#can’t even use it for a birthday smh

[afloweroutofstone]

My workplace offering “floating PTO for religious/cultural holidays” which we don’t already have off is discrimination against me, an atheist with no children and no discernible culture besides “American.” They better at least grant me May Day and 4/20

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

Birthday boy

*little Trevor Zegras x best friend (👀) reader insta edit for his birthday**

yourusername

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Yourusername happy birthday Fucker  

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📌 Yourusername I’m just joking, happy birthday to the best friend a girl could ask for!! 🫶

TrevorZegras wow, really feeling the love

jamie.drysdale you know what you did 

TrevorZegras no I dont?! 

jamie.drysdale right, it’s what you didn’t do

Yourusername ☝️

Jackhughes happy birthday Z

TrevorZegras at least someone appreciates me

Yourusername did he feed post for you?

TrevorZegras now that you say that…..

Yourusername Doesn't even use your full name

Youusername not even a story post either smh 

JackHughes I’m busy!!

Yourusername this is why I’m the supreme best friend not you

JackHughes Trevor!! Tell her she’s wrong

TrevorZegras I can’t

Jackhughes what does she have over you?

Jamie.drysdale too much lol

Anaheimducks our favourite swiftie finally hit his TS birthday 

Yourusername that he did

ColeCaufield Feeling 22

Yourusername wow Cole, so original

ColeCaufield we were all thinking it!!!

Yourusername but only you said it

TaylorSwift happy birthday Trevor!!

Jamie.drysdale what the hell?

TrevorZegras………

Yourusername did I not tell you we’re friends

TTerry19 He’s sat in his stall gaping like a fish. You’ve shut him up for once

Yourusername Thanks for the update Troy

_alexturcotte That won’t last long

TrevorZegras 5 years we’ve been friends 

MasonMctavish23 oh Jesus, here we go

jackHughes The betrayal speech?

Masonmctavish23 yes sir

Yourusername is he monologuing yet?

Masonmctavish23 unfortunately 

Shattdeuces hes recording it because he's too worked up to type it for you rn

yourusername 😂 I've heard it before

_quinnhughes Happy birthday annoying brother #6

Yourusername Quinn I love you for that

lhughes_06 Happy birthday Zeegs, can we circle back to this? Who the hell are #3-5

Yourusername I’m assume Turcs is in there somewhere 

_quinnhughes yep, Alex & Cole & Dylan

lhughes_06 what?

Dylanduke.25 I’m honoured 

User16 Trevors in best friend jail 🤣

User72 wonder what he did

User12 the comment section correction

User22 no one seems to have noticed it😂

Yourusername They saw it, they’re just choosing not to acknowledge it

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TrevorZegras best birthday present I could’ve asked for #upgrades #shesmygfnow 

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Yoruusername that has to be the lamest hashtag ever. Are you 12?

Masonmctavish23 mentally yes

Yourusername true

Jamie.drysdale can’t believe it

_alexturcotte FINALLY!!

Jackhughes the gc is going wild rn

Jamie.drysdale so ours!!

Colecaufield he actually did it?

jamie.drysdale 30 minutes ago, I’ll send you the video

Jackhughes me too!

_quinnhughes just add him to the GC 

Yourusername that’s why youre the smart one Quinn

_quinnhughes thanks. Good luck with him 

Yoruusername oh hes a handful 😏

Jamie.drysdale yuck

mattboldy couldn’t have waited 2 fucking weeks Trev?

_alexturcotte oh shit, I won!!

Cam.York damnit!

ColeCaufield I was off by two days😭

TrevorZegras You were betting on us? 😦

Jackhughes duh

Anaheimducks obviously 

Colecaufield dude you’ve been in love with her since high school

Yourusername it gets reevaluated every 4 months for new dates

_johnbeecher we're on the 10th round I think

TrevorZegras yourusername YOURE IN ON IT?

Yourusername to quote one Jack Hughes “duh”

TrevorZegras dont bring him into this!! 

Yourusername You wouldn’t get your head out of your ass! I could’ve at least made some money from it

TrevorZegras you could’ve made a move!!

Yourusername nah why would I do that

jamie.drysdale you could just have this conversation. You’re sitting across from each other

Yourusername shut it Jim

TrevorZegras yeah, zip it

User24 the Ducks admin betting on Trevors love life wasn’t on my bingo card 

Anaheimducks Its the whole team!! 

TrevorZegras Jesus how many people are actually involved?

Yourusername Secretary Alex?

_alexturcotte at this date, 65

TrevorZegras WHAT!!

Yoruusername yep, you’ve just made Lex a very rich man

Tterry19 atta boy!!

Masonmctavish23 be honest, its just so you can meet TSwizzle

TrevorZegras shhhh 

Yourusername 🤨

TrevorZegras I’m joking, I love you very much 

Yourusername 😌

User727 always thought they’d be a good couple

User71 best friends to lovers? Elite trope

User02 FINALLY!!! I’ve been waiting for this!

User542 Bestie we all have!!

User98 65 people betting 😮

User62 I’m just wondering how much Turcotte will actually make

Yourusername it’s at least 4 figures! Everyone had different amounts

Xxx

[shit-talk-turner]

You started this blog in 2021 talking about people private lives and you don’t see the issue? And the person who thinks it’s disgusting is the crazy one? Shitting on someone for years is normal fan behavior. Very normal. I don’t know if you realize but your fav band hates you. Like for real. And they wish people like you didn’t exist. People who keep reminding them of their traumas and previous relationships. As long as it’s not on instragram it’s okay? You think they’re all stupid and have no idea smh so it doesn’t affect them. ITS FUCKING CRINGE. MATT LITERALLY CALLED YOU OUT. You keep treating Amanda like she’s stupid and you think we can’t tell. He didn’t get mad for fun but you’re a fucking psychopath so yeah, FEELINGS? what’s that? It was just w joke chill out Matt. Why so mad. Every little hint, innocent take, speculation, and even indirects you make here add up to one narrative.

You wanna do everything in your power to get some sort of reaction and then make them look stupid for reacting. Gaslighting masters, that’s for sure. But you can’t get banned for a little gossip blog. So fuck people’s feelings. I hope you’re gonna regret it one day. Genuinely. I hope you’ll somehow end up in a difficult position in your life just for entertainment of 1,000 different people. For 3 or more years. And never break, never get sad. Always pretend like you don’t see it and don’t care. Never react. Or else you’re overreacting. Because they’re rich, they’ll get over it. Are you even a human? Fuck me if I’m wasting my time. I don’t care to be called insane. But I do see other and healthier ways for entertainment. There’s plenty of them. But for some unknown reason, making fun of one particular girl for 3 years is top tier comedy for you. Her feelings are invalid. Only your entertainment matters and that’s it. You don’t see her as human and it shows. Every single day. You question her love for her own family when she goes for vacation. Or when she wishes her sister a Happy Birthday. Everything she does is somehow a cunning plan? Because 10k followers she gained from posting a picture is truly life changing and you think it’s all she cares for. You’re projecting your own empty life on someone else. Maybe you’re the one here who would do everything for some insta followers and you think everyone else thinks that way. Jesus. No. Dating a musician is not a „fairytale” that makes all your problems go away. This blog is obviously full of fangirls who want the „rockstar gf” experience. You’re pressed because you’re jealous. So admit it. You have your own little fantasy how easy it must be - all the money, free shows and travelling. And that’s enough for you. Because you’re the one here being shallow. Projection at its best. Wanna know what happens once you reach 130,000 followers? Wow, such big number. You get more business offers that’s for sure. You can use them or ignore them. And that’s about it of the good part. The rest is pretty annoying. You gain thousands of gremlins calling you talentless, fashionless, fake and of course, CHERRY ON TOP, accuse you of destroying your partner’s life or mental health? How lovely. You FORCE this narrative here almost every day so don’t call me crazy, I swear to god. „Your boyfriend is unhappy with you and to prove it, here’s a video of him meeting a fan.” Because being nice to a fan ONCE means love. You posted one fan from(sorry I don’t remember the country) here multiple times. And for what? You actually believe he’s in love with a fan or you just desperately wanna make her jealous. And use whatever you find to throw at her face. All that because she doesn’t post enough „happy pictures” for some gremlins. Now ignore it, don’t show it, pretend like no one sees it and instead answer to a 5 more shady Anons with „^^” so it doesn’t look like agreeing but somehow fits the narrative. Everything’s fine. People are just crazy. Call me insane 10 times. I don’t care. I stand by it no matter what you call me. Insane, delusional or that I see things that aren’t here? (My fav part). I see all the links, names and „speculations” and what you try to say by them. You just have one powerful thing about you here which is kinda annoying. You know how to make someone look like a bad person and pretend like „its not me, it’s them”. So it’s always „we’re gonna be bad but not too bad just in case”, only to protect your ass. And you call it „morality”. But I see it. Other people see it. It’s there. Try to say „Alex is happy with Louise” and get it posted here without being ridiculed. Mission impossible. If you wasted 3(?) years of your life here, I’m okay with wasting 2 weeks, doesn’t seem as bad. Really. I won’t be repeating myself for 3 years just like you do here so don’t tell me about wasting time. Fuck your gaslighting, at least the numbers don’t lie.

