#HOLY FUCKKKKKKK

[rainkays]

SPOILERS FOR THE BOYS S4 FINALE

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NO WAY THEY GOT MY GIRL VICTORIA AND HOLY FUCK SAM AND CATE ARE FINALLY BACK IM ????????? THAT ENDING WAS SO INSANE IM LOSING MY MIND RIGHT NOW

[relicfragment]

[snowiwyvern]

OH MY FUCKING GOD

OH MY GOD

OH MY GODDDDDD

[lesbianalicent]

"come with me."

[celestialsolstice]

heard a harmony so beautiful i CRIED?

[aajjks]

⚠️⚠️⚠️ TW ⚠️⚠️⚠️

mommy issues!JK

“hey” you say with that beautiful smile on your glowing face. once again, jae-eon is enamored by your gentleness with his son and observes the way you interact with jungkook. your voice is leveled, soft, and you caress his face when you notice tears prickling the corners of his eyes. he isn’t sure of the specifics but judging from your facial expression, you look upset.

you’re a complete contrast to nara and the difference is evident. compared to nara who’s upfront about who and what she is, you’re quite mysterious and it’s kind of attractive. women like you draw men closer until all they can think about is you and it’s clear that you’ve got his son wrapped around your finger.

thank goodness you aren’t crazy…

“if you wanna leave we can. we don’t have to stay” you whisper as you wipe jungkook’s teary eyes before taking his hands in yours. “we can eat instant ramen, watch movies, and cuddle” with a little time to think, jungkook decides to stay for a little while longer and spend time with his estranged family. although his bond with his father isn’t the strongest, it’s the complete opposite with his mother.

as the cooks hand each of you a custom plate for dinner, conversation easily flows amongst you, jungkook, and ji-yeon. the three of you laugh, make small talk, and go over adorable memories of baby koo. “if you don’t mind…what was seol’s mom like?” ji-yeon widens her eyes, jungkook nearly chokes on his food, and jae-eon happily obliges to your request.

“sure, she was a prostitute my son callously had sex and had an illegitimate child with”

for those who are wondering, there are a couple of things you absolutely do not tolerate:

- your family

- any disrespect aimed at your children or jungkook.

“excuse me? illegitimate? that ‘illegitimate’ child you speak of is YOUR grandchild”

“please, he’s a bastard and so is yours”

without hesitation, you grab jungkook’s wine glass and toss it onto jae-eon causing the alcohol to spill all over his expensive suit. ji-yeon wants to be upset at you and kick both you and jungkook out but her husband had it coming.

you’re not like jungkook’s past ex’s that would nod their heads like obedient daughters, you’re a rebel with 0 tolerance for disrespect and rule you’ve been familiar with your whole life.

“the only bastard i see is you. how dare you talk about my son like that? all i asked was one question, have some decency. the woman is dead and yet you continue to drag her name through the mud as if she didn’t carry him for 9 months and give her life for his. you ought to be ashamed of yourself and when seol gets older, i’m gonna tell him how much of a coward you are for treating his father like shit when all he’s ever done is love you”

“YOU’RE FUCKING INSANE!!!”

“and you’re pathetic. c’mon jungkook let’s go home”

you take jungkook’s hand and lead him to the door and instantly, you feel regret. how could you do that? after reconciling with his mother, you’ve officially fucked things up like you always do and you’re pretty sure jungkook is pissed too but the truth is, he’s amazed. no one, nobody has ever stood up to his father like you have.

you’ve singlehandedly stood up for jungkook and seol on more than one occasion and it only makes his love deeper for you. he’s so in love with you: his angel, his woman, his wife, his everything.

you aren’t perfect, far from it but you’re his and sometimes that’s all he can ask for.

