#.my galactic babe

[thatlittleegyptologist]

Someone of you seem to be taking the “where is space France?” tag on that post very seriously for something that is a fundamentally stupid thing. I too would like to know where space France is so I can use “faux pas” in a fic without someone going “hurr durr there’s no France in space” at me.

#‘where’s space England?’ babe idk take that up with whoever makes the decisions on what counts as galactic basic #I have in fact given up on not using French loan words in my fics so there is a space France and GL can suck it #it is - as far as I can work out - the twil’eki homeworld #twil’eks are French apparently (don’t look at me I don’t make the rules)

[hoshigray]

okay okay wifey, i changed my bio do we like it 🤕it clearly shows how much i love n appreciate u, my wife 100000% 😁💕 told u i love u. saurrr pls stop being butthurt kaaaay? mwah.

kidding kidding pls don’t hurt meee

It's crazy how fast someone can change when you're about to cut them out of your life 🤨🤨 but oh well, lol, i can't be mad at you forever, so I accept your bio change as an apology

And ofc I was butthurt hello?? Yesterday was a whole 2 v 1 I was not ready for, I was fighting for my life and was BULLIED left and right 💀💀💀 but that's all yesterday's news, let bygones be bygones, and the divorce papers will have to see another day 📃 🚫 glad to have you back, my lovely wife 😚💕

#galactic gal *ੈ✩‧₊˚ karma 💕 #can't say the same for zari tho 😒 give me a few more hours #and don't think i didn't see that thread btw the two of you earlier 🤭 my name being used when I'm not even present #anyways ily babes 💗 #but I'm keeping receipts on deck from here on out 🧾🧾🧾

[ragsforless]

Dune crack!au (5)

Feyd: Hey, Paul.

Paul: No.

Feyd: Husband dear?

Paul: Fine. What do you want now?

Feyd: Can I have my knives back?

Paul: No.

Feyd: Pretty please?

Paul: Still no.

Feyd: It’s been 2 months! I want my precious Giedi Prime knives back-

Paul: Not until you say sorry to Gurney and Stilgar.

Feyd: I did nothing wrong! I’m innocent!

Paul: You deliberately stole all of their clothes and made them into freaking tents and curtains!

Feyd: Actually, it was our dear

Princess Irulan who stole them.

Paul: That’s not the point!

Feyd: The point is that I, the gorgeous Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was the one who made the sparkly sand proof tents and curtains-

Paul: Ugh. Muad’Dib, help me.

Feyd: My Lankiveil sewing skills are superior to-

Paul: F*ck your stupid Lankiveil sewing skills! Tell Gurney that you’re sorry right now!

Feyd: It was extremely hot and Irulan and I needed new curtains!

Paul: You could’ve just asked me for new ones instead of stealing Gurney’s galactic underpants-

Feyd: And ruin our yearly budget?! Our monthly savings?! The Arrakeen economy?! Not on my watch, husband. Not on my watch!

Paul: Feyd, babe, calm down-

Feyd: I want my knives back, Paul!

Paul: Give me one good reason-

Feyd: My daddy gave them to me.

Paul: Apologize first!

Feyd: I’m your wife!

Paul: And I’m the Emperor of the known universe!

Feyd: Fine! keep them! Burn them! Throw them away! I don’t care!

Paul: Feyd, listen-

Feyd: But I’m telling Irulan that you’re abusing your powers again.

Paul: No, not her! Don’t tell her-

Feyd: Irulan! Irulan, Paul is being a tyrannical control freak again!

Irulan: *runs in* Feyd, babe, are we in trouble?!

Feyd: Muad’Dib, no.

Irulan: Did our husband find out about our “math” business with Stilgar and his Fremen friends?!

Feyd: No, not yet.

Irulan: Oh, thank Muad’Dib.

Paul: But I’m Muad’Dib-

Feyd: Paul said that he’ll cancel our super secret ✨Music Nights with Shai-Hulud✨ and exclusive ✨Desert Festivals✨ again!

Irulan: *glares at Paul* You evil tyrant, how could you?!

Paul: I- I love ✨Music Nights with Shai-Hulud✨!

Feyd: You don’t even sing!

Paul: I do! I swear I do!

Irulan: Oh, stop changing the freaking subject, Paul!

Paul: Last I’ve checked, we’re still on the same page!

Irulan: You promised me that Feyd and I can sing freely in the desert with Stilgar every other night!

Feyd: Our dear husband also told me that the members of House Corrino are just a bunch of nerdy losers!

Paul: I- I was drunk!

Irulan: Chani! Chani, Paul is abusing his witchy powers again!

Chani: *walks in* Yo, what’s up, losers? How’s life?

Irulan: Our “beloved” husband said that your desert hair sucks!

Chani: He did not-

Irulan: He did!

Feyd: We’re telling the truth.

Paul: Chani bear, we all know that our dear “Drunk Irulan” and “Freaky Feyd-Rautha” are clearly lying-

Irulan: Drunk Irulan?! Who the f*ck is Drunk Irulan?!

Chani: Lol.

Feyd: Chani bear, your “Paular bear” also told me that you smell like a dying Shai-Hulud.

Chani: A what?!

Feyd: A dying ugly ass Shai-Hulud.

Paul: Chani-

Chani: Somebody is sleeping with the sandworms tonight!

Feyd: Yeah! The sandworms!

Irulan: Let’s go sandworms!

Paul: Ughhhh! I knew it! I knew I should’ve stayed single.

#dune laundry and taxes universe #dune #dune 2 #dune part 2 #dune memes #dune part two #crack ship #crack post #feypaul #feyd x paul #paul x feyd #paul x chani #paul x irulan #feyd rautha #paul atreides #princess irulan #irulan corrino #chani kynes #alternate universe #feyd becomes concubine no. 2 #as written #stilgar #gurney halleck #crack fic #house atreides #house harkonnen #house corrino #crack treated seriously #dune incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[st-just]

🔥Mass Effect.

god what even counts as a hot take in this fandom by now. uhh-

The series got like 40% of the way doing something with the Asari Republics and neocolonialism/exploitation via cultural dominance and soft power but I'm pretty sure this was literally an accident because they started with 'species of sexy blue space-elf babes' and just kind of blundered in random directions from there so no credit awarded.

Also, and not really a hot take in my specific circle but, the entire series is just one giant ode to humanity's manifest destiny of glory and galactic preeminence and it will forever leave a bad taste in my mouth and make me wish I'd been allowed to properly sell out eath good and hard.

#self-loving-vampire #reply #hot take ask meme #mass effect

[nahoney22]

Congrats on the milestone!! I would love to request honestly anything for Hardcase. Maybe the prompt “life would be boring without you”? With either a female or gender neutral reader?

Thank you so much!!!

4000 Prompt List Celebration

Hardcase X F!Reader

word count: 552

SFW

prompt:

“Life would be boring without you.”

warnings: none, fluff, established relationship, brief mention of alcohol and very minor PDA. Female reader. Short and sweet as I was having a mind block 🥹

authors note: thank you for the kind words! sorry for the wait and that it’s a little short! Enjoy regardless ☀️@sunshinesdaydream

Your connection with Hardcase was unparalleled. It had only been a few months since you fell for the Clone, or rather since he quite literally fell for you one lively night at 79’s after indulging in a few too many colorful drinks. Nevertheless, he was charming, attentive, undeniably attractive, and a bundle of vivacity.

His hyperactive demeanor starkly contrasted with the more reserved and composed nature of his brothers. Yet, upon revealing the 'leak in his growth chamber' on Kamino, it only served to make him all the more unique, a trait you cherished.

This evening found you strolling hand in hand through Coruscant after a much-needed date he had planned, considering the escalating Galactic Republic's push against Separatist movements, which had kept you apart for a while.

"Did you enjoy yourself, babe?" he asked.

"Immensely," you replied, grinning and leaning into his side before placing a hand on your stomach. "Though I fear I might have eaten a bit too much."

"Nah, I could've had more if they'd let me," he quipped with a playful smile.

You stop abruptly, a wide grin lighting up your face. "Can you hear that?"

He blinks, scanning the surroundings. "Um, what?"

Without waiting, you tug him along, causing him to stumble over his own feet as you traverse the street. The sound of bustling cheers grows louder, guiding you both into a lively crowd gathered around a band playing upbeat music. "What about now?" you shout over the enthusiastic applause, a smirk dancing on your lips as Hardcase playfully rolls his eyes, joining in to help maneuver through the crowd until you reach the front.

"My girl deserves the best view," he whispers into your ear as the band starts playing again, but then a new idea dawns on him. "Do you dance?"

Midway through clapping along to the music, you turn to him, a playful scoff escaping your lips. "Can I dance? Wasn't it my dancing that had you literally crawling at my feet in 79’s?" you tease, recalling the moment you first met your boyfriend.

