’re so gross.” you tell him, but as you suspect, he grins in response. His teeth scrape against you, and he does as he promised. Lapping at your nipple as if seeking it out to latch, to suckle. Your hands slide into his hair, sighing out as he imbibes as much of the fat he can. “Ani—“ you whine, wiggling your hips to chase any friction you can afford. 

Swiftly, he answers you, with his large hand cupping your mound, soothing it with slow circles. You press yourself into his grasp, rolling your hips. It earns you a sharp bite to your sensitive bud and you yelp. To exhibit patience, you let him explore your pussy as he sees fit. Fingers dipping into its wells, circling your folds and flicking up against your clit every so lightly. “Such a pretty thing. My hole, you know that? My hole.” The key words are lost on you. “Gonna fuck this little hole til it’s red and swollen. Til you cry.” 

You whimper, regardless if you can’t understand him, and he sticks a single finger in, only to pull out to stretch you with two. 

“How fucking tight can you get? Almost wanna turn you off so I can make it tighter. You’d let me do it too.” He licks water off of you, up the valley of your breasts, and takes your lips in a passionate kiss, scissoring you open so he can swallow the noises you make. Experimentally, he massages your insides, his thumb brushing your clit every so often as he pistons deeper inside. Your curiosity is killing you enough to break the kiss. 

“What the hell are you saying to me right now, Anakin?” you breathe, slumping against the wall while he fingers you. Why the hell did it work so well on you? Immediately soaking when you know he’s talking dirty in a language you can’t translate quick enough. 

“If you keep up with your lessons, you’ll know one day,” he promises. Instinctively, you shy away, pivoting your head as you squeeze your eyes shut, nearing your release. To counter that behavior, Anakin heightens and uses his free hand to clutch your neck, redirecting your attention to where it belongs. On him. “Don’t be stupid.” This insult you know. 

You frown at him, but as soon as your gaze lands on him, he speeds up, curling his fingers in a way that has you reeling. Your favorite spot, erasing all of your offense in a motion. Worsening when he sneaks in another finger.

“Oh? What are you gonna do about it?” 

You can barely keep your eyes open, staring at him through thick lashes because it’s what he wants. His grip squeezes, and it enhances your pleasure, tingles spreading throughout your entire body. 

“Can’t pretend you hate it. Can’t lie to me, can’t hide from me.” His admonishing tone only adds to how the coil in your belly winds, the heat in between your legs desperate to go somewhere, anywhere. He leans into you, burying his nose in your cheek as he talks shit in your ear. ”You’re gonna say it for me one more time,” he demands, and you stifle your wail of despair. How he teeters you, so close to where you need to be, and takes it from you at the last second. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa. Do you understand?” 

“Ani, I can’t—“ There’s not a possibility, how could you think let alone speak? 

“You can.” He leaves no room for argument, his teeth biting down onto your earlobe to tug on it. “Don’t tell me you’re this fucking dumb and all I’m using is my fucking hand.” 

“Fuck,” you curse in the language, which earns you a snicker from him, his breath against you sending shivers down your spine. “Okay— ah! Okay… Uh,” 

Your walls clench around him, signaling your impending release. Reading them like a book, he keeps you right where he wants you. A damn near painful experience, and he knows it. 

He recoils so he can see your pretty face, jutting his chin. Bragging about his competence when he’s the one unaffected. “At-“ 

Idling for too long earns you a hard press of your clit and you mewl. Hastily, you manage, “At-“

“Eeptuk-“ 

“Eeptook—“ 

“Baby.” he lowers his voice, fit to scold you. “Do you want to cum or not?”

“I do, I fucking do, please.”

“Then do as I say.” He commands it of you as if it is so simple! His thumb traces your jawline soothingly, but his grip stays firm. 

“Eeptuk,” you flinch, worried that if you’d pronounced wrong like before you’d receive some sort of punishment. “schutta-“ The word you most recognize. Slut. His favorite pet-name for you whenever he was persuaded to speak his native tongue. Keen on tripping you up, he increased his pace, and out of the corner of your eye you witness how swollen his arm has become from this workout. Veins popping out. It fucked you up. “Hagwa non che-“

“Chee’toosa. Right, baby? Almost done.”

Your eyes burn, red in the face out of frustration. “Chee’toosa.” 

“That’s right. Like I said, ‘this little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” If you had the energy, you’d fight him on it. Unfortunately you’re spent, the only reason you’re upright is his body weight. He’s right, all you wanted from him is what he can give you. 

Unintelligible noises spill from you, rocking into his hand movements, but this time he lets you. His intense eyes hold your gaze unapologetically, waiting to feast on your orgasm. 

“Does a brat like you really deserve to cum? Should leave you like this.” Weakly, you shake your head, on the verge of crying from his cruelty if he really put you through all that just to steal it from you. You’re at your edge. There isn’t anything in the world you crave more than finishing right now. His thumb works into your clit, getting you to reach that breaking point, attaining it. You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you beginning from the tips of your toes, crawling up your spine. The fact he can bring you to this using only a hand awes you. You brace yourself on him, clawing into his bicep. 

He doesn’t stop there. An overstimulation already setting in from how heartlessly his rough fingers glide in and out of you, unbothered to let you recuperate. How he takes your pleasure for himself. You’re fucking his hand, but he’s feeding off of you, playing with your parts for his own fascination. 

Your throat is released, causing your vision to haze, and he hooks his hand under your knee, hiking your leg up. Your cum drips from his palm, but he’s still going, regardless of your protests. “You wanted this, c’mon,” Your pussy feels raw, yet he probes it, and when he pinches the sensitive flesh between his fingers, tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Are you about to piss? Fuck, you really are a little slut. You’re about to squirt all over me, huh?” 

“Anakin!” 

“Do it, go on. Can’t believe how disgusting you are. Don’t worry, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue afterwards.” 

It stings how he fucks with your bladder, readying that most sacred attribute. Not everyone can squirt, but you can, and Anakin fucking loves it. Enough to pull it from you whenever he wants. You don’t need to know Huttese to get what he’s trying to do to you right now. 

“Yeah, you like that, whore? You wanna lap up your piss from my legs? Suck it off my dick? Here it comes, get ready.” 

You keen, the floodgates finally opening to spray your dirty fluids all over your lover. Hot and wet, running down your thighs. The act itself, the intensity, causes you to choke back sobs. Anakin lets your leg drop, and gingerly he tugs his digits from their wedge inside you. Flattening his hand against your sex, soothing it with a light massage. He bites his lip, holding back his smile as you try to hide your tears from him. “Too much, baby?” 

“You are such an asshole.” you speak Huttese, with perfect pronunciation. It gets him to laugh, drawing you to him so he can lick your salty tears away, and help you clean up in the shower. 

[djarinsbeskar]

Hi! I looove love love the Stitches series, it’s literally on my top three Mando fics and just wanted to tell you how talented you are! But also, do you have any inspo for Medic’s tattoo? I’ve been trying to imagine it but can’t seem to figure it out. If not, then it’s okay, it’s still amazing!

Sweet anon, you are such an angel for coming to tell me how much you love it my gosh, I'm all soft and mushy inside just knowing it's a series you can enjoy-- let alone that it ranks so high on your list!!

Medic's tattoo! One of my favourite little pieces of her culture (and definitely one of Din's favourite spots to kiss) is a ring of interwoven antlers to signify her allegiance/family ties to Clan Carria. My beloved @ronnieiswriting has created some art of the chieftain Kyr, and their interpreation of the Carria tattoo is very close to what I have in my mind. Granted, the antlers weaving around Medic's thigh are thiner, more delicate and feminine. And missing the script above and below as you can see Kyr having.

Depending on the clan you're in on Pamarthe, changes the tattoo you have! It's an outdated and archaic custom that became popular again when so many Pamarthans joined the Rebellion. A type of patriotic symbolism. A way for them to be connected to home even when they were so far away, and (more grimly) a way to identify bodies, should they die in combat. So, because of this-- you'll find in the generation before Medics, and the generation before that, not many people have these traditional tattoos. But the younger generation, Medics and the ones that follow-- have revived this custom and nearly all of them have clan tattoos now.

[scoupssolo]

Ok so, sorry for the cheesy ask, but I recently came across one of your sb without realising it was you. And seeing you on that blog and all, it reinforced the fact that you are for me one of the sweetest person on here, even though we never talked, thanks to you, I always felt welcome in this community, and seeing you talk about the groups you like is really sweet (cant think of a better word soz). Also you're so fucking talented, no joke but your works inspire me so much, they always hit so hard and I find that fascinating. Anyways, keep on being you, you're amazing <3

omg i literally don’t know what to say 🥺 this is so sweet and i’m just so msnznss wow?! thank you so much 😭 i really wish i was more articulate but i just am not but omg this is literally so kind thank you so so so so much for sending it, it really just made my whole day 💕💗💞💖💘💕🤭💖💖💕💗💞💘

