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dukeoftheblackstar · 1 year

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Obsessed with @thirsty-boba-fett-posts VampBoba thots ♥ And @daimyosprincess because bestie, I just read part III and I am very much into all that shit ♥

You've been browsing them magazines for some red bottoms that you know is just gonna make your ass look tight. Not to mention something sparkly for that neck of yours. You buy it using the Count's business card all excited and giddy. You, however, did not, for a hot fucking moment, check the price.

You in big trouble now bestie.

And the store doesn't offer returns or cancelations for rushed purchase, but adds a little extra.

If it pleases the court once more, here's Count Boba and his moody love languages ♥ ||

Lazy writing... but with progress? *LE GASP* !!! - Blood mention, biting, vamp things smut stuff idk, I really suck at tagging please forgive me, but it be filthy down there.

So you forgot that bit that banks will notify the card owner if they make purchases, particularly massive ones. Shops do the same with a bit of a thank you beep for your patronage and will send a brochure of the more lavish selection offered only to big buyers.

Our no fuss no muss count barges into your room, takes you by the wrist and effortlessly drags you against the wall. You best believe he'd pin you there with your hands over your head and his knee hard between your thighs because babe, he old with a bad knee. A very bad ~ knee.

He'd tell you in that sultry, velvety voice all: "Now what did I say about being such a naughty little money whore?"

He'd 'hmmm?" the shit out of that question in such a low, baritone voice, paired with them dark, devious eyes that burned right through your heart. "Did I not tell you that you only get presents from Daddy when you've not misbehaved?"

You arch your body towards him because he being hella hot and you being hella sus over some orders coming in today that you didn't tell daddy.

And before you could answer, he drops you on the floor and began unbuckling that grade A-spankmedaddy belt he has on his waist.

He doesn't say a word and hooks the belt around neck and fastens the buckle. You'd think he'd choke you out then and there, but no baby girl. No, no, no.

DENIED. DENIED. DENIED. DENIED. DENIED. DENIED.

A short tug, motioning you to follow as he walked out the room. The palace is a labyrinth of mirrors. The naked eye may not see both of your reflections, but you can see your own.

You'd think this'll turn into some over the top, hot angry sex where he'd nail you down the bed and fuck your lovely brains out until the frame breaks? No boo, he denying you that too.

DENIED. DENIED. DENIED. DENIED. DENIED. DENIED.

He drags you to his office, the one place you're not allowed with your clothes on. But being the stupid little baby girl you are with his belt around your neck, you were too worried about the carpet burns on your knees and the belt around your neck.

He takes offense in this. His mind be like:

Like bestie, you should know better! TSK. TSK. TSK. He about to double dick you down with that electric dildo you decided to buy that greatly offended his pride because droids, am I right?

But he loves you enough to give toys a chance because you know, you're his pretty, little, baby girl~ ♥ His one and only full-time princess ♥ And he knows he's always for work to get that dough rolling you love so much just so he could make it rain on that tight, juicy, punani ♥

He walks towards his desk, leaning, sitting on the edge with arms folded over his chest. You can see the white formal shirt barely leaving any room for his muscles and it's just.. unf.

You sit on your ankles with a whimper, rubbing your barely flustered knee from having to crawl to his office. You recall what you ought to do because huntie, we not really dumb bitches here ♥ We're intellectual, independent queens who just want sum dik.

You began unbuttoning your shirt but you see him push off the desk and walk towards you with your back on the wall. Obvi no room to escape.

But like bestie, why would you? You're on the floor looking at this hella fine man. You ought to be praying ~

He takes you by the chin and forces you to really look up to him, even hitting the back of your head against the wall accidentally.

I guess he really wants you to go stupid for him. SMH.

So he reaches for the shelf above your head and whips out the electric dildo you purchased that his butler had snitched on you. SHH BBY, THANK HIM LATER.

( The butler is Din Djarin. It's official.)

Any how.

He turs the dildo on and it begins vibrating. Something about him holding another cock made you moan and sigh at the same time, it seemed like you wheezed a little. Maybe died a little. Understandable.

He drops to his ankle, chin still a firm grasp under one hand and the other , bringing the toy close to your face.

"You like this shit, hmm?" He asks, clear with a tone of anger. He began to tap it on your cheek. Boba's not shy about it as he began to slap it on your face a little harder, making you wince and move your head.

BUT BESTIE, HE AIN'T HAVING IT.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU."

