#but...it may just be a lil...unsafe for work...

Jermajesty was losing his mind during midterm week, he was so tired. He’s been working everyday for the past few weeks along with studying every night. Every typed and deleted word, every clock in and clock out, drove him closer to insanity

His homeboy knew something wasn’t right when he invited Jermajesty over to play the game. The usual dorm that was filled laughter and screaming was replaced with an exhausted silence. “Yo, what’s up with you?” His friend asked. “Man, I been stressed as hell. Ready to get this shit over with.”

“I heard that,” His friend agreed, apart of the same boat of stressed college students. It was quiet for a few moments before a smile formed on his friend’s face. He leaned over to Jermajesty as if someone was eavesdropping. “I may know something that could help with that.”

“I ain’t taking no drugs nigga.” Jermajesty said quickly shaking his head. His friend smacked his teeth, “That ain’t what I meant. But you heard about shawty on the third floor?”

“The one who stay on my hall?”

His friend nodded. “What about her?”

“You know she don’t mind….relieving niggas if you know what I’m trying to say.”

“She a prositute or something?”

His friend sat for a second thinking about it, tapping his chin to think about it. “Nah, I wouldn’t say all that. She just down for a good time.”

“I don’t know man that sound too…pornstar for me.”

“Nigga trust me. Just be careful, she get a lil wild in there.”

Jermajesty shook his head, his friend must be out of his mind if he think he about to join your sex roster.

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Jermajesty wiped his palms on his sweatpants, checking around the hall first. He can’t believe he’s doing this, has it really gotten this bad?

He knocked a few times before standing. He’ so embarrassed he wishes the floor would swallow him up in that moment. He debated on leaving right before the door opened and there you were.

A simple two piece pajama set, braids tied into a bun and a confused look on your face. You looked completely normal in his eyes. Like you didn’t have that certain reputation for yourself, he almost felt weird for what he came for.

“Um…wrong room.” He mumbled before backing up. “You got the right one.” You spoke up with a smile. He was caught off guard from the boldness.

“Come on.” You demanded walking off. His eyes drifted to the natural switch in your hips as you walked towards your room. He should turn around. Save himself. But the more he stands out in the hall, the more the risk of being seen.

And he doesn’t have time to end up in nobody’s Instagram story about him about to get his dick sucked. He walked in and your place was clean, smelled good, and nicely decorated.

“No roommate?” He asked you. “Nah, she left early on and they never found a replacement.” You shrugged. Your room was cozy, dim lighting on while Ari Lennox played from your speaker.

He watched as you closed your laptop and cleared any stray pencils and pens on your bed. He stood awkwardly, looking around not knowing what to do with himself.

Crawling on top of your bed, you looked at him as he stood by your door stiffly. “Boy, come on. What you scared for?” You giggled. He let out an awkward laugh before kicking off his slides and getting in bed with you.

“So what you need?” You asked, staring at him. His eyes were widened like you grew a second head.

“I-I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Jermajesty right?” You asked him and he was even more surprised you knew his name. “How did y-”

“Your brother is Jaafar, me and him are cool and he’ll mention you sometimes.”

“Oh God, he can’t know I’m here.”

“Calm down, he won’t.” You shrugged. “As far as other people know, I’m a myth. I’m very picky with who I get with.”

“W-why?”

“Why what?”

“You…do this?” He gulped not wanting to accidentally disrespect you. You shrugged, "I’m in college and I like sex, it’s a free world.” You shrugged.

He admired your mindset but wow it seemed fucked up.

"So, what you wanna do?" You asked him. He seemed nervous which was fine for you because then you could take the reigns as usual. You just knew you would put him through the ringer.

Jermajesty’s mind was moving at a thousand miles a minute. He had experience but never like with a woman so…forward.

"um..what do you usually do?" Jermajesty asked. "Depends who it is. I don't trust these niggas that easily." You laughed before grasping his jaw and making him look at you. You tilted your head.

"You a virgin?" You asked him and he shook his head. He gulped. You slowly nodded, letting his chin go. "You look like you're about to start screaming any minute."

"Sorry, I just….never did it like this before."

