#and sw staring rudely

[random-kido]

misc krok centered doodles

[yeyinde]

hoooooo boy. m!mc anon here - your response was extremely interesting and i am a little obsessed with your brain (i’d like to study it, you truly come up with the most delicious ideas)

but i also have to say that out of all of tf 141, that idea for soap was actually so delicious that i had to physically put my phone down for a while. respectfully, that is the hottest thing i’ve probably ever read. even more feral soap?? forcefem?? phew. amen.

thank you for giving me more material to zone out to in the middle of the day (praying hands emoji)

ahhh thanks!!! i started to drag on more about m!Reader and Johnny, but. this happened lmao. so here is some nasty Johnny picking up m!Reader in a bar.

forced!fem. switch Johnny. m!reader is described as being very masculine presenting. but in the flavour of Will Graham's whole aesthetic

All things considered, it's a little clichè.

Older man (—ish, you amend mentally, remembering the birth year on his driver's license when you chanced a peek over his forearm as he rifled through his wallet: 1982—millenial) hits on a younger man in a crowded sports bar. Opens the conversation with haven't seen you around here before, and let's the defined chisel in his jawline do the heavy lifting in place of a personality. Adds a wink to that line, too.

Thighs pressed tight against each other on the stool. Arms brushing. Speaks purposefully when it gets rowdy so he has to lean in close, stubbled jaw grazing your cheek as he mock whispers his lacklustre response to a question you didn't ask. Buys you beer. The expensive kind, too. Laughs when you ask what he's drinking and orders something that makes him seem like he's more of a man than you are.

For a brief period between intermissions—when it gets quieter and he conveniently sneaks off to the washroom—you debate picking up the heavy innuendos he's trying to put down. It could be worse, you think, staring at the only other potential lay you've been entertaining over the last two weeks.

You could be getting mediocre sex from a guy who keeps sending you unasked for pictures of his cock and hole. One you keep dodging by adding an appropriately enthused wow, all this and it's only 10am on a Tuesday to every "yep, that's a dick" image he sends in place of a real conversation.

The sarcasm gifting you yet another unasked for picture of his hand around his cock. Sure is, baby. But—

"be better if ye were 'ere wit' me."

You startle, phone cracking off the edge of the counter. "Shit—"

The person over your shoulder peels away for a moment. "Ah, sorry. Ack—is yer phone alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," you breathe, tapping on the screen. It flicks on. You're graced with another picture of his ballsack. The caption—

"need yer cock s'fuckin' bad—"

You cut him a sharp glance over your shoulder. It's rude. You're a little annoyed at having your travesty of a sex life aired out for every obnoxious wannabe cowboy to overhear, but the irritation is stemmed by the fill of liquid hazel—and flecks of blue, you think; a pretty blue ring around oxidizing copper.

Larimar. Marbled with umber. Framed around glossy white streaked with small rivers of red. Tinged slightly yellow—undoubtedly from the pack of cigarettes you find stuffed into the breast pocket of his red, gingham button down when you tear your eyes away from him. The look too intense. Too much.

Taking stock of everything else about him is just as flustering. The gingham draped loosely over him. Wrinkled sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Collar opened until the last few buttons around his navel. He's wearing a black shirt beneath that glues to his skin, pulling taut around his sternum and collarbones. A gold chain with a thick, heavy cross sits in the valley between, swinging when he rocks back on his heels.

Thick thighs stuffed into jeans that stretch to fit. The bottoms tucked half-heartedly into a pir of black, leather boots.

The shirt shifts when he moves, pulling tight around his broad shoulders as he lifts the last swig of a beer bottle to his lips. Beneath the coarse, black hair that dusts over the pale, peachy skin of his forearms, the back of his hands, his knuckles (Jesus Christ), his muscles flex. Bunching tight under veined flesh.

It makes sense to follow the trail to those sucking lips, but you catch a flash of pale pink, the sweep of a blood-red tongue through the hazy brown of the translucent rim of the bottle and feel your heart lurch in your chest.

You try to swallow but your throat is dry.

He makes a noise as he drinks. A sucking slurp, the plop of his lips unglueing from of the mouth of the bottle. A quiet, groaning ahh whispered under his breath.

It pulls your eyes up, forcing you to fill in the rest of this puzzle, and you know, even before the same dense cropping of hair that covers his arms (hands, fingers) starts to show at the black hem of his Henley that you made a mistake. A grievous one. He's handsome.

Defined jaw. Implish lips. An angular nose. Thick, full brows. The same pale, peachy skin sloping up his neck, chin, cheeks, and forehead before disappear into dark brown, almost black, hair. An untrimmed mohawk. A scar on the side of his head, cutting clean along his temple and stretching back to his ear. The hair around it is sparse. Shaved. The gorge of his scar a dark pink inside. Healed, but—

Raw.

A little like the rest of him. Rougish, in a way. Fractured.

His hair is matted down on top. Toussed along the unblemished, overgrown side, but flat on his crown.

The mystery, however, is solved when he flicks a ballcap onto the table beside you with a crooked quirk of his mouth. All teeth. White, sharp.

The man slips into the stool your date was occupying with a sniff, the smooth ridge of his nose bunching up. Displeasure drapes itself over his expression, a little rumple in his brow. "Screamin' Jesus. Dunno wha's thicker. His cologne or his come-ons."

The barb is unexpected. You try to hide your snort behind a grimace, rubbing the tip of your nose with a rough finger. He catches it, though. The pinch in his brow smoothing out as he grins wide, vicious.

Your heart lunches. Stutters uncomfortably in your chest. "You watchin' me or something?"

He turns in the seat, knee bumping into your thigh. Crowding you easily as he folds over the tabletop, elbow dropping to the table with a muted thud. His cheek slides into his palm, head tilting as he considers your words. The implication.

And then he grins wider. "Or somethin'."

Cocky. You scoff, but it just makes him look more amused.

"Tha' yer type?"

"Hmm?"

He motions to the nearly untouched glass of whiskey in front of him. Then to your phone.

"All talk," he enunciates each word, letting his accent pull taut around the syllables. "An' no action."

"No action? You don't think buying me beer and sending dick pics, begging for a fuck, is no action?"

"Aye—" he reaches for the beer he placed down beside his cap, and takes a generous swallow as you pretend the shift in his throat isn't making you a little light headed. He peels away with a grunt. "Ah do."

"Yeah?" You scoff, bringing the nozzle to your mouth to quench the ache in your throat. The soft preen coiling in your chest. Stupid words like, so what about it, pretty boy? wanna take me home. "What would you do instead?"

"I'd split yer pussy open on my cock in the loo. Let everyone in this bar hear ye moanin' fer me—"

You choke, barely have time to put the bottle down before you're haccking into your fist. He has the decency to pat your back as you wheeze.

"Ain't got a pussy," is what you settle for after a beat, voice hoarse. Wrecked. The way he shudders at the sound is unmistakable. Your neck feels hot. Itchy.

"Oh, sure ye do," he leans in close, warm breath fanning over your cheek. "A nice, tight little pussy fer me to fuck—"

"I'm a man." You feel a little stupid saying it. As if any part of you could be mistaken for slight. For soft. Feminine. You work with your hands. Grew up in the backcountry. Fishing before you could talk. Chewing tobacco before you hit puberty. Your old man made sure to pound that notion into your head before you even know what it meant to be a child. "I don't know what kinda games you're playing, but—"

"ahm no' playin' games," he shrugs, leaning back. It gives the idea of space. Distance. But his hand finds its way your denim-clad thigh, nails skimming the inside seam of your jeans wear the material is softer, worn down from friction. Too high to be appropriate.

You should move. Snap at him to take it off. Growl the words out if you have to do.

(Punch him, maybe. But he looks like the sort who would like that too much, you think. Rough. Dirty. Not afraid to fight back with his teeth if he needs to.

come on, baby, hit me harder—)

Your knee jerks. His grip tightens. "I got a cock. Not a pussy."

He makes a face at that. His full bottom lip juts out, angling to the side in confusion. "Ah ken? Ahm plannin' on ridin' that cock tonight, aye. The one yer little date is so desperate fer—"

"Jesus—" you wheeze, cock thickening in your jeans. Men aren't—

They're not usually so forward with you. It's nudging innuendos. Beer. A whispered wanna get outta here when the bar is about close and no one else is around to see it. You know what you look like. And it's not—

Soft.

"Easy," he taunts, grinning. "Don't choke so soon. 'aven't even go' ma cock out—"

You're not entertaining this. Absolutely not. He's—

Well. You're not sure what he is, but he's not normal. Not right. And you're not that desperate.

(maybe)

But the words die in your throat when his bright eyes glance down at your empty bottle, a frown forming over his pretty, pink lips like you not having anything to drink right away was somehow the most inconvenient thing to him.

"Get ye a drink?"

"Sure," you say, nodding. Then: "thanks."

It's softer. Gritty. The word scrapes over your throat in a way that almost hurts.

You blame it on the beer you drank before. Sloshing around your empty stomach and making you feel wildly off-kilter. Tipsy, maybe. Too drunk. Vulnerable to kindness (however threadbare it might be) when you usually get lewd pictures and beer you didn't ask for.

He flags the bartender down with a flick of his wrist. Keeps his eyes listed toward you as he leans over the counter, whispering something in his ear that you can't hear. Unease knots in your stomach. Cold fingers linking together, pressing frigid knuckles to your soft lining.

You look away when he drops back into his seat, hand finding its way back to your thigh. Gripping tight. Possessive. It curls around you. His warmth, his touch. The smell of him—sweet wheat, lemongrass; something earthy, like the damp, wet scent of mid-autumn; maple leaves stuck to the pavement after a late night rain shower—and you breathe slowly through your nose, both eager for the smell and sick of it. Sweet maple. Tart pumpkin. Your fingers twitch. You fold them into fists, glancing down at the spread of his hand on you.

His knuckles are red. Blotchy. Raw. The skin on his middle finger is cut across the wrinkled folds of his joint. The knick is deep. Almost a circle if not for the way it tears on the side, streaking outward. The outer edges of the crater are white. The inside pink before it turns to a deep red in the middle. Clotting already.

Your tongue feels like lead in your mouth. Unhinging your jaw takes more effort than you can expend, and you pant, a little, when your mouth finally pries apart. The words thicken on your tongue.

What happened—

The bartender comes back, his shadow falling over the counter. You jerk your head up, blinking at him as he places something down in front of you.

Something pink.

You swallow again. "Uh, what's this?"

"Sex on the Beach," the man answers, waving the bartender off. "Pretty drink fer pretty little thing."

"You wanna get punched? Because this is how you get your teeth knocked out—"

"Oh, baby," he purrs, accent rolling over the words in a way that goes straight to your cock. "If that's what yer intae, ah don't mind gettin' a little bloody fer ye. Might make suckin' yer pretty little cock easier."

Little. Your throat aches. Your mouth is dry. The beer is gone, cleaned empty bottles cleaned up by the bartender. Trying to swallow only makes the sting in your throat more prominent and does little to relieve the burn.

In front of you, the pink drink sits mockingly. Beads of condensation drip down the glass.

It's not even the stupid implication of a man drinking a cocktail that keeps you from reaching for it, but the fact that he ordered it for you with that in mind. Pretty drink fer a pretty—

Your throat clicks. Flesh glueing together when you swallow. Peeling away painful when you breathe.

Fuck it, you think. It doesn't mean anything. Not to you. Not at all.

When you reach for it, his head jerks over to you. Staring, unabashedly, as you bring it your lips and take a sip.

He groans. The hand on your thigh tightens. "Good girl."

It heats you up. Buzzes in the back of your head. You should get out of here. Leave. Go home and sink your head into your pillow, squeeze your eyes shut until all these terrifying feelings are snuffed out. Smothered. Tucked back into a box you didn't realise you had—

"Wanna come home wit' me? Let me fuck yer pretty pussy until I cum?"

The swell of anticipation in your chest makes you flinch. "I told you—"

"Ye want it, don't ye?" His hand moves higher up your leg, bleeding warmth through the denim. "Want me to make fuck ye. Make ye cum around ma cock. Bet ye have th' sweetest little cunt—"

"Fuck—" you shiver. His word wrap around your hindbrain, a soft touch that makes you feel hot. Itchy. Your heart pounds. You wonder if he can hear it. "I don't—"

"Gonnae let me taste it. Sit tha' pretty arse on ma face, aren't ye? Ride me until ye cum."

"I can't—" you force the words out of your throat, feeling the scrape against the soft tissue inside until it hurts. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but—"

"ahm tryin' tae take a pretty girl home—" girl. Girl. You shudder, feeling sick. Nauseous. "'ave her spread her pretty legs fer me..." he leans in, lips brushing your warm cheeks. "Let me ride that pretty cock until she cums—"

"Stop it—"

His hand finds your cock, thick in your jeans. Pressing tight against the zipper. "Gonnae fuck me so good, aren't ye? Not gonnae let ye cum unless it's inside me—"

"You're—ah, fuck—" his hand rubs over your bulge, eyes hooded, heavy, as you twitch. A wet spot grows, dark and unmistakable against the cool blue denim. "A—anyone ever tell you that you're kind of a freak?"

"an' yer a messy girl—" another pulse. The patch grows. It shouldn't turn you on. This sort of talk—it's not something you've ever been interested in before. Ever tried. Outside of porn—big, barrel chested men crushing another in their arms, growling about how they're gonna knock them up—it never surfaced. Never reared. "Gonnae let me clean ye up?"

You should say no.

It's on the tip of your tongue. No, leave me alone. Get the fuck off of me. Say that shit to me every again, and I'll—

His hand slides up, fingers curling over your clothed cock in a way that knocks the thoughts from your head, leaving nothing behind but an empty space. An ache. An itch. Something that needs to be filled.

Your phone chimes. Another text. You don't have to look down to know what it is, but his hand slides over, fingers dropping to the sleek, black surface. He pulls it to him with the pads of his index and middle finger. You should stop him. Grab it back. Leave—

"Need yer thick cock inside o'me," he narrates, mouth ticking up in a terrifying smirk. All teeth. A dogtoothed grin. "Now, there's a thought."

He dips his chin, tongue poking out from between his lips as he types something back in response. You can't see what it is from this angle, but the pinch in his brow, the glimmer in his eyes—you're sure this guy, potential candidate; looming mediocre lay, will have you blocked in five minutes. When he glances back, a tendril of something darkly satisfied brimming in the amber of his eyes, you amend it to right now.

You huff. "Shouldn't take things that don't belong to you."

The man stares at you for a moment, the corners of his eyes creasing in that same soot-stained amusement he had when he ruined your chances with the too-pink tip of his tongue hanging out. Satisfied dog. It's unnerving.

You think it scares you.

Or—

It should.

Whatever he finds as he fossicks through the fragments of your shattering composure, it seems to make him purr. His pupils expand. His nostrils flare. He leans in again, and you taste ash on your tongue. "M'ready tae leave."

It's not a question. The with you rings out like a gunshot in the back of your head.

You should say no. It's been on the tip of your tongue this whole time. No. No. Leave me alone. Go away—

But each time you try to pry apart your clenched jaws to say it, the look in his eyes make you think dogs and their bones.

You swallow this rancid thing in the back of your throat down. Make a jerking movement with your shoulder—a shrug, maybe. The twitch of your aching cock gives you away.

"C'mon, wannae fuck tha' little pussy o'yers," he rasps, words a tangled growl in the thick of his throat. Accent eliding. Slurring together. "Or ah'll have tae drag ye back tae the bathroom. Fuck ye in the shall. Make yer pussy cum on ma cock—"

You shiver. It's disgust. It's anger. It's—

His hand peels away from your thigh, reaches for your phone. He leans toward, and shoves it into the back of his pocket.

"what ahm I gonnae do tae ye?"

You know what he asking for. Feel the heat smoulder inside of your veins, burning up your neck. Be a man, you think. Be a man. Tell him to fuck off. Punch him. There's nothing soft about you. Nothing delicate. He's crazy. You're not—

His stare is paralyzing. You feel dread thicken in your stomach.

(dread, you think; your cock jerks. The front of your jeans are damp. The sticky drag of them on your groin calls you a liar.)

"Ahm no' askin' again, hen."

Your jaw unlocks easy this time. Opening with a quivering sigh that makes him groan low under his voice, eyes fixed on you. Drilling holes into your head. Needling his warped desire into your mind.

"You're gonna," your voice shakes. Heat sears your skin. It feels you're going to melt. "You're gonna fuck my—my pussy—"

The noise he makes is sinful. Liquid. Rich. A groan that breaks into a thrilling moan. Your stomach knots. Churns. You'd be sick if you had more to drink.

"C'mon—" he jerks his head toward the door, eyes blazing. "Gonnae ye exactly what ye need."

You go. Stand when he does, chin dropping to your chest in humiliation when your cock jerks at the idea. Sliding your jacket off your shoulders, holding it in your trembling fists as it covers your pelvis. The unmistakable need there for everyone to see.

Fuck yer pussy so good, he growls, ripping his wallet open and shoving a fistful of neat, straight notes on the counter. "Ain't gonnae need anythin' else when ahm done wit' ye. Gonnae be beggin' fer my cock inside ye—"

You should run. And when he steps back, motioning for you to move first, it feels like he's giving you the perfect opportunity to escape. To flee. You want to. You should.

But you don't. Something holds you back. Makes your teeth sink into your tongue. Jaw hinging shut. Snuffing out the words rotting in the back of your throat with a swallow.

You follow him quietly as he paws at you, rutting his cock against your thigh, whispering in your ear about all the terrible things he's doing to do. A better, more sensible man would've run, something holds you back.

The same thing that makes you ignore the reason why you haven't asked about his bloodied knuckles or wondered where your date is.

You know the answer already, don't you?

"Ahm gonnae fuck ye so good, hen. Won't be thinkin' about anyone else when ahm done wit' ye—"

It's what you've been looking for since the beginning.

[raes-writing-space]

The TWST Boys Find Out You’re a SW

Written in collaboration with @iambutadepress again!

Summary: A complete roster of all the main NRC boys finding out you’re a sex worker (mentions of stripping, camming, onlyfans etc.) Everyone is aged up. (But also we didn’t want to write for Ortho, because we could not think of anything for him.) Warnings: 18+, mentions of sexual themes, crack headcanons, potential non-con, cursing. Not beta read. Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI Words: ~ 3181

Heartslabyul

Riddle

Flabbergasted

Absolutely horrified 

Slams laptop closed out of fear

Doubts it was you on his screen and goes in for another look

Turns a crimson red 

Avoids you for weeks and is afraid to look you in the eye (may or may not use his signature spell on you on sight)

Finally addresses it and you have to explain what you do and why

Understands your decision but still avoids the topic 

Probably has PTSD about it tbh

Ace

Wide eyed but honestly not as surprised as you’d think.

More proud that you are even brave enough to do this.

Will immediately text you about it and tease the fuck outta you for it.

But then when you slap him with that “If you’re gonna watch you gotta tip” he immediately shuts up and leaves.

Will legit just probably jokingly ask if he can come over and watch for free.

Doesn’t tell anybody, but will absolutely make innuendos and tease you during class to see your reaction.

Honestly isn’t as embarrassed about the situation as much as you’d think, and would be pretty supportive, despite the teasing.

Will accidentally leave his volume up while watching you and your moans can be heard throughout the dorm (cue Riddle and his signature spell)

Deuce

So slow on the uptake, probably watches your stream for thirty minutes before he realizes it’s you.

Completely speechless but also won’t avoid you in the halls.

But he will not say a damn word, just stares at you while you talk about class.

Poor boy does not know how to bring it up or even if he should.

Honestly dude doesn’t even go to watch porn or cams often, that was his first time, and now he’s scared to try again.

Honestly, I couldn't imagine him in a strip club because I think he would be confused for a minute about what the point was.

God forbid you try to offer him a lap dance, because you’re going to have to walk him through it, and encourage him that it’s okay to look because he will literally keep his eyes shut the entire time.

Thought it would be rude if he turned you down (and also didn’t know what a lap dance was, literally thought it was similar to belly dancing.)

Cater

Its canon that he has an onlyfans because I say so

He was looking for people to follow and he found yours

Curious and surprised that you have one

He subscribes and scrolls through your content and leaves comments

May or may not buy your videos for his own pleasure

Will definitely bring it up to you the next day and asks for a collab

Would also buy you lingerie to post on your page (be sure to tag him though <3)

Congrats, you’re now onlyfans buddies

If you’re a stripper, will be really jealous and want to try and strip too. He wants money thrown at him too :(

Highkey always wants to gift you cool af looking heels and takes pics of them to post on his blog.

Trey

 Would want to stop watching, he really does, but he can’t pull his eyes from the screen.

He probably convinces himself he’d only do it this one time, and tip REALLY WELL before never doing it again.

He probably thinks about it for at least a month though before he gets over the fact that he has masturbated to you.

If you’re a stripper though he’d honestly be a bit embarrassed and shy at first, but then makes sure you’re taking care of yourself.