[xuxikisses]

hehehhehe

imagine Jaehyun expecting a nice back massage, so you have him sit down in a nice chair and tell him to put his hands behind him so you can help him stretch and before he can react handcuffing him like that so he cant get up or resist. him asking what you’re doing because he’s amused at your attempt as you straddle him now, until with an innocent smile, you hold up a black silk scarf, the same one he loves to use on you. watching his expression go from soft to startled, then the shudder that runs down his spine as you tie it around his eyes, grazing your lips over his as you grind down on him. the way his jaw would clench instinctively pulling against the handcuffs as you kiss down his jaw to his neck. the soft growl that would leave his throat “you’re playing with fire baby girl. Uncuff me now.” but the way his hips buck into yours, his cock hardening with every roll of your hips as you begin to unbutton his shirt leaving hickeys in your wake. his stern turning into threats as his breathing becomes labored. ” when I get free you’re going to wish you never had dreamed of this kitten.” biting his lip to stop the moans from escaping, as you scratch your nails down his abs, biting along his toned collarbone and pecs. he thinks you're finally going to listen and let him go when you climb off of him, until he feels you undo the button on his pants before pulling them and his boxers off, as you kiss his abs, tongue running across the sensitive skin of his vline before ghosting down his thighs. purple marks left on him as you refuse to touch his leaking and hardened erection. Jaehyun refuses to beg, even as he gives up holding in his moans, husky gasps and shaky breaths pouring from his swollen lips as he tries to rut his hips towards you. threats of punishments to come still leaving his mouth, though much less impressive as they’re half filled with moans. he looks like a god, his skin a beautiful canvas of your work as you pull away, nails tracing down his chest again. a growl leaving him once again as he tries to regain control pulling at his bindings as his jaw juts out. I swear if you don't-” but the sharp intake of breaths cuts him short as your tongue licks a gentle stripe up his straining cock, your hands having to hold him down his hips as he surges towards you with wanton need. “f-f-fuck please-” but he catches himself, and once again clamps down on his lower lip to muffle his voice. however all that effort, his muscles straining the veins in his neck and arms popping, was for naught as your lips wrap around his leaking tip. the way your name falls from his lips, in needy wail nearly has you give in, only for a moment though as the desperate curses and trembling of this thighs as you slowly suckle his tip, tongue rolling over the slit, is just too beautiful a sight. the sweat beading on his chest and forehead, his head thrown back as you finally take his length fully in your mouth and throat, is like a scene from a greek painting. his cries as you bob your head ever so slowly and gently is like the sweetest ballad. “f-fuck i’m so close-” he cant even finish his words, abs rolling and clenching as he tries to hold it in, refusing to give into your teasing and underhanded methods. he was the dominant one here not you. how could he just allow you too- god though the electric pleasure of you swallowing around him, a self pleased hum causing your throat to vibrate and tighten around him, had him seeing stars. with a cry that would have alerted the people in the apartment across the street, he has done. abs contracting under your hands as his hips shake, long ropes of white painting your throat as you swallow. Jaehyun struggles to catch his breath as your lips pull off him with a pop, only instead of tired satisfaction and his freedom bound release, he nearly screams as your soft hand encircles his length. the chair creaks and barks against the floor as he jumps, the feeling of your hand squeezing him tight, pumping furiously over his softening length instantly sending sparks through his system, blood rushing back almost painfully to his cock as you coo sweetly to him, tongue and teeth working over his stomach and chest adding to the gallery of painted spots you had already lefty upon him. “ princess you better not F-fuck-” he cant even articulate the words as you move back down to crouch between his legs kissing and kitten licking his swollen red tip. the whining call of you name when you tell him to be quiet turning into a cry as you take him into your mouth again, nails digging into his thighs to keep them apart, as he writhes beneath you, cumming all over again all too soon as tears head his eyes absorbed by the scarf. standing up you give him a moment to calm down, kissing along his jaw as he catches his breath, even as an odd cool liquid drips onto his pelvis and cock. nearly blinded by light as you finally pull the silk off his eyes. the gentle kiss upon his lips muffles his hoarse request and threat to free him. Jaehyun sighs into the kiss as you allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, ignore the taste of himself there as he reveled in the sensation. Confidence and will to fight slowly building in him as he leans forward biting your lip with a growl. only the moment he does you pull away with a giggle, shedding the clothes you’re wearing to reveal the lingerie set he adored. as his eyes cleared and another command formed in his mind, you took him by surprise and fear setting aside an all too familiar bottle of flavored lube. his eyes now able to see, taking in the same light shining liquid drizzled over his abs and half hardened cock. its only now as he sees you drop to your knees between his trembling thighs, tongue cleaning him of the sticky slickness, your eyes locked upon his, that he finally breaks. begging with tears in his eyes, although the only words leaving his lips are please and soft baby girls rather than the threat laced princesses and kittens of earlier, while your wet pink tongue draws him back to a full erection, cock painfully hard as you lick and kiss him clean without any moment to let him breathe. the overstimulation of yet another orgasm building but not allowed to crash having him weeping and shaking for you. its only as he begs to cum, your name ringing free off his lips with a sob that you stop. standing up to kiss him, fingers wiping away his tears as you do. and its with an electric burning and spine shaking moment he remembers your panties are crotchless as you sink down on his length, letting out a whimper, the tight hot wetness of your walls sending his hips stuttering up into yours. Jaehyun’s mind is filled with sparks, fireworks exploding in every cell of his body, veins standing out against reddened skin as your hips rise and fall, his length hitting that perfect spot inside, as his body quakes with overstimulated pleasure. A babble of praise, pleas and crys fall from his lips like rain as you work to bring him and yourself to one magnificent and final orgasm. the sounds of your cries and the feel of your skin, the pain of your nails in his hair and shoulder as your tongues fight for dominance is enough to throw everything to the wind. his hips trying and struggling to buck up into yours at the harsh pace you had set, breaking away from your mouth as he begs to cum, sobbing as his stomach tightens painfully the largest knot he’d ever felt swelling within his gut. “cum for me then.” and he does. your name ringing in angelic cries to the heavens as he falls over the edge again taking you with him. it takes a few minutes before he can breathe again, before his mind starts to clear and your hips still before pulling carefully off of him. even so he whimpers unconsciously from the sensation, his vision blank and unprocessed. he doesn’t even realize his wrists are free, merely humming hoarsely  to you in response as you talk to him. gently cleaning his skin with a soft towel. its only when concerned you bring his hands up to your face peering into his eyes nervously that he comes out of his blissed stupor. “ That was...…. there’s no words...… I love you kitten....” he mumbles trying to regain control of his much larger body, dazedly but happily watching you place soothing kisses on his red wrists and helping him draw clean clothes back on. you help him move to your shared bed. as you’re about to go outside he calls you back in. you look back at him, he pats the empty space meaning for you to stay with him. you lay next to him, he pulls you in and pulls the cover over you and him. you lay your head on his hickey covered chest and intertwined your fingers. his free hand snaking over your waist tight so you cant leave. you surprisingly fall asleep before he does. he looks at you and begins to think of ways to get back at you for that amazing but torturous surprise. <3 you’re welcome Steph ;)

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

You are my sunshine and my stars. You make the universe glow and shine. I'm so happy you are here in this world. You are the sweetest most beautiful person I've ever met ❤️❤️❤️

Bro I’m deadass CRYING 😭😭 I cant even ARTICULATE HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME

[starryskylullaby]

I was really skeptical about you making them Targ siblings but I wanted to say I’ve been reading your oneshots and it feels like I’m reading the GOT books. I don’t know what happened between Lucerys and Astaeria but I’m rooting for them now.

i....

okay seriously, anon, this is...this is the sweetest thing anyone’s said to me. i’m. like. i just.

LIKE.....listen man im at work and im gonna cry like....THANK YOU. this is such a compliment and i cant even articulate how like. flattered and amazed i am by this like thank you so so so much

i hope you like the ficlet things i post in the future thank you so much anon omg 😭💙💙

[surprisings-remade]

💌 i lov u sweetest!!! 😽

to: dearest lani

from: a not so secret admirer

lani !!!!! lani 🥺💖💘💗💞💘💗💖 ur name is so pretty omg ! ur the only lani i know and now i don’t think any other lani will be able to live up to the hype bc ur so amazing !!!! 😞🌸✊ youre so so so so sooooooo cute and sweet and kind and youre filled to the brim w love its !! astounding :(( i admire you so much lani rly it’s insane !! youre always spreading love and positivity and shedding light onto all who are fortunate enough to know you and i (we all) appreciate it so much fr !!! 💞💖💘💖💖💖💞💘💗 i know we havent been moots for very long but already i can tell you have so so so much love to give like :( ur heart is the size of the GALAXY 💫⭐️🌟☀️✨☀️✨🌟🌟💫💫 you deserve so so so so much angel and i hate to admit it but .. i don’t think its possible to give you as much as you deserve !!! but still i hope with every fiber of my being that the universe treats you even as kind as you treat everyone else bc you rly rly rly deserve it 😔😞✊ you radiate such positive and lovely vibes it’s rly impossible not to fall in love w you immediately :(( and youre so lovely and kind to your moots esp??? like 🏹🌸💞💘💒 PLEASE im love you so much :(( ur always calling us cute n lovely n all that but .. thats you !!! thats 100% 1000% 1000000000000000% you !! i rly cant say this enough and i fear ill never be able to quite articulate it either but you’re truly such a kind and magical angel :(( ur rly ethereal and there’s no other words to adequately describe you but perfect (and yet even that seems to fall short) :(( rly lani we all adore you SO much i hope ur always always always happy :(

send me a 💌 for a love letter!

[meetyatheremalum]

Can I have a ship? My question is which song off of Youngblood had you most shook? For me, it was either Babylon or when you walk away. I’m really stubborn. I always want my argument to be right. I best articulate my thoughts by writing. I’ve been called the sweetest person on earth on multiple occasions. I’ve been a vegetarian my whole life and I plan on not changing that, no matter who I’m with. I really love to just stay in and talk. I love to be able to to talk in person with people. Thanks!

omg honestly all the songs had me shook but i’m constantly playing more babylon and meet you there lol 

I ship you with: Ashton! Ashton is the spiritual dad of the group and he obviously does most of the talking, I feel like you two would really hit it off.

