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seungisms · 1 year

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🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), overstimulation, edging, use of sex toys, slight humiliation kink with minho and jisung idc it’s hot

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: been extremely feral over the thought of dom!jisung recently so you guys are just gonna have to deal with that until he gives back my sanity ! also, half of skz are soft af in this and the other half *cough* seungmin and minho *cough* are the biggest meanies ever so beware :( reblog for a kiss, feedback much appreciated!

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

such a softie :( gets a little carried away though and often finds himself pounding into your pussy so hard until you’re a sobbing mess beneath him - no thoughts swirling around in that pretty head of yours except finally finding your release on his dick. loves it so much that he’ll drag out your orgasm just so he gets to see those cute tears staining your cheeks. claims he doesn’t do it on purpose but the feeling of his cock twitching against your plush walls begged to differ 🥺 however in his softer moods he’ll be sososo caring and attentive towards you. won’t notice your soft cries at first cause he’s too busy fucking up into your cunt, distracted by the feeling of your heat closing in around him. normally loves how vocal you are when he’s stretching you out nice and slow, but as soon as he catches a mere glimpse of those glassy eyes and that soft pout adoring your lips istg he’ll literally melt. will still deep inside you, ignoring the throbbing of his dick against your walls begging to continue fucking you into the bed - before kissing away the tears staining your cheeks - muttering the sweetest words against your heated skin. will literally refuse to continue until he knows you’re okay and even then he’ll be so slow and gentle with the rut of his hips, trying not to overstimulate your sensitive heat even further.

“oh baby, too much for you?”

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

literally so cruel! practically laps up the tears falling from your fucked out eyes and it’ll only encourage him to fuck into you even harder and deeper - loving the feel of your toes curling against his leg and the lazy hump of your hips eagerly meeting his own. always say you ‘look the prettiest when crying for his cock’ 🤒 very much into edging and will stretch you out with his fingers, fuck you with his tongue and drag his cock teasingly slow against your fluttering walls, bringing you to the brink of orgasm again and again before ripping it away from you just as you’re about to spill onto him - just so he gets to see the sight of your pretty eyes well up with tears. by the time he’s done with you he’ll have you covered in spit, cum and crying for release and he swears it’s his favourite sight. defiantly intends to fuck you so hard until you’re crying each and every time, he gets such a kick out of it and won’t hesitate to mock you for your cute whimpers, but there’s no denying he absolutely loves it. will make you clean up his cum afterwards cause he finds the humiliation that washes over your face soso funny, the dried tear stains on your skin and the sight of your tongue lapping up his cum being all he can focus on.

“look at you, so cute. i know you can take more.”

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

very much a switch but when he’s domming you then you bet your ass he’s gonna be domming you hard. sometimes forgets how small your pussy is compared to his cock and absolutely loses his mind every time he sinks into you - the stinging stretch of your cunt fitting snugly around him making you cry out against his flushed skin. soso proud of himself that he’s able to fuck you so well that you’re practically limp on top of him, your sobs only getting louder as he continued to thrust up into you - desperation sinking into every fibre of your being while your nails tugged on his dark locks, the sounds of your wetness coating his dick with every rut of his hips almost making you hide your face away in his neck from humiliation if you weren’t so focused on finally creaming on his thick cock. your little whimpers gets him off so much and will only tip him over the edge of filling you pretty pussy up with his cum, the warmth of it coaxing one last whine from your lips. will do a complete 180 once he finally slips out of you and be so attentive and caring, letting you slump in his strong arms before kissing away your tears and telling you how well you done for him !!

“so pretty when you cry.”

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

another meanie the gets such a kick out of your tears. thinks your clit looks prettiest when it’s all puffy and sensitive, overstimulating you until you’re on the brink of tears and will work your pussy until he gets to see those very tears run down your cheeks in the cutest possible way. can promise you rn this man will coax those sobs out of you until you have no more to give, spent and completely fucked out in every possible way. also the most condescending asshole ever - even when he’s working your wet cunt with his lips he’ll still be soso mouthy !! leaves long, fat licks up your pussy lips as you lazily buck your hips up - blubbering something about not being able to handle anymore but you’re still tangling your fingers in his hair and pushing his head even further between your spread legs. lets out the most obscene groan ever against your heat when he catches sight of your glassy eyes, mouth still busy sucking on your slit and there’s spit and cum everywhere and he swears he could die right here with his head buried between your plush thighs and he’d go a happy man. big fan of continuing to overwork your cunt once you finally cum, spitting onto the swollen folds and fucking his salvia into you with his long fingers, tongue going back to sucking on your nub just so he gets to hear those cute cries some more. defiantly the type to hump the bed while eating you out, your tears doing nothing but making him want to finally bury his cock into you - but he’ll always make you work for it first.

“look at those pretty tears, tell me you deserve to cum and i’ll think about it.”

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

normally the one to be crying during sex cause he’s just such a brat and challenges you so much in bed - to the point where he gets too in over his head and before he knows it he’s laying fucked out on the bed with your hand working his throbbing cock that’s been edged more times than he could count, crying out that he’s sorry :( so to say he’ll be so goddamn smug when he finally makes you cry is an understatement. such a big sucker for fucking you in public and likes the humiliation that takes over your pretty face when you have to show your face again and talk to everyone as if you weren’t just getting railed and filled with cum moments ago. felt especially mean one night while you were both out for dinner with the rest of the boys, getting fed up with your teasing and fleeting touches to his clothed cock. has no problem pulling you into the fancy ass restroom and bending you over the sink, knowing full well everyone that walked past could hear your pretty little cries for release as he drove his dick into you. says shit like ‘you think that was funny huh? that little stunt you pulled out there? sure aren’t laughing now.’ tugs your hair back and forces you to meet his eyes in the reflection of the mirror just above the sink counter he was currently fucking you over. this man literally feels himself swell up even more inside of you at the sight of you trying to keep your tears from spilling over onto your cheeks - only for them to do so when he ruts against you even deeper, your plush walls hugging his cock so nice and tight as his hips stutter against your ass. becomes such a cheeky shit once he fills you full of his cum and in future will do all in his power to make you cry more often during sex (9.5/10 chance hell end up being the one with tears in his eyes though <333)