Honestly probably gets protective if you have some really handsy and uncomfortable clients too.

He just wants to make sure you’re okay <3

Savanaclaw

I believe all of Savanaclaw really be drinking that Respect Women Juice so much that if anyone tried to unconsensually out you as a sex worker, any of the boys would throw fucking hands with the person trying to out you.

Like yeah, they might tease you about it, or talk to you about it, but they’d never try to out you or tell you how to live your life or get money.

Leona 

Was bored one day and was scrolling a site that the dorm was raving about

Comes across a familiar face on one of the cam thumbnails and sees that it's you

Is intrigued and will watch for the fun of it (he also has some new dirt on you)

WILL tease you in the chat and in class

Will ask you to demonstrate some of your “moves”

If he walks in on you during a stream he will lean on the doorway and watch until you notice

If you were a stripper, he would eye you and ask for a dance or two

He is definitely one to tease you during the dance by whispering in your ear or holding you down at your waist 

Still supportive though because it's your life and he can’t tell you how to live it

Please be careful if you do any kind of “bunny” look or “innocent” look, that predator/prey thing is very real.

You’ve never seen the motherfucker move so fast until he heard someone mention “bunny costume”

Ruggie

Was the person to recommend your streaming site to Leona

Guilty Pleasure Regular, and doesn’t think to be anonymous.

You find out pretty quickly it’s him and ask him about it.

Immediately panics and starts gaslighting you, goes so far to even be like “I don’t even know what porn means. Is that an acronym?”

After he gets over himself, he confesses and asks if it’s okay to still keep watching.

The answer is up to you.

Boy cannot tip you tho, but you suddenly start getting random meals placed outside your door instead. <3

Also tries to figure out how to bend the same way you do. Catch this boy trying to throw his damn legs in the air mid stream to see if he could actually do it, and then pulls a damn muscle.

If you’re a stripper, has the confidence of a god that he could do the moves you do, and then absolutely eats shit trying to pull himself up onto the pole.

Jack

Another one that slams his laptop shut SO FAST.

Storms to the Ramshackle to give you a piece of his mind

Little did he know you were in the middle of a stream

Bursts in on you booty butt naked and immediately gets flustered

Slams the door just as fast as that laptop

As soon as you’re done you walk out in a robe to a very disgruntled wolf boy

Lectures you for hours on why sex work is terrible and you should respect yourself (hes one of those yall)

You have to explain in depth why you do what you do

It will take him a while to understand but once he does he becomes very protective of you and does regular check ins (such a good boy)

Octavinelle

Azul

Another guilty pleasure regular but anon

As much as this man hates losing money he can’t help but get hard watching you

Is very shy about it and if he does pull you for a private it will be dead silent 

If you figure out it’s him, he will be another to try and gaslight you (stutters)

“I am a man of class y/n I would never consider partaking in such a scandalous act” (liar)

If he does come clean he will for sure want to profit and become your manager (hard pass)

At least he can give you marketing advice right? ( you gotta pay up though slut)

Refuses to go to a strip club because it's “degrading”

Will for sure be subscribed to your onlyfans but will deny it until he croaks 

Another one to try and ask if he can come over and watch for free though.

Jade

Straight up finds the whole thing amusing at first, not even in a sexual way, just in a “Oh?~ What do we have here?~” Kind of way.

If you had an onlyfans would totally buy all your shit and keep it, may even be brave enough to be like “Oh look at this-” On his phone and literally show you a picture of yourself naked af that you posted literal hours ago.

And then probably use it against you ngl.

Will use it to fluster you and get a reaction

Another person to straight up whisper in your ear and grab your waist if you’re giving them a lap dance (shameless)

Will antagonize you in chat and gets you to do crazy things

With tips of course 

If he gives you a lollipop to save for your next session just to try and make you go “Ah” RUN.

If you’re a stripper, he's one of the HANDSY clients 

Hands all over the place, in and out, up and down, on your hips and thighs

Probably doesn’t even masturbate to you often, if at all, would rather wait for the “real thing”

Floyd 

Is a regular, don’t deny it

Constantly buys your custom videos and pulls you for one on one sessions

Talks about it all the time and you have to shut him up

Uses earnings from the monstro lounge to fuel his addiction 

Is hot and cold about tipping (can either be super generous or stingy as fuuuuuck)

If you’re a dancer he doesn't even ask for dances he just takes you himself (its a good way to squeeze his shrimpy)

Refuses to let you go back to work and says it’s “boring” so he takes you back to the lounge for a more “private” session (Run now it's your only chance)

Would also leave his volume up but on purpose so everyone knows who and what he’s watching (cue a disappointed and flustered Azul and an amused Jade)

If you block him one of two things can happen

He makes another account

He hunts you down and forces you to unblock him

Unlike his brother, could pop off multiple orgasms to your streams, or not at all. (Still would want the “real thing” tho)

Scarabia

Kalim

Anonymous, but tips really fucking well of course.

Honestly doesn’t mind that you’re doing it, super supportive, wants to spoil you without letting you know it’s him.

Even as a stripper, no shame, thinks what you do is really impressive, tips again, really well.

Just generally a sweet supportive sunshine boy, and tries to make you feel as comfortable as possible about it and not shame you at all for it.

You will have to try and keep him quiet about it because our sunshine boy is loud lowkey

Lowkey seems like the type to worship the hella outta you regardless if you're a stripper or what.

Jamil finds out you're a sex worker though through him because he was wondering what he keeps spending so much money on, so there’s that.

Jamil

Again, finds out through Kalim, and immediately had no idea whether to lecture you or Kalim about it.

Can’t look at you straight for at least a day, but by the end of that day he’s thinking of ways to bring it up.

In the midst of his own lecture to you about it, realizes where he might be in the wrong about it, and then apologizes. Leaves you really confused on whether he’s upset with you or not.

So protective of you, and not gonna lie a little upset that he feels like he isn’t allowed to watch you or partake, but would take it to his grave before confessing that.

Would literally try and pay you for a private session in person and honestly he’s flustered and huffy the entire time you do your thing even though you know he’s got a damn boner.

Smug enough to tease you after and will definitely ask for more as long as its private

Pomefiore

Vil

Found out through social media hype

Decided to visit your profile and was surprised but also not

One of the more supportive types and doesn’t care what you do with your body as long as you’re safe about it

Addresses it in a calm manner and admits that he has an onlyfans too (boudoir and sensual yall this is a man of elegance and clASS )

Critiques your profile and gives you advice on how to improve it

If you ask nicely maybe he’ll help manage you, potato

Will for sure help you pick out your outfits, do your makeup and hair

If you help promote some of his products he’ll promote your SFW page  

If you’re a stripper, you two can share pole moves and floor work

Rook

Studies the fuck out of your streams

How many ass claps per min, breast size, moan frequency, etc

Is more captivated by the beauty of your work and not the sexual aspect

You don’t know he watches your streams

Will compliment you on your onlyfans

Will also give you advice on how to run your page and be aesthetically pleasing

If he does tip, it’s for goddess appreciation or body worship

Doesn't really get off on your streams but does want to see it in real life

If you strip, he’s absolutely amazed by your grace on the pole and will tip just to see you do more tricks 

Literally just wants to admire you

Epel

Shocked as hell at first, wasn’t even trying to get to the site, somehow just ended up there and was in complete disbelief to see you on it.

Also doubles checks to make sure it was you, and not someone who looked like you.

Stays a little too long trying to absolutely make sure, and then when he does he shuts his laptop off for the night. (That’s enough internet for the day)

Eventually gets over it, doesn’t go to your shows, but will pay for a private session with you just to tell you that you’re missing class and he’s sick and tired of copying notes for you. You didn’t even know he knew about your account.

If you’re a stripper, would also be shocked, and not look at you at all the entire time he has to be there (someone probably convinced him this was the manly thing to do and he regrets it.)

Downplays your strength a bit, doesn’t think it looks that hard. It’s all just momentum, right? You tell him to give it a try, and again, eats shit like Ruggie did.

Also stubborn as hell though and refuses to give up until he’s figured it out. And at the end of it all, understands why you gotta be butt-ass  naked for those damn pole.

Ignihyde

Idia

Again, wants to look away, he does… but also not really.

When else is this opportunity really going to come up again?? (Next time he shows up to your stream, duh. But don’t tell him that.)

Dude fucking whimpers and pavlov’s himself into every time he sees you, even around campus, he gets so damn hard.

If you thought he was a recluse before, it gets WORSE after this because he’s constantly needing to readjust his pants now.

Anonymous private show watcher, is not brave enough to try and speak through the mic what he wants, or turn on his camera. (Honestly kinda dead quiet on his end a lot)

If you had an onlyfans he definitely pays for everything you got.

Also subscribed to Lilia’s onlyfans

Good luck trying to look this man in the eye, he’s never going to recover for a normal conversation.

He would not go into a strip club and we all have to accept that. If it’s not from the internet, it’s not happening.

No Ortho for yall

Diasomnia

Malleus

Would literally not understand onlyfans or camming. He’s already awful at technology already and dislikes it, there’s no way you could try and get him on there.

Ngl someone probably like Ruggie or Kalim accidentally leaves it up on their screen or something and that’s how he finds out and gets REALLY CONCERNED.

Or if you’re in the middle of a stream, he just pops in randomly to say hi when you’re BUTT-ASS NAKED.

You could be screaming and trying to cover yourself and he just watches confused 

“Why are you screaming, it’s me. Why are you naked?”

Would be so butt-hurt when you kick him out (thinking it’s because you are scared of him and not the fact that he popped in when you’re BUTT NAKED)

Takes him a hot minute to process what happened

Poor Lilia has many awkward questions to answer

Hits him with the “Lilia, what’s a thrusting dildo?”

Once everything is explained (in extreme detail sadly) he will fully support what you do and is also protective, if you were a stripper though, would be confused by has the spirit.

Probably doesn’t throw bills tho, throws jewels and shit, which makes it straight up hard to dance and dodge.

Lilia

Another onlyfans?!

This one is RAUNCHY 

A shit-ton of subscribers

Supportive sex dad (boogie woogie woogie)

Unknown rivalry with Cater

Will also ask for collab but in a porno way

Will absolutely tease you about the things he saw on your stream

Another to ask you to demonstrate your “moves” on him

Probably gifts you sex toys you don’t have, and only he knows where to get them. (Good luck.)

Gives tips and tricks for your streams and lowkey wants to join your streaming site

If you’re a stripper he wants to know how you do all of your pole tricks and executes them flawlessly

Instigates the weirdest shit

Has you take 12” just to prove you can

Silver

Very nonchalant 

Probs asleep on your stream lowkey

Def the person to just sit and talk with you about random shit (tits out and all)

New form of therapy?

Not gonna lie probably will tell you you’re too loud while you do your thing (RIP)

Another one that also kinda questions the physics of how you be bending your body like that tho. (Thinks maybe it’ll be good to do for training??)

If you’re a stripper then he admires your hard work and dedication

Lowkey wants the muscle and flexibility you have

Sebek

SCREAM FEST

HOW DARE YOU POISON HIS EYES WITH THIS MONSTROSITY

STAY AWAY FROM WAKA-SAMA OR PERISH

Will burn his laptop and start a riot

Lilia and Silver have to calm him down before he burns the entire dorm down

Goes into a crying fit because what if Malleus saw you popping pussy online (please don’t mention the Malleus incident of 2023)

Refuses to acknowledge you or your existence.

If you were a stripper, gets hella jealous that you’re more ripped than him and INSISTS on you teaching him pole fitness (to be stronger, duh.)

Literally will be so fucking loud about it though that he almost outs you as a sex worker.

[atiny-piratequeen]

𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒉.𝟓 (𝑷.𝑺𝒉)

✧.*Summary  ✧.*-Due to olden traditions, you’re sent off to be a sacrifice to an unseen beast on an island far from home. You’re not exactly the one to go down without a fight and you promise when you get yourself out of this situation, you’re going back for revenge.

After an encounter in the ocean and arriving on the island in question, you collect yourself and begin making preparations to get yourself off of this island.

All while being watched over by a pair of unfamiliar, narrowed emerald eyes.

✧.*Pairing  ✧.*-Siren!Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

✧.*Genres  ✧.*-Angst, Romance, Smut, Action, Fantasy, Survival, Slight Horror Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Revenge, Siren AU, Monster AU, Enemies to Lovers

✧.*TWs  ✧.*-Guilt, Intimidation, Stabbing, Blood, Biting, Pregnancy (Oh Look, the Consequences to our actions-)

✧.*Sws ✧.* - Creampie, Chase Kink, Cunnilingus, Breeding Kink (Yall look what all that stuffed poosi did-), Double Penetration, Monster Anatomy (Double Cocks), Scent Kink, Fingering

✧.*Rating  ✧.*- Explicit (18+)-Minors DNI

✧.*WC  ✧.*-+ 11.9k

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✧.*A/N  ✧.*This was originally a 3k+ paid commission thanks to the lovely @jacksons-goddess-gaia​​ but I loved the idea so much that I decided to make this into a short series! Thank you again for allowing me to turn your comm into something of a bigger scale and I hope you and everyone else also likes this little series! Just a note of warning, the ending of this series does have a pretty dark ending so please be mindful of the tws of each respective chapter (tbh I don’t think its any darker than the shit I make yall suffer through write anyway but just a fair warning, you are not ending this as any kind of pacifist lol)

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Divider Cr.- @benkeibear (tysm ily)

“It’s time to wake up, my love.” 

You feel lips against your head and grumble, tucking yourself firmly against the warmth pressed against your cheek. There’s a deep chuckle that rattled your bones and for a moment, you are under the wrong assumption that you’d be able to go back to sleep. 

Instead, you’re lifted clean up, and your eyes snap open, large and silver as you scramble to hold onto the giant so rudely mocking you with his dumbass handsome face. 

“Good morning, Y/n.” 

You stare at him, unimpressed, and for a moment you lament not being able to shift into your SeaBorn form at will. You’d found slapping Seonghwa with your tail was surpiringly effective when it came to him teasing you. 

You could only do it when wet, though. 

For now. 

Speaking of wet, you blush feeling a distinct wetness run down between your legs, reminding you of last night's messy love making. You huff, crossing your arms as Seonghwa held you up off the ground. 

“How wrong are you going to hold me up?” 

Seonghwa looked at you for a moment in confusion before he chuckled. 

“Long.”

You arch a brow. 

“Yes, you’re wrong.” 

He shook his head, gently, touching your lips. 

“You’re still getting used to your new language. Here, follow me.” 

Seonghwa repeated the sentence and you flush, realizing your clicks had, in fact, been off. You’d come a long way since you and him mated a week ago, but you still found yourself stuttering over your clicks or holding down a note too long occasionally as you spoke to him. 

As flustered as it made you, Seonghwa found your pattern of speech rather cute, calmly helping you every time you stumbled. 

He’d actually been pleasantly surprised when he found out you wanted to talk to him only in your new language, and for the first three days after you’d mated, you couldn’t understand a damn word he was saying. 

Seonghwa had been surprised by how adamant you had been to understand, fumbling through your tones and hums until he’d perked midday through the third day, hearing you call to him and ask him for a kiss because you were frustrated. 

The look on your face when you’d gotten the desired kiss all but made him fall in love all over with you again.

“I dod it!”

“‘Did’ it, baby.”

“I did it!”

Back to the present, Seonghwa walked you to the beach, the salty air blowing his bangs as he looked out at the ocean. You look up at him and then follow his gaze. 

“...Wanna go tell Hongjoong the good news?”

You don’t miss the way he perked, his eyes lightening, excited as he nodded. You kiss him, cupping his jaw lightly before he walked you to the water.

“Remember, don’t panic. I have you, and I won’t let you drown. Ever.” He assured you. You smile and kiss him gently. 

You hadn’t gotten the hang of holding your breath quite yet. Seonghwa had assured you the more you did it, the longer you’d be able to do it, and you’d be able to talk freely as well. 

For now, all of your focus usually went into not panicking while underwater. 

Seonghwa waited until you were ready and gently waded into the water, holding you bridal style so your legs would shift, the dark grey speckles of your legs stretching up to your torso, a thick, rather smooth tail forming. Seonghwa ran his fingers up the speckles, smiling to himself despite the shiver that ran through your body at the intimate touch. 

“Sorry, I got distracted. Let’s begin. If you do well, we’ll go down and visit Hongjoong.” 

You smile and nod, floating vertically with your head above the water as Seonghwa let you go. You drifted a bit from him before gently keeping yourself in place, your hips working gently as you watched his tail slap the surface in his usual fashion. 

You feel his hand lace into yours and dive in, smiling as he pulled you lower. 

The water is pleasantly cool, but you find yourself marvelling at Seonghwa’s tail. 

While yours was a simple grey, dotted with different colored splotches, and much rounder and thicker than his, Seonghwa’s tail had definitely gained some color since you both had mated. 

Before his tail was a simple, yet elegant ombre of platinum and gold, now it held many intricate designs and colors along the expanse. 

Thick, brown stripes started along the midway point of his tail, with beautiful orange and yellow dots speckling the space along the stripes, all the way down to his tail, which was a contrasting black with a single, distinct electric blue stripe going along the tips of his tail fin. 

You found yourself mesmerized by the upper half of his tail, which was the same electric blue as the tips of his tail, a series of mesmerizing (and sometimes glowing) platinum rings drawing your gaze directly to him. 

He smiled at you and swam backwards, encouraging you to follow after him, and you clumsily do so before you get into the groove again. 

The two of you swim in tandem, twirling around one another, swimming through reefs and enjoying each other. Seonghwa didn’t rush you, and instead waited until you took your breaths before continuing. Each time, he’d keep you for longer and longer, encouraging you with clicks and words of affirmations. 

After the fith dive, you hear a loud, distinct bellow that drew your attention. 

“My, look at this.” 

You look down and find Hongjoong casually circling you, his expression interested as he eyed your tail. You smile and wave at him. 

“Helho!” 

He blinked before chuckling and swimming closer, greeting Seonghwa with a gentle nudge. 

“Hello, Y/n. You’re learning the language a lot quicker than any human I’ve ever met, besides myself. How are you handling swimming?”

You purse your lips, frowning for a moment. 

“I still can’t stay underwater indefinitely.” 

He chuckled and crossed his arms. 

“You wouldn’t be able to, anyway. It’s the Landling in you. We are Reborns. Humans turned Seaborn. We have to come up for air eventually. It's just a matter of perfecting closing down one breathing system and using the other.”

You blink slightly and tilt your head at him. 

“‘We’ have to? Hongjoong? Were you also-”

“A story for another day, but yes. I was.” There’s something…dark in his eyes the moment you mention him previously being a human, and you immediately decide it’s none of your business to pry. 

Hongjoong seemed to appreciate you not doing so, and in an instant, you watch his eyes lighten back up as he looked at Seonghwa. 

“You’re doing a wonderful job, Angelfish.” 

Seonghwa’s scales tinted pink for a moment before he coughed and looked away bashfully. Both you and Hongjoong noticed immediately, matching grins on your faces. 

“Cute~” You both chirrup. 

“Oh oceans no, please don’t start ganging up on me” Seonghwa immediately half heartedly complained. You laugh, raising yourself to the surface for a fresh breath of air with both of the men trailing behind you. 

When your head surfaces, you find its night out, the stars twinkling in the sky as a crescent moon illuminated the surface of the water. 

The three of you don’t say a word, simply bobbing in the water as you enjoy each other’s company. Seonghwa kissed the top of your head, a calm smile on his face as he hugged you close to his body. 

“I think it’s about time she meets the others, don’t you?” Hongjoong inquired sometime a while later. You hadn’t even realized you’d been nodding off, your head resting on Seonghwa’s chest as he held you from behind to keep you from drifting. 

Seonghwa let out a nervous laugh that made your head perk up. 

“I’ll call them, Wooyoung probably will need to be warmed up first.” 

You frown and turn your head to look at his expression. His eyes were tinged white around the edges, something you’d never seen before. 

Was he…afraid?

“Who is Wooyoung?” You quietly speak up, reminding both of the men that you were not only right there, but able to understand them through the bouncy notes and hums of their conversation. 

Seonghwa looked at you and gently rubbed your hips. 

“He’s our best friend. One of them.” 

You purse your lips. 

“So why do you look afraid?” 

Hongjoong chuckled quietly. 

“Because he’s worried Wooyoung might not exactly take it kindly knowing you stabbed Seonghwa and nearly killed him.” he answered honestly.

You feel the weight of the world slam into you. Your lips part and you find yourself unable to speak. It hadn’t came up again since you’d dragged Seonghwa to the ocean to save his life. You glance at him again, and Seonghwa doesn’t respond, staring at the dark inky waves as he held your hips, the cogs in his head turning quickly. 

“What…what exactly does ‘not take kindly’ mean?” You ask slowly, putting your hand over Seonghwa’s. Hongjoong clicked his tongue, floating past both of you, looking at the sky. 

“Do you want to tell her?” He looked at Seonghwa but the SeaBorn simply shuddered and kissed your head. 