“let’s go home, yeah? i’ll cook you something special and we can watch whatever you want alllll night” you say as pull jungkook in for a kiss before getting in the passenger side.

i did it all for love

i did it all of this on no drugs

i did all of this sober

don’t you know i did it all for us

she watches them talk so happily, carefree

‘that could’ve been me’ she says and it kills her to see someone else in a place she should be

you ruined everything

it’s all your fault

you can’t have him

i had him first

just as the light turns green, i drove my car as fast as it could go. speeding past my red light and right into someone i used to know; i used to love. as i watched everything unfold before me, i began to feel bliss. i was happy. i could’ve killed them and that made me happy.

i just kill-kill-killed my ex

n-not the best i-idea

killed his girlfriend next how-how’d i get here?

i-i just killed my-my ex

i still-still love him though

rather be in hell than alone

“AAAAAHH!!!!! j-jungkook? JUNGKOOK!! b-baby?? c-can you hear me? l-look at me. oh my god. SOMEONE HELPP!!! PLEASEEEEE!!!! CALL THE COPS!!! HELP!!! stay with me okay? look at me—LOOK AT ME!! don’t close your eyes okay? everything’s gonna be okay. i’m right here”

“i got three bodies. a bleeding pregnant female, an unconscious male, and an unconscious female. looks to be a car accident requesting back up and an ambulance immediately. everyone is in critical condition. hold on, okay? hold on….”

~🫧

It is 2 AM in the morning when Eunwoo gets a call from the authorities, he’s in the bedroom with his wife with Seol and Areum sleeping in the other bedroom.

He picks up the phone, but no one could’ve prepared him for what he was about to hear. His heart nearly stops in his chest when he gets to know his best friend has been in a brutal accident

There are two emergency contacts in jungkooks phone list and one is you and the other is Eunwoo.

“W-What? OH MY GOD- W-WHICH HOSPITAL?!” He stammers, taking his wife by surprise, he gets up from his bed frantically before getting off the phone and he’s begun to cry.

“Eunwoo what the fuck- what’s going on?!” His wife asks as he dresses himself up, looking for his car keys, “J-Jungkook and yn have been in an accident! HES UNCONSCIOUS AND YN IS BLEEDING!”

She gets shivers, you are pregnant. Jungkook has a son and you who need him. “H-Hold on- let me come with you!” Eunwoo scoffs, “no you can’t- what about the children. The three need you.”

Before she can say anything else eunwoo shuts the door of the bedroom behind him.

His best friend and his friend are in a life and death situation, Eunwoo can’t think of anytbing else. He needs to be there with you two.

•••

Jungkooks parents come into the hospital rushing, especially his frantic mother, The Jangs are already in the hospital waiting to hear about their beloved daughter’s condition.

Eunwoo decided to call Jungkooks parents, he has no idea how you both got into a car accident, but he’s even more confused now because Nara was also involved in the car crash.

But suddenly, then it all starts to click in his mind.

“WH-WHERE IS MY SON?! HUH WHERE IS HE!!!! A-And MY DAUGHTER IN LAW?!?? HOW IS SHE! LET SEE JUNGKOOK!”

Jiyeon cries uncontrollably, it’s a commotion at 4:30 am in the hospital. “Jiyeon calm down…” her husband tries to calm her down but it’s useless.

“NO I CANT! I CANT LOSE MY SON!” She screams, the nurses, staff watch in horror. Eunwoo approaches the couple, resonating with Jungkooks mother.

“Dearest! H-How is Jungkook! COME ON SPEAK UP SON! HOW IS YN- HOW IS MY GRAND DAUGHTER?!?”

four lives are on the line.

“H-How did they get into an accident?!” Jiyeon asks a crying Eunwoo, who has no answer, but once his parents get to know that Nara was the car that crashed into Jungkooks, hell will rise.

“A-Auntie… Jang Nara is also in this hospital- she was driving the car that crashed into Jungkooks.”

That immediately catches Jae-eon’s attention, “what are you saying, son?”

The Jangs also can’t believe it.

Eunwoo is facing a dilemma right now because he’s not sure if he should inform someone from your family about the accident

“Oh please stop blaming it on my daughter- IT WAS YOUR SON’S FAULT. HE’S ALWAYS BEEN A RECKLESS DRIVER!” Mrs Jang screams in Jiyeons face.

Jiyeon is about to slap her in the face when they’re both interrupted by a Doctor.

“Mr and Mrs Jeon’s family? Hm… I’m so sorry but your son is in a very critical condition, there were some broken bones and a lot of blood loss- he hit his head directly so there is a chance he might slip into a coma.”