"Very true, so I hope you don’t mind joining me for a dance then, would you?" You're about to ask what he means when he slips away, already swaying and moving to the rhythm of the music. He throws himself into the dance without a care in the world, completely oblivious to any potential onlookers' amusement—although it seems everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves anyway.

Wide-eyed and incredulous, you shake your head, but seeing him dance so freely, you decide not to let him revel in it alone. You join in.

He takes your hand, spinning you around, swaying to the music together. Smiles adorn both your faces, laughter twinkling in your eyes, and you both dance away the remnants of the meal you'd just enjoyed. Eventually, he turns to you, pulling you closer, murmuring, "Life would be boring without you."

His words fill your heart, prompting a small public display of affection as you plant a soft kiss on his lips but again, not caring who sees. "Then let’s hope we live this type of life together forever.”

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#nahoney22 writes #clone trooper hardcase #hardcase x reader #Hardcase x you #clone Hardcase x reader #star wars #clone wars #clone Hardcase

[inkystaar]

mafia dash part 2 electric boogaloo

part 1

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tbh i should start drawing more stuff for mafia because recent lore has got me THINKING

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OUGHHHHHG mafia tarot cards. . . more thoughts about this later mayhaps

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bam space au…… bam space au…….. bam space au………..

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okay but think about it. bowie’s a weird alien guy. sam’s the galactic prince. the galaxy is on the edge of a war. sam’s father tells him to remain in the palace—but it’s clearly not safe there. he gets bowie to sneak him out.

they hire a crew. sam stays in the ship, waiting to be safe.

there’s a traitor among their ranks. someone turns on them and reveals their location—to both sides. bowie, perhaps, in the end, dies for xer prince. maybe the traitor wins. maybe the traitor thinks they’re winning.

maybe their death is the first of many.

maybe that starts the war.

#canary thoughts are real tonight babes #maybe i’ll write a space au at some point who knows

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me after coming back to mafiablr and finally catching up on lore (i still don’t understand what’s going on)

#seriously what’s going on i don’t understand

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GUYS IT HAPPENED GUYS GUYS GUYSBF EJDJSJSJHSHS!!!!!!!!!!

POLYCULE LORE????? POLYCULE LORE?????? HELLO??????? HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! POLYCULE LORE!!!!!!!!!!!

EEEEEE HAVE TO START WRITING IMMEDIATELY

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i’m betting it’s another fluff oneshot

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when did gem become bird…. 😭😭😭

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cornerstone by arctic monkeys……. space au……….

#Why is tHis suddEnly plaguing my mind……. it’s absuRd….. #absolutEly InSane #i just. THis is. criEs. #i want to teLl everyone about It but i also waNt to Keep it a secret????

#:) #mafia on my mind #fake dashboard

[sanchezcore]

Femme Fatale - Rick x fem!reader

Heyo! This is my first attempt of writing some smut and Rick & Morty stuff

🔁 and ❤️ really motivates me <3

Warning: nsfw, rick, mentions of murder

“Kill Rick Sanchez? What a wonderful mission, darling”.

You smile when you think about the mission given by the Galactic Federation. Being the best spy of the organization, it is expected of everyone who works there to complete your work in just one night.

Entering the pub, you sit at the counter and asks the bartender for a glass of red wine. As soon as they delivers it, you drink small sips while looking around. It was already getting boring; almost everyone there was completely drunk and no sign of Rick.

After a few minutes, you saw him, holding a bottle and talking to a random alien. He looked slightly drunk and the stupid kid did not accompany him. Perfect.

You are absolutely gorgeous, fully aware of this and know how to use beauty to your advantage, without remorse or pity from anyone. That's what made you join the Galactic Federation and become so popular there, the best female agent. It can be said that you are the incarnation of the concept of Femme Fatale.

When your gaze found Rick's, you gently raised the cup, which made him come to you.

“Can I- Can I buy you a drink?”

With your best smile, you accept. Rick sits next to you.

“Rick?” you asked.

“yEAh, and your name?”

You just laugh without answering, drinking the wine.

“Oh... You don't care about n-names, right? I know your- know your type well.”

You laugh again.

“What about your type, Rick? What is it?”

- - - -

Rick's hands held yours wrists firmly against the wall of that small motel room. Everything flowed so fast and now your black dress is almost on the floor and you’re feeling more and more difficulty breathing.

Maybe it was the effect of wine, but surprisingly your body burned with desire with every touch of the elder, and the slightest distance bore you deeply. Or maybe he just kissed well. Veeery well.

He walks away and takes off his lab coat, looking at you intensely.

“On your knees. Now.”

You don’t need any more commands; without even thinking, let yourself fall on your knees. Rick walks toward you and puts his thumb on your mouth.

“What an obedient little slut you are, huh?” He smirked.

You didn't think right anymore. You knew why you were there, but didn't expect him to really want him or let him dominate. Part of you, more rational, knew your mission and was determined to fulfill it, forcing you to believe that you were not liking the situation. But another part, more instinctive perhaps, just thought "you know what? I'm liking it". Meanwhile, he slowly opened the zipper of your dress, giving bites and kisses on your shoulder.

Rick Sanchez completely dominated you.

“Come here, babe. Take off the rest of your clothes and sit on my lap.” He sat on the bed.

You… obbey. You walk towards him, taking of your lingerie and sit on his lap. Rick smirked satisfied and then held your wrists tightly.

“You thought I didn't know about your plan, huh? What do you think of me, that I'm an idiot?“ He squeezes your waist, making you gasp “I am Rick Sanchez, you little bitch. A fucking god!”

You look at him, fearing for your life, which makes he feel even more superior. He smirk.

“You want me to be inside of you?”

You nod, and he takes off his clothes. That brief fear only made you feel even more like having him close to you. The effects Rick has on you are still incomprehensible.

“Beg.” He starts massaging your clit, making you gasp.

“No.”

How you can do it? How do you dare saying "no" to him?

Rick puts two fingers in your pussy, moving them slowly. He wanted you at that moment. Usually he would like to do a little foreplay, but the noises you were making were so beautiful that he couldn’t even think about that bullshit. You are an absolutely goddess, and he knows that. But in that case, you needed a little bit of discipline.

“You really are a brat, aren’t you? Beg.”

You didn't want to submit begging Rick for doing something, but you urgently needed him. The feeling was that you would die without him.

“P-Please, Rick! I’m sorry. I want you to fuck me hard, you can do whatever you want to me! Please, Rick!” This came out of nowhere, you would be surprised if knew what were you saying.

How could he deny such a sweet request? Satisfied, Sanchez pressed his lips against yours while entering you, slowly pushing his dick against your pussy, and that made you see stars.

“Oh my-” You whine.

“Gooood. Good girl…”

- - - -

Rick had stopped holding your wrists, letting you touch him as much as you wanted. You didn't care about anything else, you loved pulling those hair and scratching his skin. So, you can easily move to stay on top of it.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart…”

When the third or fourth wave of pleasure subsided, you remembered why you were there. It was difficult to focus, with so many simultaneous sensations that Sanchez made you feel. You then put your hands around his neck, starting to press. Soon he would faint and you would take your gun in the bag, running it quickly. Despite everything, you didn't want him to suffer, so asphyxiation would be the first step.

But suddenly, you no longer want to fulfill your mission. Not because Rick seemed to like having your hands on his neck, but because you wanted him alive.

It's not that you love him. No, no. After all, you don't even know each other properly. Your reason is just... you want to see him again. You've had feelings that no one has ever given you, and want to feel again. You like to see Rick fucking you so hard that you forget everything around you two. You need more of that.

He grabs your wrists and giggle.

“You don't- you really don't give up, right? Such a bad girl...“ Then he easily put you on all fours. You couldn't try anything against him now.

He thought it was so hot that you wanted to kill him that he didn't even think about killing you, nor would he do that. You both have such a strong sexual attraction that you wouldn't hurt each other. You want to see each other again. Maybe in the spaceship, or anywhere else. It really doesn't matter.

Your moans were loud before, but in that position, with Rick’s cock going deeper and deeper inside your pussy, you could do nothing but scream out in pleasure.

“Rick, fuck, I’m-“

You whine his name loudly while cumming. Your legs were already shaking and you couldn't take it anymore.

“F-Fuck, you’re so good” He slapped you and started moving faster, stimulating his orgasm. Then finally he came inside of you.

You let yourself lay on the bed, too weak to move. A wave of joy invaded your body and you laughed briefly. Meanwhile, Rick got dressed.

“I-I'm not going to kill you today, are you- are you listening to me? Good attempt to kill me, but not tonight. Maybe another time?”

He writes his phone number on a piece of paper, putting it next to you.

“Good luck next time.”

#rick sanchez x reader #imagine #rick sanchez headcanons #fanfic #rick sanchez #rick and morty season 6 #rick and morty #idk why #he is so hot #i love him #adult swim

[reconstructwriter]

So I Finally Finished Attack of the Clones

...for the very first time. When did this movie come out again? I am late, is there still room on this bandwagon? Anyway more thought vomiting on this movie...