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

overstimulation king but in the softest possible way!! will coax orgasm after orgasm out of you no matter how fucked out you claimed to be - despite covering his fingers, tongue and cock in your cum each and every time. the type to be like ‘are you okay sweetheart? i’m not going too hard on you am i? 🥺’ once he notices your tears, as if he didn’t have his fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy. desperately wants to be the soft and caring boyfriend everyone views him as but he really does get such a kick out of your cries. will kiss your tears away while muttering ‘almost there baby’ and ‘just hold on a little longer’ - this mf will literally coo down at you as you continue to blubber beneath him, his cock reaching the deepest parts of your cunt with every thrust he inflicted onto you. no matter how much he likes to make you sob on his dick he’ll still be so attentive to you, kissing your wet cheeks while cumming deep inside of you and squeezing your hand in his oh so affectionally once you recover from the dicking down he just gave you. grins down at you with the prettiest smile ever and in that moment you find it hard to believe that this man, this literal angel, was just tormenting your abused cunt for hours on end just so he could see the sight of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. crying during sex will be a rare occurrence with felix but ask this man what his favourite sight is and he’ll answer without even thinking: you covered in cum that he couldn’t even tell was his or yours, sobbing beneath him yet still begging for his dick. probably has a few polaroids of you in this exact position <3

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

pls he’ll mock you so much if you show even the slightest hint of breaking down during sex. gets off on it so much though and defiantly becomes one of his main goals while working you on his dick. degrades the fuck out of you, will say shit like ‘aw is my pretty baby gonna cry? haven’t even given you my cock yet and i’ve already turned you into a little crybaby slut’ while fucking you knuckle deep, curling his fingers against your pussy walls while pressing the pad of his thumb hard down on your clit - the throbbing feeling of being oh so close to cumming eating away yet again, already losing count of how many times this night he dragged out your orgasm just to rip it away from you at the very last minute. loves seeing those cute little tears of yours while pressing one of your pretty pink vibrators into you, filling you up so nicely but not being enough for you to actually finally spill. hovers over you with such a mean grin on his face, watching the tears trail down your frustrated face - chest heaving as the vibrations of the toy stimulated your cunt. definitely calls you a ‘cute dumb whore’ once a loud cry rips out against your throat when he suddenly pulls the toy from you, hips following the movement and slipping into you just as your pussy missed the feeling of being full for a split second. this mf would laugh straight in your face at the sound of your pathetic whimpers if he wasn’t so focused on the feeling of your heat closing in around him. makes sure you feel the curve of his cock kissing against your womb with slow, deep thrusts - filling you with a warmth that some useless plastic dick couldn’t provide. defiantly one of his favourite sights and he’ll be sure to fuck those tears out of you each and every time no matter how much you fight to hold them back, he’s so mean istg :(

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

he doesn’t mean to make you cry, he swears !! he just gets so carried away from the pretty view of you on your knees before him, sparkling eyes spilling over with tears while he fucks into your mouth - hips rutting forward to feed his cock down your warm throat and you were just as eagerly sucking him in like the good girl you are for him. how was he not supposed to lose it? >:( tried to be so soft with you to begin with but as soon as he feels your tongue licking up his shaft before pressing it hard down against his the slit of his tip he fucking loses it. tangles his fingers in your hair and pushes your head down deeper onto his dick until your nose was practically pressed against the trimmed patch of hair above his cock - chuckles through his nose as he watches you struggle to breath but continue to sick him off. defiantly will cock train your mouth a lot and claims its to work on your gag reflex - but really he just likes to see you choke around him with tears and mascara staining your face. the type to brush his thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear so softly, as if he wasn’t currently fucking your throat with no mercy. also really likes the little cries and whines you make around him, the sound pounding around his cock and only encouraging him to grind his hips into you even deeper. defiantly the type to bring it up in future just to see the cute little flush that takes over your face (also, he likes bragging to the other guys that he fucks you so well that you end up sobbing on his dick but he’ll never tell you that)

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obimaulartfire · 9 months

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Do you ever just...wake up and think about how Obi-wan was, for most of his life, Maul's reason to live?

Let me explain, and this is one of the main reasons I was drawn to ObiMaul in the first place. (long ramble below)

We're all aware of the events at the reactor fight, and it'd be an understatement to say it was a very hostile first encounter. But it's in the aftermath where the dynamic gets interesting.

Maul survived on his own, for years, with only his top half. As a former biology major, sometimes I think about how possible this would be in real life, if at all. It would be insanely uncomfortable at best, and impossible at worst. But through the excruciating pain, Maul survived, fueled purely by his intense hatred/obsession with Kenobi (and some star wars darkside magic, I'm sure).

Maul says this himself when first meeting Obi-wan again in season 4 of The Clone Wars:

"You would never imagine the depths I'd go to to stay alive, fueled by my singular hatred...for you."

Imagine being on the brink of death, with half of your circulatory system GONE, your heart beating irregularly, and your "lower half" being in constant pain, but still finding something to live for, and living...for YEARS. That's impressive. Hate-filled or not, it's hard to deny that for that time, thoughts of Obi-wan literally kept Maul alive for a decade.

Maul comes back to the series having been left for dead by Sidious, with spider legs he made himself, and no sense of time and a destroyed sense of sanity. Yet, he lives.

And additionally, revenge on Sidious is only second in his thoughts to his revenge on Obi-wan, even though Sidious is technically the one who left him for dead. Since Maul can't sit still, he did many other things during the Clone Wars in accordance with his own ambitions, likely to attempt to reclaim that part of his life that had been lost to Lotho Minor, but that's a tangent for another post.

He gets revenge on Obi-wan (I guess) by killing Satine, but even that isn't enough for him, as evidenced by the Satine hate shrine that we see in Rebels, when Ezra visits Maul's cave on Dathomir:

(on a side note, there is no sane heterosexual explanation for this^, I'm sorry/j)

Why would you keep a memento of someone you've killed? Why would you cross out their eyes? Maul didn't hate Satine that much, and it's my opinion that he did this because she was important to Obi-wan.

And that brings me to my next point: Rebels Maul

Y'all.... there's a reason the title of my blog is "Twin Suns Changed My Brain Chemistry", because I vaguely had feelings about these two in Clone Wars, but Rebels really cemented this dynamic for me.

I cannot emphasize enough that in Rebels, Maul thinks Obi-wan Kenobi is dead. Whether he got killed in Order 66 or when Vader and the Inquisitors started purging Force Users, there was maybe a .000001% chance that any Jedi, especially Obi-wan, would have survived that. And yet. When we enter Rebels, we find Maul on Malachor, stuck on the planet looking for the Sith holocron.

WHY is he trying to find the Sith holocron? In Maul's own words:

"As for me, I...seek something much simpler, yet equally elusive... Hope."

Hope? That surely isn't a Sith ideal. It's revealed later that the only reason Maul wants to combine these ancient artifacts is to learn whether or not Obi-wan Kenobi is alive. I shit you not.

This implies that Maul has had Hope that Obi-wan has been alive for what... 15 years? That's a long time. At this point, Maul may be like, 49 or 50. He has been fixated on Obi-wan for 30 years of his life. Thoughts of Obi-wan kept him going and going and going for 3/5ths of his life. Even when he thinks Obi-wan has died, he spends 15 years trying to find him, just hoping that he is alive. But for what?