All of their hearts stop.

“And as for Mrs Jeon… Her and the baby are both out of danger since she wasn’t the one in the drivers seat. We’ve managed to stable her.”

“However the next 24 hours for the couple are critical because Mrs Jeon might get into early labor- since the baby’s position appears to be breech. and as for Mr Jeon… please pray for him… we will try our best to save him.”

Jiyeon falls to the ground, Eunwoo is frozen.

Just then, the doctor goes to the Jangs to inform them of Nara’s condition.

[crabs-but-better]

HELLO CAN ANYONE HEAR ME OH GOD OH FUCK OH SHIT

[creep-girl]

ii16 spoilers 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

[theblueflower05]

The way you write Neteyam makes me feral dude omfg.

Like…I’m blushing and kicking my feet rn. I feel high. I had to close out this app for a moment before writing this. How u make him dis sexy?????

thinking about size kink/belly bulge with neteyam :D

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🔞mdni; adult!nete - continuation of this blurb

this is the only blurb i'll be posting tonight guys, sorry <3 working on the loak fic tonight :) but thought i'd serve some bfast/lunch/dinner

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"oh, fuck. he definitely did." you curse under your breath, watching in awe as neteyam's hung cock springs from his thigh to slap his belly all on it's own.

it rests on his stomach, fat tip oozing a bead of clear, glossy precum right below his cross shaped ribs. he's watching, too - witnessing the bead of precum slowly trickle down into the dip of his belly button. his head snaps up, predatory, irate gaze boring directly into yours. if he didn't have his hands tied behind his back, you would have actually been a bit frightened.

"untie me." he growls deep in his chest, attempting to lunge forward only to be tugged backward by his restraints. "eywa, woman."

you open your legs wider as a response, scooting towards him as your two fingers spread your folds for him - exposing your glistening pussy. now he's the one staring in awe, gaze softening into something of wanton. the look on his face gives it away, the relaxed brows, his slightly parted lips - the way his chest heaves. wrapping your dainty fingers around his throbbing cock, your thumb grazes over his cockhead before you quickly put it in your mouth to have a taste.

"mmm. still don't get how it's so sweet." you hum, tongue swiping across your bottom lip.

neteyam's arousal is undeniable, especially now that you've done that. seeing you taste him so eagerly just made his cock throb even more, his heart thump even harder. his blood rushes not only to his cock but to his face, staining his cheeks a faint shade of pink.

"wouldn't mind if i borrowed him for a bit, right? you pant, slowly brushing your fingers against his firm balls and up his entire length, before grasping his cock once more.

what could he say? no? all he wanted to do was break free, pin you down and sink his cock inside you. but here you are, asking permission to do just that. maybe being tied up isn't as bad as he thought. it didn't matter what he said, though. you were having your way with him regardless, lining up his mushroomy tip with your dripping slit. so, he opts to stay quiet and watch the show unfold.

you smile, feeling like you were in control for once in this relationship. unbeknownst to you, he's loosening the flimsy knot on the rope restraining his wrists behind his back.

"i'll take that... as a yes." you huff, lifting your hips to slowly sink his cock inside your cunt. "oh fuck, fuck, fuck." you moan breathily, as you both watch every inch of him disappear inside you, pelvises meeting one another.

he peers up at your screwed face through furrowed brows, breathing loudly as your cunt stretches out to accommodate his sheer size. he grits his teeth, willing himself to remain silent as you use him like a fucktoy, sliding up and down on his cock. his eyes slam shut, heavy breaths quickly morphing into low groans.

"yeah? that feel good? tell me, nete." you pant, grip tightening around his ankles while you use them as leverage to fuck his cock faster.

his eyes fly open, staring directly into yours, just as he rams his cock so deep inside you that your body has nowhere to go but up. "holy fuck, neteyam!" you cry out, feeling his tip threaten drill its way into your cervix. he holds his position, heels of his feet digging into the ground beneath him.

"you tell me. does that feel good? hm?" he growls, gaze dropping to the bulge in your abdomen. "look at me inside you, so fucking deep." he say breathily, hands slipping through the rope just in time to grab your hips to shove you further down on his cock. a loud, piercing whimper evades your flushed lips, as the bulge in your belly only protrudes more.