(bandana!ash coming in hot)

So hear me out for your blurb i honestly saw you sitting in a cute vegetarian restaurant/cafe with some friends maybe chatting about school or work or what have you, and this tall Australian drink of water walks in by himself and is looking at the menu (maybe a little confused) and you can kind of tell its his first time here and so of course being the sweetest person on the planet you get up from your chair and walk over to introduce yourself to him! He giggles when he realizes how obvious his confusion is to everyone and he tells you he’s transitioning to a vegetarian/vegan diet and is just trying out some cool places in the city so you offer to help him narrow down something he might want to eat lol after a while of talking he gets his food and you invite him back to your table and end up having a really nice lunch with a super awesome stranger! Maybe he even asks for your number ;)

I gave you a follow back, love

[jacksonnicolee]

NCT irl at Kcon2017

Oooohhhh fuck can I just start off with they’re all really fucking attractive and pictures don’t do them justice? Like seriously pictures cannot contain how perfect they are. Taeil: He’s super cute like really cute. His body is even cute. He’s like right in the middle not super tall but not short. When u look at his face u just wanna smile. Really smooth skin like u wanna rub it, it’s like after u shave ur legs. Has big puppy dog eyes like u finna get lost in them shits sis. His hair is very nice and looks healthy, his hair kinda looks weird sometimes in photos but it really suits him irl!!! Some girl got chosen for Doyoung and Taeil to sing a song to her and Taeil sang a Bruno mars song I’m sorry I really can’t remember what it’s called but you guys know that one Bruno mars love song. His English was PRECIOUS he has a very sweet sing song voice. Everyone melted when he sang the Bruno Mars song like GODDDD boy really can sing well!! He's a super cute puppy flower boy, he gives off pretty boy vibes 🌸. He was smiling a smol cute little smile the whole time he was very precious and I just wanted to love him. Taeyong: MY FUCKING BIAS. WOOOW HES SOOO ATTRACTIVE WAS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE??? I WAS IN THE RED CARPET TAKING PICS THEN HE CAME OUT AND I JUST I PUT MY PHONE DOWN AND STARED AT HIM I HAD TO EXPERIENCE HIS BEAUTY RIGHT THERE MY MOUTH GOT FUCKING DRY AT HIS BEAUTY. Super nice skin super cute lil sweet heart trying to please everyone fan interaction every time u turn around. When he dances he GETS INTO IT his hair flops all around it's really adorable! He hits all his moves super sharp and it's very pleasing to see. He had a solo before all the other boys came out and he KILT THAT SHIT everyone was in shock because it was so good. He was very nervous and I was like abt to cry bc that's my baby and no. He was talking in English and messed up and he DID THE CUTEST SHIT EVER he just looked at the ground and started smiling and all the boys just patted his back everyone said "awww" tho so I hope that made him feel better. Really a perfectionist, tried his hardest to speak really good English, ohh boy his English voice is cuteeeeee. He kept taking his jacket off because he was gettin hot. Has nice arms, the boys weren't lying ab those veins girl u can see them from miles away, he has nice hands too. He's kinda like Taeil he's not very tall he's more on the shorter side but very nice thin pretty dancer body. He was so pretty?They had a little fan interaction wheel of fortune thingy and he kept doing all the little popular American dances he was gettin it in. On stage he's got a very sexy idgaf vibe, but in reality he's cute and quiet. A fan had the same hair color as him and when he walked by her he pointed to his hair and then hers and gave a thumbs up. In all he really works hard and you can tell he really cares for everyone especially his members, he's very nervous but once he gets past that he's super cute and wants to make sure fans have a good time. ALSO HES FUCKING GORGEOUS I CANT EXPLAIN. Johnny: BIG HES BIG TALL LEAN BUT MUSCULAR BUILD HE'S THE EPITOME OF A MAN. Very tall, I was at his elbow. He was right next to me and I almost fainted he was so hot. He has these little patches that look like irritated or inflamed skin on his left cheek near his neck and under his jaw his makeup artists covered it really well tho so I really couldn't tell. He has flawless pore less skin it looked really soft and dewy. His hair was actual sex, the pictures don't do him justice he fucking ROCKS this hair and it makes him give off sexy vibes. When I told him I loved him he gave me the sweetest smile ever and ugh I melted. Very polite baby!! Asked how everyone in my isle was doing and waved to everyone! I can't get over how nice his body was I just wanted him to wrap me up in his arms so badly they looked so strong, his body is actually pretty wide but he's lean and muscular, like he could engulf you. Bless those stylists tho bc his clothes fit him really well and he looked very cute. He's a precious pure baby in a big sexy man body, he was smiling the whole concert everyone was PIPING HIS HEAD YO. He was talking and it got quiet and he was asking the members to show something and asking the girl who got picked for the song to pick a singing member and a girl in my isle screamed "I pick you Johnny" and he couldn't contain his smile and laughter like he was cracking tf up. Every time it got quiet I would scream Johnny along with 2-3 other people in my isle and he would smile SO BIG. He was really happy, lots of Johnny stans there. His legs are big and long, when he dances you can see how big they are, he was smirking the whole cherry bomb choreo bc everyone kept screaming his name. In all he was extremely extremely handsome I wasn't ready I had no idea how handsome he was! He's so underrated please love him he deserves it. He's a cute shy baby with a sexy face and body like he would treat u so well I can just tell. I really wanna meet him again! Win win: PRINCE OF FUCKING CHINA. Huge eyes like they're half his face. Symmetrical face with very nice features. Sort of round face. Good hair, pretty doll lips. He's sort of on the shorter side and he's thin but not as thin as Taeyong. He was gettin hyped, there were a lot of win win stans with little signs and stuff. He didn't speak any English but listened very intently when Mark and Johnny and the others spoke English, you can tell he really wants to learn. I feel like he's a fast learner. Very articulate and energetic dancer, looks like he's having the time of his life on stage. Laughs at anything the members say, he really loves them. I was wearing an nct banner on my shoulders and he pointed at it and gave a heart and I thought I died for a sec. He tries to make sure every fan can see him like when they were waving goodbye he took the longest and kept stopping to wave 😂. He's a cute baby and sometimes it seems like he isn't thinking about anything? He loves being on stage and dances amazing I was so impressed by him, the other members all dance very well too. He seems very innocent and sweet, he works very hard and does a very energetic stage. Really tho he's so handsome like prince of China frfr. Jaehyun: TALL BABY! HANDSOME BABY! PRETTY BABY! MUSCULAR BABY! He really is tall, almost as tall as Johnny. Definitely most muscular in NCT he has BIG arms, you can see through his clothes how defined he is. His voice is deep, like deeper than on the actual tracks. AMAZING LIVE Singer. He sang live the whole time and everyone was amazed. He's actually very good at dancing!!! A real man!! The type of guy u wanna wife up. Shy but confident, very smiley and cute with his members. His hair is really nice I wanted to run my hands through it so bad. When he was in the isle with me he kept looking around and licking his lips 😫😫. He's really built so well and his voice sounds like honey. Actual prince. You think he looks good in pictures? Well if you see him in real life your gonna be blown back by his handsomeness. Actor like chiseled features, looks like his jawline will cut you. Big eyes, small face. He was very pale, but not extremely pale he was just very symmetrical and perfect looking, he looked like if you could create the perfect man. Overall he seemed like a cute reserved sweet heart, once again shockingly handsome and sexy but also very cute! Doyoung: BEAGLE! THIS BOY IS TALL AND CUTE! THIS BOY IS BOYFRIEND MATERIAL! He has very circular big eyes, he's pretty thin. Legs r long as fuck they look like they're his whole body. Sweet high voice when he sings, he sings very well live. When he was singing to the girl i was shocked how nice his voice really was. Cute hair, it's also kinda thin. He gives off cutesy boyfriend vibes. Aesthetic boyfriend. Model boyfriend. Very well spoken and articulate. Very chic! Once again he seems like a model or something. All his clothes looked like he was modeling them. Cute stage presence equally cute up close. He wasn't shy at all he just walked down the isle I was like damn ok. He has this sort of happy but chic aura. This boy knows what he's doing he's very good. Overall I just wanna walk through ny with him and take aesthetic pictures, such a boyfriend oml. Yuta: HANSOME! SMART! LIKE REALLY DAMN HANDSOME! He's a bias wrecker, he damn near stole my heart. Sexy boy fr tho idk if he knows how sexy he is tho. Good dancer too. DEEP DEEP VOICE FUCKKKK. His Korean is really good too. He's in the middle for height also. When he dances he thrusts his hips a lot. You know that part in the beginning of cherry bomb the "I'm the biggest hit" part? Boy was thrusting his hips super hard. Nice body, also kinda thin but somewhat muscular. Really attractive and handsome, it's like he commands your attention and leaves you wanting more. More of a smirk than a smile on stage. Cocky and sexy on and off stage, off stage he's a tiny bit more cute tho. Sexy without trying sort of dancing. Sweater paws the whole night! He wasn't sweating super bad despite his million layers of clothes. Seems like the school bad boy. Major bad boy vibes. Watch out tho bc then he'll do some cute shit and steal ur heart. Overall very sexy with a good stage presence, I feel like he's very cocky but in a good way like it's hot, MAJOR BIAS WRECKER. Mark: SUPER CUTE SUNSHINE BABY TRYING HIS BEST HE WANTS TO PLEASE YOU HES A GIFT FROM GOD! When I tell you the cutest most sweetest lil baby ever I mean it. Little baby facial features with big round eyes. His voice is surprisingly deep in real life? Tries to give bad boy sexy vibes on stage but just ends up being a cutie. PROTECT HIM. He can dance very well I would say one of the best dancers. FULL OF ENERGY THE WHOLE NIGHT. His hair was all floppy and bouncing around it was so precious. He was getting down to the wheel of fortune song like he was actually dancing really well to the random tune. He's just so super cute and smiley UGJ. He will brighten your day. He was nervous and kept stuttering in English and smiling at the floor it was cute. His English voice is so nice to hear it's like the perfect tone it just sort of flows into you ears. Bouncing around the stage the whole night. TRYING HIS ABSOLUTE HARDEST AND BEST. Really hard worker. Sweating a bit but it was cute. Everything he does is cute. Overall I jut wanna protect him and watch him grow and get more popular, he's really so lovable. Haechan: AWWWWWWW CUTE LIL BABY BOY! SOOO EXCITED AB EVERYTHING! When he dances he also bounces around. SMOL! Heart piercing smile! SMIRKING THROUGH EVERY PERFORMANCE. It's funny because he thinks he's older than he is and it's really cute. CUTE PRECIOUS BABY FAT I HOPE IT NEVR GOES AWAY. Sweet baby face and very interesting and melodic voice. I'm smiling while I write this y'all he was so cute in his little shorts. He was so fucking happy and excited just really super precious. He can dance really well too he killed his solo thingy. Really sweet baby you would never know how much of a trouble maker he was. He's really the cutest lil thing and so excited he couldn't contain it! God I just wanna protect him.

[asheespiquantpeculiarities]

Tentacle Aliens 5

“I told you not to listen to the meanie”, was whispered into my ear. And a kiss was placed behind it. The hands that had almost bruised my hips now met skin, running soothing circles on my hipbones.

I still felt tensed, but maybe, just maybe I relaxed a little bit, leaning a little against the body behind me. I was somewhat exhausted.

“You’re fine… you’re better than fine… you make the sweetest sounds when you come… might want to hear some more”, he said. And canted his hips against mine, thrusting slowly, making me feel every single one, rolling up into me.  