It's unclear to me what Maul, in canon, really desires from Obi-wan. But one thing for sure is that Obi-wan acts as a...source of emotions for Maul. A source of feelings, and a reason to keep going through times that other characters would give up.

Other characters may have survived, but Maul lived because of Obi-wan. Through being bisected, the Clone Wars, being chased by Vader and the Inquisitors, and through periods of despair.

And before the end, he just wants to find his reason to live again, and dies in his arms.

#obimaul #obi wan x maul #i've been writing this for hours #i just have a lot of feelings #star wars headcanons #long post #sw rebels #swtcw #darth maul #obiwan kenobi #i'm so afraid to put my thoughts out there but tumblr is the perfect platform for that so #one day i really hope to capture the raw emotion in this duo bc i crave it and there's not a lot of content out there like that #thank you for coming to my ted talk

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sgiandubh · 9 months

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I was wondering if anyone else had this same fear as mine? I’m not sure it’s really a fear but I think there are going to be sex scenes in Sam’s upcoming project and who knows maybe Cait as well.

Is it crazy to feel uneasy, fearful, nervous or any of those emotions about watching Sam or Cait do sex scenes with people other than each other? I know it’s their job if the script has these scenes but maybe I’m worried that what I see on screen with them in their sex scenes with each other and how special it is isn’t as special as I think?

It’s probably an irrational fear and no it’s not the only reason or even the reason why I am a shipper. Their chemistry on screen sent me down the rabbit hole and it was really what has happened off screen that made me a shipper.

Sorry I think I rambled quite a bit there but you seem to welcoming and friendly and most importantly rationale.

Dear Uneasy Anon,

Let the woman in the audience who was NOT even mildly - how can I put it elegantly - ehrm.. unsettled by The Reckoning cast the first stone at your question and my answer.

*crickets*

I thought so.

I remember my stupefaction on a balmy late August night (not unlike this one) when I watched these scenes for the very first time. Shouted like a crazy woman at 4 AM something along the lines of OH, DEAR ME, WHAT THE HELL (literally: what the mother of all devils, told you that being a native speaker of obscure idioms is infinite fun)? And then immediately hit rewind, questioning my sanity and grateful I was under the radar.

I had never seen anything like this on a screen, let alone in what I thought to be a whachamacallit divertimento (Sam, who? Caitríona, who?). And chemistry is a paltry, almost sorry term to describe sexual attraction, in their case: these two were not blocking anything, and I do not mean it in a lewd way, but in an emotional one. A much more serious affair than a, heh, hydraulic incident while having to put up with carpet burns.

What we saw there were two people very much attracted to each other and yes, clearly in the early stages of falling deep and hard in love with each other. And I do not mean Jamie and Claire, here, for I have never made the confusion. Let's not be hypocrites: what consistently happened on and off-screen, in the Season 1- Season 3 interval, despite all the hurdles and the shitshow, is a real story on the constant brink of taking over the performance side of things. So much so, that at some point I almost completely blocked the characters and had to re-watch, for the sake of keeping up with that neglected storyline: it was embarrassing, but in a good way.

That was not acting, dear Uneasy Anon, and bless his heart, he repeatedly spilled the tea about it. Knowing that and having experienced that Mach3 impact yourself, I doubt you would feel uneasy by S/C shooting formulaic sex scenes with other people. An example: When the Starlight Ends. I howled in my popcorn. That is to say that particular movie was a doomed project. That is also to say: you'll know how 'not special at all' that is, when you watch it.

So, in a nutshell, I can only offer you this answer, along with the hope that it makes sense or helps you somewhat: you may feel uneasy because you know how rare and fragile that is and also because you are probably afraid of breaking that spell. But you immediately tell me that it is their off-screen shenanigans that made you a part of our rank and file: what you call fear is nothing else but maybe a bit of projection and certainly a deep fascination. You are desperately normal, dear Anon. Last but not least, remember FDR: the only thing to fear is Fear itself. Go ahead. Watch those with an honest eye. I guarantee there will be absolutely nothing to write home about.

This, however (emphatically NOT The Reckoning). This always punches me in the damn gut. This is better than Mantegna's Saint Sebastian. Objectification, schmobjectification:

#Anon

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javierpena-inatacvest · 8 months

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to celebrate your 500 followers, can i request #3 with javi and osita, pleaseeee? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I have a feeling this is not what this prompt was intended for, but it's Javi and Osita, so of course they're gonna be arguing over something stupid 😂

Draw Two

Summary: Your class has had indoor recess this week, and you take Javi to help you look for games to keep them occupied

Word Count: 468 (He's just a lil guy)

Warnings: Loosing at Uno (literally none, it's all cute hehe)

Part of the It's Never Too Late series!

Part of the 500 Followers Celebration!

Laredo had been going through its most rainy period in years. While it was great for the farmers and crops that so desperately needed it, for you, it was pure torture. All this rain meant only one thing for your teacher brain- Indoor Recess. Your kids had been cooped up and on the brink of chaos from all the time they had spent inside, and with another week of rain in the forecast, Javi had agreed to go shopping with you to find some new things to occupy your students before everyone’s sanity completely went out the window.

“Oh, I love this one!” You beamed, picking up a small red box and holding it up to Javi.

“Uno? The game is called One?” He scrunched his face as he held up the box to read it.

“You’ve never played Uno?! Okay well it looks like we’re getting two of these! You wanna play when we get home?” You asked, grinning, as you threw two of the games into your cart.

“Sure Osita, it’s just matching numbers and colors, how hard can it be?” Javi chuckled to himself, pressing a kiss on your forehead, always amused by how much the simplest things in life he got to do with you always brought him the most joy. After cruising through a few more isles, you grabbed a few more toys and puzzles before checking out and heading back to your house to let your Uno tournament commence.

It didn’t take long for both of your competitive natures to make an appearance after you started playing after your trip, Javi’s patience now growing thin after his 3rd loss in a row, wondering how in the world the cards in his hand had been growing at an exponential rate after each round.

“I fucking hate you…” Javi grumbled pulling what seemed like his thousandth card from the pile this turn.

“No you don’t! Take that back right now!” You laid down your hand to playfully swat at Javi, laughing at the ridiculous amount of cards he now found himself holding. “It’s not my fault you can’t find a 3 or a blue!”

“Then how the fuck do you only have two cards left?! Jesus, okay there, a red 3, can my turn be done now?” Forcefully slamming his last draw into the pile, Javi rolled his eyes at the lack of cards you now were holding, and the half of the deck he seemed to be. You paused, a mischievous smirk growing across your face as you took your turn, slowly lowering your card of choice into the pile.

“I’m so sorry…” you giggled, not apologetic in the slightest.

“Osita…” Javi sighed, bracing himself for the inevitable cards he was about to the collection already overflowing in his hands.

“…. Draw two.... Uno.”

“Fuck you.”

