#*THROWS VERY SHINY BALL ON FLOOR*

[child-of-the-cosmos]

Blacked out after I watched The Amazing Digital Circus, and drew this

Behold, clown lady my beloved.

#everybody wants to be a clown on the inside i think #like #no worries #just squeaky honk honk nose #you either become the clown #or the jester #or both #there is no inbetween #no wait #technically wouldn't becoming both be like Inbetween the two?? #okay so now i stand corrected #moral of the story.... #*THROWS VERY SHINY BALL ON FLOOR* #OMG LOOK DISTRACTION LOOK LOOK LOOK- #my art #fanart #digital circus #the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni

[munsster]

Hiiiiiiii loved your Eddie munson x wealthy!reader fix, I was wondering if you could do a billy Hargrove one? Thank you bby💗

billy with a wealthy s/o

A/N: its 100% giving reluctant allies to lovers gif cred: @selinasdalton

Warnings: partying, drinking/smoking, insults (mostly playful), pet names (sweetheart), implied sex

the FIRST thing i thought of was reader rolling with the popular crowd

ie harrington, tommy, carol etc

and seeing billy for the first time at a party

honestly, he probably offers you a drink or better yet a smoke

and you’re disgusted (horny)

and he thinks he’s totally gonna score (you accepted his drink offer)

neither of you really remember how or when it started

you can never agree on an anniversary date

but you both know he fell first

mainly because he was absolutely floored by just how many insults you had ready in your back pocket

“the ball goes in the basket, airhead” “you look like rob lowe if he was a woman and a munch” “my dog could sink more free throws than you and he’s 20 years old”

honestly, he was a little flattered by your creativity

which is why he knew he had to get in your pants somehow

and the first time you invited him over to your house, you wouldn’t hear the end of it

“hey, richie rich, where’s your robot maid?”

“oh, it’s her day off”

“…”

“i’m kidding,” you tease, “she’s not a robot”

he does not know how to handle the amount of shit you spoil him with

“billy… i really like your necklace”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“i can buy you a new—”

“i dont need a new one, sweetheart”

and you don’t know how to handle the fact that he doesn’t want to be spoiled

but you eventually figure out how to be sneaky with it

making him lunches (con caviar), ‘accidentally’ misplacing his shoes so you have to buy him new ones, taking him to fancy barbershops and paying half the cost so it still seems like he’s paying the full price

some may say it’s manipulative. you say it’s loving.

and the first time he buys you a meaningful, mildly expensive gift, you tear up a little bit

you bringing him to the golf course and finding out 1) he’s really good at golf and 2) he is excellent cougar bait

not that you want the over 60’s hitting on your man, but it’s very sweet when they send him drinks and call him a handsome young man

you definitely encourage him to play into it with some “how are you young ladies this evening?” and “don’t you have to be 21 to sit at the bar?” action

he has his fun with it, but he really only does it ‘cause it makes you smile

would never BEG for anything…. but he DOES get really sad when you don’t bring him to the mall to watch you try on shoes or sweaters or whatever.

yeah, if there’s something he’d beg for, it’s that

he lives for the moment you walk out of the dressing room, do a twirl, and ask (like clockwork) “do you like it?”

his answer is always yes, but you claim to know the differences in his tone that indicate what he actually likes

sometimes, if he’s lucky, you’ll let him sit inside the dressing room. watching you change. watching you change.

he is the reason you’re both banned from sears at starcourt

the first really expensive watch you gift him is INSANE

it has like four dials and you said something about alligator leather and 18 carat gold

he can’t decide between wearing it on special occasions to preserve its value or never taking it off because he loves you

when you do stay at his house, usually no ones home

but you have met max

and she likes to stay away from you

but you took her to get a new skateboard and you think that might’ve helped her warm up to you

just a smidge

now she lets you gossip about stupid boys and watch shitty action movies with her

she even promised she would go as croft’s robin for halloween if you swore you’d go as wilson’s batman

that was an interesting halloween for billy

your mansion house has this shiny ass gramophone in one of the downstairs offices

and you told billy that the last thing that had played on it was a glenn miller ‘best of’ album

and that was just not good enough for billy

so one night, he brought over his twisted sister vinyl and convinced you to dance with him while what you don’t know blasted through the brassy pavillon

he also may or may not have convinced you to make out with him while the rest of the record played

even though you drive a brand new, cherry red benz (convertible, he might add), you still love it when he drives the two of you in his camaro

but you also let him drive your car whenever he wants. and he wants to most of the time.

in fact, he’s pretty sure he drives your car more than you do

he also loves to let you dress him up

and do his hair (please practice that cute hairstyle you saw on him. he’ll think about your hands in his hair for hours on end)

even if youre just going on a chill diner date, you still drag him into your (now shared) walk-in closet and pick out these satin shirts and pressed slacks and the shiniest shoes he’s ever seen

but of course, most of your dates are lavish and breathtakingly creative, anyway, so he’s already dressed accordingly

his new catch phrase is something along the lines of “what happened to eating somewhere normal. like pizza hut”

sometimes, his only requirement is “as long as there’s no chandelier”

you flatter him so often, he gets grumpy on days you forget to call him handsome (or pretty boy, which has really grown on him)

typically, he wouldnt go for all the fuss and feathers, but he likes to see you happy.

and boy, does prettying him up make you happy

seriously, you get the wildest look on your face. it’s fulfilling enough that billy feels safe to say he’s content being your ken doll forever

if you’d let him

masterlist

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x fem!reader #stranger things #x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #fluff #x fem!reader #billy hargrove headcanons #billy hargrove headcanon #fanfic #fanfiction

[talesoftheunimagined]

[Mistaken Identity] Chapter 1

Rating: General

Fandom: Good Omens (Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett)

Relationships: Aziraphale x Crowley, Aziraphale/Crowley

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Heartbreak, Love, Georgian Era

Summary:

The year is 1797. King George has just gotten over a bout of illness and a member of the English royal family had just gotten married to a Duchess of Holland, so why not throw a masquerade ball to celebrate the occasion and invite all the noblemen and women of The United Kingdom and surrounding areas?

Crowley and Aziraphale meet at the ball. Crowley, though, mistakes some identities.

Chapter 2 is now up! Here

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ENGLAND 1797

Candlelight flickered over segments of intricate and boundless tiling, almost making it twinkle beneath the frilled edges of gowns and waltzing heeled shoes, lavishly gilded marble pillars adorned with various flowers joined the flooring to gilded balconies and up again to a florally carved and a gloriously painted plaster ceiling that supported the vast weight of what could well have been solid gold chandeliers that gleamed dully next to the candles that burnt in their arms amongst an abundance of crystal and diamond. Portraits of members of the English aristocracy adorned the walls and appeared with colorful landscapes and shining bright frames of bowls of fruits; apples, grapes, and bananas. A light summer breeze blew in through open windows which divulged any passers-by of the grandeur that the ballroom's event held.

Indeed. That night, at its very core, would be defined by the words grandeur and affluent.

George William Frederick, otherwise known as Mad King George in this modern day and had thrown a masquerade ball after marriage in the family and recovery a long bout of illness (although, his absence at the ball had arisen suspicions of deceit).

"I just absolutely knew that I'd see you here."

"Oh, 'course. Wouldn't miss something like this." He looked at is companion briefly.

Two men stood by a pillar. One clad in deep wine knickerbockers, white high socks and a matching wine tailcoat with shiny new obsidian buttons the colour of crows down; had his hair in neat copper rolls fastened just above his ears and a low ponytail fastened with a black ribbon hung over the back of his collar. Over his face, he wore a finely crafted mask of mahogany red. Gold rimmed the dramatically flicked eye holes that were shaded with black glass so that his eyes weren't visible. Two golden snakes seemed to search curiously for his eyes at the sides of the mask that was tied neatly with a black lace bow. The other was dressed quite similarly, except his knickerbockers were a nice magnolia that matched his hair and he wore a waistcoat of sky blue. He wore his hair naturally short and took pride in the sheen of his polished and buckled shoes in the candlelight. His mask was made of white porcelain rimmed with thick silver swirls and ornate curves. Blue gems nestled themselves amongst the curls and caught the light in a way that looked almost like a halo at the top of his mask. It wasn't quite clear how he kept such a mask from falling off of his face without a fastening, but he was doing it.

Aziraphale took a small sip from his glass (he was drinking honey spirits) and smiled at his surroundings and the people. Maybe even at nothing in particular. He was just happy to be in the presence of fine people, fine food and Crowley. His eyes creased at the sides and his cheeks glowed. It had been the first time since Paris 1793 that the pair had seen each other.

"It's really rather lovely, isn't it? All these people here, together. Having a wonderful time." The music swelled

"Yesss, well," Crowley mused. "with all that going on out in France, they all need it." The corners of his mouth turned down, but he wasn't frowning, or upset. It was just a Crowley thing.

The pair of them spotted a young woman bashfully approaching Crowley from across the other side of the room amidst the flurry of dress fabric and petticoats. She was wearing a swan mask, made of the same porcelain is Aziraphale's. She had a pretty face, her deep blue eyes peered out of her mask with shy curiosity and her dark hair was the nest for a large swan feather.

"Excuse me for being so bold, Count Crowley, but if you aren't occupied at the moment, I was wondering if you would like to dance?" Crowley turned to Aziraphale ever so slightly. "With...me." She clarified although both men (well, men shaped ethereal and occult beings) knew what she meant. Crowley accepted the invitation. It wouldn't do any harm to do some tempting tonight.

"I suppose I'll see you later then, eh?" He shot a small smirk at Aziraphale before disappearing into the sea of expensive fabrics leaving Aziraphale alone with his drink.

The angel watched with content at the couples that swirled and waltzed and box stepped. It wasn't long before he himself was asked to dance by a young woman. He smiled, asked a butler to kindly hold his drink, adjusted his waistcoat and set off to dance under the twinkling candles.

The night was still young.

#aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omens #crowley #aziracrow #fluff #angst #masked ball #aziraphale/crowley #chapter 1

[star-going-supernova]

i love the prompt you did the other day of Gregory protecting other kids and I was wondering if you planned on expanding on it ?

Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it! I wasn’t planning on expanding it, but I need more words for NaNo, so here we are! And just to be clear, this isn’t one of my tumblr generated prompts. Reminder that Gregory’s thirteen in this AU! This picks up pretty much right where The Most Dangerous Game left off.

The Most Dangerous Prey

Gregory ran through the daycare lobby. He pushed through the doors with only as much care as he did because the last thing he wanted was to draw attention to this part of the pizzaplex. Sprinting in the direction he thought the scream had come from, he dodged STAFF bots left and right without pause. Tonight, every second counted, and he’d already been delayed. 

He nearly kept going down the main hall, but he got lucky. He saw the blood splashed on the shiny floor tiles and skidded to a stop. There was a smear that trailed off in the direction of an employees only door. 

Trying to balance caution and haste sucked, but the element of surprise was one of Gregory’s greatest advantages, one he couldn’t afford to just throw away. He slipped silently through the door and hurried along as fast as he dared. 

His restraint was rewarded. He came upon the child and their attacker, one of the animatronics. The poor kid was practically being dragged along, breathing raggedly as he scrabbled uselessly at Freddy’s iron grip. His shaggy blond hair was half red with blood. Freddy didn’t notice Gregory sneaking closer. 

He unholstered his crowbar and eyed the back of the animatronic to choose the best place to hit. They weren’t as fragile as the bare endoskeletons, so their weaknesses weren’t as obvious. 

But make no mistake: they had weaknesses. 

Freddy was tall, but Gregory was a gangly teenager. When he raised his crowbar behind his head, both hands wrapped around the end, he was more than capable of heaving it up and over and down into the very base of Freddy’s neck. 

The awful crack of plastic was so loud in that empty hallway, and Freddy’s body gave a great spasm. He dropped the kid, who gasped and curled into a ball on the floor. Gregory wrenched the crowbar free, pulling down as much as he could without getting it stuck. Twitching violently as more than one severed wire was suddenly jutting out from the hole in the back of his neck, Freddy stumbled forward. 

His head turned as far as it could, which was farther than Gregory thought was reasonable and therefore was really, really creepy. Nearly looking straight behind himself, Freddy’s blank, glowing eyes settled on Gregory. His body turned itself around without his head even bobbing in place, which was so inhuman that Gregory’s arms got goosebumps.

He flipped the crowbar around in his hands and blew out a thin breath. He settled on his next target: the connections between legs and pelvis. They were the largest joint openings on Freddy’s front. 

Just as dumb as the endoskeleton, Freddy lumbered toward him with one hand outstretched. He was decently fast for something his size and weight, and if Freddy managed to catch someone off guard, Gregory could see how easily they would fall prey to his bloody claws. 

Gregory, though, was prepared. He smashed the flat of the crowbar into Freddy’s wrist, pushing it away, something audibly breaking under the orange plating. It also served to give Gregory some space, and he used it well. When Freddy overcorrected with his other hand, Gregory dodged forward, metal fingers just barely skimming his shoulder. He drove the less angled end up into the gap and then threw his weight to the side. 

The crowbar did as the crowbar was designed to do: it pried those two pieces apart like they were held together with twine. A sharp pop inside Freddy’s hip sure sounded exactly like he imagined a robotic joint dislocating would. 

His leg went limp, and Freddy tipped over like a tree being felled. 

Taking that as the advantage it was, Gregory hissed an apology as he scooped up the younger boy and dragged him down the hall, out of reach of the animatronic watching them in intense, eerie silence. The kid cried out but didn’t protest, even trying to help by holding on to Gregory. 

“Wait, wait,” he whimpered, and Gregory obligingly paused. “There’s—inside him.” He shakily pointed at Freddy, who was attempting to stand without seeming to understand that his leg was useless. 

“What?” 

“Inside him,” the kid pleaded. “He’s inside him. In his stomach.” 

Gregory looked at Freddy in horror, because now that his heartbeat wasn’t pounding in his ears, he could hear it: very faint crying. And it was coming from inside Freddy. 

Gregory bounced up on his toes a few times, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do. “Stay here,” he warned the kid, handing him his crowbar. And then Gregory charged a robot that was easily twice his size and way heavier. 

It never would have worked if Freddy’d had both legs working, or if he’d been any smarter than he was. Gregory plowed full force into Freddy just as he got himself upright with the help of the wall, and relief flooded his chest when it proved to be enough. They toppled over together, Gregory on top of him. 

He pushed himself up as fast as he could and swung his legs around. Freddy’s undamaged hand shot toward his face, and sharp pain exploded across his cheek as Gregory kicked forward with both feet, slamming his sneakers into the underside of Freddy’s jaw. 

He got a satisfying snapping noise for his efforts, and the damage was, thank goodness, enough to shut the animatronic down. Freddy’s eyes flickered off, and his hand fell limply away from Gregory’s face. He hissed as he brushed tentative fingers over his cheek. They came back dripping with blood.

Climbing off Freddy, he gestured at the boy watching with wide eyes, and he obligingly slid the crowbar over. Gregory snatched it up, then tapped gently on the metal of Freddy’s chest. “Hey,” he said. The crying paused with a little sniffle. “I’m gonna get you out, okay? Just, stay back.” 

He waited a moment for the trapped kid to get clear, then shoved the flatter end of the crowbar into the thin space between chest plates. It took a few tries to get it deep enough that it didn’t just slip out, but finally, he was able to leverage his whole weight down on the crowbar. With a strained hiss, the panels popped open. Gregory stood up and pulled them outward. 

Inside a hollow cavity that made up Freddy’s torso was a kid maybe even younger than Jenna. He looked up with watery eyes, tear tracks shining on his cheeks. He looked a lot like the first boy.

Gregory holstered his crowbar. “Hi,” he said gently. “I’m Gregory. Can I help you out?” 

The little boy nodded, and Gregory mostly lifted him out of the robot. He was shaking, his legs barely able to hold him up. When he spotted the other boy, he gasped and stumbled forward. 

“Connor,” the older of the two wheezed, pushing himself up even though it looked to hurt him a lot. There was… way more blood on him than Gregory had initially noticed. 

Gregory helped Connor to his presumed older brother, and he gave them a few minutes to reassure themselves that the other was okay. He kept a wary eye on Freddy, but the animatronic gave no sign of powering up. 

However, he was worried Freddy might have sent a message, either to another member of the band or the crazy killer herself. 

“We’ve gotta go,” Gregory finally said. Connor didn’t look injured, just shaken and honestly terrified. His brother, though… “What’s your name?” 

“Cooper,” he said. He was probably only a year or so younger than Gregory. “Thank you. Thank you for…” His eyes drifted past Gregory to Freddy.

“No problem,” Gregory said. “Look, I’ve got a—a place that’s kinda safe. There are others there already. Can I bring you guys?” 

Cooper nodded. “Anything’s gotta be better than just running around and hoping for the best.” 

“Yeah,” Gregory agreed tiredly. “C’mon, I’ll carry you piggyback.” 

With some maneuvering, they managed to get Cooper onto Gregory’s back. Gregory had to admire the kid—he barely made a sound even though he had to have been in a lot of pain. 

“You ready?” he asked them. 

Connor took hold of Gregory’s shirt, looking up at him with trusting eyes. 

“Ready,” Cooper said, strained. “Does your safe place have first aid kits by any chance?” 

“Oh,” Gregory said, not without humor, as he imagined the sort of first aid kits the overprotective daycare attendants surely had lying around in spades, “I think we’ll be able to find you something.” 

They set off, another pair of kids for Gregory to protect. Another robot he’d taken down. Another blood stain ruining his shirt. 

And he doubted it’d be the last. 

#i answered a thing #anonymous #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

[snowblossomreads]

Happy Birthday Darling

Summary: In where Severus turns 63.

Pairing: Severus Snape x Wife!Reader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Unspecified age gap, fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Me: No writing for two weeks so you can rejuvenate yourself. Also Me: It's Sev birthday and I must love on him. I can't follow my own instructions but it's Sev's bday and I want to share my little fluff with everyone 😤😤😤 enjoy :D

A/N+: I was too lazy to give the twins names / or write the stand in name abbreviations or anything really so sorry about the vagueness on that front. :"D

As a notorious light sleeper, it had been somewhat of a surprise that Severus hadn’t woken up the moment [Y/n] had managed to wriggle herself out of her husband's comforting hold.

The only sign that he had been disturbed by her movement was a brief stirring before the rise and fall of his chest signaled he had calmed.

Leaning over she placed a feathery kiss on his cheek before pulling herself out of bed and doing her best to quietly shuffle out of the room in hopes of him staying asleep.

