#her just being ready to give

[maldaptivedreamer]

strap in, baby

You and Navarro head home early after a night out with your friends.

content: Navarro x fem reader, errors and mistakes, kind of a modern au, maybe ooc characters, wlw smut, reader is buzzed at beginning but sobers up, nicknames, strap on, road head, car sex

wc: ~3k

a/n:  I really liked the idea of Nav wearing a strap out in public and I'm not sure if I executed it well here. I may write another fic where she does it again, but hope ya'll enjoy this one!!

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

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You clear your throat with a large grimace. A gentle hand grabs your face and wipes a stray drop from your lip. “Easy baby, you’re makin’ a mess.”

You grunt, blinking slowly at Navarro. “‘M not makin’ a mess. Your makin’ a mess.” You bite your lip with a flirty smile. “You know my girlfriend would kick your ass if she saw you flirting with me.”

Navarro suppresses a smile and nods at you. “Is that right?”

"Mmhmm," you hum, leaning back against the bar counter. "She's real tough. And jealous too." You wag a finger at Navarro, nearly poking her nose. "Could prob’ly take you in a fight."

Navarro chuckles softly, her hand still cupping your face. "I'll keep that in mind. But I think I can handle her." She leans in closer, her breath warm on your cheek. "Besides, I'm pretty tough too."

You giggle, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Oh yeah?"

Navarro's thumb traces your bottom lip gently and your face softens. "Mhmm," she murmurs.

She closes the distance between you, her lips brushing yours softly at first, then with more intensity. You melt into the kiss, your hands finding their way to her hips.

After a moment, Navarro pulls back slightly. “You’re ridiculous you know that?”

You straighten at her words and narrow your eyes at her. “You know my girlfriend would never say something like that to me. Cause she’s the sweetest, bestest, nicest girlfriend ever.”

Rolling her eyes, she lightly pinches your hip. “Your girlfriend sounds like she spoils you too much.”

Grinning, you give her a light peck. "She does," you say with a dreamy sigh. "But don't tell her I said that."

Navarro chuckles, shaking her head. "Secret's safe with me." She runs her fingers through your hair, her touch soothing. "Think you're ready to head back out there, or do you need a few more minutes?"

You consider for a moment, enjoying the playful calm you’ve settled in. "Maybe just a little longer," you mumble, leaning your forehead against Navarro's shoulder.

She wraps her arms around you, holding you close. "Take all the time you need, baby. I've got you."

You breathe in her familiar scent, feeling yourself start to sober up a bit. "Sorry I'm such a mess tonight," you mutter against her shirt.

She shakes her head. “You’re no-”

“Chill out mate, did no’ know she was wit’ you. Was rubbin’ all over me like she was all alone an’ needed a good fuck. Innit gorgeous?” Both of your heads snap towards the cocky, familiar voice.

Bjorn's lips curl into a confident smirk as he raises his hands in a taunting gesture. Your gaze falls to a girl caught between him and a towering, muscular man. Her wide eyes dart back and forth between the two, fear etched into her features. The tension in the air is palpable, and it’s clear that Bjorn is about to get his ass handed to him.

With a loud groan, you roll your eyes in exasperation and lightly push her away. “Go.”

Navarro hesitates, glancing between you and her brother. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”

You tilt your head and give her a firm nod, your tone laced with a hint of exasperation. “Yeah, I’ll be a lot better than Bjorn if you don’t go help him. Now go.” With a final push, you watch as she weaves her way through the bustling crowd towards Bjorn's side. 

You watch as Navarro makes her way through the crowd, her posture tense. As she approaches Bjorn and the muscular man, you can see her saying something, her voice lost in the noise of the bar. The large man's face contorts in anger, and he takes a menacing step towards Navarro.

You exhale a breath of relief as Tyler suddenly materializes, placing himself between the siblings and heated couple. His tall frame shields Bjorn and his calm demeanor helps diffuse the tension in the air.