I barely felt it, still overstimulated, tingling all over.

“Mngh…”, I grumbled. Favours… weren’t exactly on my mind. Neither were articulate answers.

A strand of hair got pulled out of my vision, my cheek got caressed from behind.

Once again too many limbs.

Something in my mind still sounded an alert. But I felt… well fucked.

And that made me lazy. I moved my hips only slightly in rhythm. Not much. The barest minimum, getting the feeling back from numb. To… truly pleasant.

It felt like a massage.

But inside. Really appreciated how very filling he was. With every passing second, I felt the whole girth a little more, still squeezing every few seconds, without meaning to.

A good feeling. The thick head moving all the way inside, I sighed, changing the angle just slightly: “Haah~”, it was a good angle.

“That’s what I’m talking about…”, his hands moved from my hip to my stomach, caressing the lower side, rubbing circles where he wrecked havoc inside a few minutes ago, “… the best noises… and so willing to take what I give…”

Another long stroke followed and I felt it going all the way, as far as I could feel, it set another set of sparks up my spine and I moaned freely.

“You’re doing so great. Feel so sweet and slick and responsive”, he moved flush against me nibbling at my shoulder again and then… I realised there was also movement on my backside,

In my backside. How I could have missed that before was a little beyond me, but there was… there certainly was… was something. Moving in and out.

Perfectly timed with the other… the…

“… it… it certainly…”, I wriggled my hips back into the thrusts, getting the most of the sensation. It went so deep, I couldn’t even…

My breath now already came out in tune with the slow waves. A shivery sigh every second one. If it hit a nerve. If the bulbs going in were especially close, getting me even tighter, it made my brain feel like being dipped in goo. All pleased and filled and-

“Just like that… take it all in… take it aaaall iiiin…”, he murmured.

And the alert got louder, fighting the pleasure.

I closed my mouth – hadn’t noticed – and shook my head: “W-what, you can’t-“

I whimpered. It got more intense again.

He smirked against my skin: “That is what you want… being all filled up and stuffed”

His hands pressed against my belly. Immediately tightening everything else: “Aaahhh”, this complaint came out much more like a groan than I wanted.

It’s just that he was still moving inside twice and now it just… was more prominent.

“… doing well, stretching out nicely…”, he rubbed soothing circles where he just pressed down, making me feel… weight. Made me feel how I was… filled.

The head. Going all the way in. But never got out. The long strokes – like this one, slow and deliberate and so good and… fuck -those… that was… something. A something now inside me. And it got more and: “You can’t, you can’t do that, we’re not meant to… to…”

I stared down, still wearing pants.

And… now I even… felt them. The fabric rubbing against me. With every breath, it rubbed against it.

He ignored me: “You have such smooth skin”, he moved over it as well, only gentler. It didn’t make it better.

I had a feeling the bulbs got bigger. That I was stuffed more, faster. Or it just felt more.

“… It’s getting more taut, more… sensitive, mh?”, he ran his fingernails over it and I twitched, I heard his smirk when he said: “Looks like it”, and he went back to stroking.

I now also felt how my skin pulled on itself, a little, like having eaten too much. The fabric chaved with every movement now. I tried to wriggle away, to get any relieve like that, only succeeding in making me feel more uncomfortable. The buttons at the side pressed into me, cold metal making me hiss.

“Oh, oh, lovely, I do apologise”, a hand wandered to the side, moving the press stud away from my skin, opening it at one side. The other… followed suit without his help, simply popping open.

“Nh”, I felt immediate relief, but the fact stayed: My – fairly big – pants were too small? Panic was starting to settle in, shivers. There was nothing I could do about this, there was something pumped into me that made me feel heavier. And the one doing it sighed into my ear, murmuring: “… didn’t mean to cage you”

And I wanted to scream and shout, but I didn’t know how much I should move, seeing how my skin prickled and there were hands on me and-

“Love to see how far you can go”, and something in his voice made me snap.

“NO!”, I yelled, struggled in his arms, pulled away, pulled at my arms, my legs, threw the whole weight of my belly. Get away, hurt him, do something, this was not natural, good lord in heaven, this was terrible, whatever this was, he couldn’t do that, can’t!

And it hurt, it hurt, good lord. And the hands brought me back against him, held me, rubbed a tear – there were tears?! – away, looking at me, upside down. “Sh, sh sh sh… calm. Calm… you’re fine. You’re fine”, he held me close, looked directly at me, held my shoulders.

“You’re going to be fine. I promise. Promise”, he kissed my forehead, then returned to his place behind me, kissed my neck, laid his hands flat on my stomach, rubbing slow circles.

“… no need to panic… you’re well, you’re good… nothing bad will happen to you…”

The pain went away, the nausea, too. His voice was… calming. Almost hypnotic.

Maybe I was just… a little shaken. A litt-

“… no”, I gasped, feeling movement again, feeling how slow roils went inside me again.

Shaking, receiving kisses on my neck, my shoulders, the gentlest of touches on my stomach.

“You love it, though… there’s just no room”, I was still shaking, but felt the movements, felt everything more intense, more gravely than usual, and he fit so perfectly. Going beyond that, too.

He unhooked the last closing mechanisms of my dungarees and the front fell down. It did feel better.

My nipples weren’t rubbing against the fabric anymore. I let out a sigh of relief, sinking in on myself.

The weight pressed directly on my organs, making me and him moan.

“… not… not only gorgeous… just feeling so good around me”, the motions continued, thrust after thrust, even a little shivery on his side.

Not that I had it any better. This size. This size was worrysome.

“Stage of a five-month-pregnancy reached”

I was mortified.

Hands ran over my now free belly, carefully: “… looks and feels amazing”, he pressed down the tiniest bit, “… heavy with child… all woman and so good”, and I moaned.

It felt tight. Tight and heavy and I couldn’t move, could only settle for the rhythm, skin taut and feeling like bursting, only growing tighter.

“I could fuck you for days, god”, he got the tiniest bit faster, my belly now jiggling with every thrust, he held it up from below. It made my head spin, confusing the pain with pleasure.

“Seven month pregnancy”, was jotted down. I barely heard it.

There was a rush in my ears. Everything was a bit too much, my movements getting jerky, as little as I could do, and then he pressed as deep as he could from both sides, pressing down on my full, tight belly and groaned into my ear and everything went white a second time. A long time.

Too intense and too fast and too much pressure all at once. My whole body spasmed.

And after this finally subsided, I took a deep breath and the moaning sound finally disappeared.

Ah. That was me, then.

I still shivered.

But this time, my arms got released, my legs were let go, the tension leaving them, leaving my whole body.

I got to lean back, lay down, feel arms on my back.

“Sleep… you’ve earned it…”, was whispered in a hushed voice. And so my eyes fell closed.

[krs724490]

7/19/19

There’s a lot of change that’s about to happen and I’ve found myself scrambling to prepare for it although I know that there’s no way to truly prepare and I just have to let it happen. I know that this is the most prevalent in my relationship with Dan. I feel so confused and torn. Part of me loves him so much that I just cant. He is the sweetest man. He has such a kind heart. He loves me an insane amount and would move mountains for me. He shows his love in the best ways. He’s affectionate and fun and enthusiastic. He’s super positive and optimistic. He cares about health. He’s willing to see things from my perspective and overall he just wants to make me happy. 

And then the other part of me loves freedom. I keep going back to the feeling I had after breaking up with Collin. Like the biggest weight had been lifted off of my shoulders and I was free to be whatever/whoever the fuck I wanted to be. I didn’t have to answer to anyone. I didn’t have to report back. It was the best feeling and it allowed me to embrace being at Michigan even more.

I’m worried the same thing will happen in Denver with Dan. I don’t want to feel limited by the fact that I’m in a relationship. I don’t want to have to keep him posted. I don’t want him to take up so much of my energy because I still have him around. I want to be free to make my own schedule and not feel obligated to hang out with him. Just being around him I feel lazier and like I want to work less. I want to go to yoga and the gym and have me time. I don’t want him to linger. I already know that I’ll get frustrated and wont be my best self. Which is really sad to say.

I’ve been working on my confidence and speaking up, saying what I mean. I think I did it very well when we were packing up Dan’s apartment and I said ya know what no. This is not what I want and I am not doing this. I spoke with clarity and conviction. It reminded me of the way Hannah spoke when she broke up with Luke P on bachelorette. She was SO confidence and so well spoken. She said exactly what she felt. She said “I am light” and she refused to let Luke make her feel like she was any less than that. It was so admirable and refreshing to see a woman express herself so articulately and so confidently and to see her stick to her gut with such conviction. She didn’t allow him to weasle his way back in. That’s something that I struggle with. I feel like I’m a little passive when I deal with people and I know that everyone wins the more direct and honest you are with each other. So I know that I should speak my mind more exactly. Hannah really inspires me to do that and to be honest and to go search for what I want in a partner with conviction and to not let up until i find it. I just feel really empowered and ppl shit on the bachelorette but I feel like I’ve learned from it.

I also want to shout out to Olivia Pope for being a strong bad ass women. I’ve found a lot of inspiration from watching her as a character. She’s confident in her skills and knowledge and walks around with such grace and conviction. I hope that I cultivate those skills.

Back to Dan.. all of that being said I need to speak my mind with him and tell him exactly what I think about our situation. It’s tough because I don’t want to upset him or make him feel like I don’t care. I want to be that person that says ya know I value our relationship so much that I just want to build a life with you. But I CANT say that because he has just proven to me that he’s not a trustworthy person. and i need to start building my own life and i know it. so no matter how difficult it is I pray that i can speak my truth to him with conviction and not let him convince me to backtrack on how im actually feeling.

I think im going to tell him that he needs to buy a plane ticket and that I’m still upset about what happened with him the other day. it has not gone forgotten. and because he is so wishy washy I don’t want to just give him my whole life and let it revolve around him. it doesn’t feel right. 

it feels like im closing myself off to the fun and opportunity that this place has to offer me if I’m not fully embracing it and there with the people I meet. it feels wrong in my gut. I don’t want to be on my phone updating him, texting him and worrying about him when I’m with other people. I want to go get lunch with just the girls and not feel obligated to invite him because he’s there. I want to be my own person. I don’t want my roommates to be uncomfy coming up to my room and talking to me because he’s there. I want to feel like I can go to yoga and go workout the whole night and not have to hang out with him. I don’t like the lazy lets just lay around feeling that I get when I’m with him all the time. I like to be moving and he makes me just want to lay down. i want to establish good healthy habits early and i dont know that hell allow me to do that.

