#someone pry pyke from my hands get him away from me

[weirdglassthing]

There’s NO WAY my last art post was Kavir beating up Torbek

The first three are the most recent and my favs! Look at those cuties! Oh and Kavir Leboosh and pyke I guess 🙄

Hootsie T cutesie grimgrin you will always be famous..

I wanna draw more of ouaw krew meets sdr it’s actually so fun (they’ve been swimming around my head)

Dandy steps foot in their vicinity and she’s adopted immediately

Hootsie and Dandy would be the cutest sisters

Druid family <3 Druid family <3

[shurelyasreverie]

Hi! Could you do a oneshot where the reader (male) is thrown to the ocean by some people because he looks like a girl due to his shoulder length hair, the reader doesn't know how to swim but Pyke saves the reader, teaches him how to swim, becomes his friend and he protects him? Have a nice day!

I'm really sorry this plot isn't specifically what you requested! Your request just gave me an amazing plot idea and it sort of took a life of it's own, I hope the final product is still okay with you!

Pyke x Reader: To the Depths

Word Count: 1806

Warning: Physical and verbal harassment based on gender stereotypes (feminine), violence, drowning and swearing. Please read with caution.

Only when you felt the salty wind against your cheek did you fully register where you were. Hauled up to deck by your own mates, their hands everywhere on your body, their grip strangling all your limbs. They laughed as you thrashed against their hold, trying to stand up but they forced your knees onto the splintered timber.

You should've known this was going to happen. You could do your duties as efficiently and quietly as possible, avoid conflict with everyone on this godforsaken ship, and they'll still find a way to make you bait if they wanted to. Pirates were pirates after all, they thrived off destruction, stooping lower than the low for some short-term gain.

“C'mon, won't you give me some attention, lass?” A pirate asked, twirling a lock of your hair. When you jerked your head away he immediately spat in your face in retaliation. Multiple pirates pinned you down.

“We'll take 'em to the depths, aye?” Another suggested to the crew and they cheered in agreement. A pirate searched through your pockets, searching for any valuables and you squirmed. Through teary eyes, you managed to see a figure passing in the distance, a small sliver of hope.

“Captain!” You screamed. The crew stopped. The captain stopped in his tracks and started walking towards you. Looking down at your pitiful form, he regarded the rest of the pirates.

“What's this, then?” The captain looked at one of the pirates leading the harassment. In response, he hesitated, stuttering to explain himself. The captain tutted and you started to wiggle free from some of the hands that were on you.

The captain smirked, his expression darkening.

“You've got t' send the princess off properly!”

The crew cheered as the captain retrieved a ball and chain and your heart dropped. Panic rose within you, making you feel nauseous as you tried harder to run but all hands were on you, pushing your back into the ground. Your limbs were pinned to the floor as the captain approached you, attaching the chained cannonball to your ankle. Through your tears of fear, there were tears of rage. You screamed not only for your innocence but also at the world for your unfair treatment. You screamed at the crew who had wronged you. All of them you damned to hell as they threw you overboard.

You sunk deeper into the sea. You weren't able to get a proper breath of air before entering the waters, your throat was already burning. Reaching down, you pushed at the chain, hoping it'll slip off of your leg and let you swim free. Eyes stinging at the salt, you could see brief lights and movement all around you. The seas of Bilgewater were known for its thriving creatures that attacked and ate many. Hopefully one would take pity on you and feast on you before you ran out of oxygen. It'd be quicker anyway.

But you continued to sink, deeper into the abyss. The waters so dark you couldn't see ahead, the pressure making every limb hurt. Your head was pounding, your pulse was slowing, white spots were fielding your vision. As numbness started to prick at your extremities and spread further up your limbs, you gave up and let your consciousness fade.

You were certain you were on the way to meet your maker. The weight on your ankle had disappeared, you felt a pressure on your chest, lifting you up. Water rushing around you, the pressure of the sea was starting to alleviate, you sensed the world was becoming lighter as you faded further into darkness.