It hadn’t been more than ten minutes after she had left the room did the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps pounding against the wooden floor cause Severus’ eyes to squint open and a groggy groan to catch in his throat. 

“Love, are the kids up already?”

When his question was met with silence, he turned to check on [Y/n], and when he found her spot empty with no sign of her presence, confusion filled him. She was usually the one to sleep in so her already being up had his expression morphing into one of concern as he sat up and looked around.

But before he could throw one leg off the bed, the door was flung open with such force it startled him for a second before his eyes landed on his precious little family that was scampering into the bedroom.

“Happy birthday da!” 

The high pitch squeals of his beloved twins was accompanied by an even louder shrill from the baby boy who was wiggling happily in the arms of [Y/n] who shot a sleepy smile at Severus. Both twins, who were very much balls of energy even at such early hours, were already crawling onto the bed before flying into their father’s arms.

A faint ‘oof’ was pulled from his lips as they crashed into his sides knocking the air out of him. Yet still, his arms tightened around them reflexively as they nestled into his sides before beaming up at him with excited looks.

“Be careful you two you’re going to knock someone out one day!” 

[Y/n] chided even though she couldn’t help but give them a humorous look as she made her way over to Severus’ side of the bed to take a seat next. 

“Ack!” 

A sharp noise left the baby’s form as if he was agreeing with mom and both parents couldn’t help but exchange an amused raise of a brow. 

“See, even your baby brother agrees,” Severus murmured as he placed a kiss on top of the twins’ heads before moving on to kiss the babbling child who squeaked happily from the affection he was receiving. 

Pulling away, he leaned over slightly to give [Y/n] her morning kiss which she happily received even though it had the twins squawking in faux disgust.

“Ew mum, da stop!”  “My eyes yuck!”

Both of them complained attempting to shield their faces but really just enjoying giving their parents a hard time as the two adults happily showered each other with affection. 

“Oh hush you two!” [Y/n] laughed as she finally pulled away from Severus but not before giving him one last peck. “How do you think you three got here in the first place?” She added in a whisper causing Severus to chuckle and shake his head at her.

“Good morning,” he rumbled gazing down at his two twins who were nestled into his sides comfortably as they looked at him with shiny eyes, “thank you for the birthday wishes my loves, you know how much I look forward to them.”

“You’re welcome da! And we made you breakfast!” The eldest of the two shouted, keen to show their father the breakfast that they (i.e mum made but they got to stir in any ingredients so it was the same). 

“And we got you presents!” Chirped the youngest as their arms tightened around him. “But mum said she didn’t want us to make a mess here so you have to get up da!”

A chuckle rumbled through Severus' chest as the twins basically vibrated in his arms, eager to show him the effort they had put in. Warmth unfurled in his chest as he gazed over his little family that was in his arms and near him and he couldn’t help the joy that bloomed in him. Never did he think he would have this. This happiness, this comfort, this love surrounding him. It in itself was a gift and honestly more than he could have wanted.

“My loves, you didn’t have to do any of that, you all just being here makes me very happy,” he murmured looking at the twins with a soft gaze, and then looking at [Y/n] who returned his gentle look as she rubbed soothing circles against their baby’s back.

“So does that mean you don’t want breakfast?” Huffed one of the twins with a hurt expression crossing their face thinking that their hard work was going to waste.

“Or our presents?” Warbled the other sadly already becoming upset at the thought of their dad not opening the gifts they picked out for him.

“Of course, I want breakfast,” he chuckled, pressing a soothing kiss on each child’s head, immediately causing them to cheer back up at his words, “and of course, I’ll open the presents, how could I not when you all are the ones giving it to me?”

Both of the kids celebrated, giving each other a high five and a large grin at Severus’ words pleased that their efforts were not going to waste.

“Alright you two, how about you both go make sure everything is ready?” [Y/n] asked looking at the twins who were back to bursting at the seams to show their dad everything that had been made for him. “Me and dad will be out in a second okay?”

Nodding, both of the twins gave Severus a kiss on the cheek before racing each other off the bed, almost tripping over one another as they raced out of the room. Once they couldn’t be heard anymore, a little giggle left [Y/n] as she looked over to her husband who was yawning while dragging his hand through his hair. Hair that had begun to pepper with age as white and gray streaks began to mingle with the black.

Eyes catching her gaze, a smirk played at his lips as he went to rest his chin in his palm. He watched as [Y/n] smiled bashfully back at him while stroking their baby boy’s head who had fallen asleep again, not used to being woken up so early.

“And just what has caught your attention this morning darling?”

“Mmm, just my very stunning husband and those flecks of gray that are starting to set in,” she mused, eyes flicking to his hair before back to his face which had twisted in a grimace. “Don’t make that face sweetheart, you’ll be a silver fox soon and I’m quite looking forward to it.”

“I believe you’re the only one who is looking forward to it,” he sighed wearily leaning back into the pillows and rubbing his face, “already sixty-three. Just yesterday I was meeting you at Flourish and Blotts after getting that bloody book finally published and now I’m almost elderly.”

Watching him simmer and grouse about aging, [Y/n] couldn’t help the little snort that left her due to how grumpy he was about all of it. If one thing hadn’t changed about him, it was that he could still be a bit moody at times when it came to some things.

But she loved it and loved him as much as she did when she met him those years ago. He though didn’t find it amusing considering the weak glare in his eyes as he looked over at her.

“And even my wife finds humor in my irritation,” he groaned.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I promise I’m not laughing at you,” she apologized profusely, still giggling out loud at him and accidentally causing their baby to wiggle and let out a clipped whimper at the disturbance. “Oh and mummy’s sorry to you my little one, there, there,” she cooed, going to stroke his back to soothe him until he settled down once again with a little sigh.

A twinkle sparked in Severus' eyes for a moment as he watched her calm the child so gently. She seemed to have that effect on everyone including him and he adored it, yet he still couldn't help but feel agitated at his growing older.

“But don’t say it like you have one foot in the grave Severus,” she chuckled still amused by his reaction as she turned her eyes back on him, “you have at least another sixty years to go. So when you turn a hundred then you can complain. But just know,” she spoke leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I’m still going to love you and admire you as much as I do now when that comes along. Which is a lot if I have to say so.”

It was hard to keep the frown on his face as he looked at her eyes that shimmered brightly. All he could see in them was the affection and devotion she held for him and in the moment he felt the petty irritation of aging begin to melt as he leaned close to her brushing his nose against her.

A happy noise left her lips as she nuzzled him back enjoying the softness that had come back over him and the lightness of it all. 

“You remind me every day of why I married you, you are aware right?” He mumbled before leaning down to press a soft kiss against her lips. 

A muffled ‘mhmm’ left her throat while a smile grew on her lips as he pulled away to see her beam at him.

“It’s because I put up with your grumpiness isn’t it?” She asked lightheartedly, enjoying the way he raised an eyebrow at her before shaking his head and chuckling.

“If that’s the way you want to phrase it then yes because you put up with my grumpiness.”

“Well, I love your grumpiness and everything in between about you, you know that,” she grinned, “so happy birthday sweetheart, I hope to share many more with you even if there are some grumpy times in between.” [Y/n] teased before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss against Severus’ lips this time.

Even if he wasn't enamored with the idea of getting older, he once almost had that opportunity snatched away from him. But now, he had his [Y/n] and the little ones that he loved so deeply by his side. And growing old with her and watching the kids grow up alongside each other didn’t seem all too bad. Because what’s a little gray to the joy of aging with the people you love and cherish most.

A/N: Happy birthday to our favorite potions master, dungeon bat, spy, etc!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

#severus snape x reader #severus x reader #snape x reader #severus snape fic #blossom writes

[ahdraftingco]

Oneshot: I’ll Take Care of You

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40017822

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Warnings (in no particular order): Porn With Plot, Planetary Politics, Swearing, Rough/Angry Sex, Choking, Light BDSM, Daddy/Caretaker Kink, Praise Kink, Mild Degradation, Biting, Spanking, Face Slapping, Play Fighting, Mutual Masturbation, Orgasm Control, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, LOTS of Aftercare and Safe Sex Practices

Summary: The Mandalorian goes after the same bounty every few weeks. Why? Because you just keep running away from home and he's the only one that has ever been able to catch you. That's just what happens when a princess like you enjoys escaping her palace a little too much, much to the dismay of your parents. Sometimes, you just want to feel some sort of thrill and the Mandalorian sure does deliver…

Word Count: 15.5k+

A/N: This oneshot is set in the middle of the events of the Book of Boba Fett. It's like 30% plot and 70% shameless smut so enjoy!

You know what the best sound in the whole galaxy is? The faint beeping of a tracking fob getting closer and closer. There's not a better thrill in the world than knowing the Mandalorian is right on your tail. It brings a cheeky grin to your face as you walk through a packed night market, hearing the gasps of the crowd. As they always do, they're parting to make way for the shiny hunk of metal that is slowly gaining on you.

Then, you hear an all too familiar voice call out to you, "it's time for you to go home, princess."

There are small whispers amongst the people surrounding you as you turn, letting your hood drop off your head, revealing that you are indeed the princess of this planet and that you are on the run again. Not like anyone is surprised at this point. Escaping the palace has become your specialty and seeing you is a very fun form of entertainment for civilians. But, it's you who has the most fun.

Because, when you're on the run, it's the only time you get to speak your mind to the people, like you do right now. You gesture for a merchant to hand you a wooden box, which you set in front of you so you can step up, addressing the people who have been waiting to hear your latest defiance.

"Home? Does this planet look like a home for most people? Look around you, Mando. How many of these people are struggling to call this planet home while my parents are enjoying the luxuries of their cheap labor? I will go home once my parents decide to pay these people what they deserve. Isn't that right?" You pound your chest with your fist, which the crowd follows, doing the same. The rumbling of their chants of your name bring a warmth to your heart as you exclaim, "I will not return home until my parents make this place home for all!"

"Home for all!" Someone shouts in your honor.

"May the princess prevail!" Another joins in.

"We believe in our princess, not the mockery that is her parents' rule!" The crowd cheers as you give them all a grand gesture, bowing to everyone.

When you lift your head from your bow, you look straight at the Mandalorian and say, "good luck with your chase, Mando. I hope they don't give you too much trouble."

Then, you pull three small metal balls out from your cloak, which are all blinking with a lovely yellow hue. Before the Mandalorian can do anything, you throw them to the floor and they explode on impact, creating a big cloud of shimmering gold smoke. Everyone in the crowd immediately dawns their cloaks, allowing you to disappear into the sea of people.

As you pass by several people, they pat your back and whisper sweet words like "thank you for what you do for us, princess" and "we are grateful for your constant tribute". You're certain that's the only reason your parents are irritated that you keep escaping because each time you do, you steal a hefty amount of credits that you know were originally stolen from the people through an exorbitant labor tax. You personally redistribute the credits during underground rebellion meetings and fund the efforts to overthrow your parents. They probably dislike that too, though they believe you won't succeed. Joke's on them, they lost the people's support a long time ago.

You're the true ruler of this planet and they know it. The people know it. And now, you just need to get the Mandalorian to understand that. He keeps getting in the way, bringing you back home. You get it. He needs the credits and your parents can offer him much more than you can steal for him.

At this point, you know explaining your motivations isn't enough to get the Mandalorian to set you free. You both just don't see eye to eye. He thinks you're a pest that needs to be dealt with so he can make his credits and move onto more interesting prey. So, you have to waste his time as much as you can in retaliation.

That's sort of why you purposefully created a distraction so you could strip his new starfighter of its Kineso-switch. Without it, he can't access his induction intake charger.

"Bye bye, ultrasonic speed." You tuck the switch into your pocket and leave a little note with a drawing of it where it used to be, just for shits. You hop out of the ship and you're about to celebrate your sly victory until you hear that faint beeping. You curse under your breath, "dank farrik."

"Put it back, princess." The Mandalorian commands as you turn to see him walking towards you.

"Put what back?" You flutter your eyelashes at him, putting your hands behind you.

"Whatever you stole. Put it back. I won’t ask again." Oh, you like it when he's assertive. It brings a smile to your face.

Too bad you have to pull your blaster out and shoot him in the side. You purposefully only graze him but it's enough of a singe that it catches him off-guard. You then pull your skimboard off your back and flip it on, hopping onto it to make your escape, securing your shoes against the stick-strips.

"What? You didn't see that one coming?" You shout back at him with a giggle before smacking one of your foot controls, which sends you forward at a thrilling speed. Riding a skimboard reminds you a lot of surfing in the ocean when the waves are tremendous, but it's even more exciting, since there's a Mandalorian flying after you with his jet pack. You taunt him, "someone's got a few new toys!"

"Stop fucking running, princess." He sounds very pissed off and you love every second of it.

That's why you just start blasting. The yellow lasers dance around him as he dodges your shots while trying to maintain your speed. You have a modified skimboard for a reason. He's not going to catch up to you without a fight, so he pulls out his blaster and joins in on the gunfight.

You surf around him for a moment to say, "didn't my parents tell you to bring me back alive, Mando?"

"I'll be sure not to hit a vital organ." He shoots you and nearly grazes you in the same place you hit him earlier.

"Aw, are you being a baby because a princess nicked you in the side with her blaster?" You mock him and it only makes him more angry. He sends several shots towards you in quick succession but you avoid each of them with impressive flips and maneuvers. "Oh come on, aren't you a bounty hunter? You can do better than that!"

You tuck your blaster back behind you and open your arms, letting him take a free shot at you. There's a bite in his voice as he curses, "you're an irritating fucking princess."

"Don't you mean, an irritating princess you'd like to fuck?" You smirk at him, blowing him a kiss. Then, you smack another one of your foot controls, which lets you soar right over him and onto the surface of the river rapids that run alongside the city you just left.

You skim across the water, looking up at the moon which illuminates the forest around you. The Mandalorian is quick on your trail but you still take the time to enjoy the ride, watching as your board kicks up water on both sides as you skid through it.

"You should really get yourself one of these!" You shout towards him, wanting to get on his nerves. "I can get you one next time you chase after me, then at least you might have a chance."

You suddenly see tiny missiles shoot at the water around you and you almost don't lift your board up in time to avoid them. You dart your eyes back to see that he had shot them out of his wrist. He's really trying to get you now.

That's probably why the Mandalorian shoots his grapple line at you the moment you pause to look at him, which coils around you tightly, and pulls you right off your skimboard and into his arms. Your precious board rides off into the distance without you, crashing into a nearby tree, and you glare at him for destroying it. It'll take you weeks to get another one commissioned that was as good and compact as that one!

"What? You didn't see that one coming?" He mimics you as he carries you away from the river.

"Hey, that's what I was going to say." You tell him with a delightful smile and he knows you're up to no good. Technically, it's not you, it's the blade in your hand that cuts through the metal line restraining you. You kick off out of his arms once you're free, letting yourself drop right into the rapids below.

The cold water slaps you in the face the moment you hit it and you fight for your life not to drown as the rapids carry you at an exceptional rate down the river. Fuck, you're never doing this again in the winter. It's freezing and you're trying your best not to get hit in the head by a sharp protruding rock or get your foot caught on any of the plants you pass by.

You look up and the Mandalorian is following you down the rapids from above, darting through the trees, trying not to lose sight of you. To make things difficult for him, you dunk your head underwater occasionally just to try to throw him off course, though he manages to spot you eventually anyways.

Where does this river end again? The answer quickly approaches as you see the edge of an approaching waterfall. How far is the drop? It can't be too bad. You'll live…hopefully.

As you are taken off the edge, you start to scream involuntarily at the feeling of your stomach tensing up from the drop. It's a fucking far drop and you're praying the pool below you is deep enough that you don't break all your limbs on impact.

Before you even make it to the end of the waterfall, the Mandalorian rushes by and scoops you into his arms, saving you from possibly drowning. Though, drowning might be nicer than having to go back to your parents and the palace. You debate jumping out of his arms again but since you're no longer in the water, you're shivering from the cold air mixed with how wet your clothes are as they cling to your skin. Strangely, the Mandalorian is warm and you instinctively huddle closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"You're very stupid, princess." He scolds you rather harshly. "It's cold enough to freeze over that river and your dumbass really fucking dropped into it. You're going to get sick."

"As if you care." You mumble to yourself.

"I can't let you die. I won’t get paid." His words make you laugh.

"Imagine me of all people, dying of a cold. Now that's comedic." You try not to make it apparent that you are indeed freezing your ass off right now. "We both know my parents are going to be the ones who kill me and you're taking me right back to them."

"That's none of my concern. You're my bounty and they're my employers. I do my job, without politics getting in the way." He's as ignorant as always. Why do you even bother with him? He'll never understand…

"You really don't get it, do you?" You turn away from him, a frown forming on your face. "There are people here that are getting the shit end of a shit stick. I'm trying to help them but I can't when my parents want to lock me up and marry me off to some fucking shittier stick that treats their people even worse."

"Like I said, that's none of my concern." He sounds so…robotic and unreal. Is he really human under there? You know he is because you have seen him bleed but he feels nothing for your cause.

"Don't you have anyone you care about?" You ask him sincerely. "What if they were being treated like a lesser being? Wouldn't you fight?"

"I'd take them away from all of this." He answers you, which makes you shake your head.

"That's because you have no place to call home." You hate this. You hate talking to a wall like this. "These people, they have been living on this planet for centuries. Generations after generations of calling this place home only for my fucked up family to come in here and strip it all away just because the Empire let them. That's not right. I know that, my parents know that, the people know that, and yet, you have no fucking clue what it means to protect your home, you talking trash can."

The Mandalorian immediately lands you both at the base of a mountain, dropping you right on your ass on the ground. Before you can cuss him out, he grabs you by the neck and slams you against the hard stone. That knocks all the air out of your lungs and it hurts, the way he's gripping so tightly around your throat.

"Don't fucking talk like I have no idea what losing a home means." This is a different kind of anger. It's…brutal and filled with loss, tinged with grief. Every word he burns into you is fueled with rage. "You are nothing but a fucking privileged princess who is piggy backing off the struggles of others to make herself feel important because you don't like your parents or what they want for you. Well, at least you still have parents. At least they weren't murdered in front of you. At least you have a place to call home that wasn't taken over by killer droids. You are an unappreciative little bitch and I should've let you drown for pretending to care about anyone but yourself."

He lets go of your throat then and you fall to the ground, clutching your now bruised neck. You can't breathe, not because he choked you out but because…he's right. You are running from your own demons. You don't want the life that your parents are forcing onto you. You don't want to be married off. You don't even want to be a princess. You just want to choose a life for yourself and so you did. You picked the voice of a rebellion but you don't personally know these people's struggles when you live in a palace without worrying about your next meal, with parents who love you even when they hate you, with a place to call home…

You find the words to say through your strained voice as you get up off the ground. "I am exactly what you said. A privileged princess, an unappreciative bitch, someone who is just running from a life most would consider great. I don't understand the struggles these people have been through. I never lived the way they have lived."