dude you’ve been here for days sending these kinds of asks. Is there someone we can call for you?

[ovaruling]

once again i’m here to report that it’s sooo ridiculously easy to veganize popular recipes esp in baking

i made a chocolate birthday cake today from a sallysbakingaddiction recipe and veganized it

which feels like too much credit already bc literally all i had to swap was—i used an egg replacer (i had aquafaba/white bean liquid ready to use but i ended up having a powdered egg replacer and even if i hadn’t had those i’d have used a flax egg or any other of 10 kinds of alternatives for binders) and then in place of buttermilk i just put 1 tsp lemon juice in 1 cup of soy milk and it was flawless

that’s IT. i had to substitute 2 things. that is fucking it

the cake is insanely beautiful and i haven’t even frosted it yet. it baked up gorgeously (it’s a super thin batter and a delicate cake even prior to substitutions). i even plucked a small bite off the top of one layer and i almost DIED it was so delicious and i can’t wait to eat it tomorrow (i will report back afterward)

but my point is it’s so stupidly easy to make things like this vegan without sacrificing a single taste or texture difference. at most it takes 3 seconds of googling how to replace a whopping 2 ingredience smh

[spookyserenades]

hi second part 👋🏼

hobi- just remembered this, when y/n, Ben, Alice, and Laura text about how hot the hybrids are I thin mainly hobi omg they cracked me up sm. The im married not blind part was so funny 😂

jimin- i don’t remember much from the chapter in September I don’t think we saw much of him but in this recent chapter OMG he was such a sweet pea!!! Y/n really went all out getting his HORSE shipped here. And jimin saying happy b day to join was so sweet cause every one’s warming up to joon after the fight a bit and I think everyone is warming up in general. Anyways y/nie goes above and beyond for her boys and ahhhh so sweet. He was so happy too you could tell he wanted to cry gosh. I love when jimin can’t handle his alcohol well I can just imagine his red cheeks eeek I hope we get to travel and see his family too. He’s defiantly been working hard on the barn, and when she mention he was shirtless at some point 🥵 I cant- im sorry I’m on my period that my horrible excuse anyways -

taehyung- him wanting to take photography and him taking pics of HER STOP ✋ no author u need to stop it’s too much like omg and when they held each other afterward I melted like I TURNED into a puddle of the floor and I’m only able to write this now bc it’s so cold here that I froze and turned back into my human form. She’s possessive and irl tae is too cause like do u remember the perila leaf débat he would get so jelly if his gf peeled off a leaf for a guy friend. The dinner scene where the waiter was making eyes an y/n and tae held her waist and GLARED that’s some dominance right there. I forgot about including the piano scenes in yoongi so I’ll add them here. the pic tae took of their feet sounded so cute and I’m glad yoongi and tae are getting more comfy w each other (cause I think yoongi chose to sit next to him asp) also cause when y/n was thinking abt how she didn’t want him to be alone 🥺😩 yes tae we want you to interact w the others~ Tae LOVES her touches too he reacts easily in just a snap 🫰

jungkook- ahh yes our angst boi- his birthday party scene was so cute he was so flustered and malfunctioned Sksks it was nice to see a raw and genuine part of him that was truly thankful for her that day I hope we get to see more of that. Jk annoying y/n during hobi’s run by giving her a cig omg I cant- this man’s needs to stop he just loves to tease. Such a sassy and snarky boy I’m totally here fir it all the way. And him picking a scary movie bc he knows hobi Jin and jimin will hate it lol. Him already agreeing to held joon and y/n w the wards before she even asked- really can’t hind anything in this house lol. I forgot to talk about this, but joon being upset w y/n and she didn’t call for him when she head the spirit threaten her 😩 he tries to pretend he doesn’t care but he DOES FR and Jk look at him like dam. Okay but that cliffhanger for the last chapter ofc u just stuff us full of fluff just to rip it out of us and I LOVE IT. I wonder what Jk and hobi/joon (I think joon was involved) fought about to make jk storm out like that although it wouldn’t be the first time. And on Halloween, come on yall! Smh 🤦‍♀️ ahh but he’s one of her boys so she’ll rein him in anyways.

Im guess there’s too much testosterone in that house hold or maybe they’re energy’s bc most of them are exotic predators and dominance is a big thing. I don’t remember exactly. Anyways I spoke about everything I could remember so far sorry for typos, ty sm for feeding us every month with such a hearty meal! Luv u 💋

Hehe hey again!!! fkdasfk I'm glad you liked my "married not blind" joke LMAO it's sooo true, especially when it comes to Hoseok. 👹

Jimin - Y/N getting him his horse... my bestie who usually beta reads for me was like Dana no way lmao. I wanna have disposable income like Y/N, and spoil all the boys silly too!! I guess we can live vicariously though Y/N LOL. 💀💀💀 But Jimin so deserved to be reunited with Vista, and he was so happy to have a piece of his former home with him now. Jimin is such a sweet, polite guy, so him wishing Joonie a happy birthday proves he really just want to keep the peace. Tipsy Jimin is just the cutest stinking thing ever, I can picture his face so clearly in my mind! Knowing Y/N, she'll definitely make good on her mental promise to bring Jimin to see his family (I'm sure she wants to meet them too!) Also YES you're right, he was totally shirtless when he was patching up the roof of the stable... I would have passed out if I saw that, Y/N is a strong woman!

Tae - UGH Another one that is totally whipped for Y/N, taking pictures of her, including a couple at his first expo... even though only four were displayed at that expo, you can imagine he's probably taken dozens more of her, which makes me blush and kick my feet. He's definitely one of the more cuddly ones, too, so when he hugged her at the expo that moment was so sweet and intimate... physical touch must be one of his love languages. I love my men a little possessive, and I DO remember the whole perilla leaf debate (wild) and Tae being like that both irl AND in Trouvaille is just so... you know? He was definitely staking claim over Y/N in that brewery, he did not like that random man staring at his girl like that. OOF! 🥵 I'm glad you brought up Tae and Yoongi beginning to come around to one another. They have that connection of both being into music, and I think they have similar possessive feelings over Y/N. Maybe Yoongi will be the one who gets close to Tae first, we'll see!!

