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sith-as-heck · 1 year

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I posted 3,580 times in 2022

That's 2,002 more posts than 2021!

388 posts created (11%)

3,192 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@canichangemyblogname

@gffa

@justalittletomato

@flythesail

@hannah-schooler

I tagged 885 of my posts in 2022

#star wars oc - 122 posts

#oc: zeerleah phys - 70 posts

#andor spoilers - 69 posts

#oc: azena zok - 68 posts

#kenobi spoilers - 50 posts

#oc: lokki riss - 37 posts

#star wars fanfiction - 34 posts

#oc: skye riss - 21 posts

#oc: jeron andor - 19 posts

#oc: syn'da riss - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#as someone who spent like five hours in jail on sunday can confirm that the only way to not scream like a howler monkey is to dissacate like

My Top Posts in 2022:

A soft moment.

A glimpse into Maul and Lyn’Ri’s home life with the Twins.

Anyone visiting the home of the Crimson Dawn would relay the information that it is a place of horrors on the planet of Dathomir, That the ghosts of the long dead witches still haunt the desolate wastes. They would say that Maul, the syndicate's leader, who remains hidden in shadows half of the time, was a man to be scared of, a beast whose very presence makes your blood turn to ice. They would tell his bodyguard, an unassuming pink Twi’lek, that you shouldn’t blink in her presence in case she takes the second of lost sight to slit your throat.

In the living quarters, Lyn’Ri and Maul were completely different, Only those extremely close to them knew that the building held a treasure more important to them than stolen credits and gifted gems.

Tempest and Rogue, were small, They barely reached Maul’s durasteel shin, yet to him, they were the universe.

There was Tempest, with her crimson skin and bright pink eyes with tufts of pink hair and Rogue, with strands of jet black hair, dark red eyes and pink skin.

They were the perfect mixture of their parents.

Currently, Maul was sitting on the floor, crossed legged and amusing the girls by using the Force to lift their wooden blocks into the air.

Tempest giggles and reaches for the one closest to her, Maul smiles and moves it away from her chubby fingers, causing her eyebrows to knit together in annoyance.

“If you want something, little one, you must get it yourself.”

“I don’t think a two year old needs to be taught the harsh truth of life just yet.” Lyn’Ri walks over and picks the block out of the air, handing it to Tempest, who grins and sticks it in her mouth to chew on.

Rogue gets to her feet and grabs one of the floating blocks.

“Rogue understands what I meant.” Maul gestures to her “Perhaps Tempest has inherited your softness.”

Lyn’Ri laughs, only Maul would call her soft.

“She can afford such a weakness.” Lyn’Ri ruffles Tempest's hair “She has us to protect her.”

Maul makes a noise of agreement, He would die to protect his little ones, no one will ever hurt them for as long as his hearts beat.

13 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

its in my blog description but in case you didn’t see:

If you ship:

Clonsest, Obikin, Rexsoka or Reylo (not to mention the people who ship Obi and Leia but I’m certain those are trolls because no ones that brain dead) UNFOLLOW ME.

Also if you fetishise:

The clones

Slaves

I hope someone takes a baseball bat to your knee caps.

16 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

I have so many thoughts about Anakin Skywalker and no doubt could write for pages upon pages about the tragedy of his character but when I see him all I can think is

‘Ooo pretty boy’

20 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

WIP Meme!

@wokenhardies tagged me on my main for this, so here we go <3

Rules: write the last sentence of your WIP.

‘He grins and she chuckles, How amazing how one person can make her feel so much better.’

Tagging: @starcrossedjedis and Anyone who see’s this can tag me in their own <3

62 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The animators of TCW and its spin offs really said here’s a almost realistic Liam Neeson but we refuse to unwhitewash our clones

70 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

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heauxplesslydevoted · 4 years

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The Night Before

Pairing: Thomas Mendez x MC (Marissa Day)

Summary: It’s the night before her custody hearing and insomnia has Marissa caught in a vice like grip.