The next sensation you ever felt was a pounding on your chest. Not the pounding of your heartbeat but hands on your ribs, forcing a pulse back into you. A rush of water exited your lungs and you choked it out, turning to your side to cough as you gasped for air. Yet when you finally opened your eyes, you weren't at an unfamiliar looking spirit realm, instead you were back at the all-too familiar docks of Bilgewater.

Looking up, you noticed a man sitting cross-legged, watching you with glowing blue eyes. His lower face obscured by a red bandana, yet when he spoke his voice didn't sound muffled at all. Instead it was deep and gurgling, encompassing you, as if you were back in the abyss.

“Thought you'd never wake,” he stated and you stared at him.

“Did you-” you choked as your voice came out raspy. You coughed up some more water but the man seemed patient enough, waiting for you. “Did you save me?”

He nodded.

“Why?”

“The depths ain't a place for the livin',” he responded.

“I'm only living thanks to you,” you admitted. Not knowing what else to do, you held out your hand to him. “(Y/N).”

The man took your hand, shaking it firmly but he didn't reply and looked out to the docks. It was fully night, the line where the sky ended and the sea begun had blurred. You frowned as you went through what you thought would be your final memories. How you were engulfed in darkness, warmth absent and the pressure crushing.

“How did you save me?”

There was a low, rumbling chuckle in response. He took his time, calculating his answer. The man seemed nonchalant but you noticed his eyes cautiously dart to you occasionally.

“I didn't do any savin', I just put you back where you belonged, with the livin'.”

“But how?” You tried to pry. “You only have your harpoon, possibly a hunters knife. How did you reach me in time?”

“I was already in the depths.”

Your head tilted in confusion trying to piece together his ambiguous answers. Was he implying he wasn't even alive? A human just like you? But you looked at his scarred face, how his eyes glowed. How the very essence of the abyss seemed to emanate around him. Perhaps he wasn't so human after all.

Sighing, you stood up, trying to shake off your nerves. You thanked him for his aid, checking your pockets to possibly give him some gold out of thanks. But it was only then you realised, everything you owned was back on that cursed ship. Any change of clothes, the few valuables you had, were all in the quarters you shared with the crew. Without a doubt they would have raided all your belongings and taken everything.

By now the shock had started to leave your body. The cold of the depths had left you and now you were only burning with rage. You didn't deserve any of this. Only a day ago you were living a tolerable life. You thought you had the respect of the crew and captain, rations were decent and the work wasn't so strenuous. Now you had nothing.

���I'll make them pay.”

“Hm?” Your rescuer looked at you with raised eyebrows. You hadn't even noticed that the words escaped your lips, but you looked at him with pure intent. All these years you tried to take the peaceful, high moral ground. Your unfortunate social standing meant you had no choice but to take a life aboard a ship but you tried to maintain a moral code, you tried to give those who wronged you the benefit of the doubt. No more.

“My crew,” you spat out the words. “I did everything by the damn book. I helped them out, I did my part.”

“You a pirate?” he asked. The tone in his voice changed, cautious, a hint of hostility.

“In the loosest sense of the word,” you huffed. “I was on a pirate ship, I helped a crew and worked for a captain but don't group me up with those bastards.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “They wronged you?”

“Who do you think threw me overboard?” You seethed.

“You want them dead?”

The simple question made you hesitate. You had never condemned someone to such a fate before, let alone multiple. The word “dead” held such a strong grip on you, especially now you had such a close experience to it. But you remembered how you were dragged out onto the decks, the jeering faces of the entire ship as they wanted to see you gone. How they strung you along for so many months, using your aid until they deemed it more entertaining to throw you overboard. They used you.

“Yes.”

Like a judge that had slammed down the gavel, you made your verdict and decided the sentence.

“I see,” the man stood up. “And what're you willin' to give for that?”

“Everything,” you replied. Admittedly, you had nothing left to give right now, but you were determined to build yourself back up. For the entire ship to feel just a fraction of the pain you felt. For them to pay for their crime against you and all the crimes they've committed before.