Jeongguk - fhdjasf our little edgelord! Ah his birthday was so self indulgent, fluffy, and a chance to see his softer side under all that iciness he usually displays. I think the longer time wears on, he'll let go of more of that frostiness and become more comfortable showing Y/N his tender side. fjdksa I forgot about the scene where he offered her a cigarette at Hoseok's meet-- such a twerp!! I love love love scary movies, and I feel like him maybe Yoongi are the only two that would actually wanna watch a horror film with me IRL, or Y/N in Trouvaille. Hoseok is a bit of a scaredy cat, and the rest of them put that off a little bit as well LOL. And for sure, there really isn't anything that can be hidden in that house anymore, there are ears literally everywhere.... bad news for someone who likes to talk shit, like me. But that's an example of Jeongguk being uncharacteristically sweet, agreeing to help Y/N even if he doesn't have to. Joon was so pissed when she didn't call out for him when she was threatened, but Y/N handled everything just fine, IMO, he was being a dramatic wolf.

You know I love a good cliffhanger!!! I can't not have one almost every time. Hopefully, this time, the conflict can be resolved quickly, and it isn't as bad as The Incident between Joon and Tae. We shall see-- or you may have already seen, in this newest update!! I'm dying.... there is indeed too much testosterone in that house, but I suppose that it is just something they're all going to need some adjusting to. BUT!! Thank you again so so much for sending in these messages and gushing over the boys with me. I always look forward to hearing what you think. Loves you babe!! 💜💞💜💞

[httpmentalbreakdown]

twilight analysis:

Bella’s fear of aging

I’ve read/heard so many opinions on twilight because the saga is so layered. However, the one topic I haven’t seen in great detail is Bella and her fear of getting old. Most people either dismiss is as ridiculous or shallow. Some even use it as a reason why her and Edward shouldn’t be together. In New Moon, Bella has a nightmare where she sees what she thinks is her Grandma Marie middle of the meadow. She knows she’s dreaming because that women has been dead for six years. However, as Edward comes out of the forest line and reveals himself in his glittery glory, she realizes that “grandma” is actually her in a mirror. Edward, of course is still flawless, ethereal and forever seventeen. She wakes up on her 18th birthday with the realization that Edward will never age like she can. This fear ends up bothering her all morning.

While a good portion of it does have to do with vanity, there is some justification to her fears. First, Bella is a teenager, a teenage girl to be exact. Most teens have insecurities with their looks and physical appearance. Bella has those same insecurities even before she fell in love with Edward. I mean she couldn’t understand why most guys in Forks liked her instantly because she considers herself “plain”. This becomes heightened when she starts dating Edward. I mean if she can’t understand why a human boy would like her, it’s worse with a literally perfect “teen” vampire. She knows they look odd because Edward is so inhumanly beautiful. Bella doesn’t feel equal to Edward at times and his beauty is a large part. I’m not saying she’s jealous or envious, it’s more of a feeling of inferiority. She doesn’t get why he would even want to be with her. So the thought of one day getting older and wrinkly scares her because would if Edward finally realizes he doesn’t want her. That’s why the forest scene is so much more depressing because her worst fear came true anyway. Aging (like her overall humanity) is another thing that separates Bella from Edward’s world.

There’s also Edward being physically and mentally 17. If we consider Bella without Edward, she has plenty of time to be human and than changed. However, Bella becoming any older post some issues. A lot of people like to joke how Edward is disgusting for liking Bella because technically he’s old. However, in canon vampires are frozen mentally at the age they’re turned. Which is why Edward still acts like a teenage boy even if he’s treated like an adult. Also why it’s not weird for Edward to like and crush on Bella. If he was mentally 100 I don’t think he would even handle repeating high school over and over smh. If Bella got changed at 25, she would be mentally be a fully developed adult with a teenage boy. I really think in some aspects she would outgrow Edward in some sense. They also can’t be seen kissing or being together. There’s a fanfic that have Bella literally as a 35 year old women being in a relationship with Edward. That’s not disgusting or abnormal for some reason which is so hypocritical. I mean no one bats an eye about Tanya wanting to be with Edward despite her being in her 20s and sexually more experienced compared to a 17 years old virgin. I’m not hating on Tanya, but SM literally made no sense with that. Bella wanting to be around his age made perfect sense. However, because Edward sees himself as more “mature” than his peers it’s painted as acceptable for her to wait 5 years.

[namtanlovesfilm]

I can’t believe Off and Gun tried to hide the fact that they were together on Off’s birthday even though Gun is holding Off’s cake and the cake sticker that they used to hide Gun in the background of Off’s birthday picture still shows Gun’s shirt sleeve and it’s the same shirt that Gun was wearing in the pictures he posted on his instagram that day. They really made me feel like that meme where the guy looks half mad as he’s standing in front of a wall full of his unhinged work as he’s trying to explain his batshit research to someone.

us:

offgun:

nah cause let's be serious for one second, what the FUCK was that??? like, why go through all this trouble to hide something so obviously verifiable??? like it's official. offgun just like playing games. they want to torture us into questioning everything. demons smh. I HATE THEM 😡😭

xxx

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 2x16

the aftermath of caleb's surprise party. does my guy even get to celebrate his birthday? don't do surprise parties in rosewood, just don't.

The liars appear to be back at Spencer’s house, not the lakehouse, as they debrief the missing Lucas situation, and I am so distracted by the absence of Caleb

Don’t get me wrong, PLL is at its best when the men don’t matter, but from Caleb’s PoV, he showed up to a surprise birthday party where his girlfriend dragged herself out of the lake, the guy whose house he’s living in is missing, and he uh, did not stick around to question the girls?

A took the opportunity to fill Hanna’s water bottle with lakewater. Gross.

Hanna tells the girls that Lucas destroyed Alison’s memorial — sometimes PLL slow walks reveals in frustrating ways, but here is an example that makes sense, where Hanna would not disclose this secret

Spencer: Well, my family never uses that house after LABOR DAY

Okay, no she doesn’t yell LABOR DAY like that but that’s all I can hear when anyone ever says that phrase in this show

Maya’s crisis hotline call joke is funny to me. In the same courtyard that Emily yelled at Aria for having sex dreams about Jason, Emily’s like well, Maya, say something dirty then. 

Emily confidently says she can get a fake ID for Maya and later we learn what she means is that she can snag Aria’s because bouncers in Jersey concert venues are so blind that all short brunettes look alike. Sure. 

Caleb is ready to be a good bro and chase down Lucas, Ashley wants to call Lucas’s parents because her daughter threw the party and the whole time Hanna is like guys, what’s the big deal, can’t we all forget about the guy I knocked overboard with an oar???

My favourite A message this episode is with the fucking boat in the overflowing sinks of the school bathroom, where A texts

Life is but a dream, Hanna. And I'm your worst nightmare.

Maya ditches Emily at the call center (again, this is her community service punishment, why can she bring guests over) because of mysterious texts and Emily is conflicted on asking her

I’m just grateful this leads to Emily actually discussing a girlfriend with a liar for longer than one sentence, it’s been a minute. Even if that conversation is basically

Hanna: It sucks keeping a secret! 😤 Emily: Well, it sucks having a secret kept from you.😟

The Sparia scene in Philly where they follow up on the receipt is so odd. They take ten years to realize the newsstand right in front of them is the store they’re looking for, Aria is supposedly on house arrest outside of Holden dates but is gallivanting with Spencer here, and then, when Aria ditches her....

Spencer sees more than one blind person and you can see her eyes go ALERT ALERT ALERT SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOUR ALERT ALERT

She just starts randomly following blind people?? Till she gets to the blind people school???  And it is indeed the school Jenna went to??? She has a conversation with some guy who thought Jenna was the raddest girl ever???? She steals a visitor log?????

The blind school receptionist is played by Symmetra from Overwatch, is my only other note on this scene. Weird to realize that when this episode aired Overwatch was three years away. 

Emily and Aria are at Hanna’s house while a storm rages on and are like...well...we guess we could stay and ditch our dates to keep you company while you are terrified of Lucas showing up like an axe murderer...and Hanna is like nah, I’m good. 