"i said, look at me inside you!" he shifts his hips, jamming his tip into your gummy walls.

your head snaps down, breath hitching as you take in the sight of the bulge jutting out of your belly. "oh shit." you let out a soft mewl.

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edit: corrected some typos

[clowningcrows]

gotta confess that i watched wicked somewhat against my will and didn’t think i’d like it all that much/wouldn’t really understand the hype and yeah. yeah i was a fucking idiot. happy to report that i Completely get it now and i fear that i cannot stop thinking about it

[yappacadaver]

Minrathous is where immortals go to die

[lululeighsworld]

person who just watch the last episode of S1 of once upon a time and is soooooooooooo fucking normal over everything about the rumplestiltskin/belle reunion

[gods-boxershorts]

I’m back with my Hunter brainrot, thanks to your kinktober post 😅 I hope this is ok to ask:

Can you write a Hunter x f reader where the prompts "I can't risk losing you again." and "Don't you see that I'm hurting?" Are used?

And can it be fluffy with feelings? It would also be cool if it’s NSFW or steamy but that’s honestly up to you. I love your work sm <3 take care

Thank you so much, anon! Sorry for the delay; I was trying to work out how to get the line prompts in while keeping it fluffy/sweet/smutty. There’s a tiny bit of angst, but then we get to the good stuff.

I hope this is okay! <3

Safe with You

After you were snatched by locals on a recent mission, buried feelings bubble up to the surface, and neither of you can fight them back any longer.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: canon typical violence, hurt and comfort, light angst, feelings and softness, friends to lovers (this trope with this man 🤌), squint for possessiveness, fingering, praise/encouragement.

Rain pelted against the large barracks window, the grey skies a common sight on Kamino. But Hunter’s attention wasn’t on the brewing storm outside. Dark eyes watched as you moved around the room with a slight limp to decant the contents of your pack onto your cot.

Six months you’d been with them. Six months as their civilian handler. You were supposed to report to the Kaminoans on their missions and provide them with whatever they needed to ensure they returned safely each time. The long necks couldn’t have anything happening to their ‘experimental assets’ after all. You weren’t meant to be in the field with them, yet you’d insisted.

And now you were hurt.

Jaw clenching, Hunter tries to forget the panic that had consumed him when you'd sent a distress signal during the middle of the last mission. They’d left you on the Marauder at a safe distance and able to assist if needed, but the locals had found you and weren’t too happy. Your scream of his name over the comms as you’d been dragged out of the ship had turned his blood to ice and would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Before he could stop himself, Hunter was up on his feet and across the room, reaching out for you, selfishly needing to triple-check that you were okay.

You startle as warm hands grasp your wrist, your heart rate spiking as fear simmers in your veins for only a second until you look up at a familiarly handsome face. Try as you might, you were still a little shaken. The locals hadn’t hurt you – your injury was self-inflicted, having smacked your hip on the bunk racks as you’d tried to kick yourself free of their grasp – and that had been their only saving grace when Hunter had stormed their small village with a blaster in one hand and his vibroknife in the other, demanding to know where you were. The relief that had crumpled his face as you’d been yanked out of a nearby building would forever be etched into your memory.

For a moment, you can only stare into his eyes, watching a mired of emotions flicker across his face before his hand shifts to your chin to tilt your head from side to side, double-checking for any marks. “I’m okay, Hunter.” You tell him softly, shifting your weight onto your good leg. “I don’t blame them.” You’re touched by his concern, warmth seeping through your body.

Hunter shakes his head a little, a hard glint in his endless brown eyes. “I do. You’re hurt.”

“Like I said on the way back here, this is self-inflicted.” You repeat, gently taking his wrist to pry his hand from your face. He didn’t need to worry so much – you’d been through a lot worse.

Hunter isn’t backing down that easily, not when something is clawing at his chest and demanding that he be sure you’re okay. “Let me see.”