His eyes be red and you can hear the soft hissing sound he makes when he's not at all happy. His voice loud and domineering, forcing you by the chin to look at him. He bears those dangerously sharp fangs close to your face as he presses his forehead against yours for a brief moment, steadying your gaze.

So you do and no amount of sugar is gonna change this daddy's mind. Buckle up bitch, you in for it now.

He pulls back and properly thwacks the entire shaft onto your face. Nodding almost approvingly as he could hear the impact on your skin.

"Good girl."

With your new found obedience, he brushes your lips with his thumb. Caressing your cheek and leaning forward to offer a whisper of a command as he drags the dildo right over your mouth.

"Now lick."

You gulp and obey. Not wanting to anger the count.

He peers at the corner of his eye as you lick the toy, making sure to move it around and make you coat the entire tip.

At a point he even drags the entire shaft slow along your tongue. Down to the base to the head once more.

"That's my dirty, little devil ~ "

A stifled moan escapes his lips that moved inches down your neck. Breath hot against your skin and you could feel the sharpened tips graze generously.

He adjusts himself to kneel and guides you to fully sit on the floor. A free hand tracing your thigh, only to duck under your knee and pull it up.

With your knee up and your legs spread, Count Boba kneeling between your thighs, he lowers the toy to level with his own.

"Now be a real bad girl for daddy and fuck it."

I'd write some shit about how hot that made you feel but babe, I am not about that life for now. I'm too tired from work so, get your own freak on ♥

You drip the toy inside you and you can sense him look down with interest. You were starting out slow, but like I keep saying: THE FETTS HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO CHILL.

"Surely, you can do better than that." He'd tease, licking the length of your neck and rubbing his face onto the side of your head. "Come now, show daddy how good of a slut you are."

You tried mid and the vibrations were doing it for you. Get it girl. It made your knees twitch in an attempt to close your legs, but it wasn't enough.

He notices this and pulls back. Reaching down to take hold of the toy over your hand and flick the switch to Max.

See, bestie? He cares! He knows that that garbage mid-tier vibro ain't doing you good! Love languages all about ♥ Our man here being sensitive to your needs ♥ Okay, so back to fucking.

You groan loud and your hands frenzied on where to go as he pumped the toy in you a few times and pulled it out to let it rattle against your clit.

You could feel some wetness on your own hands under his and it didn't help that he had stuffed two of them thick fingers in you.

He went on like this for another minute or two before he reached down with his other hand and whipped that might sword of destruction out his slacks.

"Oh ~ You like that, you naughty, cock-hungry whore? Have you been blowing daddy's money because he hasn't fucked that filthy tight cunt lately?

Boba had pressed his face onto the side of your neck, mumbling and grunting as he began stroking himself while he continued to hold the toy rattling your clit with two fingers pumping inside you.

But as usual, the count doesn't like waiting for an answer. Specially if he's dripping precum on the floor and you know he ain't about that wasteful lifestyle.

He gave himself a long, full to hilt, stroke and coated his hand with cum, leaving his cock only to shove the same fingers between your lips, only to wipe the slickened on your tongue.

He took hold of himself again and pulled the busy hand free, exposing your wet cunt only for a second before, he his tip in.

You gasp and started burying your nails on your thighs because you know daddy doesn't let you do them grabby hands unless he tells you to ♥

He grabs your leg and pulls you to take him by a good half before holding the toy upside down to continue vibrating against your clit, gyrating as he buried himself deep inside you.

Grab on bestie, because this is the shit that just drove me wild an hour ago as thots just smacked me in the head while I was contemplating useless shit to buy today.

"That's it, baby girl."

You can hear him swallow and his voice rasped with desire as he began to just fuck you with that mightier than mighty cock of his in full, deep, hard, merciless thrusts while that droid dildo keeps on your swollen clit like a lamp to a moth (or some shit idk this has gone too long Dx)

"Come and fff--fuck daddy. Show daddy you deserve money. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Be daddy's fucking slutty cockdumb whore..."

You can tell he was close by the fact that he's dick is dummy thick in you and he was grunting, groaning, huffing, hissing, as you were. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you pooled cum under him, feeling your body violently shake.

Your arms find his ribs, digging through with your own nails, ripping his good shirt because you a vampie bitch too ♥

You began clawing for him, ducked under his arms as you dragged your nails from his shoulder down to his back, pulling him as close as you can as you literally convulsed on that vampire dick.