As Aria leaves she reminds Hanna “SOS okay”. (1) Oh so it’s not just a Spencer thing anymore, they’ve all agreed on it. (2) Aria, you are going to a play! Your phone better be turned off! No checking your texts during a play, I know Byron and Ella raised you better than smh

Rosewood’s train station (or the closest one to it) is in a slightly more run down area than the rest of the town, and Spencer gets jumpscared by Mona.

Is this the first time we’ve ever seen Spencer uh,  care about Mona? Spencer is the liar whose affection and loyalty is drawn most tightly, whose circle of compassion is limited to the liars, her SO, and her family.

Mona: Do you know how hard I have to work to get a guy like Noel Kahn to go out with me?

Spencer: Well, if you’ve become the Mona you want to be, why are you letting Noel Kahn tell you that you’re not good enough? You cannot let him send you spinning backwards like that.

Mona: You’re, like, smart smart. I always thought you were just book smart.

Spencer is genuine in her vehemence here, it’s not a pretense

Aria should have just stayed home with Hanna, the slo-mo Ezria staring at the theatre made me want to gag. Of course Holden noticed.

Emily makes a face of biphobia when Maya says “he” referring to her stalker ex and you know Maya does not even think of that possibly being an issue, I am glad she is still the same Maya post-wilderness camp

The big Lucas reveal is that....he got into sports gambling and lost Caleb’s money? I’m sorry, what. I completely forgot this subplot. 

Somehow Hanna is madder about this than Caleb. Caleb is clearly pissed off but he’s also like, we’ll work it out bro, meanwhile Hanna is dramatically going “I don’t know who you are” and that’s the last of Lucas we see for the next few episodes

Don’t get me wrong, yelling on a boat while there’s only two of you or creeping into someone’s house? Very inappropriate behaviour, but that does not seem to be what Hanna is mad about. Strange.

Also Ashley Marin is taking a bath and hears none of this shit go down, must be a good bath.

Garrett checked Jenna out the night of Ali’s murder. Wasn’t she 15/16 then? Is this blind school checking out minors to people who aren’t parents or guardians? Wild-ass behaviour

Worms in your chinese food! Worms in your chinese food! Terrible!

This does not appear to be themed on anyone's secret, A had this idea on the backburner and simply had to let it out.

[deus-ex-mona]

when you can never forget… _(:3 」∠)_

[heavyhitterheaux]

Off Limits

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: goofy giveon just doesn't know when to stop and this takes place during Cold Water

Synopsis: Giveon has crossed a major line once again and your husband is not going to stand for it

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: my bby @nattinatalia 💕

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Wifey- thank you so much for the flowers. I love you so so much and I can't wait to see you tomorrow 😘💕

Jack was extremely confused while looking down at your text message because he didn't remember sending you any flowers.

Not that he didn't do it periodically.

He did it before every show you had, your birthday, your anniversary, and simply because he wanted to.

He was currently finishing up his festival run while you were in New York attending an event. It was rare that the two of you didn't attend events together, but this time Jack's schedule just wasn't allowing it.

He was currently in New Jersey, so not too far away from you but still missing you nonetheless.

Jack didn't even know how to respond to the text and he was getting heated trying to think of who would be so bold to send you flowers knowing that Jack would be ready to kick their asses. 

Just then Urban walked in and saw the startled look on his face.

"What's going on?"

Even though you and Urban weren’t really on the best of terms right now, he was still going to protect you to the best of his ability.

"Y/N sent me a text thanking me for the flowers I sent her but the thing is… I didn't send anything."

"Oh shit."

"I didn't even respond to her."

"So, who do you think did?"

"I have no idea but for her to think that I sent them there has to be some type of note attached to them. But she knows that I usually sign them the same way every time. No one knows that, but her."

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y/ninsta: I have the best husband in the world jackharlow and this definitely made me smile. I'm seriously missing my stink and can't wait to see him 🥺

saweetie: jackharlow SIMPPPPPPP

giveon: pretty flowers for a pretty girl

jackharlow: giveon are you lost?

giveon: jackharlow just calling it like I see it

jackharlow: giveon and you can see yourself the fuck off my wife's post

saweetie: 👀

jackharlowsource: oh goodness, here we go

allthingsy/n: let him know Jack! Y/N is OFF LIMITS!!

druski2funny: y/ninsta he ain’t even sign it, how you know I didn’t send them?

y/ninsta: druski2funny when have you ever sent me flowers?

druski2funny: y/ninsta there’s a first time for everything

claybornharlow: y/ninsta it was me. I sent them. you’re welcome and I miss you too.

danivalentine: clayborn!!!!!

y/ninsta: claybornharlow love you my favorite Harlow child!

Jack tried not to let it bother him for the rest of the day and would simply ask you about it later, but that didn’t last long when Shloob showed him a picture that Giveon posted right when he got off stage from performing. 

The picture was of you and Danielle and apparently Giveon was at the same event too.

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giveon: this is a real nice black carpet event 😍

saweetie: just wait until jackharlow sees this shit. TAKE THIS DOWN NEOW

giveon: saweetie I didn’t do anything wrong

allthingsy/n: oh nuh uh giveon jack has no hesitations to kick your ass for disrespecting his wife and his marriage. he will hurt you over his baby.

druski2funny: giveon be ready to catch all the smoke, privategarden don’t play about her and neither do any of us

giveon: hmm that’s funny because he is literally nowhere around

jackharlowsource: giveon why do you stay choosing violence?

jackandy/naremyparents: I’m tired of people messing with my parents smh

“Who the fuck does he think he is to do this shit? He didn’t learn from the time before when I cussed his ass out?”

“Apparently not.”

“Now if I would have known that he was going to be there, I would have definitely went… matter of fact. We’re going now.”

“Wait, what?”

“We’re going back to the hotel to get ready and then we’re going. I did get an invite, so we’re doing this.”

“Okay, we get there and then what?! You just about to beat his ass?”

“If it comes to that, yes. My wife is off limits and I’m tired of people acting as if I haven’t said that a million times over. He has always been disrespectful towards her and I’m ending this shit tonight.”

“Hold on, let’s think about this.” 2fo said while trying to be the voice of reason.

“What is there to think about? I don’t want my wife near him so let’s go. Urb, I get that you two aren’t really seeing eye to eye right now, however….”

“I’m going because I don’t like him either and none of us want him near her, might be upset with her, but I’m going to protect her regardless.”

“Shit, say less.”

Just then Neelam walked over to see why Jack was so upset and how everyone was trying to calm him down.

Jack explained the situation and Neelam shook her head in disbelief.

“You literally need to be on a plane in the next four hours. Y/N is a grown woman who can handle herself, she isn’t some damsel in distress. Give her more credit.”

“Y/N is a little slow at times. She doesn’t really know when people are flirting with her sometimes, hint hint, Miami.”

“Look, just don’t do anything that is going to make my job harder.”

“Well tell goofy giveon and trashnitta to stop stressing our favorite couple out.”

“Neelam, we need suits.”

“Let me call Luna and see what she can do.”

Within an hour and a half, Jack and PG were now pulling up to the event that was already underway and made their way inside. He spotted you near the bar with Danielle sipping on your drinks and laughing when he looked over to the left and saw Giveon making his way over to approach you.

“Uh Jack?”

“Just wait a minute. I’ll let him get to her first before I go over there.”

“Shit, this is about to be a fucking mess. Can we just make sure we don’t get kicked out? I highly doubt that we’ll get an invite next year.” Quiiso said while watching Giveon approach you.

“Stop stalling Jack. Got damn, go get her!”

“Kick his ass!”

“NO, DO NOT DO THAT WITH ALL THESE WHITE PEOPLE IN HERE!”

“Jack is white the last time I checked!”

“But we’re not and you know how society looks at us! Of course if he starts fighting, we have to jump in!”