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waddlewaddlewaddlewaddle · 10 months

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Over my head (Miguel ‘o’ Hara x Reader)

Chapter 4

Wc:1.9k

Tw: mentions of blood

Themes: ✎slow burn ( I think)

Mutual pining

✎office romance (¿)

Hidden romance

✎Smut available as story progresses.

Dom Miguel x sub/bratty reader

✎Stubborn, Ill tempered Miguel.

✎ Angelic reader .

It girl reader.

✎I try to be as accurate as possible.

English is not my first language so bare with me.

✎badass stoic x sweet empath.

Og spanish speaker so be prepared for steamy dialogue :3

Here’s the master list for previous or future chapters.

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-"Miguel!"- Your body couldn't help but call out his name after seeing such a scene.

A crimson gaze met yours , his face froze as if he'd been caught red handed.

-"Greetings."-He replied as he could since blood was cascading over the corner of his mouth.-"If you excuse me i'll be on my way."- Miguel turned his back and tried to walk away before your voice interrupted him.

-"Are you crazy?! you're losing a stupid amount of blood, what even happened to you?

-"Well i've clearly been better"-He noted in a sarcastic tone.-"But if you must know ive just been flung around by some villains, i could've left less beaten up but i didn't want to interrupt the party they organized for you.”

-"Miguel that's ridiculous , just look at you.-You pressed an open gash on his neck to which he quickly winced to.-"If you needed assistance you should've just called."

In a moment lyla appeared and sat on his shoulder.

-"That's what i told him, we should let him suffer for being so hard headed.”-Lyla joked.

Miguel knotted his eyebrows and shooed her of his shoulders trying to maintain the last string sanity that allowed him to keep a cordial conversation while in extreme pain.

-"come with me, let me tend to your injuries"

-"Thanks for the offered but i can stand a punch, go back to the party now."

you couldn't help but roll your eyes incredulous of this mans priorities.

-"You're literally about to collapse and all you care about is a stupid party?!"-You groaned out at him in hopes that he gets the severity of the matter at hand.

-"Its not just a party."-He expressed with seriousness.-"I haven't seen my spider people that happy in a while, they're joyful to have you here and seem to trust you already. you wouldnt understand but they need that morale to withstand the burden of their responsibilities.So please go back and keep them company ; i can handle myself."

-"What about you?" You asked gleeful after hearing the first kind words Miguel has said to you.

-"What about me?"

-"How do you feel about having me here?"

Miguel looked back at lyla for any indication on how he should respond but she just raised her shoulders at him.

-"Well i certainly feel ... happy?"-He responded with awkwardness so you knew he was lying, catching up onto your disapproving gaze he finally answered with the truth.-With confidence i can say i'm relieved by having you here.

As you grinned in satisfaction with his answer you remembered he was on the brink of falling over, which by the way is very unprofessional on your behalf, you couldn't help it , you found yourself lost in conversation. To convince Miguel to allow to get himself treated you asked dad bod peter to send the spiders some beer and it was as if you never left.

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With some struggle you managed to get Miguel to go to the infirmary, you indicated him to sit down on stool near your desk.

His big figure almost didn't fit on the stool, his eyes followed you around the room as you woke up your bots.

-“You've fixed this place up nicely.”-He commented lookin at the fresh tulips on the desk while the room lit up with painting prints and the floor gleamed with beautiful carpets.

-“Thank you, I never had the chance to decorate an infirmary so I wanted to put things that could make my patients feel happy or at ease.”-You said looking at your hologram table while viewing his medical chart to see any allergies or pre existing conditions. - Nino can you run a CT scan and an MRI , Kiko be a dear and takes his vitals and oxygen saturation levels while I go grab some tools to clean his face right up.

While you went to the back room for sanitizing materials lyla looked at him funny seeing him in his little stool waiting to be treated.

-“I should ask her to bring a tweezer to see if maybe she’ll do you a favor and clean up those bushy eyebrows of yours.”-Said the artificial intelligence while he sits up straight in his chair clearly wishing he wasn’t in such a vulnerable position.

-“If you don’t close that pixel sized mouth of yours I’m gonna ask spider byte to make you bald.”- He retorted with a straight face to which lyla just responded by sticking up her middle finger and vanishing in the air.

Soon you walked back into the room with your lab coat and your hair tied up in a bun while holding some materials.

-“Are you ready for this , big boy? It’s gonna sting a bit so tell me if you need me to slow down.”- You said as you put on your latex gloves.-“My bots are gonna take a while to take your tests so after I finish cleaning you up they’ll tell me what’s up with you.”

-“I already told you I’m fine Y/n.”- Miguel hasn’t stepped in an infirmary in a long time , so he feels very out of place.

-“We’ll see about that, I’d sit down to treat you but all id see is your chest.”-You giggled.-“Not that I’m complaining though!” -You watched as Miguel raised and eyebrow and you could swear you saw the corner of his mouth go up.-“Wow peter was right, you really don’t have a sense of humor.”

-“I Do have a sense of humor is just that -ow!”-Miguel jumped as he felt the sting of the cotton swab cleaning his cheek

-“I’m sorry , I’m sorry I’ll be more gentle.”- You brought your face closer to his while being more gentle with the swab.

Miguel suddenly felt heat rushing to his cheeks he didn’t know if it was because your face was just mere inches from his or because when you noticed you were hurting him you truly cared for his comfort and started to be more gentle.

All of a sudden one of your bots started ringing like and alarm.

-“WARNING HEART RATE ELEVATED TO 113 BPM.”- Said kiko while spinning ad flashing red lights.

- “That’s strange.” -You comment as you quickly bandage his face up so you can investigate the reason of his quick heart rate.

-“That machine must be broken.”- Said Miguel a little embarrassed while hunching up his shoulders ,you just gave him an unconvinced glare.

-“Nino can you give me the results of the scan please.”

-“CT and MRI indicate ribs number 6 and 7 are fractured, MRI reveals no damage done to blood vessels or lungs.”- Said Nino unconcerned.

Your jaw dropped to the floor while you looked over at the man that treating broken ribs like a stubbed toe.

-“Miguel why didn’t you tell me you had broken ribs!”- You yelled out in shock someone could sit still with broken ribs.

-“I didn’t know, why are you mad at me? I’m the one with broken ribs.”- He noted while arching a brow.

-“Are you dumb?! You can puncture your lungs and god forbid provoke some interior hemorrhage. Take your shirt off right now!”

Miguel was about to scold you for calling him dumb but was quickly fluttered by you requesting him to take his shirt off.

-“What?”- He replied dumbfounded

-“Take your shirt off so I can examine you , quickly.”

