I need him to be fucked on stage

WIP: Meeting new people

One of the complexities of Lightsabers Are Always Loaded is that Mara has a lot of people to meet over the 18 months or so covered by the story. Here she meets Iella Wessiri at a tough moment for both of them. 

“You understand why I am suspicious of your sudden appearance at the bridge.” Wessiri declared, no question in her tone.

I agreed that I understood but I offered no elaboration. What was I going to say after all? I was following a funny feeling in my stomach that there was somewhere I should be? That would go over well with an intelligence officer - which is what I was pretty sure she was.  This was the person outside of the fringe Mirax had mentioned needing to meet. That she’d been on the bridge and knew where Mirax was staying meant she was more than just a distant business connection.

“I get that you don’t trust me, but Booster does, and you’re about to fall over.” I pointed out.

“Mara’s okay, Iella,” Mirax broke in in a ragged whisper, voice thick with unshed tears, “She’s Luke Skywalker approved.”

Wessiri stepped back and contemplated me again for a moment.

“Luke Skywalker’s judgement calls might be the primary cause of all digestive issues faced by the NRI.” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Karrde could probably get them a good deal on antacids.” I replied, doing a terrible job hiding the smile that threatened at her concise evaluation of Skywalker.

“Talon Karrde too, I see.” she mumbled nodding, “I’ll tell Cracken.”

Maybe captain Bleck should summon another cracken so it can eat the plushies

GOOD IDEA -CB

*he flew into his area and back out to the deck with his magic coral staff whispering something to himself and BOOM a kraken comes out the water and most of the crew starts throwing the plushies (and anons) into the kraken the ship starting to stop tipping finally*

Sergeant Bucky being that one Annoyingly Perfect guy in the regiment everyone wants to hate because he’s so sickeningly Good at everything and after Steve arrives it’s just like adding insult to injury ’-oh, oh AND his best friend’s captain america?? UGH I hate that guy!!’

Accidental Hand Holding

Chapter 2 of - What’s your story?

Read on ao3

It all happened during a meeting almost the whole rebellion attended.

They were aboard one of the cruisers that had been serving as a temporal “base” for the Rebel Alliance ever since the evacuation of Yavin IV.

Back then, it was absolute chaos.

As organized as the evacuation had been no one knew what would happen next. Everyone had followed orders boarding their assigned cruisers, reporting to their commanding officer, and standing still in case of a quick deployment. But that was it. There wasn’t a plan for what would happen next. No place to go next.

Seeing the chaotic estate of what was left of the Rebellion, the higher ups decided to do something about it.

The obligatory meeting started as soon as the public announcement was made. It was held in the main cruiser but transmitted via hologram to the other ships, making it available for everyone to see.

And after two hours into the meeting, Cassian was finally seeing an end to it.

By now, all important matters had been arranged; everything from stationary bases to flight squads distribution. Lastly, General Cracken was explaining the very boring topic of room assignment aboard each cruiser.

At this point almost everybody wasn’t paying attention anymore. After two long hours only a few could really stay focused through that much, him included. People had started gossiping in the back roads, some fell asleep, and some others were still awake but most likely daydreaming they were out of there.

He had managed to pay attention this far thankfully to his training, and even with it, thoughts of just doing something more productive had started roaming his mind. He was sure he would have made it through the whole thing if Jyn hadn’t been distracting him.

When she had finally started focusing her attention on something else; he wasn’t surprised. Amazingly, she had lasted all this time focused on the meeting too. He knew she wasn’t one to stay still just listening for that long.

They had been sitting so close together, shoulder bumping against shoulder in the overcrowded place, that apparently her first distraction had been playing with the first thing she found: his left hand.

One would think that being able to focus through battlefields and other stressing situations was enough experience to focus when someone was simply holding your hand. And being totally honest Cassian knew this was just distracting because it was Jyn who was doing it.