“Unless Y/N slaps Giveon first.”

“I doubt it because Jack won’t even let it get to that point.”

Jack then walked over to where you were and since you were facing away from him, he wrapped an arm around your waist just as Giveon had approached you.

You turned around startled to see your husband and then looked behind him to see PG who simply waved at you.

“Baby?! What are you doing here?” You asked while he leaned down to kiss you.

“I just thought I’d make an appearance since I had a little bit of time. Hey Dani. What’s going on here?”

“Hey, not much, Giveon was just about to mention his new tour is about to start.”

“Oh, didn’t even see you there. But, let me ask one question.”

“Oh, shit.” Danielle muttered underneath her breath and you were starting to get a little nervous and glanced back at PG with wide eyes.

PG had now moved closer and they were all literally behind you watching the scene unfold and ready to intercede if they were needed ever since you had given them that look.

“And what’s that?” Giveon asked and it didn’t even look like he was nervous, he was shorter than Jack and had to look up at him but wasn’t backing down.

“Do you like going after married women? Because I thought I made myself loud and clear the last time for you to stay away from my wife.”

“Oh damn, it’s happening.” Shloob said while he decided to order a drink to calm his nerves.

“I’m literally just making small talk, no harm in that.”

“Baby…” You said trying to interrupt, but Jack simply shook his head at you and you knew there was no talking him back off this cliff. You looked over at your big sister in a panic and all she did was shake her head. 

“But, there is especially when you are constantly disrespectful towards her and I don’t like that shit. You made your way over here knowing good and damn well you shouldn’t have.”

“So your wife can’t have friends?”

“Her friends are behind her right now and will kick your ass if you so much as glance her way one more time for the night. I’m being nice because I will kick your ass right now. Remove yourself from our presence immediately.”

Giveon just gave a small smirk and shook his head.

“So, Y/N, this is who you married?”

“NAH HOLD THE FUCK UP.” Shloob, 2fo, Ace, Nemo, and Quiiso were now all standing up wanting for him to continue.

“Don’t fucking speak to her and right now Jack is being nice enough to let you walk away. We don’t play about our girl.”

“His pretty boy ass is not about to do shit.”

“Who the fuck…” Jack started to say, but you immediately cut him off. 

“Hold on now,” You stated while getting up from your seat as you were holding Jack back for dear life while PG was just about to let him go as Danielle was sipping on her drink just watching.

“Yes this is who I married and you need to respect that. I have never been disrespectful towards you and you said that his pretty boy ass isn’t about to do shit? Keep that same energy once we’re not in here with all of these cameras. You have come for my husband for the first and the last time. Walk away if you know what’s good for you because right now I’m holding him back. If I let him go, your ass is grass and because of your reputation, no one in here is about to stop him from knocking you into the next century.”

“Alright then, I’ll go. But one last question. How did you like the flowers I sent?”

“You…”

“Baby, don’t.” You said while cutting Jack off as Giveon walked away smirking. 

Once he was out of earshot, you then turned to your husband who clearly had a pissed off look on his face.

“Pookie, just calm down for a second. Please. I know he gets under your skin. Don’t act up with all these white people in here, then they’ll be like well you know he got a black wife and that’s where he gets it from.” You said while trying to make him laugh and you succeeded.

“We said something similar earlier!” Ace mentioned as he leaned in to give you a hug.

“I just… I love yall so much and thank you for that. We were getting a little uncomfortable until yall showed up.”

“He got some nerve sending those damn flowers to your hotel room.”

“And you know it didn’t click that it wasn’t from you until after I had posted it. I was like wait a minute…. He didn’t sign it like he usually does.”

“Let me catch his ass outside.”

“BABY!”

“Look, I have no reason to lie to you about what I would do if I did.”

“I know, but sidenote, my baby looks so damn good.” You said while reaching up to kiss him. 

“Here they fucking go.” 2fo said and rolled his eyes.

“I could say the same about you. That damn dress doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination and I think a lesson is in order that needs to be taught.”

“EW!” Dani said and rolled her eyes before making a gagging sound.

“You want a niece or a nephew don’t you? So cut the shit.”

“Yall still nasty regardless.”

“Anyway, I think I got my point across, but we’ll see. Next time I won’t be so nice.”

“You call that nice?”

“To my standards, yes.”

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jackharlow: Just had to make sure my point got across from the other night. The show was amazing by the way but now my baby y/ninsta is going to put on a show for my eyes only tonight. 

saweetie: JACKKKKKKKKK NOOOO YOUUU DIDN’T!!!

jackharlow: saweetie I did lol

normani: I am fucking screaminggggg 😭

lilnasx: I- what is this?! 😂

allthingsy/n: WAS Y/N THERE TOO?!

jackharlowsource: allthingsy/n no she was out with neelamthadhani and danivalentine lol so this was Jack’s perfect opportunity oh and of course he had privategarden with him they were in there DEEP

druski2funny: I told you they don’t play about her and neither do we. hope you learned your lesson lol

jackandy/naremyparents: do we even know if Y/N knows? Lmaoooo

jackharlowsource: well she does now lol

theestallion: this shit is so petty, I love it lol

“BABYYYYYY!”

“Yes mamas?”

“What in the world did you say to him and why is he making that face? When did yall take this pic?!”

“I went to his concert baby since that was the first show while you went out with Neelam and Dani and uh well I just made sure that he understood what we spoke about the other day.”

“I....”

“You don’t have to worry about him bothering you anymore mamas.”

“Jack.... is that..... baby why is there a scratch on your arm and where did it come from? Did you... did you fight him?!”

“Baby girl, what’s the next color you want for your Birkin?”

“JACKMAN THOMAS!”

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[sandwichfordinner]

Hi hii i saw your requests are open so i wanted to request smth, can u make emil, edgar, william, and eli with an s/o in the future and for some reason like wearing cute shi. It can be gn reader or female c: (btw ur ada and emil fanfic is grete keep it up!)

Emil , Edgar William and Eli with a s/o from the future that wears cute clothes

Note: not really happy how it turned with eli cause i had no ideas smh,, Scenarios! Fluff

I am so tired editing this cause this is the 7th time cause Tumblr none stop said that I can’t post it💀

Also if you’re uncomfortable with skirts and dresses replace them with jeans or other clothing you like!

also for the William part: the year is 1959 in the manor so ye

Emil

When he saw you for the first time he was really interested on what were you wearing.

You were the only one in the manor that was really fashionable.

Always wearing a cute dress , or some cool jeans with doodles , or a cute t shirt!

There are lots of cool clothing styles.

He did like some of those retro t shirts you were wearing. I guess his favourite style of clothing is retro.

He really liked some of the accessories like the rings or necklaces!

He had this rusty ring on his hand that him and Ada had. But soon he got rid of it and now you and him are matching with some cute rings!

And every time he decodes alone , and remembers that the cute ring is on his finger he is only thinking of you.

Please show more of those cute clothes, he’s so interested!

You gave him some of your accessories and he was super happy.

You even had a bigger size of clothes , you didn’t know why you still had them but kept them.

And you gave those clothes for him and he loved them!!

Didn’t even know that this type of fashion existed , but when he found out that you’re from a other world aka the future he was flabbergasted.

How, what and where..

,,As i can see Emil in this manor all of you live some sort of like the 1900? That’s… weird’’ you looked at your phone. ,,There’s no signal either.’’ You said to yourself.

Emil was looking at your mobile phone weirdly. What was that glowing thing??

,,Um Y/N what is that??’’ He pointed at your phone.

,,Oh that’s a phone , you can send messages to people all over the world, chat with your friends, play games, and talk on it!’’ You handed it to him carefully.

He was trying to process the little screen in front of him.

,,How do I… use it?’’

Your hands were touching his and you were guiding him how to use it.

That thing called phone is so interesting!