[cynthiajayusa]

‘Schitt’s Creek’ Creator Dan Levy Talks Queer Journey

Oh, sure, Dan Levy gets excited. Really, he does! The sparkle may not be written on his face – cherubic, distinguished, writerly; one with features much like his actor-dad, Eugene Levy – but inside you can bet he’s screaming. It’s a Canadian thing.

Our conversation takes place on a day in mid December, the day after Pop TV’s Schitt’s Creek, his farcical and heartfelt sitcom about a family stripped of their riches that is lovingly created as a gift to this godforsaken world with his father, has picked up a Critics’ Choice nod for Best Comedy Series and Levy is screaming. Really!

“We have a limit to how excited we can be about ourselves,” he says, snickering. He continues, Canadian-modesty fully intact: “But it’s a thrill.”

The thrill humbly extended to a tweet written by the out 35-year-old conveying gratitude for the show’s recent wins when GALECA: The Society of LGBTQ Entertainment Critics awarded Schitt’s Creek with two honors, TV Comedy of the Year and Unsung TV Show of the Year, during their annual Dorian Awards. (Full, proud disclosure: I’m a member, and I voted for Schitt’s Creek in both categories.)

Get Levy talking about Mariah Carey – the diva inspiration for one of season 4’s sweetest and gayest lines, pertaining to his onscreen boyfriend, Patrick (Noah Reid) – and he won’t stop screaming. We spoke about the Elusive Chanteuse’s prominent place on Schitt’s Creek and about what’s in store for his lovably dramatic character, David Rose, mom Moira (Catherine O’Hara), dad Johnny (Eugene Levy) and sister Alexis (Annie Murphy) in season 5. Plus, this season’s coming out story that Levy says was an emotional shoot and “my proudest episode.”

I was feeling such disappointment when the Golden Globes and the Emmys didn’t acknowledge Schitt’s Creek yet again this year. So, this Critics’ Choice nod must feel like, “Finally, awards committees are catching up to the rest of the world.”

Slowly but surely we’re cracking into that illustrious group of shows that get nominated for things and it’s a wonderful feeling. We’re a very small show, and I think for very small shows that don’t necessarily have huge resources to promote themselves for award consideration, a nomination from the critics at this point is fantastic. It means it’s been word-of-mouth, and I think the fact that we are also streaming on Netflix has cracked us open to an entirely new and different audience as well.

And listen, our team, first and foremost, just wants to tell really interesting stories and wants to have fun when we go to work every day, and that has always been the goal for me as someone who’s running the show. The minute you start to look outside and think, “Oh, we’re being recognized for this; people are putting us on lists,” it’s wonderful but it can really change the experience of making your show. Suddenly you’re more concerned about, “Are things living up to the standards that the media have kindly set for us?” And that can be really intimidating.

So I try not to pay attention as much as I possibly can; especially when we’re making our show, I try to disengage from all of that so we can really focus on what’s ultimately going to serve our characters. But I’m not gonna lie: It’s been a joy over the past couple of years to see our show up there in the ranks of other shows that I have long admired myself. So I’m just ultimately bursting with pride for our team.

How are the Roses coping with each other during season 5?

Season 4 was a really emotional chapter in this family’s trajectory and we were able to really peel back some layers and show a lot of growth. Season 5 is really about having fun. The guards are down a little bit, which means we can have more fun with our characters, we can put them in stranger situations.

We tried our best to pair characters this season with characters that have never been paired before and really take stories outside of the box and expand our world a little bit, so this season was always intended to be the shiniest and brightest and boldest we’ve ever done. But I’m just really excited because there’s so much in store in season 5. It’s bursting with life and joy and I can’t wait for, particularly, a few episodes.

David does a lot of things this season that, for me, as a gay kid growing up, were horrifying: tree-climbing, baseball. What was your favorite David adventure to shoot this season?

The fun thing about David is he’s someone who has put on such a front for so long that he has really, over the course of his two years in this town, allowed himself to just get in better touch with himself and expose himself to vulnerability in ways that he never would have. So something like the first episode of season 5 (laughs) – constantly feeling the need to prove his relationship and how far he’s willing to go for it – was really fun. I mean, the day was grueling and I was stuck up there (in the trees) for, I think, seven hours…

So by the end of the shoot, your face was David’s. You weren’t even acting anymore.

(Laughs) The character and me as a person really came together in those moments. But yeah, I would say the excitement of our first episode back is really an indicator of what’s to come.

I can’t believe these characters are just now trying on Moira’s wigs. How did that not already happen?

The idea was, for us, that she needed to be on a totally different continent in order for David and Alexis to even dare touch that wall, because of all the things, all the buttons you can press with Moira, those wigs are everything (laughs). So we thought it could be really fun, considering no one’s ever tried them on. And we never ever really touched it, but that was really out of respect for Moira, who was holding court in her home. Now that she’s away we can all sort of have some fun with it, and getting to select which wig we got was a really fun process too. I tried on that little blunt, blonde wig that I wear in the episode and thought, “Well, this could be good for my real life!”

Will there be more Mariah stuff? And also, how much Mariah is played on set?

A lot of Mariah is played just in my life, which seeps into my professional life. She tweeted about the show last year after the Mariah Carey reference in our season 4 finale.

You recently celebrated that tweet’s anniversary on your IG.

I’ll be celebrating that anniversary for years to come. I lost it. There’s been some amazing people who’ve said some wonderful things about the show, but the Mariah Carey tweet, to me, was like, I don’t even know how to process that. I think back to being a teenager, putting up Mariah Carey posters on my bedroom walls. It was a full-circle moment.

The last time we chatted you told me that one episode in particular this season made you cry. Why is it so meaningful to you?

It’s a layered thing. I find it sometimes quite emotional to be in the position that I am in, to be able to tell queer stories and show them on a mass scale, to write moments and stories, and in this particular case a love story, that seems to really affect people. It’s hard not to think back to a time in your life where you didn’t have that kind of freedom. For me, I think back to high school when I was still in the closet and wondering if I would ever be able to live out in the open. To now be in the position that I am, getting to write what I find to be a really lovely queer romance that millions of people get to watch, it’s quite profound.

And how about the episode’s impact on you?

It’s a particular moment that I had to write that is something that most queer people go through and articulating that, dramatizing that, is just a very meaningful episode for me and for a character in our show. It’s a coming out episode. So getting to write that and trying to find a way around that kind of story that’s been told several times in film and television and literature, finding a dynamic way into that story and out of that story, was probably the greatest joy and challenge I’ve had as a writer for TV. And now that we’ve cut and polished the episode it’s my proudest episode we’ve done as a show.

Given that you understand the weight of this show on your audience, I’m guessing David and Patrick will never break up.

(Laughs) Um, I don’t ever want them to, but you never know what happens. All I know is that we do understand what our fans are enjoying and we certainly wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize their loyalty.

It’s the first successful relationship I’ve had in a while and it’s not even mine.

Funnily enough, me too.

For the Schitt’s Creek: Up Close & Personal tour, you and some cast members are touring various U.S. cities. How did the idea for the tour start and are there any Tina Turner musical numbers?

(Laughs) The idea for the tour started mainly because I think so much of the success of our show is based on the enthusiasm and the word-of-mouth that has come from our fans. And the feedback that I’ve received from our fans has been so much more than, “We love your show”; it’s long letters about how this show has provided sort of a safe space, a happy space, a joyful space in dark times. We seem to have a relationship with the people who watch our show and love our show that is slightly deeper than I think the relationship that a lot of people have with the shows that they watch on TV.

Shooting the show in Canada, we don’t ever really have access to a lot of our fans. We shoot for three months out of the year and the rest of the time is me editing or writing the show, and a lot of the response and feedback we got from fans was a desire to interact with the cast, and so we started developing this idea. It’s a Q-and-A, it’s very casual. We show some things we’ve never shown before, we show some behind-the-scenes stuff, we show some bloopers, and there may or may not be a musical performance that may or may not involve a Tina Turner song sung by someone who may or may not play my boyfriend on a television show (laughs). But for us, it’s a great way for us to meet our fans and for the fans to come and say hi in person. We did our first in Los Angeles a little while ago and it was incredible. There was so much love in the room.

Regarding the writing, do you think in terms of meme-able moments in the writers’ room?

No, no! In fact, there was some kind of Instagram sticker – you know the GIF stickers you can use? There’s one of Moira that apparently had like a billion views or something insane, and I’m always sort of amazed how people have taken moments from our show and turned them into these little internet memes, because when we’re writing we never really think about that. But it’s quite an expressive show (laughs), so I understand how it would be very easy to take some reactions from our cast and make some sort of universal reactions of disgust or confusion.

I used your face when I was disappointed by the Golden Globe nominations.

(Laughs) I’m so happy that I could be there for you in that time.

Has working on this show and writing queer characters with your dad bonded you in ways you didn’t expect it to?

I honestly don’t know, actually. The show has been sort of wonderful in the sense that we have been put in a position where we get to see each other every day. I think just going through the experience of making this show and seeing its success has been a wonderful thing for the two of us.

There are just times in your life when things happen that you’ll never forget and you know that you’re sort of in the middle of doing something quite special and lasting, so I know that whatever I do after this show, we’ll always have this time together, we’ll always have this sort of chapter of our lives that we got to immortalize on screen, which is quite lovely.

source https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2019/02/28/schitts-creek-creator-dan-levy-talks-queer-journey/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazin.blogspot.com/2019/02/schitts-creek-creator-dan-levy-talks.html

[demitgibbs]

‘Schitt’s Creek’ Creator Dan Levy Talks Queer Journey

Oh, sure, Dan Levy gets excited. Really, he does! The sparkle may not be written on his face – cherubic, distinguished, writerly; one with features much like his actor-dad, Eugene Levy – but inside you can bet he’s screaming. It’s a Canadian thing.