But just as you thought you were in the heavenly graces of god himself...

CHOMP CHOMP CITY BITCH ♥

Hard to tell if it it was a moan, a cry, a whimper, a scream, insert any other word here because I'm tapped out. But you made sounds babe. Sounds you didn't expect your whore mouth to do today.

Fangs a precise cut to bury on your neck and you can feel the blood run up the area.

It wasn't lock until his lips fell on your neck for optimal grip. The taste of your blood is as exquisite as his now cum-stained cock pounding you like he about to build a house in that bitch.

Blood filled his mouth and caressed his tongue like sweet, sinful nectar.

Perfect for those who dig eating/drinking and fucking at the same time.

But of course, old men get rich by being greedy.

He pulls off only to admire the holes from where his teeth sank and the sight of your blood oozing down your neck and onto those sweet supple breasts of yours.

He licks his lips, savoring your blood as he slowed his pace down a little.

He took the toy off your clit and just let it fall over your lap, still buzzing.

He takes your chin, turns you to face the other way just so he could sink his teeth on the other side of your neck in the same fashion. But this time, he pulls you from under your knees, lifting as he stands and pins you to the wall for a better angle at fucking.

He rams you in hard. Hard enough for one of his framed certificates to shake and break on the ground. Hard enough for the potted plan atop the shelf to hop and follow suit.

He breaks off from your neck again and you can tell the sight of blood slithering down to dampen both of your chest together was driving him mad with unabashed lust that his pace quickened the longer he stared.

"F..Fuck,... Fuck, Fuck, Not like this.."

And as if seeing you in a state near passing out as your palms knead, squeeze, and roam over your breasts and how tight your legs were wrapped around him was enough. It wasn't.

Let me introduce to you all my greatest personal kink that not even daddy kink would sway me:

M O N E Y.

He leans back only for a little to take in your blood stained presence that made his cock twitch inside you. Reaching down to procure a handful from his pocket, a devilish grin turns into a swift lick of the lips before leaning only to give you a quaint, barely connecting kiss.

And without a second to spare, the Count stuffs a handful of crisp bills with a new black card (with your own name on it) stuffed somewhere in the middle and a thin golden chain hooked in that messy clump, between your lips.

Seeing you with his riches in your mouth, cock in your cunt, and your pale neck marked and stained with the succulent supply of blood you just blessed his tongue with, he leans in to finish the job by moving in a little lower to take in the conjunction between your shoulder and neck into yet another bite. Piercing your ashen skin as he bucks wild within you a couple more times making you shiver, flail, and desperately try to push him off with how sensitive you've become after finishing before him.

Lowkey proud of myself for writing the end bit in not so lazy writing. But meh, garbage but in paragraphs OMG.

#♝#boba fett thots #but genuinely #you two #thank you #you both and syn is like inspiring me to write so much

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aegoniiwifey · 8 months

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no because bestie I have a thot about this (not the office being far too cold and me needing to be thirsty to keep warm).

alrightie: what if the council insists for princess! reader to be married off, as they aren't aware of her relationship with aegon (and they'd certainly frown upon him) and after weeks of aegon resisting about such a thought, he suddenly agrees and all the councilmen are sure that he saw the light, the reason behind why an alliance through marriage might be helpful, especially when his girl is of age.

so, he has them show up some suitor so that his daughter can - at least - choose who she thinks might be a better fit. the catch: he asks his daughter to do, while she's cockwarming him and he's just whispering in her ear about how each suitor would fail her.

'he is too thin, too little meat on those bones and it'd hurt your pretty little ass while pounding into you. it wouldn't be like daddy's gut protecting and shielding you' 'oh, he looks too green. far too little experience and wouldn't know how to make you squeal like me, don't you think?'.

safe to say the councilmen's plan is defeated.

BESTIE I AM SO FERAL and you chose the right time for me (not me at my grandparents’ place reading this) 🤭

YOUR BRAIN I COULD KISS IT 💕💕💕

but he’d be so devious…. just dwells in it & it honestly worries you that he agrees to such plans, and you get so needy asking him if you’re not good enough but he still won’t tell you the full plan. he brings a bunch of young lads in & none of them really catch your eye & Aeg knows…. later that night, as he’s fucking you, you bouncing on that fat dick, pressing you down against his fat gut, he’s going through each man, and how unfit they’d be for you.