Likes those puzzle games 😭

He doesn’t remember his birthday and you knew about it. So sometimes you gave him little gifts! Not only clothes and accessories but flowers, food, cute matching toys! Yes we know that Emil is a grown man but he doesn’t really care cause he just appreciates everything you give to him.

Bro you make him tear up from those gifts and he comes to you sobbing and telling you how much he loves you and he will protect you with his dear life.

Edgar

Don’t expect him to like you or even notice you.

At first he doesn’t give two shits about you 😭

But the moment you were wearing some kind of cute outfit his eyes landed on it.

His eyes were scanning your body from your neck to toes.

What kind of fashion is that???

,,Oi pervert! What are you looking at?’’ You smiled at him playfully.

He quickly looked away and pretended that he painted. Red face as tomato.

,,Uhm nothing??! What are YOU looking at???’’

The panic he had 💀

The moment he glanced at you , you knew you had the chance to show him how to dress cool and cute like you.

He did notice how you were dressing differently from the others. You didn’t had those ripped and too worn clothes that everyone had.

And you had glowing things he haven’t seen before??

What is that rectangle or squareish thing that glows when you touch it???

What do you do with it?

Also what’s with that blue and red rectangle glowing thing too??

WHAT IS HAPPENING

Edgar was brave enough to ask you what do you do with those things.

,,Oh this? That’s called a phone and this is called a Nintendo switch , you play videogames on it.’’

,,What’s a videogame…??’’

,,Oh right I forgot how boring this manor is-‘’

He glared at you.

You laughed. ,,I’m kidding , don’t look at me like that! Okay a videogame is basically in this switch , there are lots of things moving in this device, and you can control the characters! See? It’s nice isn’t it?’’

Control??

,, May I try..?’’

,,Of course! Here press this button, and then do this and…’’

And you tried explaining him how the switch works.

Was interested and uninterested.

,,Where’s the art?! I can’t play this so called videogame if there is no talking about art!’’ He scoffed and looked away.

You actually had Colour Live with a pen.

Edgar tried and hated it.

,,This is ridiculous! Ahem if I can ask you can you tell me what kind off erm fashion style you’re wearing?’’

,,Oh well I wear lots of them. Not ALL of course! I can see on my phone that it’s in the early 1900s right now… I can show you some comfortable clothes I have , they are a bigger size!’’

Didn’t like them.

,,Erm this is just not my thing.. I look weird..’’

,,Edgar you are wearing a simple t shirt with some short pants. Just like me.’’

,,I hate it. I look weird.’’

,,What are you even wearing when you are going to sleep…’’

,,Not this.’’

At that time the both of you started dating, and he admitted that it was comfortable. (Like 3 months later)

,,See i told you would get comfortable.’’ You grinned at him and he rolled his eyes.

,,Whatever’’

Oh and by the way he likes playing Minecraft. It’s because he thought that there was something ‘artsy’ in it you couldn’t even tell💀

At least he is enjoying it.

William

O.M.G

THE NECKLACE? THE SKIRT? THE DRESS? THE JEANSSS???

William do be acting like a 15 year old girl who just saw 90% off selling clothes.

None stop asking you.

‘HOW DOES THE WORLD LOOK LIKE IN THE FUTURE?’ ‘DO THEY HAVE FLYING CARS, the idea is mine by the way!’ ‘HOW DOES THE SPORTS LOOK LIKE NOW??’

Dude chill 😭

Will listen to you carefully explaining everything about how things work.

,,Well uhh.. the world now is… uh.. I mean it’s in between hot and ice but it’s more Icey??’’ Could’ve explained better..

,,So you mean it’s no good?’’

,,Ehh kind of? Well uh they still don’t have flying cars and I think sports are the same I haven’t took a notice from the old days. But you can watch sports live right now. Any you like.’’

His eyes had stars.

,,WHAAA NO WAY!! REALLY?? PLEASE SHOW ME!! CAN IT BE RUGBY?’’

,,Alright rugby it is..’’

William none stop used your phone for sports media.

You didn’t really had problem with it. (Hoping he doesn’t see your search history..)

About clothes!

Loves the comfortable ones that Edgar tried.

When he is back from a match , he takes a shower and when putting the comfortable clothes you gave him he plops on the bed and melts.

Loves hugging you with them and falls asleep fast.

Loves those badass rings 💪😈

Would melt if you had matching rings tho.

Flexes that he has a cool and beautiful s/o from the future , so be prepared to be praised a lot by him.

Eli

The most friendly one when you came to the manor.

Literal sweetheart to you.

Praising you too , like how good these clothes fit you.

Man was making you blush.

But then learning that you are from the future?

How????

Tell him more please..

He is thirsty for that kind of information.

When you told him that you have a bigger size of clothing he got so excited!

You gave him some baggy clothes to try on cause he wears this baggy uhh clothing in the matches a lot. (Idk how it is called💀)

Actually likes the sweaters too.

Both of you match with sweaters… in a goofy way.💀

So his favourite style of dressing are baggy clothes, likes wearing rings maybe painting his nails too! Teach him he’s interested in this too!

Both of you have matching bird toys.

Has an owl pillow from you and LOVES IT, IT’S SO FLUFFY!!!

,,Uhh Y/N honey? How do I take a picture again? I wanna take a photo of Brooke.’’

Still new to those things..

Sorry ran out of ideas here💀

[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.

[jimilter]

the prince’s cinderella syndrome (m) | p.jm. | teaser

↳ COMING THIS MONTH ↲

🎧 moon - jin of bts willow - taylor swift

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. a dash of jungkook x reader)

rating: m (18+)

genre: angst | smut | fluff | cursed!jimin | supernatural!au | strangers to lovers!au

summary:  He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + allusions to substance abuse + black magic and curses + heartbreak + mention of minor character deaths + inaccuracies abt the american education system + inaccuracies abt nasa & astronomy majors + a mish-mash of american and british english + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral (m+f), unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex, some marking, some dirty talk, some roughness, slight cock warming? maybe? mostly pretty missionary stuff tbh) + oc is a v. v. lonely girl :( + jimin is a v. v. sad boy :( 

word count: ~30 k (1.2 k for the teaser)

note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST HUBBA MINE! 🥺💗 and happy jimtober to the rest of the world! 🎃

written for jimin’s sunset spooktober, a supernatural, halloween themed jimin collab hosted by three very talented godesses: @jamaisjoons​​, @opaljm​ and @chateautae​. 💗 make sure to check out the rest of the fics’ summaries in the masterlist!

i have been slaving off on this one so harD for a month, i broke some of my own records by getting to 40 wpm and writing 7k words in a day, smh. and even though i have somehoW finished it up, it’s still not ready to be posted, currently undergoing some major editing. prepare yourselves for some pain, y’all~ 😩💜

— masterlist

— feedback is always appreciated!

“If we end up getting kidnapped by ghosts or some shit, I will kill you.”

You rolled your eyes at your roommate’s antics, ignoring her and walking ahead with intent. Street lights took turns to bathe the three of you in the color yellow, becoming your only source of light on the otherwise dark street. 

“I really do not understand how this is gonna help," Taehyung mumbled from next to her.

"I never understand anything she does, Tae, I'm—"

“You don’t have to understand your best friends to support them, Hyejie,” you teased, shoving your hands into your denim dress’ pockets. 

“I’m regretting giving you that title, just so you know. They're not even throwing a party tonight, why the heck would your guy be there?" Hyejin lamented to you. 

"I never said he would be. I just wanna check, in case he is. Just keep walking and we'll know."

It was Halloween and you were on your way to the place where you had met Jimin for two consecutive years.

"If we miss JK's thing because of this, I’m not gonna suck his cock to cheer him up."

You and Hyejin snorted at Taehyung’s words, with you looking at the guy over your shoulder with a deadpan. “I’m pretty sure he’s already getting it sucked as we speak, Tae.”