Sith Pattern: I do appreciate that Palpatine is old, rich, white male fascist. Dooku is old, rich, white male fascist. Anakin shakes things up a bit by starting out young and poor but he’ll get there and has the rest down. Meanwhile our heroes are Padme Amidala, Mace Windu, Yoda, Bail, etc. Would have loved for George Lucas’ original casting of Obi Wan to have gone through! This does make Mirror!verses and morality flip AU's very weird because the Galaxy is being saved from aliens by three white guys? Unfortunate implications aside I can suspend a lot of disbelief about laser-swords and magic IN SPACE but I gotta draw the line somewhere.

Anakin’s attachment: Is well-shown here with convenient comparison to Cleigg – her husband and her son, the two who should love Shmi the most. At her funeral Cleigg is all ‘you’re in a better place. Thank you for the time we had,’ vs Anakin’s ‘I wasn’t strong enough to save you, I won’t fail again’ and ‘I miss you’. Exact opposites. Cleigg was entirely focused on Shmi while Anakin was focused on himself.

Also Anakin’s focus kinda screwed up Obi Wan’s mission when he wasted precious moments FINDING Anakin to get his galactically-important message through.

Mace Windu Not Killing Dooku: Shatterpoint, along with some fanfics, has Mace beating himself up for not ending the war by killing Dooku but my man you’re too hard on yourself! You only killed Jango when he decided to fuck around and find out with you in the death arena. Dooku did not fuck around and find out so your only chance would’ve been to throw away all your Jedi morals and stab him in the back! Thus risking becoming Darth Tyrannus 2.0 and screwing the galaxy.

Jango why did you fuck around and find out? I get Mace held a laser sword to your throat and you had a working jetpack going into the arena…but that arena is No Man’s Land. Even if Galidraan was canon you could’ve stayed back and taken pot shots.

The scene with Boba giving one last keldabe kiss to his father’s helmet is heartbreaking! Ouch!!!

Padme: So I kinda get being willing to confess her terrible taste in men on Space Fantasy Death Row. She doesn’t want to live a lie and is straight up expecting to die so what does it matter if she confesses? And then she does live so consequence time! Still feels like she’s ignoring the genocide – or George Lucas is ignoring the obvious implications. Genocide does work for foreshadowing Jedi genocide and Nazi comparisons (boy howdy does it!!!). But murdering every single member of an entire tribe down to the babes in arms doesn’t work for ‘Anakin doesn’t Fall here, he just dips his toe in the Dark’.

Padme otherwise doesn’t seem too terribly out of character throughout. She stands her ground against Anakin and where she does give in – rescuing Shmi – or chooses to go after Obi Wan? Well both did do her immensely big favors it’d be weirder if she brushed them off. Plus, rescuing both comes with additional benefits – no assassin will look for her on Tattooine (it worked before) and Obi Wan’s rescue could offer the opportunity to discuss peace with the Separatists before war happened.

And it did – in the cut scene :P

Dual with Dooku: So Anakin did put his duty first when Padme fell in the (barren, sans enemies) sand with an ally but damn if his attachment to her wasn’t still affecting him. The hot-headed idiotic attack was the worst possible timing! Why does everyone beat Mace up (including the man himself) for not killing Dooku but give Anakin a pass when he had every chance of ending the war Right There if he’d been able to keep his head on straight for two minutes.

The End: As with the first movie, we end with Mace and Yoda clearly knowing what the Sith are doing, though they're split with Mace believing Dooku while Yoda thinks its a trick. And I think they’re both right because I read somewhere Dooku and Palpatine were hoping to sow doubt between the Jedi and the Senate but also was telling the truth – from a certain point of view. Anyway, they aren't oblivious. Yoda straight up says the Shroud of the Dark Side has Fallen.

The last scene really drives that home! How the beginning of the war is the beginning of the Empire. The war kills the Republic and this is repeatedly smacked into our brains with the imagery of Palpatine standing at the head of everyone else, the most powerful Supreme Chancellor ever as the army of white-clad troopers marches out into the galaxy below him. The Destroyers lift off. The Empire’s freaking theme music plays.

Overall the movie had its high points and stinkers but that was a damn fine end!

#star wars #star wars prequels #Attack of the Clones #Part 2 of my watching this for the first time #I mean I saw bits and pieces but #anidala #padme x anakin #was a major turn off #honestly hard to get through here too #but some other good stuff #Mace Windu #Yoda #Jango Fett #Obi Wan Kenobi #Cleigg Lars #Shmi Skywalker #Padme Amidala #and the man who wrecks their lives #Anakin skywalker #anakin critical

[rae-gar-targaryen]

take me by the heart, take me by the hand [mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!reader]

a/n: Just a lil something sweet for my Danny Ramirez babes that wouldn’t leave my mind after my hc’s yesterday -- it’s insufferable, I know. Sorry.

pairing: mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!reader (established relationship; all my readers are ambiguous, but I write them as latinx!readers; no use of y/n). It’s his sunshine girl, ultimate sunshine x sunshine pairing.

w.c.: 0.8k of sweet suggestion and the thin veneer of self-control.

warnings: none, other than some cheesiness, my writing, and the barest suggestion of smut. 16+.

summary: a drive-in movie, a little joke, and some sweetness with your Fanboy.

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"Oh, Mickey," you croon, your voice a velvet purr in the dim light of his car, the flashing images of the drive-in's creature feature splashing light across your features as you snuggle up to him. 

Your lips trail from where you had been kissing along the slope of his neck to the fine bone of his cheek, thrilled at the feel of him as his hand grips your waist ever-tighter at your attentions… 

"... You're so fine," you hum, the compliment cased in the cadence of the old tune.

It was a movie date, a movie date, he repeated to himself. Lost in the throes of the very feel of your body pressed against his, snacks long-forgotten as his mind churned to keep up with just what you were saying, as your sinful tongue followed your cherry cola kisses, and where had he heard it before.

Pleased with yourself, you press your lips to the corner of his upturned mouth, enamoured with every smile in his arsenal.

"You're so fine, you blow my mind." He turns fully at the sing-song of your teasing words, a million-watt grin in full effect now before the warmth of his mouth realizes yours, like the warm, slow drip of sweet honey into full-bodied coffee, a splice of sugar entrenched in boldness. 

He kisses like a dream, your Fanboy. Dizzying and delicious, your head in the clouds, just like your pilot's.

He parts from your lips after what may well be either a single second or your heart's eternity. 

Who are you to say? 

When your love looks at you now through his dark, nacreous eyes ... They are glinting stars enmeshed in the depths of galactic oilslick. He pauses to nuzzle his nose over the peak of your own, his ever-present grin blinding to you, even in the low lights of the long-forgotten movie. 

His warm hands cupping your cheeks, everything about him so cinnamon-warm. You would swear he was moments from eternal love's undying declaration as he parts his lips to once more impart something to you, when --

"That was corny, amor," he whispers, a hair's-width from your mouth -- a good-humored secret from his lips to yours. "Truly terrible. Almost unforgivable."

If Payback had put you up to this, you weren't allowed to talk to him anymore, he decided. But the cheeky, pleased look on your face told Mickey it was all you. His sweet thing.

Quick as a flash, Mickey presses his lips against yours once more in a cheeky peck, loving the way his mouth slots so perfectly with your angelic lips. Loving the way you taste, in this moment, of Red Vines and cherry Coke. Loving the way the skin around your eyes would crease at the smile and slip of laughter that lit up your entire face. Loving the way your giving hands would cup his chin, as though he were immortal, eternal.

Sweet, he thought. You were sweet. And so far out of his league he'd fly to the tippy-tops of the clouds just to be in the same realm as you. Sunshine. Everything he does, he does for you.

Swatting good-naturedly his arm, your grin never far from your lips or from the dancing light in your eyes, you adjusted yourself on the beach seat of his old classic ride. Allowing yourself to sink ever-deeper into your boyfriend's embrace.

"You loved it," you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder and focusing once more, momentarily, on "The Creature from the Black Lagoon."

Mickey turns his head, eyes gazing out the passenger side window and into the velvet night sky as he grazes his lips, once more, as always, against your skin. Tenderly against your forehead this time -- as he allows his thoughts to swirl, twirl, like caramel-drizzled fondness on the feel of you in his arms, on the depths of his love for you.

Every moment to be savored. And he feels it in his chest, against his ribs, and in time with the beat of his heart. More G's than in a fighter jet.

"Yeah," he smiles -- he could never not smile with you -- against your skin. "Yeah I did."

He kisses you again, his mouth yearning to spill every truth to you as he sucks your lower lip between his own with reverence, scooping an armful of you and guiding you down, down, down. 

Your back against the bench seat and his thigh now slotted between yours… And your Fanboy above you, with no choice but to follow you and show you just how much he loved it, loved you.

"And do I have you?" He whispers into your skin, a slip of silky, amorous admission.

"You have me."

