#smuggler au

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Thorn in My Side

Fandom: Star Wars - The Acolyte (Smuggler AU)

Pairing: Qimir x GN!Reader

Summary: A client has asked you you steal some weapons from an opposing gang. You get the help of your favorite smuggler to get you an in and both of you can finish the job.

A/N: in the same universe as Broken Promises

Qimir Masterlist

You’re fiddling with a wire when you suddenly stop, “Must you breathe so hard?” You question directed to your companion behind you.

“I’m nervous,” he simply responds.

“You’re nervous?! I’m the one hacking into this thing!” you gesture to the weapons vault in front of you.

“I’m nervous for you!”

You sigh and look over your shoulder, “Qimir, take three big steps back.”

He holds his hands up in surrender, taking steps away from you. You murmur a “thanks” and proceed to continue working on the wires.

Eventually, the vault light goes green and the doors slide open. You immediately start grabbing crates with various blasters, bombs, ammo, etc..

Qimir stumbles a bit with the weight of the crates, but he manages, "Did your client say how much they wanted us to take?" He starts bringing them towards the back door of the bar.

You shake your head, "Nope! As far as I know, they have issues with the Twi'lek gang. As long as the Twi'leks are losing something, my client is winning."

"Makes sense, I guess," Qimir says as he heads to the freighter outside to start loading up the weapons.

You take a look at your chronos on your wrist, a timer telling you that the minutes are almost up.

"Qi, we gotta hurry!" It's been twenty minutes since all of the Twi'leks had fallen unconscious due to you slipping a sleeping concoction into their drinks.

You help Qimir carry crates onto the freighter, somewhat carelessly tossing them into the cargo because there was absolutely no time to organize.

The two of you work in perfect sync, grabbing as much as you can, piling it in the freighter.

"HEY!" a twi'lek stands outside the back door, causing you and Qimir to freeze.

You hand Qimir one more crate and start pushing him into the ship, "Go! Go!" Blaster shots start going off as the ramp starts raising.

Qimir trips over crates as you head to the cockpit, starting up the ship.

"More are coming!" He calls out as he joins you.

"We're fine," the ship raises into the air and you bolt out of there, blaster shots still hitting the ship but do little to no damage.

Qimir lets out a breath of relief as he leans against the wall, "That was a close one."

You put the ship in autopilot and spin in the chair to face him, "You good?"

He nods, giving you a thumbs up, "I'm good."

You chuckle and stand, "C'mon, let's make contact with the client so we can get a rendezvous point."

__________________________

Selleck, the Rodian who employed you for this job, gets a good look at the haul you brought back. He nods, speaking to his Rodian henchmen in various hoot-like noises. He then turns back to you and speaks basic, with a hint of a lisp, "You did well. You said this was half their vault's contents?"

You nod, "Although, we prioritized getting the bigger items since that would hurt them the most."

"Good thinking. We'll pay you the remaining half of the credits," Selleck nods to the Rodian on his left and, a sack of credits being tossed your way.

You take a quick look inside, it looking to be the amount of credits, "Pleasure doing business with you."

"And you as well," Selleck turns to head back to his ship, the remaining Rodians loading up the haul.

You and Qimir proceed to your own ship. You hand Qimir the bag of credits, "Your half, as promised."

"Thanks," Qimir says with an eager smirk. He tosses the bag in his hand, "We make a great team."

You cross your arms over your chest, cock a brow at him, "That so?"

"Yeah. We work well together."

"Aside from when you're breathing down my neck while I slice into the vault, sure. I guess we did pretty decently."

"Why don't I stay with you?" he proposes.

Your brows shoot up in surprise, "Excuse me?"

He shrugs, "I'm not gonna lie, my time with the Hutts has gotten...boring. But going on this job with you, it broad some fun back into my life! So whaddaya say? We team up, get jobs done, split the pay!"

You couldn't deny the fact that it was nice to have someone else around with you on a job. You'd been flying solo for a majority of your time as a thief and slicer. You also liked Qimir. He was cool, you and he always shared some good conversations. He can hold on his own for the most part.

You shrug, "Sure. Why not?"

Qimir fists bumps into the air, "Yes! You won't regret this, Y/N. I promise!"

"I better not," you give him a playful nudge before heading to the cockpit, ready to head back to Batuu to enjoy the spoils of your labor.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A is pawnshop owner who works with Person B, an exiled god who smuggles godly relics and items from other realms and is very good at locating them in the human world. Person A gives Person B a place to stay off the radar of other gods, since Person A has a blessing that makes them undetectable to any supernatural entity and it rubs off on those around them, so as long Person B stays in their vicinity frequently, they will be indistinguishable from a normal human. Normally, Person B would be an easy target to any supernatural hunter without Person A’s gift, but is able to live a relatively normal and mundane life. But in exchange, they help Person A acquire real and genuine relics to sell to their more high paying customers. Person A doesn’t care about the money though, since their true passion is just collecting silly and pointless antiques, and the only way to keep their shop running without financial stress is to have some very expensive items for those who know how to ask.

[angrelysimpping]

Soul Mate AU

Soulmarks: tattoo like in appearance, soul marks form on all involved parties when the youngest member reaches their age of majority. Touching someone's soulmark without their consent is considered incredibly taboo and violating. Touching someone’s soulmark when baring the matching mark is supposed to be incredibly pleasurable for all parties involved, more so if it is the two marks that are touching.

ref link, tho I'm gonna put the same soulmark descriptions under each character anyway 

Contents: DoL relationships; Avery's anger issues; public stuff; doctor/patiant, mildly; talk of cutting (Kylar's section); teacher/student, mildly; farm fuckery (aka, Remy's whole fucking section); cat Bailey AU; FUCT Robin AU; Yandere Avery AU; Eldritch PC AU

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Alex

(93)

Geometric shapes. Bold, dark lines. Elbow to shoulder on their right arm. 

Loves touching your soulmark. Loves you touching their soulmark. Loves all of it.

Higher dominance Alex is likely to brush their hand down your soul mark whenever they have the chance. Even if it might be considered “rude” to do so in front of others. 

Lower dominance waits for more private moments. A teasing stroke over your mark while shielded from prying eyes, shivering if you return the favor and ghost a hand over their mark. 

Loves cuddling in the morning, pressed against each other, absentmindedly tracing the lines of your matching marks. 

Avery

(153)

Thin, delicate, lace like lines across their collar bones. Ends in thick, jagged lines going down their sternum 

God, there’s so much pressure on you to act absolutely perfect if you actually want Avery to let you walk around with a matching mark. 

That said, they like touching your mark.