The Mandalorian shifts his head to look down at you as you step up to him, your eyes now fierce and full of your own kind of fury.

"But," you practically spit on his helmet as you state with every ounce of power you have in your body, "don't you ever fucking accuse me of not caring. I have risked my life to steal and deliver credits, medicine, food, and other essential goods. I aid in whatever I can to help these people because I fucking care. So if you wanted to let me drown, then you should've because I'm never going to stop running to help these people. I will not back down from this fight. It isn't about me being a princess who wants to run away from her sheltered palace. It is about the people on this planet whose lives have been fucked the moment my family and I stepped over all of them and took it from them."

The Mandalorian shakes his head at you and you can't tell what look he must have on his face underneath that helmet as he says, "you are the product of a fucked up tyranny, trying to pretend to be a good girl who gives a shit. I don't buy it, princess. You're no better than your parents. You're going to end up just like them."

"Take that back, right now." You feel your blood start to boil as you stare daggers at him. "I will never be my parents. I would never hurt people to further my own agenda."

"That is untrue and you know it." He doesn't back down. "You have your own agenda and the moment your little rebellion ceases to exist, how many people would have died for you? You have already hurt people. You're just too fucking ignorant to see it for yourself the kind of trouble you're causing the very people you're trying to help."

You start taking sharp inhales as you try to process what he's saying. There's no way you could've…no, he's just trying to convince you to stop running away. He's trying to make it seem like you running away is causing more problems than good. It's all an act. A fucking sick act.

"You want to call me ignorant? You're a loner. You don't give a shit about anyone. How fucking dare you even think you're allowed to have an opinion in this matter." You scoff at him, wanting to punch him in the gut. "It's obvious you're more afraid of losing someone than giving a fuck about them. How fucking selfish of you. Learn to grow a heart, Mando, unless you want to be a soulless droid like the ones that killed your–"

"Shut the fuck up, you bratty little princess." He grips onto your collar, lifting you off your feet. The fabric rides up to your neck, making it hard to breathe. "You know, for a second, just a brief second, I actually gave a fuck about you. I was worried you were going to get sick. But now? I hope you do."

An uncontrollable laugh rips through your body and you say back hysterically, "you? Worried about me? What a fucking joke. You don't have a caring bone in your fucking body, Mando. You probably don't even know how to take care of anyone but yourself, you selfish fucking metal prick."

"I know how to take care of someone, princess." His words don't convince you though, which is why you laugh in his face again, ignoring the way he's still choking you.

"Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that, buddy." You roll your eyes at him, telling him with so much sarcasm in your tone. "I'm sure you take real good care of people. You're totally not a one pump chump who only gives a shit about getting himself off. No way, of course not! You're definitely all about taking care of someone else's needs, right? Give me a fucking break, you lying ass piece of shit."

The Mandalorian lets go of your collar and you barely manage to land on your two feet without falling over. Then, he takes a step towards you, looming over you as he goes, "do you want me to show you how well I could take care of you, princess?"

You let out another hysterical laugh. The Mandalorian is quite the fucking comedian. "I would love to see you try with all that metal weighing you down. How are you supposed to get anything done in that?"

"Is that a yes?" He waits for you to actually give consent. "Do you want me to take care of you?"

"Yes, Mando. I'd like to see you prove that you aren't a selfish cunt." You fold your arms at him, inviting the challenge.

"Then, let's get you somewhere warm, princess." His tone changes all of a sudden, startling you. It's so…kind. Oh no, what the fuck is this?

The Mandalorian walks up to you and scoops you back into his arms before jetpacking away once again. You don't know what you're getting yourself into when he carries you out from the base of the mountain and flies for a while until he slowly descends beside…a residential building? It's a wooden structure that is actually well built and would keep up well with the harsh seasons on this planet. It looks newly made as well, differing from many of the homes scattered around the other parts of the forest.

"What is this place?" You ask him as he helps you out of his arms gently this time instead of dropping you on your ass.

"It's where I've been staying. Your parents lent it to me for when I'm here looking for you." He answers rather calmly. He puts his arm around your shoulder to guide you inside.

It's a cozy place, just a single floor with sleek dark wood accents. There's a small kitchenette, a dining table, a fireplace with a couch in front of it and a rather large but unused bed tucked in the corner.

"I thought you said you've been staying here." You point at the way the bed looks untouched.

"I don't particularly care for beds." He tells you, kneeling in front of the fireplace to start burning some wood to heat up the room.

You aren't going to ask him to elaborate further. The Mandalorian doesn't seem like the kind of person who enjoys comfort anyways so you're not all that surprised.

You watch as he gets the fire going and then leaves to go into another room, which you presume has the refresher, and when he comes back out, he says, "I left a change of clothes in there for you. You should wash up or you'll get sick. I'll heat up something for dinner. I bet you're hungry."

You try to contain your chuckle but you're sure it slips out a bit. He really is trying hard to prove that he can take care of you. It's almost convincing, but you know how fake it is so you don't let his suddenly nice behavior sway you at all. You do decide that a shower would be nice, especially since you're still freezing cold from your wet clothes. You got used to it since you weren't paying much attention but now that you're in a warm home, you definitely need to get out of these clothes.

You lock yourself in the bathroom and peel off the clothes. You take a moment to squeeze as much of the water out of them as you can but you know you'll have to let them dry out on their own, which includes your underwear. There's no way the Mandalorian has anything for you to wear underneath the clothes he has brought you and you confirm that the moment you take a look at them. It's just a simple long sleeved shirt and a pair of pajama pants, both of which are black, like a matching set. You're kind of sad your socks are wet because he didn't leave you a pair of socks either…it's going to be a cold night.

The refresher helps though. You're surprised that the water could get so hot despite being in the middle of nowhere. Your parents must have really wanted the Mandalorian to be comfortable while he was scouring the planet for you. You scrub off all the mucky river water and once you feel clean from head to toe, you dry off and get dressed. You spend a few extra minutes drying your hair as much as you can before going back into the main room.

As a joke, you say cheerfully, "the refresher is all yours, Mando."

"Thanks, princess." He catches you by surprise with his words. "I'll be back then. I left you some food. Eat it if you're hungry."

The Mandalorian gestures to the dining table then walks past you, shutting the bathroom door behind him. You blink a few times, not really expecting him to wash up. You thought he'd be a bit too…rugged for that. Not like you care if he cleans up or not. It doesn't really matter to you.

What does matter is how nice the food he left looks. He cut up a bunch of local fruits and put them on a plate for you, along with a bowl of warm soup. You're a bit skeptical to try the soup but when you do, you actually like it so you end up eating while you think of your next steps.

Yes, this whole situation was definitely unexpected and you didn't think the Mandalorian would play along, but since he has…your best course of action is to run away now. You should, since he's currently preoccupied in the refresher and it will likely take him a while to put back on all his armor plates. You would get a very good headstart and you might be able to slip into one of the rebellion's hidden strongholds, which would allow you to stall out on him finding you again until you have to leave to get supplies.

That would be the smart idea, but you're tired and you're curious to see what the Mandalorian has planned. There's a reason he entertained this idea. A thought crosses your mind and you chuckle to yourself.

Could the Mandalorian be attracted to you? Now that would be interesting. You both may be at each other's throats, literally if the events of today have been any indication, but there's a part of you that finds him a bit intriguing. A mysterious, always covered from head to toe, emotionless bounty hunter with impressive gun skills and cool weaponry. How does he fare in anything else?

Maybe he's a virgin with something to prove. Maybe he's a playboy with something to prove. Maybe he just doesn't like you calling him a one pump chump, which could definitely mean that he is one.

Either way, you're a bit too curious to leave now so you decide to finish up your food, wash your plates and then go over to the couch in front of the fire and lay down. You notice then that the couch feels like it's been laid on. Did the Mandalorian really sleep here? It wasn't uncomfortable but he had a whole bed to use and the couch seemed a bit cramped if he was wearing all his armor.

You wonder then how he lives when he doesn't have a place to stay. When he used to have the Razor Crest, you knew he could sleep there since there was space to do so. But, there's no sleeping on a starfighter…it would be much too exposed. You can't pity him. He's a grown man who chose this profession and this lifestyle. It does, however, make you feel a little bad about your comments on him not having a home. Maybe that wasn't by choice. Where could he have a home in a galaxy like this one?

If he wasn't such a prick, maybe you'd let him stay here on your planet after the rebellion succeeds. You would let him stay if he stopped trying to take you back to your parents. He could have a home here, if he wanted to. Not like he would want to, but the idea simmers in your head for a bit. You won't offer it to him. He probably wouldn't take it anyways.

"Tired?" His voice coupled with the sound of his armor walking towards you gets you to lift your head up to look at him. He looks exactly the same, though you know he washed up and is wearing new base clothing.

You shrug. "Does it matter?"

"It does to me, princess." He gestures towards the bed. "Why don't you go to sleep?"

"And wake up back in the palace? Nice try, Mando." You shake your head at him. "I'm staying up to keep an eye on you."

"I won't take you back. I said I would take care of you and sending you back to your parents wouldn't be ideal." He sounds so genuine, it's scary.

"I can't trust you. This is a game and it could end at any moment. Then, I'd be stuck, waiting for the next time I could be free again." You sit up, turning towards the fire. It feels nice against your skin but…you don't feel very good. You're anxious, knowing that it's inevitable. You are going back to the palace, whether you want to or not. "There might not be a next time."

"What do you mean?" The Mandalorian takes a seat on the couch beside you. His tone actually seemed like he wanted to know.

"It's happening. The marriage." You don't like that you're admitting it. It makes it too real. "Not like you care but he's even more of a prick than you. At least you can pretend to be caring. He can't. He is despicable. And I would be powerless and forced to–"

The whole thought makes your skin itch and you claw at your arms a bit, unable to finish your sentence. Of course, if you're forced to have children, you'd be stuck taking care of them and trying to prevent them from being like their father or like your parents. You wouldn't be able to lead a rebellion anymore if your children would be under threat.

"I would never be able to leave again." You decide not to elaborate further. "It's okay though. I'm just a privileged princess who can't appreciate what she has, right? Who needs freedom when you have a shiny prison to call home."

You turn away from him then, not wanting him to see the tears building up in your eyes. This is it. Your final hurrah before the Mandalorian takes you back and you're subjected to a life you never wanted.

"Why would your parents let something like that happen to you?" He asks like he wants to know, like he can't comprehend that they are actually evil people.

"Because it's the only way to keep me under control." You take a deep breath before sighing. "If they marry me to a man who will break me down and tear me apart, then I'll be too tired to fight them and their rule if I'm spending my days fighting for my life."

You fold over slightly, clutching your chest. Your heart aches just thinking about it. Though, you think it aches because you know you'll never be able to fall in love. That's a luxury someone like you doesn't have. You were born to be married off to someone else. That is your role in life as a princess. You hate realizing it but it's true. As much as you try to run from it, it's what you were born to do, not lead a rebellion.

"The people here aren't the only ones being oppressed then." The Mandalorian places his hand on your shoulder and you glance up to stare into the shine of his helmet. "You don't deserve that kind of life, princess."

You give him a sad kind of smile as you say back, "you know, if you weren't pretending right now, that might have been a nice thing to hear."

"Who says I am pretending?" His words come out plain and simple but you can't seem to register that he actually said them. What does he mean? He's joking, right?

"Aren't you just trying to prove you can take care of someone? None of this is real. It's just you trying to prove a point. You don't actually care about me, do you?" You don't know why you ended that with a question. You're scared to know the answer. Actually fucking terrified because if he does, then–

"I asked you if you wanted me to take care of you and you said yes. So, I am, right now. I'll take good care of you, princess." He reaches forward to caress your cheek with his gloved hand. "Don't cry anymore. You're safe here with me."

You didn't even realize you were crying. You're just so overwhelmed that the tears flooded out. What the fuck is the Mandalorian trying to say? He's fucking with you. He has to be.

"I don't like this." You move his hand away from your face, holding back a sob as you speak up. "I don't like that you're lying. You're trying to take advantage of me because I'm being vulnerable. Please stop lying, Mando."

"I'm not lying." He stays firm on his word. "I care about you and that's why I'm going to take you away from all of this, like I said I would."

What is the Mandalorian talking about? You think back to when you asked him if he had anyone he cared about and if he would fight for them if they were being oppressed. His response was that he would take them away from all of it.

"Why would you have been talking about me? I thought I was a nuisance to you." You're so confused right now. He hates you, doesn't he?

"You are a huge nuisance." The Mandalorian doesn't sugarcoat it at all. "You run way too fast. You always break into my ship somehow. You have some kind of trick up your sleeve every time I catch you. You make my life so fucking difficult–"

"That sure is comforting, Mando." You interject but he keeps talking through your comment.

"And yet, I don't want you to get hurt." He confesses and his voice is so gentle as he does. "I always miss my shots because I can't stand the idea of what would happen if they hit. You almost drowned today and it annoyed the fuck out of me because you could've died but you didn't even care. Running away was more important than your life and now I get why. I don't like that you would rather die on the run, but I understand why you wouldn't want to live trapped either. So, let me take care of you and take you away from all of this, princess."

There's no way but…you believe him. The Mandalorian actually cares about you. Why? You have no idea but you realize now that you care about him too. You never could shoot him anywhere vital. You never fatally sabotaged his ship even though you definitely could. You always let him catch you because you wanted him to have the credits and you didn't ever keep him waiting too long.

But, can you really leave with him? What about the rebellion? All these people are looking to you as the future ruler. If you leave and never look back…would they be okay without you?

"I can't leave these people." You feel that ache in your chest getting worse.

"You would've left them anyways the moment your parents found you again and forced you to get married." The Mandalorian speaks the truth and you don’t like it one bit but he's right.

The marriage is set. It doesn't matter when they find you. The moment they do, you'll be trapped and you'll never be able to help the people again. If you take this leap of faith and go with the Mandalorian, then at least you have a chance to come back and aid them when the time is right and your parents have given up on searching for you. Is this real? Could you really let the Mandalorian take care of you?

"Why would you do this for me?" You ask him, needing to hear some kind of reasoning.

"What? You didn't see that one coming?" He reflects back with a joke, giving you the most subtle chuckle. Then, he replies, "I guess I have a thing for saving bounties in need."

"Oh yeah? What other bounty have you saved?" You tilt your head, wondering what he could be referring to.

"A child." He tells you and your eyes widen in shock. "He's…now my child. Or well, foundling."

"You have a kid?" It's almost as unbelievable as it sounds.

"Yeah. I'm going to see him after this. Would you like to meet him?" The Mandalorian is offering right now. This is real…he really wants you to come with him.

And you really want to go with him. "Okay. I'd like that."

"So, you trust me?" He wants to be sure you're all in.

"I do, for now." You say with a cheeky grin.

"Then, can I take care of you now?" His tone gets all low and almost seductive, which surprises you.

"You can try." Your smile widens into a smirk.

The Mandalorian pulls something out from his sleeve. It's a small red vial. You're a bit worried now but he explains what it is, "it's blinding liquid. I normally spray it out of my cuff during a fight but it's much more effective and less painful if you drop it into your eyes directly."

"You want me to blind myself?" You're completely taken back by the implication.

"I mean, you don't have to, but that does limit the things we can do." Oh. He's thinking of…

"You're going to take off the helmet if I blind myself?" You want to make sure that's what he's implying.

"I'll take off everything, princess." You wonder what face he must be making. You bet he's smirking under that fucking helmet…

The heat rising to your cheeks is distracting but you're too curious to stop now so you put your hand out and he puts the vial down in your palm. You quickly unscrew it and then drop a bit of liquid in each eye. It stings but it's more of a numbing feeling as your vision goes from clear to completely blurred out. Everything is mixed together and super fuzzy.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He must be waving them at your face but you can't see a fucking thing.

"You better not be fucking with me. How long does the effect last?" You rub your eyes, seeing if that'll change anything but it doesn't. Wow, it's really effective, which is sort of freaky.

"Hopefully it lasts as long as we need but there's a chance I'll get carried away." His answer is too vague.

"An actual increment of time, please." You press him for an answer.

"Two days, give or take." He states and you roll your eyes before scoffing.

"You? Lasting two days? Now that's a funny fucking joke." You say with a hearty laugh. "I should've just closed my eyes. This will surely be over quickly."

"You can keep believing that, princess, but hopefully you enjoy being wrong." He tells you in a sly manner before getting up from the couch.

You then hear him start to take off his armor plates after he went around shutting all the curtains. Once his armor is off, the Mandalorian removes his helmet, setting it on what you assume was the dining table.

His voice sounds much more human now and it's a little too enticing. "Do you want to stay there or go to bed?"

"I'm curious what you can do on a couch." You propose the challenge and he seems to accept because you hear him sit back down next to you.

"Then come here, princess." The Mandalorian pats his lap.

You want to say fuck off but you're a little too interested to see what he's capable of so you feel around for his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt for leverage as you straddle his lap. This is probably the closest you've been to him, other than when he's carrying you in his arms. He smells nice, just like the soap from the refresher. You wonder what he looks like, not that you really need to know.

"You look good wearing my clothes." He slowly sneaks his hands under your shirt, pressing them at your waist firmly. "But you'd look better with them off."

"Wow, the helmet comes off and the horny comes out." You berate him but he gives you a light chuckle again, like he's amused by you. "If you want to take my shirt off, just do it."

You lift your arms up and he follows your lead, pulling your shirt off of you. Normally, you'd feel cold, but the fire crackling behind you is keeping you nice and toasty. That, and the Mandalorian's warm breath against your skin.

"To think, you actually look like a princess." He makes that comment and you raise your eyebrow at him.

"What the fuck does that mean?" You ask, wondering if it's an insult or compliment.

"It means you're absolutely gorgeous." He runs his bare hands along your sides. "So fucking perfect, just like a princess."

Oh, well, you can't argue with that, though hearing it from him makes your heart pound. You feel a little shy even though this isn't your first time being topless in front of someone. Maybe it's because you can’t see how he's staring at you, if he is staring at you.

The Mandalorian takes your hands and moves them to the hem of his shirt. He wants you to take his shirt off too so you do, lifting it over his head. He takes it and tosses it presumably where your shirt is before settling his hands back at your waist.

You run your hands along his sides like he did to you but then you notice a bandage where you shot him earlier. "Sorry about that."