You watch from a distance as Tyler's presence seems to deescalate the situation. The angry man's shoulders slowly relax, and the girl tugs on his arm, whispering something in his ear. After a moment, they turn and disappear into the crowd.

Navarro says something to Bjorn, her expression stern. He shrugs, a sheepish grin on his face, but you can see the relief in his eyes. Tyler claps him on the shoulder, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and disapproval.

As the two of them make their way back to their table, Navarro heads toward you. You straighten up, trying to look more composed. “Your brother’s an idiot.”

Scoffing, she rolls her tense shoulders. “Yeah, I know.”

Grinning, you stumble off the stool into her chest. With a breath of surprise she catches you. With a blunt and innocent tone, you look at her. “Now that that’s been settled, can we go home? I’m horny and want you.”

Navarro laughs and rolls her eyes with a blush. “You’re drunk.”

Shrugging, you try to straighten your face. “Drunk on love for you.” At her deadpan expression, you grumble against her cheek. “Fine. Fine.”

You press your weight into her for a moment and breathe in her scent before sighing. Grabbing her hand, you drag your feet as you reluctantly move towards your friends. You greet them as you wait for Nav to sit. You immediately fall into her lap and freeze as you adjust yourself.

Navarro pulls you back into her and you try to ignore the feel of her against you.

Pushing yourself closer to her, you lean into her and your breath hitches at the feel of it. Gulping, you glance down and subtly grind your core against her. Navarro’s hands tighten around you and you huff a breath into her neck. Your voice comes out in a whine. “Oh fuck. I- Please, don’t tell me you’ve been wearing it all night.”

Navarro nods and huskily whispers in your ear. “You’re more affectionate than usual when we go out, so I wanted to be ready for you baby. Won’t be doing anything while you’re drunk though.”

You whine and grab her hands, pulling them tighter around you. “I’m not drunk, I’m a little tipsy but ‘m not…”

Your voice trails off as you struggle to focus, the warmth of Navarro's body and the press of the toy between you clouding any coherent thoughts. You squirm in her lap, trying to find a comfortable position that doesn't send sparks of arousal through your body with every slight movement.

"Easy, baby," Navarro murmurs in your ear, her nose trails against your neck. "We're still in public, remember?"

You nod, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you settle against her. "Right, right. Public… You’re a cruel, cruel person."

"Behave," Navarro warns, her tone playful but firm. She gives your thigh a gentle squeeze. 

The warning sends a shiver down your spine. "You sure that’s what you want?" you tease.

Before Navarro can respond, Tyler's voice cuts through your heated banter. "Hey lovebirds, you gonna join the conversation or just keep whispering sweet nothings to each other all night?"

You blush, suddenly remembering you're not alone. Across the table, Kay raises a concerned eyebrow at you. "You okay? You look a little flushed, maybe you should slow down."

"'M fine," you mumble, waving a hand dismissively. "Just... warm in here."

You see their skeptical expressions and Bjorn snorts into his drink.

With a sly glint in your eyes, you seize the opportunity to divert their attention. Squinting at Bjorn, you tilt your head ever so slightly in challenge. “Y’know, I’m curious. D’you want to get the shit kicked out of you or are you just incapable of shutting your mouth?” Despite your harsh words, your tone is lighthearted.

Bjorn's body tenses at the provocation and he reacts with a pained groan, sinking back into his seat. Navarro's laughter echoes softly against your skin, leaving behind a light ticklish sensation. “She was all over me an’ how was I ‘sposed to know that she’d been with someone… An’ she was fit.”

Laughing, Tyler lifts his beer to his mouth. “S’that why you stepped up to her monster of a fucking boyfriend. Y’know he coulda kicked both of our arses.”

Smirking, Bjorn shrugs.

The conversation diverts to various random topics and you try to ignore your girlfriend and her teasing touches.

As the night wears on, you find it increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation around you. Navarro's hands wander subtly, tracing patterns on your thighs and stomach that send shivers through your body. Occasionally, she adjusts, slowly grinding into you. You try to participate in the conversations, but your responses become more disjointed and distracted.

