#can finally mark this as done smh

[peachygifs]

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[saytrrose]

Can we see More about your racing AU please?

Looks so amazing and i love It so much

I do suppose I could share the character design line up!

I really just need to finish designing all the go karts, (atleast most are done!) and then I can make proper cards for them and really get into the written details.

To be honest it’s a little hard to just ramble about info and details without specific questions to go off of, so I’ll try my best hhh

for starters, the tent? Not a tent!

It’s actually a stadium, the amazing digital race!

And rooms? Sort of tweaked, they are more like each character owns a personal garage, a large open space where they store their vehicles and then have a loft above that showcases their cozy safe havens. Bed, entertainment, basically a small room in a much larger one.

I haven’t revealed Ragatha, Zooble or Gangles karts yet but I’ll go ahead and just talk about all of them!

Caine:

Caine has a motorcycle, specifically one inspired off of the motorcycle I’m saving up for this summer, a Kawasaki Eliminator. It’s a cruiser, I’m thinking he has a 600cc model but considering Bubble is his right hand man and operates as the races pit crew- he’s definitely tinkered with Caines bike, making adjustments and improving the engine. God only knows what the little psycho did, but it’s a damn good bike that’s not supposed to rev as loud as it does.

Pomni:

Her kart is inspired off a Volkswagen Beetle, seemed very VERY Pomni to me. Her car mimics her outfit design a lot, I might do some color changes to be honest but it will be super minimal, it’ll be final when the cards are done! She definitely stops at the pit the most often despite her placement in a race, are my tires okay?? Do I need my oil?? I know you just filled it but it went down- is anything damaged?? Sweetie you did one lap..

Jax:

Jesus Christ he has a giant supercharger on the hood of his car, and he is absolutely one of those annoying mfs that reva their engine OBNOXIOUSLY loud all the time like he’s super cool. If you’re wondering who most of the skid marks on the track are from, that’s also Jax. Hes the best as drifting, and he loves to show that off. His car isn’t based too much on an actual vehicle?? I stared at Mario karts and pieced it together, but also gave it a very sports car look, the wing on the back fr fr I think Jax would dig that.

Kinger:

OHHSOSK I was so creative with his little wagon,,, it’s castle shaped!! And the best part? Operates like a rocket. In the back past the battlement (the crown looking thing you see atop castle pillars) ARE GIANT exhaust pipes and yes, they do spit fire !! Operates like a rocket. It’s very cool! (Also he has a great muffler because unlike Jax he’s considerate of others hearing 💔) Oh also, he has one of those silly horns, I forgot how to describe it but you can just look at how I drew it on his kart and you’ll know heheh!

Zooble:

Our second motorcyclist, owns a trike! If you don’t know what that is, picture a bike with training wheels but super badass. 3 wheels! It’s inspired off the Harley Davidson freewheeler, I like that design a lot but it’s def not actually a Harley because istg when you buy those bikes your just paying for the fancy name brand- expect it to be in the shop all the time, smh not good- BUT ANYWAY!! The looks are inspired off it though and I can’t wait for this one because it’s just as crazy kooky as Zoobles design is.

Gangle:

Her kart is based on my favorite car, classic style but not too cool because you can bet she has anime stickers on the back and a decal that says “please let me merge before I start crying.” It’s similar to a karmann ghia convertible, 1963. Cherry red (so so pretty) She always has the top down, unless competing because damn you gotta go fast. That car itself is really slow, top speed normally is 68mph, however people have modified them enough to get up to 120mph. Thats still pretty slow compared to others, but her kart only reflects the appearance of the ghia! It’s much faster and I assume Bubble works on all their vehicles if asked to.

Lastly, Ragatha:

Our 3rd motorcyclist. 4 Karts, 3 cyclists. Her bike is a futuristic style, if you want a good idea then look up “icare bike”! Not so much a straight forward posture, she leans over ofc, you’ll likely get the idea when you see her bike. I’ll be honest, I haven’t gotten too into her design yet because I haven’t started drawing but!! Dark blue leds,, everywhere yes yes so cool ❤️

Sorry that’s so much 😭 but yeah! Just need to finish 3 kart designs for you guys and I can make official ref cards 👀

[skruttet]

What are your thoughts on Moominvalley's comet special?

I talked a little about it in this other ask response, but overall I was disappointed. I think it's quite telling that the part of it that made me the most emotional was the opening credits 😅

Someone else said it was "underwhelming" and I think that's a good descriptor for it. The rest of the season as a whole already didn't really feel final enough to me, and you'd expect the finale to make up for that and give you that big feeling of wrapping up the whole series in a satisfying way, but it just didn't hit that mark for me.

The actual journey in the first half just wasn't as epic and exciting as I was hoping it'd be, and I think that's partially due to them using elements from Comet in previous episodes so they didn't wanna reuse them again, like the stilts (though surely they could've brought them back...). The cave Moomintroll and Snufkin end up in also feels like a missed opportunity - it's such a beautiful setting, but all they do there is panic, then see the Hemulen, then he leads them out. Idk what exactly they could've done instead, but surely there was something interesting the writers could've come up with to utilise that space more.

The way Snufkin brought up the sun oil was so awkward and forced; I know it was to establish it so that Sniff could have his whole stinky salesman arc in the latter half, but it's really weird how he explains its origin to his friends again even though all of them apart from Snork were there in Fire Spirit! Speaking of, that was a real step down for Sniff, and I would've preferred him to have an arc surrounding the kitten instead. Maybe he spends the time trying to gain its trust or something, and then at the end, finally manages to do so and rescues it to bring it back to the cave.

And speaking of the cave, I didn't like that change, either (honestly I just think I disliked most of the changes they made from the novel tbh lol. like I get they don't just wanna rehash it and want this to be new and original to an extent, but sometimes that can go too far, or just in the wrong direction). It's just really stupid for them to be like "we need to face our fear and face the comet!" it's a COMET! It's not a mysterious noise you hear in the middle of the night that you can investigate, it's a big hot rock that'll kill you all!! And then Groke moves towards it, and ~something~ happens, but this is a family show so they have her moan again at the end to show she's still alive and I love Jack but his delivery of "I'm so relieved" is so weirdly flat that it doesn't help how awkward and unnatural this ending is lmao.

Now this is more of a personal gripe, but I don't like how Snufkin is positioned at the end. When they're facing the Groke, he's right next to Moomintroll, which I like (and also brings to mind Night of the Groke when they faced her together), but then after the white flash, he's not only nowhere near Moomintroll, but not even near their friends? And he walks away WITH THE POLICE INSPECTOR?! Like thank god Joxter doesn't know he's his dad he'd have a heart attack if he found out his son was so chummy with the cops smh. You could maybe argue this isn't even just a personal complaint, and that Snufkin has objectively been one of Moomintroll's most important relationships in this series, so for them to not have some kind of moment or interaction at the end feels wrong.

Something I was going to discuss in that other ask reply but I ultimately deleted because I couldn't find the words at the time was Little My's characterisation. This season in particular made me feel as though she's so, like, mad all the time. And I understand that anger is her thing, but it's usually a cheery kind of angry, you know? But in this series she sometimes just seems so frustrated and upset and although I like that it explores the more emotionally dramatic side of her, I was hoping that by this final season at least she'd be in a more comfortable and happy place. But in this Comet special she's so exasperated and moody with Moominpappa and I wish they just made it feel more like daughter-light-heartedly-poking-fun-at-her-dad, I guess?

Snork is interesting in this special because he plays quite a big role in it, but I also feel so sorry for him cause he's always getting cut off or used by Pappa and Sniff who don't properly listen to him and I just want to give him a big (figurative bc he hates hugs) hug my poor smart boy let him infodump. There's also a moment where he says "I can explain-" and his sister says "Thanks, Snork, but we really need to carry on!" which is so obviously the writers trying to squeeze in Snorkmaiden's characterisation from the book where she's practical in the face of her brother's long-winded meetings, and is a great example of the feminism of her character there, but it just doesn't quite work the same here. Once again just not as natural as it should feel.

On a positive note, I LOVED the look of the comet itself - every shot of it looked so cool and it changed the lighting of the valley in a fun and interesting way. I also liked how Jarmo and Samuli gave the score of the episode a funky sci-fi sound, which helped set it apart as something special for the series. And despite all my negatives, it's still entertaining! It's enjoyable to watch! Just, for someone who had expectations based on the whole series and the novel, underwhelming.

[h0ney-mochi]

I’ll bite with another request.

Scaramouche being jealous that I’m always using Kaeya ingame since he’s the absolute epitome of “tall, dark and handsome” and he’s all like, “How pathetic. Sucking up to that guy like it’s your last chance at living.” when he’s actually like, “Hey asshole. Notice me. Now.”

What a pain. I have to fuck every ounce of jealousy out of him.

Just give him some attention smh.

cw: sub scaramouche, nsfw/smut, degradation, gn!reader, reader has a dick/strap-on

summary: Scara gets jealous because you keep taking Kaeya to help with your daily things! So you decide to fuck it out of him?

a/n: BITE MF- jealous scara, so stupid, fuck that jealousy outta him ‼️🙏 He just wants some attention, jeesh why r u so focused on kaeya smh /j 🙄

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

"Ugh," he's groaning, annoyed once he sees you bidding farewell to Kaeya. You had him on your team again, needing some help with commissions and bounties. He's strong and a fun guy to be around!

Once you approach Scara, he's glaring at you, annoyance in his voice, "Tch, how pathetic. Can't do anything without him, really need him to keep you alive, huh." He's rolling his eyes and you just shrug, walking past him, "Well it's more fun doing things with a good friend, plus I get things done quicker." You're walking away from the city, leaving Scara standing by the tree. He quickly catches up with you, walking next to you.

"Yeah, sure. But wouldn't it be better to have someone else with you? He's weird," He speaks, shaking his head. Now that he thinks about it, no. He doesn't want anyone else to be with you. Why can't you just take him along uh?? Is that so hard??

You look at him, doubt in your gaze, "He's weird..? Says who?" Scara glares, "What do you mean 'says who'? I'm saying that! That guy is weird, changing up your little 'team' would be better." You're raising your eyebrows, looking back to where you're going, "The more you speak, the more I won't listen to you."

You two continue to talk, Scara still talking about you and Kaeya, you starting to realize that he's just jealous of you spending time with Kaeya. Trying to tell you that the guy is weird and shouldn't accompany you?? Seems like something Scara would definitely do while jealous, c'mon.

You two had walked pretty far, into some quiet area with few trees. So you finally took the chance.

Scaramouche is still talking about Kaeya until you stop and pull him by his shirt, pushing him against a tree, knocking his hat off in the process. "Alright, I get it," you start speaking, "You're annoyed at me not giving you attention." Scara's staring at you with wide eyes, before relaxing his expression. "What? Excuse me? Bold of you to assume I care for your attention, I just don't like Kaeya." He responds, wrapping his hands around your arm, "Let me go, you look stupid."

"Let you go? Oh, you wish," you chuckle at him. He's pushing you away, but you quickly take the chance to take his hands and pin them above his head. Scara blinks at you, "Uh- don't we have somewhere to go? Didn't you need some kind of materials for one of your stupid friends or whatever?" You lean closer to him, "That can wait, I have better things to do now."

"Psh, like what? Keep me here until I apologize for talking about your dear Kaeya?" He laughs, smirking at you. You shake your head, "Shut your mouth." "Oh, you wish," he quotes your words, tilting his head to the side. Alright yeah you've had enough.

You lean into his neck, biting down immediately. He gasps, "What- the fuck are you doing?" You just ignore him, sucking on the spot and then moving to another. Scara's complaining and gasping whenever you bite down harsher. But then he finally shuts up when you bite at a spot on his neck, making him gasp again. He suddenly moans when you suck another dark mark. You pull away to stare at him, "Huh? Where did your complains go?" He's got a light blush on his face as he rolls his eyes at you, "Shut up."

"Okay," you simply respond, going back to leave marks. It's not long until he's trying to get his hands out of your grasp. When you're done, you kiss every mark that you made. "Oh, for fucks sake just move on," he groans. You don't, of course. After a few more kisses, he's about to say something again, but you press your lips against his, shutting him up. Your other hand went to stay on his chest, tracing shapes.

Then you wrap it around his neck, slightly squeezing. He gasps and you let your tongue in. You move your hand back to his chest, going more down. You made out with Scara, him starting to make noise in your mouth, having enough of you teasing him, whatever.

Once you pull away, you tell him to shut up again, seeing that he's opening his mouth. And he does. "Your jealousy is stupid and I've had enough," you say, dragging the tips of your fingers down his stomach. Then you stop right above where he'd want you to touch him.

"And I've had enough of you teasing m-" he decides to speak, but you cut him off with a kiss. He tries to get out of your hand again, but do you let him? No.

You pull away from his face, sighing, "Guess I'll have to fuck that out of you, no?" He blinks, but doesn't dare to speak again.