“It’ll be fine. I’ll talk to him tonight using the resonance stone.” He muttered. You could smell his scent, tinged with anxiety and fear, and press yourself back into his chest more to comfort him as much as you could. Even though you had no idea what was going on. 

Hongjoong hummed and gently flicked his tail hard enough to send both of you drifting to the left. Seonghwa sent him a curious look before Hongjoong waved his hand dismissively. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll check back on you both tomorrow.” He encouraged before he dove down, disappearing into the dark waters. Seonghwa took your hand and guided you to the shore, carrying you once you got there. 

You cup his chin and kiss his cheek several times until you make him turn his gaze down to you. When he does, you steal a kiss from his lips. 

“I really am sorry I hurt you.” You whisper. He nodded.

“I’ve long since stopped being angry and hurt about it. You were scared and defending yourself.” 

You nod and then gently press your forehead together with his. 

“I’ll explain myself to this friend of yours. Even if they yell at me, I deserve it. So don’t look so sad. We were having such a wonderful day, tomorrow will be the same.” You encourage and Seonghwa sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. 

You had no idea the beast of a man that Wooyoung was, but Seonghwa would undoubtedly handle the man’s ire first that way you could meet everyone worry-free. 

It’ll be fine. 

When he opened his eyes again, they were back to their normal emerald, and he gently walked you back to camp, settling you in your bed. Since you couldn’t hold your breath as long as Hongjoong could, you still preferred to sleep on land and Seonghwa didn’t mind accommodating you. 

You find yourself drifting once more against his neck and he gently sung, soft, airy notes swirling through your mind. Seonghwa rubbed the space between your shoulders, kneading out any tension his fingers found there. 

“Just rest. Tomorrow I’ll make a big breakfast for us.” He promised. You smile and let the embrace of sleep pull you under. 

For the briefest of moments, you feel as if you’re being watched by the sky itself, but you pay it no mind and drift off.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Something warm began to rouse you from your sleep the next morning. There are undeniable puffs of air blowing directly onto your face, and while tinged with the scent of amber, you couldn’t help the way the hair at the back of your neck stood on end. 

You should wake up. 

“Rrrrr.”

The moment you hear a growl, your eyes fly open, and in an instant, you’re greeted with a mass of hair, a GIANT canine standing over you with blazing, molten eyes that looked like fire peering out at you past their undeniably bear-esque face. 

You stare up at them in horror, your voice caught in your throat. The canine doesn’t move from their spot above you, though you watch where you assume the ears are under all of that fur twitch and rotate, listening. They raised their head, looking North East before looking back at you, letting out a bark that rattled your bones. 

You scream and scramble up to your feet, grabbing your knife in a hurry, but the dog made a snap at your heels, and you decide running is much more viable for you in this moment. 

“SEOGNGHWA” You scream, rushing into the trees with the giant dog on your heels. Every time you moved to make a turn and shake them off, they threw their massive body in that direction, howling and barking and forcing you to pivot in the opposite direction. 

Had you had been a bit of a calmer mind, you’d realized this demon dog was much faster than you, and seemed to be corralling you in whichever direction they wanted you to go in. 

You, however, are not of a calm mind, and keep running for your life, screaming Seonghwa’s name, panic flooding into your system when you realize he hadn’t came for you yet. 

Above you, the sky is blotted out for a brief moment as something humongous flew overhead, obscuring the sun for a few seconds before it was gone, also heading in the direction you were running in. There’s the sound of a primal roar that vibrates the air. 

You pay none of that any mind, nearly tripping over your own feet as you catch a root on your ankle. The dog grabbed your dress in their jaws and spun their body, nearly hurling you in the direction you were running in. Surprisingly, the maneuver doesn’t tear your dress, and you keep sprinting after the close call, finally breaking the treeline. 

Seriously, where the fuck is Seonghwa?!

“SEONG-”You stop yourself, eyes wide as you finally see your lover. 

Your stomach drops in an instant. 

He’s being held above the water of the ocean by his throat, a different man staring at him with an unimpressed look in his eyes. They were glowing a shifting deep purple and blue. 

In an instant, all of your fear melted away, your claws elongating and your eyes bleeding red. Seonghwa looked in your direction, and threw his hands up. 

“Y/n, wait, no!”

You don’t heed his words, rushing over, tossing the sheath to your knife away, your feet moving faster than they did even with the dog on your heels.

You don’t ask questions, driving and twisting the knife hard into the man’s back, throwing your body between them as much as you could and biting down on his forearm, tearing the skin and crunching down on bone. 

Seonghwa paled and the man hardly flinched, his gaze, once fixed on Seonghwa’s face, now snapped down to you. 

You don’t back down, your nose scrunched as you lock your jaw, biting harder. His blood runs down between your lips, into your mouth. You ignore all of it, glaring hateful daggers at the unmoving and infuriatingly smug looking man. 

“So. You’re the mate, hm?” 

“Wooyoung, listen to me, calm down.”

You don’t hear anything but the blood rushing through your own ears. Wooyoung smiled at you, but you can see a wild look in his eyes as he cocked his head ever so slightly to the left. 

“Is this how you did it? Did you stab him the same way here? Or was it a little higher? How about to the left? Mm? Hit any organs? How about we try again? I don’t quite feel like I’m getting the full experience, little seal woman. Though, the bite is certainly new.” 

You hear a bark from somewhere behind you and Seonghwa reached to touch your head and try and push you off. 

“Y/n, baby, my angel please I’m begging you, let go. You’re making it worse.” He genuinely looked terrified, his eyes pale platinum as he glanced at you and Wooyoung.

“No, no, Seonghwa. Let her do what she wants. I’m finding out every little thing I need to know here.”  

You hesitate and Wooyoung’s arm flexes in your mouth, in a moment, he lets Seonghwa go, grabbing your jaw and leaning into your face. 

“I don’t take too kindly to having harm fall upon my loved ones. So, what should I do, seal woman? I’m facing a dilemma.” He sighed dramatically, ignoring Seonghwa’s rapidly protesting and trying to separate you both. 

Suddenly, he perked, looking at the tall SeaBorn for a moment. 

“My, that was a dangerous thought, Park Seonghwa. Were you thinking of biting me too? Putting your fist through my chest? Are you sure that’s what you want to do here?” 

Seonghwa froze and you frown. He hadn’t said anything threatening. Hadn’t even moved. But the look on his face told you everything you needed to know. 

Who is this guy?

Instantly, purple and blue eyes are back on you, as deep as the night sky, speckled with stars. 

What is this guy?

“Jung Wooyoung. Eldritch god. Any other questions? I’d be careful, if I were you. I’m not sure how much of my blood you’ve consumed~ Who knows what could happen to you consuming the blood of a god like this.” He teased. 

You let go in an instant, and everything hit you in an instant, horror crossing your face. 

This was the friend, the one Hongjoong mentioned. You look at Seonghwa and he looked distraught, reaching for you. Wooyoung narrowed his gaze, and a barrier instantly separated him from the two of you. 

“Haven’t I let you do whatever you want for too long, dear Hyung?” He inquired, though the honorific sounded more like teasing venom with his tone of voice. Seonghwa locked his jaw, red bleeding into his pale eyes as anger began to swell in him. 

“Wooyoung, that’s enough.” 

“Is it? You nearly die, don’t call me even once to save you, and now you think the person responsible can suffer no consequences? When you fell, did you crack your head, perhaps? I gave each and every one of you a resonance stone and instead of it being anywhere near you for a case of emergency, where is it? Hm?” He turned his gaze to you, and you shrink back from the overwhelming pressure coming from him as he looked at the peridot earring dangling from your ear. 

“I was hoping you’d help protect her from harm in case I wasn’t enough.” 

“Protect her? She almost killed you.” 

“The spider almost killed me. The toxins would have killed me before I bled out.” 

Wooyoung looks infuriated, turning his head in an instant. 

“And WHO could have avoided all of that if he’d just called me? Are you out of your mind, Park Seonghwa? Do I need to remind you of how important you are to m-”

You can see he’s about to lay into him, and before you can think, you reach out, grabbing his face and forcing his head back to look at you. 

“I’m sorry. Whatever it is, I’ll take responsibility, just…please, enough of this. My mate is upset and I hate this. You think I don’t already feel horrible for what I did? I did then and I do now, every time I see him, I see the scars he got from that day and it won’t go away, it never will. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love him. So whatever it is that you’re going to do, whatever punishment you feel I need or deserve for it, just do it already so I can go back into his arms. This has been a very long and fucking chaotic morning.” You speak a mile a minute and Wooyoung stared at you with a half lidded look once more. 

“So, you’ll die? Because that’s what I deem appropriate for hurting one of my seven.” He answered flatly, all emotion gone from his voice. You hear a bark again, and a different noise that sounds like a growl, but you don't tear your eyes away from Wooyoung. Seonghwa pounded on the barrier, frantic and enraged. 

“WOOYOUNG?!”

You feel his killing intent, but don’t look away from him. 

“If that’s what you think I deserve. Just make sure he’s not hurt.” 

Seonghwa’s voice nearly breaks from the sheer rage in his voice as he slammed on the barrier, and for a moment, you think you hear a crack. Wooyoung looked into your eyes for a long moment before looking down at your stomach, cold fingertips pressing against your abdomen. A thoughtful hum left his lips. Seonghwa’s enraged voice grew louder. 

Wooyoung looked up, meeting your unwavering gaze. You were terrified, but you didn’t back down. A long pause stretched between the two of you.

Then, he chuckled. 

“Welcome to The Fold, Seal.” 

He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, you feel the world rush by. Colors and scents whirl past you until-

-you jolt upright, heart hammering. You’re back in your hut. 

…what were you doing?

Seonghwa startled from beside you, and the moment you lay eyes on him, you burst into tears, kissing and embracing him tightly. 

“Y/n? Why are you crying, my love?” He inquired. You open your mouth to ask him if he was alright after seeing…who, again? 

Why are you crying? 

Seonghwa looked at you, checking your head, your face, and your neck for any injuries. You relax the moment you feel his touch, putting your hand over his. 

“I guess I had a bad dream. I’m okay as long as you are.” You kiss his nose and smile. He sniffed gently, making sure you weren’t hurt before he kissed you deeply, hovering over you. 

You run your fingers down his abdomen, smiling at the way he rumbled and shuddered into the kiss. Seonghwa’s scales turned pink around the edges of his eyes and he smiled. 

“Oh? Is this how you want to start your morning?” He purred, pressing his hips down and grinding between your legs. You smile and thread your fingers through his hair, intending on pulling him into a kiss when a bone-shaking bark drew a loud scream out of you. 

Instantly both of you jolt up and Seonghwa looked perplexed for a moment, standing and sticking his head out of the hut. 

It took a brief second before a black and red blur tackled him back into it. You scream again, reaching for your knife and then frowning when you note it definitely wasn’t where you’d left it last. 

When the hell did it get so far from you?

“Yunho!”

You turn your head to the sound of your mate's voice, and in an instant, you relax when you hear Seonghwa laughing.

Your gaze falls upon this massive mass of black and crimson fur. They appeared to be a canine, and you got the confirmation when they licked Seonghwa’s face, nudging his hand until he began roughly rustling and ruffling their fur. 

“Y…Yunho?” You parrot, slowly coming closer, the knife forgotten. Yunho turned his head towards you and keened. 

“This is one of my best friends. What are you doing here?” Seonghwa inquired. Yunho wagged his tail, sitting straight. You were amazed at his massive form, and you nearly forgot to wave in greeting to the canine. 

“Wooyoung said we had to meet your partner.” Yunho spoke despite his form. Seonghwa paused, and you could smell the twinge of anxiety in his scent. 

“Oh, please. Just come outside, we made this feast for you and it's going to be eaten completely the longer we wait.” 

You hear a voice seemingly coming from the sky and Yunho made a gruff keen before turning himself around and lowering himself, seemingly waiting for you both to get on his back. 

“Yunho, I’m too big to be riding-”

You jolt as Yunho let out a dramatic yowl, slamming his weight playfully against Seonghwa and nearly knocking him over. Seonghwa caught himself and sent him a scandalous look. 

“Fine!” He huffed and turned to you, smiling sweetly and picking you up. He kissed your nose and raised you high, setting you carefully on Yunho’s shoulders. He rumbled and you smile, gently scratching his ears. He radiated warmth, but he wasn’t uncomfortably hot to the touch. Seonghwa mounted him next, wrapping his arms around your waist. Yunho rumbled and stood up to his full height. 

If you weren’t tightly clenching your thighs to keep yourself in place, you're sure you’d fall right off. Falling from this height would hurt like a bitch.

Was Yunho as tall as Seonghwa on all fours like this? Was he taller? 

"Hold on, I'm going to go fast." He warned before he walked outside. Seonghwa tightened his grip on you, kissing your head before Yunho broadened his stance and took off like a shot. 

You let out a scream before you cover your mouth and burst into joyful laughter as Seonghwa held you. Yunho wove through the trees as if he’d done it a thousand times before. 

When he stepped foot on the beach, he slowed down to a trot, walking over to a group of men talking amongst themselves. 

“I brought them.” Yunho keened, closing his eyes and wagging his tail as the tallest of the group, a man who towered over the others, scratched below his chin. 

“Good job. I hope you didn’t startle our new friend too bad.” the man with the golden hair with the deep orange tips spoke. Yunho nudged his hands. 

“I didn’t mean to, if I did.” 

You look at the two of them and then take the time to survey your surroundings. 

Hongjoong is here, his arms crossed as he looked down at a man who was sitting on….air? His legs crossed and a cup of tea to his lips. A man with long hair and a ponytail stood with them, seemingly scolding the man sitting on nothing with his quiet gaze. 

There was a fire pit on the beach, and beside that was another man clad in tight, form fitting black clothing. He had part of his pendant in his mouth, and he seemed to be focused on getting the food on the fire cooked to the perfect degree. The man beside him watched on quietly, though he cast you a few cautious glances, the scorpion tail swaying behind him twitching every now and again. 

Seonghwa got off first, gently letting you down and smiling before he looked over at the man floating in air. He took a breath, seemingly steadying himself. 

“Just wait here, I’ll go talk to-”

“There’s no need.” 

You’d blinked, and in an instant. The man with the teacup was floating in front of you, his blue and purple eyes twinkling like the night sky itself. You startle, Seonghwa’s hand instinctively goes in front of you. 

“Wooyoung, I want to-”

“I said there’s no need. I’ve learned everything I needed to know already. Isn’t that right, Seal? Or, rather, Y/n?” He inquired, offering his cup to you. You blink at him and then gently take the cup, sniffing. 

It smells sweet. 

Seonghwa looked stunned, watching the two of you and the look of joy bloom on your face as you sip the tea. Wooyoung smiled casually and leaned back, sending Seonghwa a mysterious smile. 

Seonghwa pursed his lips. 

“Did…did you do something? You’re taking this a lot…calmer than I expected.” He admitted. Wooyoung shrugged a shoulder. 

“Have I done anything? Is there something wrong with me greeting one of my seven’s partners with open arms and a cup of healthy, immune system boosting tea?” He inquired, looking in your direction as you drank another sip, peeking over the rim of the cup at the two of them. 

Something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Seonghwa touched his abdomen subconsciously but then he relaxed, putting an arm around you. 

“Y/n, these are my seven. They’re…the most important people in my life. I didn’t know everyone would come to greet you.” He shied, rubbing his neck as he looked at the others. Hongjoong shrugged, wearing attire you weren’t familiar with, though he looked comfy as he approached you. It dawned on you that you hadn’t seen him on land until today. 

The man who was beside him followed and stopped in front of you, a row of freckles stretched across his cheeks and nose, and a nearly heart-shaped, splotchy birthmark at the corner of his left eye. You stare at him for a moment, taking in the unique look of his eyes. They were an interesting mixture of blues and pastel yellow and they glittered in the morning sun as he smiled sweetly at you. 

“My name is Yeosang. I’ve heard you’ve had quite a rough time. If there’s anything I can help you with, please let me know.” He greeted, glancing at your stomach for a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment before looking back at your face.

The man with the gold and orange hair towered above you, smiling and extending his hand. 

“Name’s Mingi. The weather is quite nice out here today.” 

You took his hand, marveling at how huge every part of him was. Two thick horns sprouted from his forehead and the moment you nodded and greeted him back, you noticed his massive tail swaying to and fro behind him. 

Speaking of massive, the dog you’d come to know as Yunho shifted before you all, standing taller than Seonghwa, as well. 

The corners of his crimson eyes had smudges as if left from the cinders of a once-burned fire and he smiled from ear to ear as he offered his hand to you, as well. 

“Hi, Yunho. Thank you for carrying us here.” You smile and hand Wooyoung back the now-empty teacup. Yunho’s tail wagged so fast, it thumped into Yeosang’s hips. 

“Who are they?” You inquire, pointing to the men by the fire pit. Seonghwa took your hand and gently brought you over to the two. 

The man with the scorpion tail tensed for a moment before relaxing the moment Mingi sat to his left and Yunho to his right. His ears, rounded, yet cat-like, twitched and swiveled. 

“Good morning.” He quietly greeted. You nod and sit across from him. 

“Good morning..uh…sorry, what is your name? My name is Y/n.” 

“....San.” 

He didn’t meet your eyes, but you found Mingi subtly opening his posture so the man could press closer. The small, yet familiar action made you smile. 

‘He must be nervous because of something.’ You think, not realizing you’re doing the same, leaning into Seonghwa’s chest as your eyes fall upon the last man. 

The one with the black clothes and hazel eyes. He had a laser focus on the food in the fire, his pendant firmly in his mouth as he turned the fish and gently stirred the pot that had what looked like a stew inside of it. 

Where on earth did he get that on this island?

“Jongho, baby bear, you’re being rude.” Yeosang gently scolded, touching the back of his neck to get his attention. 

He tensed in an instant, his spade-shaped tail sticking straight up. That was the only indication of him being startled aside from his wide eyes. In an instant, he relaxed and looked over the fire at you, smiling. 

“Oh, uh. Sorry. I spaced out. My name is Jongho. It’s nice to meet you.” He greeted. He smelled incredibly sweet, almost mouth wateringly so.

You waved at him and introduced yourself, looking at the group. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting all of my mates…seven?” You’re not sure what the significance of them calling each other their ‘seven’, but you don’t pry. They all seem very close with one another, no matter what. 

“We figured we might as well stop by and say hello just in case a certain angelfish decided to not bring you around to greet any of us.” Yunho answered, staring as Jongho finally finished one of the bigger pieces. He nodded in his direction and he picked it up right out of the fire, seemingly unbothered by the flames nor the heat of the fish as he immediately tore into it. Mingi followed suit, splitting his piece with San and continuing between bites. 

“Our den isn’t exactly ready for other people to be in it.” He rumbled. San made a sour face before biting into his fish to seemingly keep his comment to himself. 

He didn’t seem privy on you being in their ‘den’ yet.

You hummed and accepted a cooler piece of fish on a stick Seonghwa had passed over to you. It was full of flavor and you can’t help the seal-like bark of joy that came out of your mouth. 

All eyes land on you and you blush, clearing your throat and looking away. 

Wooyoung smiled smugly as Seonghwa gently broke off more of his fish to hand to you. 

“Jongho, make sure to give our lovely new friend extra.”  He instructed. Jongho nodded and handed you a bowl. 

You look down into it and tilt your head. 

“It’s full of protein, and I brought some freshly harvested veggies to stew in there. I added some spices, too. Not too many, though, I promise. It's very good for you.” Yeosang smiled softly and handed you a spoon. You sniff gently, the aroma smelling slightly spiced and savory. You take a sip with the spoon and smile, going in for more. 

Seonghwa leaned over your shoulder, blinking owlishly. 

“I want some.” 

“It’s not for you.” Hongjoong muttered flatly. Seonghwa gasped in horror while Wooyoung laughed, leaning on Yeosang. 

“Why not?! There’s a whole pot full of it!” He complained. Hongjoong arched a brow at him and San eyed the two of you before speaking up. 

“Y/n needs the extra protein.” He spoke gently, wiping his mouth. He seemed to be trying to convey something, but it seemed to have gone over Seonghwa’s head.

Instead, you tilt your head and look at the bowl before sneaking him a spoonful anyway. 

“It’s okay. I know I’m still growing into my size now that I’m SeaBorn, but I still will share with him, and you all, too. I can’t possibly eat an entire pot full of food all by myself.” You tell them. 

They seem to exchange a look with one another before Yeosang sent you a gentle smile. 

“Well, it’s alright. We’ll all eat until you’re full. If you want more, just call us back and we’ll be happy to make more. Or, Seonghwa can bring you around The Whetū Faewilds and I can cook something different, but just as nutritious for you.” He cooed, and you can see the freckles along his skin twinkle and glitter. 

“I’d love to visit everyone’s home one day. Maybe I can make some food from my old home for you all….”you trail off, thinking about your village. 

Oh. 

You’d been so engrossed in your new life, you forgot your promise of revenge. You stare idly into your bowl of food, brows pulled together. 