"You sure you're alright?" Kay asks again, her brow furrowed with concern. "You've been awfully quiet."

You nod a bit too enthusiastically. "Yep! Totally fine. Just... listening." You clear your throat, trying to sound more convincing. "You guys are just so interesting."

Tyler snorts. "Right. Because Bjorn's story about his latest Tinder disaster is riveting stuff."

"Hey!" Bjorn protests. "'S not my fault she turned out to be a bloody alien fanatic!”

You open your mouth to respond, but Navarro cuts in smoothly. "Actually, we may head out. I think someone's had a bit too much to drink tonight."

You turn to pout at her, but the mischievous glint in her eye makes your breath catch. "Maybe you're right," you manage to say.

Tyler starts to rise from his chair. “D’you want any help?”

Navarro shakes her head with a smile and reassures him. “Nah, you guys stay and have fun. I’ve got her. We’ll just head home and pass out.”

Tyler’s face scrunches in worry. “Well, make sure she drinks water and there’s pain killers in the main toilet cabinet. There’s also-”

Rain interrupts him and places a calming hand on his arm. “We know you’ve got her. We’ll see you guys tomorrow. Be safe and love you guys.”

You both return the sentiment and part ways from your friends. Navarro slides an arm around your waist to guide you.

As you stumble out of the bar, the cool night air hits your flushed skin, providing some relief from the stuffy interior. Navarro's arm remains firmly around your waist, supporting you as you make your way to the car.

"You okay to walk, baby?" she asks, her voice low and concerned.

You nod, leaning into her. "Mmhmm. 'M fine. Just... distracted."

Navarro chuckles softly. "I bet." Her hand slides lower, giving your ass a firm squeeze. "Still want me when we get home?"

You whimper, your steps faltering slightly. "God, yes. Please."

Opening your car door, she carefully watches as you step into the car. You rub your hands together in an attempt to warm yourself and she slides into the seat next to you.

"Cold, baby?" she murmurs, turning the heat on.

You nod, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Mmhmm. Maybe you should warm me up."

Navarro chuckles. "Patience. We'll be home soon." A sharp squeal escapes your lips as her cold fingers slip under the hem of your shirt. Her icy touch sends shivers down your back and you smack her hand.

You playfully scold her with an annoyed tone. “Yah know, if I hadn’t sobered up before, I definitely have now asshole.”

Licking her lips with a grin, she barely glances at you as she turns out of the parking lot. “What happened to me being the sweetest, bestest, nicest girlfriend ever?”

Shrugging with a frown, you rub your nose and look out of the window. “Well I was wrong and under the influence.”

She hums in amusement and a comfortable silence settles over both of you.

Despite the lighthearted teasing and playful banter between you, your body is still consumed by a deep and primal arousal. Your skin feels hot and taut, your muscles tense with anticipation. Grinning mischievously, an idea comes to you.

Turning to her with a coy smile, you begin trailing soft kisses down the length of her neck. She glances at you skeptically from the corner of her eye, but keeps her focus on the road ahead. “What are you doin?”

Instead of answering verbally, you reach down and gently trace your fingers over her pants. Moaning softly against her skin, you stroke the toy through her pants. Her breath hitches in surprise and her hands grip tightly onto the steering wheel. “What happened to waiting till we got home, pretty girl?”

You part from her skin after a harsh suck to her neck. You shrug, unbuttoning her pants, your fingers trembling with anticipation. “Who said that?” you ask, voice husky.

You release the dildo from her pants and it springs up. Without hesitation, you spit on your hand and begin stroking Nav's length. “If you want me to stop, baby, tell me and I’ll stop,” you murmur, gazing at the side of her face. “You can drive us all the way home while I fuck myself on my fingers. Either way, it’s a win-win for me Ro.”

You can see the conflict in her eyes, but determination quickly settles over her. Swallowing, she nods and glances at you. “I want you to suck my cock until we make it home.”