..

He's holding onto that tree for dear life, your thrusts being rough. Your hands holding his hips as you lean down to speak in his ear, "Can you hear yourself? You're moaning like a bitch." He whines, one of his hands going down to touch himself. You see it, of course, and take your hand away to slap his away. "Don't you dare," you dig your nails in his skin, "You think you're allowed to do that?"

He moans, head falling back, "Please-" "Oh hell no, you won't get away with that," you fuck into him harder, "Ah, I'll fuck that jealousy out of you, slut." Scara's hands try to hold himself up on that tree, but you hitting him right there has him getting weaker. And once you wrap a hand around his dick-

His moans increase in volume. Your hand goes to his chest as you push him to straighten his back. You push him against the tree, hand jerking him quicker while you continue fucking him.

His hands go into fists, his head fallen back, mouth open, tongue lolling out. You can't help but laugh, leaning closer to him. "You like my attention, hm?" You speak, kissing the mark at the back of his neck. Scara whines out, "Yes, fuck, please- more, pleashe, fuck-!"

"So pathetic, Scara," you leave kisses on his shoulder, "You're so loud. That desperate for my attention, huh?"

[alarmsofmyheart]

Jack and Joker : U Steal My Heart Ep 6

Is it deepavali in Thailand too.. jk, is it Chinese new year??

Ok we are having feast with children

OMG THESE GIRLS ARE THE BEST, Toi Ting my babygirl, spread the word yesss!!!!

The way everyone can see except them two idiots(affectionate)

AVGahahahshga Yin in Full Black and War in Red with Black+Red sleeves aAAAAAAAAAAA

OMG JOKE🤣 Yes boi, he accepted you as a friend but nobody is accepting that 🤣🤣🤣🤣

(This is gonna one hell of an episode, fluffy and improvements in relationship but I'm late and I'm still not ready)

Wow these girls..

Ayo Joke doesn't know how to cut fish?

O!! It's about belief.. okay

Aw.. let him finish the question

From having a home who probably don't want him back to getting to live in a home where both of them want you to stay.. Joke really found a family.

Oh no.. he is emo

Now I'm emo too, I'm not gonna stay on this thing, because eating with family sucks. I'm glad Joke found a new family.

OMG ROSE WENT TO THE BOSSDAD

These guys were swayed by JACK aosjsjsh

On no the reveal!! The cult lady is a mastermind

Mark looks so pretty

The bgm for Aran is so sad and lonely 😭

Boi is falling for Tattoo.. he left the group.. life is not that easy

That's what happens when richer people are stomping on less rich people, She wants to protect Jack and not even Dad can protect his woman's necklace or his son.. it's sad, let's see

He finally said 'im not leaving even if you kick me out' Yes sir, go cling on to him

Not Ama eavesdropping ajshsjsj

Joke your heart eyes

When your boyfriend is a legendary thief, you can't lock him out even from your bathroom 😌

That was so domestic (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Oh yes this was expected, Aran is going to get bet/slapped/scolded

Hope is getting it twice ig

Aran left.. o fuck the Joker ring!!!

Jack is still going to be in debt/hold because of Joker ring isn't he

Oh! The ♥️ RED ♥️ shirts were for Chinese New Year OKAY

Happy New Year Jack, Joke, Ama, Toi Ting.. it's gonna get so bad

All those superstition about eating techniques were actually a foreshadowing I see

That was beautiful. God War Wanarat is so beautiful. Him sitting on floor and talking to Toi Ting was so calming the fuck down.

Oh boi, didn't ama just say don't give loans?? Smh

Aran is going to move in with Tattoo??now that both his mom and Hoi left to the shrine?

Aran is in the same grey shirt..

Wow BossDad really did cut ties with him, it's going to become difficult

His car is seized, he is fired, blah blah, How will he pay for the food he is eating 👀

Aran is really going through the downward spiral arc, it's going to get bad

Save comes to save Hope (I had to type it sorry)

Guys, get a room 🤷🏽‍♀️ not infront of Hoi and Tattoo's salad drinks

He cried.. babygirl

This dynamic between Tattoo and Aran is so dumb and realistic

Hoi is caught in a different web

Aww here comes the dreamy light

OMYGOD THAT WAS SO WELL DONE WITH THE KIDS AND THE SMILEY ON THE TEAR SOAKED PAPER

YINWAR MYGOD JACK JOKE THAT WAS NOT THE LOVE CONFESSION I EXPECTED

And the promise!!!!!!

Yes we have a witness for the confession.

Joke contacted Coach??!!!

Coach got a redemption. Nice.

Jack is going through it..

Jack dear..

I just realised, shok means luck right?? In Thai and shok and Joke sound same.. and Jack has got Joke now..

Idk how long it's gonna last, but it is good

Save is not buying that..

Oh God the cult lady is going to ask for Jack as a pawn?? Or something?? The bgm is so scary wth

This is the worst last payment scene I've seen.. the eerie vibes, the happiness in Jack's face, the absolute cool boss acting of the Boss, and please Joke please be not waiting outside

Jack looks so pretty.. so pretty it's sad

Oh fuck Joke IS INDEED WAITING OUTSIDE

First episode, Joke was looking from far, now he is standing on the portico of Jack's place, it's nice but the queasy feels of this whole scene

I can't unhear the "shok di na" stuffs, because Jack has Joke already it's sooo stuffy choking mentally

Tf was that?? Save probably did something with the savings money? Or the land??

So.. Boss dad pawned Ama, money does run the world doesn't it??

Joke is going to have to wait..

Alright that's it.. I had to sit while the outro song plays to process this all

[stoner-shark-boy]

can you do bob velseb x reader where they bite him to show affection like not hard but like he'll randomly be doing smth then feel the reader bite him and can it be fluff please? ^^

I love my biting gremlins lets go gremlins lets go!!

Bob x Affectionate Biting Reader

~Tbh he probably doesn't mind

~First time you did it he wasn't even shocked

~Does it back every once in a while, only he actually does it hard because he wants to taste your blood~

~The first time he bit you, he was gentle, then he started bitting you harder and harder each time

~LOWKEYY gets him ~in the mood~. Masochist smh

~You can't do it all the time tho, If he comes home to you tired asf or something and you bite him, he'll probably flip out and actually try to bite a chunk outta you :/