Somehow, she always had this kind of effect on him. No matter how small the touch, it was enough to distract him. She tended to slip through his defenses getting his undivided attention without her openly trying to so, and this far he couldn’t seem to do anything about it.

So, when she pulled his arm over to her lap to have better access to his hand, he didn’t put any resistance.

Instead of listening to whatever General Cracken was saying he watched as she started to examine his hand. First, she used her fingers to trace all the lines of his palm; then, she ran them alongside the two small scars near his thumb turning to face him with a questioning glare.

Right, she didn’t know the story of those

“It happened when I reprogrammed Kay, kind of” he whispered. Knowing she could get the rest of the story later she only replied with an acknowledging nod and a smile that might have left him staring for more than just a few seconds.

She continued with the inspection of his hand, now paying special attention to each finger, using her whole hand to maneuver them the way she wanted, either flexing or extending them.

At one point she ended interviewing their fingers making it easier to manipulate his whole arm for her amusement.

Cassian had been so engrossed in Jyn playing with his hand that his attention only returned to the meeting when the front rows started to stand up, indicating the meeting was finally over. Thanks to the Force. He and Jyn also stood up following the rest of the people out the room into one of the ship's main hallways.

“Hey, I told Bodhi I would see him in the mess hall, you comin’?”

“Yeah, sure” now that he thought of it, he could really use some caff.

As they made their way to the mess hall with Jyn telling him the story of how she practically saved her whole pathfinders squad on their last mission, he started to notice the strange looks they got from practically everyone they passed by.

Sure, they hadn’t made their relationship openly official, just their friends knew, but according to Baze everyone in the whole rebellion knew they were crazy for each other, and normally even before technically dating they tended to spend most of their time together, so seeing them together shouldn’t be that attention catching.

He ignored the stares the rest of the way, convinced he was overreacting. He knew sometimes people just liked to gossip, and maybe after 2 hours of a really tiresome meeting they were eager for anything to gossip about.

When they reached the mess hall Bodhi was already there sitting at their usual table.

“How did you arrive here so fast?” Jyn asked as they sat in the opposite side of the table

“I arrived late at the meeting, had to stand through all of it.” He explained not looking particularly happy about it “But at least I managed to sneak out earlier”

To Cassian’s surprise, Bodhi was giving them the exact same look they had been getting from everyone in the hallways. This time Jyn didn’t miss it, and immediately questioned their friend.

“What?”

“Oh. Nothing”

“C’mon Bodhi. You aren’t a really good liar” even though she tended to go easier on Bodhi, he was still smart enough to no push his luck

“It’s just that you two look so cute together. Holding hands and all” and oh, that’s why they were getting so many glances.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jyn blush, but she didn’t make any move to let go of his hand. Apparently, they had forgotten the fact that they were still holding hands. It slightly amazed him how she first got his whole attention and then just became such a familiar touch that he completely forgot about it.

Leaving no time for Jyn to answer in what would most likely be an angry/menacing retort, he stood up thinking for a way to change the subject into something less awkward “I’m going to get some caff. Why don’t you tell Bodhi the story you were telling me of your last mission?”

“Who did you hit this time?” Thankfully Bodhi played along

“No one that didn’t deserve it” seeing they were still hand holding, she used it to her advantage pulling his arm just a bit towards her getting his attention back “Can you get me some caff too?”

“Sure” he gave her hand a small squeeze -that hopefully worked as a reassurance of some kind- before letting go, and turning around to head for the much-needed caff.