"No you aren't." He catches you red-handed.

You chuckle. "Yeah, you’re right. It was a good shot since I didn't want to hurt you."

"I wouldn't have let you get in a killer shot." He tries to be slick but you simply look at him with disapproval. At least, you hope you're looking at him. It's hard to tell where his face is.

"Keep telling yourself that, Mando." You rest your hands back on his shoulders.

"I thought you knew my name, princess." He inquires and you shrug.

"I do, but I assumed you didn't like to be called by your name." You only know his name because your parents know his name so you overheard them using it when they talk about him.

"I want you to." He instructs. "What's my name?"

"Din Djarin." You feel strange saying it aloud but it rolls off your tongue quite easily.

"Remember that for when I make you feel good." Din says before he leans in.

You feel his hot breath against your neck as he starts to press small kisses trailing upwards. He drags his lips along your jaw and your breaths slowly get heavier as he brushes them against your lips. You instinctually lean in and that’s all he needs to kiss you back.

It's been so long since you've kissed someone, at least like this. Your lips settle in his perfectly. You're surprised he has such soft lips. You were kind of expecting them to be a bit chapped but they aren't at all.

"Your lips taste like the fruit I cut up for you. Did you like them?" He asks when your lips part for a moment.

"I did." You say with an appreciative smile. "Thank you, Din."

"So, the princess does have manners." He leans in and you feel him smile against your lips. Then, he breathes out a praise, "what a good girl."

"Oh shut up." You grip onto his face with your hands and pull him in to kiss you again.

This time, Din steals your breath away by slipping his tongue into your mouth and you let him. You don't mind it at all because it feels nice, having your tongues tied together. His hands start to move, touching every inch of your exposed skin as you both kiss. Then, they cup your breasts, holding them gently in his hands, giving them a light squeeze. You gasp against his mouth and he likes your reaction so he does it again, only this time, he drags his thumbs over your hard nipples. You let out a sharp exhale at the feeling, wanting more of it. He must know because he begins kissing you more passionately while he plays with your breasts.

You can feel him getting hard underneath you so you decide to grind against him a little, which makes him pull away from your lips. "Don't provoke me, princess."

"Or what?" You call his bluff, letting out a soft moan as you roll your hips against him again.

"I'll make you get on your knees and finish what you've started." His voice is so perfectly demanding. You like provoking him and seeing this new, more dominant side of him.

"Won't that make me right? That you're a man who only wants to get himself off?" You jab at him with your words.

"Oh, so should I finish what I've started then?" His hand slips down between your legs, touching you through your pants. You bite your lip to stop yourself from reacting but he knows you're already wet. "What's it going to be, princess?"

You think for a moment before getting off his lap and kneeling before him. Your hands sneak up his thighs to tug at his waistband, which he lets you pull down enough to get his hard cock out. You wish you could see it because it feels big in your hands. You trace along his length, liking the size a bit too much, wanting to map out every inch of it underneath your fingertips.

Then, you lick your lips and say, "tell me what to do or, better yet, make me do what you want me to."

Din definitely likes that because he grabs a hold of your hair, forcing you forward until your lips brush against the tip of his cock. You stick out your tongue and swirl around it, which makes him let out a low growl. You want to hear more of his sounds so you wrap your lips around his cock and sink down, taking him deep into your mouth and down your throat. You can barely fit him all the way without choking but you like the feeling.

A part of you wants to touch yourself while you do this so you pull off of him to ask, "can I rub my clit while I suck your cock?"

"Only if you edge yourself and wait for me to finish first." He tells you and you nod, sliding your hand between your legs as you sink your mouth back down his length, moaning the moment you feel how wet you are.

You move your mouth in tandem with your hand, rubbing your clit at the same pace as you suck his cock. The feeling of him deep in your mouth coupled with your fingers circling around your clit is pure bliss. But, this could get better and you know how, so you lift your other hand off his thigh to tap at his hand that's holding your hair.

"You want me to fuck your mouth, princess?" Din wants to be sure and you nod. "I won't hold back then."

His grip in your hair tightens and then he thrusts up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. It's intense but it only makes you want to touch yourself more so you let him do whatever feels right for him so you can focus on rubbing your clit and edging yourself. You follow his pace, which is both slow and aggressive at the same time. You hum at the feeling whenever he pulls you down onto his cock, stuffing himself as deep as he can, before pulling you off to let you breathe. You're drooling and tearing up but you've never been more turned on. You hope he can get hard again later and fuck you just as roughly as he's making you deep throat his cock.

You are growing weaker by the minute and you're surprised he's lasting so long. Keeping yourself on the edge is an uphill battle because you constantly want to give in and just come already but you know if you wait, it'll feel even more intense so you push forward, keeping yourself tensed up and ready to explode.

"Do you want to come?" Din stuff himself down your throat more and you nod against him as he chokes you slightly before lifting you completely off him. "Answer me, princess."

Saliva dribbles down your chin and you lick it up then answer through heavy breaths, "yes, please."

"Stick out your tongue and keep your mouth open then." Din commands and you listen. He tilts your chin up then stands, hovering over you. "You can come the moment you feel me do the same."

You give him a light nod in response. The sound of him wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking it right above you makes your mind go fuzzy as you pay attention to your throbbing clit and how desperately your body wants to release all the tension it's been building up. The room fills with your quiet moans and his composed grunts, drowning you both in such a sensual symphony.

It doesn't take long for you to finally come when you feel him finish all over your tongue and mouth. You swallow every bit and lick your lips before your own orgasm shoots through you and you moan his name, leaning your head against his knees. Your breaths come out dry and through long heaves, but the euphoria that shoots through you is unlike any other. You're dripping wet and you want him inside of you so badly that you slip two of your fingers in just to have a bit of the feeling.

"Pull your hand out, princess." Din sits back down and you lift your hand up for him. "Look at how hard you came all over your hand. What a messy girl."

He grabs your wrist and pulls you forward. Then, you feel his tongue lick every inch of your hand, tasting you on your fingertips.

"How sweet." He tells you, letting go of your hand. He pats the couch beside him. "Take your pants off and come sit here."

In your daze, you listen without a second thought, pulling your pants off before sitting back down on the couch. It doesn't click until you feel a pair of hands pull your legs until your ass is at the edge of the couch. Din spreads your legs open and starts kissing your inner thighs, giving you small compliments as he does.

"What a beautiful body." He says, pressing a kiss closer to the center. "You're so wet. You must've really enjoyed sucking my cock. You did a very good job."

Fuck, he's stalling with all his soft kisses and you just want him to hurry up already and go down on you. Din must sense your impatience because he purposely avoids it, making you squirm.

"Stop making me wait." You let out with a whine and you can feel him smile against your skin.

"Someone's needy." He teases you by dragging his tongue lightly along the center but not enough to satiate the desperation rising inside of you.

"I am very needy." You have lost all sense of dignity. "So, are you going to take care of me or not?"

"As you wish, princess." Din says a bit too fondly. You're not used to him sounding so…normal. The modulator always makes him sound a bit scrambled but hearing his voice all smooth and deep is a different beast entirely. Especially when he says things like that.

When he finally presses his tongue against you, you have to clamp your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from making too much noise. His tongue is so warm and it licks up and down at such an excruciatingly perfect pace, swirling effortlessly around your clit to cause your head to spin. You reach out and grab a hold of his hair, which feels coarse and curly between your fingers.

"I like your hair." You mumble to him. "It's nice to hold onto."

He lifts his head off of you to say, "grip it tighter when you're about to come."

You nod and he immediately goes back between your legs, focusing on bringing you closer to your next orgasm. It builds steadily, coiling in your lower stomach. You throw your head back, leaning against the couch, your mind swirling with a million thoughts at once. You can't stop thinking about how good Din is making you feel, about how he's going to take you away from your terrible family, about how he wants to take care of you.

It all feels too good to be true but you believe it as you get closer to the edge, you tighten your grip onto his hair and he starts to swirl his tongue around your clit in just the right motion. You unravel almost too quickly, coming harder than you did earlier. You bite the back of your hand to stop yourself from screaming his name too loudly as your whole body quivers from the intensity. That's when you know it's real. He's real and he just did that to you. Fuck, that's crazy. This is really happening to you.

You try to catch your breath but he doesn't let you because he keeps playing with your clit in his mouth, using his tongue and sucking on it. You're way too sensitive after that orgasm so everything he's doing feels even more substantial and you whimper a bit, trying to adjust to how quickly you're about to come again.

Right when your orgasm hits again, Din moves his mouth off of you all of a sudden then slides two fingers into you roughly, forcefully prolonging your orgasm. You can't process the feeling of his fingers thrusting into you. You can't control yourself anymore, gushing all over his hand as his fingers hit exactly the right spot, drawing another orgasm out of you. He continues to do this, forcing orgasms out of you with his rough movements. When you're on the brink of passing out, you manage to say the word "stop" between staggered breaths and he immediately pulls his fingers out of you. You curl up from the sudden empty feeling, holding your knees close to your body, shivering all over.

You feel something warm envelop you and you realize Din has pulled a sweater over your head so you get your arms into the sleeves. You hear him put his pants back on before sitting down next to you. Then, he lays a blanket over the both of you.

"Come here, let me hold you." He opens his arms up and you find the strength to lean over, resting your head against his shoulder. His warm arms wrap around you and it's so strangely comforting. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah." You nod to confirm. "It was just ramping up too fast and I didn't want to faint."

"Sounds like you enjoyed yourself. Did I take good care of you?" He asks all sly.

"Don't get cocky." You say, pinching his arm. "We haven't even fucked yet."

"Are you going to faint when we fuck?" His words make you shove him lightly, which he returns with another soft chuckle.

"You mean if." You lazily trace down his bare chest until your hand rests right at the waistband of his pants. "Can you even get it back up?"

"You are lucky I didn't let you pass out from coming so much, princess." His hand slides down to rest on your thigh. "Do you want to play this game?"

You slip your hand right in, grabbing a hold of his now-hard cock. He does the same to you, his fingers resting at your entrance. With your other hand, you pull his cock out of his pants so you can touch him with both hands. The moment you start to stroke it, Din pushes two fingers into you again. You nearly gasp but you stop yourself, not wanting to react too much but he curls his fingers and it sends you back into how you felt earlier, so ready to come again.

"Kiss me, Din." You lean towards him and he meets your lips with his.

You both sit there, kissing and touching each other. What feels even better is when you can feel his breathing getting heavier against your lips, which means he's also enjoying himself. That makes everything more amplified and you love it. You like the way his fingers slow their thrusts when your hands slow its strokes and vice versa. It's rhythmic, almost like you're fucking but not.

You sigh against his lips. "I really want to come."

"Do it, princess." He says back but you shake your head.

"I won't until you do." You squeeze the tip of his cock a bit and he lets out a grunt in response.

"Then put that pretty mouth back on my cock." He slips his fingers out of you so that you can kneel on the couch and take him into your mouth again.

Right when you've gotten him deep down your throat again, his hand finds its way back between your legs and thrusts his fingers back inside of you. Your legs are getting weak but you have to hold yourself steady so that Din can keep fucking you with his fingers while you suck his cock. His other hand goes back into your hair, brushing it away from your face in his firm grip.

"I'm close. Are you?" He says like a warning and you nod, agreeing with him. "Good girl. Come with me, princess."

With just a few more rapid motions, you and Din both come at the same time. He finishes in your mouth as you clench around his fingers. You swallow everything before he lifts you off of him, pulling you onto his lap. He takes his wet fingers and has a taste of you, licking them right in front of you. Then, he grabs a hold of your face and kisses you again and you can't help smiling as he does, liking the way his lips feel during your orgasmic high.

You don't know how much time has passed but you and Din stay kissing on the couch for quite a long time, not being able to get enough of each other. At a certain point, he lifts you into his arms and carries you into bed. That's when your lips finally part as he throws the covers over both of you.

Din hovers on top of you, resting his hips against yours. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer. Fuck, he's hard again already and you want him inside of you so badly but you don't want to be greedy. You choose to take it slow and just enjoy feeling his lips on you again. You run your hands all over him, wanting to touch every inch of his bare chest and back while you can.

All the while, your body reacts beyond your control and you roll your hips against him. You moan against his lips and pull away to say, "sorry."

"No you aren't." He is smarter than he looks and you smirk in response.

"Actually, I'm saying sorry to myself for wanting to fuck you." You make that up on the spot and impress yourself with your own words.

"I feel sorry for you too, princess." Din presses up against you, teasing you through his pants. "You must feel so empty without a warm cock inside of you."

"It's truly a tragedy." You say back, pretending to be sad. "Where will I ever find a nice, big cock to fill me up?"

"Depends what kind of protection you have." He gets serious all of a sudden and you understand why.

"I have an implant. I got it secretly from a doctor within the rebellion pretty early in my adulthood." You show him your bicep, pressing on it lightly until you're sure he can see the little thin rod under your skin. "So, I'm safe."

"Good girl." He presses a kiss on your forehead after he says that and you feel all shy from how gentle the gesture was. "I like knowing you've been safe."

"Why do you do that?" The question slips out of your mouth without thinking it through.

"What do you mean?" He sounds puzzled.

"Sometimes, you're strangely sweet and you say things that make me not want to be a nuisance to you." You reach up to caress his face, feeling that stubble he has that scratches your face when he kisses you. "Stop making me like you, Din. It won't end well for us."

"Why's that?" He leans into your hand, letting you hold his face.

"Because you'll be stuck with me." You make the joke and laugh but you hide your feelings in between the words.

"That doesn't sound all that bad. I don't mind taking care of a princess, as long as she's my princess." His words make your heart skip a beat. "Is that something you'd like?"

Is Din asking you if you want to be his? You don't know yet but you like the idea. "I wouldn't mind a Mandalorian taking care of me."

"Then, it's settled. You're my princess to take care of." He seals it with a soft kiss.

You smile against his lips and then pull away to ask, "are you going to fuck your princess now?"

"Needy girl." He checks how wet you've gotten again, dragging his finger along your folds. "So wet and ready for me."

You tug at his pants and he finally kicks them off. You opt to keep your sweater on because it's chilly and your lower body is safely under the covers with Din. He guides his cock right up against you and it takes all of your willpower not to beg him to just shove himself into you without remorse. You really are needy…

There's a moment of still silence as Din rubs his cock against you, teasing your clit with the tip. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand, not wanting to let your desperate whimpers out. He's teasing you and you can't stand it, even if it feels amazing.

"Be a good, needy girl and beg for my cock, princess." Oh, so he was waiting for you to say something. What a fucking prick.

"Why don't you beg to fuck me?" You start grinding yourself up against his cock, taunting him. "Don't you want to feel what your fingers did? So warm, wet, tight. How can you resist?"

"I don't think I need permission. You want me to already. I just want you to admit it." He moves the tip of his cock right up against your entrance. "All you have to do is ask and I'll slip right in."

You bite your lip, feeling the way the tip of his cock is so close to sinking into you. Fuck, who needs dignity? You threw that shit out the window a while ago.

"I want your cock inside of me, please." You finally plead and he delivers almost too quickly, shoving his entire cock inside of you in one fluid motion.

You grip onto his back, digging your nails into his skin as he starts to move. He's fucking huge inside of you, filling you up in ways you didn't think possible. You've never felt this full before and he hits so deep inside of you. You can't believe it, how good the feeling could be when it's this perfect.

Din studies your reactions. You know this because he changes his pacing and his strokes until he finds the right combination that makes you absolutely lose your mind. You're coming all over his cock, seeing stars in your eyes. The orgasm is completely unexpected and it doesn't end, not when he's hitting it just right. You've become a wet mess underneath him, gushing out every time he slams into you.

You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed at how much you're coming. "It doesn't stop…"

"Isn't that a good thing?" He says while you cling onto his back as another orgasm shoots through you. "You're such a wonderful princess, tightening so fucking much around me every time you come. Keep going, you can do it."

Fuck, how is Din still holding on? You're literally on the verge of tears from the constant bursts of pleasure. He has to be close, especially when he's ramming into you this roughly.

"I want you to come with me, Din." You hold his face in your hands.

"Where?" He asks, leaning down to brush his lips against yours.

"Inside, please." You then pull him in to kiss you.

After a few more strong thrusts, Din finishes deep inside of you and you come hard from the feeling of his warmth spilling into you, filling you up. You both share a bout of heavy breathing and sloppy kisses until he slowly pulls out of you. He lays down beside you and you turn to cuddle up against him, which he welcomes. You draw shapes against his chest as he brushes his fingers through your hair and you both enjoy the peaceful quiet as the euphoric rush fades away.

"How are you feeling?" Din asks you, gently patting your head. "Do you need anything?"

"I feel great." You say, smiling into his chest. "I don't need anything but this right now. Do you need anything? How was it for you?"

"Very good." He presses a kiss on the top of your head. "I'll get up in a bit to get some water."

"Oh, let me get some for you." You tap his chest and he moves his arm so you can roll out of bed.

Your legs are a bit wobbly but you can still walk fine so you find your way over to the kitchenette and feel around for two glasses. You fill yours with water first and quickly chug it so you can leave your glass behind while you bring Din his full glass of water. He puts his hand out to guide you back into bed and he takes the glass from you. You hear him drink it as you pull the covers back over you.

"I don't know how you managed to do that without seeing a single thing." He tells you as if he's impressed, setting his glass down at the bedside table. "Next time, I'll get it myself."

"I wanted to do something for you. It wasn't all that hard anyways." You lean back up against his chest and he sneaks his arm beneath your neck once again. You snuggle up closer and whisper, "I like this a lot."

"Me too." He whispers back. Then, he goes, "I'm sorry about the harsh things I said and about grabbing your neck so aggressively earlier."

"Eh, I deserved it. I was being a bitch." You reassure him. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm sorry about what I said…"

"It was in the heat of the moment. I forgive you." He tilts your chin up so he can kiss you. "Just don't do it again, okay?"

"I cannot guarantee that I won't be a bitch." You smirk and he groans in response.

"I knew I was asking too much." He banters back and you laugh.

"Are you regretting your decision to take care of me now?" You ask playfully but there's a light insecurity lingering in your words.

"Not at all." He answers with a kiss on your forehead. "It's more fun when you're feisty."

"Is that so?" You tease him a little. "Does that mean I was right and you must definitely wanted to fuck me before?"

"Oh, there were plenty of times where I wanted to. Especially when you're fucking annoying." His words are very enticing so you decide to rile him up.

"Were you going to put me in my place?" You start sliding your hand down his body again.

"You're being a brat, princess." He snatches your hand before you can feel how hard he's gotten again.

"I'm always a brat." You say with a lovely grin. "What are you going to do about it?"