Warnings: NSFW. 18+

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It’s the night before her custody hearing (or morning of, depending on your perspective) and Marissa Day cannot sleep. And it’s not for a lack of trying on her part because she’s tried everything. Warm milk, counting sheep, a sleeping pill, the works.

She rolls over and looks at the time on the alarm clock. 2:43 AM stares back at her in bright red letters, almost as if it’s mocking her. She has to be up in less than 5 hours, and she hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep.

Rolling over in bed, Marissa gently collides with the warm body next to her. Thomas is next to her, an arm draped loosely around her waist. The girls wanted to have another sleepover, and Marissa didn’t want to be left alone with her thoughts the night before the biggest day of her life, so she eagerly accepted another chance to sleep at the Mendez house.

He’s sleeping so peacefully beside her, and she almost resents him for it. How dare he sleep like a baby while she’s a neurotic mess?

She turns slightly and takes in his sleeping form. Thomas looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping. The stress of the day is gone, and he’s relaxed. His breathing is even, there’s no crinkle in his forehead, his muscles are loose.

And while he looks like a peaceful sleeping angel, she still wants to wake him up, as selfish as it sounds.

“Thomas?” She calls gently. It doesn’t work and he stays asleep. “Thomas, wake up.”

Craning her head, Marissa leans forward and kisses his jaw, his stubble slightly tickling her mouth. He stirs, but doesn’t wake up. This time, she moves lower, leaving soft pecks on the column of his neck.

“Mhmm, Marissa,” Thomas mumbles. Marissa smirks in satisfaction. She has him.

She slips out of his grasp, and swings her legs on either side of his hips so she can straddle him. Her fingertips run along the smooth plane of his chest and his broad shoulders, and she feels him tense underneath her.

After a bit more coaxing, Thomas’s eyes slowly open. After taking a minute to adjust, they settle on the woman currently sitting on him. “What’re you doing, Riss?”

“I can’t sleep,” she confesses. “And misery loves company.”

“What time is it?” He asks.

“Very early,” Marissa replies. Thomas looks at the time and snorts. She wasn’t kidding.

“You need to go to bed,” Thomas says matter-of-factly. “We have an extremely hectic day ahead of us.”

Marissa knows that already. She resists the urge to roll her eyes and say “thanks, Captain Obvious,”—snark is one of her favorite coping mechanisms, but her brain simply won’t turn off. If she could sleep, she would.

Instead she just looks at. His hair is wild and tousled, his pretty blue-grey eyes are soft and droopy with tiredness. He’s so damn handsome, even when she’s depriving him of sleep.

Leaning down, her lips meet his in a soft kiss, and if he wasn’t awake before, he is now. He responds to the kiss quickly, his hands getting lost in her copper tresses as he pulls her closer.

Never one to miss a beat, Thomas rolls them over so he’s the one on top. His tongue invades her mouth quickly and she arches into the kiss. No matter how close they get, it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

Not breaking the kiss, Thomas slides a hand under the shirt Marissa is wearing. It’s his, a ratty old thing he got from his college bookstore, and it practically swallows the petite woman up. Her skin is warm and soft, and he can feel her shiver as he lifts the shirt up and his hand settles on her ribcage, holding her in place.

Breaking the kiss, Thomas kisses her cheek and across her jawline, paying special attention to the sensitive spot near her pulse point.

“I’ll never get tired of kissing you,” Thomas says. He nips at the skin, careful not to leave any visible marks. They still have court in a few short hours. The judge won’t appreciate hickeys.

“Then keep going,” Marissa pleads softly.

“I intend to.”

While he continues his assault on her neck, the hand that’s not pinning her down to bed idly traces circles into the skin of her outer thigh. Marissa writhes under him. They haven’t even done anything yet, and here she is, so fucking desperate and needy for his touch.