PREFERENCE #19 - SEDUCTION

(Sooooo....I’ve been getting a lot of smut requests and decided I wanted to give it a whirl. It’s a little out of my comfort zone, but I wanted to at least give it a try for you beautiful people)

Vince: “So, tell me again why you’re upset.” He purred against your skin, his nose tracing a line from your belly button to your naval. “Because of what you said in front of the boys,” You muttered, avoiding eye contact as you kept your eyes fixed on the TV. “And what exactly did I say that made you so upset?” He inquired, his fingers curling around the waistband of your panties, giving them an experimental yank. When you showed him no attention, he smirked knowing that soon you would be puddey in his hands. When had you ever been someone to tell him to stop? Even you couldn’t deny how good Vince made you feel. “You told them innapropriate things about what we do behind closed doors.” The words you uttered came out in a breathless sigh as he pulled your panties completely off, slowly parting your legs, his breath hot against your now exposed pussy. You could feel you temperature rising, your heart beating like a helicopter in flight. God, you needed him, but you needed to remain strong more. “And why did that bother you?” Vince asked inquistively, the tip of his nose pressed against your throbbing clit, his lips pressing gently against your exposed heat. Your toes curled at this, but you remained strong. For how long, however, was the question. This was only a level one for Vince afterall. “Because it’s none of their business.” You mumbled, gripping the edge of the couch tightly as you closed your eyes. Vince had began to take slow, deliberate licks at your clit, turning it up a notch. It was taking everything in you not to make a noise. How was this son of a bitch so damn controlled? It was like he knew exactly what to do to make you lose all your inhibitions; the man had mastered the art in knowing you inside and out. “Well, hopefully you let me make it up to you. Afterall, I can’t control what I say when I speak of you. You’re just so fucking hot, Y/N. God, if only you knew how much I really worshiped the fuck out of you.” He whispered against you, his breath shaky as he looked up at you through his hooded eyes. You could have nearly lost it right then and there seeing as you were already nearly on the brink of saying ‘fuck it’ anyways. Why was he so good? “I can make it up to you, you know?” Vince bit his lip, his black eyes pleading. “That is if you let me. Will you please let me pretty girl?” Was it the way he sounded so desperate? So sumbmissive to please you? Or was it the way his breath blew hot against your pussy making you shiver with each syllable? Knowing that with one simple ‘yes’ Vince would unleash the cracken you let out a small groan throwing your elbow over your face. “Please make it up to me.” Grinning up at you, Vince would dive right into your pussy wordlessly telling you that that’s all he needed to hear to make up his mind.

Nikki: “Nikki, please...” It took a lot to make you plead. It took a lot to make you buckle into submission, but Nikki brought the worst out in you. Furthermore, all he had to do was look at you; look at you with that fucking face of his and you were his. Perhaps you were sex crazed, perhaps you were just a horny person. Though you had never felt this crazy before which made you believe that maybe it was just your boyfriend being your kryptonite. “What is it?” He whispered, his fingertips soft as satin as they brushed down the sides of your body strategically slow. You shivered. “Please, Nikki, do something.” You begged, clenching your eyes close when his hand trailed to your ass squeezing it ever so slightly. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He growled in your ear, biting down on your neck surely leaving a bruise for the next day. Nikki liked that after all; he liked letting everyone know you were his and his only. “Yes.” You gasped when Nikki slammed his hand by your head, his eyes dark. “Say it.” His words would be menacingly sharp, his intentions undoubtedly clear. How could you not when he was looking at you with those eyes? “I want you to fuck me, Nikki.” The conviction in your own eyes would nearly send him over the edge as he took in your desperation. Where he was the one seducing you, he couldn’t help but to be mesmerized by your words. How had he gotten so fucking lucky? He couldn’t wait to make you feel good. “Good girl.” He mused as his hands were suddenly in your pants, his index finger stroking your throbbing clit roughly. You let out a loud yelp, your arms snaking around Nikki’s neck as he rubbed your sensitive knob. You could feel your legs on the verge of betraying you, growing weak with each passing second. He had only just touched you and you were already on the verge of cumming? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. Even Nikki could sense just how embarrassingly close you were as he thrusted a finger into your core, his digits knowing exactly where to go to bring you closer to the edge. Nikki loved to push you to your limits, he loved to keep you on your toes when he had you in such a willing position. For him, there was nothing hotter. “Nikki, no, I’m not ready. Nikki, please.” You would plead letting out a cry as he sped up his pace, your walls beginning to tighten around him, the brink of your orgasm beginning to consume you. You were just about to release when suddenly he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean and turning his back on you. “Of course not, love. This is only the beginning.”