At low anger, they’re tender, tips of their fingers gliding over the marks. 

They may even let you touch their marks, though not often. It’s very rare for Avery to allow it. Something about you touching their marks makes them feel out of sorts, out of control. So, it’s only when they’re drained from work that they indulge in the lazy pleasure of allowing you to take care of them in this way. A hand tucked between their legs and your tongue tracing their marks. 

High rage Avery presses down on your marks hard enough to make your vision blur, pain mixed into the act that would normally bring pleasure. But, you won’t make them do that too often, will you? 

Bailey

(215)

Thin lines that crisscrosses their lower stomach in an intricate pattern and circles around their upper thighs. 

It’s a stupid situation, trying to wrangle one of their brats in their own fucking office, it that’s Bailey’s life: stupid situation after stupid fucking situation.

Except when you headbutt their stomach, shirt having ridden up from the physical activity, and your skin brushes over the marks that had only recently bloomed across their skin, it somehow gets worse. 

What do you mean that the pain they brace themself for never comes? Or, it does, but mostly covered in strange euphoria. 

But, Bailey knows what that means, new anger sparking within them and fueling their ability to pin you down, to tear at your clothes, to expose your mark. 

Your mark that matches Bailey’s.

And they press down on it, thumbs digging into the soft of your thighs as you squirm under them. They hope you feel more pain than pleasure.

They have to keep you, they think. Who knows how you could be used against them if others find out? 

And what are you to them, anyway? Important, one way or another, apparently.

So, fuck you. 

Varey rarely touches your marks after that and forbids you from touching their’s.

Yet, sometimes, you’ll wake up with Bailey’s hands pressed against the mark, palm flat and fingers splayed, dark eyes fixed on that point of contact.

Briar

(108)

One thick line running over the knuckles on their right hand. 

Oh, new lil star walking into Briar’s lovely establishment with marks that match the one that just recently bloomed across their knuckles. How interesting. 

Enjoys taking your hand in theirs, ringed thumb rolling over the mark on your knuckles, watching you shiver at such a simple action. 

Especially likes touching your marks in public and letting others see how it affects you. 

That said, not keen on you doing the same to them. When especially tense, they don't mind the pad of your thumb following the line across the ridges of their knuckles while in their office. Lets their head tilt back, eyes shutting as their muscles relax. 

Black Wolf

(83)

Jagged marks under their left eye

It's actually quite easy to overlook their mark, looking almost like a scar. 

Brushing your thumb over the mark has Black Wolf relaxing, regardless of if they’re the alpha or not.

When they’re the alpha, they’ll climb on top of you, rutting against your thigh as you trace the mark.

When you’re the alpha, they roll over, wanting you to straddle them as your fingers linger.

As for them, they like licking your mark, regardless of how close to your eye it is.

Darryl

(88)

A thick ring around their left pinky

So nervous when they realize they share a mark with you. 

Covers up their own mark and it takes them a while to build up the courage to tell you that you have matching marks.

Very gentle the first time they touch your mark, asking if it’s okay in a voice barely above a whisper, fine tremor running through their hands.

Nervous when you first touch their mark, but doesn’t regret it a bit.

Likes hooking your pinkies together, a cross between holding hands and a pinky promise. 

Doren 

(103)

Looks like the letters of a dead language encircling their right wrist. 

Will not let you touch it in public, and that goes double when at school.

Also won’t touch your mark in public.

Well, they might if it’s to calm you down if you’re having a particularly rough day, though behind the privacy of a closed door or secluded corner.

Very gentle when they touch your mark, brushing over your wrist like it’s something fragile, breakable. 

Only really allows you to touch their mark when at their apartment, though if you’re holding hands then it’s easy to pretend that it’s an accident if you press your marks together and make Doren stumble a little.

Eden

(139)

Thick, almost painful looking lines over their left breast and going up their neck. Stops under their jaw. 

Don’t touch their marks. 

Don’t do it.

Even though you bare their match, their mirror, do not touch Eden’s marks.

At least, not until they trust you.

Even then, you’re risking your ass to touch Eden’s marks.

They like it, though it feels incredibly vulnerable, thus, don’t do it.

You can get away with it during sex, usually. Unless they’re punishing you. Then you’re gonna get slapped. 

Also more likely to get away with touching their marks when they’re falling asleep, little shiver of pleasure running through them as they drift off.

All this said, they’re touching your marks whenever the fuck they want.

Especially loves grabbing you by the chin and rubbing their thumb along the marks under your jaw. Double so if you’ve been acting like a brat. A good reminder that you’re theirs, no matter what. 

Great Hawk

(59)

Small intersecting circles under their right eye.

Please touch their marks.

So proud of their marks now that they’ve come in and they adore you paying any attention to them.

Chirps every time you touch them, all puffed up.

Often nuzzles your marks. Loves brushing against them with their feathers. 

Favorite time to have their marks touched or to touch your marks is when flying together.

Gwylan 

(75)

Very complex markings running down the length of their spine. 

It’s rare for their marks to be visible and is at a loss for words when they find out you wear their match.

Doesn’t really like them touched, to be honest. It’s weirdly intense, with it being along their spine and all. 

Only really likes it if you run a feather light finger down their spine. Not too much pressure, just enough for them to feel it. 

Also not big on touching your marks, either. 

Harper

(102)

Thin, barely noticeable spirals on their tongue.

God they're so fucking ecstatic to touch your mark at all fucking times. 

Every time you see Harper, they wanna check your tongue, rubbing their thumb over the marks. 

You're really lucky they haven't yet found a way to do away with the gloves yet when in the hospital. 

If you're ever in the asylum, they're not wearing gloves.

Would adore you touching their marks if they weren't on their tongue. Makes it kinda hard to remain “professional.”

That said, when they get to kiss you or coach you into kissing them, they nearly cream their pants from your soul marks touching. 

Kylar

(80)

Soft, faded looking lines that weave up their right arm like tendrils. Starts at their wrist, ends at their elbow. 

Touch!

Kylar's!

Marks!

Please!

Touching each others marks calms them down so fast.

Aggravates their jealousy like nothing else if you refuse to let them touch your marks. 

Always gets a soft look in their eyes when touching marks. 

Babbles about it when hysterical, rubbing your marks almost painfully hard. Why are you acting like this when there's proof right here that you are meant for them?

Maybe they should make sure your marks are deeper, more prominent, with their knife…

Leighton 

(109)

Bands around their right knee

They’ll know you’re soulmates long before you do.

And they’re not telling you, either.

Likes the spark of fear in your eyes when their hand first cups your knees, the confusion when pleasure runs up your spine when their thumb brushes the mark. 