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GITJ Post 322: A Date with Her Chest, p2

“Thank youuuu..!!” she called after the delivery guy, waving as he turned once more to catch one last glimpse of the holy shit galactic-level babe that had answered the door and taken the food from his awestruck hands. She watched him stumble over the stone steps that led out to the circular drive, and found herself giggling. Men were funny. But: she needed to get back to Jay! So, in a twirl, Melissa was back inside the house, kicking the heavy front door closed and sealing the two of them back off again from the rest of the world.

“Be there in a sec!” she called out to where he waited on the couch in the great room. She’d come in to set the bag on the counter, right aside the haha miserable failure of lasagna that still sat, now growing cold in all its charred glory on the countertop. Boy had she burnt that thing to a crisp! She’d started it late and learned that doubling the temperature doesn’t necessarily just halve the cooking time.  But, she knew enough to order take-out so she could get him fed. 

Opening the delivery bag, she pulled out the contents: a tin tray with a dozen dumplings and three lidded, plastic containers full of what she hoped he’d find delicious. She pulled a fancy bamboo tray from below the counter, set everything up along with the now-chilled bottle of wine, two goblets and - after a moment of thought - a single spoon alongside the chopsticks. She tossed a pile of napkins from the delivery bag onto the tray, too, in case things got messy. 

“Here we are..!” she sang, coming back into the great room from the kitchen, “I hope you’re hungry!” Though she put a nice swing in her hips, carrying the tray towards him, she felt like he’d been a little too focused on her butt this evening. She’d felt his eyes on her anytime she’d turned away, like watching her as she’d left the room to answer the doorbell, just as she’d gotten him settled on the couch a couple minutes ago. What could she expect, wearing these little booty-shorts. Not that she minded the attention! But, the evening was supposed to be about her boobs; she’d talked about this with Abby. Yes, she’d spent countless hours at the gym making her legs and butt look bigger, stronger, shapelier, more powerful. She wanted him to notice and to think she had the best legs in the world.  But, her breasts were the more purely natural demonstration of her womanliness, were an organic symbol of how good a source of comfort and pleasure she could be for him, and were supposed to be the focus for tonight. So when she finally came to stand in front of him at the couch, across the low coffee table, she made sure to lean over slow enough, just right to give him a nice view of her cleavage.

“Nice and warm still, I’m so happy,” she clucked, as she popped the tops off the three quart-sized containers and the tray of dumplings. She fought back a smile as she felt him alternately watching her set up their dinner and occasionally lose his fight with the urge to just gape at her chest. She opened up a single set up chopsticks and scooted around the table to sit aside him on the white leather couch. 

Melissa sank to the couch slowly but making certain her weight hit with enough force to be heard and felt while curling her legs underneath herself so that her thigh muscles were on clear display. Pivoting at waist, she posed her enormous chest and trim shoulders. Watching the movement of his gaze was a true delight as the man aside her struggled to find somewhere to let it land. Her smile had shifted so that her face didn’t seem entirely appropriate to focus on, and his eyes dropped to her legs. Despite the fact that it was her legs again, she soaked in the attention he was lauding onto her body; forget the Chinese take-out, this was nourishment enough for her. Feed me, she thought. 

But enough was enough, as much as she loved it. She briskly slapped her thighs <slap slap> to grab his attention, break his engrossed leg-trance. “Ugh, my thighs feel so thhhick,” she said with a faux lisp, “might have to call in thick tomorrow.”

That shook him from his oblivious dwam. “t-tomorrow’s Saturday…” he responded. Was that his lame attempt at a joke haha?

“Oh yeah!” she laughed blithely, eyes sparkling in mischief, ”Now, let’s get you fed.” Pivoting again, she reached back to the table with her chopsticks and picked up her first morsel from the tin tray. “How about a dumpling…Dumpling?” she giggled, bringing the warm little steamed pocket of pork, ginger and shredded cabbage towards his mouth. She knew he’d balk, at first, but all it took was a couple clucks and a reminder of just how much he liked it when she fed him and he was taking his first bite. “Yummy?” she asked, watching him chew. It warmed her heart. 

He nodded, swallowing, and she watched him. She knew how little he’d been eating these days, how skinny he’d been getting. He opened for another bite, taking the rest of the dumpling, and finally asked about the other three containers when he’d swallowed again. Egg-drop, Tom-Yum, and something with some noodles. 

“That’s…a lot of soup,” he commented, noticing that the dumplings were really the only solid food she’d ordered for them.

“Yeah,” Melissa agreed, tossing her hair and reaching again for another dumpling. This one she took for herself: all in one bite. “Itssf…” she began, but then stopped, giggling, her mouth still full. She chewed for a moment with a hand shyly to her mouth and rolling her eyes, swallowed, and began again. “It’s for your tummy,” she said, “I know how you’ve been having trouble these days. I figured soup would be easier for you. But these ginger dumplings are supposed to be good for the stomach, too.” 

With a furrowed brow he nodded, grateful for her concern but sheepishly shrinking in his seat as one of his many recent fragilities were pointed out. He watched her choose another dumpling for him. Yes, something was up with his stomach and his constitution in general. He knew he should get it all checked out, when things calmed down a little. It was emasculating, how weak he’d been these days, but none of it seemed to bother Melissa. In fact, she seemed to embrace it, love it, and really leaned in to helping him be comfortable in his meagerness. So, he allowed himself to be pampered, a bit. “Thank you,” he simply acknowledged, and opened wide for another bite.

Melissa’s heart was fluttering, she was almost shivering in seeing - even after a tough week in which she hadn’t been able to pay him much attention - how easily he was falling into this docile, submissive role tonight. She was feeding him like a mama bird and he wasn’t complaining at all! She’d spoken to Abby about how important it was to show him how gentle she could be, how loving and nurturing. She thought she’d have a little fight but this is fucking easy, she thought to herself, and the warmth she felt for him in her chest grew. Eventually, after feeding him three of the dumplings, she could sense how he maybe needed a break, to let that tummy settle. Chopsticks were back on the table, and she reached for the now-opened bottle of wine, poured him a glass. She handed it to him and then sat back, moving to tuck her knees under herself on the couch. That raised her up a bit, brought her chest right up to about his eye level. She smiled down at him, and watched him take his first sip of fancy French white wine. 

“So, I wanted to apologize for something,” she began, knowing she had to be careful with how much she told him, “I’m sorry for not asking you to help me move. Lakshmi said you felt a little bad about it.”

“I, uh,” he started, struggling with how he was going to express himself here without just making himself sound petulant. He began by explaining how he thought boyfriends were supposed to help girlfriends move their stuff, right? Heavy boxes and all? Just because he was, like, half a wimp didn’t mean he couldn’t have helped in some way, right? He tried to sound casual, in good humor as much as he could about it, but she saw through it and it brought a chorus of apologies from her. In the end, he went on to tell her, it wasn’t a big deal. It was just one of the many little emasculations he was now weathering on a daily basis. That brought another wave of apologies and coos from her, and she scooted closer to him. She just wanted to hug him so bad!

“I know, I know, I know!” she whined, laughing a little to herself, “You were just, y’know, you're so busy, and not feeling great…” She was gushing with half-truths, here, fully aware that she couldn’t tell him the real reason she couldn’t have had him help her move, see her old place. That would have been too much to try to explain haha. And getting him clearance would have been impossible. 

“I wasn’t that busy,” he said, “for you, I would have made time.”

Ohmigod.

In a sudden burst of affection, she reached out to grab his head again and began to cover his face with apology kisses: <Muah Muah Muah!> they came, rapid, all over his forehead and cheeks, nose and eyelids. After more than a dozen she sat back and the lipstick marks she’d left made her giggle. “Omigod you are so sweet,” she cooed, licking her finger to clean him up. He had awkwardly started moving his hands onto her; she felt them on her hips. 

She had given him some space, after the elections, after being a little physically aggressive with him, and she began to tell him as much. But she now knew that he’d taken it as being too unfeeling and distant. Yes, maybe he had been a little emotionally needy, but she loved it! She, though, should have responded with reassurance and affection, and she knows now she was too casual about it. She had to remember to be better about his feelings in the future. It wasn’t just his weak little male bones that were fragile…his heart was, too.

He tried to protest, defending himself, but really just sounded sort of silly. He knew it, too. 

In the meantime, Melissa realized that with her emotions her pheromones had begun pouring off her body and had begun to really affect him, as they sat here. His hands were on her hips, and his gaze had once more lowered to study the hourglass of her body. His eyes had dropped to her lap, again, to her big bulging thighs, smoothly bare and throbbing with muscle as her feet stayed tucked beneath her. They were huge and perfect and haha someday soon might each weigh nearly as much as he did, but she had to remind herself again why she’d brought him here tonight. 

Sitting up, above him on the couch, Melissa casually lowered her stretchy top a bit more off her shoulders. A big breath pulled the neckline down a bit, exposing more of the upper swells of her firm, giant breasts and a bit more cleavage. Aha, she thought, that worked. Now she had him looking where she wanted...