You pause, blinking a few times at the commanding tone he’d slipped into so effortlessly. It was easy to forget at times that he was in charge. “Hunter…”

“Please.” He remembers his manners, softening his tone a little. He hadn’t meant to come across as harsh or rude, but that strange feeling in his chest wasn’t easing.

“There’s nothing to see. I’ve probably just pulled a muscle. It’ll be fine in a few days.” You point out.

Hunter takes a deep, shaky breath. “You don’t know what it was like hearing you scream out for me.” He pauses, swallowing, the memory replaying on an endless loop in his mind. “Nothing mattered other than getting to you. And I was too slow. You were gone when I got back. But your scent…” His jaw clenched, brows drawn down into a pained frown. One of his hands moved to cup your face, the light drag of his thumb across your cheekbone tugging at your heart. “So sweet but tainted with fear…” He trails off, remembering how relentlessly he’d tracked you down, pushing his senses further than ever before, searching for every little trace of you, desperate to have you back. “Don’t you see that I’m hurting? Please. I need to see that you’re okay.”

You couldn’t deny the worry you saw in Hunter’s eyes, something that rarely surfaced in the stoic soldier, and his words struck a chord with the unspoken connection that had grown between you during your time together. With a small sigh, you nod, giving in to his request.

“Alright. But I promise you, it’s not as bad as you think.” You gently guide him to sit on your cot, lowering yourself next to him and lifting your shirt enough to reveal the purpling bruise on your hip. It wasn’t anything serious, just a painful reminder of the close call.

Hunter’s eyes narrow as he inspects the bruise, his fingers brushing lightly over the discoloured skin. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and for a moment, there’s silence in the room, only the distant rumble of thunder and the patter of rain against the window breaking the stillness.

“I told you, it’s nothing major.” You reassure him, studying the deep furrow in his brow. “I appreciate your concern, but I can handle a few bumps and bruises. It comes with the territory.”

Hunter remains silent, his gaze fixed on the bruise as if trying to will it away. Then, without a word, he rifles through the contents of your pack that you’d dumped out, grabbing a small tube of bacta gel. Wordlessly, he begins to apply it to your bruise, his movements deliberate and tender.

“You shouldn’t have to endure this.” He mutters, almost to himself, his fingers working the gel into your skin. “You weren’t made for this, yet you willingly put yourself in harm’s way. I can’t…I can’t risk losing you again.”

His admission catches you off guard. The weight of his words hangs in the air. The bond between you has evolved, whether you intended it or not.

You place a hand over his, pausing his ministrations. “I’m here because I choose to be. I believe in what you and your brothers are fighting for. I want to help in whatever way I can. I want to protect you. You’re not the only one who would go to great lengths for someone they care about.”

Hunter meets your gaze, his expression softening. At that moment, you realize that the storm brewing outside is nothing compared to the one raging inside Hunter.

You watch as he sets aside the bacta gel, knowing you’re at a crossroads and that whatever you say or do next will tip the scales. His eyes lift to meet yours, and for a moment, the silence lingers until his gaze dips down to your lips for the briefest of seconds. 

You move on instinct. Leaning in, your hand cups his cheek, guiding his face towards yours. As your lips meet in a tender kiss, you feel him respond with relief and desperation, as if he’s afraid this moment might slip away. His hand finds its place on the small of your back, drawing you closer as he deepens the kiss.

Warmth licks through you, and you let out a small noise of surprise as Hunter pulls you carefully onto his lap, shifting you so that you can straddle him. His hand still supports your back, the other cradling the nape of your neck as his tongue presses forward, sliding between your lips to taste you.

Your soft moan is muffled by his mouth, tongue meeting his, body going pliant. Hunter’s lips are firm and confident, every fragment of his adoration for you poured into the kiss. 

He wants to drown in your scent, to block out the rest of the galaxy and focus on nothing but you – the sounds you’re making, the racing of your heart, the taste of you that he’ll never get enough of. Cautious not to jostle you, Hunter stands, cradling you to him, smiling against your lips as your arms and legs wrap around him. As you cling to him, he carries you across the room to his bunk, laying you down gently on his sheets.