The man looked out thoughtfully. He took out one of the many daggers strapped to him, offering the handle out to you.

“The name's Pyke.”

You felt the name had a special importance, since he was reluctant to tell you before. You almost felt proud that he told you, it was a symbol of trust. You reached to take the knife, fingers curling around the handle.

“A tavern down the docks takes payment in work. You can stay with 'em, they're good people,” Pyke instructed. “I'll find you in the morning. You've got a lot to learn.”

“Thank you,” your were stunned. “But why?”

“Why?”

“Why're you helping me?”

“They've got a debt to pay. All of 'em” Pyke replied. “You're a rare one. Good people ain't easy to come by, even less willin' to do what I do, I'll take 'em when I can.”

“Who are you?” You asked.

“You know me as Pyke.”

“No, more than that. Who – or what – are you?”

“You'll figure out soon enough,” he chuckled, his glowing eyes turning into crescents as he grinned through the bandana. He jerked his head towards his dagger that was still in your hands. “You'll need to learn how to use that well.”

“I already know a couple of tricks,” you admitted. Pyke sent an approving look as you attached the blade to your belt. “And just how exactly do you plan to eliminate an entire crew and their captain?”

Even though you could only see half his face, you could tell how his smile changed. How it became sadistic, wild, his eyes shining with the green light you thought you only saw in the monsters of the sea.

“We drag 'em to the depths.”

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The New Apprentice Part 8

Maul x Sith!reader 

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Yall it has been a God damn week I'll tell you that. So sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. Fair warning, had to do some already known stuffs to move the story along the timeline and I just wasn't feeling it while writing, but it's important to the timeliness nonetheless.

WARNINGS: 18+ P in V sex, unprotected sex, Canon violence. Kinda angsty at the end? Idk.

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       The following morning you awoke alone in your tent. The cool morning air aiding to shake the fog from your mind as you thought of the previous night. A smile twitched on your lips that was soon replaced with a heavy eye roll. One of your pant legs had been torn up the seam by the medic who worked on you. Shrugging, you ripped off the tattered fabric and did the same to the other to match. Sliding on your now short one piece you pulled on your boots, hung your sabers from your hips and left your little shelter.

    You knew why Maul left; he didn't want anyone to think the two of you were involved until the situation was less vulnerable. You were thankful he waited until you were asleep before he absconded into the darkness. Maker, you had to stop thinking about it lest you rile yourself up again. It was time to go to work, continue to prove to your master that you deserved to be at his side. That he needed you there.

    You were relieved that Savage followed behind you a few minutes later. At least you weren't the last one up. Pre and Maul strode through the camp with you and Savage following closely behind.

"We will need an army if we are to successfully take back Mandalore." Your master rumbled.

"The people will support us once we remind them who they are." Pre retorted.

"Perhaps... but the Black Suns will be able to provide us with resources beneath the attention of the Republic."

"They're a crime syndicate!"

"Yes, and a powerful one that will lead to our victory. We have but one chance to pull this off."

      Boarding a Mandalorian starship with your Master and Savage was quiet. You had decided to keep your mouth shut and revel in Maul's ability to command and scheme. You stood at Savage's side with your hands clasped behind your back, back straight and chin high. Your weapons dangled dangerously at your hips. Every so often a Mandalorian would look at you curiously through their visor to which you responded the same every time. You gazed into their black where their unseen eyes lay behind, unblinking with a straight lip and an air of importance until they turned away. Savage quirked a lip slightly every time.

When you were alone he rumbled quietly.

"You make them uneasy. Much more than I do I think."

"I hardly doubt that my friend." Your voice soft and cold in the off chance someone could hear you.

"Possibly... they fear us."

"Good. Then they will stay in line under Lord Maul. A warrior should never show fear. They may be strong but they've shown a vital weakness we will exploit in time if necessary."

    Maul was the only one within ear shot and he silently listened to your words. Although he didn't show it at the time externally, his chest swelled in pride.