 

“Jay, I never, never, ever want to make you feel bad, or ignored, or that you’re on your own,” she began again, “I want to make life easy on you. I want to protect you.”

“P-protect me?” he queried, and she could see the protest again beginning to build behind his brow. 

“The world’s been changing, and it’s about to change even faster,” she continued, making sure her voice was strong but gentle and soothing, “I know what happened in clinic, with that girl. There’s going to be more of that, everywhere. Women are becoming different. So me and the girls think you need protecting - not just with the clinic patients. But, like, all the time.”

Now she saw him start to really bristle, but then she began to list the recent news stories they’d all heard, the female-on-male violence, the gangs, what had happened at some of the rallies. Unconsciously, her body had begun to flex her musculature while she was talking. Was it already rising to defend him, swelling, or was the idea of women breaking men into little pieces secretly exciting her? 

He seemed to be in denial, like so many men were. He didn’t see the reality that things might actually get dangerous on so many levels for him in the coming months. He assured her that the world would settle down, like they always did. She tried to be patient, knowing this was hard for him, but knew she needed her point taken. 

“Here, let me show you this thing I recorded,” she said, reaching back to the table to grab the remote. With a single button, a big-screen TV rose out of the floor, bringing a nod of admiration from him. 

“That’s cool…” he commented. 

Nonplussed by the technology - much of what she’d been surrounded with since her childhood would put this fancy television setup to shame - Melissa pressed another button or two and brought up the news clip she’d wanted to show him. Abby had suggested it and she’d had it all queued up, prepared. 

It was a piece from one of the late-night shows, from one of the news channels, an interview by a blonde anchor. She was speaking via satellite feed to a woman who he immediately pegged as a leader of one of these “fringe” groups, one of the extreme female-empowerment outfits that were being given more and more of a voice in the media: “It used to be that we sat back and watched as men in society were slowly becoming infantalized, doing it to themselves. The video games, the laziness, the dwindling education,” the woman - a pretty, but somewhat severe looking redhead in glasses -  was saying, “It upset us, a little. As wives, mothers, partners. Now, though, we have it figured out - hey, let’s encourage it. Let’s encourage these people to sit back, to give up their responsibilities so we can take them ourselves.” The woman was obviously excited, energized, and something about her tone certainly did have the effect Melissa wanted: it was making him nervous, as he sat there on the couch. She also noted - with a quick, furtive glance down - it was also making him hard. “Now...now we have the opportunity to FORCE it,” she continued, “Forced infantalization, forced physical infantalization. Make them smaller, make them weaker. Make them dependent on us for our minds, for our physical strength. We have the ability to make them physically dependent on our bodies for the very nutrition their bodies need.”

“W-wait,” he said, as he still watched, obviously confused, “what is this woman talking about?” They’d maybe missed the first part of the interview but his tone was plain: this chick is crazy. There were, he knew, all sorts of kookie conspiracy theorists out there and he was half in disbelief that this one had been allowed on CNN. The other half of him, though, began to get even more nervous. 

To his question Melissa said nothing, but had turned to watch him and how he was reacting, handling what this lady was saying.  

She was still talking. “We can start the process. We can start to physically turn them into the infants they’ve been for nearly a generation now,” she ranted. The anchor lady had to stop her, at some point, but instead of cutting away like they normally would when a guest went wacky, she presented some follow up questions. 

“Sure, there will be a place for men,” the bespectacled redhead answered, “physical labor, landscaping, package delivery. It just may take two of them to do one job, and we’ll have to be patient. But with our surplus of undereducated men we do have to find a use for th-.”

Melissa clicked off the TV. Smoothly, it sank back into the floor, and she turned back to him. 

The big house was suddenly, eerily silent. “Th-this is scary,” he admitted in disbelief, obviously struck but what he’d just heard. I mean…it was ridiculous, wasn’t it? That lady’s a crazy lady, right?

“Is it?” she asked, controlling as best she could the excitement in her voice, “Is it scary to you?”

“Y-yeah,” he answered, “a little.”

“When you say that,” Melissa spoke, inching herself on her knees a little closer to him, “It makes me feel extra protective of you. It so does…” He’d slumped back, now, against the back of the couch, while she still sat up straight aside him, facing him. She smiled warmly as he looked up at her; he looked so deliciously little. “Like, I feel like your big cuddly wolf mommy, and you’re my pup,” she continued with a little giggle, reaching out to stroke his hair, “My pup. My little pup, my puppy <giggle!>. I want to protect you from the big, mean world.”

He looked up at her, and was unquestionably aware of her greater size, her greater strength, her greater mass. Her immense beauty, her warmth. It was also not lost on him that he was here, in this magnificent mansion that was basically hers, while he was near homeless, dependent on the mercy of his bitterly angry ex-wife for the hovel where he lived. He was dependent on women, he knew he had been for years, and now his reckoning had come. They were not going to tolerate his kind any longer; they were sick of all the shit. Maybe he needed her, Melissa, now. She was offering to be his protector, and maybe he needed to latch on to a strong woman for the sake of his own safety. But, perhaps somewhat abstractedly, he knew inwardly what he’d be giving up if he put himself in her care. 

He watched as she pivoted towards him, and smoothly raised her left leg to straddle him. She now faced him, sitting heavily on his lap, towering over him like a giant. He looked up at her, and tried to keep his jaw from falling open, or quivering. He could just barely see her face beyond the imposing swell of her enormous bosom. 

“I can be your superhero…” she said with a glorious smile, sitting up straight and raising her arms into an impressive, double-biceps pose. She flexed, causing her muscles to explode in a display of her surprising, secret brawn. “…don’t you think I’m built like one?”

At that, Melissa giggled, and then threw her head back in a laugh. She couldn’t help it! It just felt so good, showing him how strong she was. She raised her arms up into the air, above herself, in a stretch that reached towards the heavens. She felt his eyes on her, gaping, in awe of what she was and what she was becoming. She was just so big! And below her, he felt very, very small. 

“oh my god Melissa…” was all he could manage, in a weak little voice. 

She looked down at him again. Good, she saw, allowing herself a crooked little smile, he’s staring at my tits. With her hands she gently cupped his face, held it in place, allowing him to look, forcing him to look. Slowly, then, she ran them down, down his neck in a caress, down to his chest, over to his shoulders. She palpated him, felt his smallness, how frail he felt under her big hands. He could feel it himself: she was examining him, sizing him up. 

Finally, she couldn’t help but ask. “Hey…are you smaller?” she posited, cocking her head. 

“Wh-what? I don’t…I don’t know.” He looked away, embarrassed, caught. 

“Hmm…” she continued, running her hands down his thin upper arms, now, feeling them for their meager strength. He’d worn a white collared polo shirt for their date, with his khakis, and she pushed his short sleeves up a bit, revealing how weak he looked. “I think you are. You look thinner, smaller, shorter.”

Though his heart was racing, and his cock was throbbing under her, he said nothing. He couldn’t bring himself to tell her what he already knew. 

“Haha, how shy, I like it,” she said, with a little laugh. She did love how flustered he got when they talked about the difference in their sizes. Knowing that he knew, and could feel, how much bigger she was than him was just so thrilling. She knew tonight was about making him feel safe and protected, but she really couldn’t help herself. Plus, it might make him understand how much he needed her protection if she did this…

“Let’s measure you,” she said dreamily, her strong hands having moved from his arms back to his shoulders, now grasping him behind his neck, kneading him in a gentle massage. The suggestion, the thought of him and her and a measuring tape, was turning her on. 

“N-no, it’s okay…” he answered, remembering his morning, the moments of self-pity, “I did it myself, at home, this morning.”

Melissa’s eyes widened, and she tried to hide her excitement. Oooo….  “How tall are you now?” she asked, with prurient interest. 

���I’m…just about five-one,” he said, face flushing in shame. How had it let it go this far?? Where was his self-respect?? Why wasn’t he doing anything about this, his health??

“‘Just about five-one’?” she asked, “you mean you're not actually even five-one?”

He saw how exited this was making her. “Well, I’m like…” he began, in answer, “just over five-feet even.”

“Like, five-foot, and a half inch?”

“More like…” he started, pulse throbbing in his face, cock ready to break through his khakis and press into her mighty thigh, “…five-foot and a quarter.”

“Oh god you are shorter,” she exhaled, overcome, with an enthusiasm that betrayed her excitement but just made him feel even weaker and more afraid. Like telling her this, speaking it aloud, had made it more real: he was shrinking, faster. 

He was looking up at her, while she smiled down at him, and his lip was quivering, his eyes glassy and full. Her expression changed from one of animated exhilaration, though, to one of immediate concern when tears began coming out of his eyes. Then, he covered his crying face.