Din doesn't answer with words. He just pulls your hand and drags you out of bed, throwing you against the wall. It isn't forceful at all, even though you kind of wish it was. He grabs a hold of your hips and presses you back up against the wooden wall of the room.

Then, he leans in to whisper against your ear, "tell me to stop if you need me to."

There's such a gentleness to him, making sure you aren't ever uncomfortable. You nod and whisper back, "I promise I'll tell you to stop if I don't like it, but trust me when I say, I really want you to fuck me up."

Din takes a hold of your hand then and taps it against his shoulder, "two to slow down, three to stop entirely. Got it?"

You tap his shoulder once in agreement. "So, does one tap mean I want you to keep going?"

"Yes." He lays everything out there. "I don't want to actually hurt you, so take this seriously."

"You're a sweet man, Din Djarin." You lean up to kiss him once before settling back against the wall. "Now, stop being such a stalling bitch and put me in my place."

The tingles that shoot through you when Din wraps his hand around your throat are incredible. He doesn't hold back and grips your neck tightly just like he did earlier. It really sends you back and you kind of wish you provoked him enough to get him to fuck you up against the base of the mountain.

There will always be a next time…

"Who knew a princess like you loved to be manhandled?" He grabs your hip with his other hand, slamming your ass against the wall, holding you there. "Maybe that's why you're such a brat. You enjoy being punished, don't you?"

"This is kind of a weak excuse for a punishment," you manage to get out those words before he squeezes your neck tighter, cutting off more air, making you lightheaded.

"I don't think you could handle a real punishment. You're too sheltered." Oh, he's mocking you now. "I can't be a savage. You need to be pampered like the princess you are."

"Fuck you." You practically spit in his face and that's enough for him to flip you around and shove your face against the wall with his hand wrapped around the back of your neck. That's going to sting in the morning.

Din pauses for a moment and you give him one tap on his hand that's resting at your hip so he knows you're fine. That's all he needs to give you a very firm smack on your ass. You involuntarily flinch at the action, not expecting it but wanting more enough to lean back into him. You want him to know you're okay with it.

Thankfully, he knows because he says against your ear, "it looks like you want me to do it again, princess."

Your whole body tenses up the moment his hand makes contact with your bare skin again and you bite your lip to stop yourself from whining at the dull pain. You let out short, staggered breaths as he makes you wait, anticipating his next move.

That's when he presses forward, pushing his cock right up against you, and you try your best not to seem too excited about it. He catches you though. "Do you want my cock again that badly? Did you like it that much?"

You're obviously not going to answer that but then he smacks your ass against you and you whimper at the feeling. Fuck, your skin is going to be sore for days. It’s already throbbing.

"Tell me how much you like it and I'll give it to you." He rubs against you, sliding between your thighs to tease every inch of you. You’re so wet that the sounds are filling the air. You should just listen to him…but you aren’t playing that kind of game.

“As if I’d do that. You’re lucky you even got to fuck me once.” Are you digging your own grave? Probably, but that’s what makes this much more entertaining.

“Are you forgetting that you’re the one who begged me to put my cock inside of you?” He’s right and you hate that you were so fucking horny earlier because now he has that as leverage.

“Technically, you wanted me to so I was just being nice.” You bite back and he scoffs.

“Is that so? I didn’t know you had it in you to be nice to me.” Din is definitely up to no good when he says, “I guess I should reward you then.”

A scream threatens to escape your lips when he thrusts his entire cock into you from behind but he slips his hand around your throat and chokes you out before the air can leave your windpipe. Your whole body is shaking and it’s hard to hold yourself up. You claw against the wooden wall, trying to steady yourself. All the while, you’re dripping wet and you can feel him pulsing inside of you, but he won’t move at all. You’re practically squirming, wanting to induce some kind of motion, but nothing happens. He holds your hip in place with his other hand, not letting you get what you want.

He pulls at your neck, lifting your face from the wall to turn towards him. You feel his breath against your lips as he goes, “it doesn’t look like you’re enjoying your reward, princess.”

What fucking reward? This is more like torture. You’re filled up completely from this angle and the tip of his cock is rubbing right up against that spot that makes you come like crazy but it’s not enough to actually do anything. You don’t want to give in though so you just yank your head away from his hand, turning back towards the wall. You can’t let him see how he’s affecting you.

But, he knows. Din can feel it. “How much longer are you going to pretend you don’t want me?”

“I don’t want you.” You maintain your composure but that slips up a bit when he slaps your ass again and you tense up, which makes him feel even better inside of you. It takes all your willpower to stop yourself from moaning at how good it feels.

“You’re a really bad liar.” He tells you as he moves his hands to slide up your body until they’re cupping your breasts. Then, he gives both your nipples a light pinch and you jolt at the feeling. You sink back down onto his cock and you can’t hold in the shocked gasp. “I wonder if I can get you to come on my cock just doing this.”

You grit your teeth because you know you definitely could come like this. He takes his time, squeezing your breasts in his big, calloused hands. His fingertips are so rough when they roll over the sensitive skin of your nipples, sending little sparks through you. Since his hands are preoccupied, you find yourself leaning back against him, feeling his cock slip deeper inside of you every time you do. You can feel your orgasm building steadily and it’s going to be intense with how subtle his touches are.

It’s dizzying, how much you want to give in and just let him fuck you senselessly. You’re on the verge of it but you keep pushing through, hoping you’ll be able to control yourself. That is, until you come so hard on his cock that you’re physically incapable of holding in your desires anymore. Your toes curl against the floor as you feel your orgasm in every part of your body, shaking you to the very core. Your body is desperate for this feeling again and your mind can’t keep up with your own wants.

You’re a loose cannon now, which is probably why you decide to say, “was that fun for you? Proving you can’t fuck for shit?”

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He sounds genuinely offended.

“Your cock did absolutely nothing for me so can you really say you know how to fuck if you let your hands do all the work?” You let out a laugh and he doesn’t like that at all because his hand goes back to your throat right away. Through strained huffs, you taunt him, “aw, poor Mandalorian, has to use his hands again to put me in my place.”

“You’re asking for it now.” He says with a low growl and you call his bluff.

“You’re such a fake. Just admit you’re a softie and we can have some light vanilla sex and go to bed.” You smile a bit too much at your words and he squeezes your throat tighter in response. “Quit with the fake aggression. You don’t scare me, Din.”

“Yet.” The word comes out all eerie from his lips before all hell breaks loose. He pulls his cock out of you and then proceeds to grab you by the hair and throws you onto the bed. The impact makes you a bit woozy but you manage to gain your composure as he gets on top of you. “Flip over, princess.”

“No.” Your defiant response is immediately met with a slap in the face. It surprisingly hurts and you scream, “what the fuck!”

“I’m not asking. I’m telling you what to do. Now, flip over before I make you.” His tone is incredibly serious and yet you’re still not going to go down without a fight.

“As if you can make me.” You hold your ground and you quickly put your arms up to shield your face before he can slap it again. “Oh, fuck you, Din.”

You then proceed to slap him in the face, much to his annoyance. “You just had to be a little fucking brat.”

He tries to force you to flip over but you keep struggling against him. Somewhere midway, you do tap him once to reassure him that you’re completely okay with the play fighting and that’s when he really starts giving it his all. He rips your shirt off of you and you elbow him in the face for it, which brings out another low growl from his lips.

“You’re going to pay for that, princess.” He tells you before he puts both hands over your throat, pressing you into the bed. You start kicking at him, trying to break free, but you’re slowly losing circulation and air. You can’t see a thing but you wonder what look Din has on his face. Is he worried or aroused? Maybe both. So, you do give him another single tap, since you would really hate for him to stop now while it was getting good.

Right when you’re about to pass out, he lets you breathe again and you suck in as much air as you can while you can. He grabs a hold of your chin, squishing your face in his fingers as he says, “just listen to me and I won’t have to hurt you anymore.”

“This is you hurting me?” You laugh almost too giddily. “I didn’t know you were such a weakling. You’re pathetic.”

“Pathetic?” He grits his teeth a little as his tone gets more aggressive. “Do you know what’s pathetic? The way you’re going to whimpering and whining while I make you come until you pass the fuck out like I should’ve before.”

You’re so distracted by his words that it gives him an opening to flip you onto your stomach. He grabs a hold of both of your wrists and pins them to your back with one of his hands. You can’t fight him anymore, no matter how hard you try to wriggle out of his grasp. He’s just that much stronger than you.

Then, Din presses his whole body into yours. You can feel how hard his cock is against you and you swallow both your nerves and excitement. He brushes his lips against your ear and says softly, “last chance to back out, princess.”

You tilt your head and then lean up to kiss him before breathing out against his lips, “I wouldn’t dream of stopping now. So, hurry up and fuck me until I’m an obedient princess who listens to her Mandalorian.”

“That’s a good girl.” He tells you quite proudly before kissing you gently. That’s the last gentle thing he’ll do tonight and you couldn’t be happier about it.

As you’ve come to realize, DIn enjoys giving you no notice and just rams his cock straight into you, coupled with a firm smack on the ass. You curse to yourself at how deep he can reach inside of you from this angle, pinning your body into the bed as he starts to thrust into you. You muffle your screams of pleasure into the sheets, biting them to hold in your moans. It’s merciless, the way he’s roughly pounding into you exactly the way you want him to.

The moment you’re about to come, you tighten up around him and that’s enough of a signal for him to slap your ass hard right when your orgasm hits you, making you come even harder than you were going to. He fucks you through your orgasm and your whole body can feel every stroke of his cock, the pleasure overwhelming you. It builds up to your next orgasm much too quickly and you unravel beneath him, moaning his name.

“You like that, don’t you?” He says with another firm smack on your ass. “It feels so good being used by me, doesn’t it?”

You can’t answer, not when he’s adjusting you, pulling you onto your knees. He lets go of your hands and you have this urge to fight him but your arms are like jelly so you simply grip the sheets beneath you as he continues to fuck you ruthlessly at a new angle. For a moment, you don’t understand why he changed positions until his hand sneaks between your legs and starts rubbing your clit. You mutter quiet curses at how amazing it feels. The overstimulation is causing your toes to curl and your back to arch as another orgasm shatters through every fiber of your being. It doesn’t stop there and you don’t expect it to.

“Does it feel good, princess?” He asks when you’re out of breath from another mind-blowing orgasm. You want to be a bitch but you can’t bring yourself to lie so you just nod in response. “I love an honest girl. Do you want a reward?”

You really shouldn’t trust his idea of a reward but you nod again and he pulls his cock out of you, which already makes you regret your compliance. After a moment of adjusting, Din pulls you towards him and makes you straddle his lap. He is sitting up with his back against the headrest now. You feel his cock pressing up underneath you and you bite your lip. Is this supposed to be your reward?

“I got to use you, now you get to use me.” He holds your hips for you, helping you sink down onto his cock. “But you aren’t allowed to stop moving. If you do, I’ll punish you.”

You get the first taste of what that means when your hips meet his and you don’t move so you can get used to being filled up like this. He leans forward and bites your neck, making you whimper from the sudden sharpness of his teeth. It doesn’t hurt but it definitely will leave a mark.

“Get moving, princess. Unless you want to be decorated with my teeth marks.” His tone is so threatening and you’re too turned on by it so you grip onto his shoulders with your hands and comply. Your hips lift off of him and you feel every inch of his cock slide out of you until you force it back inside of you, drawing uncontrollable moans out of you. It takes you a while but you finally set a pace that causes you to dig your nails into his shoulders from how much it’s affecting you.

Even though you already can’t see, you have this compulsion to close your eyes and just focus on the feeling of riding his cock. His hot breath lingers against your chest as he presses kisses along your skin. You wonder if he’s enjoying the sight of you like this. He must because he’s trying to coax you into your next orgasm. His tongue swirls around one of your nipples while his fingers graze the other one, firmly squeezing your breasts as they do. His other hand is still gripping your ass, ready to smack whenever he sees fit.

You don’t know why you say it, but you let out with a pleasurable sigh, “I’m going to come soon.”

“What do you want me to do about that?” He pulls away from your chest to go back to your lips. He bites your bottom lip before asking, “should I let you come?”

You shake your head. “Not until you do.”

“But don’t you want to come?” He moves his hand between your legs to feel how swollen your clit has gotten. “You’re going to spill out any second now. Can you really edge yourself?”

Din starts to play with your clit between his rough fingers and you whimper, “not if you do that.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing I don’t want you to.” He sounds rather menacing and now you realize he wants to force you to come as much as you can.

That simple thought sends you over the edge and you cry out as you ride his cock through your orgasm, his fingers never leaving your clit as he does. You lean your head against his shoulder, your mind swirling from how much you just came. You don’t think you can keep holding yourself up like this…

Din can see you wavering so he picks you up off his lap and drops you onto your back. You expect him to get on top of you but he instead stands up and then drags your legs to the edge of the bed before holding them up and spreading them open. The moment he pounds his cock back inside of you, you start screaming and clawing at him from the sheer intensity of his movements. That only makes him want to keep going and you gush out all over his cock, your orgasm filling your senses completely out of your control.

“Look at you, princess. Coming from such rough sex.” He ridicules you as he rams deep inside of you over and over again. “How many orgasms have you had tonight? I bet you’ve lost count.”

“Shut up.” You try to have a stern tone but it comes out a bit meek.

“How about I shut you up by making you come again?” Din places his thumb right on your clit and presses into it, forcing you to feel enough overstimulation to draw another squirting orgasm from you. You hide your face in your hands, embarrassed at how quickly you came again, much to his amusement. “What a shy princess, trying to hide how much she loves my cock. Why don’t you just admit it?”

“Fuck you.” You refuse to say such a thing.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” His joke makes you roll your eyes at him but then you quickly gasp when he thrusts up into you harder, hitting that spot that makes you tighten up around him. “It looks like I’m taking very good care of you. Why is that so hard for you to admit?”

“Do you want me to admit it?” You ask, knowing you aren’t going to last much longer since you’re already close again.

“Yes.” He stops moving and you whine at the loss. “I want you to be my princess who is both defiant and obedient. Don’t you want to be mine?”

If life could be like this, if you could spend everyday with him feeling this good, if all it took was admitting that you want to be his, then… “I do. I want to be yours as long as you’re mine, Din.”

“Then, I’m your Mandalorian and you’re my princess.” He breathes out into the air so warmly and your heart flutters. Then, he grips onto your legs, pushing them more into the bed, before saying in that low, seductive tone of his, “now, let me feel you come on my cock a few more times.”

You give in to him, unraveling completely. Your voice goes hoarse from how much you’re moaning his name as he continues to fuck you just right, turning you into a puddle beneath him. You’ve lost all rationality, begging him to keep going, asking him to fuck you harder, telling him how much you love the way it feels to be his.

By the time Din finally finishes inside of you, you’re spent, having came well over any sort of record you’ve held previously. You can’t move a muscle and your lungs ache from breathing so heavily. You don’t even register the way he is kissing every inch of your skin, marking you here and there, confirming that you’re his.

“Let’s get ready for bed.” Din tells you, lifting you up and guiding you back to the refresher.

You mindlessly wash up and he helps you with your hair, holding it so it doesn’t get wet. When you’re done, he gives you a towel to dry up with while he showers. You idle for a bit after you’re done, waiting for him. Once he’s all ready to go, he gives you some clothes to wear and redresses him as well before carrying you back to bed.

Everything seems all too comforting, the way you perfectly fit against his chest with his arms wrapped around you. You chuckle lightly against him as you say, “I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”

You feel him shrug before he answers, “you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“How am I supposed to walk back to the ship if my legs are jelly!” You let out a groan and then you hear him laugh that quiet, smooth chuckle of his. You really like hearing it.

“I’ll just have to carry you out of here, like the princess you are.” He takes a jab at you and you pinch him in retaliation.

Then, a sense of melancholy washes over you as you think about what it means to go along with him. “The moment I leave this planet and my life behind, I won’t be a princess anymore. I’ll just be…me. And, I don’t really know who I am if I’m not a princess.”

“Why do you have to stop being a princess?” Din pats your head gently as he speaks up, “you don’t have to revoke your title. Plus, one day, maybe we’ll come back to help fight for the rebellion.”

“We?” You wish you could look up and see his face right now because you want to know how he’s looking back at you.

“Yeah.” He replies, kissing the top of your head. He rests his chin on your head afterwards then says kindly, “let’s get you off this planet safely and then come back on our terms, together.”

“You know,” you tilt your head up so you can get closer to his lips again, “all this kindness isn’t going to get me to like you, Din. I’m still going to bother the fuck out of you.”

You feel him lean down to meet your lips as he responds, “then how about you bother me and learn to like me too?”

“I’ll think about it.” You say back with a big smile before lifting your hand up to bury it into his hair, pulling him in to kiss you. Din gets back on top of you and you can feel how hard he is again already, bringing a gasp to your lips. “How the fuck are you still horny?”

“What? You didn’t see that one coming?” He tells you before he smothers you in kisses, making you laugh all happily.

Life doesn’t seem so bad as a princess on the run with a Mandalorian by her side to take care of her. Maybe this was always the life you were meant to have. A life that you chose for yourself.

A life with him.

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[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

“It hurts.” “I know (condescendingly)” for Primecest?👀❤️

Morty should have known better. Well, he knew better, that was the thing. He knew better than to ignore what any Rick - especially Prime - orders him. It was simple too; just stay on his ass until Prime got back.

But Mortys weren't made to be still, sit obediently. They were Ricks' little helpers, sure, but they were curious and a little ball of neurodivergent anxieties. Left alone, they would either masturbate or touch things they had no authorization to touch. Or both. Most of the time Mortys did both.

So, it wasn't really Morty's fault that after finally being untied, he wanted to explore the room. It was so different from his-

Oh. Wait. Prime was his gr- his original family member, wasn't he?

-the Rick-He-Lived-With's garage, he just couldn't help himself. He had to explore all those shiny buttons and sleek designs and strange devices!

He just wanted to look around for a bit. It wasn't his fault that it took longer than he anticipated and that Prime would get home get to the base earlier than expected.

"Well, well, well, look who can't follow orders." A voice came from behind Morty. The young boy winced, dropping the metal object from his hand, which crashed against the floor with a big cling. Morty froze, his freeze reflex completely taking over his fight or flight ones.

"Looks like that fucker Rick couldn't teach you to obedience." Morty could hear the maniac grin in Prime's voice. The blood froze in his body as the fear gradually crept up on him.