“Oh maybe you are dumb Miguel ” he thought to himself for thinking about other things when you asked him to take his shirt off , he quickly pressed some buttons on his watch and in a few seconds his bare torso was revealed to you. You couldn’t help but blush as you saw such a shredded torso with beautiful sculpted shoulders, you knew he was your boss but goddam this man never skips arm day. You quickly shake your head trying to get rid of those teenage girl like thoughts and start to press on the bruised skin on top of his ribs to examine the situation.

-“Does it hurt much?”

-“Nope.”

-“What about now?” You say as you apply some pressure on the affected area.

-“Auugh.”- He groaned as he winced.-“That trick of yours is getting old.”

Miguel glanced over at your direction noticing you had a quite worried face , as soon as you noticed his stare you quickly gave him a fake smile. -“I think it’s quite funny, wait here I’ll get some pain medication and a rib splint.”

You bolted to the storage room and back and started to load the syringe.

-“I can assure you this won’t hurt much , I have the gentlest hands in the business you know?”-You bragged while squatting while injecting the fluid into the tender spot in his ribs.- “If you feel any type of discomfort please let me know Miguel , you shouldn’t hide and injury like this I’m glad I caught you sneaking off. People depend on you , the spider society needs you in the best condition you can be. Even so regardless of who you are you should always take care of yourself.”

Miguel grinned taking advantage of the fact that your sight was straight on his ribs, he was truly moved by your words , they seemed sincere in his ears, he usually didn’t trust people this rapidly but to him you yelled out trustworthiness. He also didn’t want to admit that your proximity and care was making him feel some kind of way he quickly wanted to bury those thoughts in the back of his head. But there was a question pestering him so he gave into his desires and grabbed you by the wrist so he would get your attention.

You quickly looked up at him , your doe eyes looking up at him with innocent confusion made his his throat stiffen up.

-“Why do you care so much about me, after all we only met yesterday.” He questioned getting lost in your gaze.

-“You seem like a good person , you also seem like a dutiful man plus you really care about your workers . You seem to have the courage other people seem to lack. In summary for the moment you’re on my good side , let’s hope you stay that way buddy. But even if you weren’t a good person in my perception, you’re still a person who’s hurt and needs help , that’s enough for me to give my all in treating them.”- You smiled at him hoping your answer was good enough for him while returning to inject the fluid in various points of his ribs.

Miguel felt content with your answer which allowed him to be more relaxed in your presence after all he felt uncomfortable being seen so vulnerable , he was used to acting the part of the tough one.

-“Don’t call me buddy. I am your boss.”- He joked trying to switch the mood.

-“My bad Mr ‘o’ Hara. I’ll put on the brace splint now. ” You chimed as you stood between his right leg and leaned down to apply the splint trying to end this procedure as soon as possible so you could get out of this compromising position.

As you were almost done applying the splint you and Miguel heard a drunk voice come closer while the door handle moved , both of your eyes met in fear that someone would see you and misinterpret the situation.

-“y/n!!!! Are you here???? I’m coming innnnnnnn……”

A/n: I’m sorry for the delay I’ve been busy with work 😭 but I’m really happy with the way this chapter turned out.

#miguel o'hara #mutual pining #office romance #miguel x reader #hurt/comfort #smut available as story progresses #secret romance #pls read #spiderman #across the spiderverse #fanfic #pls like #comments are appreciated #hope you enjoy #atsv #atsv miguel #slowly but surely #SoundCloud

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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cute subby men who aren’t allowed to pee until you say so.

not for the sake of diapering them. Or humiliating them when they have an accident. None of the above. All for the sake of seeing their cute little belly bump the longer they hold it. Until they’re bloated and fully. Rubbing their tummies. Crossing their legs. Tears and sweat rolling down their pretty faces because they just need to pee so badly. They’ll do anything except disappoint you. So they fight it even on the brink of sanity.

kissing their pee bloated little bellies. Giggling when those kisses make them squirm. Not as much as your hand on their abdomen does though. Weak pleas for you not to push. But at the same time, it’d be such a relief now if they just wet themselves.

half hard cocks not standing at attention like normal. resting against their belly because the need to pee trumps even how horny the poor thing is.

“looks like your just so full...bet I could feel it with my finger.”

“aww look how it just dribbles out of you when I press?”

“you can’t pee with a hard on like that....it must hurt doesn’t it pretty boy?

frantic grip knuckles clutching for something. Anything. Shifting hips that crinkle the plastic sheet underneath. This would be more embarrassing if somehow the sensation of such a full bladder wasn’t turning them on so much. Each press of your palm into their stomach has a reluctant dribble of urine coming out of their slit.

and each time that warmth rolls down their half mast cock and down between their ass cheeks, your watching your pretty boy’s eyes flutter shut and roll to the back of their head. Pleading that the pressure it too much. That they can’t take it anymore. Only to be corrected by you. Of course they can take it, they’re your pretty boy aren’t they?

jerking off their cock with erratic motions. Stifling the stream of piss every time they cry out that they can’t hold it. Good ol’ mother nature doing it’s job to stop the nearly clear stream in its tracks. Not ready to waste a full bladder after all the hard work to drink all that water. Putty in your hands as the slight reliefs of just a little release make it even worse. Less pee but now their cocks getting hard. Your fingers around them. Sitting in a lukewarm pool of their own piss. Still with the bulge in their tummy from how swollen with pee they are. Fucked out expression and you’ve done literally nothing but grab their cock a few times just to stop the overflow.

and then when you’ve had your fun. And they’ve proved what a good boy they are. You can’t help but press down hard on that bump of a tummy. Protests weakened by how long this has drawn on. Unrelenting gush of piss seconds after they tried so hard to hold it in for you.

giggling at their misfortune of finally having no more control. Stream of piss nowhere near done as their half hard cock rests against their thigh. Pissing themselves and moaning like a degenerate whore as relief washes over them.

with your hand on their stomach. Nowhere near their cock. That euphoria of finally being able to let go and make such a well earned mess. Has other affects.

streaks of white joining the mess. Going from pure piss to what is very clearly a half ass, premature orgasm. Shuddering through their body with thighs jiggling and body twitching. Cock nearly flaccid even as cloudy watery milk hardly enough to call cum replaces the stream of piss. Only for a second though. Blink and you might miss it.

that piss mixture of cum coming full circle as they let out a sigh of relief. Letting out the rest of their held in pee after cumming untouched and humiliate like that. Too saturated in the relief of both cumming and emptying their bladder to register sitting in such a nasty mix. And how cute they look as such. Making you want even more water in them the next time you play this game.

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elphael · 6 months

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stranger on the internet here. U GOT LAMBASTED FOR WRITING TOXIC LESBIANS? AND PPL CALLED IT CATRADORA???? LITERALLY WHAT TELL ME EVERYTHING

two different instances but yes i got my ocs compared to catra and adora <3 multiple times <3 <3 <3 and it did not at all drive me to the brink of madness.

here are some of the gems of critique i was once given

"is this what homestucks call kismises" (i have never read homestuck so i don't even get this reference)

"catra/adora vibes. we love hurt/comfort."