“I second that.”

“Hey!” Taehyung pouted at his girlfriend. “You’re not supposed to support her!”

“Didn’t you hear what she said? You don’t have to understand your best friends to support them,” Hyejin reiterated your words from earlier, and you laughed at the long face Taehyung pulled in response.

“Don’t make that face, you used to be like that, too, before I tamed you.”

You groaned at Hyejin’s words, already anticipating a fight. 

Taehyung proved you right by immediately scoffing with a, “you haven’t tamed me, I’ve just decided to calm down with my casanova days for a while.”

Your eyes widened. Did he just say ‘for a while’? Oh, no—

“Taehyung Kim, are you fucking kidding me?”

And there they went. 

You grudgingly slowed down to match the quarrelling couple’s pace, now really starting to regret bringing them along with you. You’d just felt wary because of the abandoned state of this place. But now that you thought about it, a pepper spray would’ve been a better companion.

You eyed the way you still had to go, noticing the familiar frat house a short distance ahead.

Hyejin and Taehyung had stopped walking, choosing to shout in each other’s faces as they stood nose to nose. With a sigh, you turned on your heels and decided to make your way down to the building.

It was becoming more apparent how this whole excursion had been a dumb idea as more time passed. But now, standing so close to the building that very obviously looked empty with no soul in sight anywhere in or outside of it, your lips turned down in acknowledgment of how ridiculous you had been.

You walked right up to the looming, triple storied house painted a beautiful olive green with white accents. Your eyes traced the balcony, similar to the one the building had in its back – the one you’d been on, last year, with Jimin.

“Oh, Jimin,” you morosely breathed, missing him so much that your chest felt tight.

A whisper of your name sounded from not far away, making you look around in alarm.

And then you saw him – sitting on the sidewalk, under the streetlight opposite the frat house, with his head lowered and eyes full of gloom. He hadn’t seen you yet, and your heart thundered in your ears at the realisation and he’d been saying your name to himself just as you had been his.

You kept staring at him, feet slowly coming to a stop. You'd looked for almost an entire year, came here to see if you could find him. But now that he was here, you had no idea what to do. You wanted to make your presence known and approach him, but you felt weirdly shy and awkward, thinking of the crush you had on him and the way it had made you act these past few months.

Then suddenly, as if having sensed your presence, his head suddenly shot up, alert eyes looking in your exact direction. You stood frozen to your spot like a deer caught in headlights.

Until, that was, he yelled your name across the empty road, his face split into a huge grin. You immediately jogged your way across the road to his side, meeting his grin with a shy smile of your own as he stood up to welcome you.

"Hey," he whispered, eyes running over your face like he had missed it.

Just like you had missed his. You did your own scanning of his features that seemed to elude joy and excitement instead of the heavy misery you’d noticed just moments before. 

You ducked your head with a timid wave. "Hey, yourself."

"What are you doing here?" He gestured around the empty street, tossing a glance past you at your friends. "It's past eight in the evening and this doesn’t look like a very proper or safe place."

“I came with friends, but… they got occupied with some stuff, half a mile back,” you explained, clearing your throat. "And I, uh, was actually hoping to find you here? Which I did. What are you doing here? The frat house is being renovated, so they moved the party this year.”

Jimin reached out with a hand to take yours, nibbling on his lower lip. “Would you believe me if I said I was hoping to see you?”

Well. Given how he had seemed to light up on discovering your presence, you kinda would believe him. 

Just as you had opened your mouth to respond, your eyes caught his dress-up. The same damn Prince outfit you’d been seeing for the past two years. You frowned in confusion. Even if you ignored the repetition, you were left wondering why he’d be dressed up in a costume when a party wasn’t even happening. Until you recalled Namjoon’s theories.

And then it felt like you were beginning to understand what was up; Jimin didn’t even just live off campus, he didn’t even study at your university. He just came here for this one party. He probably didn’t belong to a very well off family, which was why he wore the same outfit every year. 

You stepped closer to him, squeezing his hand. “I do.”

Jimin’s smile grew, pushing his eyes into the adorable, tiny slits you’d seen them be only once before. Your heart warmed at the sight.

“Good. But don’t be roaming such dark streets with friends that are irresponsible enough to leave you alone so carelessly.”

His concern made you bite your lip to hide your giddy smile. “Yeah, well. They’re kind of idiots, but they’re all I got, so…”

You looked over your shoulder, squinting in the dark in hopes of spotting their silhouettes.

“Uh, I think they actually left. Or they made up and are fucking in some alley,” you mumbled, bitter and irritated at the duo’s neverending drama.

Jimin laughed, pulling your grumpy self into his form, his arm curling around your back to hold you to him, and started to walk you both down the street. You smiled at the feeling of it.

note: look at me fool y’all with the fluffiest bit from the whole fic hahA!

send me an ask if you wanna be tagged when i post this!

[redoqs]

Imagine the Dimitrescu sisters getting their first mobile phone but it’s a flip phone 💀💀

We ain’t gon waste no time, we know Dani would be pissed. Nah because imagine Dani talking about how much she wanted a phone, she’s been dreaming of getting an iPhone for the longest because I mean cmon? Why wouldn’t she want that? It’s her birthday right? Cass and Bela were in charge of getting her a gift and they got her a not even a flip phone but one of those phones that have 911 and the house number on it💀you think Dani can be trusted with a phone? Girlie can’t even go a day without breaking something in the castle. There’s no way her phone wouldn’t have a cracked screen that’s only held together by the screen protector.

Honestly I feel like Bela would be more of an android kind of person than an iphone. Why did I mention that? Because I can. Anyway, I don’t think she would be mad about getting an flip phone but more so annoyed because “what the hell am I supposed to do with this?” You may as well have no given her a phone because??? You know that vine of the kid going “an avocado…thaaaaankkkssss…” that’s bout to be Bela when she opens up that box💀 Okay but if she did get a good modern day phone it would be well taken care of for the most part. She’d have a otter box on her shit but if it does crack it’ll be one of the ones on the corner that’s hardly noticeable unless you take the case off.

Cass would be annoyed as hell because why hype her up like that? Making her think she’s gonna get a touch screen phone and instead she gets this Jurassic Park ass phone. She’d be made but then realize that she can use it as a weapon. I’m sorry but can you imagine the absolute menace she would be if she had not even just a flip phone but just a phone in general? Especially a Razor? She’s gonna launch that shit and embed the shit into a wall or snap the thing closed on someone’s fingers. If Cass had a regular phone hers would be naked, no screen protector, no case, nothing but glass. Phone raw dogging the elements and you know it’s cracked too. Cass’s camera probably doesn’t even take pics no more smh

[haveuseenmyhalo]

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Many have been here a long time and many are new to this magical land. Some come for nekkid pics, some come for stories, some come for advice, and others for inspiration.

Those of us that have been here a long time have learned a valuable lesson- people misrepresent themselves more often than not. Narcissists hide their ways, women pretend they are someone they aren’t, unreliable people delete and recreate blogs to try and weasel their way in again. It makes people very cautious - and you SHOULD BE. A blog that’s been here at least as long as I have had posted a phenomenal post about the why’s of being safe (then has a small freak out moment every year when I say “Happy Birthday” 😏😉).