Lets you stew, thinking something wrong  with you, like you’re a pervert for feeling pressure when Leighton, someone who isn’t your soulmate, touches your mark.

Would probably let you go on like that for a while, only revealing it as a power play. 

Doesn’t want you just randomly grabbing at their mark, but likes when you place your hand on their mark when giving them head.

Mason

(77)

Looks like gills on either side of their neck. 

Don’t touch their marks.

Don’t touch them at school. 

Don’t look at them.

Don’t acknowledge they’re your soulmate.

Their authority as a teacher is already undermined by their age and now this? One of their students is their soulmate?

Please say this is a bad joke. 

But, at the pond, when they’ve gotten to know you, maybe. 

Lets their eyes close as your fingers brush over them.

Hesitant on touching your marks but will if you insist. 

Remy

(161)

Small, dark spots behind their left ear. Some might say it's a cow print pattern. 

Fuck you.

They’ll never notice it if you drop into the riding school. Nor if you’re just Alex’s silly little partner.

No, the only way Remy finds you’re soulmate is during new cattle intake. 

And they’re pissed.

They’re always wearing their gloves, so at least you don’t react when they find it.

They’ll keep you in the dark about your matching marks. 

And then they keep you isolated until they figure out what the fuck to do with you.

Obedient cattle will find out eventually when they tug their gloves off, cupping your face and letting their thumb brush over your marks while you eat an apple out of their other hand.

Disobedient cattle find out when Remy has finally had it with you, ripping off their gloves and pressing their thumb against your marks so hard that it's more pain than pleasure, making your knees buckle and your will to fight flicker. 

Regardless, they won’t let you touch their marks. 

Robin

(85)

Thin, soft, intricate swirls in the middle of their chest. 

IT’S THEIR FAVORITE THING.

It’s so comforting, their best friend sharing their soulmark.

Huge boost of confidence anytime one of you touches the others marks.

Very flustered the first time due to the placement but gets more comfortable with it as time goes on.

Not big on touching soulmarks in public but only because of the placement. 

Low confidence Robin might be persuaded to touch soulmarks in semi public areas.

High confidence Robin might try to persuade you to touch soulmarks in semi public areas. 

Sydney 

(98)

Two thin lines starting at their shoulder blades and ending at their hips. 

Even though soulmarks are considered a divine symbol of love between partners, Sydney is hesitant to touch yours or let you touch theirs.

The higher their purity, the more likely they are to wait until you two are bound by the temple before touching soulmarks.

The more corrupt they become, the more likely it is that you can coax Sydney into taking off their shirt and letting you trace the marks on their back.

At their most corrupt, Sydney will slip their hand up the back of your shirt in somewhat public places to stroke over your marks. 

Whitney

(126)

Fluid, swirling lines on the inside of their right thigh. 

I hope you like wearing skirts ‘cause Whitney wants you in one at all times so they can hike it up and grab at your marks. 

And they will do that wherever they feel like.

At low dominance, they’ll stop if you tell them to at least?

Also, if you don’t wear a skirt, they’ll try to get their hands down your pants whenever they feel like messing with you and your marks.

And hey, Whitney is your soulmate. Shouldn’t you want to do shit that’ll make ‘em happy?

That’s what they’ll say, anyway.

As for touching their marks, they’ll only let you when alone. 

Even at low dominance, they’ll try to smack your hands away if you try to touch their marks when out public. 

Wren

(89)

Small swirls on their left ankle. Easily mistaken for an actual tattoo instead of a soul mark. 

Likely to kick off their shoes and press their foot against your mark under the table while playing blackjack as a way to distract you.

Gets flustered if you do it back to them, but tries to hide it behind wide smiles and low laughs.

Does sometimes daydream about having you laying under them, holding your foot, thumb brushing over your marks before dragging your leg over their shoulder and ducking down to give you head.

But, as your relationship is, it’s limited to playing footsie during card games.

BONUS

Cat Bailey

(83)

A bit better about touching marks but still isn't big on it.

Purrs every time you brush against their marks but don't ever mention that you noticed. 

It's really when they go into heat/rut that things change. They're more likely to grab at your marks, to press you against their's. 

Don't ever mention how sometimes you'll wake up to find Bailey resting with their cheek against the marks on your stomach, eyes closed, purr rumbling in their chest and tail flicking lazily. 

Fuct Robin

(68)

Less into soul mark touching, really.

Sure, they still like it, but it makes them feel out of sorts, like they’re still the fresh 18 year old in a cramped orphanage room fumbling around with their partner they were when you first got your matching marks. 

Though, they’re much more touchy with your marks. Likes sleeping with a hand pressed to the marks on your chest. Stops nightmares.

Yandere Avery

(89)

Hope you don't get cold easily because Avery isn't allowing you to wear anything that covers your marks when you're home. 

Out and about, they make you cover up more, but any passerby can tell your marks match. What, you didn't think you were leaving the house without them, did you?

Touchs your marks all the time: right when they wake up, when they first get home after work, before falling asleep. All. The. Time. 

Also more likely to touch your marks out in public, but only very rarely. 

Eldritch PC

(71)

The soul marks have added tentacle motifs now, lol.

More intense for when your partner touches you.

Doesn’t mind the intensity: 

Alex

Darryl

Doren

Eden

Great Hawk

Leighton

Robin

Pure Sydney

Cat Bailey

Yandere Avery

Less likely to touch because of the intensity:

Avery

Bailey

Briar

Black Wolf

Gwylan

Mason

Remy

Whitney

Fuct Robin

Likes the intensity: 

Harper

Kylar

Corrupt Sydney

Whitney

Wren

Black Wolf

Great Hawk

Fuct Robin

Yandere Avery

[msuolo]

Solo's lucky dice

[nopecho]

Heathers x DOL AU💞✨

Not sure if I'll continue this AU BUT-

Here's my ideas so far! (It's mostly based on the Musical. I've seen the movie, but didn't really enjoy it)

OK!!! Characters

Heather Chandler is Bailey. She's the driving force that kickstarts the whole plot, it makes sense to me.

Heather Mc Namara is Eden. It's been said that Eden and Bailey were close friends, but something made them drift apart. This is kinda a parallel in the musical too. Also Eden's timid personality fits well Imo,

Heather Duke is Harper. Why? 'cause Harper is ultimately power hungry! In game, they're hungry for power over PC. In this version, Harper wants to be the n.1 girl to gain power over the mass.