"Just relax, i'll take care of you." You eased him to lay back before straddling him, kissing down his neck, and his chest. A shaky breath left his lips before he closed his eyes. His heart was rushnn in g into his ears.

Nimble fingers undid his belt, tossing it onto the floor. He watched as you slid onto your knees, dropping right between his legs. Once you tugged off his pants and boxers in one go, the cool air rushed against his dick as it sprung out. It was thick, and longer than you would've thought. He may just have been the biggest.

"Look how pretty." You teased, giving the tip a soft kiss. Milky white beads of precum rolled out while you continued laying kisses against him, occasionally licking the veins that bulged from underneath.

After hearing a small whimper from his mouth, you decided to be nice. You wrapped your lips around him, using your tongue to swipe against his tip. “Oh shit,” he groaned. The feel of your tongue working him to an orgasm, made his eyes roll to the back of his head. Anyone would've thought this his first time based off his reactions, but he folded his lips inwards trying to keep his noises at bay.

Pulling him out of your mouth, you grasped his shaft in your hand. "Let me hear you, baby." You told him and used your other hand to gently massage his balls. His legs quivered, and a whimper left his throat. You brought his length back into your mouth and sunk down, taking him all the way down your throat.

"Fuck…I'm gonna-"Jermajesty said. His hand gently held onto your braids as he panted softly. The desperation of his moans gave you all the encouragement you needed as you sped up. Twisting your hand around his length, he writhed under your touch. Spit ran down his base to his inner thighs creating a sloppy mess. Feeling the overwhelming amount of lubricant on him, he opened his eyes to see you. You stared up at him, eyes low, and watered from gagging on him. Your jaw was covered in spit and precum.

“Nnngh—fuck!” He cried out, jerking his hips up pushing him deeper down your throat. His warm cum filled your mouth and you hummed tasting the slight salt on your tongue.

His eyes were clenched as his head lolled back and forth, panting from the intense orgasm. You took him out of your mouth with a pop and wiped your dripping mouth with the back of your hand.

While his chest heaved up and down, he managed to sit up, looking at you with hooded eyes. “You liked it?” You asked him with a teasing smile. The disbelief on his face at your question could've made you laugh. You snatched his soul and stood in his face asking if he liked it. He let out an airy laugh with a shake of his head before taking you in with his eyes.

He wasn't sure if it was the mind-blowing orgasm he just had, or the absolute lust in his chest but everything felt heightened. His eyes drifted over your curves under the dim lights and the intoxicating smell of your room made him dazed. The plush of your thighs made him salivate and he wanted nothing more than to feel you on his tongue.

"Let me return the favor." He said, and your eyebrows raised. During your usual sexcapades, guys never offered to pleasure you. It was always for them. "You don't have to-"

Your words were cut short by his hands on your waist, turning you to lay on your back.

"Please." He muttered kissing your neck. His lips felt so good against you. Soft and warm. "O-okay." You stuttered. Kissing down your body, he kept his eyes on you until he reached your pajama shorts. He tugged them down and noticed the wet spot in the middle of your grey panties.

Jermajesty felt feral in that moment. He was too caught up to notice the sudden shift of his mood. Going from awkward and hesitant to wanting to tear you up in every corner of the room.

"Shit…" He mumbled. His thumb pressed right against your clit, and a soft moan left your mouth. "You like it, baby?" He cooed and you could've came on the spot. This is so weird being such a submissive position. You were the one calling the shots half the time. You nodded as he tugged off your panties.

"You're so wet, baby." He muttered. Before you could respond, his tongue licked up your slit, firm and slow. Your eyes rolled back as your legs tried to close shut but he placed his hands on your thighs in no time. Holding them down, he delivered another lick, starting from your entrance trailing up to your clit.

He wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves, giving a gentle suck. His eyes remained on you, studying every expression and noise that you produced. After a few moments, of gently licking and sucking, he decided to ramp up the gears a bit.

Closing his eyes, he buried his mouth and nose in your pussy, speeding up the movements of his mouth. Wrapping his mouth around your slit, he sucked it and used his tongue to flick around your clit in the process. A loud moan left your lips, hands coming to grasp at his hair. Every nudge of his nose on your clit made you jerk into his mouth.