It was worse than the screaming belittlements his Rick tended to throw against him. Much worse.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, I-I d-didn't mean to," Morty forced himself to say it without turning around, his stuttering getting worse as he broke out in cold sweat. He didn't dare to move, he felt like he was a little, defenseless bunny against the big bad predator. It shouldn't have made sense; Prime looked so scrawny, so young and carefree - but that just made him even more terrifying.

"Look at me."

There was no way Morty would refuse it. Ducking his head, he turned around, fidgeting with his hands. The door shut behind Prime with a final-sounding, ominous click.

Morty started apologizing immediately. "I-I'm sorry, R-R- Prime, I d-didn't mean to, I'm so, so, so, so s-sorry! I wasn't-"

"Quiet," the young-looking Rick ordered, and Morty, for once, shut his mouth. "I told you to stay put. It wasn't even a difficult task! Do you even follow what C-137 tells to you, or does he only keep you to up the difficulty level of your adventures? Don't answer," he interrupted, when he saw the pouting boy opened his mouth. "You were allowed to wait, unbound, yet you chose to disobey me. Such a bad, bad grandson…"

Morty gulped. That should have sounded bad and threatening - and it was! -, but… maybe he really was a fucking pervert as his family always accused him to be.

The unusual, kind of very weird Rick rolled up his sleeves as he walked over his seat, then sat on it, not looking away from the fidgety boy. "Kneel," he ordered.

Morty's knees buckled, and fell on the ground before he knew what he was doing. "So you can follow orders…" Prime smirked, and invited Morty closer with his pointing finger. "Good boy," he murmured.

Morty shuddered, and couldn't quite swallow his strangled moan back. He was close to tears, but it was a mixture of frustration, fear, shame, and humiliating want. The smirk became bigger.

"Huh… Maybe you are good for something else than just being a bait. We'll have so much fun until that loser finds us!"

"P-pr-prime, I…"

"Call me grandpa, grandson. After all, I am your grandfather." The salacious grin on Prime's lips promised lots of things. None of them was something a grandfather should do with his grandson. "Now, where were we? Oh, right. Your punishment…"

"No, I, Grandpa, please!" Morty pleaded, but one look from the older man, and he shut his mouth.

Eyes burning with something unidentifiable, yet something so familiar raked over his body. "Strip and come here," he ordered after long moments of tense silence.

A hiccuping sound left Morty's mouth, his eyes crossed over, cheeks pinking and heart rushing so fast as it never before, but he was quick to follow Rick's words. He toed off his shoes, before struggling with the zip on his jeans, tugging impatiently for a few moments. Finally, he managed to wriggle himself out of his jeans and socks, leaving his briefs for a bit longer, then pulled his shirt off in one swoop.

Standing in front of Prime - his original grandfather, the person, who killed Rick's wife and daughter, the reason for Rick's single-minded obsession -, only covered by tiny white briefs, being looked at like that… his inside twisted, and his little prick hardened.

He was a sick, twisted, perverted little fucker, just like his Rick told him he was.

He worried the hem of his undergarment with his fingers, hesitating, but he quickly shimmied out of them at the look in Prime's eyes, so icy-cold and powerful. Biting into his lower lip so hard he could taste the copper of his blood, he kneeled clumsily in front of the unhinged man. He really didn't want to obey, it was uncomfortable, and scary, and the confusing feelings swirling inside him didn't help either. He was on the verge of a panic attack, his breathing labored and shallow, but he just held still like the captured prey he was in front of a much bigger, scarier predator.

Prime was entirely too silent and too focused on the kneeling kid, making the experience even more uncomfortable. Morty could feel that any sudden movement could set Prime off, so he just stayed still, whimpering slightly.

"Well, looks like you do know how to take an order, grandson," Prime mocked, his lips curling up in a cruel smirk. It was both infuriating and strangely arousing, which, in general, was a great way to describe most Ricks. Unfortunately.

"It is almost a shame I need to punish you," Prime mentioned conversationally, his smile sharp and predatory, causing Morty's breath to catch in his throat. "You look so pretty down there."

"Come on, grandson, up here. Grampa's going to spank you until you remember to follow your orders like the obedient little puppy you are. Make you remember it when that loser gets here, trying to take you away, and you won't be able to take even a step. You will always be reminded who you belong to." Morty was covered with goosebumps as Prime let out a possessive growl. He tried to convince himself that he hated that, that all he wanted was to escape from this animal's claws, yet on top of his other bad traits, he was also a very bad liar. He couldn't lie even to himself.

Prime snapping his finger at him, as if he was calling a servant, or more like, a puppy, zapped through his body like a lightning bolt. The degradation… humiliation… possessiveness… objectification…

Morty learnt more about himself in the last few minutes than he did during his whole life. Red faced, but obedient, he crawled towards Prime, draping himself over his lap. Biting his bottom lip, he stared up at Pri- Ric- Grampa?, looking at him for approval, for any sign that would tell him he was doing a good job.

"Just like that, you little masochist," his original grandfather praised. Morty's eyes glossed over, his bright hazel eyes burning with a want for more. His already pink cheeks turned cherry-red; not even the wanton moan that left his lush, pink lips could make him blush more. He waited in breathless anticipation for what was going to happen, for the first slap to land, but it couldn't prepare him for the sting of pain. He let out a startled yelp, but before he could make an even bigger mess for himself by jumping out of Prime's lap, another slap was layered over the first one, now harder, as a reminder to be a good boy. He swallowed his whine, his body tensed, but as the third, the fourth and the fifth landed, his body became boneless, just a little ball of nerves.

Morty tried to squirm away, his senses going override, but the hand that wasn't spanking him, carefully pinned him down. He couldn't see from that angle, but he could feel Prime's breath quickening, as if he was just as affected by the punishment as he was.

Six… seven… eight-nine-ten.

Tears began to form as the last three slaps came in a quick succession to the same place. His tears turned to whimpering and sobbing, not used to this type of pain, especially because it mixed with the emotional one. His tears turned to whimpering, then sobbing as Prime's hand continued to hit Morty's aching bottom. 

"Goddam, you look so pretty when you are so pitiful," Rick Prime mumbled, turning Morty's head towards him with his free hand, making his neck twist painfully. Snot, drool and tears ran down on Morty's red face and open lips, and Morty felt gross, yet all he could see in the older man's eyes was want-

And was that… was that awe?

Another hit slapped painfully on Morty's fragile bottom. He already lost count of how many he had to endure already, and he was at the end of his endurance.

"P-please, d-don't… n-no more," he sobbed. "It hurts!"

A huffing sound reached his ears. Was Rick Prime laughing at him? Mocking him? "Oh, baby, I know. Don't cry anymore, it's going to be the last one. Grandpa knows you are going to be a good boy from now on," he said, his tone filled with condescending fake sympathy.

It should have been a turn off. Should have made Morty's skin crawl, his stomach turn upside down.

It wasn't.

Morty whined, breathing heavily, his heart trying to jump out of his chest as the last hit reached his sore, inflamed ass, making his body jolt forward, rubbing his aching little cock against Prime's clothes thighs. The friction made him cry out, his dripping precum drenching his grandfather's pants. His head felt full of light blue clouds and syrupy honey, like he was floating away.

Tears were running down on his cheeks as he stared glassily at nothing, his teeth unconsciously biting into his bottom lip. His hips mindlessly started to move, humping against Prime's thighs, as he was floating in the sea of pain and pleasure.

"You were such a good boy, Morty. You took your punishment so well." He could hear a low murmur, so low maybe he was just imagining it. He just knew it felt good to think he might have been a good boy.

Hands were caressing him, rubbing over his aching bottom and thighs, bringing feelings back to his body.

"So good, my little grandson." The praise is low again, but feeling less floaty, Morty is more convinced that he wasn't just imagining it. Finally he was acknowledged; he was a good boy. Rick said it, so it must have been true! First, he didn't even realize that the whining sound was coming from you, only when his grandpa's caresses became more present, more real, did he feel the strain in his vocal cords.

Breathing heavily, he returned his body, just to feel Ric- Prime's hand sneaking between Morty's thighs, reaching for his cock. The young boy jumped as warmly big fingers wrapped around his small dick, and he really couldn't be blamed for the small hiccupping noise that left his lips when Prime gently rubbed his slit. His touches were so in contrast with the previous punishment, it gave Morty a whiplash, but he wasn't complaining.

Having somebody else's hand on his cock, even if it was his grandf- Prime's - or maybe especially, because it was his -, was way better than the feeling of his tiny little hands.

"See, what happens to food boys? They get rewarded, while bad boys get punished," Prime teased, altering the amount of pressure he used on Morty's cock. "But I guess, reward and punishment are pretty much the same for you. You are just like your grandpa," the older man murmured. His strokes became more forceful, steady, yet purposeful. Morty couldn't swallow back his moans, his eyes closed from the pleasure, as his original grandfather brought him to the edge of the abyss.

"Yeees," Morty's moans increased, he was so close, so close-

"Cum for grandpa!"

That was all Morty needed. The young boy immediately came, his white cum drenching Prime's hand, pants and it even dripped on the floor. Only his panting breaths broke the silence; the older man let Morty get himself together.

Only when the brunette's breathing evened out, almost suspiciously even, did Rick Prime open his mouth. "Now, get on your knees and open your pretty mouth," he ordered, and helped the dazed boy do as he was told. Morty whimpered as he was forced to sit on his throbbing, aching bottom, slightly dizzy, and so very sleepy, but he obediently opened up.

The older man unzipped his pants, pulling his erection out, aiming it directly towards Morty's tear-streaked, messy, blotchy face, and pretty, puffy pink mouth. He didn't need much, only a few stokes before he was grunting, unloading all over Morty's face, painting his pink cheeks, bloody lips, half-closed eyes and thick eyelashes, curly brown hair white with cum.

It was an unconscious action from Morty to lick his lip to clean himself up, but tasting Rick's - Prime's! - semen didn't deter him. Lazily, he licked it up as best as he could, his little cock twitching uselessly, way too spent and tired to get up once again.

"You insatiable little bitch," Prime scoffed, but it felt loving and fond, instead of berating and disgusted. It made Morty ache more than his stinging ass could ever hurt. "Come," his grandfather said, pulling him up into his arms. Instead of leaving him on the floor, letting to get himself together, Prime picked Morty up, and took him to his room, where he laid the boy next to himself.

They fell asleep curled together, Morty tucked in as the tiniest little spoon, while Prime took the role of a big, menacing spoon, who silently dared C-137 to arrive while the two of them were sleeping.

That loser would never get his lovely little grandson back. Ever.

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[writinggoesgreen]

any story where you have an excuse to make everyone strong as hell and very sweaty is perfect to me. here are some quick inspo ideas for my most beloved au type.

commercial chain gyms have a pretty standard array of equipment (cardio machines like treadmills, rowing machines), resistance machines, mats, and free weights, and will usually focus on having a lot of machines to sustain a larger, diverse clientele. they also probably run a pretty diverse selection of classes. they may also have callisthenics and body weight training areas.

body building gyms usually look pretty different to commercial gyms - they might be smaller, and a little less shiny, for some reason. as a specialist gym, they tend to be a little smaller in terms of number of stations available. if they're targeted towards strong man competition style working out, you might even have crazy things like huge truck tires to hit with a hammer or throw around. i went to one once that had a busted fiat 500 for people to lift. i dunno. go wild.

boxing/martial arts gyms will vary depending on what martial art they are teaching. they may also teach a variety, or just one kind, depending on the trainers. a boxing gym might have punch bags and a ring, but somewhere that teaches jiu jitsu, which fights on mats, probably wont have a roped ring. there might be some overlap in what is taught (muay thai, kickboxing, and mma have similar skillsets, for example) so they might run different sessions for each. a lot of places run kids and women's classes, too. if you aren't a practitioner of the martial art you're writing, doublecheck things like if they are graded, if there is often a sparring element to training, or if there is a specific uniform, as these things vary massively.

i have never been to a women's only gym but they function pretty similarly to most standard gyms, with the general equipment you would expect. it's only really the people using it that seperates it.

yoga studios can be very small, or very big. they will usually have soft floors and mats, as well as things like yoga blocks, straps, and balls. if they also teach pilates, there might also be some pilates machines. there might also be seperate rooms, for different classes, or meditation spaces.

similarly, dance studios can be any size, and like martial arts gyms, can specialise in a single style, or multiple. maybe it's run by a single dancer who only teaches tap, or maybe there are a few instructors who teach a variety of styles. what it looks like will vary massively depending on that.

swimming pools will usually have... a body of water. they may also a sauna, a shallow pool for kids, and depending on the pool, a play area. these also tend to run classes.

here is a suggestion list of different classes a gym might run, sorted into categories. these have been pulled from as diverse a group of gyms as i could find in my area, for a more realistic selection:

cardio: body combat, spin, zumba, circuits, body conditioning, bootcamp, HIIT. strength: learn to lift, absolute abs, kettlebells, upper body blast. dance: here is a school in london with a huge variety of dance classes for inspo. martial arts: self defense, boxing for fitness. i wont list every kind of martial arts here because it's pointless, so here is the wiki page for it. note: some of these are closed cultural practices, and would not likely be taught outside of where they are traditionally practiced. misc: personal training.

after moving to a new city, character a joins a gym class at random in a desperate attempt to make some new friends.

character a starts a new job at a local gym as a personal trainer, and isn't counting on the yoga instructor being quite so... flexible.

after an injury, character a starts doing some physio work at the gym. character b is in charge of their recovery.

character a takes their kid to a swimming class every week, where character b is the instructor taking the class.

despite knowing what a cliche it is, character a develops a humiliating crush on their personal trainer. it can't be helped - character b seems to exclusively wear obscenely tight t-shirts to work.

character a is a lifeguard at the pool where character b swims every morning, and quickly becomes a very strong motivation to getting up at 5am every day.

character a works at a family-run gym, and their bumbling crush on one of the regulars, character b, is becoming increasingly difficult to hide from their nosy siblings.

working on entering their first competition, character a works with character b in some one-to-one sessions, only to find them sitting in the front row come competition day.

character a returns to training after an injury in their last fight shattered their confidence. character b, their coach, helps them get back on their feet.

#writing ideas #writing prompt #creative writing #auhelp #gym au #wgg original #anyway these are cheesy and stupid but sooooo much fun i love sweaty people #also can you tell that i am not a dancer #is that obvious #au

[heartofgoldenlight]

Your Brightness - Modern Ruhn Danaan x Reader Smut

The night was busy. There were drunk people all over the place. They were flying balls and broken glass. But that don’t effect me. As long as everyone isn’t murdered or isn’t complaining thing are good. But not that good. There was one person ruining my peace. Ruhn Danaan. The son of the biggest business man in the area. With his long shiny,black hair tied up in a bun. Loose grey t-shirt and black pants he was more than attractive. He looked like a greed god but in human clothes. And this greek god tried to talk to me several times this evening. Maybe I shouldn’t be that bitchy with him. He raised his hand to make order but before I could even react someone screamed. I looked around and saw some random big guy hitting woman. She was on the floor crying from his slap. I jumped over the bar and went to them.

-Hey what do you think your doing in my bar big men- I said with a sarcastic tone while trying to get the woman up. Her makeup was running down her now little purple cheek.

-I am giving this whore a lesson that she has to obey me!

-NO I DON’T HAVE TO!-she was with surprisingly loud voice.

-Ah you little….

-For gods sake. I know that you are some big,muscular guy that probably thinks that everything is revolving around him, but guess what. I MY BAR EVERYONE IS FREE AND NO ONE HAS TO OBEY NO ONE!!!

-Ohhh so you are going to give my attitude too. You stupid woman..-he raised his hand in ready to hit me. In this woman something broke. I looked around and saw that Ruhn throwed his glass at the big gus head and that made a little scratch. In matter of seconds Ruhn whet to him and some amazing moves the guy was on the floor. Blood was running down his lips and nose. Ruhn bet down to him and said something that made him open his eyes in fear. He immediately stand up and left the bar without a word.

-Now if someone here tries to touch any woman like this believe you will regret the fact that you were born. -he said with little smirk on his face while watching the group of friends of that guy. They all noded nervously. He turned to us.

-Are you okay miss?

-Yes,yes I am okay. Thank you both. Now I can go home don’t worry about me. My friend is coming to pick me up.

-Are you sure I can drive after I finish here.

-No,no thank you both. Thank you very much.-with the woman runes out of the bar.

-Sorry but can we talk in the back for a sec?-I said looking in his beautiful eyes that were cold electric blue but had something very warm in them.

-Yes of course!

We went to the small room behind the bar which was something like a little hotel room with bed television and table.

-Why did you stand up for us?-I said while closing the door behind us.

-No man can ever treat woman like this. I just could help but make him fell miserable. And plus that I couldn’t see him treating you like this.

-What do you mean?

- I mean maybe you don’t know me but I am one year ahead in college with I was liked you. Your brightness. People had believe in you. Trusted you. That’s why I started coming here more often and didn’t lose hope even when you didn’t show interest in talking with me.

-You really… really think this ?

-Of course I do.

In this moment he looked even more handsome than before. In this moment I just went with the flow. I got to him and kissed him. Straight,hard without warning. He kissed me back and his hands lates on my body perfectly. They started exploring my back,then my hips,than my ass. My hands went to his soft hair and strong shoulders. We went back and hit the edge of the table. Ruhn quickly change the position and I was the one pressed to the edge.

-You sure you want this little bunny?

-I am sure…

-And your sure you want me to fuck you on the table?

-Mhmmh……..

I don’t him to talk I want him doing other thing with that mouth. I managed to take his shirt off…

-You sure you…….

-For gos sake Ruhn you can do much more good things with this mounts. Just shut up and fuck me.

With this he went ballistic. In matter of second my crop and bra went on the floor. He made me bend backwards on the table and he got rid of my bottom too. He looked at my naked body and at my red bikini. He crouched down and got rid of them too. He looked at my now exposed pussy and licked lips. Without doubting he kissed my clitor. I skaked. He started sucking and licking. He was going in and out of me non stop. His hands were on both my things pinching probably making bruises. I saw worlds in front of me. And this world was soon going to crash.

-Ruhn….ruhn….. i am going to….to……come.

-Only if you come with my name on your lips honey.-and then he stopped. I could take it. I started screaming

-RUHN!RUHN!!!!!

With a little smile he started licking and sucking even harder. In matter of moments I came crushing down. My legs were shaking. My hands were scratching Ruhn’s shoulders. He licked every last drop of me. I started breathing heavily. I just came but I was needing him.

-Ruhn,ruhn…

-Yes bunny-he said standing up.

-Please…..

-Please what?

-Please fuck me.