~other~

Imo Veronica should be the PC. She is the main character, after all. Martha is Robin, the besties since forever and soft vibes should be self explanatory. Ms Fleming is either Winter, Sirris or Doren. I'm sorry Leighton lovers, I just don't see her in the "teacher that pretends to care" role. She wouldn't give a shit to begin with. Kurt and Ram should be Wren and Landry. Two jocks, two criminals! It feels fitting :)

Which begs the question... Who the hell will play JD? (prepare for a hot take)

Whitney. It's Whitney.

Now ~some~ of you might say "but Kylar!!" I DISAGREE.

THE FIRST SCENE he gets introduced, JD beats a bunch of jocks with his bare hands (Kylar don't do shit without his knife or drugs). You know right off the bat JD is a douche broody bad boy with issues. Drinks himself into a smoothie induced brain freeze (milkshake anyone?) And you KNOW he can get violent either to protect his boo, or straight up beat up anyone crosses him.

Kylar will still make cameos here in there but IMO he wouldn't be the main cast. Also I can't stand the bastard.

So! Let me know what you think!! I will gladly recieve suggestions and ideas!!

[inkyquince]

YOU MAKE ME WEEP 😭 I MISS YOU AND I HAVEN'T BEEN ON. can't wait for the semester to wrap up. but i did get a job for the summer hahaha!!

i'm trying to get pregnant by kylar or eden. so far i have FAILED.

honestly, i must ask how you would think wren would be as a parent. would love to hear any thoughts on that!!!

THIS GOT BURIED, IM SO SORRY!!

DW, we know how Eden and Kylar are. Non stop fuck nasty machines.

Okay, for Wren as a dad, it... Depends?

Like, does he like you as a fuck buddy or does he... Like you, like you? Like Like... Like Love Like?

Cuz if its the first one, I think the best you get is that he's going to be not present at all. Like he sends money, he's going to show up some days to absolutely dazzle your kid with a horse ride and presents and shit, and then won't come and visit for another 8 months. He's flighty as fuck, he's busy. Your kid will have his beautiful hair, maybe his soft brown eyes. Maybe your kid will always love him because he's the cool fun dad who spoils them when he does come around. Maybe they get disenchanted by him by the time they hit their teens. He doesn't pick up when they call, he doesn't come to important events. Maybe one day he comes by with a couple of presents and they flatly turn down going out for a day with him. You might get to watch his face fall a bit. Maybe just his eyes just get a bit duller.

Your kid goes off to hang out with friends and you and Wren get to have a drink together for the first time in ages, since his attention is normally on your kid, never you. He's down. Says he wants to do better. But you know him by now. So you just offer a pat on the back, and wonder if this is the last time you'll see him again, since he's finally been turned away by his kid, and has no reason to come back anymore.

NOW, if you're someone he actually fucking likes?

My god. Wants his annoying input in everything you do. Choosing a flat? "Sunshine, babycakes, darling, its cheaper to get a lil cottage out on the farmlands, and then I can come by every night after work and-" Deciding on a crib? "Sweetheart, muffin, angel face, let me see if i can get it handmade, never should trust the plastic shit, fuck, I slept in the top drawer for the first 3 months of my life, baby-" Like its cute, but shut up babe.

He's going to be in your damn life. Even if you say he can take a backseat, he's fucking taking that backseat out, taking out the gear stick and putting his seat there. Fuck you.

Somehow got into your phone to get a copy of important upcoming dates, and he skids into the ultrasound, all sweaty, just as you're getting your gown on.

He's going to be your fucking best friend in this. That's Wren as a lover, boyfriend, partner, it's as a best friend who really wants to get into your pants and deigns to bombard you with sloppy kisses just because he knows it makes you swat at him.

He would sometimes not show up days in a row, but it's never months. Just a few days, and he comes back with an oversized plush under his arm, or a stupidly big cake or something.

He loves that kid man. He's always gonna love his kid, but they aren't an afterthought anymore. He wants 50 more hours in the day, so he doesn't have to choose between work and his home.

Wren's also fucking terrified. He knows the town he lives in, its why he wanted you in the farmlands, not in town. Will beg you to consider homeschooling. In his perfect world, his kid never steps foot in town, and gets to grow up with nature, and feeling safe. Doesn't matter what age, he wants to be old as fuck, and have his 40 year old kid still at home and training horses or something.

Wren, overall, as a parent would love his kid. But his relationship with you would decide how much he wants to actually be there.

[dirtysouvenir]

Posted the uncensored version on my Twitter @/dirtysouvenir 🫶

[wizard-amulang]

post TROS smuggler Hux and slave Kylo AU

They didn’t hope to meet each other alive

For Hux, this sudden encounter at the slave market was a little bit disappointing. He thought that his only weakness had finally sunk into oblivion and remained in the past forever. But it wasn’t. Of course, Hux couldn’t help but take pleasure in the idea that the cause of his muny suffering in the past would be his thing now

For Kylo that was salvation. Maybe, it would be unpleasant to meet a traitor-exlover for someone else. But when Kylo lost touch with the force, he became weak enough to cling to glimpses of the past. He was really blessed to see Hux

[wardzold]

Upright Crooks' pizza time :) Kate(cathar) and Blukru(zabrak) belongs to @venbiiru

[shih-coulda-had-it]

mando!torino & jedi master!nana + padawan!toshinori scenario

Nana is busy snooping around on some Outer Rim planet and has left Sorahiko to be Toshinori's babysitter. Although there's an active podracing scene, she explicitly tells Toshinori that he is NOT allowed to participate (mostly because they don't have the credits to even rent a prefab podracer).

Toshinori: Sorahiko, Master Nana says we can't go podracing :(

Sorahiko, remembering that Jedi have supernatural reflexes and Toshinori could be the underdog that wins them so many credits: Really? Hm. Do you want to, though?

Toshinori: ... Yeah?

It takes some time, but Sorahiko gets them a podracer (he menaced some poor bastard for it), gets Toshinori practice in driving, and by the time they're on the official race track, Sorahiko is less confident in Toshinori's ability to race, but hell, the kid looks happy. The track rules are way more flexible here than Tatooine's, but that doesn't mean the dangers are lesser.

Sorahiko manages to make a one-room cockpit fit two. He lets Toshinori borrow his helmet and gets goggles for himself. They are just unlucky enough that Nana finishes her investigation just in time to see a camera zoom in on "The Mando Kid & His Bodyguard". The pod looks like a wheel-less Ford Torino, by the way.