Wooyoung looked at you from across the pit, eyes narrowing for a split moment before he gently was slapped on the back of the neck. 

“Stop reading the poor girl’s mind.” Yeosang scolded him, his voice low. San, Mingi, and Yunho perked regardless, looking over at you as you nurse your bowl in your hands, unbothered by the heat. Your eyes had begun to bleed into a deep red color.

“Not my fault her thoughts are so loud. That woman’s mind has a storm just festering below all the goody goody emotions Angelfish is giving her.” 

Yeosang blinked before he looked over at you, as well. A stormy expression crossed your face before it disappeared the moment Seonghwa kissed you. Your grip on the stone bowl in your hands loosened and you relaxed once more into his grip, clicking and purring as he peppered kisses all over your face. 

“Give it a few months, tops. She’ll call us. I’ll bet on it.” He rumbled, leaning on Yeosang. The faerie exhaled and looked at him. 

“True as it may be, you need to let it come to pass naturally. For now, stop prying.” 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re no fun.” 

You eat and listen to the stories of the group of unlikely friends until you feel yourself dozing off, your eyes growing heavy. Seonghwa wrapped his arm around you, smiling softly. 

“I think it’s time we head to bed, everyone. I promise I’ll be better about visiting.” 

San sent him a look and then looked at you instead. 

“....I’ll let you in our den if you make him stop by. This one is terrible at keeping his word. He gets too comfortable on this island taking care of sea turtle babies and monkeys and neglects us.” 

“I do not!” Seonghwa gasped, scandalized. Jongho snorted and Mingi arched a brow. 

“You haven’t stopped by in months.” 

“It was during Season! You two were-” His cheeks flared red before he cleared his throat, San's face igniting as well while Mingi stared back, unbothered.

“And I told you, you could have joined. I have two-”

“I’llDoBetterLet’sJustDropIt.” Seonghwa muttered quickly, his face dusted with pink scales. You looked at him before snickering. 

“It’s a promise. I want to visit, anyway.” You tell them through a yawn. Hongjoong gently motions with his hand. 

“Go rest. We’ll clean up.” 

You wave goodbye to them and get on Seonghwa’s back, your limbs dangling as he chuckles and disappeared back into the trees. 

The seven remaining men watched the two of you leave and Yeosang glanced at Wooyoung. 

“I know what you did in the first meeting, Wooyoung. Must you threaten people like that all the time? What if the stress was too much?” He scolded. Yunho sent them a curious look before tilting his head. 

“Did you do something? Is that why I have this weird sense of deja vu?” 

Wooyoung yawned, stretching his limbs before he flopped back, his head resting on San’s thighs. San gently ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at him. 

“If anyone intends to get near you, they go through me. I needed to see if she was worthy. Besides, she’s not nearly at the point where overstress would be a concern. If I were you, I’d worry about that hatred she’s got in her pretty little head instead of me testing her.” Wooyoung checked his nails before locking eyes with a concerned Yeosang. 

“That woman has murder on her mind. It’s below the surface, quieted only by her love for him, but it’s there. All we need is one monumental event, and it’s all over for that sorry-ass village. And when that time comes…”Wooyoung trailed off, humming softly. 

“We help. Where she goes, Seonghwa goes and where he goes, we go.” Hongjoong cut in. 

In an instant, all of their eyes hardened. Wooyoung’s lip quirked. 

“Now who’s the one who’s being threatening?”

Yeosang looked at him flatly and threw a ball of magic his way. It exploded into dandelion-esque puffs and Wooyoung instantly began sneezing. 

“Oh, shut up, you sound like a damn villain. Help us clean up the beach.” 

 .·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈*¨¨*:·.

1 Month Later

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈*¨¨*:·.

You feel the wind blow by you, and your lungs protest from the strain as you rush through the trees. 

Several tree branches snap behind you, but you pay it no mind, rushing faster through the island’s forest. 

You’re almost there. You’re so close. 

Goodness, you’re a bit more winded than usual today, aren’t you? 

In the briefest of moments, as your mind trailed off, you feel yourself get swept off of your feet. 

“I caught you.” 

You look up, sweat running down your temple as you meet Seonghwa’s gaze. He’s looking at you with deep magenta eyes, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. 

You smile. 

“You won this round. I won before. That means we need a tie breaker.” You tell him through pants, reaching to wipe his face. Seonghwa gently set you on your feet and held you close to him instead, burying his face in your neck. 

You look at him, smiling softly. He’s breathing in your scent deep, and with him so close, you find yourself doing the same, grazing your fangs over his shoulder, pressing yourself against his sturdy body. 

“How about we do something else?” You coo, running your fingers through damp blonde locks and tugging. Seonghwa purred deep from his core, his cock hard against your thigh as he tilted his head back. 

“Kneel for me.” 

Seonghwa doesn’t make you ask twice, getting down on one of his knees before you and looking up. You run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back before you lift your thigh and set it on his shoulder, smiling sweetly. 

“Go ahead. Enjoy your meal.”

Seonghwa let out a keen, grabbing both of the globes of your ass and pulling you flush against him after muttering a soft ‘thank you’. 

You clench and sigh, feeling him work his tongue into you, his claws leaving indents in your skin as he curled his tongue. 

You move his head, thigh flexing every now and again as the sparking pleasure from his saliva started to creep into your system. 

“Don’t make me cum yet, I want to make a mess of your cocks.” 

You watch his pupils dilate, a reverberating growl tearing from his lips as he looked up at you. You smile, sweet as nectar as you push his face flush between your legs, challenging both him and yourself to actually fulfill that wish. 

Seonghwa, for his own credit, ate you out slower and more deliberately than he usually did, kneading and panting against your pussy as your juices ran down his chin. 

You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the look on his face when he’s between your legs, dazed with his eyes deep and pink. 

He could be there for hours, if you let him. You’d tested that one day and he’d only stopped because your eyes were full of pleasured tears and your legs were trembling. 

You pull and tug at his hair and grit your teeth. Reluctantly, he stilled all movement, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. 

“Where?” He growled, short and simple. You growl back at him, trembling and impatient. 

“Right here. Both.” 

He stared at you for a moment before he chuckled and pulled away from you, letting your thigh down and slowly licking his lips. He stood to his full height, backing  you against a tree and leaning into your space, tilting your chin up to make you gaze deep into his eyes. 

“My, you haven’t had a single time where you didn’t ask me for both.”

You stare back at him, brow arching. 

“Why should I? You’re mine and that means both of them are mine too.” You fire back, running your fingers down the expanse of his abdomen until you stopped over the slit at his pelvis, smiling at the way his eyes darkened. 

“You’re insatiable.” He whispered, though it distinctly lacked any real reluctance. You smile, regardless. 

“Am I?” 

“Yeah.” 

You pretend to think for a moment before nodding, kissing the tip of his nose. 

“Okay.” 

He blinked, head tilting, and in an instant, you bolt back through the trees, leaving him stunned in your wake. 

“I’ll take care of myself, then~” You call over your shoulder. 

It took another second, and you fight the urge not to laugh as you hear the loud, undeniable roar of your name come from behind you. 

The birds in the trees squawked and flew off as Seonghwa tore through the island, chasing you with renewed vigor. 

“Y/N!”

“Seonghwa~!” You mock him lovingly, calling his name as you make sharp turns and pivots through the familiar terrain. This island had become your home in your time here, you were more than familiar with all it hid.

Seonghwa, of course, knew this place like the back of his hand and in no time he skid into your view, scales shimmering and glittering beautifully in the sun as he laid eyes on you. A smile stretched across his face as you rush to the left, giggling to yourself. 

You find yourself at a familiar rock formation, the same from when you first arrived on the island, and realize with a pout that you’ve hit a dead end. 

The sound of Seonghwa growling behind you confirmed it and you don’t even get the chance to turn around before you’re being embraced from behind. Seonghwa purred, planting kisses upon your shoulder and up your neck and ear before he nibbled the shell of it, clicking slowly. 

“I caught you again. What do I win?” He purred. You smile and turn your head to kiss him, taking one of his hands and guiding it between your legs. He got the hint, long fingers working you open while he held you flush against his body. 

You sigh and relax into his grip, moaning as your head rolled onto his shoulder. Seonghwa kissed you with an urgency his fingers did not share, and the mixed speeds made your head spin. 

You move his other hand to your breast, smiling as he kneaded it in his free hand, rutting his cocks against your ass. You can feel him dribbling against the dimples at the small of your back and you have a passing thought. 

‘He’s wasting it.’

You’ve long since stopped being flustered about these thoughts, and cup your hand over his, pushing your own fingers in beside his as you kiss him with a tad more aggression. 

“Want you.” You growl, hoping he gets the hint. Seonghwa moaned into the kiss and pinched your nipple between two fingers. 

“Bend over.” 

You pull your fingers from yourself, sending him a searing look over your shoulder as you lick them clean. Seonghwa followed the movement with his eyes before they drifted up to yours.

“Ah ah, down here.” You spread your legs and hold your folds open, your core aching. Seonghwa pressed himself against you in an instant, slowly guiding his cock coated in essence into you first. Your eyes nearly roll back at the pleasure of finally having his warmth inside of you. A shaky gasp left your mouth as he held your hip, pushing the other into you once he was sure you’d adjusted to the first properly. 

Seonghwa waited until you were ready, kissing your head and singing sweet nothings into your hair. 

“Put your arms back.” He instructed and you do so, feeling him work one of his arms through both of yours, pinning them back as he slowly rolled his hips forward and keeping you arched. 

“Seonghwa~”

“You’ve become such a fast baby, Y/n. I wonder what you would have done if you got away from me. Maybe I should’ve let you this time, just sit back and watch you pleasure yourself just right.” He growled against your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth. You whine, clenching down possessively on his cocks. 

He noticed, a deep, throaty groan ripping from his chest as he snapped his hips up before reminding himself he wanted to drive you crazy, slowing himself back down. 

“I would have called to you-ah…faster, it’s too slow-” You whimper, trying to rock your hips back. Seonghwa’s arm flexed between yours as he held them back, clicking his tongue in your ear. 

“I’m enjoying my mate. Be still.” 

You shudder and feel yourself gush around him. Your body is getting hotter again, and you loosen up. Feeling precum run between your thighs as he moved faster over time. 

You stand on your tiptoes as he rocked into you, moaning his name like a chorus as he nuzzled your neck. 

“Sweet…you smell so sweet.” He panted, both of his cocks rocking hard into your gspot at the same time. 

You feel your brain disconnect for a moment, your mouth falling open before a guttural moan of pleasure fell from your lips as Seonghwa repeated the action. Encouraged by your song, he angled his hips, focusing on making you melt in his arms, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. 

Beautiful, glittering silver droplets run down as you feel him let go of your arms, pressing them above your head on the smooth rock wall as he thrusted into you. 

“Seonghwa! S-seonghwa slow down I’m gonna cum-” You try fruitlessly to drag it out for longer. Seonghwa had other plans, his free hand finding its way between your legs, rubbing your clit in rapid circles as he licked your shoulder bites closed. 

“Cum for me, then. You sound s-so pretty for me, clenching me like a vice….c’mon, don’t hold back. Make a mess. That’s what you want right? To make a mess of your mate’s cocks?” He chuckled into your ear, both of his cocks throbbing deep inside of you. You can feel them, and your mouth waters at the undeniable need to be bred swirling in your mind. 

“K-kiss me?” You plead, nearly crying in relief as he immediately tilted his head to do so, his tongue melding against yours as you feel yourself standing on your tiptoes due to the force of his thrusts and his heights. 

Your stomach bulges from the size of his cocks and the moment you hear him growl ‘I love you’ into the kiss, you feel yourself clench down, fingers flexing and clenching as you came with a spine-shaking orgasm.

Seonghwa moaned, your scent flooding his senses as he sped up his own thrusts, cumming deep inside of you and keeping himself still as he kissed you, keeping you pinned between him and the wall. 

“Love you, I love you.” You pant, mewling as you look back at him, your eyes no doubt matching his in their magenta color. He smiled and hugged you close, keeping himself inside of you. 

“I love you.” He rumbled, letting both of you catch your breaths and settle down before pulling out, watching as his cum and essence roll out in thick pearls, leaving a glittering puddle on the stone between your legs.

You pant, and for a moment, you consider cupping yourself to keep it inside, but you blush and perish the thought, instead.

Seonghwa picked you up, kissing your temple and carrying you off to the waterfall where you both had first gotten intimate. He gently guided you into the water, chuckling at the way your legs instantly shifted into your tail. 

You look down and he ran his fingers over your tail, smiling fondly. 

"Your tail really is beautiful."

You look at the gray speckles and purse your lips. 

"Yours is stunning. Mine is just…"you trail off and Seonghwa clicks disapprovingly.

"Beautiful." He ran his fingertips in small loops, tracing words of love and patterns of lace along your tail and chuckling as you shudder.

"You can always tell the difference between a Seaborn who was born that way and one who used to be human. We call them Reborns, at least, the older generations did. As Hongjoong told you, humans who were turned into Seaborn will retain mammal traits. Namely, the tail." Seonghwa hummed, drumming his fingers along your tail. You look at his face, watching the cogs turn. 

"Everything else is basically the same no matter the type. Our strength, our longevity, our basic anatomies, how we give birth, it's very similar regardless of being Reborn or Seaborn." He continued, beginning to wash your tail with long caresses after opening the container of self-made soap he'd left at this particular waterfall since it held sentimental value for you both. 

"How do Seaborns give birth?" You inquire. He blushed and rubbed his neck. 

"Laying eggs and keeping them warm? 

You blink at him.

"Laying eggs…and then keeping them warm after that?"

"Yes."

"Like a chicken?"

Seonghwa gave you a funny look, his eyebrows and nose scrunching up.

"....did you just compare us to chickens?"

"....its kinda chicken-like"

He stared flatly at you and pushed you into the water further, face deadpan as you came back up laughing.

"Seonghwa! I'm right!"

"No, wash yourself, chicken girl"

You snicker and come close to him, resting your arms on his knees as you feel him work his hands into your hair, gently washing and scratching your scalp.

“Our village is fortunate. There is an underwater volcano within our territory. There is a nursery nearby that is protected by magic and round the clock security. This is for couples who are active in hunting or may not have time to incubate them above water, in sand. During particularly busy egg hatching seasons, Yunho will come and stay within one of Hongjoong’s gardens and use his body heat to keep them warm. We have had our numbers quadruple and our success rate for hatching guppies almost perfect itself because of him and Yeosang enchanting our nursery gardens for Hongjoong." Seonghwa explained, purring softly as you close your eyes. 

You don't even realize the way your tail slapped the surface of the water, just enjoying the feeling of him taking care of you. He chuckled and reached in, picking you up out of the water as he continued to wash you. 

His hand wanders as he sings and hums to you, but so do your lips, and it takes but a few minutes of him cleaning his essence and cum out of you before you press your face into his throat, kissing and nibbling at his pulse. 

Seonghwa opened his mouth to tease you again, but paused. Once again he can smell it. That sweet scent lacing your usual one. 

His fingers twitched. As you place nips and kisses along the edges of some of his scales, you can hear him rumbling. 

".....sweet."

You look at him, blinking. 

"Sweet?"

"Yes. You smell sweet."

You blink before you hum quietly. Your eyes drift between your legs.

"Your fingers are still inside of me."

Seonghwa’s platinum scales along his cheekbones and the corners of his eyes turn a dusty pink, but all he did was hold you close. 

"Y/n."

"Yes, Seonghwa?"

You can tell there was nothing to panic about-yet-Seonghwa had spoken in a calm tone, his scales never paling or his scent tinging with fear. 

Instead, excitement? Nervousness?

"I think you're pregnant."

You stare at him. 

He stared back.

For a while, you think the world had stopped, had it not have been for the rushing sound of the water behind you and the gentle, steady sound of splashing as he continued to wash you with gentle, reverent hands. 

Then, your eyes well up. Seonghwa bit his lip and smiled as you bring your hand to your stomach. 

“Pregnant?” 

“Your scent has changed. It’s sweeter than usual, gentler.” 

He gently ran his hand over your stomach, landing on top of yours. 

Tears roll down your cheek as you pull him down for a kiss, feeling like you were floating. He smiled into it, holding you securely as you both sang and purred words of love and adoration to one another. 

That would explain…a lot, actually. The hunger you felt growing steadily, your portions growing significantly, getting winded easier while doing work around the island and in the ocean, and the increased clinginess from Seonghwa. 

You two clean up and Seonghwa held your hands in his, smiling softly. 

“How about we visit The Whetū Faewilds tomorrow? Yeosang may be able to help us out. He’s really good at helping out new families and I want him to give you a protection enchantment. I need to see if I can have my own seagarden somewhere here for our eggs so you can lay them separate from everyone elses. Maybe if Yunho brings a magma stone we can keep them warm on our own and-”

You watch fondly as Seonghwa excitedly chattered on about setting up your own nursery for your eggs. You cup his cheek minutes later and he stops mid-sentence, looking into your eyes. 

Neither of you say a word and he simply pressed his cheek into your palm, smiling. 

“Let’s get settled into bed early. We’ll leave for Yeosang’s early tomorrow.” Seonghwa suggested. You nod and smile, letting him carry you off to bed, a new kind of joy settling in your body as you cuddle into his arms that night. 

˚*＊✿❀༓❀✿＊*˚

“So how are we getting to Yeosang’s faewilds? Do we swim?” You inquire, looking over at Seonghwa the following morning as you both stand on the beach. 

Seonghwa fiddled with his ear, blinking as they brushed against a peridot earring. 

He had a feeling something had been misaligned, but couldn’t put his finger on what. Instead, he gripped the earring and called out to the ocean. 

“Wooyoung?” 

There’s a silence that stretches between you both. The ocean swayed calmly, unbothered. 

Seonghwa furrowed his brow and opened his mouth. 

“I’m right here. What do you need?” 

Both of you look behind you, finding Wooyoung standing on the air above both of you, looking down as you clutch your chest, startled. Seonghwa rubbed the small of your back and Wooyoung cocked a brow. 

“You two don’t look like you’re in danger. What do you want?” He yawned, stepping off of whatever invisible platform of air he was standing on, getting right in both of your faces. 

“We need a lift to The Whetū Faewilds, please.” Seonghwa informed him, smiling in greeting. Wooyoung blinked before looking at you. 

Whether you noticed or not, you’d been idly rubbing small circles along your stomach, taking note of the subtle bulge forming. 

“Oh, good. You both realized she’s pregnant. I see.” Wooyoung stretched and ignored the stammering coming from Seonghwa. 

“You knew?”

“We all knew. Now, c’mon before I change my mind. I don’t recall when it was I said I was suddenly a transportation service.” Wooyoung grumbled. He took a few steps towards the ocean, and you could see trails of stardust glinting with his every step. 

You blink. 

His feet never actually made contact with the sand, now that you looked closer. 

Wooyoung made a sweeping motion and in an instant, a tear appeared before you all. You frown, looking at the unnatural tear space and peer through it, holding Seonghwa’s hand. Through it, you can see a lush forest. 

“I don’t have all day, go on.” Wooyoung urged, nodding towards the tear. Seonghwa smiled at you, kissing your knuckles before he pulled you towards the spacial tear, guiding you into it. 

Immediately, the aroma around you changes. 

The smell of sea salt disappeared into the distance, now replaced with fresh rain and flowers. You breathe deep, smiling as it caresses you and brings about an instant calm. The forest seemed to welcome your presences, and you watch as a tiny, cotton ball shaped entity bounced over to you. 

It made a noise you could only describe as a puppy-like squeak before it ran down a row of fragrant plumeria and gardenia bushes. 

“That’s a faerie, they’re leading us to Yeosang.” Seonghwa explained. You smile and turn to thank Wooyoung, but find him already missing. 

“Oh-uh, okay, let’s go.” You take Seonghwa’s hand and follow the fae through the forest. You are careful not to step on any flowers along the way. A few other fae peeked out of the bushes, watching you before they began following you both, some of them cooing and climbing up Seonghwa’s body with a sense of familiarity. 

You smile, watching as the small glowing puffs dot your mate. One of them crossed the bridge between your and his shoulders, squeaking as it pressed against your cheek and began to shake in what you assumed was excitement. 

“Ah, you’re here. Welcome.” 

You look up and blink in surprise, finding yourself standing in front of a beautiful hut in the center of a village you don’t remember walking into. You look around, lips parted as you spy faeries of all shapes and sizes, looking curiously at you as they held fruit and flora in various baskets. 

Your eyes drift back in front of you and you find Yeosang smiling softly at you both, his hair secured back in a clip and a dangling jewled hairclip catching your attention as he walked closer. 

“You kept your word and stopped by. I appreciate it. We’ve missed you,Seonghwa, and my people have wanted to greet you, Y/n.” He gently gave Seonghwa a hug. Seonghwa closed his eyes and leaned down, pressing his forehead to Yeosang’s. Yeosang closed his eyes back, gently holding Seonghwa’s forearms. 

