𑁍⋆ Eya - Ep. V ⋆𑁍
@sar-arts my beautiful ray of sunshine has made this commission for me! The vibes are off the charts, so I thought I'd give this as a visual for what reader sees across the dancefloor. You can find it on their blog here.
Rating: Explicit so explicit super explicit monsterfucking
Wordcount: 11.2k (oops)
Characters: Eya (Nautolan!OC), f!reader, Raia (by @cyarbika), vague mention of 501st troopers
Warnings: Dom(ish)!Eya, sub(by)!f!reader, lotta foreplay/flirting, monsterfucking/alienfucking, tentacle porn i guess, nautolans have sensitive tendrils, oral (reader receiving), lots of nautolan biology headcanons, fingering, allusion to squirting, multiple orgasms, healthy communication before and during sex, lots of explicit consent, dirty talk, praise (both ways), ton of petnames for reader, body worship, aftercare.
A/N: Read the warnings carefully. I'm going all-out monsterfucker for this one, so if that's not for you, just leave it. There will be more SFW and probably more NSFW Eya content that does not go the whole mile, fret not!
Thanks so much to @rowansparrow for beta'ing this for me, I really appreciate the input and the yelling in the comments, mwah!
Raia is only a side character in this one, she belongs to @cyarbika, thanks so much for letting me borrow her again!
!!! NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI !!!
The Way You Taste
Your eyes drift across the crowd, not searching for anyone in particular. Why your friends would drag you to a clone bar, you cannot fathom - well, you can, sort of. For people interested in men, this place must be heaven. For you it’s… a nice conversation and a vaguely crestfallen look in dark eyes as each trooper slinks off when you turn them down. It is awkward hints and sitting alone at the bar while your friends are off dancing with their respective partners. The troopers are nice, but it is hard to ignore the disappointment in their eyes when they catch onto the fact that you are not interested, and that it’s not a matter of convincing you otherwise, but just a fact.
You have had some wonderful conversations, but most of the troopers are here for the obvious reason of picking someone up, and you do not blame them. That’s what bars are intended for - mostly. Right now though, you are sitting at the counter, stirring in your drink and letting your thoughts drift. Every once in a while, your gaze catches on the reflection of the dancers in the mirror behind the shelves, but you try not to stare too much. It’s literally their job to present themselves to the crowd, yes, but it still feels… weird. Intrusive, somehow, like they are not dancing for you but for someone else. It’s probably just your anxiety, but it does not exactly help to be sat here alone. Neither does the fact that one of the bouncers, a huge, tatted-up Nautolan, keeps staring over at you. Their looks make you feel even more out of place.