~LOVES it if you leave bite marks, he likes to think of it as you claiming him

~~~~~oneshot fic~~~~~~

You were lying on the couch cuddled into a mountain of blankets while watching some tv on a dark rainy night. Bob was cooking his newest victim in the kitchen, you could hear him shake his spices and the clacking of utensil to pan. You were getting very bored by yourself, so you decided to go bother your giant boyfriend. You sprouted from your cocoon of blankets and strutted over to the large man, eyeing his exposed flesh. You always thought he looked so hot while he was cooking, eyes focused, his smooth movements. He's been doing this for years, he made cooking humans look easy. He didn't notice as your entered the kitchen, too concentrated on making his meal. You peered at the closest part of him to you, his forearm. He wasn't looking, so you went in for the kill. You bit him. He jumped a bit, almost knocking over his pan, but you still didn't let go. Arranging everything back to where they were, he looked at you very confused. "Are ya really bitin' me right now darlin?", He wasn't speaking in a serious tone, he was just really confused. "Yeth", you stated, still holding on. "Well, can ya wait till i'm done cookin'?", he questioned back. "Fin, I gUEth" You finally let go. Still bored, you just started rummaging around in the kitchen trying to find something to do. Bob just chuckled at you opening and closing all the cabinets and drawers.

[pray4saint]

I'm having sub George brainrot which is so rare for me... (a sub dreamnap simp)

But I can't stop thinking about tying him up and overstimming him smh </3 my brain isn't being fair rn smh

🐏

poor thing

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. sub!george. gn!reader. bondage. overstim. marking. handjob (m receiving).

a/n. i live for sub!george

your boyfriend's a blubbering mess, tears streaming down his face as broken, hoarse moans are torn from his mouth. ”love, ple– please stop!” you pull your mouth from his thigh and tilt your head at him, slowing the pace of your hand on his cock. he takes the opportunity to catch his breath. ”but honey, m'not done with you yet.” he finally looks down at you, and even through watery eyes he can see the pout on your lips. ”mm'fine. fine.” immediately your face lights up again and you move your hand to continue jerking him off.

his wrists and hands strained against his restraints while his head fell back when he felt your mouth return to sucking dark hickeys on his thighs. he mentally cursed himself for being so pliable under you, for giving into you so easily but he couldn't help it. he just had to be good for you.

you felt his cock twitch in your hand and you smirked against the plush of his thigh. his moans were loud but his sobs were lighter and you tapped on his abdomen. looking down again, he held back sounds so you could talk to him. ”go on, pretty boy, cum for me. i know you need it.” it was like a chain reaction in his body, because in the next moment, his cum was spurting from his cock, covering his stomach and your hand.

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[the-grand-av3]

https://www.tumblr.com/the-grand-av3/748347600459218944/velvette-i-dare-you-to-put-on-outfits-from-the?source=share

Ok in return, now Velvette gets to pick modern-day outfits for the men

Link to prev post

ohoho

Ah.. no.

Ohohohoho

Velv.. youre not.. really... my style

OHIHOHIHOHOOHOHOHHOHO

I'll do it~

ok well first of all let's have a little look at them

smh vox taking up the largest space as always

ITS NOT MY FAULT

id imagine that alastor would want to keep his little vintage thing going on there

Indeed.

and maybe we'll toss in a colour that isnt red

Now that I can actually see colours properly, I can finally put in some good input, as well. (:

but i want to make you look slutty

Oh. Nevermind I don't want to participate anymore.

i dont know okay everyone enjoys a feminine man

so.. maybe try this outift?

Looks like it's Ally's time of the month~

(That is an actual comment from where i got the picture LMAO)

Eh. I don't.. the gradient, dear. It's.. off putting?

these two. they are the ONES

the heels are even suited for your hooves

I wouldn't mind this.

i know you wouldnt okay next

valentino.

The one and only~

thankfully

:(

youre a man of a lot of colours which pisses me off

youre also bald

IM NOT BALD

I WAS THE ONLY ONE WILLING TO DRESS UP WITH YOU AND YOU PULL THIS SHIT

lmao anyways

Me last what have you for me

sure shakespeare tone it down

you need something to compliment the reds and blues and greys and whites of your face. honestly that's kind of difficult to manage but we'll find something.

question mark

Hmmm

I dunno

Envision it on your head, Vox.

MY HEAD IS NOT THAT FUCKING BIG

its perfect

my work here is done

[chelemlem]

11, 16, 29 for the fic writer asks pls! :)

HELLO !!! thanks for the ask :3

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

going to cheat a bit and do Five. as if it's my fault everyone is so cool and talented smh

you signed up for this - oscar/lando/future!oscar pwp. maybe i'm biased bc i was thinking about this concept for ages before prompting it on the km but omg!!! so hot and sweet and the twist at the end knocked me outtt

q&a - secretfanboy!oscar (sort-of) au that also doubles as a sparkling ojp character study. all the little references to obscure oscarlore ohhh i enjoyed myself deeply

side by side in orbit - maxf pov nortrell + landoscar... if u know how i feel... . . this was insanely well-done and sexy and had me quoting "m8 who put 50p in him" for like a week

rebirth - it's been a minute since i read this oscarmark but i felt i really had to include it bc of what an impact it left on me. mark's voice is perfect and the take on their relationship felt so fresh and nuanced... when ur mark webber and ur sleep paralysis demon is literally just some kid (AGAIN)

and ofc that one from work can come over on monday night like goddd ur landoscars are always godly but i love a good getting-together slowburn, especially one as heartfelt and flush with detail as this one. like jesus they're obsessed with each other fr 

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

too many but if i had to narrow it down to active docs i'd say about 5 now? mostly kinkmeme prompts and a prequel to trade offer but this video made me finally commit to edward scissorhandsing one of my old wips into a proper engineer!oscar au

29. What’s your revision or editing process like?

i'm an edit as i go kinda guy! wonderfully inefficient but it works for me (sort of) <3 what i end up doing a lot is finishing all the scenes i need but in random order so the final "edit" is just moving things around so they make sense chronologically and/or vibewise + faffing about w filler... honestly my process is probably 30% writing 70% REARRANGING

ask meme

[mirandahamilton]

what were your thoughts on seven kings must die?

LOADED ass question lol

controversial mayhaps but i liked it well enough! in the sense that i was entertained, and i did get some satisfaction from my viewing experience.

positives:

i really loved the updated intro/credits!

finan's narration was a cool change

the acting! it was all hitting for me :) i think harry especially did a great job, imo he had the most character work to do and i really felt his conflict (maybe this is gay bias but idc). the new actress for eadgifu did a really good job as well, her character was consistent and i enjoyed her interactions with uhtred

the action sequences were very well done and i loved the battle

sets, costumes, hair/makeup...all looked great!!

the ending! loved the callback, and although i wish we'd seen more charcaters in valhalla ik most of the actors weren't available so it's cool. really enjoyed the ambiguity. althoooooough unlike most ppl i don't think uhtred went to valhalla at the end (would love to chat/debate on this one)

uhtred getting stabbed at the final battle....lowkey i was emotional esp when sihtric and finan found him and he was serving cunt dead

aethelflaed shoutout :( miss my wife and i think they did the female characters so dirty but i would have turned it off if they went to aegelesburg without even namedropping the queen

i really enjoyed osbert & edmund being besties (BUT their stories should have been more developed)

i go into my critique below lol but i won't apologize for unironically vibing with the catholic guilt evil homosexual drama. in many ways it hit for me and i shan't be issuing an apology

i loooooooved the new locations, especially the shetland islands

problematizing the christians 🙏

negatives:

WHERE the abject fuck were any of the women characters???????? STIORRA? hild? aelfwynn? aelswith?? eadith???????? like??? not even a shoutout????? make it make sense. this was the most offensive thing for me and i won't be getting over it anytime soon thanks

i wish we'd heard something about cynlaef and aelfwynn!!! wasn't he like besties with aethelstan?? would have been so easy to make it work smh

pacing :/ it was impossible to tell how the story was meant to be moving through a concrete sense of time. a quick look at the wikipedia for king aethelstan shows that there were years between his coronation and the battle of brunanburh, yet the movie makes it seem like from beginning to end the story takes less than a year? and it's also unclear how much time has supposedly past since the end of s5. it started off pretty slow, but regardless i was admittedly engrossed by the halfway mark

sloppy evil gay drama :/// like in some ways. listen. i am not complaining lol. but i think it would have worked much better with more breathing room. ingilmundr was just so clearly intro'd as a villain, and i would have preferred seeing some more subtlety and cunning over a period of time, plus some actual internal conflict for him. by his last line ("i grew fond of you, but my love for my people prevailed") it seems as though he did have some genuine affection for aethelstan, and even though he completed his mission in the end i wish there'd been more depth there.

also, fwiw and as other people have said, unhinged to go 5 seasons with no queer characters only to haphazardly throw a couple in the follow up film...and have them be villains!!! gay people CAN be villainous lmao but idk how intentional they were being about any of this

overall just felt rushed. there were a lot of parts that would have benefited from some breathing room and dramatic build up. plus we didn't get to connect with a lot of the characters, and the writers were relying on viewers to care based on the tv series -- mostly fine for our mains like uhtred & co, but a real disservice to the newer characters. even finan and sihtric didn't do much besides follow uhtred around, which is par for the course but i wish they'd had individual arcs. ingrith's death didn't hit that hard bc she barely had lines. aelfweard's too, and he needed to be built up as more of a threat (even tho his death is mainly supposed to serve as a character moment for aethelstan).

hollow villains! i wrote abt ingilmundr above, but anlaf and astrid were so 1 dimensional. and the writers could have tried a little harder lbr. and let astrid SPEAK

ALDHELM. ok. his death was such a waste. james did an incredible job, but it felt so meaningless. oooh ah uhtred was upset. but he was upset already? and it didn't make him turn his back on aethelstan????? so tell me quickly what did we accomplish

aethelstan's redemption....i feel like he went from being a villain to back to besties with the squad in 2 seconds and i think it should have been fleshed out more. like i'm fine with them reuniting and i was rooting for it but i think we could have gotten more of aethelstan realizing his mistakes and showing remorse, and demonstrating that he has changed -- uhtred will probably always have his back, but besides Realizing Things he didn't really do anything to show that he has grown and prove that he's different and better than edward -- this was an issue throughout the movie, but it stands out the most with him since his actions drive most of the plot

no offense but where tf did uhtred get his little army from

[madraleen]

Attack on Titan - Hajime Isayama Vol.6-12: The commentary wherein I gush over a certain character.

(Reminder disclaimer: I have not watched the anime.)

-Jean has the potential to become a great squad leader if I do say so myself. With character development and stuff.

-Reiner, what a badass!!

-Armin looks so dazed when Reiner bandages his head, lil bb.

-Demon slayers, Devil slayers, Titan slayers... I might have a type.

-I am so desperate to hear everyone’s voices.

-Aww, squad Levi are chomping on their hands, what good eggs.

-Have you ever seen a manga character as beautifully drawn as Levi. Yes, yes you have, plenty of them, but look at him! He’s so Levi! And when he whooshes and swooshes, he’s so... whooshing and swooshing!

-Aaahhh!! I can’t wait for more Levi and Erwin backstory!

-Squad Levi is on a whole ‘nother level skill-wise, man.

-Levi, since you’re now working with Mikasa on this, you might want to give a think to recruiting her, babe.

-Levi is Levi-ing, argh, he’s so good, whoosh whoosh, swoosh swoosh.

-The cast with the x marks that keep multiplying as though we’re in the Hunger Games or something, smh, why can’t we have nice things.

-Annie is the woman Titan?!?!?

-Yeah, thank you Mikasa, let the boys go all wah wah and you take care of Annie, because someone effing has to!

-Titan Annie is so strong dammit!

-I really like the visual of humans standing on the Titans. I liked it when Levi did it with hostiles, and I like it now that Armin does it with Eren.

-This is so them, Mikasa on a chair and Armin huddled on Eren’s bed, it’s so them.

-I love the fake previews, btw.

-Noo, justice for Mike!

-Ymir! She finally has a name!

-Who?I Who?I Who is the she-child of the bloodline that knows the secret?!

-Ooh, Krista? She’s the smallest girl in our year, right?

-Connie’s village turned into Titans, right? Yeah.

-No! Ymir killed Reiner and Bertolt’s friend?

-Wait, are Reiner and Bertolt serious about being the Titans...? For real...?

-I hate that the clues were there all along.

-Man, I love Mikasa, she’s a woman of action.

-No shit man, they ARE the Titans, I’m starting to have trust issues.

-No shit, Eren finally got on with the program with no whining, attaboy.

-Can someone train Titan Eren, can someone help this boy, this can’t keep going on like this

-What would we do without Hange

-Ooh, I don’t like this, Eren all alone, and where is he being taken and why, I don’t like this.

-Pheeew, Erwin is here, thank God.

-Eren’s emotional control is hanging by a thread and so is mine.

-Guh, what is this story. I can’t get enough of the mysteries and answers and clues, and yet I am so very scared of what I’ll find when all is revealed.

-On a side note, Armin’s speech to Annie on what makes a person good still lives rent-free in my head.

-Yo! Yo, Commander Erwin is getting eaten, yo! We’re not done with you, Erwin, don’t you dare!

-”Children of the devil,” hahaha, I’m sorry, but this coming from Bertolt sounds so funny, also help this battle is hell

-Erwin!! He’s here!! He escaped!! He’s fighting!!

-Eren should have THE WORLD, not just the coordinate- whatever that is. Shut up, Reiner.

[theseaeaglelives]

Round 1 - 2024

THE SEA EAGLE

NO MONKEY BUSINESS!!!

Round 1

Manly Sea Eagles      36        

Defeated

Souths Rabbitohs    24

In a good opener, Manly have continued to work on turning Tigers discards into genuine first graders. 

It has been a long time since Manly won a Rd 1 fixture, and defeating Souths (who are a very good side), albeit at altitude in Vegas on a smaller than regulation field, is a good first step in season 2024. 

This was a sea sawing affair, with 3 lead changes, and until mid second half, it was unclear who would get the chocolates. Manly overcame an 8 point deficit early in the second half to mark this as a particularly strong performance. 