Mick: Mick didn’t like to mess around. He didn’t like to tease you, he didn’t like to edge you, he didn’t even particularly like to make you wait for anything if what you wanted was for him to pleasure you. Furthermore, you were his one and only. You deserved to be worshipped, you deserved to be pleasured, you deserved everything you could have ever wanted through his action. Which is why the moment he saw that look in your eye, the man was instantly undressing you as quickly as he possibly could. “M-Mick.” You would gasp as he sucked against your nipples, his calloused fingers gingerly pumping in and out of you. “Mick, slow down.” You would plead, the pressure inside your core twisting inside you far too quickly. You knew you were Mick’s queen and that whatever you want you received, but sometimes you wished that the man would take his time with you and make you ooze with desperation. Sometimes, you didn’t want to get to the party so quickly; you wanted to bask in the pleasure and stretch the whole thing out so you could enjoy it for longer. “You don’t want me to make you...?” Mick would inquire, raising his head to stare at you through his incredibly long lashes. “Not yet, baby. Not yet. Slow it down make me feel,” You would explain, guiding his fingers to your clit and rubbing them slowly against it with difficulty choking back your moans. “That’s what you want, hm?” Mick would grumble, slightly offended by your orders. Did you think that he didn’t know how to tease? Did you think he needed help seducing his own girlfriend? Boy, were you in for a rude awakening. Dropping to his knees, he would yank down your skirt and your panties in one swift motion. “Stand still.” Mick would snap, grabbing onto your legs roughly with his large palms, causing your quivering legs to come to a complete halt; he loved having this sort of instantaneous effect on you for him, there was nothing hotter. Licking up from just above your knee, to your inner thigh, to finally your sweet, pulsating clit, Mick would use the pressure of a moths wing to tease you, loving the way you sucked in a sharp inhale. You liked that did you? Kissing against your clit painstakingly slow, Mick would chuckle as your knees buckled ever so slightly, his hands being the only thing keeping you from completely collapsing. After about five minutes or so, you would whine, your frustration growing unfathomable. “Mick, do something.” You would beg, your eyes locking with Mick’s that were now tinted with humor and amusement. “You need to make up your mind little lady because right now you want me to take it slow, remember?” It was then you realized your mistakes: you had awoken Mick’s inner monster that fancied teasing more than life itself.

Tommy: Let’s face the facts: Tommy is like a kid in a candy store. So many options, so many places to go for, so many sweet temptations that he simply can’t ignore. He wants everything at once, greedy never being enough to describe him. Starting with rough bruises on your neck and your collarbones, to soft suckles upon your perfectly rounded breasts, to rough open mouth kisses down every inch of your body, to finally having his head clamped between your spread legs, your hands tangling tightly in his unruly locks, he would get an adrenaline high faster than any drug or liquor. Where every part of you was so incredibly sweet to him, however, Tommy enjoyed eating you out more than anything. Quite honestly, he didn’t give a rats ass what you liked either, simply because he couldn’t resist himself from doing it. To be fair, it wasn’t exactly seduction seeing as it was so straightforward, but nothing about Tommy was controlled and concise. That’s what made him such an amazing lover after all, his ability to keep you on your toes at all times. And honestly even though the poor guy struggled with seduction to get you going, he was a mastermind at edging you. He would get your toes curling, your heart racing, your moans loud and impulsive and then he would pull away from you to take a drag of his cigarette and a chug of his vodka. “C’mon, Tommy.” You would cry out as he took a drag of his cigarette, his goofy, lopsided smile making your heart hammer against your ribs. How could someone so innocent looking be such a fucking tease? You had never imagined in a million years someone would bring you to brink of insanity the way Tommy did. It was unfathomable. “What was that love? Oh! That’s right you wanted me to finish you off, my apologies.” Flicking out his cigarette and wiping away his mouth, he would position himself between your legs painstakingly slow, his hot breath causing you to shiver. His lips would barely be pressed against your needing clit when he would suddenly withdraw himself, letting out a hearty sigh. “That cigarette made me a little parched, I must admit. I think I need a drink now.” Your frustrated screams would make him giggle, and honestly, he would’ve felt a little guilty if you weren’t so fucking hot. Unfortunately, he had you right where he wanted you: on the cusp of losing your sanity.

