quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
ANAKIN SKYWALKER loves mating press. to an uncomfortable degree, you’ll be forced into an impossible version of the position. you may not be inherently flexible, but anakin will “prove” to you that you are. ankles up to your ears, your little ass will be presented to him so he can watch himself sink in. he’ll see the pool of your tummy between your thighs, the bulge that protrudes every time that horse cock bottoms out, he’ll lick his bottom lip at the sight of that thick ring of cream in his brass pubes. he’ll laugh to himself, like his evil plan is working, when you keen and cry that he’s so deep you can feel him poke your lungs. god, he loves sex. he loves the way you feel wrapped around him, he’d live here if he could. sweetly, he leans down, causing a sting in your hamstrings because of the way they stretch as his weight pressures them even further down. he puckers, and kisses your whimpering lips, unable to form into a peck back as you sniffle. his tongue massages your unyielding mouth, and chuckles when you whine. “just a little longer, my love. you can handle it.”
