floating through the "I should delete all social media" limbo again. I genuinely can't interact with people like that anymore and I'm like one personal slight away from jumping ship on all servers I'm in too tbh.
tragedy is when a man has so much failwife potential & yet gets assigned suave dom by the fandom and isn't allowed to be anything else. chin up king your loser energy is seen and appreciated. by me
i have a ton of kotor art there, plus gravity falls and baldur's gate. starting march 6, you'll be able to buy my past dakimakura designs there too!
this is a good alternative to my main shop if you live outside the us, or if you're looking for designs that aren't currently available on my main shop.
what is acggoods? similar to redbubble, all products are print on demand, and your order is shipped directly from the manufacturer rather than from me.
why offer products here in addition to your main store? two reasons: one, orders here aren't limited by my own shipping options. so if you previously couldn't order from my main store due to my shipping options, you likely can now! two, when i buy products for my main store, i have to buy a large amount of each design, so i can only afford to offer my most popular designs. here, since everything's print on demand, i can make niche designs available that i couldn't offer on my main store.
are the products the same as what you sell on your main store? essentially yes, technically no! the art is identical, but this manufacturer is different from the one that i use for my main store, so there are minor differences in size and layering, for example. the biggest difference is that charms don't arrive assembled, you have to assemble them yourself.
have you used this manufacturer before? yes! i've ordered from this manu for my personal charms (like this shaker charm and this cutout charm).
if you have questions, feel free to send me an ask or email!
Fanart for fifth chapter of Fordian Slip by wonderful @stupidlittlespirit
Okay, guys, when I say, that this series have held my heart captive ever since it's started to release somewhere more than a year ago — I am dead serious.
From the tastiest writing style to working out the small details, everything in this a delight. Not only that, but it also makes my non-native-english-speaking-arse actually learn new words, which is just a cherry on top for me!
Oh and just a week ago, when I finally laid my eyes on the mentioned chapter. Oh it was a blur! One moment, I was chuckling away like a little goblin, that got hands on treasure. The next — I almost cried from such joy, that I wanted to kiss that silly old man dumb and author of this miracle alongside him.
To every Ford x Reader fan out there: go give it a read. Better yet. Read full series.
To the Spirit: Thank you, from the very bottom of my heart.
Snippet from the Stanford x Reader smut I'm finally back into writing. Happy Valentine's Day everyone 🩷
Minors DNI obviously
Suffering from emotionally tortured man syndrome.
His hand held fast to your hip, fingers flexing with restrained strength as he pressed his head almost helplessly into your neck. A nearly inaudible whimper exhaled into the skin as he held himself short. The blunt tip of himself pressed flat against the slick wetness of your entrance as your body twitched impatiently at his pause. There was an incredibly pleasant static that made retrieving your thoughts completely impossible as you attempted to smother the equally unsatisfied whine of protest that rose in your chest by pulling your bottom lip hard between your teeth. Another puff of hot air against your neck was his response, sweat gathering at the crook of it just beneath his own parted lips. The large, incredibly warm hand on your hip readjusted itself as he continued to stall, his thumb pressing into the skin a bit more fiercely than what was probably intended but you hardly had it in you to mind let alone complain.
“Stanford-”
It was a whine at best, your voice coming out choppy and terse- and far far too desperate. A noise that he could not help but appreciate, the breathless, nearly pleading, quality of your voice making his already much too overwhelmed body tremble. With anxiety? Pleasure? He could not differentiate, too consumed with the sound of his name on your tongue and the feeling of the most intimate parts of you touching him. His mind at war with himself as if trying desperately to hold onto a single piece of the boundless intellect he was so terribly proud of. It was as if he was trying to hold sand between his fingers, trying to hold back the desperate yearning, the well of unparalleled hopeless want that clawed at his gut and pulled at his heart. Stanford attempted to steel himself, to regain something of his usually immaculate composure but to no avail as he squeezed his cock in his left hand and buried his nose deeper into the crook of your neck. Very nearly short circuiting at the pressure and letting out another labored exhale against the heated flesh.
He had thought of this moment many times, played it over in his brain in too many late night fantasies that he was still too ashamed to acknowledge let alone confess to. The feelings he held simply too raw, too complex, too……. complicated. It had never truly been lust alone that had brought on such lurid thoughts of you and your body and deep down he had always known that. An impossible notion, that he, a man of such logic and reason, could hold affections for someone so decidedly younger than himself. He felt beastly, it felt unjust and he deemed himself unworthy of your presence. To have such thoughts, to act up on them was to taint the fragile and tentative friendship he held so dearly. The companionship he craved rotted out and hollowed beneath him by the whims of his own treacherous wants and desires. Emotions that made his heart squeeze uncomfortably in his chest and his attention drawn to a single focus of something he could never have. Something he should not have the audacity to want.
Yet here he was, laid bare before the one person he could not bear the thought of being so vulnerable to. Trembling, volatile and utterly ruined as he lay pressed chest to chest; heart to heart. He could feel it; your heart racing in your chest in tandem with his own, wild and unfettered just beneath dampened skin. Feeling, just as strongly, the pulse in your neck and the slippery wetness between your thighs against the sensitive tip of his cock where he had paused. He was hesitant despite the emotional boundary already having been crossed. Hell, the physical one had most certainly been when he had made you fall apart on his fingers mere minutes before.