[thedayoftoast]

Fanart for chapter 12 of the fic "You, Me and a Starlight Class Light Freighter." I love how Rey is characterized in this fic.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

National Trading Cards Day

Person A is part of a family with the gift to trap people in cards with a magic similar to cryosleep/suspended animation, since the magic can be reversed and the people freed. All of their relatives use it to make money - sometimes by trapping criminals and keeping decks that are effectively prisons, or working as bounty hunters and capturing their targets in cards to easily transport them to whoever paid for them, and so on. But Person A uses it to smuggle people over borders and out of harms way, claiming to be a traveling magician/tarot reader. Unlike their relatives, they don’t make much money and often work for free. Person B is someone they helped who eventually became wealthy and begins to fund Person A’s efforts and travel expenses.

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[angrelysimpping]

abt ur animal au for DoL uhh what they doing first if they woke up as half-humans

eeeeeeey, i answered something like this before

Alex, Robin, Kylar, and Sydney find you and tell you you about it.

Avery fucks off until they have everything under control. Won't tell you about it if they can help it.

Bailey will also fuck off and not tell you shit unless you catch them with animal features.

Eden drags you back to the cabin. They're not talking about their new animal features.

Whitney scurries off and will not acknowledge their new animal features if they don't have to.

Wren also darts off but they might tease you with their animal features. Never admits they were the stray you took in, though.

[msuolo]

“Is that Princess Palpatine's shuttle?”

[venbiiru]

K and Cheese modern au

Cheese (Moizi) belong to @wardzold

[inkyquince]

Shared Three Ways: Part 2

Remy x Wren x Male!PC x Niki

After you have Wren to keep you company at the estate, it feels like things are slowly getting better. Even if Niki is still strange towards you and Remy is an antisocial prick, at least you have someone to fall back on. But something still lurks underneath the surface...

Content Warning. Piss Drinking (Reader isn't drinking it). Stepcest. Dubcon (Reader has been drinking but gets really into it). Implied and obvious voyeurism. Camera recording of sexual acts. Alcohol. Also I lied, Part 2 is Niki centric and Remy is for part 3. Then Papa is part 4. 5.1k words.

(part 1/ part 2/ part 3/ part 4)

2 virginities remaining. 

Dawn had just about started to breach the skyline, early enough for the birds to struggle to wake up, but four people on the estate were wide awake. 

From your parent’s room, where your soon-to-be stepfather was sleeping, facing the wall, with your mother snuggled up against his back, arm curled possessively over his hip, down a separate flight of stairs, to where their brood slept. Or, where they were supposed to be sleeping. Niki was up in his red room, but for once, he wasn’t developing any photos. No, he was meticulously slipping the memory card out of his busted camera, making sure it was unharmed as he flicked the desk lamp on and examined it. With a grateful sigh, he set it down to pick up his older, spare camera from inside his desk drawer. Discarding the old card, which stored pictures of his mother and baby pictures of him and Remy, he put the new one in, and lovingly looked over his new collection of treasures. 

Across the hall from Niki’s bedroom, was Remy’s, with his door wide open and his bed deserted. 

Down from where he should have been sleeping, he stood, peeking in through the last door of note, that was open just enough to let warm, watery light creep out. His own breathing and jerking of his slicked cock almost drowned out the sound of moans and the slapping of skin against wet skin. Remy stared through the gap, one hand gripping his balls tightly, as if trying to stop them from cumming, his other hand focused on milking the tip of his cock, thumb digging into his weeping slit. Blood dripped into the precum, mixing with the milky substance, as his canine sunk deep into his bottom lip, fighting against letting his grunting get any louder. 

And inside? Inside, Wren had your ankles by your head, folding you neatly against your plush covers and splitting your ass open on his dick, yet again. Everytime you got a bit too loud, with a breathy moan or a whine, the farmhand greedily smothered your mouth with his, breathing through his nose just so his tongue could taste yours. The wet kisses you two exchanged didn’t make Remy feel dirty for watching, intruding on a private moment between you two. Neither did the way Wren playfully batted your hands away from your cock, chiding softly, gently, lovingly. Nor the way that Wren used you to reach his climax, gripping your hips and digging his thumbs into the dips, hammering into you harder and harder, becoming breathless. 

But it was the way you two periodically would chuckle into each other’s mouth, Wren’s cussing and snort as his foot slipped and he nearly fell off the bed, the way you two would take breathers and whisper something to each other before muffling your laughter. It made his teeth grind. 

He wasn’t a cuck. If it was anyone else, if it was Niki? Then he’d rip Wren off of him. He’d kick him in the stomach until he threw up and then he would start threatening. Branding, tied up for the farmhands to fuck. Then take Wren back to his room and ride him properly. He wouldn’t have watched until his toes felt numb, his head aching from his induced slow breathing so he wasn’t too loud. He would be transfixed by the way your cock lay, unattended, useless, drooling on your stomach as you whined for Wren to touch it. 

Just the memory of your cock suddenly expelling so much cum, all over your stomach had him finally tip over the edge. He cupped his hand in front of his cockhead, catching nearly all of his own cum, forced to bite down on the edge of his shirt to keep quiet and not to stain any of his clothes. A few drops rolled down his palm and landed in front of your door. Remy glanced inside for a moment, to Wren kissing along your throat, before backing away and slipping away to the bathroom diagonal from your room. You didn’t get an ensuite, like he did and for the first time, he was happy about it. 

Shutting the door behind him, he exhaled low and heady, letting his shirt, crumpled with saliva, fall back over his lean stomach. Remy went over to the toilet, about to let his cum drip freely from his fingers into the bowl, before freezing. He turned back towards the sink, ignoring his reflection that showed a ruffled young man, with coloured cheeks and saliva streaked lips. 

He eyed your face wash, your mouthwash, your toothpaste… His cock twitched with interest as he reached for your toothbrush. 

The next morning rolled around slowly, and then all at once. It seemed like only seconds passed between Wren pressing kisses just behind your ear, down to the nape of your neck, and him yanking on his jeans as the whole house slowly came to life, creaking of your mom and step dad walking around upstairs, the slamming of Remy’s door and the pitter patter of Niki’s quick feet. 

“You’re making me lose track of time up here.” He gave a rush of laughter, grinning at you as he made sure his cock was out of the way before he hurriedly zipped up his trousers. “Same time tonight? Maybe see you at lunch? Tell you what, slip away from breakfast and I’ll be at the stables-” 

“Has anyone told you that you’re fucking insatiable?” You grumbled half heartedly from your place on the bed, slowly getting the feeling back into your thighs. 

“Nope.” Wren shrugged on his dusty suspenders and pinged them against his chest as he emphasised the ‘p’. “Must be whatever makes that ass so addictive.” 

You snorted softly, the faint memories of him tangled up with Remy probing at your good mood, as if tempting to sour the morning. Something must have shown along the curve of your lips, or the look in your eyes because the farm boy immediately crawled over to you, across the bed, insisting on kissing along your exposed skin. 