Manly Haumole Olakau'atu scored a typical powerhouse try, Chery Baby class was everywhere, and the super reliable Reuben Garrick did what he always does, ie gets the job done. 

The intercept try by the Saab Turbo was memorable, and the third brother Turbo (who is turning into a bit of try scorer)  scored a nice try near the end to help Manly’s prospects. 

Tigers discard Luke Brooks had a strong game. Too early to call whether he is the answer, and one should never get too excited about any ex Tiger’s player in round 1, but so far he looks to be a good buy, and is certainly strengthening the Manly playmaking ranks. 

Manly’s run for the next 5 rounds are particularly difficult, Roosters (home), Eels (away), St George (away), Panthers (home) and Warriors (away). They will be doing well on current form, to be 3/6 after this run. 

If they can be 3 or 4 wins after 6 rounds, that should set them up well for a decent 2024 season. Time will tell. 

OFF FIELD ATROCITIES IN THE OFF SEASON 

Pretty Pi$#ss poor really. Ever since the Director of Controversy left for parts and whereabouts unknown, and the role of interim controversy administration was passed over to the bizarre Frenchman Hugh Janus, it has been a sub standard affair all round. 

Here is a few from a pretty ordinary menu of atrocities: 

Junior Amone avoids jail over hammer attack but NRL career in balance. By Adam Pengilly. SMH December 11, 2023 — 2.30pm 

Charges against NRL players Latrell Mitchell and Jack Wighton dropped after police admit to false evidence Latrell Mitchell and Jack Wighton have beaten charges of fighting outside Canberra nightclub Fiction. Australian Associated Press Wed 1 Nov 2023  

Brisbane Broncos players Adam Reynolds and Pat Carrigan receive breach notices from the NRL after their late-night scuffle- ABC News 16 February 2024 

Footy star Mitch Kenny cops ban for 'couple of Boxing Day lines' social media post involving white substance after initially blaming it on 'trolls who grabbed my phone'- AAP  27 February 2024 

 LACK OF NRL INCLUSIVITY, DIVERSITY 

In this shambolic Woke world in which we now live, the Sea Eagle was appalled to see the absolute lack of inclusivity and diversity in this article: 

How a stint on a Samoan coconut farm sparked an NRL comeback. By Dan Walsh SMH December 18, 2023 

Chanel Harris-Tavita’s feet started to itch for the NRL again with coconut in hand on a Samoan farm.……. 

Harris-Tavita raised eyebrows when he was off-contract 18 months ago and realising his passion for rugby league had waned, he walked away from a six-figure salary to work out what he wanted. Working on his uncle’s farm in the Samoan village of Afega, population 2000, and collecting coconuts on weekends, it all twigged for the 24-year-old. 

 “It was a very simple life over there,” Harris-Tavita said, having kept up with the Warriors stunning rise to a grand final qualifier under Webster when he could. 

“It really put life into perspective and made me appreciate what I have here. It was a bit of happiness and a bit of FOMO [fear of missing out]. I was in Samoa watching them play and the Wi-Fi wasn’t great. 

Sea Eagle Comment: All this article achieved is to link an incorrect stereotype between pacific islander players and “coconuts” (personal opinion). Was the news outlet concerned serious when it allowed the story go to print?. 

VIVA LAS VEGAS 

 With an off season that was less than exciting, in terms of off field indiscretions, the only thing left for fans was the prospect of 80 or so NRL players heading to Vegas to expand the religion that is rugby league to the USA. 

Many said “What could go wrong?”. As it turned out the jury is open on that until said players return home safely to Australia, and there is no later confirmation of court based legal action being taken post Vegas, against some NRL player who overstepped the mark in the land of the long lost litigation lawyer. 

This is a wait and see for now. 

The Betoota Advocate cruelly suggested that Manly were part of this trip because it fell on the same weekend as the Gay Mardi Gras, and they wanted to escape the rainbow Guernsey debacle of season 2022.  

See https://www.betootaadvocate.com/uncategorized/manly-deny-vegas-trip-has-anything-to-do-with-escaping-sydney-on-mardi-gras-weekend/ 

The Sea Eagle cannot comment on the accuracy of that, other than to say it makes perfect sense (personal opinion). 

Then in the lead up to the big day, this story exploded in Mardi Gras week, over previous magazine photo shots involving none other than any Coach Seibold: 

It was bizarre’: The day Manly coach Anthony Seibold posed for a gay magazine 

By Adrian Proszenko SMH 28 February , 2024 

 Apparently Coach Seibold when playing for the London Broncos did a gay magazine photo shoot at the instigation of then Virgin supremo Richard Branson. As this article says, “Seibold, Shane Millard, Tulsen Tollett and Jon Clarke, who is currently Manly’s head of performance, were among the players to get their kit off. Asked if he had a copy of the centrefold spread to share with Sin Bin, Seibold said: “I get enough shit as it is, I don’t want to give any more ammo to anyone.””. 

The Sea Eagle certainly can’t argue with any of that. However, with that said, given the debacle that was the Gay Pride jersey incident of 2022, which saw Manly Legend and Coach Des Hasler dumped (unceremoniously) the mind boggles at what sort of due diligence was undertaken on these two members of the Manly coaching staff (ie Siebold and Clarke). 

Manly has to got to get away from these LGBTQ promotional backdrops and concentrate on rugby league. It’s quite clear this is the sort of thing that can turn half the camp (no pun intended) towards giving up playing rugby league for religious reasons.  

Anything that has the capacity to cause an NRL player to refuse to play rugby league cannot be good. 

As to whether the Vegas experiment will be a long term piece of strategy genius remains to be seen. The Sea Eagle reminds the NRL, that history is littered with failed Australian enterprises who thought going to America and taking them on was a good idea. 

It may be a tough ask going to the USA to try and dominate a 350m plus population base (apparently increasing at the rate of 0.5m people a week in illegal arrivals over the Southern borders). Regrettably, Rugby League is a game that is regularly confused with Rugby Union in the USA . Despite its relative simplicity as compared to the farce that is international Rugby Union, it would be fair to say Rugby League is generally not well recognised, let alone understood, in the USA. 

No doubt those in control at League Central have a master plan to cover all of this. After all, everyone would readily accept that Rugby League has a long and distinguished history of doing things thoroughly, in a well considered and well executed way. 

Manly Prospects Season 24 

Many have asked the Sea Eagle over recent weeks, how will Manly go in 2024? 

First, let’s face some cold inconvenient facts. Manly have not made the 8 in the last 2 years. For reasons only they can explain, they also believe that buying players from the West Tigers will improve this and turn them into a premiership powerhouse. 

Presently in the line up Manly have the following ex Tigers: 

Luke Brooks 

Tommy Talau 

Matthew Lodge 

Josh Aloai 

Nathan Brown 

Aitasi James 

Aaron Woods*** 

 *** (present status as a Sea Eagle unclear) 

The jury is out on this one. As John Cadogan of Auto Expert has often quipped, its time to apply “the BFS- Bullshi*4t  Fact Separator” to this one, and as Investment guru Ben Graham once quoted,  lets put this whole ex Tiger’s player purchase program “under the microscope of common sense”. 

Whilst some ex Tigers players clearly go better when they leave the Den (let’s face it they couldn’t go any worse), the Sea Eagle privately fears like all things Tigers, that the wheels will eventually fall off when the blow torch of pressure football is applied. 

Time will tell, but the Manly faithful will be watching (like Greta Thunberg at a RAM and Chevy truck convention in Tampa Bay Florida). If the implosion does occur, Manly management can expect to hear some fairly well constructed criticism from all sides on another fine mess the Club will have found themselves in.  

The market for used up Ex Tigers players is is much like that of used EV’s. The best outcome you can expect is to pay someone to take it/them off your hands. 

THE SEA EAGLE

[thebiggestmenace]

doing it different this time!

this will not have any bad repercussions at all!!

so firstly, I think knowing this is the final season is making it all hurt, we haven't even done anything yet and I am sad

second, are they gonna leave through the sewers????

is Sam's shoulder fine? cause it seems fine

Jack has a demon now, okay

Belphegor is so silly

so it's demons and ghosts?

oh and Sam gets to deal with the clown ghost

so the shoulder is not fine

please tell me we don't have to deal with Michael again

except Sam is the only one who ends up free

hi, Ketch

AMARA???

KEVIN!!!!!

I have a really bad feeling about this episode

oh and she killed Ketch :/

how can we be sure this is the horn thing? or that Bel is good, I guess

Cas, get out of there

oh, Cas :((((

Rowena, no.

at what cost, though, Dean? at what fucking cost

Dean. don't.

Cas, you don't have to leave. Sam still needs you

what is this?

evil Sam????

oh, it's just a dream

BECKY?

Chuck, you are fucking evil

are all of these nightmares because of the bullet wound? *

LILITH????

* or are they from Lilith???

EILEEN!!!!! HI EILEEN!!

Sam, you are so fucking cool

omg the spell worked!!!!! she's back back!

"I thought you were..." "dead? yeah, I got better." Eileen, I fucking love you

mans went FLYING

he's dying????

never trust a guy named Sergei, have we not already learned this?

do not touch them.

HI ROWENA

ADAM?? and of course Michael smh

Chuck's controlling Eileen??

I see Cas is the one with the brain cell today

Eve's out, too????

when Sam went forward in time and Dean yelled that they lost everyone they ever cared about, but he immediately brought up Cas

wait a damn minute, they're giving the Mark to Cas?????

nope, we're good, okay

does Jack come back?

omg a run of serious bad luck?

ep10 is so absolutely goofy 🤭

they're Normal now lmao

yk with the size of this post, I'm gonna split it here :) so hurray!! we've made it half way through!! I am not scared for the next ten episodes at all!!!!!! /sarc I feel like they're bringing everybody back for this season? like the people you wouldn't expect. which I both appreciate and hate. stop making it more emotional than it needs to be, yk? /lh also I am so glad they made Rowena Queen of Hell, fucking love her, she deserves it. and does Eileen end up being Sam's endgame? (/rhetorical) cause I sure would love that

[darthmaulification]

hey!! just saw you are taking requests YAY🤍 i love how you write in general but specifically for maul so this will be about him🥴 i was thinking about maul getting insecure and jealous because of an interaction that the reader(f or gn i don’t mind) had with sb(i’ll let that to u heheh) so starting off with an angry maul, pretty angsty, and then all ✨smutty✨ naturally lmao, finishing off with reassurance and fluff bc i’m a sensitive bitch😗✌🏻. also, i imagine this with maul and reader not being in an established relationship but crushing on/having feelings for each other but if you choose to change that that’s fine hahah and yeah, that’s it!! hope you like the idea and if you’re not convinced feel free to ignore this, i’d love anything you write anyways😬🤍

A/N: lol apologies for the delay lolololol 🤪 life is... sehr interessant atm 💀

BUT! i finally finished this!! and am proud that i did!!! 😊💕

i hope this makes up for the wait, anon, i really do. thank you for your patience! 🥺🤲💞

(btdubs, i know the character i chose to be reader’s past flame kinda sorta really doesn’t work AT ALL in the context of canon, so let’s all agree to not read far into that lmao.)

hope you enjoy! kiitos! 💗

content: a mixed bag, afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used tho), jealous maul (because when is he not smh 🙄), pining, pre/new relationship, arguments and fighting, two idiots not knowing how to talk abt theys feels, making up, heart to heart chats y’know, and then fucking, making out, very very slight public embarrassment (like hardly any), marking/biting, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex (unprotected), cum

word count: 9,570

The Sundari Palace has never been this lively, and that you can say with certainty.

Packed like sardines in a tin, people of all species mingle in the throne room, all of them high ranking officials, diplomats, and a select few... underground higher-ups you recognize from Crimson Dawn meetings. It’s beyond rare that you’ve had such an opportunity to socialize, and it’s even rarer that today isn’t for any of Maul’s Mandalore related business nor his side hustle. In fact, today’s technically all about you.

The birthday celebrations haven’t commenced quite yet, but the amount of well-wishes and gifts you’ve received makes you wonder just how big a party was planned for you. The thought is somewhat peculiar, considering you’re only one of Maul’s advisors (not that he even utilizes your advice all that often).

Speaking of the crimson-skinned Zabrak, your eyes scan the noisy, crowded room until you catch sight of him at the opposite side. Maul is conversing with two towering Trandoshans, probably business partners of the illicit sort, his hands clasped behind his back. Though he usually opts to go completely shirtless (for whatever reason) tonight he wears inky black robes and a floor length, maroon velvet cloak.

The colors suit, shades of red and black that make him appear equal parts dangerous and charming. A dark prince, he looks like desire itself.

Deep inside you, something twinges, and you want to run over to him and tell Maul how gorgeous he is. You want him to know how badly you’ve ached for him, and how appreciative you are for him, and everything else good and holy in the galaxy... but you can’t.

He’s your employer— your Lord. It would be inappropriate at the least and insubordination at its worst for you to approach the Mand’alor in such a way.

Maul makes it hard though, seeing that he treats you as well as he does his brother, that you needn't ask for a thing. He gave you a room in the Palace, an awfully exorbitant pay for your rather miniscule data job, and has left you with more fleeting touches than you can count.

A brush of his hand on your back, words whispered close to your ear during Crimson Dawn debriefs, smoldering glances, his fingers tucking your hair behind your ear...

It's hard not to feel something for Maul when all he's ever done is a gift.

You wonder what you mean to him, because surely it's something more- you want it to be something more. But doubt always rears its head every time you catch a nameless fling stagger from his personal quarters late at night, looking disheveled, all while Maul looks on, immensely satisfied.

The twinge grows stronger, and you look away to force it back down into the deepest part of your heart. As you shuffle to the table where platters of food promise you some emotional relief, you work hard at squashing your feelings. It doesn’t work, not even when a passing waiter droid offers you a glass of champagne which you down in one gulp.

“Maker.” You grumble to yourself, picking up a strange-looking pink cube off a platter and bringing it to your lips. Before taking a bite, the distinct impression that you’re being watched starts to creep up on you, making it feel like you’re tingly all over. You lower the cube, and turn.

“By the Stars!” A voice from afar exclaims, a voice that makes your mind buzz with recognition. Your head turns in the direction from which it came, and when you see the tall figure approaching you, your jaw drops in shock. A very familiar Nautolan, one with the brightest, most wonderful smile plastered on his bright, wonderful face.