"WHY HAVENT THEY KISSED YET"

"read don't go by anna charlier (aka nk stevenson) on ao3" (i haven't even bothered to fact check this one i was so stunned)

got my original characters / story described as 'fic'

this did not make me lose any and all sanity or will to be an author i had left. totally. and is not part of why i don't really write that much anymore.

#asks

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therealblessedaffliction · 1 year

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Even more late night thoughts about Vegas, Pete and how VegasPete came to be-

After writing "Grinch, please!" I had a revelation about VegasPete. A micro one, but still.

It's always SO fucking vital WHEN you cross paths with someone and what point they are at in their lives. If Pete had somehow caught Vegas' attention BEFORE everything began to go to shit, he might have been just another main family bodyguard Vegas railed and bailed on just to stick it to Kinn. Vegas would have moved on to fucking his next target and Pete would have been a(n even more) broken man for it. But like, Vegas' identity as the contender for the title of heir to his dad's position starting to crumble; Vegas' long-running, carefully executed plans being rendered useless by an abundance of muppets being sicced on him (Tawan, Porsche and Pete) - it all ensured that Vegas was on the brink of a HUGE breakdown and life crisis. When he caught Pete, he was alone, overwhelmed and tired of his life of abuse and humiliation. He literally did not have the sanity or the energy available to be cruel and calculated Khun Vegas. I think this is what the recurring label of sad little meow meow encompasses. The Vegas from episode 7 would not have taken his captive along to the safehouse for entertainment. Everything he does to Pete, from the electroshocks to the balls, to calling grandma and to playing cat and mouse with an injured Pete, is coming from a desperate and very basic need to be SEEN before he completely falls apart. On a level, even if not conscious, Vegas knows his number is up and that soon his family will get rid of him in an attempt to paint themselves as the good guys (Korn has no qualms murdering his own brother in front of witnesses, so we know that Vegas' predictions are not unrealistic). This is a man who did not hesitate to torture, murder and disfigure a prisoner just to persuade Big Wang to cooperate, only to then also get rid of Big Wang. This is a man who felt it necessary to spit a one liner at an Italian mob boss before killing him, like he was in an Al Pacino movie. My unhinged son would have made Pete into a matching purse and pair of shoes if he had caught him earlier in the game. And sure, Pete is exceptional and wields untold power, but even he couldn't have gotten through to Vegas if Vegas' armour hadn't been cracked prior. This doesn't take away from Pete's power and his ability to reset Vegas from the ground up, but it does show that life itself is cruel and everything depends on the headspace we are in when we meet someone or go through an experience or another. I also think that Korn was counting on Vegas' sanity circling the drain and taking his nephew out of the game for him. But he did NOT reckon with Pete being able to get through to Vegas because their different brands of crazy are compatible. Korn grossly misjudged Pete, as did everyone in the main family. There's this joke I love, about a new psychiatrist beginning a job at an asylum and seeing an otherwise non-communicative patient pull a length of string after himself. The new doc goes to him and asks: "Hello, are you out here walking your imaginary dog?" and to everyone's surprise, the patient looks at him, scoffs and says, "what imaginary dog? That would be insane. I am pulling the rope after me because it's limp and I cannot push it ahead of me!"

Pete succeeded because a. he was given a favourable window to try and get to Vegas and b. he was willing to do so because he recognised he and Vegas were not all that different underneath it all. Everyone else gave up on Vegas before they even took a closer look at him. It was always some flavour of "ugh, Vegas, fuck that creep" and moving on.

#late night thoughts #vegas #pete #vegaspete #kpts #kinnporsche #vegas theerapanyakul #pete saenghtam

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Do you take Animaniacs prompts? How about Scratchy protecting the Warners?

I do indeed! 💕

Scratchy played an odd role in Animaniacs. Well, no one played a normal role on the "totally insaney" show (not even Plotz), but Scratchy could admit his role was odd.

He was the unofficial caretaker of the Warners. Their P-sychiatrist. Their parental figure. Their favourite target to torment. Their nemesis, the one who broke up their fun. The one who worried about their safety, while literally tearing his hair out as they drove him to the brink of sanity.

Things stayed weird when the cameras stopped rolling. The Warners were the Warners: embodiments of chaos, powerful toons in their own right...But they were also three little kids. At the end of the day, they were alone in the world, no other family to speak of.

Of course Scratchy was going to worry about them.

So, whenever they had a press conference, or a convention or any sort of promotional work, Scratchy made sure he was placed near his three zany patients. Nurse often did the same, Slappy could usually be found hovering nearby; even Pinky and Brain would check in on the kids if Scratchy wasn't there.

But today, Scratchy was here. And he wasn't pleased.

It wasn't unusual for a crowd of reporters to corner the kids, thinking they could milk information from them; maybe get a scandal, learn secrets about the show, or get an idea for when the next season would drop.

No, it wasn't unusual, but it still made Scratchy's blood boil.

He stormed over there and got in between the Warners and the pushy reporters.

"Ahem," he said coldly. "Zey are minors. You cannot interview zem vithout un guardian present."

One man with a rather large microphone didn't look impressed. "They don't have any guardians," he said, sounding impatient.

A warm hand took Scratchy's. He looked down and met Wakko's wide eyes. He looked very small all of a sudden. Behind him, Yakko was shifting anxiously and Dot looked seconds away from screaming and throwing a punch.

"Zat is vhere you vould be wrong," Scratchy snapped, squeezing Wakko's hand. He held his arm out and, looking bemused, Yakko and Dot scooted closer. Once they were close enough, Scratchy wrapped his arm around them, holding them against his side. "I am zheir guardian. Unless you vant to be kicked out, leave my kidses alone."

He didn't give the reporters time to respond: he just guided the kids away, keeping a firm hold on them.

To his surprise, they didn't immediately run off. They didn't tease him or pull out some sort of gag.

"...Did you just call us-?" Yakko started to speak, but didn't finish. He was staring at Scratchy like he'd never seen him before.

Well. Time to bit the bullet, huh?

"Vas I vrong?" Scratchy asked.

"No," Wakko mumbled. He smiled, his tongue lolling from his mouth.

"We knew you loved us, Dadoo!" Dot laughed. Scratchy pretended not to see her eyes water.

"I do," Scratchy said. Now that the moment was calming down, he felt oddly embarrassed.

The Warners didn't laugh or tease, or throw him out a nearby window. Wakko held his hand tighter, Dot beamed at him and Yakko leaned against him, letting Scratchy guide them back to the rest of their cast.

"Yeah, well, we love you too," Yakko said. "Even if you're a pain in the neck."

"At least he has a neck," Dot said. "Unlike poor Plotzy."

Yes, that was more like it.