He's the best eater you ever had, you were on the verge of already cumming and it hasn't even been ten minutes yet. You tried your best to keep your eyes open but the low groan from his mouth sent vibrations through you.

His palms found place on the back of your thighs, and pushed your legs back, spreading you more for him. Your toes curled when his eyes opened to look at you, dark and hooded. "Keep your eyes on me, mama." He muttered.

You just nodded, not even trusting yourself to get out a proper word. He sucked on your clit, allowing spit to drip from his mouth and glide down your pussy. Without taking his eyes off of you, his fingers found your entrance and entered his middle and index finger.

"FUCK!" You cried out. Your back arched as you felt the knot in your stomach grow stronger. His fingers pumped in and out of you, the sounds of your arousal reaching your ears.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” You cried out. “Yea? Give it to me.” He said. His cheek pressed against your thigh as he tongue moved rapidly across your clit, and his fingers curled inside of you, reaching your g-spot.

Your body stiffened for a moment and with a shiver and shake, you surprisingly squirted. Rapid rushing of your orgasm, splashed Jermajesty’s chin, shirt, and a puddle was made on your bed.

“There she go.” He mumbled and then placed his lips on your clit. He gently sucked on it, coaxing out more of your orgasm. “P-please.” You whimpered, and attempted to push his head away.

He decided to ease up on you, but not before giving a teasing light slap to your clit making you whimper. Standing to his feet, he grasped his length in his hands, already hard and pulsing.

“You want it, baby?” He asked with a tilt of his head. The energy shift was empowering for Jermajesty and nerve wracking for you. His eyes were blown out in absolute need.

“Give it to me.” You couldn’t help the arousal that continued to swirl in your stomach. You needed him so bad. Placing your hands behind your knees, you held them open for him. He licked his lips, leaning to rub his head down your slit.

As he entered, your previous orgasm and arousal gave no resistance. The girth of him stretched you out and a nasty moan left your lips. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled once he buried himself to the hilt.

The squeeze around him made his abs contract. You were so warm. Wet. Soft. He fell deeper and deeper into a trance. Not a single amount of stress or worry was in his head. As he moved his hips, his eyes watched your breasts bounce with every thrust.

The glinting belly ring shimmered under the lighting and your head was tossed back, eyes clenched as you continued to moan. Every time he bottomed out, the bed creaked under the weight.

Jermajesty leaned forward, inching himself deeper and your eyes shot open with your hand flying to his abdomen. He was deep in your stomach, and the new found pressure made your legs close.

With a shake of his head and sly smirk, he swiped your hand off of him, before placing your legs on his broad shoulders. You realized how badly you may have just fucked up.

Leaning down, he eased out before dropping his dick back into you. “Don’t know why the fuck you touchin’ me.” He grunted. Not a single sound left your mouth as your jaw remained dropped. In pleasure? Shock? Maybe both.

“You know how to take dick, baby.” He cooed. Your head slowly shook, in hopes of telling him that he’s too fucking big. “No? But you takin’ it right now.”

You clenched around him at his dirty talk. Usually it would be you speaking nasty but Jermajesty had you stunned. A squelch filled the room with every pump inside of you.

Finally finding your voice, you cried out, “Oh my God!”

“I’m so close.” He groaned. He took your legs off his shoulders and you wrapped them around his waist, bringing him deeper inside of you. His lips brushed against yours and the small debate in your head of kissing him showed up.

It didn’t take long to decide once you felt his tongue lick your bottom lip. Bringing your hand to the nape of his neck, you tugged him down, bringing your lips together.

They were soft and plump, moving slowly against you. A complete contrast from the plummeting pace he was fucking you in. His tongue swept against yours, exploring your mouth.

The kiss almost felt a bit too intimate for you. Too connecting. A kiss shared between two lovers rather than a quick hookup. He pulled away, a slight string of saliva connecting the two of you.

The eye contact was strong, eyebrows slight furrowed while he sucked on his bottom lip. “You feel so good.” You whispered, purposely clenching around him.

His breath hitched, hands coming to rest on the side of your face. His thrusts began to slow down, coming to a slow, sensual, movement. Every vein, ridge, and pump was felt and tears automatically welled into your eyes.