Our conversation takes place on a day in mid December, the day after Pop TV’s Schitt’s Creek, his farcical and heartfelt sitcom about a family stripped of their riches that is lovingly created as a gift to this godforsaken world with his father, has picked up a Critics’ Choice nod for Best Comedy Series and Levy is screaming. Really!

“We have a limit to how excited we can be about ourselves,” he says, snickering. He continues, Canadian-modesty fully intact: “But it’s a thrill.”

The thrill humbly extended to a tweet written by the out 35-year-old conveying gratitude for the show’s recent wins when GALECA: The Society of LGBTQ Entertainment Critics awarded Schitt’s Creek with two honors, TV Comedy of the Year and Unsung TV Show of the Year, during their annual Dorian Awards. (Full, proud disclosure: I’m a member, and I voted for Schitt’s Creek in both categories.)

Get Levy talking about Mariah Carey – the diva inspiration for one of season 4’s sweetest and gayest lines, pertaining to his onscreen boyfriend, Patrick (Noah Reid) – and he won’t stop screaming. We spoke about the Elusive Chanteuse’s prominent place on Schitt’s Creek and about what’s in store for his lovably dramatic character, David Rose, mom Moira (Catherine O’Hara), dad Johnny (Eugene Levy) and sister Alexis (Annie Murphy) in season 5. Plus, this season’s coming out story that Levy says was an emotional shoot and “my proudest episode.”

I was feeling such disappointment when the Golden Globes and the Emmys didn’t acknowledge Schitt’s Creek yet again this year. So, this Critics’ Choice nod must feel like, “Finally, awards committees are catching up to the rest of the world.”

Slowly but surely we’re cracking into that illustrious group of shows that get nominated for things and it’s a wonderful feeling. We’re a very small show, and I think for very small shows that don’t necessarily have huge resources to promote themselves for award consideration, a nomination from the critics at this point is fantastic. It means it’s been word-of-mouth, and I think the fact that we are also streaming on Netflix has cracked us open to an entirely new and different audience as well.

And listen, our team, first and foremost, just wants to tell really interesting stories and wants to have fun when we go to work every day, and that has always been the goal for me as someone who’s running the show. The minute you start to look outside and think, “Oh, we’re being recognized for this; people are putting us on lists,” it’s wonderful but it can really change the experience of making your show. Suddenly you’re more concerned about, “Are things living up to the standards that the media have kindly set for us?” And that can be really intimidating.

So I try not to pay attention as much as I possibly can; especially when we’re making our show, I try to disengage from all of that so we can really focus on what’s ultimately going to serve our characters. But I’m not gonna lie: It’s been a joy over the past couple of years to see our show up there in the ranks of other shows that I have long admired myself. So I’m just ultimately bursting with pride for our team.

How are the Roses coping with each other during season 5?

Season 4 was a really emotional chapter in this family’s trajectory and we were able to really peel back some layers and show a lot of growth. Season 5 is really about having fun. The guards are down a little bit, which means we can have more fun with our characters, we can put them in stranger situations.

We tried our best to pair characters this season with characters that have never been paired before and really take stories outside of the box and expand our world a little bit, so this season was always intended to be the shiniest and brightest and boldest we’ve ever done. But I’m just really excited because there’s so much in store in season 5. It’s bursting with life and joy and I can’t wait for, particularly, a few episodes.

David does a lot of things this season that, for me, as a gay kid growing up, were horrifying: tree-climbing, baseball. What was your favorite David adventure to shoot this season?

The fun thing about David is he’s someone who has put on such a front for so long that he has really, over the course of his two years in this town, allowed himself to just get in better touch with himself and expose himself to vulnerability in ways that he never would have. So something like the first episode of season 5 (laughs) – constantly feeling the need to prove his relationship and how far he’s willing to go for it – was really fun. I mean, the day was grueling and I was stuck up there (in the trees) for, I think, seven hours…

So by the end of the shoot, your face was David’s. You weren’t even acting anymore.

(Laughs) The character and me as a person really came together in those moments. But yeah, I would say the excitement of our first episode back is really an indicator of what’s to come.

I can’t believe these characters are just now trying on Moira’s wigs. How did that not already happen?

The idea was, for us, that she needed to be on a totally different continent in order for David and Alexis to even dare touch that wall, because of all the things, all the buttons you can press with Moira, those wigs are everything (laughs). So we thought it could be really fun, considering no one’s ever tried them on. And we never ever really touched it, but that was really out of respect for Moira, who was holding court in her home. Now that she’s away we can all sort of have some fun with it, and getting to select which wig we got was a really fun process too. I tried on that little blunt, blonde wig that I wear in the episode and thought, “Well, this could be good for my real life!”

Will there be more Mariah stuff? And also, how much Mariah is played on set?

A lot of Mariah is played just in my life, which seeps into my professional life. She tweeted about the show last year after the Mariah Carey reference in our season 4 finale.

You recently celebrated that tweet’s anniversary on your IG.

I’ll be celebrating that anniversary for years to come. I lost it. There’s been some amazing people who’ve said some wonderful things about the show, but the Mariah Carey tweet, to me, was like, I don’t even know how to process that. I think back to being a teenager, putting up Mariah Carey posters on my bedroom walls. It was a full-circle moment.

The last time we chatted you told me that one episode in particular this season made you cry. Why is it so meaningful to you?

It’s a layered thing. I find it sometimes quite emotional to be in the position that I am in, to be able to tell queer stories and show them on a mass scale, to write moments and stories, and in this particular case a love story, that seems to really affect people. It’s hard not to think back to a time in your life where you didn’t have that kind of freedom. For me, I think back to high school when I was still in the closet and wondering if I would ever be able to live out in the open. To now be in the position that I am, getting to write what I find to be a really lovely queer romance that millions of people get to watch, it’s quite profound.

And how about the episode’s impact on you?

It’s a particular moment that I had to write that is something that most queer people go through and articulating that, dramatizing that, is just a very meaningful episode for me and for a character in our show. It’s a coming out episode. So getting to write that and trying to find a way around that kind of story that’s been told several times in film and television and literature, finding a dynamic way into that story and out of that story, was probably the greatest joy and challenge I’ve had as a writer for TV. And now that we’ve cut and polished the episode it’s my proudest episode we’ve done as a show.

Given that you understand the weight of this show on your audience, I’m guessing David and Patrick will never break up.

(Laughs) Um, I don’t ever want them to, but you never know what happens. All I know is that we do understand what our fans are enjoying and we certainly wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize their loyalty.

It’s the first successful relationship I’ve had in a while and it’s not even mine.

Funnily enough, me too.

For the Schitt’s Creek: Up Close & Personal tour, you and some cast members are touring various U.S. cities. How did the idea for the tour start and are there any Tina Turner musical numbers?

(Laughs) The idea for the tour started mainly because I think so much of the success of our show is based on the enthusiasm and the word-of-mouth that has come from our fans. And the feedback that I’ve received from our fans has been so much more than, “We love your show”; it’s long letters about how this show has provided sort of a safe space, a happy space, a joyful space in dark times. We seem to have a relationship with the people who watch our show and love our show that is slightly deeper than I think the relationship that a lot of people have with the shows that they watch on TV.

Shooting the show in Canada, we don’t ever really have access to a lot of our fans. We shoot for three months out of the year and the rest of the time is me editing or writing the show, and a lot of the response and feedback we got from fans was a desire to interact with the cast, and so we started developing this idea. It’s a Q-and-A, it’s very casual. We show some things we’ve never shown before, we show some behind-the-scenes stuff, we show some bloopers, and there may or may not be a musical performance that may or may not involve a Tina Turner song sung by someone who may or may not play my boyfriend on a television show (laughs). But for us, it’s a great way for us to meet our fans and for the fans to come and say hi in person. We did our first in Los Angeles a little while ago and it was incredible. There was so much love in the room.

Regarding the writing, do you think in terms of meme-able moments in the writers’ room?

No, no! In fact, there was some kind of Instagram sticker – you know the GIF stickers you can use? There’s one of Moira that apparently had like a billion views or something insane, and I’m always sort of amazed how people have taken moments from our show and turned them into these little internet memes, because when we’re writing we never really think about that. But it’s quite an expressive show (laughs), so I understand how it would be very easy to take some reactions from our cast and make some sort of universal reactions of disgust or confusion.

I used your face when I was disappointed by the Golden Globe nominations.

(Laughs) I’m so happy that I could be there for you in that time.

Has working on this show and writing queer characters with your dad bonded you in ways you didn’t expect it to?

I honestly don’t know, actually. The show has been sort of wonderful in the sense that we have been put in a position where we get to see each other every day. I think just going through the experience of making this show and seeing its success has been a wonderful thing for the two of us.

There are just times in your life when things happen that you’ll never forget and you know that you’re sort of in the middle of doing something quite special and lasting, so I know that whatever I do after this show, we’ll always have this time together, we’ll always have this sort of chapter of our lives that we got to immortalize on screen, which is quite lovely.

from Hotspots! Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.com/2019/02/28/schitts-creek-creator-dan-levy-talks-queer-journey/ from Hot Spots Magazine https://hotspotsmagazine.tumblr.com/post/183119013920

[forcemeanakin]

Indy, my love, you left me with no choice but to pour my heart out to you once more, because GOD weren't you the sweetest!!!!!

this reblog is one of the most thoughtful, sweetest, kindest things ive ever read. AND I DID IT? SHUT UP. SHUT UP. WHAT AN HONOR!!!

genuinely it is my favorite thing to hear about what worked within a fic. Everything works tbh you are so amazing babe

considering i've written my entire life IT SHOWS GOD I love you vocabulary and the way everything flows

i consider my own work with very high regard and hold myself to a standard when i write a piece and this one was one of my favorites. to hear that you daydreamed about THTM is insanely flattering (i do hope your grade is not suffering bcos of me) It didn't! Don't worry! But my brain was absolutely fried by the word schutta for the following month. True story.

"i was actually moved to tears." and "moves me in a way i can't articulate" bro I'm so fucking happy that I made you this happy. I love you srsly

"i'm very protective of it" babe I'm here for you, I'm front line soldier for this masterpiece.