He smiled. That smile made me wet again. He got rid of his pants and boxers. I stood in shock. It was big,massive and erected. My mouth watered like my pussy. He smiled even more when he saw my look. He bent over me and started kissing me. I replied with kissing him even harder. His mounts went to my neck then to my breast. Making sure there wasn’t a spot he didn’t kiss.

-So you want me to fuck you?-he said with my breast in his mount.

-Mhmhmm….-I said he bites a little. I let put a moan.

-Use your words bunny!- he squeezed his mount even more. My hands were scratching his back. My legs shaking unstoppably.

-Yes ,yes… I want you to fuck me…hard…on this table….Ahhh…Ruhn….please fuck me…

-That’s it my bunny.

With that he left my breast and stand up. He opens my legs even more and got comfortable. With a slow motion he put his member in me. He slowly went in with every inch. It fetter perfectly.

-Please Ruhn just fuck me already.

I set a beast. He started pounding. Not gentle. Hard. Like he wanted this for too long. His hair got out of his bun. His tattoos were shining on the light. He was filling me and crashing my world. I was close.

-Ruhn….I am……

-Come for me bunny.

I came. My legs started shaking even harder. My hands whitened from the was I was holding the table. I came again screaming his name. Not long after that he came too. His member was twitching inside me. He gently pooled out and carried me to the bed. We both layed down. And looked in each other eyes.

-Ruhn sorry but I have…I have to get up.. my clients.

- Shttt… Calm down little bunny. They probably all went to their homes after what they saw and maybe heard.

He said and winked at me. I laughed. Maybe this night wasn’t going to be only one. Maybe. I smiled again and hugged him. I felt asleep fast.

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Hello everyone! I hoped you like this I am sorry if there are any wrongs I am sorry just English isn’t my first language. Again I hoped you liked it and have a beautiful day!:)

#ruhn x reader #ruhn danaan #smut #hosab

[sol-shines]

how do they decorate their living space? the phoenix fire crew i mean

hi cam !!!!!

ooh let's see....

emma: definitely has some sort of workbench or desk with papers or other supplies sorta strewn all over it. they've fallen asleep there more times than anyone can count. probably has maps or notes or wanted posters stuck to some portion of her wall as like a planning space. but has some photos up too, most of the crew, but one or two of them with their family back on earth. i feel like she HAS a bed, but usually either falls asleep at her desk, in the cockpit, or with someone else when they FINALLY convince them to rest. i dont think they put a lot of effort into making their room seem "homey," yk? she's been in survival mode for a long time. also like 20 secret weapon compartments

audri: lots of little floating lights just scattered around, courtesy of Magic Shit. lots of blankets i think, she likes to be Warm. i think her room has a wall that can become transparent and is just a window to outside the ship. big ol floor rug i think. she spends more time lying on the floor than she cares to admit. doodles on the walls absentmindedly sometimes, or throws shit at them sometimes to see if they'll stick (when she's REAL mad, occasionally she'll put up a picture of someone's face and start slinging stuff at that). generally i think her room is the most,,, Scuffed, physically. she'll scratch up the walls, destroy bedding, there's a couple dents here and there. she truly just goes fuck it we ball. she'll set off volatile experimental spells in there, who give a shit anxbsmbcnx

xan: he has quite a few of those little plant hanger thingies.. he hangs out in the greenhouse a lot but he's gotta have some little ones with him in his room too. probably some type of holo-computer interface that he can pull up and dismiss at will. you KNOW he's got some fancy-ass lighting system. generally very neat but occasionally if you catch him in the middle of a hyperfixation moment there will be a good few takeout containers and chip bags and empty energy drinks tossed away absentmindedly

drake: in my head drake's room is the messiest akcndkncdm. both by virtue of him being a kid and a dragon lmao. he's a major hoarder so he has something shiny or interesting from EVERY dimension they've visited. i feel like everything is just piled up in there. very howl's bedroom from hmc if it was less opulent wizard shit and more "this glowy orb i found that looks sick as fuck" and other useless collections lol. i think his bed space is just a pile of everything soft he owns - blankets, stuffed animals, pillows, you name it - all in a giant nest that he curls up in.

cj: honestly i think he makes his look the most comfy? guitar propped up in the corner, a little vanity space to get ready and admire themself, posters of superheroes and biking stars and musicians he admires plastered on their wall (he prides himself on loving niche indie artists of ALL genres but also i KNOW they're a slut for frank ocean,,,,). has all sorts of honor awards and biking trophies on a special shelf. ABSOLUTELY has his wanted poster plastered front and center. also i KNOW their closet situation defies spatial logic (how is there a walk-in and why is it gunning to be the next portal to narnia?????)

thanks for asking !!! this was SO fun actually.

#asks #sol speaks #ocs #mm #YIPPEE this actually made me think a bit lol #but i enjoyed it !!!!!

[songjo]

Diary: T&K Live in Newcastle

Well, it's been so long since I've been to a PUBLIC EVENT, and I have a relatively small number of friends who are part of this fandom, so I figured I'd write a little summary to send into the tumblr ether (where I lurk among T&K content anyway). And, to be honest, mostly for me to look back on, because it was so fabulous and I do not want to forget the feeling.

Long story short: possibly the best thing I've spent money on this year. Perhaps even on par with Except money spent on travel to see loved ones.

So I went to see the show at O2 City Hall in Newcastle on 8/12, which is located fortunately close to mine, since I knew I would have to go at the end of a working day. It was also the day of the first snow up in the North East, and we got the social-media posts from T&K stuck on the LNER service up from London. Trains have stopped running in the UK for less, and I'm just glad that they seemed to have avoided the fate of rail-replacement buses.

Impression on arrival: very mixed and happy crowd. All a bit cramped in the downstairs bar at the O2 (cramped mostly because of covid-resurgence/strep A/general winter bug concerns). For those who saw the backstage clips/photos from Obsessed where they were getting changed in what looked like a stairwell: the O2 is nearly 100 years old and grade II-listed (and it contains an organ with a Grade 1 certificate), so renovations would have to be highly considered, and I'm guessing that the dressing rooms were too far away for the quick changes.

Then I sat in my seat for about an hour, with Duolingo, watching the ads, hoping nobody taller would sit in front of me, deciding until the very end whether to buy merch now and have to somehow hold it all night or to buy it later. The North East is a place where nothing placed on the floor of a concert venue/club/cafe/shop is safe. Not from theft, but from spilled drinks.

The thing about having tried not to get too spoiled about the show, and failing to a certain degree, is that the anticipation is raised. So when the curtain drops and Trixie is there, it was pretty surreal.

They looked so good. I can't remember exactly where it was that T talked about Katya's performance being influenced by how good she thinks she looks (was it a tour bts clip?)... but the matter of that fact was that they looked GOOD.

Both T&K attempted the Geordie accent, and that was good too.

Whoever does their research for each stop is obviously meticulous - they knew that having Sunderland being the butt of jokes would go down well in Newcastle.

When they needed to gesture to the disco ball they couldn't find it. At first, I didn't even know if it was a gag, but apparently it's usually behind them, but it was in front of the stage (and suspended in the air ofc) this time.

The lighting was amazing? Pretty much every sparkly outfit was fully blingy. I'm sure this is by design, but it's worth mentioning.

Did I say that they looked good yet? Ugh.

The crowd duly cheered for the first outfit changes (black-and-white sparkly mini, which T paraded around; and the shiny red robe, which K modestly said "oh it's just a robe"). And also subsequent outfit changes. Some very VERY loudly. Even when T put on the boa (during the part where they were fighting and angrily throwing the contents of their clothing rails into their trunks), which earned an exasperated "it's a boa. *pose*"

Tbh, I think we just cheered very loudly for allsorts. At one point T went off-script (I think?) and said "are y'all just really drunk??" (crowd: more whooping) This is, for better and worse, very Newcastle.

T joking about being old is always funny since she's younger than I am. But I expect I elicit the same feeling when I joke about being old (and genuinely loving it) to older friends and colleagues.

The dancers are all adorable.

T fixed K's skirt when she's lying down on the stage just before Wind Beneath My Wings again. Maybe this is habit by now? When T first comes out on stage when K is "passed out", and asks where K is, nobody in the crowd actually said anything... T: "Thank you for being dignified enough to not point out the obvious and going 'she's behind you!'" (No idea if this was scripted, but it was a fun interaction.)

The little interlude/scene-change music was so funny, and had the exact right feeling for them?

During the TEDxxx portion, K was just in a black leotard. When T came in to do her talk, K wiggled out each time, and the screen (obviously) zoomed in on the butt.

T in her "T-is-K" get-up, in person, is insane. It already looked amazing on fancams but I guess being in the room heightens everything? Also, I don't know what the sound systems are like in their different venues, but the bass was dialled UP at City Hall, and Rasputin going into Ding Dong was a moment. It nearly became an unfortunate moment because T looked liked she lost her balance a teeny tiny bit and leaned backwards, but she's a pro's pro the number proceeded as usual. (I then played Ding Dong all the way home in my car.)

Seksi was everything I'd hoped it would be.

In fact, every choreographed piece was even better in person.

When T and K are tied up and Kelly Mantle is being the Klarma CEO, the girls are one point say, "murder is illegal in this country right?" Crowd: *crickets... then laughs*. K: "we leave tomorrow right?"

Kelly Mantle is amazing and I want all her suits. When Sandy returned from being locked up in the Klarma dungeon, her bangs were covering her eyes. (T&K both smiling, T stays smiling until she remembers to act again) T: "you gotta uh fix your wig there Sandy?" S: *adjusts hair* "I don't wear wigs, this is my hair."

At some point, when Sandy comes out looking for K, and K is mostly definitely not on stage, the crowd then went, "she's behind you!" And Sandy humoured by having a look behind her and then scolding us for messing about.

Can I just say one more time that the costumes are so fabulous? And the non-full-number music choices equally so?

It was just really, really wonderful.

I had planned to try to only take it in with my eyes, but I couldn't resist recording some of it as well. Clips will come up in due time.

#trixie and katya #trixie and katya live #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #t&k live

[missamyrisa2]

If Miss Amy loves those metal tap sound from her belt and those sound tickle her ears, maybe she should put taps on her favorite shoes so she can hear them everywhere she goes. It might even get people to take a closer look which could lead to very tickly scenarios. Then when they find out why they can tap on your belt too

Mmmmmmhh~~ you're all killing me with these tappy scenarios ~<333 How am I supposed to tickle all my ticklees to blushing giggly whimpering fuzzies when you do this to meee~!! The taps are sooo nefarious because I wouldn't notice some loving prankster has modified my footwear in such a way until I'm in a hallway with the right flooring to really set them off. I hear it immediately, but I am always reluctant to acknowledge the tinglies especially the ear tinglies. I always think I can shrug them off, that I can best them ~ this time. But oooh, everything ends the same way ~ the clacking, the metal tap, it finds its way in no matter how many mental blocks I throw up. The sounds are like a ball of feathers, combining forces with every step to grow larger and larger, rearing back and pushing their tickles into the walls I've set up until they start gliding right through the gaps one after another sailing into my mind to start fluttering with delight. Step, step, step. Tap, tap, tappa. I feel them breach inside, the aural tickles. My tummy is activated. My crop on my top is small today, framed by a comfy black sweater but visible enough to betray the bounces. That line of skin trembles and quakes. Tap tap tap. My lips seal, just barely stopping a squeaker at the gates. I go faster, always lured into the trap that if I move as quickly as possible to my destination it'll be less tickly. It's more tickly, my locomotion becomes frantic and unstable. I think of tossing my shoes but it would draw more attention from the already curious onlookers. I could run, I could dart into one of the random offices but I risk being tripped and trapped. I keep my steady pace, the blush blooms spread further down my neck, I feel the gentle burning of my skin on the collar, eased out further by the soft velvet of my dark top. My thighs are starting their sympathetic wiggles to my belly's helpless bounces ~ and though they remain covered under my bottoms, the gyrations are enough to send my hips twisting in my steps. Tappa tappa tappa~ that pinging, the metal on the floor. It's so much, so bad. My lips falter. The pent up gang of squeaking giggles celebrates their victory making me throw my head back slightly. The laughs expel triumphantly, for they have summoned a far worse foe. Tap tap t~ my stride stops, the glittery blushy feeling spread over my face and neck and collar magnifies tenfold.

I catch eyes with one of them, the boldest. They have a mark of supposed concern, but the thinly veiled smirk in the smile betrays intent. They sense the ticklishness in the air. Others move in for support, asking if I need help. I stammer, I try to find the words that will defuse this momentum. But it's too late, I wiggle and make a tap and giggle out. Someone catches me before I fall. Fingers are curiously moving over me, asking what's wrong. Comments are made that I might be ticklish, but what is tickling me? Then the worst evolution in the taunting happens ~ someone remarks about that cute belt. The shiny flower was waiting for her moment, such a perfect accessory that nets me the attention I love but at the most terrible price. I might have been able to shake this off, gather some strength and tell a tale about a joke I heard that just got me giggly, tell it to them and have them laugh and we all leave as friends who don't gang up and tickle Amy to madness. But, the one of the summoned villains who taps the belt first has long nails. The pinging sound is mostly inaudible to them, but the electric effect on my body is blatant. My back stiffens, my legs wiggle, I throw my head back. The first one is the worst. Well, actually the next ones are the worst. Because their curiosity, their want for more of those giggles summons a finger to every petal in record time. The one behind me supports me from falling ~ supposedly looking supportive but also gently holding my arms from blocking the taps. Remarks about giggle buttons, words about it being like a piano playing different notes in my voice as I squeak and gasp and giggle. There's no hope now. My feet kick uselessly and make more taps on the floor which puts me further into the hopeless tickles.

Everything clicks, their fingers on my accessory, the shoes on the floor, and their understanding of the situation as I watch each of their smiles transfigure from helpful to helping themselves to all my tickles. Hands squeeze at my knees to make me kick more and tap the floor to tickle my ears further. Fingers trace the outline of the belt to taunt, others start tapping my bellybutton as it bounces in endless protest to this forced workout which coerces its surface to flex and tighten and release repeatedly. I start to complain and stammer that they don't know what they're doing to me. I get tutted with a now now embarrassing retort, a wagging finger rebuking me as it wiggles back and forth, and sets course for my increasingly prominent princess part. The final act was always a possibility, but some glimmer deep inside my tummy had hoped I could duck out before the climax. Instead, I'm struggling in this loving gentle grip, fingers poke and stroke and massage my hottest aural tickle spots, force me to tap the floor, taunt my tummy and neck ~ and lastly, begin to tickle the outline of my arousal. The flower is bouncing with my hips now, my legs are on autopilot as I become overwhelmed with gaspy sensations. One of them is ridiculously adept at stimulating through the material of my pants, using a thumb and forefinger to tickle at my tip with tiny little pinches. Their face, the motion of their fingers, and just that tactic alone is too much. It puts me over the edge with ridiculous expediency. The taps continue as my giggle gasps become a million times more desperate and moany. I struggle madly requiring extra hands to hold me steady, to keep me from escaping the sensations. The cooing and sympathy rains down as a wet spot dews, putting my total loss of control on full display.

By now this spectacle has summoned countless onlookers, and summoned more assistance. A stretcher wheels up from the distance, a helpful medical team has arrived to give me the treatments I need in their vehicle. My new friends bid me well as I'm strapped to a padded surface and wheeled off, dizzy and giggling and gently moaning. Naturally, inside the vehicle is a new gang of masked friends, donning their medical gloves and preparing an endless line of tools to help me get over this fit of desperate ticklish giggles. My protests and wiggling with renewed strength is met with their tuning forks. With gentle strikes, the buzzing audio is held to my ear to still my words. Another is struck and applied to the flower. The buzzing metal on metal puts me into bouncing giggling shock. They restrained me for a reason. I'm giggling worse than before. Worse still, as more forks are pinged to life and taken to the taps in my shoes. It's like a legion of vibrating fingers are tickling my soles and under my toes. Though masked, I can see the smirks and smiles in their faces. A note taker hums nearby, their perkiness and scratching pen driving me further insane. Someone is typing on a keyboard. Someone is tapping on their phone taking pictures and sending them, the vibrations of the virtual keyboard twirling in my ears. I'm giggling in a dreamlike state now. The forks make another round. A buzzing tool is in my navel, it feels like a mascara wand but every soft spike is quaking with tickles. Another tool is on my princess part. It's all a blur now of procedure and taunting experimentation on my wiggling body.

[purplecraze]

Beauty and the Beast AU 31

As soon they got back to the hall Narancia sat on the floor and started to check the stuff they could use

purplecraze — 10/10/2021 11:56 PM

"I'll check the library for stuff." though it was a bit of an excuse to get away for a while.

orange-plane-boy — 10/10/2021 11:56 PM

"Roger that!"

purplecraze — 10/10/2021 11:59 PM

He took his sweet time to get back, seeming some calmer when he did, holding a few books, paper, and a ball of string he found.

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 12:01 AM

"Hii!" Meanwhile Nara seemed like he had some messy fun, he was painting some broken jars and bolts he found around, some golden paint on his cheeks too

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 12:06 AM

Fugo smiled endearingly at him, though there was also a layer of sadness behind it. "hey... I found some recipes for Christmas cookies and cake."

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 12:08 AM

"Oh nice! We could to them on chistmas eve!"

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 12:10 AM

He nodded a bit, taking some scissors and sat on the ground, cutting paper stars and birds to make garlands.

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 12:11 AM

Nara smiled and grabbed some twigs, using the rope to tie em and made a big star "Ta-da! The star on the top! I need to paint it gold tho!"

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 12:13 AM

oh, that looks good~ but how will you attach it to the top?"

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 12:13 AM

"Uh i dunno... More rope?"

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 12:15 AM

"mmm....." he curled some paper into a cone-like cilinder. "maybe we can attach it on top of this?"

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 12:17 AM

"Oh sounds good!"

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 12:19 AM

he nodded and handed it to him. "it's not the prettiest, but how's this?”

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 12:20 AM

"Those are so cute!" He squeaked "Kinda look like little doves!"

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 12:23 AM

fugo was kind of relieved that the boy didn't mention anything about them kissing and continued cutting more stars.

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 12:25 AM

Despite the distance, it was fun to make little crafts with the other, even if it was just cutting paper and making handmade decoration with jars and lids

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 12:28 AM

fugo got more relaxed over time, laying around on his stomach, his legs swaying in the air as he focused very concentrated on cutting little angels out of paper.

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 12:30 AM

How adorable! Stupid curse that dosent allow him to smooch his cute boyfriend!!!

"You are good at this" he smiled

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 12:31 AM

"you don't say..." he held up a particularly butched angel.