Thomas prides himself on being observant, and there’s not much he can’t sense about Marissa at this point. He knows she’s getting impatient, but he doesn’t speed up on her account.

He nudges her legs open and she eagerly spreads them for him. “You know, I’m not a betting man, Marissa Day. But if I had to make one right now, I’d bet every dollar I own that you’re already wet for me.” His fingers skim the outside of the flimsy piece of lace she calls underwear. “Even better, you’re soaked.”

Marissa bites down firmly on her lip in order to stop the moan that’s in her throat from slipping out. The last thing she needs to do is wake up their kids with her extremely pornographic sound effects.

Her breath hitches slightly as she felt one of his fingers pressing against her. But it isn’t nearly enough and she rolls her hips in an attempt to create more friction, but he doesn’t stop, or speed up. When did he become such a tease?

Her eyelids flutter shut as he continues his slow torture. “Stop teasing me.”

Thomas chuckles softly, his breath tickling her neck. His tongue traces the shell of her ear before capturing her earlobe between his teeth. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

Deciding to keep her panties on, Thomas simply moves them aside and plunges two fingers into her without warning. Her lower half shoots off of the bed on its own volition and she mewls in satisfaction. “Oh, fuck!”

“Language,” Thomas chides playfully.

Marissa barely registers the fact that he’s still talking, much too caught up in what his incredibly skilled fingers are doing to her. Her fingers tangle themselves in the soft bed sheets in a feeble attempt to keep herself arching completely off of the bed.

A soft sigh followed by his name slips from between her lips and it might be hotter than any scream or moan Thomas ever coaxed out of her. He shifts his weight kisses down her stomach. “That’s it. Say my name again.”

“Thomas...,” Marissa repeats, her voice taking on a higher pitch as he curls his fingers inside her, twisting them slightly. “Oh god. Please. Please, don’t stop.”

She can feel her orgasm building, and she almost hates Thomas for it. For how he leaves her feeling a desperate, achy hot mess. For how good he is at this and how fast he can make her come. It isn’t fair. But she can’t, because she adores him for it all the same. Thomas knows she’s close too, her walls tightening around his fingers. His head moves lower until his lips wrap securely around their clit, sucking gently on the tiny bundle of nerves. She grips the back of his head, her fingers curling into his soft brown hair, holding him in place as her hips roll against him, grinding into his face as his fingers and tongue continue to work on her. And that’s all it takes. Before she can say anything, she’s hurtling, careening over the edge. Her eyes screw shut and she clamps a hand over her mouth, stifling the scream that threatens to leave.

Thomas removes his fingers from her slick heat and plants a single kiss on the inside of her trembling thigh. She shudders involuntarily at the simple action, way too sensitive and overstimulated.

When she finally regains the strength to re-open her eyes, she catches the sight of Thomas licking his fingers clean. “You taste like heaven on earth.”

“You...are way too good at that,” Marissa pants. A blush spreads across his cheeks at the compliment. How is he blushing when he just had his head between her thighs?

“Happy to oblige.” Marissa reaches up in front of her, palming his length through his cotton pajama pants, but Thomas grips her wrist, putting a stop to her actions.

“What? You don’t want me to return the favor?”

“I’m good. As fun as it is to be woken up by a beautiful woman in my bed, you need to get some sleep. We have a huge day ahead of us.”

Thomas pulls her into his side as they settle back onto the bed. They stay like this for a few minutes, and Marissa finally feels herself coming back down to earth. Her heart isn’t racing as fast, and the room stops spinning.

Despite the orgasm Thomas just bestowed upon her and the heaviness in her bones, she’s still entirely too keyed up to go to sleep. Something might seriously be wrong with her if not even sex can make her sleep. “You’re going to hate me.”

“I couldn’t possibly hate you,” Thomas argues.

“I can’t go to sleep.”