    After landing on Mustafar they were greeted with a battalion led by a tall Falleen male by the name of Vigo Ziton Maj. He chuckled when your master harshly requested an audience but he led Maul, Savage, Pre Vizsla and yourself inside the fortress anyway.

    Five more men sat at a long black table upon your entrance. When demanded that they join you, you were met with exclamations of amusement and they attempted to call for your deaths.

    Without hesitation you and Savage each tossed a spinning lightsaber in their direction. Effectively beheading each and every one of the leaders in single mirrored motions. After seeing first handedly that denial of an alliance would lead to death, Moj, the next in line to lead agreed to join your cause without hesitation.

    The Pykes practically handed themselves over to you once news about the Black Suns had reached their ears. The offer of their alliance was a grateful surprise to you. Recognizing the slow shift in universal power only spurred your attraction to your master. Visions of you riding his throbbing cock permeated your mind and drifted to his.

    On the ride to Nal Hutta these thoughts only grew in intensity as your sinful need grew. It had been days since he had last touched you and although you maintained an outward composure, your mind reeled. With only a few hours until your arrival, Maul strode past you, pausing momentarily to give you a knowing glance and ever so slight nod of his head. You waited a minute before following his force signature until a supply closet door hissed open. He grabbed you almost violently, pulling you within the small enclosure. He listened to be sure you weren't followed before he turned to you.

"My my what devious thoughts you project little one." He cooed as he pulled you into his embrace. With your back to his chest, he lowered his face into the crook of your neck, planting gentle wet kisses to your sensitive skin and lightly nipping at your ear. You took his hand and covered your mouth to stifle a whimper as he ground his hardening cock into your rear. You could feel the heat of your core as his velvety voice hummed in the ear he was toying with.

"Now, I'd much rather take my time with you but it seems you need some tension released. I'll need you clear headed on this venture. I believe the Hutt Clan will give us the most trouble in forming an alliance. Would you like my help my sweet little apprentice?"

    You nodded fervently, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he slid your one piece down until it pooled on the floor. He bent you over infinitesimally, just enough to grant him entrance. He prodded his hot, firm erection against your folds letting out a silent groan feeling how wet you already were.

"God's I've hardly touched you and your soaking wet you naughty little girl."

    Without warning he slipping inside you, biting one of his fingers to keep from crying out. He thrusted into at a brutal pace, sinking to his hilt with every rut. It didn't take long before you were fluttering around him and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Maker, you're going to cum for me.. I can feel it... Let go my dear. Cum all over my cock."

    The command he soothed had you unraveling faster than you thought possible. The excitement of the risk at being found out only encouraged your orgasm. Still shaking from the aftershocks, your master bit your shoulder as he throbbed and filled you.

    You hastily cleaned yourself, getting ready to leave before you were caught but Maul grabbed your wrist and brought you back into an embrace. Gently pressing his forehead to yours and wrapping his arms around you.

"Soon you'll be at my side at all times my dear. Would you like that?" His glowing amber eyes meeting yours.

"Yes Master, of course."

    You pressed your lips to his and trying to calm your flush you left the small enclosure with newfound resolve undoubtedly spurred by your bliss.

       Maul had been correct as usual. The Hutts were in fact quite resistant. After hearing that they wouldn't be paid and that the deal was an alliance for their lives, five bounty hunters and the whole guard rushed the room. Desperate for some leverage you deflected the barrage of incoming blaster fire along with your master while leading them slowly out to the landing platform.

Finally, she's good for something you thought as Bo Katan fired rockets into the fortress, effectively killing most of the guard.

    You gave chase back into the fortress and fought the remaining bounty hunters. Unwillingly admitting that they were giving you more trouble than you would've hoped. Darting away from a purple woman with orange hair you kicked a dog off of your master while the bounty hunters made their retreat. Maul was convinced that they wouldn't be a further threat so you let them escape with their lives and empty pockets.

    You ended up having to travel to the gods awful desert planet of Tatooine for Jabba to finally agree to your terms.

       Back on Zanbar you and Savage shared a meal while Maul oversaw the organization of the troops and mixed crime syndicates.