Scratchy couldn't quite wipe the smile from his face. Even as the interviews began in earnest and the kids began to throw pies around, he was still smiling. Even as he sighed and stood up to try (and fail) to reign them in, he was snickering to himself.

Yes, Scratchy had an odd role to play, but it was a role he'd play with pride.

Perhaps he should add "Dadoo" to his list of qualifications.

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No I feel physically sick trying to keep the compliments in. Oh my god. The skin tones. The gorgeous way you carved out the blush on his cheeks with the cooler highlight. The creases around his eyes. the places where you can see the gorgeous square edge of the brush you used, like how the light catches the bridge of his nose and right above his eyebrow. There are several,like, 1px brushstrokes that I could talk about but I won't, just to keep some facade of sanity. But I am on the brink about them.

The. suggestion. of. eyelashes. I love how you pick out details with highlights. You found such beautiful dark shapes to block in his hair. The only way I can describe the whole thing is 'incandescent'. Okay, I'll stop. Because I could spiral about it for hours 💛 INCREDIBLE.

😭😭😭 the way this ask had me grinning blearily at 7am you are seriously the sweetest most generous person ever!!!

tbh i love painting skin but i also have 0 practical understanding of color theory whatsoever and am always Making Shit Up and literally eyeballing everything as i go, so it means a lot that you enjoyed the highlights and tones and thought everything worked well overall :') ALSO THE WAY YOU DRAW EYEBROWS KEEPS THE WORLD GOING SO LET'S TALK ABOUT THAT!!! i could gush about YOUR delicate brush strokes all day. is that a weird thing to say... well i've said it

anyway 💛 truly thank u asdlkfahsdf this is so kind of you u don't even know... cherishing this ask 4ever

#ask #ok (embarrassed) slinking back into my corner now SORRY alskdfhdfh

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crackedopen · 1 year

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𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓮𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭, 𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼- a Foxiyo angst one-shot

Hello there,

As I’ve mentioned here, my mental health and university got caught on me and this led to me not posting anything both on my AO3, but also on my Tumblr. I’m sorry for that.

Have this sweet painful Foxiyo one-shot as an apology, you can read it also on AO3.

(Obligatory TW for: gaslighting, mentions of erotic themes, torture, graphic descriptions of violence, mentions of an assassination attempt)

Enjoy!

The crimson red stilletos were now lazily propped up against the wall, leaving the souvenir from a 4 hour long meeting with The Council in the shape of tiny chaffs and scars on her ankles, dark blue against the cyan skin. The golden headband with two curved crescent moons at the front laying on the white and gold dressing table also left scars, in the form on the dull ache on both of her temples. She wished the traditional Pantoran garments weren't that heavy as she stood in front of the mirror and took of the nose stud linked to her earrings with a heavy chain.

Her royal purple shawl was looking at her from where it has been thrown across the chair, as if it was looking with annoyance.

You really fucked up as a Pantoran woman, Riyo.

The senator sighed.

Why am I not perfect, she asked herself before telling her faithful servant android to turn off for the night as it finished cleaning up.

There was a knock on the door. Riyo opened, tying a night robe around her waist in a hurry.

Her knees sank.

"Fox."

The bigger man in a civvie sherpa jacket scooped her up, kissing her without any tiny bit of patience.

Her eyes scorched his soul as they broke apart, gasping for air.

”Are you alright?”

"Yes. Very much so..." the guard purred low in his broad muscled chest visible from under a basic grey T-shirt "And you... Did you miss me?"

The Pantoran nodded eagerly.

"Yes. Yes, I did. I... I longed for you so badly. I thought my heart would break during that damned meeting. It took us four hours to finally decide what to do with The Chancellor. Four hours."

Fox's heart sank. The Commander was also on the brink of patience, sanity and consciousness. Everyone on Coruscant and in The Senate was.

And all of that because of one Sith Lord who was hiding all along under their noses, under the costly robes of The Chancellor of The Galactic Republic.

"Fox...." she mewled, her sky blue tattooed hand sliding across his chest, her own squeezing in pain and desire.

Her golden round eyes lined with smudged kohl meant only one thing.

The Pantoran almost squealed in an extremely non-senatorial way when the giant man picked her up like she weighted nothing to him (which was, frankly, quite probable), carrying her to her bedroom in a bridal carry.

Riyo purred, her hand caressing Fox's chest.

"I've missed you so much, Fox... I'm literally burning"

Fox chuckled, biting his lower lip not to hiss in pain. The boxing training was a pain in his ass today, so bad he could feel every singular thread of muscle under his skin taut with pain.

Just like that one time when a pale bony hand made his synapses scream, getting torn apart and shaken deep from the core by blue lightning creeping up and down his body. Forming spit and foam around his mouth, carving black and blue scars that could not be covered with exquisite ink he got to cover and adorn himself, to wrap his broken shell of a body in a cocoon of colors and shapes.

And the voices.

Oh, those were the worst.

"Well, I can say that too” he murmured, taking on a small smile, so small but yet so big it could hide all the anguish “I feel like my training routine mixed with daily work in the Senate is kicking my shebs right now..."

Her purple lips curved in a soft smile.

"I can help~"

The elderly man’s blue (no, they were yellow, Fox was sure he saw a glimpse of yellow in those crystal-like irises, sick putrid yellow) eyes were cold, glacial, even though they burned. His smile cut through his soul like a spear thrown into his body, even though it was warm. Friendly.

No. There was nothing friendly about this smile. Small smile, making his pale wrinkled face even more distorted. Deformed, as if it was done by a dull knife.

Just like the one given to this poor blue-haired shiny by drunk civilians during a lonely patrol in the depths of the dark, rotting Underworld. The Commander flinched under the thick plastoid shell of crimson armor.

The boy would never smile again.

Long bony fingers like the ones of an ancient mummy tapped the smooth surface of an expensive goblet crafted of fragile Pantoran glass. Fragile like Her skin.

May Manda protect my Lady, Fox prayed, clenching the burly gloved hand so hard and making the whiteness bloom on his knuckles under the rough fabric.

“Commander CC-1010. Are you unwell?”

Trooper’s body stiffened, taking on the position coded into his muscle memory. Arms behind the back. Straight posture. Helmet on.

And by Manda, don’t move.

Don’t show him anything.

He already knows.

“By any means no, Sir Chancellor. I feel alright”

A non-existent thin brow rose up nearly to the nobleman’s disappearing hairline as his face froze in shock. A perfect parody of concern.

“Oh? Just alright, Commander?”

Boots crafted from red Nabooian bull leather made a slow rhythmic sound, like a distant sound of Kyr knocking on the door of a dying man. The costly dark blue robes flowed down the wooly carpet, deep dark navy of the ocean against the crimson of drying blood.

Crooked yellow teeth appeared from between the Chancellor’s thin lips in a snarl, stinking breath filling the filters in Fox’s helmet.