Sinking into the softness of the mattress, you gaze up at Hunter as he settles above you, careful not to rest his weight on you. Soft lips return to your body, dragging down your throat as his fingers creep under your shirt, dark fabric pushed up as he traces the curves of your body, the rough pads of his fingers against smooth skin. He’s already half-hard just from kissing you, but he studiously ignores it.

You are his priority. You always have been.

He shifts, working his way down your body. Reverent kisses pressed to your exposed belly, lips lingering around your injured hip, still shiny with bacta. Endless brown eyes flit up to meet your gaze, stealing your breath. Reaching down, you cup the inked side of his face, watching as his eyes flutter shut, head tilting into your touch, lips ghosting the palm of your hand in a feather-light kiss as he reassures himself that you're okay. Tears prickle at your eyes, heart aching at the sweetness of the gesture.

Fingers reach the waistband of your pants, already sitting low to not press on your hip, and there's a silent question in his gaze as he looks up at you.

With a small nod, you encourage him, and Hunter slowly pries your pants down further, eyes flitting between yours and the expanse of skin slowly revealed to him. He sees every emotion painted on your beautiful face, like a masterpiece he’s dedicated his entire life to studying.

Your pants hit the floor, Hunter’s lips trailing a path back up your body, soft kisses and gentle nips laved across your thighs and stomach. One arm returns to supporting his weight above you while the other hand smooths across your body, committing every part of you to memory. He could spend an eternity mapping you, losing himself in every nuance of you. Your honeyed scent fills his lungs, overpowering the lingering smells in the barracks.  

It’s the sweetest torture you’ve ever experienced, the soft drag of his fingers across your body, the warmth of him so close, those eyes that have drawn you in since the very beginning. He dips down for a delicate kiss, fingers sliding across your thighs. They part without protest, and the deep rumble of approval that flees his lips sends a shiver through you.

Tentatively, he drags two fingers across the front of your damp panties as your kiss breaks. “So needy already, cyar’ika.” He croons, marvelling at the whimper you let loose. “Should probably do something about that, eh?” He adds, catching your clit with his next stroke, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

All you can do is nod, heart racing as you look up at him, trusting he’ll take care of you.

A smile passes over Hunter’s lips, and his fingers dance under the waistband of your panties, sliding down through your slick folds. Drawing lazy circles around your entrance, he goes to press a digit into your warm heat but pulls back at the last moment. Your brows furrow, and the small whine of frustration you let out makes him chuckle. “Patience, mesh’la.” He admonishes playfully, dragging his fingers up and over your clit again, making you gasp.

It’s maddening. But at the same time, oh so delicious. One of your hands grasps at the sheets of his bunk, the other grabbing onto him, anchoring yourself as his fingers stroke across you, cataloguing each spot that makes your hips jolt or pulls a little sound from you.

The delicious torture comes to an end as he finally presses a finger into you, another sliding in beside it. A soft moan escapes you, muffled as Hunter presses his lips to yours, crooking his fingers until he finds the right spot.

Stars erupt in your vision, kiss breaking as you tilt your head back, letting out another moan as pleasure curls through you. 

“There it is.” Delight warms Hunter’s voice as he finds the spot, fingers moving, watching enraptured as you react to his touch. Leaning closer, his lips ghost over the shell of your ear. “You should see yourself, cyar’ika. So beautiful.” He whispers, revelling in the way your heart rate spikes at his words, how you squirm and cant your hips to chase the pleasure he’s giving you. “That’s it. Take what you need.” He encourages.

Eyes sliding shut, warmth builds in your belly with every brush of his fingers against that sensitive spot inside you, with every soft word he utters. You grind down against his palm, the added pressure on your clit making your head spin as his fingers slide in and out of you.

Hips rolling, you’re grateful for the bacta gel that’s numbed the earlier ache, and you whine as Hunter’s teeth graze your earlobe. Warm puffs of his breath caress your neck as he dips down, dragging the flat of his tongue from your clavicle back to your ear, making you shiver. “Keep going, sweetheart, you’re doing so well.” He murmurs, a low rasp to the smoky voice you’ve grown to love.

Breath stuttering, you cling to him, desperately rocking against his hand. Your fingers twist the sheets as the pressure builds and builds. “Please...” You whine, eyes opening to find lust-blown brown gazing right back at you.