"You seem restless." Savage noted.

"Duuuh." You exasperated. "All this planning and waiting and organizing. Ugh, I wanna go fuck shit up. We've been so busy with the boring shit I haven't even had time to train. Aside from that bounty hunter scuffle."

"Worry not little one, you'll be terrorizing the Mandalorians planet side with everyone soon enough." You scoffed at his response to which he cocked his brow.

"No, I'm not. Master wants me in the shadows. Something about the people recognizing me later on being a problem with his grand scheme."

"He has a habit of only telling half of a truth. Trust comes slowly to him. You know this." You sighed, pushing away your plate and pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Yes, I'm well aware. More so than he would like I'm sure."

"He cares very deeply for you."

"And I him but all this sitting around will get me nowhere. I told you about what happened on Malachor... for the first time since I've joined you two it feels like my feet are taking me some where I'm not supposed to go... it's been weeks and the only thing I've learned in that time frame is how to take his cock in secret, away from prying eyes."

    Savage nearly choked and also disregarded his food and sat looking at you with a pained look in his eyes.

"What will you do then?"

"Honestly? I haven't the faintest idea. All I know is that I'm supposed to 'extinguish the fear but always remember that 'the shadow cannot exist without the light' whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean."

"If you don't know what it means how do you know you're on the wrong path?" You paused at his question.

"Jedi and Sith both always say to trust in the force... I need to meditate on this."

    Savage nodded as you stood from your seat walking back towards your tent. Your master was a strong force user and ever since that night you two had opened up your minds to one another, truly lay bare before the other, it was damn near impossible to keep him out. When you passed him and Vizsla you had known they couldn't hear your conversation but the way that his eyes followed you. A specific crease in his brow. You had no doubt it had anything to do with Vizsla's ramblings, you realized he probably felt your conflict.

    Disappearing into your canvas enclosure you tried to push the thought of your lover, no, your master; down and away from the forefront of your mind. Gods above though, he was your lover. You loved him, so much. What if he was guiding you away from the place you needed to go? Everything felt right before you allied with the Death Watch. The weeks you spent training and traveling to Malachor felt right. But this, this felt like it was his path not yours. If your destinies didn’t cross would he abandon his to join you? Could you abandon yours to join him? You knelt in the center of your tent and straightened your back, closing your eyes. Allowing your mind to rest, allow the wild eradications to still and drift away. This was important. This was your destiny. You suddenly realized why, although you'd never admit it, the Jedi forbid attachments in their freakish cult.

[annoyedfanfiction]

the chosen (6)

qui-gon x reader

“Couldn’t just go back to normal,” you sighed, scrambling over dunes towards the broken ship. “Had to go fucking missing.” It was eerily quiet, but you supposed that was to be expected from an uninhabited moon. The wind whistled through the holes in the ship’s casing, an eerie moaning more suited to a moonless night than this glaring desert daylight. Dyas’ body was mangled, shattered through the windscreen of the ship and gored on the ruptured metal plating. You pressed a hand to his forehead, and forced yourself into his mind. A bounty hunter glittered at the forefront, flashing yellow eyes, hundreds of faces all the same, Kamino. “Help,” another man croaked, reaching for you from the back of the ship. His face was pale, sweating and trembling, but the most deadly threat to him at the moment was shock. “Hey, I’m here,” you assured him, letting his hand clasp around your arm as you worked to release him from the broken trappings of his seat. “You’re Valorum’s aide, right? Silman? What happened?” “Pykes!” He moaned as you released him, pulling him into the open air. Whirring above you alerted you to what had caused the crash: the huge, over-powered pile of scrap-metal that was a Pyke ship.