The way he stared down at you, it was becoming intense. “You’re so pretty.” He muttered and your eyebrows pinched together. You weren’t sure if it was from the compliment or the building orgasm in your stomach.

“Squeezin’ my dick so good.” You closed your eyes feeling overwhelmed. His words, the weight of him on top of you, his stare, and more importantly the way his dick stretched you out.

“Look at me.” He demanded. You just knew if you opened your eyes, you were done for but you still listened. Just as you thought, once you looked at him, your mouth dropped into a moan. Your orgasm washed over you, letting out a cry of his name as your back arched, pressing against him.

“Mhm, just like that.” He said, grinding into you, his abdomen rubbed against your clit only stimulating farther. Your hands clenched his shirt, balling up the fabric.

His pace sped up, chasing after his own orgasm. You felt the weight of his drop into your shoulder as his groans got louder mixing with your own sounds of pleasure. With a quick pull out, ropes of cum spilled onto your stomach as he shivered above you.

The room fell quiet, only holding the sounds of panting and the ending of a sultry song you couldn’t identify in the moment. Jermajesty lifted his head to look at you.

“You good?” He asked. Physically? well yes. But what you just felt was lingering your mind. Why was it so intimate? So close? You nodded your head, still catching your breath.

He cleared his throat, getting up off of you and pulling his pants up. “Where’s your washcloths?” He asked. Sitting up, you pointed to your closet, “just look up.” The tension still floated around the room, and you weren’t too sure if he could feel it too.

You watched as he dampened the washcloth and cleaned you up. He moved slowly, gliding the warm cloth across your tummy and between your legs. You never felt like this before and in all honesty….it scared you.

You wish you could’ve brushed it off as in the moment but all you can think about is the way he looked at you. “Thank you.” Jermajesty said. You nodded, “no problem.”

The doorknob turned under his grip before he paused. “Would it be weird if…we hung out?” He asked turning to look at you. The shock on your face was obvious as your eyebrows raised.

“You want to hang out with me?”

He nodded with a small lift at the corner of his mouth. None of your hookups ever bothered to ask that question, it was unfamiliar you. But you couldn’t ignore the excitement in your stomach, “Yeah, we can.”

Jermajesty gave one last smile before exiting your room, and as the door clicked shut you let out a sigh falling back onto your bed.

And you couldn’t fight the smile that formed on your face.

I love the design for Star's jacket that I made, plus his shoesssss~

Star is at least autistic in this multiverse, if not AuDHD, but I'm not sure yet. He hyperfixates on stars, of course, and giving star-related things to people is his top love language. He also is very understimulated easily, and loves touch to the point he (like K) will regularly drape himself on top of Rust for comfort, as well as randomly climb under him and use him as a blanket like he's not twice/thrice his size lol

He also regularly picks up Sage and plops down with him in his lap to cuddle, which usually includes him massaging different areas while telling them (both Sage and Rust) what he loves about that area of them. (Ex, I love your hands because they're rough from work but still so gentle, or I love your shoulder blades because they peek out when you turn and you look like you're gonna sprout wings hehe)

Star can NOT wear pants, he hates pants and will shred them if they're put near him (much like Rust with shoes)

Star lives in the Castle with the gang part time, but spends a lot of time in his own AU as well, as he's still a scientist and keeps things going there, plus his brother still lives there. His Paps is his twin, and lives with Mettaton, Alphys, and Undyne in a big house now. (Papyton, baybee)

(Sage will pack fruits/veggies/meats for Star to take home for everyone)

Star is very extroverted on the Sans Scale, but despite being understimulated most of the time, he's easy to overstimulate when it comes to noise, seeing as he lived in space his whole life. Even when you could hear others it wasn't super loud, you know? He'll typically go mute or will get clearly agitated when this happens, or both.