“Are you the jealous type? Cause that’s pretty hot.” You batted at his chest as he tried to capture your sore lips. “And if you are, just keep in mind I’m a cuddler. I like to stay the night and see if I can hot dog my dick to keep it warm.” 

You wrinkled your nose before snorting again, this time with laughter at the image. 

“Gross. Anyway, pretty sure everyone else kicks you out before you can start cuddling.” There was an underlying challenge in your tone, as if egging him to refute your claim. 

He just looked at you, his easy grin turning more into a half sneer before he fixed it into a smirk. 

“Believe what you want.” Wren finally responded, pulling his sturdy, dusty boots on. His shoulders were tense with displeasure. “I’ll see you whenever, I guess-” 

Grown tired of his melodrama, you hooked your finger into his mouth mid-snide-farewell and, like hooking a fish’s cheek, yoinked him to face you. 

“I don’t care that Remy kicks you out before you get to try and squish your dick between his ass cheeks. Just don’t lie to me, alright? Or, omit shit. Just be frank with me.” You made sure to keep eye contact. 

Wren’s posture slowly relaxed. In fact, seemingly agreeing with your request, raised his eyebrows and sucked on your finger with a faux look of seduction. You quickly yanked your finger out of his mouth, letting forth a boyish stream of his chuckles, freckled nose scrunching as you wiped the saliva off, onto your sheets. 

“I could make a really bad joke about how can I be ‘Frank’ when I’m ‘Wre’- nevermind, I wanna stay in your good graces.” He quickly leaned over and kissed you on the mouth, his fingers coming up to brush your cheek. “Just wander outside and I’ll be sure to be ready to drop trousers and see to you.” 

You dropped back against your pillows as Wren, looking oh-so happy with himself, slowly opened your door to peek out. He was about to slide out when his eyebrows shot up into his messy blond waves and quickly shut the door, instead practically diving under your bed, knocking into your suitcase with a loud cuss. You barely had time to ask him what the hell when your door suddenly opened without warning, and you quickly wrenched your sheets up to cover yourself properly. 

“Give it back!” Niki stood there, ruffled and unkempt, looking like he barely slept a wink. “Give it!” 

“Nik- Wha-” You barely managed before the smaller boy was on you, uncaring about your half naked state, gripping your wrists with freakish strength, unexpected from him. 

“I know you fucking took it! You were in my room, you took it! I didn’t do anything wrong, they’re just candids! Give it back you fucking thief!” Niki, despite his anger, was pale with panic. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You finally barked back, trying to push him back. 

“You’re not…You’re not allowed…” Niki huffed, as if struggling to breath through his temper. “I’ll fucking kill… You… Give…” 

His panic crept through his wrath, and he slowly stopped trying to hit you, his floppy box-dyed hair sticking to his skin. Niki slid off the side of the bed, and landed on his ass on the carpeted floor by your bed, breathing heavy. A part of you wondered if Wren had a good view of his ass right now, but instead quickly covered yourself properly with your sheet before swinging your legs out of bed, resting them against Niki’s shoulder. 

“Hey… Niki?” Your voice was very gentle, as if anything louder than a polite murmur would set him off again. “I… I didn’t take anything from you, I swear. You can check my room if it makes you feel better.” 

You didn’t know why you were being so polite with one of the people that had made your stay so bad, ignoring you at every turn and obviously not attending “family” meals with the rest of you. Something about his pure blind panic, and the tears shining against his dull eyes made you feel sorry for the guy. 

“... Really?” He finally said, fighting back a hiccup. 

“Really. I don’t even know where your room is.” You tried for a smile which Niki seemed to stare at. 

“... Yeah. You don’t.” He said, more to himself. He wiped a ratty jumper sleeve against his eyes and breathed hard through his nose. “... Sorry.” 

Something inside you celebrated. You felt like you gained a bit of mileage with him, even if it did cost you a peaceful morning and several hits to your chest. You offered some of the tissues in the box to him, hoping that he hadn’t seen the scrunched up ones from when Wren was cleaning both you and him up. 

He took a few and dabbed his eyes. 

“Thanks.” He muttered, pushing back his hair, only for it to flop back into his face. 

“No problem.” You put them back, jerking a bit when you felt a finger poke your heel. Fuckin’ Wren. “I’m sure whatever you’re missing has just fallen down somewhere or something. Yknow?” 

Niki gave you an inscrutable look, the tip of his nose slightly red. 

“... Maybe…” He stuffed the tissues into his pocket. “I’ll check. Sorry about… Y’know.” 

“No worries,” You lied. “... I hope next time you feel like you can come in and talk, instead of… Y'know. Hitting first.” 

Niki gave you a small smile, amused. 

“Maybe.” He repeated, softer this time. He looked so docile, it made you feel sorry for him for the first time. 

“Yeah, maybe.” You echoed. “Maybe you could knock and come in and I’ll be a cooler big brother than Remy and let you vent?” 

You felt in an instant that you took it too far. Niki’s face immediately flushed and he gasped out something that you couldn’t even decipher. Then he ran for the door and slammed it shut behind him with a loud bang. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Wren poked his head out from underneath your bed. “1. What the fuck was all that about? And 2, I think you fucked it at the end there.” 

“Yes. Thank you, Wren.” You rubbed at your eyes, already feeling weary despite the fact it was barely 9am. “Wasn’t it time for you to scatter?” 

Wren pulled himself out from underneath your bed, dusting off his ass. 

“I’m just sad that I didn’t get to find anything fun under there. Like your diary where you talk about how much you looove me and my dick. Or dildos. Or maybe girly underwear that you like to wear.” 

“Wren-” 

“Yeah, yeah, sunshine, I’m going.” Instead of trying the door again, he shimmied open your window and slung one long leg out, giving you a parting grin. “You’re also nicer than me. I’d have pried into what he lost that would have caused that crybaby melt down.” 

Before you could reply, he promptly dropped down from your window. You heard the sound of him landing on a balcony below your window before the creak of the old vine being weighed down. Then the crunch of gravel. Finally, the cheery whistle of him walking away from the house, towards his cottage. 

The day passed normally. You threw out your toothpaste because it tasted weird before going downstairs to the rest of them, your mother picking and then pecking at small pieces of grapefruit, next to your stepfather who reads through a newspaper, cup of black coffee steaming next to his hand, where a lit cigarette winked its orange eye at you. Remy was down here too, tearing a piece of toast to pieces with his fingers but, thankfully, ignoring you this time. 