“Okay.” Thomas rolls over and turns on his bedside lamp. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“It’s been a hectic few weeks and yes, I’m absolutely exhausted, but I have the biggest day of my life ahead of me and–”

“And you’re nervous,” Thomas concludes.

Marissa snorts. “I passed nervous about 3 hours ago.”

“I can’t imagine how scary this has all been for you, but you have no reason to be nervous.”

“Really? Because it feels like the deck is stacked against me. Let’s count all the ways, shall we? I got fired a few weeks ago and the only place that wants to hire me is a fast food restaurant for a graveyard shift, Ivy has had two allergy attacks while in my care, and I’m broke, which is apparently a cardinal sin in this town, worse than murder. And no matter what I do, Guy and Vanessa have managed to spin everything in his favor. It doesn’t matter that he didn’t work during our marriage and that he took off. It doesn’t matter that he’s a gaslighting asshole, and he’s dating someone who is practically a fetus, and he didn’t take Ivy’s soy allergy into consideration, and he forgot our daughter’s birthday. He can do all of that and still come up smelling like roses. No matter what, he just seems to fail upwards.”

“I know in my heart that I’m the best parent for Ivy, but I can’t escape the dread I feel, th-this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that he’s going to snatch her away from me without as much as a backwards glance. I feel like I’m stuck in a nightmare and I can’t wake up no matter how hard I try.”

Marissa doesn’t realize she’s crying until Thomas catches a tear with the pad of his thumb.

“Every time I feel like I’m finally hitting my stride, Guy comes in and torpedoes everything,” she continues. “It’s how he’s always been.”

“It stops today,” Thomas says.

“How are you so sure?”

“Yes Guy has money, but having money has never been a good indicator of good parenting. You are strong, and selfless, and compassionate. You are Ivy’s best parent, her only parent. You raised a thoughtful, kind, brilliant little girl with no help from the sperm donor who left you. Ivy hasn’t just survived for 10 years, she’s thrived, and it’s all thanks to you. Guy and Vanessa are going to use your weaknesses and vulnerabilities against you but that only because they have absolutely no offense. They can’t prove on their own that he’s better, so they’re going to paint you as worse. But it’s not going to work. I still have a lot of fight left in me, and yes we’re close to the end, but I need you to stick it out. I will never let you lose your daughter. Never.”

Marissa inhales sharply, trying to let Thomas’s words sink in.

“Do you trust me?” Thomas asks.

“Of course.”

“Good. Then believe me when I say we’re going to win.” Marissa nods. “Say it.”

“We’re going to win.”

“Again.”

“We’re going to win,” Marissa repeats.

“Damn right we are.” Thomas grabs Marissa and kisses her softly. “I just need you to believe in yourself the way I believe in you, and see yourself the way I see you. I’m not kidding when I say you’re the best parent I know.”

Marissa leans forward and rests her head on Thomas’s shoulder. She sighs heavily. “I’m sorry that I ruined our moment. Nothing kills the mood quicker than talking about your asshole of an ex-husband and a custody hearing.”

“It’s okay. You’re always welcome to vent to me, no matter the circumstances.”

“Thank you. I needed this pep talk.”

“No need to thank me when I’m simply telling the truth.”

“And thanks...for the orgasm.”

That manages to get a laugh out of him, a deep laugh, one from his chest. “I think you’re the first person to ever thank me for something like that. You don’t need to thank me for that either. But you’re welcome.”

The two of them fall back into bed, a mess of tangled limbs. Thomas wraps his arms tightly around Marissa, giving her no wiggle room, no opportunities to toss and turn.

He kisses the top of her head. “Get some sleep.”

Ironically enough, being crushed underneath the weight of Thomas Mendez in his ridiculously large king-sized bed, for the first time in weeks, Marissa actually feels like she can breathe. And she finally does doze off to sleep.

#choices: stories you play #playchoices #mother of the year #moty #thomas mendez #thomas mendez x mc #ns*fw

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