October Catchall

[faithfulson]

Who: Luke Skywalker, Jaina Solo, Rey, Maul (and probably Reaper)
What: Catchall for October (including events), as well as some backdated stuff. If you would like a prompt, feel free to message me, or start your own thread.
When: Through the month
Where: All through Trench
Content Warnings: Mild body horror in unmasked prompt. Others TBD.

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[faithfulson]

Thankfully by the time Reaper showed up, they had managed to get the face paint off, so at least he didn't have to worry about it getting any worse. Now the only "worse" was from external sources, like the gold leash dangling from the other man's hand. His puppy ears flattened against the top of his head as he narrowed his eyes at him; even his tail thumped against the ground in a show of displeasure.

"...no," he stated bluntly.

[no_reload]

Look at that, the ears were functional and everything, which definitely added to the aesthetic that was being played here. This was rich; it's too bad that he hadn't shown up when Maul was still taking the piss out of Luke, but it was his turn. He found being fashionably late sometimes had added benefits. Besides, it wasn't like he kept a leash around just because.

"Oh you still have a ways left to go for final form? That's expected. A little training should whip you right into shape though." He flipped the leather handle on the end of the leash expertly so it could caress Luke's cheek.

[faithfulson]

Luke had a retort ready on the tip of his tongue, though it died the moment the leather brushed his cheek. His entire face slowly turned a bright shade of cherry red, and now his traitorous tail was thumping against the ground for an entirely different reason. Between this and the collar from before...

He buried his face in his knees, though his tail was still betraying how much Reaper and Maul had caught his attention.

"I can't believe you two," he muttered into his legs. "I just had my ears literally fall off, and you're doing this to me right now."

[no_reload]

Ah yes, there was the reaction he was looking for, and Luke never failed to provide with just a little more pushing. The tail was a dead give away for the younger man's feelings, and he smirked behind his mask, and there was something wonderful about trolling someone that reacted so easily.

He approached to stand in front of Luke, tilting his head with interest as he chuckled and let the leather of the leash dangle down.

"Oh please, now you're just being dramatic. You have ears and they do look so fuzzy and strokable." He made a noise in his throat. "Did Maul stroke your ears? He has a fascination with hair and fur, you know."

[faithfulson]

Luke flinched as the leash was dropped down, brushing against his cheek on the way. It led to him leaning back away from it, lifting his head up and mustering the best offended look that he could manage. Not that it was very effective; he was blushing too hard for the look to have much bark behind it.

"One of these days you two are going to frustrate me to the point that I end up pinning one of you to a wall, and you'll have no one to blame but yourselves."

[no_reload]

Oh that offended look. How many times in the past had he earned such ire? Too many to recall these days. Anger brought out the best and worst in people, and he had been a expert in the early years on how to get people angry or offended. It was nice to see that he still had it, even if he knew that Luke's anger was more frustration and probably some humiliation.

"Now, now, you don't get to victim blame for whoever is on the receiving end of your impulsive outbursts. Besides, you're scrawny so I like my chances to resist. If you want to see a good ol' fashioned pinning, come find Maul and I on Sunday night." Date night always ended one way so far.

[faithfulson]

"Don't underestimate the Force," he groused grumpily, taking another swipe at the leash in an effort to get it away from him.

[no_reload]

"Don't underestimate a troll," he replied cheekily, finally pulling the leash away so that he could ease his way into a crouch in front of Luke. He reached out a gloved hand, pausing before making contact with the base of one of those new ears. "May I?"

[faithfulson]

Oh he hated it when he did this; when he suddenly shifted from teasing to something almost tender. Luke lifted his head up just a fraction, enough that it was clear a blush was still on his face. His tail swished back and forth happily, anxious for the touch he was teasing him with.

"...s-sure."