But I’ll also tell you what it can do. It can create lasting marriages. Couples flat out move their whole lives across country for love. I’ve been here enough to see it. Oddly, you become invested in their happiness and can’t wait for them to be together. It also creates friendships that you never want to lose. You find your fridge decorated with their children’s achievements. Pictures of their pets or pictures of your vacations. Sometimes you find a gift you bought just because that you forgot to send 5 years ago (oops..) You cry with their losses and celebrate their wins. You know that in an instant if there is any possible way that you need them and they can help- a flight was purchased before you said “I need you”. You help name puppies, have baby showers from miles away, you lend a 2am shoulder. You inevitably will say prayers regardless of what god you believe in when they get sick, and cry in a way you never thought possible when they pass on. You feel fuzzy every time you see their advice and you slow down and read it over and over bc you know- they were brilliant. You take up running bc they inspire you (ugh… thanks for that) and you tag each other in things that make you think of them. Sometimes loyalty is won with just 4 words … (like “He’s Dead to me” ) Sometimes you buy a baby dragon stuffy just bc it will remind you when you are sad of someone that always makes you laugh. So while the talk of tumblr is forever changing- these are the things that don’t. I know I will forget some tags. I know some blog names have changed and any mistake are 100% mine. What are your thoughts?

@asubssoul2013 @atdaddysfeet @brilliantlybeloved @cravehiminallways212 @hissexydisaster @hiswifeslut @daddyslittleflame @demons--angel @dinodaddy @dori007 @dominantbydefault @submissiveinclination @submissivebydefault @instructor144 @lilmiss-d @itsallprimal @itsshinycollectordestinyworld @fetishrekindle @magpie-69 @slinkygrl @sleepinsidemysoul @slomosuicide @savage-gentleman-wolf @heygingergirl @thatgirljenifer @hecallsmehisprincess @love-protect-provide-discipline @lattes-laughter-andlovenotes @yes-i-could-be-the-walrus @velvtangel @schavage33 @thesehandsofm1ne

So many more that I’m drawing blanks. I’m even holding my hand made bunny by a good friend and for the life of me I can’t think of the blog. Smh. The pressure. Eek!

[terushimooo]

“WHAT KEEPS THE ROMANCE ALIVE”

Preface: the love of your life is getting old, and while his sex drive is slowing down, yours is just increasing. I guess that’s the problem with dating older men... Thankfully, you’re young and resourceful. You’ll find a way to get through this.

Aka, I aged up your favourite character and wrote you a lil sumthin sumthin!

W/c: 1.1k

T/w: lee’s infection, old man Kuroo, geriatric stuff, massive age gap, nsfw,  degradation, use of ‘daddy��, object (cane) insertion. Obviously not beta’d because, hello? Who would wanna beta this?

A/n: Ok I absolutely could not wait. Technically, this is part of my ‘shipping my moots’ post, and I have so many more, smaller ships to add - but I had to release @rocorambles​​ first. I had to!

The funniest thing about this ship, Roco x Kuroo’s walking cane, is that she actually likes it, LOL. Yours is the longest, and so over the top. I hope you feel proud of yourself, influencing me like this - smh. I let you off easy this time. Next time, I’ll get you good.

Elderly Kuroo is nothing like the man you watched on your grandma’s Tv. The reruns, the highlight reels, the old promo articles - none of them prepared you for the passage of time. None of them told you just how old he’d be when you first met his gaze.

Still, your love was belligerent - something like a 50 year age gap wasn’t going to get in the way of you, and your destiny. 

That’s why you went to school for all those years, and it's why you worked so hard just to get here - in Kuroo’s mansion, employed as his sole, live-in nurse.

When you two first met, he’d been bounding with energy, still trying to recapture his youth. But now, as he passes his 70th birthday, he's just too tired, he’s just too crippled. Keeping up with a young thing like you has proven too difficult for his ailing body. Any man would be lucky to have you, that’s what everyone tells him - but they don’t understand the challenge you present. He can’t deal with your consistent demands, your undivided devotion, your insatiable lust.

So what does he do when you’re sitting so pretty, with your sensitive little feet tucked beneath your delicate body? What does he do when you’re begging like a brat for daddy’s attention?

The answer is obvious. He tells you to bend over, to get on your hands and your knees facing away from his wheelchair.

You listen with eager anticipation as you hear the telltale click of your bottle of lube. Your breathing begins to pick up as it globs out, as Kuroo finally picks up his cane.

It’s undeniable the way your body starts to quiver.

Your excitement only continues to build as you hear the metal of his rings clack onto his aluminum walking aide. Every time metal meets metal, the sound only amplifying against the silent crackle of a fire, you get a little wetter, a little more receptive.

It’s only then, with barely any warning and certainly not enough prep, that he’s poking at your entrance, shoving the cool metal roughly against your heat. You whimper out how badly you want it, mewling for daddy to take care of his pretty little kitten. But your pleas, quite literally, fall on deaf ears.

Maybe you should’ve remembered to charge his hearing aids. oops.

Even if he does hear you, Kuroo works at his own pace. He doesn’t listen to whiny bitches.

Kuroo likes to think he’s slick, cunning, a tease - maybe even a brat tamer. But those days have long since passed. You know it, and deep down, buried under layers of denial - he knows it too. No longer is he the image of strength that he once represented. Now he’s nothing but a frail vessel playing at a man’s game.

Shaky hands miss your hole more often than not.

He claims it’s intentional, the way he slides down your slit... Or those times when he slips into your ass, forcing his cane roughly past the tight ring of muscles. Both of you know it’s not true. The not so silent curses under his breath make that more than apparent. But you’d never dream of hurting his pride like that. You let him have this, again and again. After all, a part of you likes it better this way.

Right from the beginning, he takes you at a brutal pace, never stopping or yielding at your cries. He’s so frustrated with himself. He hates that it’s come to this.

Unable to get his dick up, he’s forced to fuck you with his cane.

He’d use his fingers, but they’re so swollen with arthritis. Two minutes in and he’d be done, hands ruined and crippled for at least a week. The same goes for his mouth. His tongue can only lap at you so long before it lays limp against his mushy gums. He’s tried before, more times than he can count, and to your credit, you’ve never taunted him.

And maybe that’s the worst part. Maybe he wouldn’t feel as bad if you complained, calling him useless, flaccid - or maybe even just telling him that you aren’t that interested. But you don’t. You just sit there and take it, like the good little girl you apparently are.

For some reason, it has him seething with rage.

You’re so disrespectful. You’re so fake. Just a fucking brat disguising herself as an angel. He knows what you want. It’s not hard to guess. You’re nothing but a little shit, just waiting to be taught a lesson.

He might be old, but Kuroo’s not stupid. He’s been with enough women in his life to know when you’re faking, when those... hollow moans leave your lying little lips. Surely, you mean it with all the best intentions, not wanting to show him just how inadequate you find your lover to be - but it's just so… insulting.

So, right when you’re about to cum, like the filthy slut that you are - he yanks his cane from your tight little hole, whipping it across your ass and slapping it roughly against your abused, dripping cunt.

You act like you hate it, with tears streaming down your face and nails scratching at his pristine floorboards. He just scoffs. See? This is a perfect example of the petulant youth these days - the youth that you embody.

You don’t respect him, and you certainly don't respect his property. How dare you scratch his perfectly shellacked, well-maintained mahogany. Strangled screams are literally music to his ears as he beats down the harsh metal on your delicate skin. After treating him like a senile old fool, you deserve this.

You deserve to suffer.

With the way you scream, crying out for daddy to stop - his abuse almost seems… criminal. It’s obvious that you'd much rather have daddy’s cock instead - but both of you know that’ll never happen. He could never even dream of pumping that much blood to his cock. The only time he ever uses it, is to fill his diaper with piss. It’s a miracle to you how it hasn’t already fallen off.

No blue pill could even dream of saving his shrivelled up, floppy piece of meat.

Although, either way, it really doesn’t matter. The two of you know that Kuroo’s trained you well enough by now, almost too good. This, the way Kuroo beats you and absolutely wrecks your pussy, is really one of the only ways you can get off now.

Your night is only concluded if you cum around his cane, cream dripping down its length and pooling by Kuroo’s feet. That, or if Kuroo falls asleep first.

What you do when he falls asleep, when he leaves his cane unguarded - well, that's a secret between you and the well-used piece of metal.