When they pulled away, Yeosang muttered something in a tongue you couldn’t understand, smiling softly before he looked at you. 

“Do you mind?” He asked, holding his arms open. You smile and lean into his embrace without a second’s hesitation. Yeosang smiled and hugged you back. He pulled away after a moment or two and you follow what Seonghwa had done, closing your eyes and tilting your head up slightly. You miss the small look of surprise on Yeosang’s face before it melted into a fond look, with him leaning down to press his forehead to yours, breathing gently. 

A sense of warmth and welcome washed over you, and just like with Seonghwa, Yeosang pulled away and muttered something. This time you could understand him. 

‘Welcome home.’

Seonghwa put his arm around you and guided you into Yeosang’s home, sitting down first and patting his lap. You sit down with a small blush, settling into his embrace as Yeosang began to move about his home, grabbing some decorative cups and setting them in front of you both before he set down a few small ceramic bowls. 

“So, I can smell the excitement on you both, and I noticed you had Wooyoung bring you here instead of making the day-long swim…I’m assuming you both have come to realize you are with children, yes?” Yeosang inquired, his movements graceful as he removed the lids of each bowl. You lift your head to peek, seeing dried flowers and fruit inside of each one, as well as the one at the end having some form of glittering powder. 

“Was I really the last to know?” Seonghwa frowned. You laugh behind your hand and kiss his jaw after turning your head and Yeosang chuckled, gently adding certain petals and leaves to a small bag, tucking them carefully into it. 

“It’s alright. Love is as exhilarating as it is blinding.” Yeosang mused, looking at both of you with a gentle fondness in his eyes. 

“How are you feeling, Miss?” He inquired. You wave gently. 

“Y/n is fine, Yeosang. I’ve been slowing down a bit but I’m okay. I imagine in the next eight months that may change drastically.” 

Both he and Seonghwa looked at you curiously before Yeosang hummed gently, adding dried apple and lemon to one bag. 

“Seaborns do not hold their eggs for nine months like humans do their young. You will probably need to lay in about two or so months. You’re a month in, so you’ll notice your body adjusting and changing fairly quickly from here on out.” He explained. You feel your lips part, staring at him in surprise. 

“Two months?” 

“Or somewhere about that time, yes. I recommend you keep your stress levels down and try and stay away from dangerous situations until then.” He met your eyes and you feel like there’s something he’s not saying in this moment. You don’t look away, rubbing Seonghwa’s knuckles as he adjusted his embrace. 

“What would I be doing that’s dangerous, Yeosang?”

Yeosang’s eyes didn’t betray anything in his head, and instead he only shrugged a shoulder. 

“I don’t know, I’m just warning you regardless.” 

He put the bags in the cups and gently poured the water into them. A pleasant aroma flooded the room and you find yourself sniffing eagerly, watching as he covered each cup with a small lid made of some kind of wood. 

He closed his eyes and took a moment, seemingly thinking before he looked at you both once more. 

“You would like me to place a protective enchantment on your womb, correct?” Yeosang inquired. You and Seonghwa nod in unison and Yeosang hummed, staring at the cups. 

“Have you chosen a place to lay your clutch?” He inquired, looking into Seonghwa’s eyes. 

“On the island, in a mini spring with a waterfall.” 

“Is it deep enough to have a magma stone placed in it without overheating it?” 

“I would need a smaller stone than usual, but yes. It's a good twenty-five feet deep. At least.” 

Yeosang tapped his lip and nodded quietly, humming to himself. He took the lid off of the cups and gently grabbed some of the glittering dust from the final ceramic bowl, sprinkling it into your cup before smiling softly and handing it to you. 

“Here.” 

You take a moment to take a deep breath, enjoying the aroma of hibiscus mixed with dried fruit. You sip gently and lean back against Seonghwa’s chest fully. 

“How many guppies do Seaborns usually have?” 

Yeosang looked at Seonghwa, arching a brow. Seonghwa rubbed your hips, putting his chin over your head. 

“If all goes well, usually two or three. If they aren't incubated properly, they won’t make it. We also would have to watch for predators. Usually, the creatures of the ocean stray clear of Seaborns but nurseries that aren't properly guarded have been known to have opportunity hunters go after the eggs.” he sighed. 

The sound of a growl drew both of their attention to you. A deep leer settled on your face, your eyes bleeding into crimson as you gripped the cup tight. 

“Baby?”

“I’ll kill anything that comes near my fucking babies, Seonghwa.” 

He blinked in surprise before he rubbed your hips and kissed your cheek. 

“I know, baby. Nothing will get close to our nursery.”

Yeosang watched the two of you and moved closer, sitting in front of you. 

“Can you lift your shirt? Just so I can see your stomach?” He inquired. Seonghwa moved his hands away from yours so you could decide and after you sit up a bit, you lift your shirt up until it was bunched over your belly. 

Yeosang’s eyes gleamed, and he held his hand over your stomach, fingertips glowing. He blinked for a moment before he exhaled, laughing to himself. You frown at him, worry settling in your brow. 

“What? What’s wrong?” You ask quickly. He waved and pressed his palm firmly against your belly. 

“Nothing, just thinking. Hold still for a moment.” He instructed. You hold your breath without thinking. Yeosang’s fingertips begin to glow with a soft, pastel yellow twinkle, small symbols appearing around the curve of your stomach before he pulled his hand away and gently lowered your shirt. 

“I’ve put some protective magic over your womb. Remember to be careful, it doesn’t make you immune to injuries, but it simply makes it easier for you with carrying and eventually when you lay. I’ll send you both home with some fae meals to keep your energy high and boost your health. Because you are a Reborn, you will find that your body will most likely begin to lactate, as well. Only Reborns can, seeing as you hold onto your mammal genetics to some extent. You can come back to me when your guppies are born and I will provide you with more Fae meals in order to keep your body healthy and cleansed of toxins so you can nurse them…if you choose to do so.” Yeosang explained, moving to sit back down, taking a sip of the tea in front of him. You touch your stomach ever so slightly and looked over at the kind Fae man. 

“That’s so kind of you…all of this is…Is there anything I can to repay you for your kindness?” 

Seonghwa kissed your head and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“Yeosang, I’d like to show her around the village and your forest. Is it alright if I do it alone? I want her to see the Vermillion Gardens. If you don’t want anyone there, I understand, too.” Seonghwa spoke gently, and you could tell from the way Yeosang had paused his drinking, this was something of a special place. 

He rose his gaze up to the two of you before he smiled, his nose scrunching slightly. 

“Just be mindful of the flowers. Do not stray too far from them. My Faewilds may be friendly towards those I welcome here, but that does not mean you shouldn’t watch your own back.“

Seonghwa smiled wide and took your hand, pulling you out of the hut and guiding you through the beautiful village. 

Yeosang watched the two of you leave and sat down, bringing a cup of tea up to his lips. 

“I never expected you to be such a softie for an addition of The Fold.” He spoke into the brim of the cup. For a moment, there was no response in the seemingly empty room. 

Then, 

“A ‘softie’? You wound me. I don’t give a damn about that woman or those kids, I just want to make sure-”

“There was an Eldritch rune on her womb long before I touched her. I wonder who that came from.” Yeosang cut him off and motioned to the empty spot beside him, his fingers glowing as a second cup of tea began brewing. Sure enough, Wooyoung emerged, taking a seat beside him, pouting. 

“I really can’t hide a thing from you, huh?” He grumbled. Yeosang sent him a smile, eyes twinking with mirth. 

“No, you can’t. I don’t even know why you try at this point.” 

˚*＊✿❀༓❀✿＊*˚

You step carefully as you trek through the Vermillion Garden, the petals of countless spider lilies tickling your ankles as you walk beside Seonghwa. There was a gazebo in the center of the field and Seonghwa carefully helped you sit in a bench, touching you with added care, as if you were to lay at any moment. 

It was as equally adorable as it was endearing. 

Seonghwa put an arm around you, looking at the illuminated flowers as he took a deep breath. You admire your surroundings, holding Seonghwa’s hand. 

“This flower field…is it special?” You inquire. Seonghwa nodded, looking up at the stars above. The sky was a much different color than the one back on the beach. 

Instead of a pitch black or a deep blue, the night sky was a deep purple. A shimmering aurora flowed through the sky above the two of you, and for a few moments, you forget to breathe, simply taking it all in. 

“The heart and soul of the Faewilds. It all started here. Yeosang always brought us here when something good would happen in our lives. Something about the flowers helping lift the soul and spirit. So…its only right I bring you here.” 

You blush and smile, kissing him slowly. Around you, the flowers begin the glow, wisps of light dancing around the night sky like fireflies. You cup Seonghwa’s face, feeling like you were floating. 

Everything was going to be alright. 

….right?

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Got Mint? (Part 1) - Isekai Bad Batch

Author’s Notes: Crosshair loves mouth stuff, he especially loves your mouth, the mint is just an added bonus. - I'm going off the notion, if it isn't mentioned in SW canon, i can pretend if it is/isn't real, I've decided mint how we know it doesn't exist in SW universe as far as they know ¬u¬ Haha wow I finished the first half, I have more for this prompt planned. Relationships: Crosshair x Reader Tags & Warnings: Smooching, Oral Fixation, +18?? I think, it's very earnest kissies

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"What do we do if he sees us?" Both you and Crosshair had been sent to tail a target for Cid, and now together you were standing watching a nervous looking Rodian make his rounds at every stall in the bustling marketplace from a quiet off-the-street courtyard.

"Nothing."

You're familiar with his curt answers now, it wasn't necessarily from rudeness, Crosshair just didn't waste his breath on more words than were necessary.

"Right..." you huff, a little agitated at the waiting and pop a piece of gum in your mouth. Crosshair watches as you do this, he'd always been curious about this gum stuff you always had with you, but never asked, it seemed to be your equivalent of his toothpicks, an oral focus that helped him concentrate. He figured it best to leave it to you, after all, you'd been teleported here from another universe whilst you'd been out doing a "supply run", and of all the food you had with you, this was all that was left. Someone Wrecker had already eaten most of the rest, but you'd staunchly protected the gum like a Pyke with Spice. He didn't want to take your "toothpicks" from you.

You can feel Crosshair's eyes on you as you watch the Rodian slowly make his way toward your vicinity. The feel of his gaze sends a flush of warmth to your face and neck- to think you had THE Crosshair staring at you right now, if the Clone Appreciation Community back on Earth could see this, they'd flip their shit.

Over the past few months of your “accidental” arrival in this universe he'd gone from being deeply suspicious, to warming up to you, to the two of you being so comfortable just existing in each others spaces that you had no doubt that he harboured feelings for you on some level- he'd be busy cleaning his Firepuncher while you would lay across his lap doing the "homework" Tech had given you to help get to grips with this universe. You treasured your alone time, so did he, but being alone with him was somehow so much better.

And of course there was the purposefully teasing you- he enjoyed getting you riled up with rampant flirting, slightly too long hugs, lingering touches and near kisses. You wondered if that's what he was doing right now, with his eyes still fixed on you, plotting a new way to rile you up.

You dare a glance over at him and he's smirking at you, of course he is, "Can I help you?" he drawls, making you roll your eyes playfully,

"You're supposed to be watching." you sigh, casually discarding the finished gum in a nearby bin. He rolls the toothpick between his teeth while maintaining his smouldering gaze on you, "I am."

His words send another flush of heat to your cheeks and he chuckles before flicking away his toothpick and leaning over you, one arm resting on the wall above you, kriff he's so fucking tall, "Our mark is too close, we need a distraction." He gently grabs your chin as you start to turn to see, "Don't look." He leans in closer, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face, a soaring feeling rushes up through your body as you bite your lip. In this moment he could do anything to you you realise, and you wanted him to.

"They always get uncomfortable with public affection." he murmurs against your mouth, gently ghosting his lips across yours as a silent request, one you eagerly permit by parting your lips and closing the searing hot space between the two of you.

Your lips practically melt against his as Crosshair gently pulls you closer into his body, one hand secure around your waist, while the other slowly traces along your jaw. Kriff, he's so warm...

Having never tasted mint before, your sweet cold breath had Crosshair intrigued. Running his tongue over your lips to gain entry to your mouth, that you so deliciously granted, had him reeling in pleasure at the taste of your tongue on his. How could someone taste so good? His grip on your waist tightened a little and the hand he had been using to send shivers down your neck moved to the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair and gripping just a little, as he deepened the kiss, causing you to softly moan into his mouth, your fingers digging into his back as you held on to him.  

After what felt like a delectable eternity of his mouth on yours, you pull away to catch your breath, and look up at Crosshair who briefly scans the marketplace before turning back to you with that sly smile of his, "I think it worked."

"Oh, good. Good..." the surprise as to what just transpired has you flustered while Crosshair gazes down at you, revelling in the fact that he finally got to kiss you, and leaving him wanting more of the delicious lingering tingle of mint you left on his mouth.

[lncarnon]

“let them go.” / “let me go.” ( Nekros - any SW verse of Cal's ; I've got his main verse which takes place in either JFO, Survivor, anywhere in between and post-Survivor, and Imperial verses where he's Sith Apprentice + an Inquisitor / Eleventh Brother, then Grand Inquisitor )

He'd been lost in this nothingness for what felt like an eternity; days stretched onward into weeks, months, and there was no end in sight. Perhaps it is the acceptance that this strange expanse of space might very well now be his home that allows him to succumb into a deep rest. It feels wrong to simply sleep when an endless spring of questions have drowned the soft insides of his head, but there was little else to do.

No navigation meant that their only course was in an arrow straight line through the void of darkness, no destination in mind, save for any hint of a planet or moon. Without a solar rail (towers located in key points of travel that send ships from one side of the system to another) they might never make landfall again. It is a grim thought indeed but hope still lingered within his soul that there was something out here, or someone. Paetgeon's rest is disturbed by the warning wane of his ship's Cephalon crying out that an unknown vessel is making an approach on the Orbiter. His only companion for conversation, a human mind made into a subservient AI, the Cephalon aptly named Voros has no intention of allowing their charge to fall against the tide of a potential enemy.

Roused up from the depths of slumber he barely has a chance to open his mouth and ask what was happening before the entire ship lurches. Good thing that he had not been on his feet as it would have certainly sent him spiraling back down onto the floor. Grumbling as he rolls over, his body becomes nothing more than a faint reminder of something that had once been there. He vanishes and beyond the room, his Nekros stirs. The Warframe in its idle moments had no agency of its own, there was no reason for it. Having been stock still for so long leaves some degree of soreness that will need to be worked out later, as the chains dangling from his arms clatter against the wall of the Orbiter and he rights himself with another unwarranted rock of the ship.

'They are pulling us in, I think. It looks like a hanger,' Voros states while Nekros moves to collect his weapons from the arsenal.

"You think it is a hanger?" he repeats incredulously. It either was, or wasn't. There really wasn't much of a debate. Forgoing that argument a thrill of excitement picks at his heart, swift practiced motions carrying the Warframe forward to the cockpit of the smaller landing craft adjoined with the Orbiter. The ship he maintains is a duo of one large, and one small, spaceships. The smaller of the two blends seamlessly into the larger, and it serves as the base landing craft for planetary entry. That is where he stands, upon the helm of the smaller craft and peering out a one-way window. There is nothing to see yet as the orbiter itself is hauled backend first into the gaping maw of a colossal ship. An eyeless face gazes upwards as the pointed front of the much bigger vessel comes into view, and briefly, he is reminded of a Corpus flagship. This one is bigger though, he thinks. At least it hadn't opened fire upon them and he almost wonders if Voros can read his mind. As he goes to make a comment upon the impressive ship (which he would later come to know as a Star Destroyer), the Cephalon speaks first.

'They made contact with us, but I didn't know they were this close or I would have woken you up earlier. Whoever runs their communications has declared that we are going to be boarded and inspected for failing to state our reason for being out here. Kind of rude, if you ask me.'

"And I was just about to say it was great that they didn't shoot at us first," he sighs out of exasperation and continues to stare outside. Time feels as if it is moving in slow motion as the orbiter is maneuvered into the underside hanger and settled quite neatly inside. Not meant for landing, his ship doesn't settle well against the hanger floor, listing to one side slightly as the hull comes flush to the floor and causing Nekros to stumble a half step. He hopes that it doesn't cause any lasting damage and steps away from the window. Just as it was not meant to leave the openness of space, it likewise does not have any means to depart from its underside. Rather, ports for quick escape via Archwing line the upper exterior. Without need for the arial device it is quite a spectacle to be launched out of one.

Like a slingshot, his lithe frame is sent halfway across the hanger space purely by accident. It is meant to keep the user from being tagged by the ship as it slid by in space, not fired within a confined room and stationary. Landing with a roll onto the hard, cold floor, he doesn't yet have a weapon in hand. Apparently, the surprise is less than favorable. His gaze is set upon a few rows of what he assumes to be soldiers, all dressed down in white, and carrying very obvious armaments. It takes a moment for any of them to respond to his very sudden appearance on the other side of the hanger and he takes a cautious step backwards. Sure, he had cleaved through swaths of Grineer that rivaled these numbers ten to one, but in those moments he already knew what he was dealing with. These guys are a complete mystery and his Cephalon's voice is the only reason he begins to move.

Blaster fire meets him, and he wonders if they think he is trying to escape. Scurrying out of the way it is a scramble to try and find whatever he could for cover. They don't quite seem prepared for his level of mobility, either. He launches himself across the space quite effortlessly, a fast spring of feet pressed into the ground that sends him through the air. Taking refuge behind something that looks like a box, not at all concerned with what it might actually be, Nekros takes a moment to assess the situation. His Cephalon still in full control of the ship can see beyond his own vision and marks the white-clad soldiers dutifully, and Nekros silently condemns himself to a resolve that meets the requirements of macabre slaughter. It was a horrifying thought that he could never escape violence, no matter where he went, or what he said. So, his cruel existence continues.

Unlatching the scythe that had been slung across the crest of his back, Nekros takes a slow breath inward, and exhales upon the Void. Fear creeps across the hanger's interior like the lapping waves of a tide coming in, and the blaster fire stops for a moment. Silence overtakes the once cacophonous sound of a one sided battle. It did not have to be like this, they could live to see another day had they been any less trigger happy. What happens now, is quite out of his hands. A being meant to sew death and toy with the rot afterwards, Nekros slides out of his cover and makes quick strides across the gap. The brief quiet is broken again as his scythe meets the first and closest soldier, blade snug into the gap between helmet and chest plating. Red ebbs and spatters onto Nekros as he moves on, taking advantage of his terrifying eminence while it still preyed upon their mental debilitation. Whatever the weapon was made of seemed to cleave clean through the trooper's armor without a visible degree of hesitation, a trail of gore following the Nekros upon his every move.

He barely makes note of the blaster fire smashing into his shielding, a thin blue sheen wrapped around his body that prevented most physical harm. A warning comes from Voros that he's only a quarter of it remaining before he has already cut through half of the soldiers that had initially been in the hanger. Somewhere, in the distance, he only half recognizes that an alarm is blaring through the ship. More soldiers, he assumed, would be on their way if not already almost there. When was the last time he had to do something like this, alone? He can't remember.

It will be fine, he continues as a mantra to himself.

Another warning that his shields are about to give out and he is brought to pause, reaching out and snagging the closest available body. Holding the struggling soldier against himself as a barrier from the oncoming onslaught, Nekros is fairly surprised to see that they stop firing upon him. He hadn't intended to take a hostage and figured, by their ferocity thus far, that not a single one would care if a friendly was shot down to stop the thing that had slaughtered a few dozen of their forces already. His assumptions are misplaced, however.

A new figure parts them like a sea retreating for the lash of a tsunami wave. This one is different, told not only by his lack of stark white armor, but the fact that these others were keen on getting out of his way. Nekros doesn't miss how the soldiers pour in by numbers far surpassing his theory on how many might fit in the ship, weapons trained on him and the still struggling body held against him.

Let them go.

A simple enough request, and his only chance to extend an olive branch. Releasing his hold on the trooper, Nekros doesn't even gaze upon the pitiful display of fear as the soldier goes scrambling off into the sea of indifferent white armor. Showing the palm of his free hand as a sign of mercy between the two of them, his gored scythe hangs low at his side, the blade nearly touching the floor and dripping crimson into the grey.

"I don't want to keep killing your people," he states, feeling the way they all stand stiff and ready to start shooting again if given the order. "But I will, if I have to."

[in-a-nook-with-a-notebook]

Welcome to Lakewood Prep

Lakewood Prologue

Series: Lakewood (in progress)

A/N: Hi! This is the beginning of what might become an original series. I dunno if anyone can tell but this scene was definitely inspired by the first episode of Wednesday, but I promise the plot is different and I have no intention of copying the show. I was in the mood to make an unhinged character, so meet Jake Jackson!

Word Count: 1138

Warnings: swearing, sw!tchblade, I think that's it?