prince, athena, forest, guilt and dialogue #4 (thank you in advance I love your prompt fills)

Buck rolled his eyes again. The crown on his head glinted brightly in the sunlight. His horse, Artemis, was tired from the long journey from the southern palace and the harsh terrain of Brie Forest was not ideal for the poor creature. Athena was barking orders at her men, his trusted royal guards. They were all exhausted from the long journey. Buck sighed wiping the sweat from his brow. He could not wait to get home in order to take a hot bath. He was thinking of just that when an arrow flew out of the woods and knocked the crown straight off his head and into a tree. He blinked and Athena shouted orders to her men but before they could even move they were surrounded. Thieves...Great.

“Do as we say and no one gets hurt.” The man in the front of the group growled out. His face was half covered by a bandanna but Buck could make out his deep brown eyes.

“You will hang for this!” Athena growled out and Buck rolled his eyes at his general.

“No one is hanging for anything!” Buck said with exasperation. 

���Your valuables, throw them over.” The man said and Buck sighed. 

“Thieves...” Buck mumbled as he got off his horse to start taking off his rings. 

“We aren’t thieves. We are just really good at acquiring things that aren’t ours.” The man said and Buck would bet all his jewels that the man was smirking under his bandanna. 

Buck scoffed but threw his rings over at the feet of the man. He saw him bend down and pocket them before looking back at him expectantly. 

“What?” Buck asked with annoyance and the man raised an eyebrow as the rest of his crew dealt with his guards. 

“Do you really expect me to believe that the prince of Sailoria only has a few rings on his person?” The man asked and Buck frowned. 

“That’s all I have.” Buck muttered...he wasn’t one for jewelery. 

He saw the man approach him with a dagger in hand. Buck tensed but remained tall and unflinching. He felt the man start to pat him down.

 “At least buy me a drink first.” Buck snorted at him and he saw the man look at him with slight amusement. 

“The last prince, I robbed cried like a child.” The man said looking at Buck with dark eyes and Buck was slightly captivated by them. 

“Being manhandled by a handsome stranger...there are worst things.” Buck whispered lowly and the man gripped his thigh roughly. 

“Keep talking and I might just have to hold you for ransom.” The man said as he took Buck’s wrist cuffs. 

Buck smirked at him. “The Flying Cracken...Tomorrow...after sunset.” Buck whispered into the man’s ear. 

The man stared at him in slight awe before taking a step back. He ordered his men away. Buck watched them leave with a small smile. Athena had fussed over him to whole way back to the castle. The next day, Buck was waiting in the Flying Cracken tavern nervously. The chances of him coming were zero to none but Buck had to try. He was wearing a hood and kept his head down hoping no one but the thief would recognize him. He felt a shoulder brush his own and turned to see the man from the forest. He was even more gorgeous without the bandanna. Buck smirked at him while the man looked slightly guilty. 

“Hope you didn’t get into too much trouble with the king.” The man whispered and Buck snorted. 

“Not as much trouble as I’m planning on getting into with you.” Buck said before grabbing the man’s hand and leading him up the stairs to the private room he rented. 

“Why do I get the feeling you are going to be the death of me.” The man breathed against the back of Buck’s neck as he wrap an arm around Buck’s waist pulling him close. 