“Are you…crying?” she gasped, quickly putting her hands into action. “Aww, don´t cry, come here,” she cooed as she both leaned forward into him and pulled him up away from the couch into her. She felt it immediately: this did not have to be an act, or contrived in any way. Melissa’s maternal instincts were kicking in, plain as day, and she couldn't bear to see him crying. Thirty-five or forty or however many years-old he was, it didn’t matter; she wouldn’t have him crying without comforting him.

She had his face right on her boobs. Her bosom was huge, and his head sank into it like a child’s. She was about to comment on it but just as she was about to speak up, he started outright sobbing.

“Shh, shh, it´s okay, don´t cry, honey, don´t cry,” she cooed, wiggling herself closer to him to more adequatelyhold him, “Why are you crying? Hmmm? Did I say something wrong? What´s the matter?” He was obviously incapable of speaking, so distraught, so she just hugged him tighter to her chest. “It’s okay. Let it out, just let it all out for me,” came her voice, surrounding him and filling his ears, “Melissa’s here…”.

He went on like this for a couple minutes, and she just let him cry. She coooed and clllllucked and purrrrred to him, reassuring him, coddling him, feeling his hot, wet face against the soft skin of her big breasts. She was telling him it was alright, that everything would be okay as long as he had her. She wouldn’t let anything happen to him, no sir! Her voice, her tenderness seemed to calm him, but still he sobbed, more gently now. And, after a while, he stopped.

“Are you feeling better, dear?” came her sweet voice again, as she rubbed his back with one hand, the other gently releasing him from her chest so he could sit back a bit. 

“I… I am…” he replied, and opened his tear-blurred eyes to look up at her. He saw how she was looking at him in a strange way. He felt suddenly ashamed, so he turned away.

“Aww, don´t be shy,” she cooed, immediately taking his chin and redirecting his face to look back up at her, “it´s natural for a man to cry. You shouldn´t hide your feelings, not from me. If you have a need to cry sometimes, it´s okay. I’m here.”

Melissa knew he had become overly aware, overly sensitive of his height, and hers. She knew how it made him feel, knowing she was growing larger and stronger while he for some reason kept dwindling away. His eyes, so many times over these past weeks, had been caught running up and down her body, checking her size, her height, how tall she was compared to him. And that didn´t changed with other people. She could also see it, out of the corner of her eye, when he was trying to talk with the other girls. She knew his shrinking had make him insecure, and now imposing herself and her growing size over him should be a last resort. A “power” she shouldn’t abuse.

But her boobs were a different story. 

Seeing that he had stopped crying, for sure, she allowed her smile to change from one of pure matronly concern to one flavored with a bit more mischief. 

“Did my chest make you feel better?” she asked, with as much girlish innocence as she could muster. The hand which cupped his chin, her right, left his face and came to rest lightly on her more-than-maidenly bosom. Her fingers began to play with the neckline of her top, and slowly started peeling it down, fraction by fraction, as her left hand slid up his back, behind his head. His gaze was redirected by her to her tits, and he was getting harder and harder. More and more of the huge upper swells of her breasts were being exposed, and his eyes became fixed and dilated. 

She tried to keep from giggling. “I don’t know if you’ve been properly introduced, Jay,” she began, her voice gentle but full of good junior, “These are my breasts. Say hello…”

With that, Melissa drew in a great, filling breath and watched his eyes widen as her chest expanded, her already enormous tits seeming to double in size as her mighty lungs filled. The elastic fabric of her top stretched to its limit and god knows how she didn’t just pop right out of it. She felt her nipples harden and announce themselves through the spandex. He had begun to shake, and she felt his thin hips try to press up into her, as he struggled to keep himself from rutting. 

“They’re excited to see you,” she began again, twisting at the waist just enough to pivot one hardened nipple right in front of his face, aggressively showing him its size, plain to see even through the aquamarine lycra of her too. She twisted again, to now show him the other one, equally swollen. “My breasts are just so ready to comfort you and make you feel good tonight, Jay,” she continued, as she slowly inched her massive breast closer to his face, his eyes staring and unblinking at its nipple, “They just want you to get to know them better.”

She knew, she knew for sure, just how breast-obsessed Jay was. All men, really, these days, had been becoming tit-men, had grown to be attracted to and fascinated by the big female breast. It gave women, especially women built like Melissa, a new power. It was a growing weakness in all men, something guys everywhere were developing. But Jay, she knew, and his weaknesses for tits, were really on another level. 

She shimmied her shoulders, just the slightest bit, just enough to bring some movement to the massive monument of mammary she had right in front of his face. Below her top her whole breast shifted, and he let out a groan as he gaped at the jiggles and waves of movement that flowed through the flesh just under the skin of her upper tit. 

“What’s your favorite word for them?” she asked, as she gathered her shoulders together a bit, squeezing her KK-cups together in a wedding-cake display of cleavage that nearly made him explode. He did, in fact, groan again, heedless of just how enthralled he was by her chest. 

But, she’d asked him a question. “Boobs? Breasts? Tits?” she began again, “What’s your fave? Knockers? Mommy Milkers?” He had begun to pant, and she felt his hips press up into her again. He seemed to like that last one haha, she thought and in response she redoubled her display, squeezing her shoulders together some more, now pressing in on her mountainous boobs with her upper arms. It surprised even she herself how big she could look when she did this. “BIG Mommy Milkers?” she pressed on, “BIG, HUGE, MASSIVE Mommy Milkers <giggle!>? What do you want to call them?”

It was hard not to stare at the deep line of cleavage between her tits. Seeing him stare, she jiggled her monstrously burgeoned cleavage a little, right in front of his face. He, of course, had - aside from now the occasional whine - gone totally quiet. He was speechless. She knew she’d rob him of his voice by overwhelming him with her chest like this, but it was still fun to tease. “Can’t decide, huh?” she finally concluded for him, allowing him to stay quiet, “Well…why don’t you just call them ‘home’ for now…” 

At that, Melissa used the hand still behind him to hug his face once more to her chest. If she thought she could fit his head inside them, probably make it disappear between them, she was right. With just a little wiggle, some readjustment of her torso and shoulders, she sunk his face and head fully between her breasts. She now then hugged herself around him, surrounding him completely. The feeling was divine, enveloping his whole head like this, and she could only imagine what his world felt like right now. Darkness, her warmth, her body’s sweet perfume: it would be all around him, enwombing him. 

“I…” she heard his muffled little voice begin, “I d-d-don’t know if I can handle this…” Indeed, his body was tensing, trying to keep itself from just spasming into her.

She felt a new wave of maternal love flow over her. ““Get used to it, baby. You’re going to be spending a lot of time like this,” she purred, knowing her voice would carry through her chest to him, “if you want to relax, let the pleasure take you and just let go, you’re welcome to. Go ahead, I don’t mind.” She felt big, magnanimous. “Take as much pleasure as my breasts can give you. Use them how you want.”

He was still  trying to keep himself, she could feel, from outright rutting up into her like a dog. He didn’t want to come this way, so soon, in his pants again. He wanted to save himself. She held him to her, and she understood. She just wanted him to be happy, but she knew he couldn’t last much longer. It was okay. 

After allowing him another moment, but not wanting him to struggle too much more, Melissa slowly released his head. “I love getting closer with you, more intimate,” she said, gently, as his head and face slid out from between her breasts and she cupped his chin again to bring his gaze up to her. She wanted him to look her in the eyes. She was happy with how rapt he was, how mindlessly he paid attention to her. “And,” she continued, “I have some ideas on how we can…bond, together.”

With that she tilted his face down again, so he could watch as her hand had come once again to her chest, right above the nipple of her huge left breast. Her fingers took delicate hold of her neckline, the stretchy fabric that just barely now covered her grandly erect nipple. “Skin-to-skin contact helps, make two people closer connected,” she said, and began to peel down her top. 

He noticed the faint hint of a tanline, still, separating the most intimate, creamiest skin of her breast from the rest of her chest. She pulled down her top, oh-so-slowly some more and he watched, with wide, unblinking eyes, as the darker skin of her areola now appeared. Already there were smaller bumps, engorged Montgomery glands, grown and ready to moisturize her nipple. Her flesh was otherwise smooth, perfect, and he could just barely see the fine hairs like down on her skin. He had begun to pant, and whine, and oh no just as she pulled down, a bit further, just as the big nub of her nipple played at the hem of her top, ready to pop above it and finally be revealed to his ravenous stare, he felt himself jolt. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no…

“Ohhh…” she cooed, her fingers freezing in place, keeping her nipple just covered by the spandex of her top, “oh no…”

He groaned, in defeat, and felt his hips buck up again into her. A familiar shock ran through his hips, into his belly, tightened his torso and made his eyes clamp shut. The first burst of wetness he felt on his thigh. 