"you delivered oh my god you delivered. what a wonderful wonderful gift" You're very welcome!!!! I shall do this more often, I loved everything about this exercise :)

thats one of my favorite actions in the piece. ugh. god. SO PERFECT.

your petition for me to write a piece about anakin overcharging you for something you cant pay for so youre forced to pay him back with your body... i will take it under consideration. *bow downs like a server in one of those old movies from Middle Age* thank you my lord

had me fucking grinning. why was this so hot and cute omg

i love writing those details bcos im such a dick rider irl i love dicks in the right context and i also love sucking on tongue like im sucking dick I swearrr AHH ME TOO. (I need to try the sucking tongue like that trick once I met someone worthy of my acquired slutiness)

"this made me laugh hard" highest motherfucking compliment

i love that you referenced my humping drabble bcos i love that piece so much and i too loveee humping goddd i love it sm One of my favorite pieces from your page, hands down

the one quote you loved enough to make the text bigger and just write a sentence about how much you loved it ugh!!! that is the shit mina!!!! this is so amazing i fucking love this !!!! I still think it was not big enough, I seriously loved it!!! I fucking melted and I'm not using the world lightly!!!

the two quotes about him calling you his hole and fucking it til you cry,,, and then the one about turning you off so he could fuck an even tighter hole.. those were prolly my two favorite lines and i love that you picked them out I could feel the passion behind the writing, and I think that is was makes a fic so lovable and unique. Through all of it, really, I can feel your essence, Indy. I can feel how much you care and it makes me care. This is what writing is about; even if it's fan fiction smut. Genius.

this. is. the. best. news. i love introducing ppl to shit oh my fucking god. BRO I DISCOVERED SO MANY KINKS BECAUSE OF YOU. Infidelity kink is on my top 5 because of the picture perfect au, on god

this line had me in fucking stitches both times i read it i was laughing and doubling over no lie its so fucking funny im laughing about it still while writing about it Now I'm blushing so hard, I feel so validated by you, god it's embarrassing

i loved your obsessive rant. i loved it so much i had to respond to your comments bcos i needed you to know a little bit about how much i love and appreciate it. your input is always always enjoyed and encouraged and youve thoroughly stroked my ego im so vain this was like christmas morning. thank you, i cant thank you enough really, for reading and enjoying my work. saying its one of the best things youve ever read is high fucking praise and i dont accept that compliment lightly, i really appreciate your kind words. reach out to me on discord at any time, seriously. you could stop talking to me for years and still reach out to me on discord randomly ill never be mad. thank you again. You're very welcome!!! Like I said, I really enjoyed doing this. It gives the commentary space that sometimes I lack on Tumblr and the fact that you love it only makes it so much more special!!! I really want to do this with another one of your pieces. I think about wishful thinking about once a day AT LEAST, so maybe I'll hit that one next. Or the original THTM because GODDAMN, well you already know how I feel about it. Or maybe Pacifying because that fic is the most wonderful gift someone could have ever given me!!! <3

love you indy have a great night!

❝𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐞❞

anakin skywalker x fem!reader

prompt: supplied by @xstarkillerx | masterlist

summary: after a market mishap, anakin gives you a more personal lesson in how to speak his native language.

MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 3k | character(s): anakin skywalker

notes:

semi-inspired by my past work “talk huttese to me” but it is not required reading to understand this piece.

warnings: size difference, anakin lowkey babying you and then degrading the fuck out of you, you know a little huttese, anakin gets a little degraded too, vag fingering, some choking (f receiving), anakin being a mean sadist, overstimulation, squirting, anakin’s exhibits his piss kink interest, dacryphilia, edging, dumbification, no use of y/n i think

“Keep up.” Anakin chastises you, and you obey, increasing your pace to meet his monstrous strides, struggling to maintain his speed. “I want to make this quick.” 

“I don’t know if I know enough—“ you protest, glancing at your feet to avoid tripping over the rippled sand. 

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’ve been doing well.” he insists, his hand instinctively guiding you by the small of your back. “I’ll be right behind you.” The day breeze is warm, but it’s Anakin’s touch that burns you. Timidly responding with a complacent confirmation despite your doubts. 

Open-aired bodegas line the street, merchants with goods to sell wait for willing customers. Anakin had warned you about the demographic of Tatooine, but you’d expected far meaner appearances. Bashful still, your gaze turns to Anakin uneasily, who greets you with his kind eyes, and uncharacteristic patience. 

“Yes?” he says softly, and you feel like retreating into his arms. 

“What are we looking for again?” your tone, feathery light, causes your lover to lend his ear to you so as to hear you over the rustle of passersby. You repeat yourself, shyer than before in response to his abrupt proximity. 

He maintains that closeness, retracting only to look into your eyes. “An aeromagnifier.” A pause, so he adds, “Do you remember how to say it?” 

In this moment, you feel ashamed to admit how much you like when he babies you like this. “Yes, yes, I remember.” 

“Alright, this way.” His metal hand hooks around your waist, and you approach a man at his seat. Out of the options, he seemed the sleaziest by far, which did not assuage your nerves. “Go on,” he encourages in a whisper so only you can hear it, allowing you to step forward without him. 

The vendor notices you, and immediately turns on the artificial charm. A wide, toothy and yellowed grin, peering at you with his enlarged red eyes through bifocals attached to his head in meticulous machinery. “Hello, welcome, welcome,” he says in a rasp, and you can smell the cigarette he smoked prior to this engagement. 

“Hi,” The only formal greeting you know in Huttese, and you pray it suffices for proper engagement. 

“Ah, the little lady speaks my language. Should’ve known. Little lady, what can I do for you? What are you looking for?” 

You glance back at Anakin, who goads you with a chastening expression. As if to say that you can’t back out now. You pivot your attention back to the merchant clasping his gold-ringed fingers in anticipation. 

“Perhaps, the lady does not know what she searches for…?” he trails off, awaiting you to finish the sentence for him.

“No, no. I know what to do.” you reply, but is it to convince you or him? Your knowledge in Huttese is limited to predictable small talk and basic commands. You’re trying to keep it as simple as possible, and luckily he talks slow enough for you to understand him, repeating lots of words that help your context clues. “I need an aeromagnifier. The one there-'' You point to its location. “There.” 

“Yes, yes, this one, this one. I see.” The vendor recedes to the back of his shop, shaded by his canopy hanging overhead, and retrieves it, bringing it to the light to present it to you. He gestures to it with a tantalizing flutter of his fingers down its figure. “Good taste, good taste. This one, little lady, is two-fifty. Two-fifty nothing less.” 

“Two-fifty?” 

“Two-fifty, two-fifty. Nothing more, nothing less. Two-fifty.” 

“That… um, I don’t understand.”

The merchant lets his act slip marginally, enough for you to note it, but only to decide he must’ve enacted his contempt because of your unreasonable phrasing. You’re floundering, you must be. “What’s there to not understand? How do you not understand?” 

“No two-fifty. Too much?” Suddenly, your knowledge of Huttese is dissipating out of fear. Unable to properly convey your disagreement when the price isn’t what you thought it’d be. 

“‘Too much’—? How ‘too much’—?” 

The conversation makes your hands sweat, wondering if you did something wrong. No sooner do you turn to search for Anakin’s help when he meets the vendor at the table, at the ready for your rescue. When he interjects, you barely keep up to how quickly they talk. 

“Choy tay saka ‘ton-sin’? Mi wat do suzun nawee eet raun, kung. Ton-sin’d do karkin’ moocha. Soong wanga—“ You get every other word, something about being a thief, “to steal” specifically. You furrow your brows, attempting your best to follow the discussion. 

“Wanga-threnten!” The merchant declares, holding his finger up to Anakin’s face, who promptly pushes it out of his way. 

“Tagwa, deetso eff chuba noah moocha. Wanga mo noah, sleemo.” Decisive as always, Anakin silences his opponent with his confidence. From what you gathered, Anakin gave him an ultimatum. The price as one, instead of two-fifty. 

The vendor, reluctantly, concedes with a flapping of his hand to signal to Anakin to calm down. Dramatizing the situation because Anakin had been atypically placid the entire exchange. The way he took control of the situation and forced someone to yield so determinately, had you rubbing your legs together. You’re addicted to this personification he takes on when he speaks his native language. 

Anakin turns his attention to you, and you jump in place when he addresses you, having been too entranced to realize your own presence. “Go ahead and pay him, baby.” He eyes you through his brows, softening his voice, “Did you get all that?” 

“Just one, right?” you confirm, collecting five wupiupi pieces to give to the grumbling merchant. 

As Anakin guides you away with the aeromagnifier in possession, you hear a phrase you could never mistake. “E chu ta!” the vendor calls after the two of you. ‘Fuck you!’ he’d said. 

Anakin hollers over his shoulder, “Chuba ta, maya punchee.” You too, weak-minded friend.

You chuckle to yourself. 

“Should’ve known they’d try to take advantage of me. I mean, the guy talked to me like I was stupid- and I was actually grateful for it.” you relay to Anakin, wryly grinning about the ordeal as you wash your hair. Suds pouring down the column of your neck to trail around your naked body. Wiping soap from your eyes, you open them to gauge your lover’s reaction. There’s a smile on his face you cannot place, whether it’s endearment, or meant to be demeaning, you didn’t know. 

“I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t. Pretty little thing like you?” he teased, moistening his lips and advancing on you playfully. You absorbed his subtle bump, curbing your instinct to scold him since you like when he talks down to you. “I would’ve tried to take advantage of you too.” 

A comfortable silence follows while you stare up at him with stars in your dilated pupils, hot water rinsing your hair. He holds your gaze faithfully, and you break it before you lose yourself in him. “I thought I did pretty good.” you praise yourself to change the subject from the idea of Anakin having his way with you, from the fantasy that he’d overcharge you for a product and when you can’t pay your way out you sell your body to him instead. Showering together makes you go crazy sometimes. “Speaking it, I mean.”

“You did.” he concurred verbally, but his tone conveyed another layer. His large hands cup your hips, guiding you to the side so he can have his turn under the faucet. You raise a brow at him. “You could do better though.” His challenge jellies your legs. You watch, like a lovesick fool, as he tips his head back into the water, and comes to, shaking his curls out. Droplets draw down his herculean form. Ever since he saved you from the market— as silly as it was— you could not stop thinking about fucking him. 

“Oh, yeah?” You fall into his trap. 