Buck smirked. 

On Vs off

Guys…very important question. Thinking ahhhh making custom Haiden perfume. Any suggestions for scents for them?

I’m thinking:

Aiden: rainy/woody notes, with something akin to blood? Smoke? I know he stinks canonically (lol) but we’ll come up with something nice smelling

His key words are: blood, wilderness, possibly cold and musky smelling

Hakon: floral note, possibly lavender? Because of how prevalent these are in Villedor. French vanilla? Something representing the Nightrunners for sure.

His key words are: romantic, betrayal, possibly antique and mysterious smelling

Hakon plushie…If you even care

Starting a lot of projects-

⭐️Crane Funkopop (painted, complete)

⭐️Haiden plushie (sent for production)

⭐️Haiden pillow charm (sent for production)

⭐️Hakon ass mousepad (sketch)

⭐️DL standee pack (sent for production)

⭐️Aiden figurine (need to model it)

And my various au

Wish me luck!!!

Everybody is talking about evil/renegade Aiden. But what about renegade Mia. A monster just as fierce as her brother, she-renegade with animalistic traits of a wolf. Tortured by disease and filled with justified rage, she fights and kills alongside her beloved feral brother🖤🖤🖤

Guess the character (very very hard)

Hakon kitty 3d render for @xyreferyxbeazt hehehe

*grabbie hands* gimme the greek myth au, who’s who in the pantheon???👀👀

Hiiiiiiiiii I’m glad you asked!!!

I think I touched on this silly topic a while ago with you and it’s brief for now but really you can add to it!!!

So far we got:

Aiden/Hermes: this one is simple this boy runs fast and he’s such an icon, he’d be running around doing errands and being a little agent of chaos. And guess what? His other job is sending human spirits to Hades and spoiler! That’s his old man. Yes I’m shoving my Aiden Waltz bio son agenda here too.

Hakon/Aphrodite: because of course. He’s got four wives and no one fits his title better. Also imagine him wearing something like this. With luscious braided hair and the pretties eyes able to make anyone weak for him.

Lawan/Artemis: need I explain further with her and her stupid crossbow?

Waltz/Hades: let’s be real I’m a hades apologist, this man is the most unproblematic amongst the few options here and I think the renegades as faction is very fitting when it comes to underworldly aesthetics

Vincenzo/Hephaestus: forging! Also he needs more love, he’s fucking awesome

Sophie/Athena: she always strikes me as the intelligent type, and I can see her with very silky blonde hair in this au wearing something like this

Barney/Ares: I know you’re here for your boy so I have to include him. I’m choosing ares because of his brash and unpredictable personality and how that little rascal is eager to start a war in Villedor.

Aitor/Poseidon: okay this is mainly because of that one thing in Greek mythology where Poseidon and Athena fights each other for the role of protector for a city named “Athens” and yes can you guess where I’m going with this. It’s uncannily similar to what the game is about, plus the fact Poseidon sending a flood to punish the city is also similar to PK attacks. And he’s blue lol.

Juan/Dionysus: honestly? The idea that started this whole au. This role just fits him perfectly and I’d say he’d wear something like this

Rowe/Apollo: this is me bringing my headcanons into this but I see Lawan and him being very brother and sister like so call me biased tho I’m still going with this. Ironically he’s terrible at singing and perfect for the role of god of music/j

I also have other ideas which I haven’t finalized. Like I would like to add either Demeter or Thanatos, and possible Thalia. This is an incredibly self indulgent au with a lot of stupid headcanons but I’m hoping you’re enjoying this so far and if anyone is remotely interested with this please please please send me asks or add on to it. For real I would love to actually make this into a thing with more characters that anyone can enjoy!

Ugh I want to draw Haiden guro/gore/whump scenario that’s semi canon and not grossly outta line someone give me ideas save me pleeeeease