“Kit!” You cry, a grin blooming across your face as you open your arms (accidentally dropping the sweet) and run straight into his. He laughs— that same, beautiful laugh exactly how you remember!— and pulls you close. As you dig your face into his chest, you inhale deeply and almost weep, because he even smells the same— a curious mix of sea salt, pine, and something sharp, like mint. It’s all uniquely him.

“Starfish.” Kit sighs the pet name into your hair, and it almost has you shivering at the memories attached. You haven’t been called that name in years, not since Kit... 

“I thought you perished on Coruscant.” You murmur into the soft satin shirt he’s wearing, hugging him tighter to stave off the ache of the thought. Kit stiffens slightly, pulling back so that you’re able to look up at him, and the grin on his face slips into a small, melancholic frown. A distant look overtakes his eyes, a stillness in their inky depths that is so unnatural to him.

“Yes, I... It was...” He goes quiet then shakes his head, long tendrils trembling as he forces himself back to the sunny disposition you remember. The switch ignites deep empathy and curiosity within you, but the pain in his eyes stops you from pressing any further. “A conversation for another time”, is the sentiment left unsaid.

“Well... it is so so wonderful to see you again, Kit.” You say softly, cupping his cheek with your hand, his chartreuse skin cool and semi-damp beneath your palm. It reminds you of a time before, distant memories that your mind had hidden under lock and key. In all honesty, after Coruscant, after... everything that happened, you had honestly tried your best to forget your past lover.

It wasn’t that you wanted to, but when the mind seeks self-preservation, and the soul seeks solace, yours acted no different.

“It’s wonderful to see you too.” Kit replies, his voice quiet and tentative, his pitch black eyes downcast, only briefly. When he looks up again, the beaming sunshine smile is back full force, and the haunted expression on his face has been drowned out by its light. 

“How have you been? I had no idea that you’d gone to Mandalore— I always thought your dream destination was Canto Bight?” Kit teases, dodging your elbow when you try to land it into his side. You knew he knew your absolute displeasure at that deplorable city, especially with it’s treatment of children. 

“Dirty liar! No, it is not!” You laugh, attempting to slap him lightly on the shoulder, but once again Kit dodges your half-hearted assault, chuckling himself. This time though, he grabs your hand, encasing your fingers with his. The tender touch honestly has the apples of your cheeks heating up, and you stare at his long, green fingers. They look the same, claws and all, but this time you do spot newer scars on his knuckles.

You want to kiss them better, as you had always done before, but this isn’t the past anymore.

“Kit...” You try not to sound overly exasperated, or disappointed, but the second his name passes your lips like that, Kit releases your hand, falling silent. His drop to his sides, then he shifts and clasps them behind his back. The mood immediately changes, the joviality dissipating to a dispirited awkwardness.

“I... apologize. We, um, we don’t—” Kit shakes his head in embarrassment, tendrils swaying, cheeks darkening slightly. Wanting to salvage the moment, you force a wide smile on your face and wave a hand nonchalantly. It’s hard, harder than you’d ever anticipated.

“Kit, believe me, it’s fine.” You insist, doing your best to keep your tone cheery, “What brings you to Mandalore?”

The pivot in subject is hardly subtle, but if Kit notices he doesn’t say, probably for his sake and yours. Though when the question processes, you’re intrigued to see Kit go a bit sheepish.

“Uhh... For business?” He glances everywhere but you, the terrible actor he is, and you raise an eyebrow. Crossing your arms over your chest, you take a step and Kit takes one back. It must look positively amusing, a human such as yourself making a towering Nautolan look small.

“Kit Fisto.” You warn, though there’s really no bite to it, but you are curious. Kit meets your gaze, all owlish and meek, and does that thing where his lip quivers when he wants to say something so badly, but is forcing himself not to. You’ve got him locked in the stare, and you know he wouldn’t be able to look away even if he tried. His mouth opens to speak.

“I’m—”

“Who is this?” Both you and Kit jump, heads simultaneously whipping to the side to see Maul standing at your sides. A glower is on his face, more so directed at Kit, and his hands are hidden behind him, underneath his ornate cloak. Jumping into action, and gathering yourself all the same, you clear your throat and gesture to Kit.

“O-Oh! My Lord, this is—” You get interrupted when Kit takes a step, somewhat jutting out in front of you. 

“Kit Fisto, Lord Maul.” He says smoothly, putting on the voice he once used for Senators on Coruscant, all chivalry and semi-forced politeness. Interestingly enough, his tone also sounds a bit challenging, and you can’t imagine why. Your brow furrows, especially upon watching Maul’s eyes ignite at the provocation, his sneer deepening.

“Yes... Kit Fisto... I do think I know that name.” Maul hums, Kit’s name rolling off his tongue as slickly as honey but as bitter as poison. The antagonism isn’t something you miss, nor does Kit, given how the tall Nautolan seems to puff up, shoulders setting. He and Maul glare at one another, fiery gold clashing with inky black. Maul’s hands drop to his sides, and the tension swells.

You catch sight of silver glinting at his hip.

“Really? Have you both met before?” You ask before someone decides to take the next step, haphazardly placing yourself semi-between Maul and Kit. It’s then you notice Kit also has a hilt on his belt, his hand awfully close to it. The tension breaks somewhat, but it still simmers in the air. Kit turns his attention to you and goes to say something, but Maul beats him to it.

“A mutual friend, so to speak.” The Zabrak replies evenly, straightening his posture and lifting his chin, the epitome of dignified class. You nod, not really buying it, but the alternative of questioning might bring more problems than it’d solve. How Maul and Kit once knew each other gives you the impression that it wasn’t in good terms, based on the hostility between them. A mystery to solve for another time, you decide.

“Well!” Kit booms suddenly, clapping his hands together once, and causing you to jump. His sunny grin returns, as does the otherwise lighthearted and jovial Kit you’re used to, although it seems a tad strained. The green Nautolan turns to you, and his smile drops a bit as he takes your hands in his.

Maul glares daggers.

“I must be going, unfortunately.” Kit says quietly, and a twinge of sadness pricks at your heart, your lips dropping into a frown. You want to protest— He’s only just reappeared after all— but whatever matters that seemed to have brought your beloved Kit back to you will pull him away all the same. 

“Must you?” You whisper, eyes glossy, and you search Kit’s face for any answer except the one you’re dreading to hear. He looks pained, and won’t meet your eye, his gaze cast down at his hands holding yours. He rubs small circles on your knuckles, only twice, then stops.

“I...” Kit trails off, glancing at you then to Maul, who sneers, then back to you, “Yes. I can’t stay in many places for long.”

You bite your lip, and the plead to make him stay, and nod nonetheless. Kit finally meets your eyes, and his eyes— above all else, in spite of everything— are kind.

“We’ll meet again, starfish, I’m sure of it.” And with that Kit brings your knuckles to his lips, where he places a soft kiss upon them, his touch cool like sea breeze. You smile, and Kit does too, like he did all those years ago when you had first parted ways— The small, sad one that holds so much hurt that Kit doesn’t want you to see, but what his innate optimism can’t hide.

History is doomed to repeat itself, you suppose as you watch your fingers slip from Kit’s hand, the loss all too familiar.

“Mand’alor.” Kit dips his head to Maul, and the two imperceptibly size one another up again as the Nautolan passes him. It takes a lot to pull your eyes away from Kit’s retreating form, but you do, because you have to, and drag your attention back to Maul.

“I see you and him are far more acquainted than I initially realized.” Maul snaps, turning his withering glare to you, catching you completely off guard. He pivots harshly on his heel, practically stomping his way towards a discreet balcony and shoulder-checking a guest on the way. You frown, the anger that rises in you driving you to follow.

Maul weaves through the swathes of people, and you do too, almost losing him a couple times with all the sharp turns he takes. Finally, after you’ve burst out from the middle of a group of Twi’lek dancers, you catch sight of Maul at the edge of the balcony, alone.

He’s shrouded with the night’s shadows, his dark robes and sweeping cloak making him appear phantomic. His back is to you, one of his hands on the balcony’s silver railing, the other behind his back in a fist. Even from a distance you can tell his shoulders are tense, hackles raised, and the anger rolls off of him in waves. Like a cobra coiled to strike— volatile.

“Maul—” You start as you approach, but the Zabrak slams his crimson and black hand on the railing, cutting you off with a hefty thunk. The loud noise makes you jump, and pause in your tracks, though only briefly. Stomping up to him and just as you get close, Maul whirls around, his cloak billowing in the sudden breeze. The blistering flames of his eyes catch your attention first, their raging fury, then does the pain laced in them.

“What is with you?” You confront, arms flying up in exasperation, then falling down to your sides in defeat. Gaze searching Maul’s face for any type of answer, you watch his lips part then close to a tight line. He frowns and his brow furrows, curling in his midnight tattoos tight. 

“Nothing of your concern!” Maul snaps in reply, and he turns his head from you and you almost have it in you to laugh when you see his lower lip jutting out like a child’s. He’s pouting, your esteemed leader and Lord is pouting.

“Obviously, it is of my concern considering this how you act with me.” You snort, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. Honestly, the Zabrak could be the most stubborn person you know— as absolutely, utterly stubborn as a sleeping bantha. 

This time, it’s his turn to scoff, and Maul shakes of his head as he turns away from you. He starts to head in some direction away from you, but you reach out and grab his bicep before he can storm off.

“Maul—!” He shakes off your grip, but you hastily grab at him again. Maul whips his head around, eyes blazing as he snarls, “What?”

For a second you recoil, eyes blowing wide, but you hastily regroup yourself. Hand still on his arm, you take a step towards him and gently rest your other hand on his closest to you. Your fingers drape over the fist his hand is clenched into, the black leather taut under your touch. Nearly imperceptibly, his hand is quivering— from rage or sorrow, you aren’t exactly sure.

“Please. What’s wrong?” You ask softly, taking a risk and stepping closer, trying to smother the apprehension building inside you at getting so... close to Maul. You definitely are invading his personal space, but he doesn’t move, nor does he say anything up it. In fact, you’re so close to him you can smell the cologne he uses— a heady scent that reminds you of the heat of flames, spice, and the tang of turmeric.

A long stretch of near-silence ensues, the background noise of the party only a handful yards away making the contemplative look on Maul’s face all the more potent. He sighs, low and almost silent through his nose, and his other hand rises to run down his face. When it passes, the look in his eyes has hardened, and the elegant stoicism has returned full force.

“Nothing.” He replies, his tone clipped and overly neutral in the way that he once told you, on an equally warm, equally starry night as this one, that he had been forcibly trained to use for when he obeyed the commands of his former Master. It reminds you of that night, when you both sat on a bench, and exchanged secrets and trust.

It was also the night Maul told you, “You have a kind heart”. He hasn’t told you that since.

“... Is it Kit Fisto?” You ask the obvious, knowing that the answer is Yes, but at the same time you don’t want to assume while simultaneously wanting Maul to say it himself. He dips his head and his eyelids fall heavy over his eyes, and it’s then you notice how they glow in the shadows.

Maul and you... your relationship is strange, to say the least. It’s no secret he favors you compared to many others— Gar, Almec, no other holds your status— and it’s no secret that both of you have noticed. You’ve tried to decode what it all means, every gentle touch and kind word that Maul has delivered to you, but there’s always something missing, something left unsaid or undone that unravels it all.

It’s a dance, a strange, confusing dance.

“It is.” And the confession passes his lips in a whisper, and you nod, pursing your lips. Inhaling shakily, and wanting to salvage whatever you may have had with Maul, you begin to explain,

“Kit and I were once a... thing, but that time has passed.” You start, and all the memories of Kit and yours stupid, reckless, young, amazing love make you equal parts happy and sad, “But we aren’t anymore. We agreed a long time ago that our futures didn’t align.”

Even after so many years, the words still choke you despite the break-up being mutual and amicable. Yes, you loved Kit once, and he loved you, but love also has the tendency to be fleeting, and while it was strong between you and Kit for a little while, it left when it was meant to... when it was safe to. Despite yourself and your better judgment, tears sting the backs of your eyeballs, and you blink rapidly to hold them at bay.

“But I still sense the ache in your heart. Why?” Maul asks, his golden stare meets yours, pointed and accusing. You can’t help but frown, and the sorrowful anger that starts to simmer in your chest makes your tears evaporate. Though it doesn’t even get close to boiling over, and instead hums beside your heart.

“It’s hard to admit when love dies, my Lord.” You reply, and you hope you didn’t spit it out as bitterly as you thought you may have, but the tone of your voice seems to be less than a concern for Maul. Surprisingly, he doesn’t seem offended, nor does he seem angered, and instead the crimson Lord has the maturity to dip his head respectfully.

“I... understand. I should not have behaved myself as I did previously.” He finally admits after a long stretch of silence, glancing to the party he stormed out of and then to the dent his fist left on the durasteel railing. The admittance does actually soothe you somewhat, though your heart still bristles at your past relationship being scrutinized and judged.

"No, you shouldn't have. I should never feel the need to defend who I’ve loved, and why I loved them." You reply, arms crossed tight over your chest defensively. Maul frowns, 

"I know, I was-" Maul pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs harshly, "I was just jealous."

He admits it through grit teeth, looking and sounding as though the confession brought him physical pain.

"Why?" You breathe, thinking of all those men, women, and everyone else in between that have, presumably, found themselves in Maul's bed before you. And now you feel jealous yourself, catching him with some arm candy time and time again has worn you down. Anger that had been simmering inside you begins to boil, making your face feel hot.

But guilt does too, because hadn’t you just had to justify your love life to him? Maul shouldn’t have to do the same with you. It’s a nasty mix of too many human emotions that broil inside you and eat at your heart. It feels vindictive.

"You are... important to me." Maul replies, and this time your anger doesn't evaporate the tears behind your eyes, because this time they fall past your lashes before you can stop them. Hastily wiping them away as they fall, you glare at Maul.