Your mom started chatting the moment she saw you, perking up and talking about “taking her boys” out shopping in town, blind to the disgusted look on Remy’s face. You coughed a bit, partially from embarrassment but also the smoke curling from the patriarch's section. He glanced at you and stubbed out his cigarette, instead taking a sip of coffee. 

“Sadly,” He finally said, folding up his newspaper, silencing your mother with just one word when you were used to it taking a small barrage of polite noises and coughs for her to quieten down. “There is too much to be done right now. It’s going to be especially busy for Remy. Niki also needs to have more lessons added before he can graduate. And…” 

He turned his eyes, steely and inscrutable, to you. 

“I’m sure he’ll find something to do while his brothers are busy. I heard you’ve taken up riding lessons with Wren.” 

You struggled not to joke on the juice you were sipping and Remy threw down his torn piece of toast and stood up. Your stepfather’s face remained impassive but there was something amused deep in his eyes.

“Oh, riding! That’s good! Girls love a good rider.” Your mother gave you a soft, dreamy smile, lost in the fantasy of her with her own horse rider husband and you marrying a girl who apparently liked exactly the same thing. 

Remy muttered a vague ‘excuse me’ and stalked off as you wondered which one of your step brothers decided to make your morning just a bit worse by telling your step father these things. 

So life dragged on. Niki shut away, either in his bedroom, or elsewhere in the house. Remy ignored you, the only contact being when you two passed each other in the halls when he would ram his shoulder into yours and let you stumble in the wall. Your mother organising outings that she was excited to ‘bring her boys’ on, and your mother’s husband usually out in the fields or shut up in his office. You also noticed with alarm that your mother had started to rest her hand against her belly with a soft, content sigh. The one time you had to use her bathroom while she was with a personal tailor to make you a suit for the wedding (you had already put her fiance into the category of stepfather, knowing the only way the union not to happen at this state is for him to back out, which he didn’t seem interesting in), you noticed a stash of pregnancy tests in the cabinet under the sink. You felt dread prickle at the back of your neck and when you came out, your mother checked your forehead for a fever. The tailor quickly took your measurements but fled the estate, saying that he’ll just send samples of the fabric ahead. 

The event left a bad taste in your mouth, one that you couldn’t explain. It preyed on you more than you knew it should have. 

“Divorce is easy, babies are forever.” Wren hiccuped from his place next to you, abandoning his cards for another swig from the dusky bottle you two had been sharing, more on his insistence than anything else. 

“Amazing.” One of his friends hiccuped, squinting at his own line up. “Any other zingers up that sleeve, or those aces you pretend to win fair and square with.” 

Two others cackled and Wren flicked one of the extinguished butts of squashed cigarettes at the other one. 

“So, the big man is aiming to squeeze out a… Fourth-” 

“Third-” Wren interjected. 

“-Kid. Good for him. No offence kid.” The one to your right burped, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth before taking another swig. “At least this one is going to be from in-wedding lock.” 

“Wedlock?” 

“Cockblock?” 

“That doesn’t even-” 

“Anyway!” The one opposite you interjected. “You sure that your mam is already pregnant? Or just trying?” 

“I dunno.” You shuffled your own cards again, the little numbers just squiggles before your fuzzy eyes. God, you should stop letting Wren give you alcohol. “It’s just weird.” 

“You can say that again.” One of them was eyeing down the lip of the bottle suspiciously. “Imagine having a screaming shitting pissing monster running around that isn’t what’s his fuck, the one with the rat name. Oi, you didn’t spit into my drink did you?” 

“Oh, what if I did? It isn’t the first time you’ve had another man’s saliva in your mouth.” 

“Hey, I didn’t notice the bulge until we were leaving the pub-” 

“I’m not saying it’s bad, Wren has done worse than kiss another man-” 

“What the fuck you mean worse-” 

“I didn’t mean it like that!” 

“I need to go piss.” You finally said, standing up slowly, using the table to maintain some stability, only to stumble when Wren slapped your ass the first chance he got. “Hey!” 

“Sorry, I’ll kiss it better later.” He grinned, this time just pinching your thigh, before turning back to the card game. “Were we talking about me kissing men? I’ll show you more if you want.” 

“Yeah? Do I have to pay to watch you fuck-” 

“Why don’t we shut up and continue with the game?” 

The door swung shut on that good idea. Their bathroom was out of commission, with the missing friend having passed out, head mostly in the toilet bowl, so for the last 45 minutes everyone else had been going outside to piss and come back in. You took a long, deep breath of crisp, chilled air, ignoring the gentle throb from your bladder for a few moments to enjoy the refreshing breeze before fumbling with your belt. 

Your head swam thickly with the amount of drinks you had in such a short time with minimal food- you once again skipped dinner to hang out with Wren and that decision caught up to you stupidly quickly. You didn’t even notice a smaller figure peeking out at you around the corner. Not until they shut their video camera with a soft click. You blinked, glancing over and seeing Niki crouching underneath one of the windows to the cottage, clutching his camera close to his chest. 

“Hey, Nik.” You slurred, brain far too foggy to register anything weird about this. 

“Hi.” He whispered back, all bug eyed and flushed. 

You went back to fighting with your belt, not noticing his big stare, his mouth slowly parting to swipe his tongue along his lips. Finally getting it unbuckled, you fumbled for your cock and slipped it free from your trousers and gave a soft groan as you finally got to piss into the bushes, resting your forehead against the side of the cottage. The sound of urine hitting the ground and leaves seemed so distant to you, at first you didn’t notice it ceasing  and instead it sounded like it was hitting another liquid. You didn’t notice anything until you heard a soft whine. 

Opening your eyes, you fully believed that you were hallucinating at first, a combination of too much drink, not enough food, and something Wren had you smoke that you really hoped was weird weed. You blinked a few times at the scene before you could even make sense of it. 

Niki, with his camera abandoned at his knees, had crawled forward, his fingers digging into the dirt and his cock straining at his trousers, a small drop of precum seeping through the fabric. His eyes were closed, and his mouth opened, wide enough to catch the stream of piss you had been aiming at the ground, now gathering rapidly on his tongue. Only a few droplets dribbled free from his lips. You didn’t even grasp what was happening fully to pull away or do anything. Even then, what would you even do? You could just stare until your bladder was fully empty and only a few drops slipped past your slit. Niki slowly opened his eyes, mouth still full and closed his lips, refusing to break eye contact with you. Then, with a pronounced sound, he swallowed. Then sighed, low and pleasured. 

You still said nothing, mouth open just a bit and swaying on your feet. He obviously wasn’t put off by this, leaning forward and giving your slit a few kitten licks, as if cleaning the head free of any remaining droplets. He made soft moans with every lick, almost pornographic in their utterance. 