He also covers any room he may sleep in (which includes the den of the Castle as well) in glow stars, from the walls to the ceiling. He hates the dark and will break down in it. He loves any and all vegetable (especially how Sage makes them) and will not touch soup with a ten foot pole (soup is so unsafe, you don't know what'll be in it and one little change and it's all different, and the temperature could be all wacky, and the textures-) (I'm projecting lol)

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Sage, or Farmer, was a bit difficult to decide on how I wanted to portray him, because I've seen him as Korean, as Japanese, and more. Oira is such a cute name, so despite choosing for him to be Korean in this world (though he's fluent in Japanese and English and learning Russian for Dust), I kept the name Oira as an option. He just has many options :) Ink calls him Parky because he saw his family name ONCE and jumped on it. K calls him Petals because he's always wearing floral pants and K jumps at the chance for wacky nicknames (like how he calls Thei Fishnets from time to time).

Sage is from a "Genocide" timeline, which for him just means they got booted from their land. He and his Paps (who I can't decide a name for yet, maybe Kale?) live in the Castle and run a farm for the guys (Sage on garden, (Kale) on animals. Sage also cook when Rust doesn't, as it's absolutely Sage's love language to make food for people as well as take care of them. He's regularly making or getting things he thinks will benefit his partners, including every star themed item he ever sees for Star and all the blue things for Rust and Ink. He picks up books for Dust and Night, and will hunt down weird/wacky clothes for K because K loves to have stupid t-shirts or skirts with shitty patterns on them.

He is a gift giver, a carer, and an incredibly loving person that shows his emotions much more healthily than most other Sanses.

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Rust is one of my favourite characters to write so far in just the little bit I've had of him. Rust is a big softie type, but can and will throw someone (and has). Rust is almost fully nonverbal, but he'll talk rarely or make noises to enunciate his thoughts as he signs. This is mainly because the hole in his skull causes him some issues, and he gets extremely frustrated to the point of self hatred about his stutter, slurring, and struggle to find words. Signing is easier for him in general. He has a prosthetic arm, but it's linked to his magic so he can use it to sign as well, it basically functions as a normal arm no issue. But, when it's off for repairs or something, he tends to get frustrated signing one handed so will either be completely nonverbal entirely or if need be will write things.

His Paps, Paprika, lives in the Castle as well, as their world was destroyed very early on. Paprika cleans mainly, and Rust helps a lot, especially with dishes and laundry. Paprika also helps in the garden because she wants to learn, and she's going to uni in the OT for psychology :) (is called Rika by Ink when he's very young and it awakens something, she's trans mtf) (Rika to most everyone, but still loves being called Paps or Papy by her brother)

He loves blue because Ink loves blue, and Ink is his buddy. He babysits Ink more than any of the other brothers, because Dust can't handle it just yet and K is usually running around too much to keep an eye on a kid, and Thei is Dealing With Alot™. Sage and Star help as well, and Ink has many many many Star gifts he keeps in his room.

He loves food, of course, and he loves cuddles. He was not at all a touch person before Star, and Star opened him up a lot, but when Sage came along it really helped him learn that touch can be safe and even helpful and necessary, and he's now the snuggliest bug. He will randomly put (part of) his weight on people or pick them up and put them on his shoulder/back. (K realises this and immediately is always using him for transportation haha)

He hates the dark so appreciates Star's glow stars, and hates shoes with a burning passion. He has claws for feet and will use them against shoes. He wears loose slippers if he needs to, but hates it.

He watches telenovelas and other dramas because he knows Puppette wants someone to talk to about them, and he keeps a notebook of everyone's interests, favourite foods, colours, things, etc bc his memory is bad. He also lets Puppette cheat off it bc of his own memory being even worse.

All in all he just loves showing people he appreciates them, and he loves making sure that people are cared for. He loves giving long, soft, "you better know how much your loved" hugs.

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Firsts and Seconds by Skerb is my favourite RottenCrops fic (even if it's not done) so essentially, that's the plot of how Rust and Sage meet, in my mind. Sage ends up more than half dead in the fields, is nursed back to health slowly by Sage and with help from his brother, and they fall in love. Star is in desperate search for him while he's gone, and doesn't find him until Farmtale is Genocided and then destroyed, where Core takes them to the OT and Star and Rust reunite. They have an open relationship (or maybe not open, but fairly lenient, is the right words) then so all is good, and eventually Star and Sage decide to date as well after falling in love. The three of them close things up as a lil polycule :)