"In what way? In a business way? In a friend way? How, Maul?" With each frantic question your voice rises in octave, and the tears keep falling. It’s at this moment, tears streaking down your cheeks, that you realize you’ve never cried in front of Maul like this— let alone anyone. Shame forces you to turn around, fixing your blurry stare on the distant horizon.

Behind you, Maul says your name and it carries in the wind. In your mind, you watch it manifest on the cool night breeze and be carried far away from the Sundari Palace, floating by each skyscraper in its path before being plunged to the ground. After a few long seconds, Maul says your name again and this time something in his voice changes and this time you catch your name in your palms.

“I don’t know who I am to you, Maul.” You say softly, lifting your fingers to your cheeks and wiping away tears and streaks of mascara, “And it hurts because I want to be your—”

A very specific word rests on your tongue, but it’s a word that feels too powerful to say, too much. You swallow it, and instead say, “Because I want to be someone to you.”

“I...” Maul trails off, the begins again, “I am sorry. Truly.”

Footfalls approach you, but you don’t turn around— not even when the heat of Maul’s presence is directly behind you. He sighs, low through his nose, and whispers your name.

“My life holds nothing but danger.” Maul states, and you agree, but don’t when he adds, “If you were in it... There is too much risk. For you.”

“Aren’t I already in it?” You ask in reply, and you know he knows that whatever sense of preservation he has for you has already been compromised by the proximity you have to him. For nearly three years you’ve stood by his side, the excuse of potential enemies getting to him through you is null. Maul sighs again, and this time you can practically see him pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, but...” Maul trails off as you finally turn to face him, and you see his eyes dart to your dewy eyes and the tear streaks on your cheeks. Regret shadows his expression, and a part of you aches and wants to cup his cheek and caress that emotion away. The other part keeps your hands pressed to your sides, unmoving.

“But it would be unsafe for you if I held you any closer.” Maul says, a bitterly wistful tone in his voice, as if he’s cast out an unattainable wish on dandelion seeds thrown to the wind. Your feet draw you closer to him, only a few steps, but it feels like wading through clouds of smoke.

“What if I don’t care?” Your whisper seems to pull Maul to you, as if the question were a fishing line with a hook, reeling him in step by step until he stands before you. He looks down at you, cast in shadow but his face is lit by the lights from inside— A spotlight for two handsome honey eyes and thin lips pulled into a frown.

You can’t pry your eyes away from those lips— their crimson and black plush flesh beckon like red wine and blackberries. They grow nearer when you lean in, and Maul doesn’t pull away— No, he dips his chin, gets closer.

“You should.” Maul’s lips are perilously close to yours, and you so desperately want close that little distance. He breathes, and his exhale is warm on your face. You can’t look away from his gorgeous eyes, and he can’t do the same with you. It’s then you notice he has speckles of hazel in his irises, and that his pupils are ringed in red. Wildfire eyes.

“Mm... I can afford to live on the edge if it’s with you.” Barely following your murmur, Maul smashes his lips to yours, molding his working red and black mouth to your pliant one. He slips his tongue in the second you drop your jaw, and when you gasp, he swallows it. Eyelids fluttering, you brace a hand on his chest, grounding yourself, as Maul slithers a muscled arm around your waist and pulls you in.

Flush against his hot body, his lips and tongue furiously overtaking yours, Maul tastes like the roaring heat of flames and black cherries. The arm he has locked around you squeezes tighter, pulls you in deeper, and you wish that you could simply fall into him. Your knees shake, so Maul plants his feet beside yours and holds you up with all of his body. The low of your back presses against the railing behind you.

“My darling.” Maul murmurs above your lips when the kiss breaks naturally, leaving you both panting for air that you share. The air feels as though it tingles around you, a type of serendipity that warms you to the bone and leaves you feeling as though you’re floating. Maul’s glazed honey irises sparkle with tease that blooms on the lopsided grin that he cracks.

“You taste like starlight and all that is good.” He says, his hand coming to cup your jaw, fingertips brushing your hairline. A smile splits across your face, and you tilt your head into his touch, playfully kissing his thumb that rests near the corner of your lips. Maul watches, hawk-eyed, as you do.

“You taste like warmth and desire.” You purr in reply, purposefully not acknowledging how Maul’s one hand has splayed itself over your hip, how he has shifted closer, his core to yours. His grin turns more boyish, and he tilts his head appraisingly.

“Is that so?” He begins, dipping his face to your neck and placing kisses along your skin, “Would you like to know just how much desire I have for you?”

A shiver goes down your spine at both his words and how his lips stop just beneath your earlobe, where his tongue licks your skin. Trembling, you slide both of your arms around his shoulders, holding him close. Maul kisses down to your collar and then bites the soft part. You let out a squeal that is much more high pitched than you anticipated, and much louder, so Maul hastily presses his mouth to yours.

His low chuckles reverberate in your mouth, stifling the gasping moans you were about to release. Your lips move in tandem, jaws working and teeth nearly gnashing together with the force of the kiss. Maul growls when your fingers curl, pulling at his cloak and robes. When you part, you can barely keep your eyes focused from all the dewy, lusty daze that’s taken you over.

“I’d want you to show me.” You reply, voice husky and teasing, and you grin into the heated kiss that Maul pulls you into. It’s as furious as the one before— desperate, needy— all slick-tongue and swapping spit. You swallow the low growls that Maul let's out, and in turn he devours you— your scent, your kiss swollen lips, each gasp that sounds almost like his name.

The kiss parts ways again, Maul and you catching your breaths, and the second Maul does he licks his lips and smirks.

"Shall we find someplace less open, or would you prefer I ravish you here?" The crimson Zabrak angles his crown of horns to the noisy party just inside, where the light that's cast from the open doors narrowly reaches you and Maul in the shadows. As much as the risk is exciting, your mind is more focused on Maul's bed, where you'd let him do anything and everything to you.

"Your room, please." You say breathily, heart pounding in your chest, accepting with a soft smile the tender kiss Maul sets on your cheek in reply. He straightens up and pulls away from you, setting his shoulders to fix his rustled cloak. You do the same, hastily wiping at your smudged makeup and tidying your skirts.

"Come, my love, let us have a very long night." Maul offers you his hand, and the second your fingers are entwined with his, he sets off. You laugh, needing to smother it once you pass the threshold back into the palace, and do your best to hide your excitement behind a neutral expression. It's more to prevent the gossips, but one glance Maul and yours way would tip off anyone. Especially since Maul keeps sending smoldering looks over his shoulder, squeezing your hand when he does.

It’ll have to be a problem for tomorrow— a fairly impactful problem— but for tomorrow nonetheless. You’re too caught up in the moment and Maul to care.

Your Zabrak Lord guides you through swathes of people, and once he gets to the hallway exit at the other end of the room, Maul offers Savage a nod. The towering yellow Zabrak, who had been standing near the doorway, lifts a brow, then offers a small smirk back. Honestly, you hadn't even known that Maul's brother had attended, considering Savage's immense dislike of large crowds.

“Have fun.” Is Savage’s wry deadpan before his attention is stolen by a gaggle of buzzed Twi’leks who suddenly found themselves latched to his arms. Maul glares in response, and is about to say something snide back, but Savage is all but dragged away by one of the Twi’leks on his arm, her glossy lips pulled into a laugh. Savage sends Maul and you a look that says “Please help”.

Maul turns, and ignores him. Before Maul pulls you out into the hall, you mouth “I’m so sorry” to Savage, just as a turquoise Twi’lek launches himself into Savage’s arms. The yellow Zabrak only stares.

Once in the hall, the relative quiet eats away at the buzz left from the crowd, your racing heartbeat evening itself out. The dim lighting is also a large contrast to inside the room, and the shadows douse you and Maul in muted darkness. Though before you can calm down too much and focus on catching your breath, Maul is all over you once again, his eyes glowing.

“Savage is going to be so mad at us tomorrow.” You say through giggles, letting Maul pull you into his body, in spite of all the eyes potentially watching. He gropes at your soft waist and hips, hands roaming and quick, kneading at your flesh and pulling soft gasps from you, You’re hardly able to keep walking, especially with how Maul has slid a sneaky gloved hand beneath your skirts, rough leather gliding up your thigh, pushing your dress up—

“Maul!” You reprimand, though there’s no bite to it, wriggling in his grasp so that he drops your skirt and gets his fingers away from the hem of your underwear. An Aqualish couple passes by the open doors, and you make very unfortunate eye contact with one of them just as Maul’s gloved hand returns to your hip. They chitter amongst themselves, and you send Maul a withering glare, face hot.

“My apologies.” Maul replies smoothly, absolutely not apologetic, and stealing a kiss as he does. You go to say something else, but Maul unexpectedly doesn’t pull away and inside dips his face to the junction of your neck and shoulder, kissing your skin as he walks you back against the wall. Your bare shoulders touch the cool metal and goosebumps pucker your skin, combined with Maul’s pleasantly hot mouth working a mark on your neck. Hands flying to his chest, you weakly push at him, attempting to pause his advances though he only looms over you further.

“To your room, please.” You whimper, back arching when Maul finishes off sucking at your neck with a small bite. His canines graze your aching skin as he pulls away, the touch having a pleasant sting to it. Maul parts, crimson and black lips brushing against yours as he does.

“My darling.” He repeats that same endearment from earlier, and as before it has you floating amongst clouds, a type of inner tranquility that makes your fingertips tingle and knees quiver. You press close to his warmth— all hard muscle and fine silken robes— hyperfixating on his hand that slides across the low of your back, locking you in place with his arm.

“I’ve never felt this way for someone before.” Maul’s voice barely reaches your ears, as lost in sensations as you are, but they do and you meet his golden eyes to see them filled with something vulnerable. Lifting a hand to caress his cheek, you smile— small, tender, there— and whisper in reply, “I’m so happy to be feeling this with you.”

Maul then grins, the fiery, wolfish one, and squeezes you tighter, then steals your breath away with another ravaged kiss. After a few moments of pure passion, he pulls away and your lips smack.

“I am going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.” Maul growls, the vulgar words so unlike him, but fitting all the same. The blush beneath your skin spreads to your neck and shoulders, making you feel hot all over. The desire plunges in your core, and you stifle an anticipatory moan by biting your bottom lip.

“Let us retire for the night, hm?” Maul teases, quite aware of the effect he’s had on you— all dewy-eyed and flushed under your skin. You nod and hum in reply, craning your head and kissing the underside of Maul’s jaw, the black skin hot, leaving behind kisses with your wet lips. He growls in the back of his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he groans. He begins walking, still tethered to you by hands and mouth.

“Oh, I think we’ll be doing anything but retiring.” You say back, stealing kisses between words, attempting to keep step with Maul at the same time. Somehow, the two of you manage to stumble to the hall where Maul’s room is, on one of the higher levels of the Sundari Palace. He has his arm tight around you, hand groping your ass, and lips locked with yours and somehow Maul manages to open the door.

He pushes you through the threshold, walking you back step by step until the back of your knees hits his bed. Maul wastes no time in hooking an arm under one of your thighs, bringing your knee up to his hip, all while leaning you back to rest on his silken black sheets. You sigh when your spine hits the bed, the soft mattress dipping under your weight. Maul looms over you, his molten gaze appraising as he takes in your disheveled appearance; your hair tussled, lipstick smudged, dress loose at its ties and pushed up your thighs.

“My dear...” Maul purrs, and your breath hitches when his free hand raises, and the straps that hold your dress up go lax by some unseen actor. The Force pours over your body as it pulls at the ties, the bows coming undone, and rolling the top of your dress down past your collar bones. You arch your back just as the fabric stops, brushing your nipples and nearly revealing them.

“Maul, please.” You gasp, squirming before the crimson Zabrak lowers your leg and both his hands glide up your sides to cup your tits from below. His gloved thumbs roll circles on your nipples and the touch hardens them to stiff points, pulling airy breaths from your lips. Maul isn’t gentle with it, not tender, his hands are rough— hurried, almost desperate— and each roll of your nipple or squeeze of your tits promises his burning desire for you.

“Delectable, exquisite.” Maul groans, roughly tugging your dress past your boobs and rumpling it at your waist. He unintentionally breaks the zipper, the small rip catching your ear, but you have no mind to scold him— not as he leans in and sucks at your chest. You cry out as his mouth works a dark mark on your left breast, arching beneath him. Maul growls, climbs on the bed with one knee next to your body and switches to the right breast, nipping a trail on your skin.

He reaches your right nipple, taking it in between his black and red lips and grazing it with his teeth. Maul is rough, but the pleasure in you soars, not even the accidental graze of his sharp canines on your pert nipple phases you. The heat swirls in your belly, like a growing hurricane, and you rub your thighs together to try and relieve the throbbing of your pussy. Maul, even with his ministrations, notices and shifts to place his knee between your legs. Using his thigh and the Force, he pushes your thighs apart and you whine.

“Oh, no no no... none of that, my darling.” Maul tsks, glaring at you beneath heavy eyelids, his stare teasing. He climbs fully onto the bed, one knee keeping your legs spread, the other next to you, hovering above you like a crimson incubus would to the mortal he’s about to ravish. And, oh does Maul look ravishing— his dark cloak falling around his shoulders like a wine-dark wall of shadow, his chest heaving under his robes, and not to mention the swell of his erection pushing against the fabric of his pants.

“I need you, Maul.” You whisper, eyes darting lackadaisically from his fiery stare to the bulge in his trousers that throbs, tempting and mouth-watering. You want to see his swelled cock, want to feel him deep inside you to quell the aching of your core. He seems to hear that train of thought, or at least senses it, because he anchors himself horizontal above you with one hand, and with the other he unzips his fly, a smirk on his lips.