Your cock started to get hard at the stimulation, despite all you had to drink. The moment Niki felt it perking up, he gave an excited little gasp, his eyes closing shut again before taking your cockhead into his mouth, sucking gently. The sound was wet and sloppy, with his soft whines growing louder. Even when it was just the head getting stimulated, it was easy to make you stupidly hard, the little amount of blood that was already mostly alcohol, immediately going from your head to your crotch. You knotted your fingers into his hair, putting weight on Niki as he slurped on your dick more, moaning louder. 

“N-Niki…” You groaned, his dyed locks so soft in your grip, your head swimming, the world around you tilting, and everything feeling so good as he gripped the back of your thighs. 

“Big brother.” Niki pulled off your cock long enough to whine his words, before slapping it back against his tongue, letting the precum bridge between your slit and his taste buds. 

Those words shot through you. It made your balls tighten and throb. It made you twitch. Niki felt it, and you remembered back to that morning, when you playfully called yourself the better older brother. 

“Want it.” Niki whispered against your head, before sucking it back into his mouth, drool slipping down his chin. 

This was going beyond dizziness. Wren didn’t want you touching your cock, only using your ass to make you cum, and it all felt like too much stimulation. Too much alcohol, too much cold air, too much of a hot, tight mouth sucking at your dick desperately. You were going to cum, you needed to warn him. You opened your mouth. 

“Fuck.” You croaked out. Then came down his throat, hips stuttering as your balls emptied. 

Niki made a soft noise of surprise and then whined so loudly you were surprised no one inside came out, asking if you had stepped on a rabbit or something. His own body quivered, one hand dropping from the back of your thigh to cup his crotch as the fabric of his trousers darkened quickly, the smell of cum heady and heavy in the air. 

You managed to pull away from him, slumping against the wall of the cottage, panting hard. Niki was dabbing at his crotch, his ears red, but there was still an obvious tent in his jeans. You were too busy trying to catch your breath to notice him snatching up his camera and press record, focusing first on his stained trousers, before panning to your soft, flaccid cock and then up to your face. He held it there for a few moments, his hand creeping up to rest against your stomach then dropped it again. 

Finally, he settled it against a small stump next to the cottage and began to pull his trousers down, his erection springing up. 

“Come down here.” He whispered up at you, and you slowly blinked at him. Impatient, he gripped your belt loops and tugged you down, not caring about the sting of wood against your lower back as gravity dragged you. 

You landed with an undignified thump onto the hard ground, and Niki shuffled closer on his knees, reaching out to gently hold your head between his hands. His fingers eagerly caressed the skin of your temples, but you could only notice the fact his own cock, his own pretty, flushed, dripping cock was twitching in front of you, inches from your lips. 

Niki pressed your head back a bit, to look up at him, for the first time ever. His eyes, for the first time, reminded you of your stepfather, of Remy’s eyes, dark and glinting and full of promise. His bitten lips were parted, swollen from sucking you off, glinting with saliva. His hair flopping into his face, sticking to his sweating skin. He was horrifically pretty. 

Too lost in his face, you didn’t notice one of his hands dropping to grip the base of his cock, already throbbing with anticipation. 

“Suck it.” He whispered, eyes blown wide and abyssal. “Suck my cock, big brother.” 

It would be the first time. Wren often liked to have you kiss his cockhead before he pressed it into your ass, “for a good ride”. You had thought about it, being forced to take his girthy cock, but you two had yet to get around to it, even as Wren teased at the chance. But it sounded so deeply perverted coming from Niki’s pretty pink lips, with such a lewd nickname, more than it ever could coming from Wren and his innuendos and dirty talk. 

You immediately leaned forward and swallowed his slim cock down, taking him down to the base. You had nothing but liquid courage in your veins, you forgot gag reflexes were a thing. His cockhead hit the back of your throat and you started to gag immediately, but couldn’t pull your head away. Niki had curved his body over you, his hot breath hitting the top of your head and his arms wrapped around you. You didn’t even get a chance to start sucking, he had already started to hump into your mouth like a jack rabbit. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh….” He whined out, as you reached up to grip his thin hips, his pubes tickling the tip of your nose, even as closely trimmed as they were. “Yes… Yes…” 

You slowly shut your eyes with a low sigh, your gag reflex acting up less, giving you a chance to enjoy the taste of his precum infiltrating your mouth, salty and heady. You didn’t notice feeling Niki scramble for his camera, lifting it up to be level with your face as his cock fucked eagerly into your mouth, saliva coating it and your lips. The device shook in his unsteady hand but he refused to put it down, needing this, needing evidence, needing it all. 

You sucked, you stuck your tongue out a bit and swiped it along the base of his cock, nudging his balls. You switched between gentle and hard sucks, finding out Niki had all kinds of different sounds for everything you did. He whined and groaned and moaned and hissed through his teeth, nearly losing the gum he had kept hidden against the roof of his mouth. 

“Fuck… Fuck!” He whispered in between all of his musical noises. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum!” 

He gave you more warning than you did for him, but it was still a surprise when ropes of cum coated your tongue and slipped down your throat within seconds, and it was a miracle you didn’t choke on it. 

“Thank you…” You weren’t completely sure but you heard him whisper against your skin, panting hard. “Best big brother.” He added, almost dreamily. 

He slowly pulled out from your mouth, your lips and his cock glinting in the low light and tucked it back into his ruined jeans. You swallowed thickly, a part of you finding it funny that you finally got something warm to eat to balance out the alcohol. Niki hit stop on his camera and tucked it against his tummy, with a satisfied sigh. He wetted his lips with his tongue and slowly stood up, looking down at you with a strange, self satisfied crooked smile. 

“Come with me to my Red room.” He murmured, low and extending his hand. 

You only somewhat remembered the card game and Wren waiting inside of the cottage, but it didn’t seem real. The outside, the wind and the leaves and Niki felt real. His hand, warm, if somewhat sweaty, felt real, as you took it and he led you back to the house, his camera tucked under his arm as he gently swung your connected fingers. The low chatter from the dining room felt like a hazy dream as you and Niki ignored the doors leading to where the rest of the family ate. The carpet, when you both kicked off your shoes, underneath your feet felt real as he led you up, up, up, past the floor with your rooms, your parents rooms, up to the attic. 

The door swung shut behind you two, not slow enough for you both to notice someone following behind, but not quick enough for Remy not to spot that Niki was pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, bathed in red. 

The eldest son stared at the shut door, and heard the loud click of the lock turning. He ground his teeth together. 

Remy spat onto the ground in front of the attic door and went back downstairs, making up his mind. 

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