“Aren’t you grateful by what I do for you and your people? Don’t you feel just…. Just a tiny amount of satisfaction, a feeling that you owe me everything? The caf you drink? The armor that protects you disgusting lab-made body from getting mauled and crushed and shot at? Your brothers and sisters?”

Lab-made body.

The shell of flesh, bone and thick strong muscle that hosted the organs and bones. The living tissue that tasted punches and cuts, got licked by flames and lightning, swallowed blades and bullets and shrapnel. For Fox it was weird how it could still carry on after two and a half years of being in the Coruscant Guard. The Guard Chief Medical Officer also didn’t bother to hide his shock. The crimson Commander remembered the time Pierce had to physically drag him to his private quarters.

Ah. A common occurrence.

Fox wasn’t a fearful man. A one not incapable of emotions, yes. But not fearful, and most certainly- not a coward. No one who spends their days and nights carrying the whole Triple Hellhole on their back is a coward. But a sound of frail Pantoran glass being smashed against the wall into tiny little shards by enraged Chancellor’s hand would make even them shudder.

“Kneel”

The warrior did so, feeling his heart speed up.

The elderly nobleman in long flowing dark blue robes started circling him, each step crunching the pieces of broken glass under his heels.

“I must admit” The Chancellor hissed through gritted teeth “I’ve been blind. I’ve been blind to all the signs, all those things that have been happening under my nose. Blind and deaf to this… Peculiar relationship of Miss Chuchi and yours."

Fox saw the tips of scarlet leather shoes as Chancellor Sheev Palpatine of Naboo stopped right in front of him, gazing down at his unmoving kneeling body.

“I’ve been in love as a young man, you know? A short-time relationship with my father’s secretary. But, alas, the poor girl lost her charm and beauty and wit as sickness struck her. Oh, how she begged, how those sweet golden eyes pleaded me for comfort, for understanding.”

The older man bowed down, his lips against Fox’s helmet.

“Just like your lover’s, Commander Fox. Do you want to know what happened? How I comforted her?”

The soldier’s whole body tensed like he’d been turned into a stone by whatever magick in the Universe.

“I came to her chambers at dusk, and slit her throat. One single cut was enough to comfort her. Don’t weep, though, trooper. She was getting boring after all”

Fox felt bile fill the back of his throat, stomach acid biting his esophagus.

“Now, clean up everything. Leave no piece not picked. Or else my dear Red Guard will do the same to the dame of your heart just like I did to my Fiona of Naboo”

Droplets of red soaked into the expensive thick rug as the trooper’s thick fingers caught each piece. Each shard.

It’s either my blood, or hers.

Dull ache and rising, circling pressure in her lower belly, the soft feeling of something hot and tight hugging him. Hot breath gathering in the crook of her neck like steam against the window glass. Ragged moans of pleasure, limbs tangled in messy silk sheets.

And then bliss. And soon, the sound of a snoring man filling the spacious bedroom they share in her apartment.

Riyo got up, wary of her movements as she stepped into the pile of forgotten pieces of clothing and underwear they scattered all over the room in a rush of longing and chemistry linking their bodies together.

Cold bathroom tiles stung the soles of her feet as she looked in the mirror.

The bacta Syntflax bandages were said to be the most recent and useful invention of Galactic science, at least that was what the medical droid said. Completely weightless, they healed even the harshest injuries of all kinds, then mending together with skin until they disappeared, invisible to the naked eye.

Thank Moon Goddess for that, the Pantoran senator thought as she laid the dressing on the edge of the porcelain sink.

The wide gash crossing her throat, now only a little bit darker than the light blue skin around it, should disappear in the matter of hours. Syntflax healed everything, even if it was caused by a Nabooian dagger.

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sennamybeloved · 2 years

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If Lucian and Senna could appear in one skin line of your choosing, which skin would you choose? If you could go anywhere in Runeterra with the two of them, where would you go? What initially made you fall for them?

HI TYSM FRIEND!! these are some very good questions. this probably going to be a very very long post though, so be warned.

1 - there are SO many skinlines i want to see lucian and senna in dude, i don't even know where to begin. i've written them into so so many over these past 2 years i could go on about this question for literal hours. but, for the sake of your sanity, i will only be including the most notable of the bunch;

demacia vice senna!! ik demacia vice is 6 ft under but i will never let go of her. in my version of her lore, she and lucian were once a married couple that worked for the dpd as detective partners, before they were separated by a terrible accident that left lucian on the brink of death. he was fortunately rescued from the rubble, after which he promptly underwent an emergency surgery that replaced most of his body with machine. he was saved, but senna was nowhere to be found. she was essentially wiped off the face of the earth for the next many years... before eventually turning up as a respected and revered crime lord out of literally nowhere. what happened to her in those seven years is entirely unknown, but now she and lucian are on opposite sides of the battlefield, and she shows know sign of switching back anytime soon. but even if she didn't have my complicated ass backstory, i would still love the skin. i just want to see her in a fun vaporwave setting.

i want to see both her and lucian in winter wonder! or, well, wanted, because that skinline is dead too. but seeing them in big fluffy winter coats and pastel blues would've been adorable!!! so adorable.

star guardian lucian/senna is forever my dream. i'm tired of them being so edgy and sad all the time i just want them to be cute magical girls that wear pastel colors and fight weird interdimensional alien creatures. i might get part of this dream fulfilled soon because,,,,cough cough, ,,leaks,, but bring it to pc and give me both of them riot. pj guardian skins would also be very appreciated

SPACE GROOVE WHERE THEY BOTH GET AFROS.

harrowing skins where they're both vampires. count lucian and countess senna.......they're an ancient vampire couple that live in an old victorian castle together........cmon riot.

and finally, i'd like to see any skinline where either of them are cast as a villain. blood moon demon senna, coven senna, some type of soulhunter/soulstealer lucian.,, egh. i love them so much

2 - i would take them to ionia! it's so beautiful there. i just want to take walks in the beautiful ancient forests with them or take them to some of the festivals.......it would be so nice to see them exist in a more peaceful setting for once

3 - honestly i,, don't know?? i just laid eyes on them one day and they haven't left my brain since. but i do think a huge contributing factor to it was how in love they are with each other. listening to their little interactions and seeing all the cute fanart of them warmed my heart so damn much. i still think that like, 60% of my yearning is just me thinking about them kissing each other.

#SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LONG. i couldn't stop the words #【 💚 】 ✦ * · ˚ — death is drawn to life │ r: senna .#【 🖤 】 ✦ * · ˚ — a steadfast heart │ r: lucian .#lotus answers #honorable mentions for the skinlines: heartseaker (or crystal rose wedding skins)#and spirit blossom #:)#【 🌿 】 ✦ * · ˚ — i live to let you shine │ polyship: lucian + senna .

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