You ask so sweetly that Hunter can’t do anything but take mercy on you. Ensuring his fingers continue pumping slowly in and out of your tight heat, his thumb makes contact with your clit, and the cry you let out is magnificent.

“Yes, yes, like that…” You babble, eyes falling shut once more as he works you into a frenzy. Lips parting on a silent gasp, you finally tip over the edge. Trembles skitter through your body as you give yourself over to it, letting yourself be swept up in the moment.

Hunter has seen a lot in his few years – sunrises on pretty planets, families reunited, millions of stars shining in distant pockets of the galaxy. Still, all of it pales compared to the sight of you falling apart beneath him.

Working you through the high, his hand only stills once your beautiful eyes open once more and, holding your gaze, he slides his fingers from you, dragging them up to his mouth. The taste of you explodes in his mouth, and he groans, lapping at his fingers as he cleans away the evidence of your release.

Ragged breaths escape you as you come down from the high, watching the way the man you adore savours the taste of you. Exhaustion starts to creep through your body, the adrenaline of the day wearing off and the intensity of your orgasm stealing what little energy you had left. “Your turn…” You mumble, hand sliding down his body towards the thick length straining against his blacks.

Hunter gently captures your wrist, guiding your hand back up before peppering your pulse point with light kisses. “Promise me that I can teach you how to defend yourself better. And that you’ll always carry my spare vibroknife.” He makes a heartfelt request.

You attempt to protest, but seriousness settles over his expression, a stark reminder of how shaken he’d been earlier. “Tomorrow morning, I’m returning the favour. Then I’ll promise you anything.” You finally conceded.

A soft chuckle escapes him. “Deal.” He agrees, sealing the pact with a gentle press of his lips to yours. Carefully, he shifts you, pulling the sheet up, cocooning you in warmth. “There’s my girl.” He coos, watching as your eyes start to droop, lids heavy.

Half-awake, you mumble. “Yours?”

“Mine.” He confirms tenderly, smoothing your hair from your face, the ache in his chest finally easing as you rest safely in his bunk.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

HE’S TALKING ABOUT THE WAR WITH BBH I’M GOING TO START TEARING AT THE WALLS AND FLOORBOARDS. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD HE’S SHOWING BBH THE FEAR ROOM ARE U SERIOUS RN

[jewishcissiekj]

Oh. ok. Wow. Haden Blackman can you write an Asajj Novel for me please

Star Wars: Obsession #5 (Written by Haden Blackman, art by Brian Ching)

[florsial]

I am resting my eyes.

Btw you have good taste in friends, @deetealeaf is AMAZING.

YES SHE IS!!!!! SHE IS SO SWEET AND NICE AND COMFORTING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND SHE ALWAYS MAKES MY DAY BETTER I LOVE HER SO MUCH!! I LOVE TALKING TO HER AND HAVING CONVERSATIONS OVER REBLOGS WITH HER AND LBCUWYBFKVWFBV SHE'S MY FAVORITE PERSON IN THE WORLD

HER BLOG IS ALSO SOOOOO PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL AND SHE'S SUCH A NICE AND SUPPORTIVE AND SAFE PERSON AND TREATS EVERYONE SHE INTERACTES WITH WITH SO MUCH KINDNESS (I stalk her blog) I LOVE HER SO MUCH FOR IT. I LOVE TALKING ABOUT OUR DAYS AND HEARING ABOUT HER LIFE AND TALKING ABOUT BOOKS. SHE PUTS UP WITH SO MUCH OF MY NONSENSICAL BULLSHIT AND SHE HAS SUCH CUTE MUSIC TASTE.

SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL AND LOVELY PERSON WITH A WONDERFUL SOUL AND I WANNA HAVE A CHANCE TO HUG HER SO MUCH (MAN FUCK LONG DISTANCE) AND MAKE HER LIFE HAPPY. DEE IS THE PLATONIC LOVE OF MY LIFE AND MY FUCKING SOULMATE AT POINT. MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND AND I TAKE SO MUCH PRIDE IN THAT!!!

ilyyyyyyy @deetealeaf <33333333333333