“Your pronunciation is too polished. If you don’t sound like a local, people won’t treat you like one. They’ll treat you like a sucker.” 

Much like that vendor today. As soon as Anakin stepped in, he backed off. Remembering how assertive Anakin was is all too much. You’re about ready to get on your knees and start blowing him like a real sucker would. 

Anakin sensed your frenzied need for him as soon as the two of you had left the market. Your desire is no secret. Certainly not one you can keep from him. 

“Alright, so what do I change?” 

“I’ll show you. Hear what I say,” he tells you and you swallow hard, mouth drying up. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa.” he says, and you practically melt. “Now, say it back to me.” 

Obediently, you parrot it back to him. There was one distinct word you're sure you’ve heard before.

No sooner had you finished your sentence than his palm cupped your chin, tucking it into the web of his thumb. The tips of his fingers press into your cheeks, pursing your lips for you. “Say it again,” He emphasizes his command by pinching further, a sting in your buccal. “At-“ You listen intently, the phonetic arrangement teaching you to put your tongue behind your teeth when pronouncing the “T” at the end. 

“At-“

“Eep-tuk-“

“Ee—“ you stifle a giggle at your positioning, worried you’ll earn yourself a reprimand from your stoic teacher. “E- eept—“ You dissolve into your laughter, and a loving grin breaks out onto Anakin’s face, contrasting his demanding nature from before. He draws you in by his clutch of your cheeks, kissing on your puckered lips over and over again until his hold loosens enough for you to escape it. “No, don’t distract me!” you plead, “I can do it! Ee… Eep-tuuk—“ Your weak dissent of your hands against his chest does nothing to dissuade him. He chases you, and envelopes you in his arms, sliding your wet naked bodies together as he captures your mouth. He wastes no time in prying your lips open, inviting his tongue in to explore all it can. 

It’s a wonder you didn’t notice how heavy his cock lay against your leg until he humps you with it clumsily, searching for some comforting friction after witnessing your attempt at immersing yourself in his culture. 

Habitually, you withdraw to make room for yourself, enclosing your lips around his tongue to suck on it and bob your head as if you’re giving him oral. Usually, such a thing coaxes a whimper out of him, a desperate beg to put that gifted mouth to use on his cock. Instead, it only heightens his desire for you, to have you as quickly as possible. He slams you against the cold tiling, stealing the breath from your lungs, freeing his mouth to plant sloppy, open kisses onto your cheek and down your neck. Anywhere within his reach is mouthed passionately, tongued as if it’s not a mundane part of you but your very core itself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head once he meets with your pulse point, propped up by his body against yours. “Ani…“ He hums in response to the call of his name, admitting his approval for it with a bite into your flesh. “What did you say earlier?” you exhale, palms outlined the dips in his muscle. 

“In Huttese?” he speaks against your skin and it tickles you, pinching your head into your shoulder, his damp curls brushing your jawline. “‘This little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” 

“Fuck you, would you really have me say that?” 

“Tell that to your puppy eyes. Begging me to save you as soon as shit got tough. My poor baby, so pitiful,” 

As if to discipline him, you shove him, but he remains undeterred. There’s no need to make fun of you for needing help, besides he’d volunteered before you even asked. There’s plenty you can do on your own, without him. You can be independent. 

You don’t get a chance to defend yourself as he maneuvers you to arch your back, his mouth traveling to consume your collarbones and upper chest as he bends over you, thick arms behind you to secure you. “Gimme those tits, baby, wanna swallow them.” he demands from you in Huttese, but this time you’re able to understand the gist of what he’s saying. 

“Maker, Anakin, you’re so gross.” you tell him, but as you suspect, he grins in response. His teeth scrape against you, and he does as he promised. Lapping at your nipple as if seeking it out to latch, to suckle. Your hands slide into his hair, sighing out as he imbibes as much of the fat he can. “Ani—“ you whine, wiggling your hips to chase any friction you can afford. 

Swiftly, he answers you, with his large hand cupping your mound, soothing it with slow circles. You press yourself into his grasp, rolling your hips. It earns you a sharp bite to your sensitive bud and you yelp. To exhibit patience, you let him explore your pussy as he sees fit. Fingers dipping into its wells, circling your folds and flicking up against your clit every so lightly. “Such a pretty thing. My hole, you know that? My hole.” The key words are lost on you. “Gonna fuck this little hole til it’s red and swollen. Til you cry.” 

You whimper, regardless if you can’t understand him, and he sticks a single finger in, only to pull out to stretch you with two. 

“How fucking tight can you get? Almost wanna turn you off so I can make it tighter. You’d let me do it too.” He licks water off of you, up the valley of your breasts, and takes your lips in a passionate kiss, scissoring you open so he can swallow the noises you make. Experimentally, he massages your insides, his thumb brushing your clit every so often as he pistons deeper inside. Your curiosity is killing you enough to break the kiss. 

“What the hell are you saying to me right now, Anakin?” you breathe, slumping against the wall while he fingers you. Why the hell did it work so well on you? Immediately soaking when you know he’s talking dirty in a language you can’t translate quick enough. 

“If you keep up with your lessons, you’ll know one day,” he promises. Instinctively, you shy away, pivoting your head as you squeeze your eyes shut, nearing your release. To counter that behavior, Anakin heightens and uses his free hand to clutch your neck, redirecting your attention to where it belongs. On him. “Don’t be stupid.” This insult you know. 

You frown at him, but as soon as your gaze lands on him, he speeds up, curling his fingers in a way that has you reeling. Your favorite spot, erasing all of your offense in a motion. Worsening when he sneaks in another finger.

“Oh? What are you gonna do about it?” 

You can barely keep your eyes open, staring at him through thick lashes because it’s what he wants. His grip squeezes, and it enhances your pleasure, tingles spreading throughout your entire body. 

“Can’t pretend you hate it. Can’t lie to me, can’t hide from me.” His admonishing tone only adds to how the coil in your belly winds, the heat in between your legs desperate to go somewhere, anywhere. He leans into you, burying his nose in your cheek as he talks shit in your ear. ”You’re gonna say it for me one more time,” he demands, and you stifle your wail of despair. How he teeters you, so close to where you need to be, and takes it from you at the last second. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa. Do you understand?” 

“Ani, I can’t—“ There’s not a possibility, how could you think let alone speak? 

“You can.” He leaves no room for argument, his teeth biting down onto your earlobe to tug on it. “Don’t tell me you’re this fucking dumb and all I’m using is my fucking hand.” 

“Fuck,” you curse in the language, which earns you a snicker from him, his breath against you sending shivers down your spine. “Okay— ah! Okay… Uh,” 

Your walls clench around him, signaling your impending release. Reading them like a book, he keeps you right where he wants you. A damn near painful experience, and he knows it. 

He recoils so he can see your pretty face, jutting his chin. Bragging about his competence when he’s the one unaffected. “At-“ 

Idling for too long earns you a hard press of your clit and you mewl. Hastily, you manage, “At-“

“Eeptuk-“ 

“Eeptook—“ 

“Baby.” he lowers his voice, fit to scold you. “Do you want to cum or not?”

“I do, I fucking do, please.”

“Then do as I say.” He commands it of you as if it is so simple! His thumb traces your jawline soothingly, but his grip stays firm. 

“Eeptuk,” you flinch, worried that if you’d pronounced wrong like before you’d receive some sort of punishment. “schutta-“ The word you most recognize. Slut. His favorite pet-name for you whenever he was persuaded to speak his native tongue. Keen on tripping you up, he increased his pace, and out of the corner of your eye you witness how swollen his arm has become from this workout. Veins popping out. It fucked you up. “Hagwa non che-“

“Chee’toosa. Right, baby? Almost done.”

Your eyes burn, red in the face out of frustration. “Chee’toosa.” 

“That’s right. Like I said, ‘this little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” If you had the energy, you’d fight him on it. Unfortunately you’re spent, the only reason you’re upright is his body weight. He’s right, all you wanted from him is what he can give you. 

Unintelligible noises spill from you, rocking into his hand movements, but this time he lets you. His intense eyes hold your gaze unapologetically, waiting to feast on your orgasm. 

“Does a brat like you really deserve to cum? Should leave you like this.” Weakly, you shake your head, on the verge of crying from his cruelty if he really put you through all that just to steal it from you. You’re at your edge. There isn’t anything in the world you crave more than finishing right now. His thumb works into your clit, getting you to reach that breaking point, attaining it. You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you beginning from the tips of your toes, crawling up your spine. The fact he can bring you to this using only a hand awes you. You brace yourself on him, clawing into his bicep. 

He doesn’t stop there. An overstimulation already setting in from how heartlessly his rough fingers glide in and out of you, unbothered to let you recuperate. How he takes your pleasure for himself. You’re fucking his hand, but he’s feeding off of you, playing with your parts for his own fascination. 

Your throat is released, causing your vision to haze, and he hooks his hand under your knee, hiking your leg up. Your cum drips from his palm, but he’s still going, regardless of your protests. “You wanted this, c’mon,” Your pussy feels raw, yet he probes it, and when he pinches the sensitive flesh between his fingers, tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Are you about to piss? Fuck, you really are a little slut. You’re about to squirt all over me, huh?” 

“Anakin!” 

“Do it, go on. Can’t believe how disgusting you are. Don’t worry, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue afterwards.” 

It stings how he fucks with your bladder, readying that most sacred attribute. Not everyone can squirt, but you can, and Anakin fucking loves it. Enough to pull it from you whenever he wants. You don’t need to know Huttese to get what he’s trying to do to you right now. 

“Yeah, you like that, whore? You wanna lap up your piss from my legs? Suck it off my dick? Here it comes, get ready.” 

You keen, the floodgates finally opening to spray your dirty fluids all over your lover. Hot and wet, running down your thighs. The act itself, the intensity, causes you to choke back sobs. Anakin lets your leg drop, and gingerly he tugs his digits from their wedge inside you. Flattening his hand against your sex, soothing it with a light massage. He bites his lip, holding back his smile as you try to hide your tears from him. “Too much, baby?” 

“You are such an asshole.” you speak Huttese, with perfect pronunciation. It gets him to laugh, drawing you to him so he can lick your salty tears away, and help you clean up in the shower.