“Oh, sweetie, it’s okay,” she cooed, feeling her lover be taken by premature climax under her, “let it out…”

He groaned, he whined again. Nooo…! But he couldn’t help himself. Still staring at her tit, at the promise of her big nipple under her top, he came in his pants. He rutted, weakly and with as much restraint as he could, up into her. This was…this was…

“Shhhhh, honey, shhhhh…” she purred to him, allowing him his moment and secretly satisfied she had him on his way to where she wanted to get him, “we have all night, baby. Mama’s just getting started…”

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#growing into the job

[inklore]

okay, first of all, gorgeous theme, as alwayssss. second, for the sleepover: can you rec me your favorite Javi Peña fics? like, your all time favorite top 5? they can be one-shots or series, whatever you prefer babe. <3

thank you bby <3 and okay confession i’m the worst at getting to all the back listed fics i want to read and i have so many javier fics that are on that list that i’m dying to read but haven’t gotten the time to, so i’m going to add a couple favs and then a couple i want to get to asap because they sound so freaking amazing!

this series by @galactic-basic is literally everything to me, i want to frame it, publish it, devour it (again) ugh!!

this one shot + this one by @cptnbvcks makes me fan myself, like hello??? it’s hot in here

my bby @psychedelic-ink is the reason i got into javi so of course i had to add one of her beautiful fics on this list + another one i haven’t read yet but know is going to slay me and i’m thrilled about it!

and then this fic by @emerald-chaos i have yet to read but it’s been staring me down for months and as soon as i get a fraction of some me time to sit and consume and devour and sustain you best believe i’m going to freak out over it!!

sleepover weekend <3

#javier peña x reader #writer love <3 #▸ laur answers #/ nyx

[vodika-vibes]

Here’s another reason why Boss is in charge: Boss keeps the whole team together—and that part of that means making sure nobody else encourages Rynn to nerd out while they’re still working

Exactly! He's the only one who can. Even Fixer gives in to her sad eyes.

"Huh, it looks like you were right about there no being any traps here," Fixer says to Rynn, though Rynn's gaze is locked on something hidden under a table. Boss releases a deep sigh, "Go ahead and explore, Rynn." She releases a happy little noise and immediately hurries over to the pile of debris, and starts picking through it, and Boss shakes his head. "I guess the temple itself was enough of a trap." "Guess so," Sev looks around, "You would think that there might be something hidden here, but it looks like we're the first people to step foot here since the place was destroyed." "I agree," Fixer says, "My guess is that anything from Palpatine's schemes are going to be in the main academy. So we're in the wrong place." Rynn releases a triumphant shout and springs to her feet, holding a simple, almost Mandalorian looking, face plate in her hand. "Babe-" Scorch says, after a moment of silence, "Don't do that! I almost shot you!" "Sorry." She grins at him, "But! Look!" "A face plate. I didn't know there were Mandalorians here." Fixer says. "No! This is Darth Revan's face plate!" "...who?" Rynn sighs, "This is a massive archeological find, and you're standing there asking me who." "Babe. Sweetheart. Darling." Scorch presses his hands against her cheeks, "Do you think any part of our training covered ancient galactic history?" "It should!"

#star wars #star wars au #competent jedi au

[captainsophiestark]

Vacation

Padmé Amidala x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022! Requested by @ghostofskywalker​ :) Hope you like it Tori!

Fandom: Star Wars

Prompt: "Are you serious?"

Summary: Padmé's been absolutely running herself into the ground with work in the Senate, trying to make the galaxy a better place. After a particularly challenging bill finally gets passed, Y/N decides it's time for Padmé, their girlfriend, to take a much needed break.

Word Count: 1,230

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I crept towards the bedroom door, keeping my footsteps as soft as possible to avoid detection. Slowly, I pushed the door open to find Padmé still fast asleep in our bed. I grinned to myself and carefully set down the breakfast tray in my hands on the bedside table.

Padmé and I had been friends for a long time, and recently, we'd officially started dating (although the people around us would say we'd been unofficially dating for an annoyingly long time). She'd recently gotten a bill passed in the senate after almost killing herself from overworking and sleep depravation, so I'd convinced her to finally come with me and take a much needed vacation on Naboo.

We'd gone to bed early last night, and Padmé had absolutely slept like the dead. Fourteen hours of uninterrupted sleep later and we were here, with breakfast in bed as a bribe to keep her from being too mad that I was about to wake her up.

"Good morning!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, belly-flopping onto Padmé as I did. She immediately groaned and scowled, then grabbed a pillow to try to cover her face. I managed to wrestle it away from her. "Come on babe, it's time to enjoy the day! You've been asleep for fourteen hours, it feels like any longer might not be good for you getting to sleep tonight."

"Y/N, you know I love you dearly, but I am going to kill you," she grumbled, throwing an arm over her eyes in place of the pillow. I just smiled and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"I love you dearly, too. Now come on, we have fun things to do today! Eat the breakfast I made for you, get dressed, and meet me in the living room in an hour."

Padmé groaned, but I could tell I'd woken her up enough that I didn't need to worry about her passing out again. Still, I flung the curtains open on my way out for good measure, then went to get ready myself for the day.

Padmé met me in the living room as planned an hour after I'd woken her up, and despite moving a bit like a zombie, she still smiled and took my hand as we headed out the door together.

We'd come to one of her favorite spots on the planet to visit, right next to a gorgeous lake. I'd made a picnic this morning while Padmé slept, and we enjoyed it by the edge of the water while basking in the warming sun. Once we'd finished a leisurely lunch, I surprised Padmé with a large inflatable floaty that I'd seen people using to relax on one of the worlds we'd visited for a diplomatic mission.

Padmé and I floated out to the middle of the lake on our floaty, my arm around her and her head resting on my chest. I kicked at the water with my feet to push us away from the shore, and then it was just us, laying on the calm surface of the water. The sun warmed our skin as a light breeze kept it from being too hot. Padmé and I were together, with no senate meetings or galactic emergencies to deal with.

We were in heaven.

We stayed like that for a long time, relaxing and enjoying spending an afternoon together like a normal couple, and not one embroiled in intergalactic politics. I absently ran my hands through her hair as she traced patterns on my stomach, the picture of peace and tranquility and love.

"This is what I want," Padmé murmured after a stretch of comfortable silence.

"Me too," I mumbled in agreement. I'd give almost anything to be able to stay like this with Padmé, safe and happy together.

"No, I mean... I want this, for everyone. For the galaxy. Moments like this, peace and happiness like this... it reminds me why I do what I do. So other people across the galaxy can have this. A relationship like we do, love like we do, safety and security and happiness like we do. I want to create a world where people can expect to live like this."

"I know you do. And that goal is one of my favorite things about you, you absolutely incredible woman. But just remember to take care of yourself every now and then too, okay? You can't save the galaxy if you completely run yourself into the ground."

Padmé sighed, and I knew she didn't like to recognize that she had limits. But after a minute, she nodded a few times.

"You're right. I wish I didn't need to stop, even for a minute, but... I do. So thank you for taking care of me, and reminding me to take care of myself when I forget."

"Always."

I wrapped my arm a little tighter around her and kissed her head, and the two of us stayed like that for a few moments, taking comfort in each other and the peace we got to enjoy in the midst of fighting for it. Then, I smiled to myself, an idea popping into my head.

I gave an exaggerated sigh, then started rolling onto my side and towards Padmé. Before she could figure out what was happening, it was too late for her to stop me. She shrieked, and then we were both off the floaty and in the water.

I popped back up above the surface with a grin on my face to find Padmé dripping wet and scowling at me. I just smiled wider.

"Are you serious?" she demanded. I just laughed.

"C'mon Pads! Have a little fun! Relaxing great, but laying around on the floaty all day's just boring!"

Padmé glared back at me for a few moments, arms crossed, then sighed dramatically and let her hands drop to her sides in the water.

"Fine. I guess you're right, swimming around a little could be fun. And anyway, I think-"

She cut off mid-sentence as she swept her arms across the top of the water, kicking up an insane spray directed right at me. I'd been so focused on listening to her words that I hadn't seen the trick coming, and the wall of water hit me like a truck.

I spluttered for a few moments, staring at Padmé in shock. She grinned back at me, clearly proud of herself, and a devious smile slowly crept onto my own face.

"Oh, Pads. You have no idea what you just started."

"Bring it on."

We shared mischievous smiles, and then I dove towards her, grabbing her around the waist and dragging her under the water with me. We were both cackling when we popped back up, and Padmé wasted no time returning fire with some splashing of her own. We shrieked and screamed and laughed as we played in the lake, enjoying time together with none of the usual stressors on our mind.

There were plenty of things waiting for us to deal with when we left Naboo. But for now, we were two normal, everyday people in love, enjoying every second we could get together.

#fictober22 #star wars #Padme Amidala #padme amidala x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars one shot #padme amidala fanfiction #padme amidala imagine #padme amidala oneshot #star wars imagine #star wars oneshot #padme fanfiction #clone wars era #clone wars imagine #padme x reader #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #clone wars fanfiction #clone wars oneshot #senator amidala

[dukeoftheblackstar]

So, David Bowie. The whole thing where he thought he's gone irrelevant. Thoughts?