Summary: No one wants to be the new kid, except maybe Jake Jackson. He loves terrifying anyone new who tries to get close to him. After too many "mistakes" made at his old school, his parents send him to Lakewood Preparatory School to learn some discipline, and Jake is ready for some new victims. That is, until Jake met them. Can a friend group and a crush really change a person? And more importantly, can they get to the bottom of an age-old mystery about Jake's new homestead?

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No one likes a new school. Well, no one sane does. Who would want a new start like that? Well, who other than me? 

My older brother, Tyler, is driving, with Peyton, Rowan and Darcy next to them – it's a big seat. I’m in the back with the rest of my family. In the entire close Jackson family order of oldest to youngest: Teddie (my father), Skye (my mother), Tyler (oldest brother), Charlie (sibling), Haiden and Quinn (twin siblings), me, Peyton (oldest of my younger siblings, sister), Rowan (sister), and Darcy (youngest sister). Age wise, in order, that would be 49, 46, 22, 20, 19 and 19, 17, 15, 12, and 9. 

Yeah. Big family. Imagine how I feel as one of the middle children, prodigies younger and older than me. I hope you don’t think that means I’m referring to myself as ordinary. Gods, no. However, I’m the biggest... problem child, you could say. 

“This place will be good for you, son,” Father says absently, most of his attention fixed on Mother, as usual. 

“No, it won’t,” I retort. “You know it won’t.” 

I’m in the very backseat on the right-hand side; my place. Always my place. The twins are in the other two seats beside me. In the row in front of us, Mother and Father next to each other with poor Charlie on the far left. They’re as uncomfortable in the dealings of Mother and Father’s... affections as most of the rest of us. And then, yes, Tyler, Peyton, Rowan and Darcey are crammed into the front. 

“You’re being rude, dear, you haven’t even given it a chance,” Mother says. 

“I am giving it a chance. I’m here, aren’t I?” 

“Son, this is a highly regarded school and it’s important that you take this seriously,” Father states. “I do hope that the word ‘seriously’ is in your vocabulary.” 

I scoff, staring out the window as we drive through the dreary weather. One of my favourite weathers. It matches whatever I imagine my soul looks like. 

I’m not dreading the idea of attending a new school, that’s not it. But how am I supposed to function in a civilized society? I’ve never attended one of those. Even home life is a little off compared to whatever “normal” must mean. I’m not even saying that because of the eight kids. It’s the everything else. 

“Remind me again why I’m being sent here.” I dig through my backpack in search of my switchblade. I notice Quinn and Haiden roll their eyes at me. I flip it open, then close it. Flip. Close. Flip. Close. Over and over. And over again. 

“Because you’re a hazard to society,” Tyler says from the front seat. 

“Wrong answer, brother mine, but thanks for playing,” I drone. The car turns left. I stare out the window. “I know why I’m being sent, but I want to hear the sugar-coated version so as to dissect it.” Flip. Close. 

“Dissect it, love?” Mother inquires.  

“Oh, please, Mother, don’t pretend. Lying is rather unbecoming for you, honest woman such as yourself. I’m being sent there because you couldn’t find anywhere else that could deal with me, so you found the most penitentiary-like education system for me to graduate from; this is a prison sentence.” 

“Honey-” 

“You know I’m right.” Flip. Close. 

“You’re wrong, son,” Father interjects, finally taking his attention away from Mother. 

“Oh? Do enlighten me with whatever lie you’ve cooked up for my ‘benefit’, please.” 

“You’re going there to learn how to control yourself. To learn discipline and to find your true potential. You can’t go around being the way you are without the consequences, and you need to understand that.” 

I hum a little. “Less sugar-coated than I thought.” Flip. Close. 

“What is it with you and that stupid switchblade?” Charlie asks from the seat up front. 

“Keep asking and you’ll find yourself on the other end of it.” 

“You can’t hurt me in any way that matters.” 

“I can try.” 

Charlie barks out a laugh and continues reading his book, whatever it is he’s reading. Flip. Close. I look out the window. 

“So, I don’t have any say in going?” I ask. 

“No,” both parents say definitively. 

“Well, I am positively thrilled to be joining this snobbish society.” Flip. Close. 

“What’s it called, again?” Peyton asks from the front seat. 

“Lakewood Preparatory School,” Mother says. “The ideal place for young men, women and others to learn their place in society and how to handle it.” 

“You sound like the welcome pamphlet,” I mutter. “Is there a uniform?” 

“Yes.” 

“You’re joking.” 

“No.” 

“Fuck,” I groan, leaning my head back. Flip. Close. 

“Well, hey,” Rowan says, “maybe then you’ll actually gain a sense of style and class.” She turns her head to smirk at me from the front. I glare at her. 

“Bite me.” 

The car turns right. Flip. Close. “How much longer?” Darcy moans dramatically. 

“We’re almost there now, my darlings,” Mother says, addressing all of us. “You know, I was hoping to send Tyler, Charlie and the twins to Lakewood Prep but they were better suited for Oakland Coast.” 

“A school from which you so rudely pulled me out of.” 

“Are we going to end up there, Mother?” Rowan questions. “Peyton and Darcy and I?” 

“Not unless necessary, dear. If you must be switched out of Granite Bay Conservatory, we’ll likely send you to Silverleaf Academy.” 

“Is this the way in, Father?” Tyler says from the front. 

“Yes, son.” 

“Ah, yes, the gateway to hell,” I mumble. Flip. Close. I put the blade in my backpack. We wouldn’t want that in the wrong hands, would we? “Why did the entire family have to come?” 

“This is a big moment for you,” Tyler says flatly. “We wanted to send you to hell ourselves, wanted to be involved.” 

“Oh, put a sock in it, Ty, you wanted to see me out of the house.” 

“You are a general torment.” 

“And you’re a pain in my ass.” 

“Boys, behave,” Mother says, caught up in being... affectionate with Father again. Barf. Tyler pulls up the driveway and stops at the front doors. 

“Well, brother...” Tyler trails off. “Bye. Nice knowing you. See you never.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Jake, honey, let’s go, shall we?” Mother suggests. I don’t reply verbally, merely hauling my backpack over the back of the seat and dropping it in the trunk. I climb over as well and leave the car through the trunk, since it’s the usual way I leave. I sling my bag over my shoulder and take my other two bags as well, the ones that were in the trunk already. 

I rest one bag on the ground to slam the door of the trunk shut. Picking it up again, I dutifully follow my parents up the front staircase of Lakewood Prep. 

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If you got this far, thanks for reading! Lmk what you think, feedback is encouraged and appreciated! Have a lovely day!

[jekyllnahyena]

gender n sexuality in star wars because confusion

quick question. how do gender and sexuality in star wars. work? and i mean this in the broadest sense possible. just, historically, culturally and religiously, here on earth, humans don’t have a global understanding of it?

as an example, in ancient rome, for two men to sleep with each other was normal. what was important was who was on top. (because of course it was, it’s ancient rome)

it’s changed so much over history, i just have to wonder how anything has so much as a universal grasp of it. but there seems to be one, or at least a start of one, because look at politics. 

titles (queen of naboo, count dooku) exist, thus implying that gender plays a role, because these gendered titles (and their cultural importance) are understood in the senate. but what does a space blob care if the human ruler of naboo holds the title queen, when to the space blob, gender isn’t something to really exist?

and if it came to some sort of understandining, how? is it language? because we know that technically Basic is something along the lines of the most spoken language and thus probably the broadest one as it seems to be the go-to communication vice between different species. but even then, you have many different species’ not talking Basic? how do you communicate stuff without being culturally rude or how do you explain your gender if somebody has a completely different culture of what gender even is? i think an understanding of gender and sexuality will be a lot different between a twi’lek and a wookie.  and then again, it will be a completely different conversation to a rodian and, idk, somebody from yoda’s species for example.

and Then i break my brain because even more questions come up. for example, why did Jabba have dancers dressed like that? has a hutt a similar understanding of what is hot to a human? or another twi’lek? but then what does a hutt find attractive in another hutt? their charming personality??

will a humans opinion change if they know a wookie, a species with enough strength to literally throw you, is nonbinery? do humans and wookies even think of gender???

Donald Glover has a pretty good point in saying that everyone is on a bigass, confusing spectrum of panromanticism/sexuality. because why the hell would you care what kind of gender a space blob is, before you ask them out on a date. 

like, if i were to crush on a future seeing worm that predicts my death, i doubt i’d think about gender. same as the future seeing worm currently predicting my death.  

and i know i sounds absolutely insane and this is very chaotic but i wanted to write down some character stuff on one of my endless google docs because i’m working on a jedi and their rodian girlfriend. and then that post about the star wars aliens found me. where a wolfman is in a relationship with that alluded future seeing murder worm. because both their species rule of attraction is how deadly you are. and i just sat there thinking. wait. what.

[darthmaulification]

could i get reader pampering maul after a long day? feeding him nice food, massaging him, maybe even some risque times if you want.

A/N: sorry y’all that i haven’t been writing much sw fics, i’ve been enjoying yautja schtuff LOLZ 💀 so my duality of man is posting yautja fic in conjunction to star wars fic. i desire them all (monsterfucker).

hope you enjoy! 💗

content: fluff and spice, grumpy manchild maul type beat, afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), mand’alor maul, nudity, massages, dom/sub dynamic, they’re practically edging each other LMAO

word count: 2,497

He’s clearly agitated, no longer sprawl and lax in his throne, but hunched and glowering at the crowd before him. The meeting has obviously drawn far past Maul’s level of tolerance, and judging by the way his scowl has been progressively deepening is equal parts impressive as it is worrying. Beneath the table, you slide your hand from your lap to rest your palm on Maul’s thigh, and he looks over at you from the corner of his eye.

Are you okay? You hope the question shows in your eyes, tender and soft like the way you’re intending it to be, and you actually hope he does snoop in your mind to hear it. Maul seems to, judging by the way his sneer briefly turns to a scoff and how he rolls his eyes. He’s never been one to tell you how he’s feeling, so you’re not surprised by his dismissal.

“Perhaps we should save the next few topics for another day.” When a break in the overarching conversation occurs, you practically jump at the opportunity to put in your own two cents. Thankfully, it seems everyone else in attendance is also done with the meeting, and a murmur of affirmation rolls through the crowd.

“Yes, yes— it was a pleasure to have you all conjure for the entire day it leeched upon.” Maul growls from behind the hand he has on his chin, spitting out the words with a venom. It sounds almost too much like a child, but thankfully none of the governors or senators present make any sort of nod to it, and instead scurry from the room.

It takes no more than ten seconds until the doors close behind the last advisor.

“Maul, that was rude. And you sounded like a child.” You reprimand him lightly, your lips tugged into a smile that won’t fade, not even at Maul’s heated glare in response. 

“Do not call me a child, I will—”

“Oh, hush.” You lean in and kiss him, smothering whatever semi-toothless threat Maul was about to hurl at you. The kiss doesn’t last long, only a few tender, warm moments, and when you pull away Maul still has a glower on his face, but his eyes are soft. He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off before he can even get the first word out.

“Come, my love, let’s retire for the night.” You tug at his hands, beckoning him to stand. He does, rising from his throne and, for once in his life, allowing you to guide him to your shared quarters.

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The second the door to your room closes, you practically toss off the shimmersilk cloak you’re wearing, sending the fabric to the floor. Immediately, your hands go to the buttons and laces of your shirt and pants, fingers hastily and expertly undoing the ties. Maul straightens up in a recoil, eyes blowing wide and expression scrunching into one of shock.

“What are you doing?” He asks, irritation stiff buzzing in his words but diminishing by the second the more he watches you remove your clothes. You force yourself to not smile, instead completely focusing on stripping down to your birthday suit. The stare he has lingering on your revealing form makes your skin tingle pleasantly.

You know that teasing him like this is a gamble, but the reward at the end often benefits the both of you. Besides, you’ve had this idea ever since reading about particular Twi’lek healing spas, ones that involved no clothes and massages.

“Getting comfortable.” You reply simply, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor. You send him a nonchalant glance over your now bare shoulder and add, “You should too, my love.”

Your pants fall completely to the floor along with your underwear, leaving you as bare as a babe, and you turn to face Maul. He’s no longer glowering, thankfully, but now there’s a new, predatory look on his face that has you suppressing a shiver. He smirks, crossing his arms over his well-muscled chest, golden eyes roaming your figure.

“Naturally.” He replies simply, not bothering to hide how his eyes have been ogling your breasts, and goes to unzip the fly of his pants. Face feeling very warm, you watch as he drops his pants and his half-hard cock springs into view. 

“Now that we’re comfortable,” Maul starts, closing the distance between you to pull you in close with an arm around your waist, “What more do you have in store for me, my dear?”

The urge to abandon your original plan rears its head at the feel of Maul’s warm, tight body and his lips so so close to your own, but you force yourself to have the fortitude of an army. Peeling yourself away from him with a coquettish grin on your lips, you gesture to the bed and ignore the heat pooling between your thighs. Especially when your eyes flit down to his swelling erection...

“Lay down. Let me take care of you.” You purr, sashaying with an extra swing to your hips to the fresher to grab a few items. Maul watches, bemused, and without any complaints (surprisingly) follows your directions. You hear him lay on the bed as you grab a bottle of scented oil, a few fluffy towels, and place a small basin beneath the water tap. You fill it with hot water, the steam warm against your face and beginning to fog the mirror.

“You’ve been overworking yourself again, Maul.” Sticking the towels and bottle under your arm, you call to your lover and aren’t surprised when you hear him scoff in response. He looks up from the pillow he has under his head when your footfalls approach, and his dour expression turns quizzical.

“What’s this, my dear?” He purrs, his eyes following the basin as you place it down on the bed and then to the bottle that catches the light when you set it on the nightstand. You offer him an enigmatic smile in return, reaching to set the harsh lights of the room to a lower setting. Immediately, the brightness dims to a muted, cozy orange, and when you turn to face Maul, his eyes glow in the low lights.

“Helping you ease. Now lay on your stomach, please.” Tonight must be a blue moon, because Maul once again obeys your tender command with no pushback. He rolls onto his front with a soft grunt, shifting slightly to get comfortable. A small frown tugs at your lips when you can notice the tenseness of his muscles, his back and shoulders visibly tight with stress.

“Oh, Maul...” The murmur escapes you before you can stop it, but before Maul can respond, you’ve soaked one towel into the basin and placed the hot, heavy fabric over Maul’s neck. A makeshift heat compress, the type meant to soothe and treat, Maul sighs when you pat it slightly, loosely molding it to his neck.

“So busy all the time,” You start as you carefully climb up onto the bed, swinging a leg over your lover so that you straddle him at the tops of his thighs. Maul grunts again, hips rutting the bed at the feel of your weight settling on and around him. It must be a blue moon for you too, because that simple action has you half moaning, half sighing and a hot feeling deep in your core.

Perhaps you’ve both been wound a bit tight as of late.

“What’s in the bottle?” Maul asks thickly, his voice muffled slightly by the pillow under his head. You grab it and pop off the top, pouring the thick liquid into your palm. It glows gently, made bioluminescent from the particular plants and scents mixed into the base oil.

“It’s a special massage oil,” You sing-song, as you set aside the bottle and place your hand on his back, “Meant to soothe muscles and whatnot.”

The moment the gooey liquid had hit Maul’s skin, he had tensed at the coolness of it. But as your hands spread it over his back, the movement and heat of his body warmed it and Maul relaxes again. The oil paints Maul glossy, putting a sheen over his crimson and midnight skin that makes you desire him even more. As you work at spreading it over his back and shoulders, a knock at the door sounds.

“Come in!” You call, and a kitchen droid enters pushing a cart of food that you had asked to be taken to your room earlier in the day. They roll the cart next to the bed, and let out a series of beeps. You look over the spread of jogan fruits, honeyed peaches, berries of all sorts, and the selection of chocolate (mostly dark, Maul’s preference) with appreciation. You smile at the droid.

“Thank you.” The droid responds with another series of beeps and as they roll out the door, closing it behind them, you pluck up a red berry and stick it in your mouth. It’s tender flesh is sweet, just as you asked for.

“Fruits and sweets, my dear?” Maul teases, tilting his head so that one of his eyes catches yours, “You are too kind.”

A grin curls up your lips mischievously, and you slide your hands up his back, kneading at his strong shoulders. Maul groans, and you lean in so that your lips just barely brush the curve of his earlobe. 

“Take your pick, my love. I’ve heard the berries are juicy this year.” You coo, nipping Maul’s ear as you pull away. Your husband growls low in his chest, glaring up at you with a single blistering yellow eye. You almost expect Maul to move, but considering how boneless he’s allowed himself to go from the magic you’re working with your fingers, he doesn’t.

By the time you’ve focused on his tense shoulders, Maul’s hips have started to undulate, grinding against the mattress. You’re really fairing no better, failing to resist the urge to tilt your hips and press your core to the thigh muscles beneath you. When Maul lets out a strained groan, both from the pleasure of you kneading his shoulders and the friction on his presumably hardening length, you moan softly.

“Maul.” You only sigh his name, the warmth in your belly sinking low to the apex between your legs. The way you have him like putty beneath your hands, all lax and groaning and purring with pleasure... it makes you feel proud and immensely horny. Here he lies, Maul the Mand’alor, humping the bed like a dog in rut all because you— his wife— have rendered him placid and aroused.

“Does it feel nice?” You ask coyly, eyes heavy lidded, but you already know the answer— Maul shows it with each thrust of his hips against the bed. He must sense your amusement, and his single-eyed glare bores into yours again, his gaze a bit dewy with lust. You’ve reduced your Lord and lover to a groaning, horny mess— much like he does you, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Look at what you do to me.” He hisses, and groans again when you press the balls of your palms deep to the dip of his spine. His spine arches, hips stuttering on a thrust, and you press your palms deep into his back again. He groans even louder, cursing loudly, body stuttering.

“I enjoy it.” You giggle, hands leaving his crimson skin to apply more of the oil to your hands. You intend to continue until he comes without your cunt around his length, but as you’re distracted, Maul takes his chance. In an instant, he pushes off of the bed and you go tumbling to the side. Maul’s lightning quick reflexes both catches you, and flips you so that he’s on top and you lay on your back on the bed.

You didn’t even get the chance to yelp, it all happened so quickly.

Any attempt to struggle is met with a low growl from your lover. Maul straddles your hips and snatches your wrists in an iron grip. You’re panting, eyelids drooping, and relinquishing any control you have left. Maul notices how you go lax and smirks.

“Good choice.” He drawls, slowly and pointedly raising your hands above your head. A warning look in his fiery eyes tells you to keep them put. You do. Lord Maul is not someone to be disobeyed. He leans in close, kissing the jugular vein in your neck, biting lightly at your ear lobe. You whine, squirming beneath him.

“You know better than to attempt to reign over me, dearest.” Maul hisses against the side of your face, body pressed so tightly to yours the warmth of his presence is almost overwhelming. A broken whimper passes your lips when you recognize the swell of his erection against your thigh, the simple touch of it sending shockwaves through your body. Maul shifts to settle himself between your legs, spreading your thighs with his knees. Briefly, his fiery eyes flit down to catch sight of your dripping pussy, and a bestial growl escapes him.

Maul leans in to kiss you passionately, hungrily swallowing at you as if you’re his last meal. You moan lightly into the kiss, tasting the jogan fruit on his tongue, basking in the heat of his mouth. One of his crimson hands scoops under the low of your back, lifting your hips up off the bed, while the other firmly grasps your chin, forcing your eyes to remain on him.

“What a sneaky, little minx you are.” He teases, rolling his hips deliciously slow to grind his cock against your aching core. Maul takes in the reaction it causes in you, how your eyelids flutter, the parting of your lips, the sweet shock of pleasure.

“You guide me to our bed and attempt to dull me with a massage?” He continues, rutting his hips harder, his cock hot and hard against your pussy. You gasp, and Maul swallows it with the deep kiss he steals from your parted lips. When he parts, he grins, “So devious and cruel, my love.”

A breathy laugh passes your lips, and you smile— a tad silly looking— and you meet his molten gaze through heavy-lidded eyelids. Maul’s thumb traces the curve of your chin, then your jaw, then rests on the soft of your cheek.

“Says you.” You giggle, lolling your head into the sheets when Maul places wet kisses to the side of your neck. He digs his fingertips into the flesh of your ass when you continue, “You’re the one that’s cruel, Maul. Not me.”

Maul pulls away harshly, laughing. It’s the thick, rich one that you’ve come to learn means he’s about to do something terrible. He meets your eyes again, his palm still flat over your cheek. Then your lover winks, his eyes blistering, and promises with a wicked grin:

“I’ll show you cruel.” 

[evita-shelby]

Inspired by that boat scene in Marvelous Mrs. Maisel season 2.

Luca is younger here, like maybe in his early twenties.

The Lake

Gif by @bl-ck-sw-n

“Luca?” The young woman came up to him as if he owed her something.

When the other Luca in attendance turned around, she specified, “Audrey’s son, Luca?”

They knew each other in passing, but he’s never actually talked to her.

Their mothers were friends and this holiday was planned for them at this lake resort every time his parents came to the states.