“Great,” you muttered, shoving him back into the ship and throwing your communicator at him. “The button with Bea on will get us out of here!” Several Pykes emerged from the ship, haphazardly armoured in mismatched metals and armed with makeshift blasters and blades that were definitely not pedigree but surely no less sharp. “Hi!” you smiled, activating your lightsaber. “Nice day for it.” One of them fired at you, and you swatted it away, spinning on your heel to remove the head from the body of the unsuspecting bandit who had decided to stab you while you were distracted. “How are you going with that communicator?” you called behind you, as another hundred Pykes descended from their ship. “You’re glowing!” Silman exclaimed, poking his head out of the ship to answer you and stopping in his tracks. “I do that sometimes,” you replied, nonchalantly, fixing your gaze on the approaching swarm of bandits. “Recommend closing your eyes, this might get a bit bright.” You focused all your energy into the warmth in your hands, feeling your power surge there until the Force began to crackle with its energy, and you released it, throwing them all back, just as your ship floated down from above you. “In! In!” Silman obediently followed you up the ramp of the cargo hold which shut quickly behind you, leaving you to collapse dramatically onto one of the bench seats in the back of your ship, exhaling loudly. “R1-B8, you are an angel.” The droid beeped happily back at you as you floated away from Oba Diah’s moon. “Take us to Kamino.” “Kamino?” Silman questioned, eyeing your exhausted form. “We should return to Coruscant.” “Something’s going on here and I don’t like it,” you answered, not bothering to sit up as exhaustion washed through you. “Dyas was up to something and I’m pretty sure whoever shot you down knew it.” “And what state are you in to defend us from those who hired the Pykes?” Silman demanded, worriedly. “You’re clearly exhausted.” “Kamino is an hour away,” you assured him, tiredly. “Plenty of time for a nap.”

“What’s Order 66?” you demanded, hand wrapped tightly around Dooku’s throat. “What are you going to do to me?” the older Jedi sneered. “Kill me? You’re too weak. Too much of a sucker to my Master’s Light side nonsense.” You released the instinctive hold you’d kept on your Force presence, feeling the Force flood in and around and through you as you closed your grip further. “What is Order 66?” His eyes widened, face flooding purple as he gasped for breath. “Eradicate the Jedi,” he choked, eyes sparking yellow as he tried to pry your hand from his throat. “Kill them all.” You smirked, tossing him aside, and looked to the Kaminoans, who were watching you all curiously. “Well, how wonderful,” you said, nonchalantly, lips never twitching from their dark smile. “Remove it.” You looked at the Clones around you, their faces nervous but unflinching as they waited for you to order them destroyed, and you hesitated. “Cease production,” you ordered, eventually. “Let those you have already created live.” You transferred the credits without so much as flinching. “They belong to the Jedi Order – no higher bidder will take them.” The Kaminoans nodded obediently, their eyes glazed. “They will live freely.” You turned away, tucking your credit chip back into your robes. “I will consult the Order.”

“You just influenced 30 people at once,” Silman muttered, staring, as you dragged the unconscious Dooku back onto your ship. “Is this regular practice?” “I do not enjoy mind tricks, Master Silman,” you answered, flatly, as you returned to the ship. “They are a violation of free will. I would not use them unless I thought the situation was genuinely critical. That the Order and the army my former master was creating have been infiltrated by Sith calls for firm action.” “And yet you did not have the Clones killed,” he queried, raising an eyebrow. “I said firm,” you replied, fixing him with a sad gaze, “Not ruthless. Bea, to Coruscant.” “You’ve been stabbed. Will you make it to Coruscant with no help?” Silman asked. “You ask a lot of questions,” you said, looking up at him from where you’d flopped onto a seat. “But yes, just give me a few minutes and I’ll have this wound fixed up, right as rain.” “Hey.” Someone poked you, rather hard. “Master Jedi? I think you passed out. Should we stop?” You blinked your eyes open, glaring up at Silman’s worried figure. “Oops,” you muttered, eventually, glower softening as you dragged yourself into a sitting position and brought your hand to the wound around your ribs. “No, no need to stop.” You pulled your hadn’t away, showing it to him. “No blood, see? The Force has healed it. Must’ve just tired me out doing it.” You shuffled into the cockpit, glancing at Bea’s monitor. “We’re only half an hour from Coruscant anyway.”