Yet to push into you……to connect his own body with yours felt like crossing a line too far. To become even more intimately familiar felt almost morally dubious, reprehensible in some way that he couldn't exactly place. It was physically painful to wait, to simply pause there at the very edge of the connection his entire being coveted so ceaselessly with his body thrumming with want. His spine rigid below your hands, back bowed to press his body flush with yours on the sheets of his own bed, shivering and feverish as he held himself back needlessly. His grip perhaps a bit too tight on both himself and your hip through his mental conniption, all six fingers flexing once more against the plushness as he remedied this. The calloused pad of his thumb rubbing across the jut of bone where your pelvis met your hip in apology as he murmured your name in a whisper to your skin. There was an answering plea, another beguiling call to action upon the sound of his name passing your lips once more and he could not resist. He would deny you no longer. With a soft groan he pushed forwards, burying his conflicting thoughts to the outskirts of his mind and replacing them with the joy of being so wholly connected to you.
The noise he let out was through gritted teeth, his nose digging into the column of your throat as he tried to reel in the intensity of his response. You, on the other hand had no such qualms, openly moaning as the head of his length finally breached your sex, sliding through your already too slick folds and into the wet heat of your insides.
Another choked breath filled the negative space between your bodies, his head lifting to watch your face. Completely unable and unwilling to stop himself from watching as your head tipped back into the pillows as you drew in too short breaths, body combatting the all too pleasant burn of the thickness of his cock settling deep and stretching you a fair bit more than his fingers had.
Ford's breath hitched in his chest, the sensation of being inside of you too much for him to physically handle. His eyes fixed on your own as they fluttered shut, narrowing to slits between the utter bliss he was currently experiencing and his attempt to ascertain if the crease between your brows was from discomfort or pleasure. Though, to you, the resistance was little, having been so well and thoroughly prepared so deliciously by the man between your thighs made your coupling near effortless. Wet, warm and perfect beyond compare where your body had accepted him- his advance- his heart.
The tips of your fingernails dug into the muscles of his back where they flexed against his presently stiffened posture. You both panted harshly, sharing each other's air in the few inches between you, eyes locked together in a moment that felt like the cusp of something unnameable.
Dewy brown eyes watched you intently from beneath the heavy fall of his greying lashes and the somewhat fogged frames of his glasses where they were perched atop his imperfectly perfect nose. His expression hard, brows furrowed and heavyset as he tried and failed to not feel so thoroughly inundated by the situation. Six fingered hands squeezing where they still held your hips, the pad of his thumb running over where your thigh met your hip once more in lieu of speaking, something he was sure he was currently completely incapable of. His ability to articulate himself properly hampered in the face of your union, voice caught somewhere deep in his chest as he made several fruitless attempts to control his breathing.
Before long, there was a tremulous sigh that fell from his parted lips, still slightly chapped despite the thin sheen of saliva that coated them from your ardent kisses. It was as if a physical weight had been lifted from his very soul, that connection he so desperately ached for finally seating itself in his heart and making a home there. The gentle flame that kindled there flickered and twisted as if dancing with the cool summer breeze that drifted through the curtains; much like a candle- one that burned solely for you. He breathed your name softly, a whisper and a benediction all the same as he struggled to keep the bulk of his weight off of you where your form trembled beneath him. The visual alone enough to make his thighs shake with the effort to keep himself in place as he waited patiently for you to adjust. He may have been inexperienced in this particular field but he was not without knowledge.
It was hard to wait, but he would do so for you, always. So he did, breathing deeply into the measly inch of space he had so graciously granted you despite the urgency he felt to be even closer. Chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he abided by your body's need to become accustomed to the intimate intrusion. Now, he would be as patient as you needed him to be.
Not that he was forced to do so for long; feeling your thighs tense on either side of his own, your calves brushing over the backs of his legs as you hitched them higher. Teeth clattering together as he caught his bottom lip between them to smother a gasp at the feeling of your legs crossing behind his back at the ankles, knees pressing together to purposefully pull him in closer……deeper. The moan that ripped through the dark of his bedroom served to startle him, his focus split between the desperate sound wrenched from your kiss swollen lips and the magnificent feeling of your vaginal walls constricting around the now slickened shaft of his cock. His hips rocked forward on instinct, his mind robbed of thought past physical sensation. It was short lived as he began an immediate retreat, brows pinched together into a grimace and his lips pulled back over his teeth as he inhaled sharply in a hiss.
"Oh god- Moses- I-"
He fumbled over words that refused to form. The half baked apology for pressing further than he had intended that was met only by nails digging into his back to form tiny crescents over his raised shoulderblades, the sting accompanied beautifully by a wet little gasp that set his body aflame. A exhilaration tore through his body, causing a sumptuous shiver to race down the length of his spine until it ended at his tailbone. Hips very nearly cramping as he forced his body to still, to not take heedlessly.
people complaining about the Maul trailer are getting on my nerves because YEAH a trailer isn't supposed to spoil the plot for you!!!! SURPRISE!!!! It very CLEARLY shows you that it's taking place in his crime syndicate era and everyone is dealing with the fall of the Republic. Sorry you can't have the narrative spoon fed to you!!
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