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 12:34 AM

"Pff, its still cute"

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 4:58 PM

"Not really..." he put the scissors down and looked at what Narancia made. "You're really inventive, I would've never thought of using any of those."

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 5:01 PM

"Really? I mean usually the tree decorations are made of glass and round, so i was thingking, well, jars are also made of glass, and they arent really round ok but  we can work with that" he laughed

"I mean as long you can tie it to the tree and its shiny it kinda works"

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 11:54 PM

"That's what inventive means, dear..." he spoke a tad patronizing (hoping to get away with a petname if he says it condescending enough)

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 11:56 PM

"Oh right" he giggled and keept going "To be fair is not that you could get the jars since they are in the wine cellar"

purplecraze — 10/11/2021 11:56 PM

"could too, I just can't stay there for too long." he pouted.

orange-plane-boy — 10/11/2021 11:59 PM

"Well, you didnt even thinked about the jars before i asked you if you had some" he poked his tongue out

purplecraze — 10/12/2021 12:00 AM

"and that's why I said you're inventive💢" he throws him some failed paper stars like a baptism of stupid.

orange-plane-boy — 10/12/2021 12:06 AM

He giggles again, some of the starts snuck in his hair and tosses back the others

"its not inventive asking for a jar to put freking jam, where i was suppose to put it?"

purplecraze — 10/12/2021 12:07 AM

"eat it all in one go." throwing some misshaped angels and birds too.

orange-plane-boy — 10/12/2021 12:08 AM

"Yummy, not so much for our stomach too" he then looks at the paper "You have to decorate the tree not me"

purplecraze — 10/12/2021 12:15 AM

Fugo chuckled. "Maybe. but I will have to wrap you up." oh no, here comes the pick up line. "You're the best gift I could have possibly gotten this year..."

orange-plane-boy — 10/12/2021 12:17 AM

"Ah-" Narancia cheeks got red and covered it wirh his hands "Uh...-" He murmred something "W-Well iuh, thanks-? I-Im really glad to be here too"

purplecraze — 10/12/2021 12:20 AM

"......" Fugo looked off, getting a tad embarrassed afterall. "hmn." he nodded.

orange-plane-boy — 10/12/2021 12:21 AM

"A-Anyway!" He standed up "Time to decorate this badboy!"

purplecraze — 10/12/2021 12:31 AM

"ah, yeah." Fugo got up too. "I can lend an invisible hand, but it lacks in precision. "

orange-plane-boy — 10/12/2021 12:32 AM

"Its ok i can fix the stuff" he smiled "Just start to pass me everything, we will start with the paper decoration and then the jar, and of course the star is the last one!"

purplecraze — 10/12/2021 12:39 AM

he nodded in silence and handed one of the paper garlands, being careful to not accidentally end up touching him.

orange-plane-boy — 10/12/2021 12:40 AM

Narancia started to warp the garlands bottom to the top, he wasnt super precise but you could see he was trying to make a good job

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 10:02 PM

Slowly, the tree started to look more festive.

Fugo sighed in slight awe, it’s been a while since he’s done anything like this…

“Nights around Christmas are the longest of the year, is what people originally celebrated. They gave a party in honor of the god of the sun, so he may return the sunlight to them again… daytimes will be longer again from here on, so it’s a relieve..”

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 10:06 PM

"It means more time together!"

Narancia smiled as he looked at the tree, it sure didnt looked fancy, but it feelt coozy, familiar and warm.

"Its been a while since i looked foward for something that is not just being able to waking up next day"

He murmured, was he talking about chirstmas or the dome?

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 10:15 PM

"hmn." fugo sat on the ground and hugged his knees, staring at the tree. "shame we met in winter, though... we don't have a lot of time together right now..."

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 10:21 PM

"Mh..."

He sat at some meter from him

"True but spring will come fast...we just need to have some patience"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 10:25 PM

"......" Fugo plucked at his fingernails, avoiding to look at the other. "ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ⁻.. ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵖˡᵃⁿⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ⁻... ʷᶦˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ⁻⁻...." he muttered to himself, trying to find the right words.

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 10:29 PM

"...Panna i aready told you, im not gonna leave" he said looking at him

"I like here, and i like you, despite everything that happends at night"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 10:31 PM

"!" his cheek colored red, as if caught red handed. "uh- n-no no, that's not--"

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 10:32 PM

"Then what you wanted to say?" He smiled teasing a bit

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 10:38 PM

"...." he looked off, not answering the smile. "you were... planning to go on some search, right? ...when do you think you'll go and do that?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 10:40 PM

"Uh...well yeah i wanted to find a cure for you curse...But nh...the other day you said to not do it" He sighed

"I also dont want to leave you alone"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 10:42 PM

"...." he hid his face in his knees. "I'm-....conflicted.."

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 10:47 PM

"..." he sighed "mh...Ok what if i found a cure. Lets skip the whole epic quest and jumps aready at the cure, what would you like to do? We could bag some money and travel the country, that would be nice"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 10:54 PM

"that's a-... bit premature.... I haven't even thought of it yet.

I just..." he took a breath.

".....I want to stay with you. cure or not..

But-.. it's got a lot of risks for you. not just touching you by accident. there's no telling if the mist will be toxic for you over time....

And not just that, you won't be seeing any other person but me. I out of everyone know how that can drive you mad.

And yet I want to keep you for myself... does-.... does that mean I don't care what happens to you? Isn't that selfish?"

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 10:59 PM

He layed down, arms behind his head, looking at the celling.

"It is? We both have been alone for a whole lot, and at least i was able to see other people and places. You wolunt call selfish someone for drinking water after being in the desert mh?"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 11:04 PM

Fugo stared at him laying there. oh, how he had to fight the impulse to pin him down and not care about the consequences...

he shook his head, trying to not think of it.

"I would, if it would mean the death of my closest friend."

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 11:11 PM

Closest friend whom you kissed on the mouth, Panna

"I will find a cure then, so you will not have to worry about hurting me anymore"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 11:14 PM

Fugo leaned on his wrist and sighed. "But I don't want to let you go." he said with the reluctance that could mean anything between 'I'll be grumpy when you leave' or 'imprisoning you in the dungeon is a realistic option.'

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 11:16 PM

Yeah being alone for 3 years gived him brain rot

"Nh...what if i come back before the full moon? I could look around if i find something and then get back"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 11:21 PM

"don't want to." he repeated, almost a bit spoiled.

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 11:22 PM

"Then what do you want? You dont want me to go and then say that being here its dangerous for me"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 11:23 PM

"that's why I said: I'm conflicted💢"

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 11:24 PM

"Well make up your mind!" He sighed

"I cant help you if you want"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 11:27 PM

"I'm not so kind that it's easy for me to pick someone else's needs above my own or something!💢

I know what's the right choice! but I don't want it and I can't do it!" he got up.

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 11:30 PM

"Ok ok" he rolled his eyes again "Well then,  i have no idea what to do too"

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 11:31 PM

"......" he bit his lip and turned off, leaving in a hurried pace.

orange-plane-boy — 11/02/2021 11:35 PM

"Ugh..." they were having fun not even 10 minutes ago...

He glanced at the tree again and then roamed around a bit, its not that he had a lot of option, or his bedroom or the dome, he decided the latter, since the greenery made him feel a bit better

purplecraze — 11/02/2021 11:36 PM

your boyfriend is a mess, you signed up for this baby.

#purplecraze #orange plane boy #fugo replies #beauty and the beast AU

[gayhawkelatehomicide]

Alike In Sorrow

Finished the first section of a bigger thing I'm working on so I'm throwing it out here for a vibe check ig

***

Words: 603

Rating: T for Kiera's mouth and discussions of past character death

Other tags: major character death, not in this snipped but in the past, this is sad y'all, questionable coping mechanisms, Cole therapy, my obsession with the canticle of trials

***

Title is from the Chant of Light, Trials 1:8

“You have grieved as I have.

You, who made worlds out of nothing.

We are alike in sorrow, sculptor and clay,

Comforting each other in our art.”

***

     "Rush of rage, blinding, but it's not real. It's just sadness wearing a mask. Didn't even bring her body back, nothing to burn, buried beneath silent stone. She doesn't mind. She knows you tried."

Or: Hawke meets Varric's newest project.

     "Scratching, clawing, catching, crushing. Left her there, in the deep dark and damp. Mother's eyes when I told her. I tried, I tried, I tried." 

     Hawke just about jumps out of her skin at the sudden voice, and she's on her feet with her sword between herself and the intruder in her quarters before she has time to process his words. That weird spirit kid Varric's sort of adopted is perched in the casement of her open window, despite the fact that her room is in the top of one of Skyhold's many towers. 

     "What are you doing in here?" She demands, lips thinning into a displeased frown. There's climbing into her window, which might be forgiven because the kid is Varric's, but bringing up her sister is a quick way to get on Hawke's bad side. 

     "You think very loudly," he answers, head ducked to hide his eyes and most of his face under the brim of his ridiculous hat. "The hurt is heavy, hidden but held. Guilt and grief, the Gray could've saved her. But it didn't matter. There was nothing you could've done for Bethany." 

     Hawke grits her teeth, resisting the urge to swat him off the window. She reminds herself how much Varric apparently likes this kid, and how unflattering his stories would get if she were to hurt him. She gets her temper under control. It's harder than it used to be, before the chantry. Hawke sits down in her chair and puts her sword back across her knees, picking up the cleaning cloth from the floor. She returns to the soothing, repetitive process of working oil over the blade. 

     Her voice is controlled, when she speaks. "When I want someone poking around in my head, you'll be the first to know. In the meantime, get lost, would you?" 

     "Rush of rage, blinding, but it's not real. It's just sadness wearing a mask. Didn't even bring her body back, nothing to burn, buried beneath silent stone. She doesn't mind. She knows you tried."

     Hawke's head snaps up, furious and ready to put up with whatever retaliation if it means she doesn't have to listen to this anymore, but the window is empty. She can't remember exactly why she's so mad, but it's still there, vitriolic and seething. Maker, why am I so angry? She shakes her head at herself. 

     There's a piece of paper weighed down with a shiny rock on the windowsill. She has no idea who put it there, but curiosity—and, she'll admit privately, her fondness for shiny things—has her hauling herself out of the chair to go investigate. The rock gleams when the sun hits it, some kind of crystal polished just enough to catch the light. The paper bears a sketch, shaky but recognizable, of a young Leandra Amell. It resembles the portrait Hawke gave Bethany, after they cleared the slavers out of their family home. She stares at it for a long moment, unsure what she's feeling. 

     A drop of water lands on the page. Hawke watches it sink into the paper. Three more join it before she realizes she's crying. Her hand clenches closed, crumpling the paper and the incriminating tears. She scrubs the back of her hand hastily across her cheeks, tosses the rock onto her bedside table, then hurls the balled up paper out the window. Watches the wind catch it, and carry it over the battlements. She hefts her sword onto her shoulders and heads downstairs to find something to hit, something to do with the fury churning in her gut.

     It's just anger. That's all she has anymore.

#dragon age #da2 #dai #my writing #kiera hawke #hawke at skyhold #pre-adamant but the mood is still there yanno #trauma #your friendly neighborhood therapy spirit doing his best #major character death #not in this snippet but in the past #this is sad y'all #questionable coping mechanisms #Cole therapy #my obsession with the canticle of trials #sad bastard warrior hawke

[olde-scratch]

tumblr killed the quality. crying.

had a dream last night and awoke feeling completely changed. so, like the reasonable writer i am, i decided to draw it. my wrist hurts now. i did also write it, though. in the read more.

i only slept for about three hours last night (went to bed at 3, woke up at 6:30, finished drawing at 9) so sorry if it's bad. also im not an artist. writing is very much my strongsuit out of the two. but here we go.

the dream started with a cold open of a long video featuring someone traveling down some sort of a rainbow tunnel, unable to move as theyre dragged down by gravity in the tight tunnel. i don't know what was at the end, but i remember there being an end

the next scene introduced me to some sort of clearing with a large, rectangular hole, a small house with no floor (all very minecraft-esque, though how it looks in my mind now might be a product of me trying to figure out how it looked when i woke up), and for some goddamn reason ethan from crankgameplays. i won't be calling him ethan because you'll find out.

we both ended up stripping to our underwear, with him opting to change half-hidden in the doorway of the shack. i don't remember what we talked about, but it was pretty lighthearted. my socks were bloody when i took them off. not like i had stepped in blood, but like they had been laying there and i had bled onto them, with some collecting in a small pool and the rest crackling out in a lighter, fresher red. it was shiny, like it was fresh, but i was not injured. and if i was, that wasn't how blood worked.

he climbed into the hole, which was mostly just a slope of stone downwards. There was a sort of disgusting, yellow sludge "pit" (a shelf of the rock that sloped to capture the slime) that reached about his sternum when he crawled in. I think I did, too, at some point, but I must have gotten out at some point. I think it came up to about my collarbone?

I remember spying these two jars, thin and perhaps a bit bigger than my forearm, girth-wise. Height-wise, they were maybe 6 inches? They were covered in the slimy, semitransparent, yellow sludge and filled with I don't even know what. I remember seeing balls about the size of marbles, though they were also the same color as the sludge, though opaque like the rest of the contents.

I remember asking him what they were for, and he explained to me that every time he had gone down the hole, he had heaved into the jars and sealed them. He opened the one with the not-marbles and rated it a 9/10 or something? Disgusting. I'm so sorry, Ethan.

I ended up filling a jar at his insistence. It was weird, because it didn't feel like it was involuntary, but it wasn't like I had made myself throw up, either. It felt like I was being guided. Or maybe that's how I justified the feeling of throwing up in a dream to myself.

"Are you sure this is real?" I asked him, crouched by the hole, looking down at him from across the yellow sludge.

He looked me in the eye as he replied, "One hundred percent, dude."

Then I was climbing into the hole. It had changed to a small, circular hole at some point, but that part doesn't matter.

The inside of the hole was some sort of blue origami tunnel, set up so that when weight was placed on them, they would give way slowly. I began to slide down slowly, first with my eyes closed, then looking down, then looking around.

Wait, I thought. That video was so long. I don't have anything to do. I'll be bored.

I debated, briefly, continuing down anyways.

I put my arms out.

And I crawled back out.

With my legs dangling over the edge, I looked down into the hole.

He was still going down.

And then I woke up.

#dreams #it all seems a bit silly to me now but i woke up a changed man #dont ask how i didnt drop down onto him when the origami started carrying me down #same reason the hole changed shape idk

[branmac9]

Chapter one: The Derelict

The Generic female voice of the Three of Diamonds announces “ coming up on the coordinates- object detected”, “ we have a visual”. Weird it’s a shiny new corporate ship with no apparent damage. It should have a distress beacon, something’s not right here. Is this some kind of trap? How did Yusuf know it was here? Finotive Dynamics? never heard of them. Krux Phebo has a bad feeling about this one. Go in find the engine room, find the plasma servo, and get the hell out of here is the plan.

Out in the darks of space again with only the combat bot TR-5 for company. Krux try’s the good old DBI-29 hatch jaws to open the door. (75% chance the jaws work). No luck Krux nearly blows a hydraulic line, this door won’t budge. Experience tells this experienced but young scavenger where to cut into the hull, and what wires to cross. Jackpot! Double success the outer door to the airlock opens.

Krux is still feeling a bit apprehensive about this job. Something is definitely not right with this whole situation. Krux asks TR-5 “ what are the chances of this shiny new ship being out here adrift with no beacon?” TR-5 responds “ probability extremely low, less than 2%”. “ TR what’s the likelihood this is a trap?” TR-5 responds “ very high, at least 75%”. Well that’s just great. Damn…

Krux turns his mag boots on. No problem getting the outer door shut. The inner door opens with ease as well. 50/50 chance for atmosphere. Krux enters the first area, hmm there’s still atmosphere in here. He looks around the room. All of the surfaces are charred and a destroyed a utility bot lays in pieces scattered around the room. The main door appears to be melted shut, maybe plasma? A hatch in the floor opens though, with a spiral staircase going down.

As Krux starts to go down the tight stairs an alarm sounds. A very loud alarm, low light emergency lights kick on as well. Krux clutches at his chest, his all to human heart. God Dammit! That scared the shit out of me! “This just keeps getting more weirder TR”. TR responds “ the likelihood of something bad happening is very high, I have set my scanners on possible hostile encounter”.

A quick scan of the low light area reveals what looks to be a landing bay with two shuttles that appear to be damaged from whatever happened here. Broken equipment lays about. Looks like that would include about the last 8ft of the circular staircase all rolled up into a ball of metal. Krux try’s to make the jump. And it’s a big miss. Krux catches a piece of the broken staircase tearing a hole in his spacesuit and cutting his flesh leg very badly. Equipment lays tossed around the room and some peculiar scorch marks line the walls. They appear to be the outlines of humans possibly in distress. As he hits the ground his presence seems to activate a a shiny featureless black sphere it rises about three feet in the air and shiny green tendrils of light start to swirl in a circle around the sphere “oh shit…”

Krux takes a few minutes to think. This object could be his retirement or his demise. After a bit of thought you only live once so here goes. He reaches out with his mechanical arm thinking that’s his best bet. And roll on the anomaly effect table) ( roll twice on the table, lol) The green tendrils go crazy for a bit before forming a perfect circle. A red planet is visible through the circle, like looking at a screen into another world. Then suddenly a large purplished hewed tentacle starts to come through the circle, then several more. Krux watches enthralled as the object the size of a vehicle with a giant sucker of a mouth appears to be squeezing through a 3ft by 3ft hole. Then Krux snaps out of the trance and runs for the corridor, unfortunately leaving a trail of blood from his wounded leg for the monstrosity to follow.

Krux stashes the sphere in his pack. He just needs to find a place to bind up his wounded leg and throw a patch on his suit so he can get off this hell hole of a ship. He finds the first door available, with a buzz it slides open to total darkness. Krux steps in he feels a glob of something fall on his helmet. The lights emergency lights flicker several times before turning on. The reddish brown glob of gore sliding down his helmet glass is very visible now. It appears to have been a food production are at one time anyway. The shelf’s of algae are all brown now spilling out of containment mixing with the gore spattered around the room. Body parts have been torn to pieces forming bizarre patterns on the walls, floor, and ceiling. The entire room is covered in a strange unknown script, written in the blood of the victims. The heads all lay in a circle, in expressions of horror the eyes all appear to be missing as well. “ good god TR what happened here? No reason to step one foot in this room. Krux hears the creaking of the ships hull, the south wall of the room starts to buckle. It appears the monstrosity is becoming to large for landing Bay Area. The hull is most likely going to give at some point…