“In due time.” Maul replies, dipping his head to press wet kisses on your sternum, his hand a fist next to your shoulder. You sigh, reveling in his hot touch and the heat that radiates off him in waves, too deliciously pleasant to try and hurry his advances. Maul kisses down your torso, nipping at the pliant flesh of your belly, then to the softness of your hips. You squirm again, gasping, but Maul pays no heed and only bites at the junction of your hip and thigh, hard.

“Maul!” You yelp his name, the pinch of his teeth sharp enough to jolt you, but not too hard that it’s overly painful. He hums a laugh and licks your irritated skin, kissing it in apology before trailing down your thigh with his tongue. Your body trembles when he reaches the smooth curve of your inner thigh, nose pressed against the bulge of your sex. Maul tilts his head, the horn on his temple poking your leg, and inhales deep through his nose.

“Fuck, you smell nectarean.” Maul growls before licking his tongue in a long, languid stripe through your folds. You cry out, his mouth latching onto your labia, his tongue lapping at your wetness, pulling groans from his throat that vibrate your weeping pussy. Maul offhandedly shimmies his shoulder beneath your thigh, diving in deeper as he does. He tongues your wet, pulsing slit, toying with the sensitive opening.

“I’ve dreamt of this— Of you— for far too long.” He murmurs between frenzied, open-mouth sucks and kisses on your cunt— your mind almost too gone to cognize what he’s saying. But the words register, and as Maul lifts your other thigh over his shoulder, your calves straddling his back, you ask breathily, “How long?”

Maul looks up at you from, a very pensive look suddenly written across his face. Your heart pangs when he turns his head to press his nose against your inner thigh, where he sighs onto your skin.

“A coward’s eternity.” The self-deprecating jab is juxtaposed by the apologetic, soft kiss he leaves on your leg and the heat of his body so near yours. It’s then you realize that he has nothing to apologize for, and that you would’ve waited for all of time, just for him.

“I see no cowards here,” You begin, voice a low whisper before you allow a broad smile to blossom across your face, “But I do see a very handsome Zabrak lord between my legs.”

Maul grins, his teeth grazing your thigh’s skin, and he nips at your flesh. It causes you to jerk and giggle, doing so again when he continues to nip and bite, very lightly, at your inner thighs. 

You continue, a laugh in your throat, “A Zabrak lord who is also unimaginably bull-headed, so that’s why he took so long—!”

Unexpectedly, Maul bites a bit harder and you yelp, knee twitching as Maul holds his teeth on your skin and sucks. The hickey he leaves is dark and near-pulsing on your skin, and while it’s sore, the pain doesn’t phase you. If anything, the slight sting and Maul’s hungry eyes do the exact opposite. Your lips curl into a seductive smirk.

“Show me how much you’ve wanted this.” And with that, you tilt your hips, pushing your wet cunt up, like your some wanton Loth cat in heat. Maul all but snarls with a type of ferocity that he usually levels at those dare cross him. But here, in his bed between your soft thighs, the challenge is seeing just how loud he can make you scream for him.

“Gladly.” He hisses, and then his mouth his back on your throbbing pussy with a fervor, his tongue swirling your clit. You arch your back with a low moan, choking on air when Maul latches his lips around your sensitive bud and sucks, his contented hums reaching your ears. His tongue dips, teases your slit, then licks through your folds, then repeats.

"Ma—aul!" You weep his name, hands fumbling until your fingers lace between his horns. He breathes a laugh when you pull his face closer to your dripping core, hastening his ministrations when you cry out again. Maul places one of his hands on your thigh to hold you open, for him, his delectable meal unmatched.

Your chest is heaving, the feel of Maul's lips and tongues nearly too much to bear over the tight coil building up in your belly. Maul angles his jaw and the sloppy, open mouth kisses, akin to a hound lapping up its meal, have your thighs quivering. You squeeze your eyes shut so tight you see stars, eyebrows furrowed, your pussy throbbing and throbbing...

"I'm gonna—" You pant, airy and high-pitched, "I'm gonna... cum!"

You wail, Maul's fingers squeezing your thigh muscle hard, and come like you've never had before. Even though your eyes are closed, it's like all you see is a blinding light, each of your senses gone into hyperdrive. Wetness gushes from your cunt and soaks Maul's working mouth. He growls again, grinding his raging boner to the mattress as your thighs squeeze around his head as you ride out your orgasm, hips bucking unconsciously.

It’s as the last of the stars behind your eyes fade do you realize Maul has taken to licking up every last drop of your release. Your legs are shaking, inner thighs and sex glossy and sticky, and Maul is in the midst of it all, purring with satisfaction. Weakly, you lift your head to gaze down at him, bleary-eyed, and he offers you a cheeky grin, a dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“I must say, my dear, you taste quite good.” He says, planting a kiss on your hot, still pulsing pussy lips, causing you to whimper. The Zabrak kisses your clit and you gasp, and he continues with utmost pride, “And I must say that I am quite proud of myself for attaining such a dessert.”

That pulls a laugh from your throat, one that Maul smothers after he’s kissed up your body and locked his lips with yours. It’s scandalous, the way that you taste the tang of yourself on his tongue, how you moan when you notice it. Maul hums into your mouth, a low rumble that you feel in his chest, where your hands fall to tug at his clothes.

“And why are you still wearing all your heavy robes hm?” You tease, kissing Maul’s chin, then the sharp edge of his jaw, all while you unclip one of the clasps of his cloak. He meets your stare and undoes the other, unceremoniously tossing the cloak to the floor. You watch with bated breath as he rises above you and slowly pulls off his robes, revealing his beautiful skin and muscle.

Maul’s bare chest is no stranger to you, but the rest of his torso is often covered by his wide belts. Now, you somewhat understand why— a jagged, gruesome scar travels from his right side to his navel, a line of swollen red flesh that mars his midnight tattoos. You’ve heard snippets of what happened to him from Savage, but looking at what the damage had caused, Maul’s injury is worse than anything you had ever imagined.

“Does it disgust you?” Maul asks quietly, and you jolt, embarrassment flooding you when you realize that you’ve been staring for much too long. There’s an emotion you can’t read on his face, one halfway between sadness and shame. Shaking your head, you hastily sit up so that you’re level with Maul, placing an apologetic kiss to his sternum.

“No! Never.” You insist, shuffling close, your hands gliding down to Maul’s tapered waist, then to his belly. He stiffens when your fingers reach the scar, and out of the corner of your eye you see his hand twitch, as if it was going to snatch your wrists and stop you. They don’t, and your palms come to rest on his scar, one of your pinky fingers brushing his belly button.

“Nothing about you disgusts me.” You say in earnest, leaning down and kissing the marred skin between your hands. Maul sucks in a sharp breath, and with your head so close to his body you can hear his hearts pound in his chest, powerful like two steady drums. You smile against his skin, taking this moment to kiss the scar again, then below it, then another below the last. Before long, you’ve followed the V point of his Adonis belt to just above his waistband.

“Minx.” He growls, grabbing you somewhat roughly by your chin and halting your advances. You pout, his swelled erection beneath his pants taunting you— so close, yet so far. Maul swipes his thumb across your bottom lip, humming.

“I want to suck you off, Maul.” You whimper, Maul’s hand gripping your jaw tighter, angling your head up. His eyes are pools of liquid magma, a fire so bright within that it almost hurts to look directly at them— like staring into the twin suns of Tatooine, but you can’t help but bask in their light. His black-tipped fingers are warm on your skin like coals.

“... How kind.” Maul purrs after a stretch of quiet, caressing your cheek, “But tonight I ravish you.”

An invisible force suddenly pulls you flat on your back and flush against the mattress, a yelp escaping you. It holds you firm and unmoving on the bed, an intangible aura trapping your wrists above your head. Maul licks his lips, smirking at how you quiver under the Force’s hold, all due to him.

“My darling,” He continues, leaning in and placing kisses to your heaving chest as he’d done before, “This is all for you— I am all for you.”

A whine passes your kiss-swollen lips when Maul sucks another dark mark onto your skin, all while he climbs atop you. As he does, Maul shimmies out from his pants until the black fabric falls to his knees— revealing his length in all its glory.

Of course he hadn’t worn underwear, instead opting for the more breathable— and wicked— alternative of forgoing them. Your body practically quakes with the anticipatory excitement that floods you when you see Maul’s cock. A perfect shaft, the length of it swollen and tattooed like the rest of him, uncut and rosy at it’s tip. A gift from his Zabrak biology, Maul’s erection has three visible ridges, each wider than the last until the base of it. Dribbles of precum slide down the slit in a way that makes you whimper.

“Maul.” You almost sob his name, moaning when you see his heavy balls between his legs, “Please.”

Maul groans at your needy, desperate plea— restraining himself from going all in and ending the session too quickly. One of his arms slithers beneath your waist while the other hand anchors itself next to your shoulder. In his grasp, your overheated body is nothing compared to his hotness, like the Zabrak before you is the physical embodiment of the sun.

“All for you.” Maul repeats through grit teeth and a low groan, his hips pressing closer, the tip of his cock hot and heavy at your weeping pussy. You cry out when he thrusts in— only the tip— your slit accommodating to his size. The stretch is neither painful nor too much— Maul is a perfect fit and there’s nothing that couldn’t pass your dripping entrance. You angle your hips, and his cock slips in past the first ridge and you moan at the exquisite stretch.

A bead of sweat at his brow from holding in for so long, Maul’s lips pull into a snarl and he takes your eagerness and lack of pain as a go ahead. In one thrust of his pelvis, he spears you on his cock and knocks the wind from your lungs. You scream, fully engrossed in how your walls flutter around his erection, especially at how each ridge practically caresses the most sensitive parts of you.

Maul roars himself, the throaty growl tapering out into a near-pitiful moan of your name, and then he pulls his hips back, and thrusts back in with a fervor. The wet squelch is heard even over your airy moans, and as Maul picks up speed, his concentration falters and your wrists are freed from their invisible shackles. As Maul’s face falls to the side of your neck, your hands grasp at his head.

Fingers wringing his horns, an overwhelming ecstasy overtaking you, a harmonic rhythm is reached— Maul’s hips smack against yours wetly, his cock splitting you open and you, pussy throbbing and clenching around his pistoning length. You tug at his horns, eyes lolled up, begging him silently Kiss me, Maul, kiss me.

You Zabrak acknowledges, and his lips find yours— sloppy, no sense of decorum— all until you’re breathing the air he exhales, and tasting what he tastes of. Bodies rocking in time, the coil in your belly returns quickly, growing tighter and tighter with each sin push and wicked pull of his cock in your core. He groans when you clench around him, squeezing his aching length like a vice and stoking the fire in his belly as well.

“Maul.” You manage to gasp his name between kisses, tears of pleasure pricking your eyes, “Maul!”

“Yours.” He pants to the skin of your cheek, his breath hot and damp, all before he croaks a groan as if its been ripped from his throat and his rhythm stutters. You squeak, toes curling, your peak quickly approaching as you drag one hand down to clasp tight over the back of his neck. The muscle and tendons are taut under your fingers.

It’s then that Maul brings his hand out from under you, fingers sliding over your sweaty, overheated skin, all to reach your pulsing, swollen clit. His thumb finds the bundle of nerves and rubs circles, and you scream his name— eyes flying wide, body jerking— and the heat in your belly soars. Maul smashes his lips to yours again in a searing kiss as he thrusts harder, faster, rolls your clit under his thumb as if his life depends on it.

The harmonic rhythm breaks into something erratic, frantic— wild like two beasts in the wilderness, or two frenzied people chasing their heart’s desires. His mouth breaks away from yours, his pelvis snaps against you, just as the spring inside you snaps, and you come with a silent scream that breaks into a hoarse squeal.

It’s a better orgasm than the first— a gush of wetness between your thighs and coating Maul’s cock, vision going black until the stars of midnight show, muscles tensing and shaking with the force of it—

“Ungh!” Maul chokes when your pussy clenches so tight around his dick that it actually stops his undulating hips and pushes him to orgasm, pulling his full balls up tight to his body. Still high in the clouds, you whimper when you feel Maul’s fire-hot cum shoot into you with a hard spurt, coating your inner sex in liquid gold. One, two, three more ropes of cum enter you, each brought by a hard snap of Maul’s hips to yours, until his testicles are drained and his pistoning hips slow to a shallow grind.

In the midst of your foggy mind, you have it in you to rub your hands up and down Maul’s tense back, gently massaging each muscle. The action grounds the both of you, the rhythmic glides and smoothness of your hands pulling you both back from your highs. As your orgasm fades and your vision refocuses, you meet Maul’s stare.

His eyes are dewy, as if he’s just woken up, but you can recognize that deep, pleasant satisfaction from anywhere. You smile, a big, dopey one as if you’ve taken too much spice, and Maul does the same— the wide one, dimples and all. Your hands stop to rest on the backs of his shoulders, thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles on his slightly sweaty skin.

“Oh, my darling.” Maul’s voice is surprisingly gentle, warm, and he swoops in for another breathless kiss, “I am yours forever.”

This kiss is soft, gentle on your overworked and achy lips, but so tender in its nature you practically preen at the attention. Maul reaches up to brush strands of hair from your face, ones that stuck to your damp temples, and you kiss him in thanks. His cock, still nestled within you, twitches.

“I’m so happy with you, Maul. No words can describe it.” You murmur, head lolling to the side as the crimson Zabrak kisses the side of your neck, as well as each mark he left on your skin. He hums in reply, kissing beneath your earlobe as his chest begins to rumble with purrs.

“I feel the same.” Maul says, and he shifts his body, his cock dragging against your hypersensitive walls and causing you to gasp in pleasure. Your grip on his shoulder tighten, and Maul laughs low in his throat. His blistering gaze meets yours, suddenly looking very much as he had earlier.

“May we continue our... bonding experience?” He teases, rocking his body once just to gage how you react to his swelling erection. You gasp and throw your head back into the inky sheets below you, legs drawing up to your body until your thighs find a home on Maul’s waist.