Their cabins are close and he has lost count on the many times he’s seen her forget to close her bedroom window when she changes, but he has never truly met her.

“Yes, I’m Audrey’s son, Luca. And you are?” He knew her name, everyone did, there was no woman here who could compare to Y/N.

Of course, he knew her as Y/N, Silvia’s daughter. And her annoyed scoff let him knew she was not amused.

“Y/N.” she was stunning, never a hair out of place and always dressed in the latest fashion. He could bet one hundred dollars that every girl here would be wearing a wide brimmed straw hat liker hers by tomorrow.

“Doesn’t ring a bell, can you be more specific?” he said finding her irritation much better than her refined façade.

“Silvia’s daughter, Y/N.” she crossed her arms and stared him down despite how short she was. He could tuck her under his chin and yet she looked as tall as him with that glare.

“What can I do for you, Y/N?” he asks taking a new toothpick in his mouth.

He was Audrey’s gangster son, the prodigal son who all the women want because of the danger he supposedly emanates.

“Our mom’s got it in their head that we’d be great together. Mamma won’t shut up about how great you are and this morning implied that the size of your nose means you are well endowed. If we go out on a date she will shut up and let me enjoy the rest of our vacation.” She is direct, doesn’t even blush at the correct assumption her mother made.

Oh, Silvia Lombardo, never change, he thinks as he lets Y/N explain her plan.

“And when is this date, I need at least six hours to get us a good spot in this fucking resort.” He says taking the challenge.

He'll make her change her mind, they all change their mind and before they know it they are sneaking around the resort because they can’t get enough of him.

“Too bad, its right now. We’ll go on a boat ride where they can see us as they gossip and where she can’t have any wiggle room to suggest a second date.” She said grabbing him by the arm like they aren’t practically strangers.

“If someone has to be tossed in the lake, it will have to be you. Mamma will kill me if I ruin this suit.” He says as he lets her guide him to the dock where the life guard gets a boat ready for them.

They sit at opposite ends of the little boat and he takes out the resort’s newsletter he had been reading before was so rudely interrupted.

“Aren’t you going to row?” she asks as she sits there looking pretty.

Too bad she’s determined to dislike him, but he���s enjoying getting her riled up.

Makes the whole thing much more believable.

“No.” he pretends to be engrossed by the inane and dull words of whoever the fuck the resort pays to write this.

They’ll be a Shakespearian play tomorrow evening, maybe once she’s cooled down, he’ll make things worse by taking her out on a real date.

“The guy always rows.” She says as if it would get him to lift the fucking paddle.

Or he’ll take her to a club near here and see if perfect Miss Lombardo is a whore under that expensive summer dresses.

“Not this one, signorina.” He emphasized that by sitting back and flipping the page on the newsletter.

She huffed and Luca thinks the view of irritated Y/N Lombardo enhances the picturesque lake behind her.

“At least say something so it looks like we’re having fun.” She suggests and he tries not to smirk.

“Alessandro Russo wishes to thank all those how were there to say their final goodbyes to his late wife, Guilia.” He reads and tries not to laugh when she throws her head back laughing and giggling like he had made a joke.

“Fuck you, Luca. Read something funny, now people think I’m crazy.” She says with a fake smile as the passengers in the boat near them stared.

“You are. I swear you Lombardos are fucking insane, but your mother is never wrong. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night, wear something nice and tell your mother not to wait up.” He says as he tosses the paper aside and offered the crazy girl in front of him his hand as their boat rode came to an end. “I’ll kiss and you’ll toss me in the lake, your mother will think this is little act is real if you do it.”

“What about your suit?” Y/N asked unaware of his intentions as he pulled her in for kiss.

“You can make it up to me by wearing that red lingerie you had on when you came last week.”

She’s a good kisser, makes him wonder what else she can do with that pretty mouth of hers.

Makes ruining this suit worth it, he thinks as he lets her push him into the water.

“I hope you can swim, signorina.” He says as he takes her down with him.

[saphirered]

Hope you had a wonderful semester and are resting well! Wondering if I could get something for Laudna with a reader snuggling up either her and being extra protective after hearing how she died. Poor spooky girl deserves all the love.

Semester’s stressful but great. Not much for resting yet but boy have I missed writing things other than notes, essays, projects and assignments. Hope this one turned out the way you wanted! Thank you for requesting! 😘

For some reason sleep didn’t find you. Sound awoke you and by some grace or curse you were unable to slip back into the sweet darkness of unconsciousness. You’re still not sure wether to thank or condemn the causation of such given the conversation you overheard. Laudna and Orym had taken watch together. You could hear them talk softly, but even then your awake mind honed in on their conversation wether you wanted to or not. You tried to turn it out, wishing nothing more than to give them their privacy. It’s not your place after all but you couldn’t ignore it either. What you heard made your blood boil, filled your heart with an aura of vengeance. Many things you might want to say, get lost in your head until just sadness and pity remains. She didn’t deserve the shitty hand fate dealt her. Laudna didn’t deserve being at the mercy and whims of circumstance. She deserves so much better. But you can’t tell her that, can you. You don’t want to intrude or ruin the moment so instead you just lay there, back facing them, staring into the night for the next two hours until a small hand shakes you. Time for your shift. 

When Orym woke you up you seemed a bit out of it. Laudna is not one to worry for you because you’ve more than proven yourself. Still she feels some kind of responsibility towards you and a desire to keep you safe like you do the rest of this little group. It’s in that light she worries for you being uncharacteristically out of it. She forces herself to let it be, ask in the morning if it’s still an issue and go to sleep for now until sunrise rudely awakens everyone. Normally she’d sleep like the dead, excuse her terrible pun, but not this time. She sleeps but she sleeps lightly and feels herself being pulled from that unconsciousness by a sound somewhat familiar to her. Shink. Shink. Shink. She turns in the direction of the sound and opens her eyes. There you sit, whetstone in one hand, blade in the other. You inspect the razor sharp edge, run your finger over it, bite the inside of your cheek with a scowl as you continue. The sound returns as you sharpen the blade. You’re so focussed, so purpose driven you don’t even notice Laudna rising from her sleeping spot and finding her way to you. She sits down next to you. The popping of joints seems to do the trick and you look beside you. Your eyes soften when you meet hers. That’s good. 

“You should be sleeping.” You say gently, a crack in that scowl when you look at her shows the warmth Laudna is used to from you, even if it’s clouded. Something she does take some comfort in is the change in your physique. You no longer sit there in a somewhat murderous rage, but instead sit in a focussed anger that slowly wanes as the minutes pass. You don’t speak. Neither does she. It’s comfortable. She might not be the best at reading a person’s thoughts, that’s more Imogen’s thing but despite that she can somewhat decipher what’s going through your head as you go back to sharpening that blade of yours. 

“You overheard, didn’t you?” Laudna asks rhetorically. You know she already knows the answer to that question but you nod anyway. 

“You didn’t deserve any of that.” That rage starts boiling in your stomach again. Your knuckles pale as you hold onto the hilt of your sword tightly. You can see pity in her eyes. She feels sorry for you when she’s the one that suffered wha she did? It’s not right. 

“Not everyone gets what they deserve. For better or for worse.” Laudna breathes as her fingers wrap around yours and unclench your grasp from the sword. She takes the sword from you and puts it down onto the ground in front of the both of you. You chuck the whetstone with it and watch the woman turn over your palm, study the lines and the veins of your wrist and lower arm. The gesture seems to calm you despite what her statement might have instilled within you. Flames of fury are quenched by a nice winter’s cold. Who knew the cool could be so comforting?

“Like the murderer who now speaks to you through your mind?” Laudna smiles at your brief summary. It might not have been a joke but she’ll interpret it as such either way. 

“You have to admit it’s rather ironic. People think her story has ended yet she somehow in some twisted way managed to survive. Though, I don’t think that was intentional and I believe she’s not entirely happy with her predicament. So, small victories?” That brings a smile to your face. Someway Laudna always manages to twist the most horrible of situations into something less gloomy and raise spirits. It’s an admirable skill but one she had to learn to survive and move on; learned under the wrong circumstances. You can’t change the past and neither can she. 

“You’re not wrong.” Another moment of silence follows. Laudna leans her head on your shoulder, squeezing your entangled fingers lightly. You lean back against her, your head against hers as you stare off into the night once more. 

“You know, I’d still offer to hunt the bitch and skin her alive or rather undead, for you? Just say the word.” Not a joke but the both of you manage to laugh at the visual you both share of you trying to skin an incorporeal being. 

“You might have to get creative.”

“I don’t see the problem.” 

“A new sword perhaps?”

“Something magical.” 

“I’m sure we’ll find something nice. I can almost feel her seething already.” Chuckling softly to avoid waking the others your watch is coming to a close. You find yourself just enjoying the moment, and the company. That’s something neither of you would exchange for the world. 

“You know I’d do anything for you, right?” You ask genuinely. 

“As long as you know I’d do the same, without a doubt.” It’s a promise you’ll both uphold, spoken on the first pops of deep purple slowly rising in the sky, the first rays of light following not long after. You’ve got certainty in each other. You’ve got comfort in each other and would go through hell and back again for each other. That damned necromancer better watch out because you’re ready to draw the bitch if it’s what it takes and you especially will take great pleasure in doing so. 

[fruitcoops]

Drop the Gloves

Not Fic O'Ween, but I was really in the mood for some baby Remus and Hope being an excellent mom tonight. Hope you enjoy! SW characters go to @lumosinlove <3

TW for schoolyard bullying, fighting, minor injury

Hope loved her son. He was kind, and funny, and sweet, and brilliantly clever, and still had those squishable little cheeks even at almost ten years old—it was impossible not to love him.

But sometimes…sometimes she questioned his decision-making skills.

“Mr. Lupin,” the principal began, leaning over the desk with his hands folded. “Would you like to explain yourself?”

“He deserved it.”

Hope closed her eyes. Not he started it. Not he was being rude.

He deserved it.

“Remus,” she said quietly. “I think Mr. Delano was asking what happened.”

“Your son hit mine, that’s what happened!” the pinch-faced woman in the opposite chair snapped, pulling the little boy next to her even closer. “Unprovoked!”

“It wasn’t unprovoked!” Remus protested.

“Mr. Lupin—”

“It wasn’t!” Beneath the smudge of a bruise covering his left eye, Remus’ gaze was fiery when he looked to Hope. “Mom, Aiden was being unkind. I asked him to stop and he kept going and then I hit him.”

The principal raised his eyebrows. “So you admit that you hit him?”

“He did,” Aiden whined with a nod of his head. He was significantly bigger than Remus (though that wasn’t saying much), and yet he still shifted away when Remus whipped around to face him.

“And I’d do it again!”

“Remus!” Hope scolded, turning him back to face her with a finger under his chin. “Remus John Lupin, that is unacceptable behavior.”

“But mom—”

She held her index finger up and he fell silent with a petulant pout. “We do not solve problems by hitting people, Remus. I don’t know what possessed you to think that was a good idea, but we’re going to have a further conversation at dinner tonight with Dad, alright?”

“A further conversation?” Aiden’s mother seethed. “Just look at my son’s face!”

“Look at mine!” Hope countered. She had to admit, Remus’ scowl made his black eye look quite a bit more intimidating than the swelling near Aiden’s nose. For a scrawny kid, he could pack a punch.

“Alright, I think we’re done here,” Principal Delano sighed. “Thank you both for coming in today. Remus will serve two weeks of detention for injuring another student. I expect better behavior from both of you in the future.”

Hope stared at him. “I beg your pardon?”

“I think he was quite clear,” Aiden’s mother said frostily.

“You’re not even going to let Remus explain? Or punish Aiden as well for hitting him back?”

Principal Delano shrugged. “Aiden was defending himself.”

“He wasn’t!” Remus interrupted before Hope could speak, clutching the arms of the chair. “Aiden was calling Lucy really horrible names and then he hit me after I told him to stop!”

Aiden’s cheeks flushed. “That’s not true—”

“Don’t be a liar—”

“I’m not a liar!” Aiden wailed.

“You were saying bad words to her!” Remus hollered back, just as loud.

“That’s enough!” The boom of the principal’s voice sent all of them into silence. “Remus, two weeks of detention. Aiden, five days of no recess.”

“Five days?” Hope and Aiden’s mother exclaimed at the same time with wildly different tones of voice.

Principal Delano took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mrs. Jones, it is undeniable that Aiden did, in fact, injure another student. Mrs. Lupin, seeing as your son was the instigator—”

“Have you asked Lucy what happened?” Hope asked. “Considering she’s the one who was apparently being bullied by Aiden in the first place.”

He shook his head. “Let’s not make this any more complex than it has to be.”

“My son isn’t a liar,” she continued, keeping her voice as steady as she could make it. In her periphery, she saw Remus look up in surprise. “Anyone who knows him knows that he is kind to everyone. It’s entirely unbelievable to me that Remus would hit another student unprovoked and then lie about the cause when he already knew he would be punished. He was wrong to resort to physical action but I am appalled by your lack of fairness and attention to the truth, Principal Delano.”

The room was quiet for a moment before he exhaled through his nose. “One and a half weeks of detention for both of the boys for fighting on the playground. That much is undeniable. Thank you for your time.”

Hope kept a hand between Remus’ shoulder blades as he grabbed his backpack and guided him toward the hallway with a bitter tang in her mouth. “Keep your son in line,” Aiden’s mother hissed as the principal’s door closed behind them.

“I could say the same to you,” Hope answered coolly. “At least mine isn’t a bully.”

The cold autumn air outside was a balm on the embers of her fury; unfortunately, the tough part wasn’t over. She waited in the driver’s seat without turning the car on as Remus fiddled with the cuffs of his coat, sneaking glances at her every few seconds. “You’re mad at me,” he finally said, hiding under his floppy bangs.

“I’m not mad. We don’t hit people outside of hockey, Remus.”

“I know.”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“He kept calling her names, even after we told him to stop.” He sniffled, rubbing his forearm under his red nose. “An’—an’ so I yelled at him, but he pushed me, so I punched him in the nose.”

She reached over to smooth the front of his hair out of the way and trail a thumb over his bruised cheekbone. It was hot to the touch and swelling fast. “And then he hit you?”

Remus nodded. “And then I hit him again. It was kind of a lot, to be honest. I think I skinned my knee on the concrete.”

Hope sighed and started the car, pulling out of the parking lot and down the familiar route back to their house. “I’m not going to appeal that detention, because fighting is not allowed, but I’m sorry Principal Delano didn’t listen to you. And I’m sorry you felt like you had to hit Aiden in the first place.”

“He was being so mean. I don’t understand why people say those kinds of things.” He chanced a look at her again before clenching his hands around his sleeves again. “I don’t regret it, mom. Lucy’s my friend.”

“I know, baby.” She kept her eyes on the road and reached over to ruffle his hair. “You’ve got all this justice and nowhere to put it, huh?”

“It got me in trouble.”

“Sometimes justice gets us in trouble,” she agreed. “And that’s really tough to deal with. Next time, try and find a way to beat him without throwing a punch, okay? More people listen if you talk to them.”

“Aiden doesn’t listen.”

“Well, then you talk a little louder. God knows you’ve got a set of lungs in there somewhere.”

He looked at her in suspicion. “Are you telling me to yell?”

“I said no such thing,” she answered with a wink, pulling into the driveway. “Come on, let’s get you some ice for that battle scar.”

Remus slung his backpack over his shoulder once the car was off and began trudging through the thick banks of fallen leaves coating the sidewalk, but Hope reached out and caught his shoulder just before the base of the stairs; he melted into her hug with a hitching breath. “I was so mad,” he said thickly.

She pressed a kiss to the top of his head and rubbed some warmth into his back. “I know, love, I’m sorry.”

“She’s my friend and then nobody would listen and my eye hurts really bad,” he hiccupped, balling his fists in the thick wool of her coat. “I’m still angry.”

“It’s okay to still be angry, Remus.” He sniffled again and she knelt, digging a crumpled tissue out of her pocket to dry his tears and the snot from his nose. Alright, Lupin, time for a Mom Moment. “Things like that happen sometimes. I am so beyond proud of you for standing up for Lucy when she needed help. Hitting him wasn’t the best choice, but everything leading up to that was very mature. The most important thing is knowing that you won’t be angry about this forever.”

He swallowed hard and nodded, bending for one more hug before following her up to the house. “Thanks for coming to get me.”

“Well, it’s not every day I get to show up because my kid got in a rumble at school,” she teased. “Let’s get some soup in you and some ice on you, slugger.”

Remus offered a mischievous grin as he kicked his shoes off. Little menace, she thought with no small amount of pride. “It was a pretty good punch, huh?”

“Good enough to get you two weeks of detention that you get to explain to your father when he gets home.”

[karlyanalora]

Conversationalist Obi-Wan 🤣

Obi-Wan rambles in his sick state.

Obi-Wan does not get sick often. It was probably for the good of the galaxy that this was the case. But when he was about to get sick, the rest of the universe had plenty of warning.

Which meant Anakin had plenty of time to arrange a visit to The Negotiator right before Obi-Wan came down with a nasty cold. The only downside was that Anakin could only stay for a day and thus would miss most of the entertainment.

Threepwood was all too ready to take a break when Anakin waltzed into the medbay.

“Hello, Master!”

Obi-Wan’s face split into a loopy grin as he tried to get up but ran into the bedrail instead. “Anakin!”

Anakin smiles. These were the times he lived for as a padawan. “How are you feeling Master?”

Obi-Wan slumped back in his bed, head plopping into his hand with a look of pure unbelieving shock that you’d see on a teenage girl presented with a fashion faux pas.

“Horrible, Anakin, I mean I have never felt so terrible in my entire life! I’m sure I’m dying.”

Anakin grinned. “Oh really?”

“Yes! I mean, maybe I’ve felt worse. Like that time Dooku zapped me with Sith lighting.” Obi-Wan’s face morphed into pure disgust and fury. “Dooku! Ooo, I want to wring his skinny neck! How dare he chop your hand off! He is a horrible Master, horrible…” Obi-Wan petered off his face turning into pure horror.

“What if I’m a horrible Master?” he whispered.

And before Anakin could say anything to the contrary, the waterworks started.

“Oh, Anakin, I’m so sorry! I know I can come off as critical, but that’s only because I love you. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. You are my precious baby brother and I know I was nowhere ready to take you on as a Padawan and can you ever forgive me…?”

Anakin was now uncomfortably aware of the other patients trying not to stare at them. And of course, Ahsoka chose that moment to walk in and lean smugly against the wall.

“Ahsoka…”

She shook her head, smiling. “Nu-uh, Skyguy. I’m going to hear all your embarrassing padawan stories. Every last one of them.”

Obi-Wan blinked. “Embarrassing stories, eh? Well, I’ve got quite a few. Though I’m not sure who was more embarrassed. Anakin was the worst padawan ever, always speaking out of turn. Never knew when to shut up!”

That rankled Anakin. “Now, Master, I think that might be a bit harsh…”

“‘A bit harsh?’! Anakin, you would do it all the time. In every meeting I ever had, you would do something rude, whether speaking out of turn or pulling the other padawans braid.”

“But his braid was on the wrong side, Master!”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him and turned back to Ahsoka. “He was constantly pushing my buttons. He was the most belligerent youngling ever to walk the Temple halls. Constantly arguing over every little thing. Never listening to me. Refusing to talk to me. He actually bit me once when I tried to hug him.” Obi-Wan paused thoughtfully, “Though to be honest that time I looked like I was preparing to hug an urchin.” Obi-Wan smiled brightly. “It doesn’t matter now; he has a padawan just like him.”

Anakin burst out laughing at Ahsoka’s offended face.

“Don’t look so offended. Just...so...you know,” he spluttered out, “he won’t remember any of this once he feels better.”

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Satine received a comm call from Obi-Wan in the middle of the night. Whatever her fears were, they were quickly soothed despite Obi-Wan’s words.

“Satine, I think I’m dying.”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Obi, you don’t sound like you’re dying.”

“But I am! And I have so much to tell you!”

“Like what?”

“You’re headdress makes you look like a fathead. And believe me, your head is big enough without it.”

“Obi-Wan!” Satine protested.

But Obi-Wan was on a roll.

“I think you would look better with a tiara, something small, silver perhaps to accent the soft golden waves. Oh, how I wish I could run my hands through it one last time! Alas, all beautiful things must come to an end. Even I!”

He quickly switched gears. “What do you call a female Mandalorian? Girlorians? How do Death Watch people see everything? Do they turn their heads? Do they have sensors in the back of their helmets? Also, I wasn’t aware you had a sister. I mean I know for a fact that Korkie isn’t mine, despite what the rumor mill says. I wasn’t aware you had another boyfriend besides myself.”

“Now, now, Obi-Wan, you decided to remain a Jedi…”

“Oh, that’s right. The universe needs me even more than you do, my love. Now what to do about that other boyfriend...you don’t happen to have a sister, do you?”

“Goodnight, Obi-Wan. I hope you feel better in the morning.”