Your core throbs at her words and you eagerly fulfill her desire. Lowering your head over her slick cock, you press a kiss to the engorged head. Moaning, your tongue traces the vein on the side and your lips encase the surrounding flesh, sucking. 

Navarro moans and resists the urge to look down at the mess you're making. The noise of your sloppy mouth pleasuring her sound throughout the car, persisting over the music on the radio.

You take Navarro deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck. Your tongue swirls around the head of the toy before you slide down further, taking as much as you can. Navarro's hips twitch, fighting the urge to thrust up into your eager mouth.

"Fuck, baby," she groans, one hand leaving the steering wheel to tangle in your hair.

You hum around her, the vibrations making her gasp. Your hand works what you can't fit in your mouth, twisting and stroking in time with your bobbing head.

Navarro's breathing becomes more ragged as she tries to focus on the road. Her thighs tense under you, her arousal building at your desperation and pure want for her.

"We're almost home," she pants.

Navarro's grip on the steering wheel tightens as you take her deeper into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the shaft, tracing every ridge and vein of the toy. She lets out a shaky breath, fighting to keep her focus on the road. Your hand works the base of the toy as you bob your head, taking her as deep as you can manage in this position.

Navarro's breathing grows heavier, her knuckles white on the wheel. "We're almost home," she manages to say, her voice strained. "Just a few more minutes."

You force yourself down, the noise of her tip hitting the back of your throat loud. Your free hand slides up to her hand on the back of your head, and you press it down, silently encouraging her to guide you.

Navarro groans out an elongated Fuuuck, before pulling you off of her and gently guiding you back to your seat. You pant and quickly reach a hand into your pants to touch yourself. You whimper as your hand meets the mess in your pants and your press finger to your clit.

Your eyes shoot open as Nav rips your hand out of your pants. Glancing around, you noticed she parked in an abandoned parking lot. Her voice is breathy as she moves to slide your pants down. “Can’t wait till we get home. Need you to ride me now.”

You gasp as Navarro's hands grip your hips, helping you straddle her lap in the driver's seat. The confined space of the car makes it awkward, but your need overwhelms any discomfort. You can feel the toy pressing against your entrance, slick with your saliva.

"You sure?" you breathe, searching her eyes.

Navarro nods, her pupils blown wide with lust. "Need you, baby. Now."

You moan as she lines up the toy with your entrance, your slick arousal making it easy for her to slide inside. You sink down slowly, savoring the delicious stretch.

"Fuck," you whimper, your forehead pressed against hers. "You feel so good."

Navarro's hands guide your hips as you start to move, urging you to move faster. "That's it," she groans. "Fuck, you’re gorgeous baby. Ride me so well."

The car feels impossibly hot, windows already starting to fog. Your hands brace against the headrest for leverage as you ride her.

Your breath comes out in labored moans as your hips to roll faster and harder in Navarro's lap, the toy filling you completely with each forceful thrust. The cramped quarters of the car only intensify the sensations, your bodies pressed tightly against one another.

Your desperation builds with each roll of your hips. Navarro's hands grip your waist tightly, as she thrusts up to meet you. The car rocks slightly with the force of your thrusts.

"Oh god, Ro," you pant, your head falling back. “Your cock feels so good baby."

Navarro leans forward, her mouth latching onto your exposed neck. "Come on baby, cum for me," she growls against your skin. "Let me know how good I make you feel, pretty girl."

Her words send a shiver down your spine. You grind down harder, chasing your release. Navarro's fingers quickly find your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

You whimper, your walls clenching around the toy as your orgasm washes over you. You pant into each other’s mouths as you both catch your breath, you more so than her. Swallowing, you force yourself up on shaky legs and Navarro quickly assists you.

The toy flops out of you and she guides you to lean on her chest. Rubbing your back, she presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head and mumbles. “Love you.”

Huffing, you mumble back. “Love you too.”

[backstabber128]

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How could you forget your roots?