[ *Screams* ]

I cannot link you resource atm but yes. There was a time in his life, a time in his beautiful, beautiful, beautiful colorful life that he had the AUDACITY to ask himself whether he was still relevant — the SHEER AUDACITY of this embodiment of perfection to doubt himself and his contribution to my life, your life, the sun, the moon, the stars, all the mkfn clouds and their moody bullshit, the planets, the galaxy, your mom, your dad, your dog, your cat, the serpent that hides in your basement, that bitch you wanna strangle at work —

THE UNABASHED AUDACITY OF THIS KING TO EVEN EVEN CONSIDER HIS RELEVANCY LIKE.. EXCUSE ME SIR?

I am offended. I am beyond offended. I'm telling you friend. I will square up with the king himself.

But yes, he did. And it's a beautiful thing because:

Humility. - "I've got seven days to live my life and seven ways to die."

Reflection. - "Who said, "Time is on my side?""

Acceptance of the ever changing time. - [ Oh you know this, baby. Come boogie with me. Have some bit of Ziggy ♪ ] "Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older."

He's done something. Yeah, something seemingly small but seemingly big. Massive. Global. Galactical. "[ If you skip this please I will hunt you down and make you listen to this beautiful masterpiece that is the Thin White Duke. ] "There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station. The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers eyes."

But still. Uncertainties though? - "Cling to me for we're like creatures of the wind".

Yes, but we push through. We hang on. - "Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe ~ put your ray gun to my head ~ press your space face close to mine, love ~Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah ♥"

We don't let our king down because he never let you down. - [ Beautiful boys and bad girls, your break time is over ♪ ~ too good to not break this because babe, dance your little dance ♥] "

And though my days were slipping by And nights so cruel I thought I'd die She danced her little dance 'til it made me cry She was shaking like this honey doing that

So dig deep. Be that bitch. Be the new killer star.

I got a better way I discovered a star I got a better way Ready, set, go I got a better way A new killer star I got a better way Ready, set, go

Be a mfkn dolphin and swim, ya cute bitch ♥ Now watch this cute ho smile and kinkshame you in jest. Listen to him laugh. Listen to him howl. Such a babe. Such a chatty king. Shut him up ♥

And then lastly ♥

You are not alone. Never alone.

This is my signature. On all emails. On everything.

Don't stay in a sad place Where they don't care how you are Everyone says 'hi'

#♝ #dukeoftheblackstar answers #♝-answers #i'd love to know what's what #i hope the weather's good #it's not too hot for you #everyone says hi ♥ #everyone sayssss hiiiiiii #don't stay in a sad place #where they don't care how you are #EVERYONE SAYS HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ~ #Duchii says hi #hallo ♥ #invade my inbox

[wolveria]

You've got more planned for Yielding???? 👀 Also gimmie Revan x Reader I love me some old republic 👌

Sadly no, that's just the original doc for Yielding XD I'm sorry!! But you know I've got more Crosshair lurking in the wings

YESSSS BABE I'LL GET YOU SOME REVAN GOODNESS

The bridge was dark, empty of crew, which was odd considering the ship was currently being boarded by the enemy.

You wouldn’t have seen it with your eyes, the light too dim and sporadic, but you sensed the presence, as old and familiar as a much-beloved blanket, though this one had grown strangling around your neck.

The dark robed figure waited, motionless, in front of the massive viewport. He’d been… expecting you? A small, hopeful voice tried to make itself heard, but you crushed it down before it could speak. You gathered your focus and calmed your emotions. There were too many to name, vying to be at the top, but there was only one that ruled the others.

Rage.

You unclipped your lightsaber from your belt.

“Hello, Master.”

You ignited the blade.

The hood of the figure slightly turned, its wearer moving his head in your direction, and words filtered through a mask, twisting the once familiar voice into something alien and cruel.

“Not the greeting I expected.”

You shifted on your feet, one sliding back as the other moved forward. Readying your position.

“But it is the one you deserve.”

He paused, another tilt of his head.

“Perhaps.”

You crept closer, blue lightsaber raised in a defensive position, watching for the snake to strike.

“By order of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi High Council, you will surrender yourself into my custody.”

“For what crimes?” he asked, amusement flitting at the edges.

“Treason,” you spit out, unable to keep your own tone anywhere near civil, rage bleeding into the words. “Sedition. Conspiracy to kidnap high-ranking officials, assassination of high-ranking senators, and war crimes against the galaxy.”

“That’s quite the list.”

You wanted to bare your teeth, but that would carry you forward to the action of biting.

“I’m not done. You will also be charged with the near complete genocide of the people of Telos IV.”

Finally, some emotion other than amusement.

“I did not order that bombardment.”

The slope of his shoulders were stiff against the constellations and battle outside, bursts of orange and yellow where lasers and torpedoes hit their targets.

“And yet, it was carried out in your name,” you said, voice low, the words simmering around the hum of your lightsaber as if the blade agreed. “For your glory. Don’t turn away from it now, Lord of the Sith.”

He still wouldn’t turn to look at you, as if unconcerned there was a lightsaber at his back, and his lofty words confirmed it.

“Where are the rest of my jailors?”

You bristled.

“They’re coming.”

In the distance was an explosion somewhere on the ship, and your old master tilted his head once again.

“Yes. I’m sure they’ll be here any moment.”

You leapt at him before you realized what you were doing and swung your lightsaber down.

A crimson lightsaber ignited and arched over his head, blade parallel to the ground, and he blocked your attack without even bothering to turn around.

You pulled back your blade and swung again, but he ducked under it, moving behind you as you spun. He brought his crimson weapon down and hit your blade so hard you were forced back against the cold transparisteel of the viewport.

The severe mask stared down at you from inches away, reflecting the blue and red dance of the locked lightsabers. Even after all your training since he left, Revan was still stronger than you. Faster. More experienced.

But he hadn’t been hurt the way you had. He didn’t have your pain.

The rage of his betrayal, the agony of his abandonment, the loss of your old mentor, you poured it all into your limbs, your strength, and with a scream in your throat, you shoved him back.

#annwayne #revan x reader #wip game #old republic #star wars #sorry i got carried away i love this wip #tfw you love your old master but he fell to the dark side and betrayed you so now your anger makes you chase after him #and it's a race to see who can corrupt the other first

[meowsgirldrawing]

Rara (Rayan Ruiz) the Hyrian Alien from space and Donatello Von Ryan the mutant menace member!

Some rambles✨

Rara is the Captain of the oc girl group I have for rottmnt. She's known to be the last of her species, making her a big target for most in the galactic space.

Her and Donnie were a mostly slow burn type of thing, mostly with Donnie's less than open views on certain relationship stuffs. Aka- He took a while to figure out and then even longer admit his feelings.

Donnie honesly found Rara very annoying for the first while, seeing her loud and rambunctious attitude left a odd taste in his mouth.

It wasn't until she helped him out on an Earth mission that he realized she wasn't that all the time.

Not to mention her whole space deal but anywayz

Rara thought of Donnie as odd but in a funny way. His attitude towards his persona was humorous, his passion for his work was admirable, and despite his arms-length view on most, she found him a cool dude to just simply know.

She definitely fell first.

He fell harder-

Their Relationship headcannons❤💜

I can see them getting more interested in each other when doing duo missions and her even flying him through space a few times, showing off her world she gets to see just about everyday. Soon them working on mostly tech related projects together, exploring new things( off/on world), and simply talking and hanging out whenever they can.

Power duo before power couple in battle btw-

Her love language is physical touch, quality time, and verbal affection. Definitely outward stuffz lol

His is gift giving, quality time, and verbal affection. Hes the one that was more on verbal for a while, honestly.

And I mean that as *claps hands* Theatre kid shit- Yes, reciting romance stuff and low key bashing on how the fictional romance can never compare to ours, my darling!

Rara was confused for a while on who Bella and Edward were. Now she wishes she never knew.

Since Rara has moments of needing physical affection and sometimes Don cant or isnt in the right mood for it, Donnie gets her a life-sized doll and basically chucks it at her. Now dubbed honorably "Donnie 2.0"

As a last note before I get too excited on this, both call each other "B*tch* or "Dumb*ss" or any alien curse affectionately.

Real nicknames for Rara are: Darling, My dearest, Love(when he gets more comfortable), Ray, My fair lady, and Dumb*ss.

Real nicknames for Donnie are: (most being in her Hyrian language but she enjoys learning ones in Spanish- aka, her favorite language to learn while on earth) Mi amor-my love, Mi alma- My soulmate, bondmate, Von Ryan, Nerd Boy, Romeo (Most done for funny), pumpkin, babe, and of course, b*tch and pendejo-*sshole.

Thats all I have to share rn. Thank you for my Ted talk.

#digital art #art #oc x canon #oc inserts #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #Rara the hyena #headcannons #donatello #donatello hamato #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt movie #rottmnt oc