He must have no refractory period, but the way his warm, hard body and the sinful way you feel his seed leak from you makes you buzz with energy. From your head to your toes, you desire Maul like no other. You lift your head off the mattress, and grin coquettishly. 

“The night has just begun.” You say cockily, and before you can even take your next breath, Maul has smothered your lips with his. Muffled giggles, soft moans, and the shuffles of sheets and clothes fill the room— carrying out to the night sky through the open windows, on the breeze that the floor-length blinds shiver in— like two bodies tethered with one another.

Indeed, the night is very long.

And it is immensely hard to walk the next day.

[ichigomis]

hiii :D so I was wondering if you could do osamu, suna, Kita, akaashi if their s/o was an kpop fan (: like how would their reaction be etc just head cannons of it

HIAKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU'RE A KPOP FAN

with: osamu, suna, kita, akaashi

notes: aaaaAAAAAA ohmygod this really brought me back to my kpop days when i'd cry over pcs aka a card with a face printed on it :') this was really fun nonnie thanks for the request!

❊ OSAMU

definitely learned how to make you an inkigayo sandwich when you asked him

and yes you slipped your number in there just for fun

he didn't understand why smh

caught you staying up to catch the release of a music video more than once

"why can't you just watch it tomorrow?"

"you don't understand, it won't be the same."

you showed him this picture of wonho and told him he looks exactly like that when he's working at the restaurant

he was so happy about it and started wearing more clothes like that for you and it's so rogebrnuighreiughidsjuigh

still wonders why you have a whole album dedicated solely for your bias and why you don't delete those photos despite you having no memory on your phone,,

once heard you screaming because your bias changed their hair color and he doesn't get what's the big deal rognriuhgure

you've definitely asked him to try a more daring hair color like maybe pink or bright blue

he will never go down that road again

will actually dance with you to some songs and you'd teach him the choreo and he'd try his best and it's juST SO CUTE 🥺

❊ SUNA

accidentally (not) stumbled upon your fan account and followed you under an alias just for fun riuegneurhguer

and yes, he's seen your thirst posts he gets it

and yes, he's also seen that fic you've been reading smhh

lowkey actually listens to kpop and explored korean music after you introduced him to it!

OKAY HEAR ME OUT BUT HE LISTENS TO DEAN, DPR LIVE, AND RAD MUSEUM I JUST SEE IT

once used your lightstick as a back scratcher just to spite you LMAO

saw you watch the same MV for days on end and he's just so done

he lets you use his phone for streams 💪

LAUGHS at you when you start singing in korean because he knows you're most probably not singing it right

actually sings with you when the english lyrics come on

IS SO ANNOYED THAT YOU SOMETIMES ANSWER THE PHONE WITH "YEOBOSEYO" 💀💀

goes with you to buy merch when there's a pop-up store and everyone just stares at him because he always dresses like an idol in the airport 😭😭😭😭😭 he's so hot

❊ KITA

does not understand the logic behind photocards and is genuinely concerned by how much you spend on them 💀

heard you practicing your fanchants once and he thought you were rapping HAHAHAHAAHA

knows who your bias is and also knows their birthday, blood type, favorite food, and position. he doesn't know what the info is for but he just knows

watched a stage performance with you once and was so confused when you'd watch it again and again

"why are we watching it again?"

"i didn't see the others last time! i need to focus on each one ㅠㅠ"

you brought him to one of your fav's concerts once and he has seen this whole other side of you frhuigrehger

he finally gets what fanchants are for

"ah so that's what you were rapping before" 💀💀💀

sometimes glares at that pillow/poster/picture of your bias when you're not looking hhhhhh

nothing serious he's just like "why tf is that there"

actually got into korean skincare when you introduced him and now he uses that aloe vera gel and face masks you got hm

listens to your favorite kpop songs on the daily so he can sing them with you 🥺

❊ AKAASHI

cannot tell your favs apart but knows all their names like ???

"oh yeah, i saw a poster of mark earlier."

"which mark..." 💀

is actually really fascinated you learned hangul just for fun like honey that's a whole language

HE PROOFREADS YOUR FICS UR NOT EVEN SHY ABOUT IT ANYMORE

"i don't think it's possible to pin someone so hard on a door..."

"what? but it's hot,,"

got a bit pouty when he saw that you had a pc on your phone instead of a picture of him PUT HIS PICTURE INSTEAD THERE THIS BABY WILL BE SAD

once bought you the latest album of your fav and you love him for that like he actually took the time to research and it look for it 🥺

LOVES WATCHING KDRAMA WITH YOU

he said he was there for the plot

mhm okay plot you two have been binging park seo joon i don't think he's just there for the plot rgnrognrjgner

YOU MOST DEF TAUGHT HIM HOW TO DO AEGYO AND HE'S SO GOOD AT IT LIKE RIOGNROEIGNO

but he'd never do it in front of anyone else rgenrgnrgerjg

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[midnight-on-pluto]

Hello! I was wondering if your asks were open, if not that's totally fine.

If you could, comfort headcannons, and scenarios, for bakugo, midoriya, kirishima, denki, todoroki and shinso where the reader finds the boys crying because of an insecurity they have or something like that. And then the reader comforts them and let's them cry it out, reassuring the boys and making them feel loved. Thank you!

Reader is gn, if you may.

Comforting them masterlist

A/N: Yes! This is so cute and I was literally going to write one the other way we must be in sync 😙😙 but here you go!! Added Iida just to make things all even 💕 Sorry this took so long i almost finished and then tumblr DELETED EVERYTHING UGHH and Todoroki’s was so long (it still is but BUTTS)

Warning: insecure MHA boys, crying,

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𓆝 You had found Midoriya in the UA library, silently crying in a study room off to the side. It was heartbreaking really, seeing the usually bright and bubbly boy with red puffy eyes and sniffling back any tears left to come. He quickly wiped the tears away, apologizing and getting ready to leave before you called out to him. “Midoriya, are you okay?” He gave you his signature smile, bright and big as ever, but the facade was quickly brought down by a frown and more tears. His knees buckled below him and you had to lunge forwards to catch him.

“No,” his words were broken, cracking as his sobs came through. You held him tightly, feeling his head shuffle closer into your neck. “I’m sorry, it’s just…. everyone here is so strong, and they know exactly what they’re doing” He finally got a sentence out. “How come I’m so useless? I can’t be a hero…” Your heart broke at his words, then broke once more hearing him start sobbing again.

“Izuku, you’re the most fit of all of us,” you told him. “You’re so determined and strong, you’re willing to injure yourself permanently to protect someone you barely know, just because that’s who you are.” You heard him sniffle and pull away from you. His green eyes searched yours, puffy and red as tears welled in his eyes. “Izuku you’re the definition of a hero.” A smile formed on his face and he hugged you again, thanking you. He wasn’t crying anymore, but you still stayed. His arms wrapped around your neck while he calmed down.

𓆝 You hadn’t seen Iida since his match, worried you’d searched everywhere to no avail. Defeated, you met up with Midorya and Uraraka, huffing as you asked if they knew where Iida was. “His family called,” Uraraka said. “Some emergency, it didn’t seem too good.” You nodded, becoming increasingly worried at how Iida might be feeling.

Laying in bed that night you couldn’t help but worry about where he could be, mind racing with how he must be feeling. Silent footsteps in the hallway took your attention, wondering who else could be up at this hour. Sneakily, you opened your door to take a peek. Your eyes slightly adjusting to the dark, you noticed Iida figure walking shakily down the hall.

“Iida?” You called in a whisper. He stopped, turning to look at you. With the soft light from your room and your adjusting eyes you could barely see his face, however it was clear to you how he was crying. Immediately you rushed over, engulfing his body in a hug as he silently broke down in the hall. “Shhh, Iida it’s okay.” You reassured, bring you both to the floor. “You’re okay, I promise. Everything will be fine.”

𓆝 It wasn’t often Todoroki got insecure. There was the off day he hated his scar, the pink tissue a constant reminder of how he’d hurt his mother. He barely looked in the mirror, never touched it, and ignored any questions people had about it, but it wasn’t like he was insecure, right?

As soon as the blue haired third year spoke to him he knew the words that came from her mouth. “How’d you get that scar?” He ignored the question, bringing a hand up to touch the scar. Immediate regret and sadness welled inside him, the permanent mark residing just under his fingertips. He was in a bad mood the rest of the day, snapping at anyone who spoke to him and grumbling lightly under his breath. This made him hurt more, especially when you bounded happily over to him, asking if he could be your partner for a school project. “Why,” he scowled, pushing past you harshly and making you stumble back. He already felt bad, but the way he’d spoke to you made his heart flow with regret.

He stayed in his room that night. No one had come in, calling him out for dinner or scolding him for the way he’d spoken today. He’d pushed everyone away, left alone with the stupid scar. Tears welled in his eyes before he finally broke down. Silent tears flowing as soft cries came from his mouth. There was a knock from his door, which stopped his tears as he stared at the wood. “Todoroki?” Your voice called. “I’m coming in, is that okay?” He never responded but you still pushed his door open.

Immediately you took in his state. Red eyes and tears falling from his bicoloured eyes. Hands shaking in his lap as his mouth contorted from a frown into a false smile. You ran towards him, falling into his arms as you squeezed him closer. You felt his face find solace in your neck, tears wetting your skin. His body shook in quiet sobs as he spoke. “Why?” He asked again. “Why would you want me as your partner? I have this disgusting scar on my face.” You pulled away after his sentence, looking intently at his eye. Your face softened and you leaned forward, placing a kiss to the boiled skin. He froze, eyes widening at your touch. When you pulled away, tracing the mark with your fingers, he leaned closer to your touch. “Shoto, your scar isn’t ugly, it makes you strong.” You told him. His eyes closed and a smile formed on his face, you wiped away the access tears. “How could you ever think that about yourself?”

𓆝 Bakugo was aloof, angry, and loud. That’s why, when you walked into the dark, empty room, you never expected to see your fiery friend sitting on the floor. His body shook with tears, being quiet as you’ve ever seen him. Cautiously you made you way to him, not sure if comfort is something he wanted right now. You placed a careful hand on his shoulder, practically hovering over him. “Bakugo?” You questioned softly. He stopped crying for a moment before turned to look at you. His pale cheeks had become red, tears staining the soft skin. His eyes were red, almost puffy as they pleaded for you.

You threw your books to the side, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close. You felt his hands come up to your arms, reaching from behind him. His touch was soft as he pulling you closer, nuzzling into you. “How could any of you like me?” He asked. “I snap at you, yell, I’m a horrible person. It wouldn’t surprise me if all of you just hated me.” His words broke you, making small tears fall from your eyes and onto the back of his neck. You sniffled, tugging him even closer, if it was really possible.

“Bakugo, what do you mean?” You asked into his neck. “Do you really think Kirishima and Kaminari would’ve spent all that time trying to be your friend, if they hated you? Do you think Deku would strive to be better than you, be stronger than you, if he didn’t look up to you? Do you really think I’d be here, if I wasn’t your friend, if i didn’t like you?” He quieted at your words, taking them in before shaking his head. You moved to face him, curling onto his lap before wrapping your arms around his front. “Bakugo, no one here hates you, and there’s nothing you can do to change that.” He wrapped his own arms around you, holding you closely as he whispered thanks into your neck.

𓆝 Kirishima wore his heart on his sleeve. Telling Bakugo he loved him, even if he only got grumbles back, always being happy, telling people how he truly feels and doing everything he can for those of 1-A. So when the perky, cheery red boy had knocked on your door, tears filling his eyes as he pulled you close to him, you were surprised to hear he was hurting too.

His tears wet the sweater you wore, barely audible sentences flowing from his mouth. “I’m not as strong as any of you,” you caught his words. “Everyone here will become a great hero and I’ll just be stuck behind, never growing.” He poured his heart out to you, clinging onto your body as the words left his lips.

“What do you mean?” You questioned. “Kiri, you’re the strongest here. I envy everything you do, everyone loves you, you have such a strong quirk, you could take every punch or attack with just your skin alone. Kiri, you are strong, and you have some of the most development of any of us here.” He pulled away to look at you, eyes full of love. “You mean it?” He asked. You nodded, pulling him close as you nuzzled into him. “I do.”

𓆝 You looked into Kaminari’s eyes. The tears falling from them hitting the floor as he spoke. “I’m gonna fail this test, God why am I the dumbest here!” This wasn’t a new occurrence, you desperately tried to study with the electric boy and he always ended up crying. But this time was different, this time he really meant it.

You stared blankly at him, confused. He continued, “I’m the dumbest in this class! I can’t do anything, I’ll never be a hero at this rate.” You were quick to hug him, falling blankly on his lap as his eyes widened. Suddenly you felt his arm wrap and your waist and a finger tilt your head up. Tears still stained his cheeks but a smirk stayed plastered on his face.

“Hey babe,” he spoke. “Wanting some attention there?” Immediately you groaned and sat back up. “Did you really just switch from crying just to flirt with me?” You asked, slightly disappointed. “If all I had to do was cry to get you on my lap, I would’ve done it much sooner.” He leaned closer to you. Only Denki Kaminari would ruin you trying to comfort him, sorry. Please slap him and let him study alone next time smh

𓆝 Shinsou wasn’t one to show how he felt often. So having him crying in your arms felt slightly comforting. His sobs shook his body and he clung to you. Silently he ranted to you, trying hard not to cry harder.

“I can’t be a hero, everyone thinks I’m a villain.” He spoke. “Why does everyone just assume that? It’s not my fault….” You held him close, letting him cry softly in your shoulder. “Shinsou, you’re the most heroic of anyone.” You told him.

He looked up at you, tears spilling from his violet eyes. “You want to protect these people from the person they think you are, you get no gratitude, barely any respect, yet you still want to protect the people who’ve hurt you most. That’s the most heroic thing I’ve ever heard.” He smiled, a real smile, before hugging you once more and wiping his tears away.