[radaverse]

When the angsty ahh aus meet

+ smol comfort bestie swap

[dollypopup]

I just need every single person in this fandom who has ever been mean about Luke Newton to know that Nicola Coughlan hates you. Genuinely and wholeheartedly.

She hates you. Sure, she won't say it aloud, because she's a professional who knows her career lives or dies by fans, but please know that she does. She hates you if you've said Colin gave you the ick, especially so if you said it to Luke, she hates you if you've left a rude comment on his social media, she hates you if you acted like she didn't like him or that she was shading him, she hates you if you bullied the people around him, she hates you if you said something disparaging about how he looks or how he acts, she. hates. you.

And sure, it's not all people who are in her or Pen's fanbase, in fact a lot of people have been cruel about him outside of the Polin fandom, but a LOT of people are Pen fans, and hearing her talking about how defensive she gets over him when people say something rude about him? And knowing there are SO many stupid opinion blogs and youtubers and tiktokers who say they're Pen fans and Nicola fans but are mean as fuck about Luke?

I need every single one of them, in particular those who have been out here making up stupid shit to be mad at him about 'on her behalf' to know that when you say something mean about the man she gushed to her Mum about, and who her Mum was so excited to meet because she just knew he was kind, the man she introduced to her entire family, the man she is always reaching for and hugging and snuggling up to and calling wonderful and giggling around and saying how she wouldn't want to do such vulnerable intimate scenes without and complimenting and leaning on and having fun with and calling a special person in her life, she is taking off her earrings and ready to meet you outside in his honor

because she hates you for being a dick about him. hope that clears things up

[cerulean-crow]

Twicord my beloved <3 Using my redesigns this time!

Fun fact! This was basically my first real ship, basically ever! I was never too into shipping growing up and I was very confused about just how much discourse surrounded it and how absolutely feral some people got over their ships.

But Mlp was what would open me up to stuff like multishipping and crack shipping and how to enjoy a good rare pair- so at one point I just decided I was going to ship something I didn’t see anyone else really shipping. Thus! Twicord!!

At a certain point it stopped being a “joke” and this pairing has since owned my heart for the last decade <3

Sketch and flats under the cut because why not- I tried rendering this a bit differently and I like how it came out

[kooki914]

I hope we get to see Asgore fight the cyber queen bitch.

It’d be funny

No <3

Have this wholesomeness instead

[silverhalla]

Back at it again with another theory: What if Lucanis’ betrayal wasn’t a betrayal at all?

(obviously, spoilers below the cut)

During The Wigmaker Job, we have some dialogue between Illario and Lucanis about their position within both the Crows and the Dellamorte family. Illario wants Caterina to step down so he can take the coveted First Talon spot. Lucanis reassures him that his time is coming, to which Illario makes a snide comment about whether his cousin would ever go against their grandmother’s wishes. When they continue the conversation after the job, Illario states that Lucanis is the potential heir, that he’s her favorite, and that he’s unlikely to say no to her. Lucanis doesn’t argue, only insists that he doesn’t want to be First Talon, and that he hopes she’ll see reason before that. It’s mentioned again in Eight Little Talons - Caterina favors Lucanis. It’s well-known enough among the Crows that Viago and Teia discuss it in front of her (not on purpose, but she doesn’t deny it). He’s her prodigy through and through.

In the opening scene for the Lucanis quest in Veilguard, Caterina is poised, as you’d expect of the First Talon. She’s certain that the body they buried wasn’t her grandson, that it had been altered with blood magic. She doesn’t pose it as a theory, though: she poses it as a fact. It could, of course, merely be her confidence, but there’s another very unusual aspect to the scene – everyone else discusses how Lucanis was clearly betrayed, that someone must have sold him out in order for the Venatori to capture him. Caterina is the only one in that room who never speaks on it. She doesn’t ask for justice, doesn’t mention vengeance, never acknowledges that her grandson was sold out by someone he trusted – perhaps because he wasn’t. 