“‘Better?’ I feel wonderful!”

“I thought you said you were dying.”

“Oh, yes. That’s right. Thank you for reminding me. What would I do without your loving reminders to die?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what do you really mean, Satine?” he said in a dreamy voice.

“I really mean that I have to go now.”

“And so must I, from this life into the next. May my Forced ghost forever haunt you dreams…”

Another voice could be heard. “Master, I wasn’t aware that was how the Force worked.

“Anakin!”

And that is when Satine hung up.

[whumpzone]

Tomas and Rowe Interval: Clumsy

this is unbelievably self-indulgent because i swear i have written variations of this scene about 100000 times but who CARES! such is the joy of writing. i fell on my keyboard and this appeared so im posting it

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Master was working on a big project. Had been for almost a week, now. He spent most of the daytime holed up in his office, and Rowe had taken it upon himself to make him cups of tea throughout the day. It was to please his Master, of course, and keep him calm. A stressed out Master often came up with particularly sadistic ways of letting off steam.

But Master never seemed too stressed when Rowe disturbed him. Every time Rowe knocked on the door and Master saw the mug in his hand, his face just lit up. Like he was surprised by it every time. Rowe had to admit that seeing his Master so happy made him feel happy. Master was always so kind to him, even though just because Rowe was bringing him tea, he was still troubling Master with his useless self.

"Rowe! Thank you so much!" he would say. And then, "Did you make one for yourself?" or "Here, have a biscuit. Dip it in your tea like this." or "Thanks for coming up, pal. Breaks up my boring day, seeing you."

It made Rowe feel good. He was making Master Tomas happy. He was being useful. At the end of every day Master would slope downstairs, giving Rowe a tired smile and stretching until his joints cracked.

Master’s house was warm, and Rowe’s bare feet made little noise as he padded forward to kneel at Master’s feet, to beg for Master to let him eat that night.

"Rowe- please, please pal, you don’t have to beg."

You always say that! thought Rowe, not budging from his submissive position on the floor. But I will, Master. Because I’m good. To show you that I can be a well-trained Pet.

Master didn’t seem to expect much of Rowe, he had realised. Rowe wasn’t surprised- he had been tossed out, after all- but he always did his best to prove to Master Tomas that he knew how to behave.

Rowe sometimes wondered if Master had wanted a disobedient Pet, to have the fun of breaking them again, but then if he wanted to hurt and break Rowe he could anyway. Master could do as he pleased, and Rowe was certainly far from a perfect Pet. In fact, he messed up all the time, but Master hardly seemed to notice. It confused him to no end.

"Of course you can eat, pal" Master said, and Rowe’s chest lifted with relief. He had done enough- he had been obedient, and useful, and Master was pleased with him. He was allowed to eat.

Dinner with Master Tomas was still incomprehensible, but Rowe thought he liked it. Master let him sit at the table, and eat when he ate, and he gave him proper food! Food that was warm and tasty and good enough for Master, since he always ate the same. Rowe promised himself he wouldn’t let it go to his head. He was still only a Pet, after all.

After, Rowe washed up. He liked it- it was simple, and easy to do correctly. That was- until his hands, slippery with soap, lost their grip on a plate and sent it crashing to the floor. The smash was sickeningly loud.

Rowe’s eyes widened as he stared at the shards scattered across the floor. He started trembling, all his training flashing before him. He was so bad. He had broken one of Master’s things. Breaking something of Master’s meant being punished. It meant being hurt and bleeding and sobbing for forgiveness that never came because how could such a useless, insolent Pet ever earn mercy?

He saw Master approaching him and backed away before he even realised what he was doing (trying to get away- that was an extra punishment), and time seemed to slow down as Master’s face twisted from mere surprise into something much worse. And then he was rushing towards Rowe and grabbing him roughly, swinging him off the ground and pinning him to his chest. Rowe cried out in fear- it had all happened so fast!- and went limp in Master’s arms.

. . .

"Whoa, there," Tomas breathed, hoisting Rowe off the floor and away from the sharp pieces of ceramic. "I’m sorry for grabbing you, pal. You were about to step right on it and your feet are bare."

Rowe didn’t reply, which didn’t surprise him. It unnerved Tomas every time he felt Rowe go pliable against him, even though he knew he couldn’t help it. He had who-knew-how-many years of training under his belt, all telling him that if he slipped up, made any mistake at all, he’d be beaten until he’d learnt his lesson.

It made his heart ache, to think about it. That for Rowe, one little plate was worth more than him. Master’s possessions are not to be broken- unless that possession is a human being.

He sat down on the armrest of the sofa, Rowe still held tightly against him- too tightly, Tomas suddenly thought. What he could interpret as comforting Rowe would certainly interpret as entrapment.

"You’re okay, you’re okay," Tomas said, gently lowering Rowe’s skinny legs to the floor. Rowe collapsed to his knees, about to scramble away but then seeming to realise that that would only get him into more trouble. Or so he thought. Tomas wished he could snap his fingers and make Rowe’s conditioning melt away.

"I’m s-s-sorry M-Master, I’m s-so-orry p-p-please f-f-forgive me," he whimpered, tripping over every word and shaking like a leaf. "I w-won’t d-d-d-do it again I p-promise, I-I.. I-"

"It’s okay, it’s okay," Tomas soothed. "Shhh."

Rowe fell silent immediately, and Tomas kicked himself, because of course he would. He realised Rowe was crying, big fat tears sliding down his cheeks, and he was clearly doing everything to not make a sound.

"I mean- you can cry. You can speak. But you don’t have to beg."

Rowe sobbed miserably. No begging meant he just had a very scared Pet kneeling before him, waiting for his punishment. God, he wasn’t very good at this. How do you get through to someone who associates the smallest accident with unimaginable pain? Try to use language he can understand, I guess.

"Did you mean to smash the plate?" he asked gently. Rowe’s eyes widened and he flinched violently.

''No! No, n-n-no M-Master please no I d-didn’t, I didn’t I swear, I sw-wear please b-b-believe me, I w-wouldn’t-"

"I believe you," he said. "I believe you. So it was an accident, yes?" Rowe nodded, swallowing thickly through his panic. "Can you say that back to me, pal?"

"It was- was an- an accident, M-Master."

"Okay. I don’t punish accidents." I don’t punish, full stop. "It wasn’t your fault, so you haven’t done anything rude, or naughty, or bad. Okay?"

"B-But the plate…"

"It’s just a plate. I have plenty more."

He could see Rowe slowly working this out. It must be hard, hearing something that went so entirely against everything he knew.

"Just a plate," Rowe murmured.

"Exactly, pal."

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[prose-for-hire]

The opposite of weird

Pairing: Buffy Summers x fem!reader

Request: Could you please write a buffy x reader story set in season three where when Buffy and Faith start hanging out the reader gets jealous and keeps making digs about Faith which Buffy eventually calls her on and the reader admits she has a crush on Buffy?

Requested by: Anon

You had loved Buffy slowly. It had creeped up on you gradually, but now it had you in a chokehold. Your feelings, that is. You didn’t realise it was happening until it was too late. Now you were consumed by her. Completely and irretrievably in love.

You were close friends, you had been through a lot together. The Master. Angelus. History Class.

You always spent time alone together, often you offered to patrol just to spend more time with her. You could handle yourself and she liked the company, so she always happily agreed.

Something you didn’t know was that she harboured a crush on you. It was small, but definitely there. She valued your friendship more than anything though and tried to stay close to you without anything having to change.

She thought about kissing you a lot when you spoke and she admired the way you appeared so confident in yourself when she sometimes doubted certain things about herself. She didn’t realise that you had plenty of doubts too.

Especially when it came to her. You were working up the courage to tell her. To explain how deeply you felt. How your passion burned brighter than the sun, the moon and perhaps even all the stars. But you were working on telling her something that was slightly less of a massive cliché.

You and Buffy would usually spend a lot more time together. That was, until she came along. The giant stake in your neck that was Faith. She had just run in and taken up all of Buffy’s free time.

Now they patrolled together when you used to be her first pick. They went dancing at the Bronze when you never had the courage to ask her to come with you alone. They even trained together.

When you thought of Buffy in her cute tank top all sweaty…

Well, perhaps you should stop thinking so much about that and more about how to solve a problem like Faith. She was everything you wished you were, confident in herself. Not putting on a front like you often did. She was strong where you weren’t and she could snatch Buffy’s attention at any given moment. Not to mention she was very attractive and although you were as well (especially to Buffy) you couldn’t help comparing yourself.

That night, you all went to the Bronze and, of course, Faith was there. You couldn’t hide your bad mood, brought along by your insecurity. You knew Buffy’s time was hers and it really upset you.

You and Willow sat at a table with Xander as Faith ran straight into the crowd of dancers. Buffy stood beside the table and watched as you stared at Faith, watching the way she would move on the dancefloor. Buffy decided, seeing as that was where your attention seemed to be she would join Faith too. Perhaps some dancing might make you look at her again.

“She’s always showing off” You roll your eyes and were surprised when Willow nodded in agreement. You wondered what she had against Faith. You really hoped she wasn’t crushing on Buffy too, you didn’t need all of this competition. You swore everyone that had come out tonight had some sort of affection for Buffy and it was driving you mad.

Xander had barely picked his jaw up from the floor after watching Faith dancing wildly on the dancefloor. Hopefully, he was distracted from Buffy at least.

Buffy didn’t understand why you had grown so distant with her recently. She was really starting to like you and it made her ache when your attention appeared to be elsewhere. She even spent some time with Faith trying to figure out what it was that she had that you liked.

When Buffy came back to the table, she brought you a drink. Your favourite drink. You smiled and thanked her and she just shrugged as if it was no big deal. But she had gone out of her way on purpose just for you. She had always wanted to buy you a drink she was just unsure if you would accept it in a romantic way.

Faith came back and told Buffy she was just warming some men up for her on the dancefloor although she assured the table that she could handle them herself as Xander’s face perked up. It made you scowl. Buffy actually said no, that she was happy sitting at the table for a while and she would catch the next song. The real reason was that she just wanted to be with you, but she was concerned when she noticed that your attention had been on Faith all night. You had been acting really strange.

When Faith walked off you couldn’t help yourself, “She’s totally just lying for attention” You muttered which was the last straw. You weren’t usually this vocal and you definitely weren’t usually so rude for absolutely no reason. Buffy grabbed by the wrist and pulled you into a quieter corner of the Bronze.

You wouldn’t dance, you wouldn’t barely talk unless it was about Faith and now you were being mean. One of the things she liked about you was that you usually accepted pretty much anyone so long as they weren’t hurting people. But not today apparently. It felt wrong to her.

“Y/n, what’s going on? You’re being… weird”

“Me? Weird?!”  You looked affronted, and you could feel yourself completely overcompensating, “I’m the opposite of weird, I’m-I’m- what’s the opposite of weird?”

“Willow’s not here so, we’ll probably never know” Buffy shrugged but that look was still in her eye. She was waiting for the truth. And neither of you were going to leave until she got it.

“I’m just missing you, that’s all…” You said, this time sincerely and she could tell. She frowned, she really didn’t understand how you could miss her. She saw you literally everyday.

I mean sure, she would like to spend all of her time with you too but she was a little confused that this was the way you were explaining yourself.

“Go on” She said, raising an eyebrow to get you to elaborate.

“I miss you all the time, Buff. Ever since Faith came around you dropped me like I’m some… some dusty vampire”

“That’s-” Buffy tried to cut in and tell you this just wasn’t true but you had started to build up your courage as you spoke and so you started blurting everything out. And I mean, everything.

“-and it’s not fair because I love you. I spend every waking moment wishing I was with you, like alone with you. You make my heart beat so fast and I just want to hug you and kiss your beautiful face! You’re so pretty, Buffy – I mean it. You’re also just so strong, not just, like, superstrength strong, I mean you’re out here everyday with all of this courage and-”

“Y/n-”

“And I miss being your training partner, you look so hot when you’re all sw-” You cut yourself off (finally) and your eyes widened as you realised you had started to say perhaps too much about why you had always been first to volunteer to help Buffy train. But when you looked back at her you saw her smiling and then giggling. Before she had to hold her stomach she was laughing so much.

You smiled, but you weren’t sure what this meant. You were slightly alarmed that you had just basically said everything. Without planning it.

“That’s what’s wrong? That’s why Faith is suddenly enemy number one?” She held off her giggles as she tried to be serious for you. You nodded and looked at the ground. The anxiety now setting in as she hadn’t acknowledged everything you had said.

You nodded softly, staring at your hands which were now fidgeting uncomfortably. Until she stilled them with hers. She had stepped towards you, her eyes trained only on you. The rest was just background noise. You felt like you were the only people in that room as she leant in, her lips pressed against yours. It was fleeting and sweet and it didn’t last nearly long enough.

“Y/n, I love you too. Faith’s my friend but you’re my girlfriend… or I’d like you to be, if that’s okay with you?”

You just nodded again, you had said enough words already tonight and you didn’t think you had anymore left. Everything had just poured out at once. Of course you wanted to be her girlfriend. You leaned in again, this time her lips allowing you to deepen the kiss. Her hand slid to rest on your waist, the other from the side of your neck to cup your cheek.

You spent the rest of the evening like that, showing your affection rather than hiding behind insecurity and anxiety over the other’s thoughts or intentions. This kiss slow, sensual as every feeling poured between you that you had yet to explore. Your fingers weaved between the soft strands of her hair as she traced her mouth against yours.

You promised each other, after that day, to always be honest with each other. And to make sure that nobody, imaginary threats or otherwise, could ever get in the way of your love again.

[hunterscoffee]

Masked Crush

Oneshot Masterlist Din Djarin/The Mandolorian x Reader Warnings: angst, violence, the usual sw stuff Word Count: 1.6k A/N: Tell me if you want a sequel/part two.

He was laughing on the inside, he really was. He had never seen your face, your body and he knew nothing about you. What colour were your eyes? Your lips? Your skin? What did your voice sound like without the modulator in its way. Even though he had never seen you, he was in love with you. The way your beskar curved over your chest, the rasp of your laugh through the helmet, your impulsiveness and most of all, no matter how closed off you seemed to others you were so open and caring to him and the child. Whenever he realised he didn’t know who you were beneath the armour he got the unhappily reminder that you didn’t know who he was either or what he looked like, to be frank he sometimes forgot who he was too.

Din’s latest reminder of his crush on you was when you had breathed a heavy sigh, one that the modulator picked up. He just cocked his helmet at you like your breath of relief was a massive insult to his flying. And as if you were reading his mind.

“That was an insult to your flying, we nearly died!” you clarified to him. He breathed his own sigh, but his of frustration and slight anger.

“I saved our asses,” he bit out, “not my fault the New Republic dropped out of nowhere.”

“It was New Republic space,” you reminded him, he could only guess what your expression looked like right now, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly quirked in the corner, eyes shining with amusement at how defensive he was acting.

What he did know of you was very little to go off, he knew that you had joined the clan when you were 13 by your own choice and you were born on Mandalore during the Clone Wars. And of course he knew of your reputation as a bounty hunter and he had witnessed your skill.

“You also did a shit job of trying to fix it,” you unhelpfully commented.

“Thanks,” he grumbled.

“Do you know the name of this super special Mandalorian?” you asked, abruptly changing the subject.

“No.” he said, you groaned at his unhelpful answer.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself. "I'm going to get some rest." 

You must have fallen asleep because you woke to the Razor Crest beeping out an orchestra of warning sounds and the ship herself rattling as you essentially fell to the planet's surface. Din was grabbing her controls with what must be a white knuckled grip. If all that wasn't enough a woman's voice was echoing through the coms warning your partner that you were coming in too fast. 

"Holy shit," you breathed as you took it all in, powerless to do anything except watch and hold the child. Out of some miracle he managed to land the ship, on the platform, perfectly. But of course that didn't last long. Razor Crest tipped over the edge and plummeted into the water surrounding the platform. 

"Fuck." that's all Din said, that was it. 

"I'm flying next time," you growled. 

"No, your kiffin' not," he snapped at your blatant rudeness. 

"Mando look at the fucking transparasteel, you can't see see shit out of it, no to mention the state the metal alloy." you bit back, he huffed, chucking a few credits at the Mon Calamari by the spaceport and asking him to fix her the best he could, which to be honest couldn’t be that good by the looks of her.. You were too busy staring at the ship to realise he, the child and the frog lady had walked off, happily enough you got there in time to watch the reunion of the frog lady and the frog gentleman, it warmed your heart, just the joy you needed after such a shit day. In return for her passage the frog couple took you and Din to an Inn not far from the port and mostly filled with amphibious species. Just as you sat down a Mon Calamari approached you, asking what you wanted to eat and as quick as ever Din had just very coolly slid some credits across the table.

“Chowder and… information.” you would have killed to see his face when he said that, just his tone of voice sent shivers of arousal down your back.

As Din and the Calamari spoke you watched the kid and his chowder with jealous and hungry eyes, your stomach rumbled as if to acknowledge your hunger.

“Maker, I’m starving,” you murmured, not loud enough for the voice modulator to pick it up. Suddenly part of the child’s dinner launched itself at him, the baby let out a startled gurgle that turned to scared baby language. You pulled the dagger you had strapped to your thigh and slid it into the edible creature, then greedily watched as it fell into the bowl of probably disgusting chowder. What drew your attention from the child’s meal was a Quarren walking with loose shoulders towards you. 

“You seek others of your kind?” he asked, his tone rough like someone who’d been hardened over the years.

“Have you seen them?” Din asked, overly curious.

“Aye, I can bring you to them,” he added, then he started chuckling and your blood ran cold with fear and adrenaline. 

“Where.”

“Only a few hours sail, it’ll cost you though,” he added, getting up from the table. Without even consulting you Din slid even more credit across the table as if you weren’t broke enough.

“When do we leave?”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” you scolded under your breath to him, “You’ve put the child, me and yourself in danger.”

“You didn’t have to come,” he scoffed, though he had badly wanted you to come.

“And let you get killed, I think not,” you huffed, glancing over to the child’s cot. Your little conversation was interrupted when a shipmate came to stand beside you.

“Ever seen a mamacore eat?” he asked, you blinked, “Quite a sight, child might take an interest.” as if on cue you glanced over to the baby, he had his chin tilted up so he could watch his father. “You should come over, take a look.” the Quarren invited, Din hesitantly pushed himself away from the banner and followed the alien to the hatch in the middle of the ship.

You had seen Jedi, heard stories of how they could predict the future, get feelings about what was about to happen. You weren’t force sensitive but you had a devastatingly bad feeling about what was about to happen. You were right. It happened in seconds, the hatch door slid open and the crew fed the beast, the Quarren that had led you there began blabbering on about feeding the thing and then with the end of his staff the bastard knocked the child’s crate into the hatch and Din, without a thought dived in after him.

“Close the gate!” the alien shouted, the sudden shocked expression you wore turned quickly into a scowl.

“Demagolka,” you growled, planting your feet on the ground as you drew both guns. The hatch finished closing, and you shot your first victim, you had barely three dead when three beskar armoured individuals landed on the ship, the painting they wore was familiar but you couldn’t quite place it, no room for it, you were too worried about Din and the child. You had no choice but to put your faith in the strangers, taking off in the sprint to the control panels, trying to get there as fast as humanly possible, without hesitating shooting the Quarren that stood there. 

“Maker, which one? Which one?” you tried to picture how the shipmen had opened and shut it, then without time to think you grabbed the leaver and pulled back. To your utter relief the gate slid open, you moved quickly to the edge of the hatch, reaching your hand down as Din came back up. With all of your strength you pulled him out of the water quickly. “Shit, Mando, are you okay?” you didn’t let go of his hand, he couldn’t see it but your eyes were wide with worry.

“The child,” he gasped out. One of the other Mandalorians dove into the water only to emerge seconds later with the child. Both you and Din breathed a sigh of relief as the child as child was placed back into Din’s hands. But, your partner's somewhat relaxed demeanor was cut off when the ‘leader’ removed her helmet and you were met with a face you never thought you’d see again.

"You're not Mandalor-" Din started before you cut him off curtly. 

“Clan Kryze,” you spat out, so much uncontrollable venom in your voice. Her head snapped to you. You placed two hands on either side of your helmet then smoothly pulled it off.

“Y/N?” she whispered.

“Bo-Katan,” you had no room in your heart for pleasantries.

“Ad’ika please,” she started.

"Please what, mother?" you growled. Mother? Din nearly coughed in shock, then he saw your face, gone was the sarcastic, but kind Mandalorian Din knew and in its place was the living image of anger, grief and sadness. He wanted so badly to reach out and pull you into his arms, try to comfort you. Then he suddenly remembered the code, you had broken the code. 

"Give me the child, I'm going to see if I can help with the ship," your voice softened when you spoke to Din, then hardened again when you turned to your… Mother? "If you so much as follow me I'll kill you." that wasn't a threat, it was a promise. Without another word you picked the child up and cradled him in your arms then ignited the jetpack on your back, and left Bo-Katan with tears in her eyes.