What if, when Caterina comes to him with a plan, with an impossible request, he’s still her favorite prodigal grandchild, and he still does whatever she asks? She’s had him tortured before as a child, has tortured and starved and beaten him herself before, because it makes him stronger and more resistant to it in the future. He says in The Wigmaker Job that he used to hate her for it, but now he understands. He justifies it. All Crows justify it, because they have to - if they don’t, then the cruelty wasn’t for survival’s sake, and their suffering meant nothing. Perhaps he doesn’t even question it. When Caterina tells him that she has a job for him, he takes it. 

What if the contract has a caveat? Sure, Calivan must die by his hand by the end of it, a little treat for a job well done, but what if his primary mission is reconnaissance, is discovery? The Venatori are using blood magic to torture and corrupt prisoners. It would behoove the Crows to find out what it entails and how to resist it, before it’s turned back on them. It would have to be someone so deeply, unabashedly loyal to her that when she asked them to infiltrate a Venatori prison, expecting torture at best, their own death at worst, they’d take the job anyway, no questions asked - someone Caterina can trust, certainly, but also someone who has never once said no to her.

And Lucanis has always been a loyal grandson. 

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

.

.

.

" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.

[book-lover85]

Stay at home dad and artist on commission Keefe

[sysig]

They’re both so cute, what’s up with that (Patreon)

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

The Spider And Her Demons

YA Australian urban fantasy/horror

about a Malaysian-Chinese girl who’s half spider-demon, just trying to keep her head down and survive high school

when she accidentally kills and eats a man in front of the most popular girl at school, they strike up a strange friendship and she starts to learn more about herself and the supernatural world

aroacespec/sapphic ish

[herearedragons]

observations about Devil's metal body that make me feel normal

it's ornate. there are vine/floral patterns. there are alternating colors of metal. purely aesthetic things that Galvino didn't have to put there but still did

she has fingernails (mentioned in a voice line) and sculpted realistic ears

her face is a solid mask

her face is a solid mask

literally I think the only range of facial expression she has is by moving her eyes???

you went to the trouble of engraving decorative patterns and sculpting ears and fingernails but you didn't bother with facial expressions. and why would you. if your main priority is making this body aesthetically pleasing rather than convenient to live in

Galvino I just want to talk

[shalpilot]

oh so that's where he went

[landoffreaksandfrogs]

the summoner hesitates.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

They gave Topper a girlfriend— devastating actually, I hope he stays fucking insane and obsessive and possessive and a little bitch cause otherwise what’s the poooiiinntttt

I need my kooks PATHETIC and USELESS. She better blow up on him for ignoring her to do whatever Rafe’s asking of him this time, I need him to be the worst boyfriend ever cause there’s no way that man can Be Normal for a second lol

[dirtytransmasc]

I need more selkie theon (and asha. I just think that would be a vibe. fuck the greyjoy sigil being a kraken for a moment and let them be seals) content.

like the opportunity to have theon's coat taken by ned when he's made his ward is right there and it is perfect and beautiful and tragic.

and you could build on that depending on the version of the selkie myth/story you're going off of (I personally love the song of the sea version of selkies for story writing). maybe he can't talk without it, maybe he gets sick, maybe his voice has magical properties of sorts.

I have this one concept in my head that I don't have the time to write, but it goes something along the lines of theon getting sick after years away from his coat and the stark kids have to find his coat and drag his slowly dying ass to the bay of seals (cause y'know bay of seals and theon's a selkie so he'll turn into a seal... I thought it was creative).

also, in a lot of versions of selkies, when they get sick, their hair turns white, which is on brand for theon. they're also pretty, their stories are typically soaked to the bone in tragedy, they're normally held captive/tortured, amongst other things, which are also very on brand for theon.

and maybe you get some selkie to selkie telepathy of sorts, so when theon finally enter the water a seal again, asha books it to come find him, cause its been years since she's been able to feel him (I'm soft for them, I will create the most improbable and ridiculous scenario's to bring them together and for them to have soft sibling moments).

all and all, theon being a selkie is something I need more content of, please and thank you.