“You love Daddy’s thick cock baby, none of them can make you as senseless as I can. Skinny pricks, you need Daddy to sate you, huh baby?”

“I don’t think that Lannister boy even knows where to find his cock, and the Baratheons surely won’t know how to use it…. Princess needs Daddy to please her, keep her so full and protected.”

at this point you’re just a hot, sweaty, moaning mess ♥️

#chubby!aegon ii #fat!aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen thots #angsti my beloved

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galacticgraffiti · 2 years

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hey, I saw you were having a fun night and looking for thirsty asks and ca I jujst say one of my favourite headcanons for Boba Fett is that he has the biggest competence kink. He loves to fight for nd protect his meshla but it gets him so excited when he see's them kicking ass and fending for themselves and puts him in a very rewarding mood.

Ohohoo I have written competency kink for Boba before, but the other way around. This way around is a whole nother can of beans that I should like to open, thank you for this excellent thot sweet nonnie!

The ficlet requests are now closed! I am working on the ones in my inbox and will post the as soon as they are finished. They will be collected in a small ficlet collection Masterlist.

Warnings: non-descript fighting, competency kink, praise, PiV sex, shower sex

!!! NSFW/18+/Minors DNI !!!

"Chakaaryc haran, mesh'la, that was- fuck- gods, do you have any idea what you do to me, to see how fucking good you are at what you do, you were taught so well- want to watch you do that again-"

Boba presses closer against you, the durasteel wall cold against your sweaty back. You didn't know he was watching you fight, too lost in the movements of your opponents, too focused on the situation to see him standing there.

When the last of your training partners hit the mat, you had turned around to wave your hand triumphantly, and instead you had been faced with Boba, staring you down. At first you had been afraid you'd done something wrong, but the longer you took in his expression, his stance, the way he regarded you... the surer you became he was just trying to hold back from fucking you within an inch of your life right then and there. You had taken his hand and pulled him toward the showers with you, not minding the wolf whistles and winks of your gym friends. Now that the fight was done and Boba was here, the only thing burning on your mind, heating your body more than any fight ever could, was his intoxicating presence and the promise that hung heavy in the air without Boba having to say it out loud - you may have beaten them but I'll have you on your knees of your own free will by the time I'm done with you.

That is how you ended up here - Boba's cock practically splitting you in half as the hot water of the shower rains down on the both of you, his hands digging into your ass, your arms wrapped around his neck while he fucks up into you like his life depends on it.

"You looked so fucking hot," he groans, then breathes in sharply when your pussy flutters around him. "So fucking hot- so good like that, knowing every trick in the fucking book... Gods, I could have watched you fight forever, my pretty girl winning because she's so good at what she does, because I taught her well, ori'mesh'la shya chakaaryc parjai ast-"

Boba's words make your blood sing, and when he moans your name when he comes, that feels like the most beautiful victory of all.

──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ────

Mando'a chakaaryc haran, mesh'la - fucking hell, beautiful ori'mesh'la shya chakaaryc parjai ast - more beautiful than fucking victory itself

#ficlet collection #spice smuggling #boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #galas drabbles #nsft

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tailorvizsla · 4 years

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If you're still doing thirsty thot prompts or asks. I've been wondering how Din or Paz or perhaps both would be as horny baby daddies? Like how would they act when you are really pregnant?

Title: Stuffed Pairings: f!Reader x Din Djarin, f!Reader x Paz Vizsla, Paz Vizsla x f!Reader x Din Djarin Wordcount: 8k+ 🙃🙃🙃 Rating: NC-17 (duh)

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Warnings: Borderline CNC (consensual non-consent – Paz, Din, and Reader are all pretending that Reader doesn’t want to get pregnant), rough enough to need a safe word, PWP (plot what plot), threesome, lots of unprotected sex, gratuitous self-indulgence of a cum kink, degradation (Reader called a slut for cock/cum), breeding fetish (Reader legit wants to be bred), use of a sex toy, Reader gets called ‘kitten’, cockwarming, oral (m & f receiving), the helmets come off, exhibitionism/public(ish) sex. I’m pretty sure I’ve missed a few, but these are the most important ones.

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Author’s Note: I know what you were intending with your ask, but I’m totally going to be a thirsty bitch. 😉 This is focusing mainly on the baby making steps. This is also purely self-indulgent smut because I would love for these two to take turns with me for a few days and knock me tf up.

Thank you for the title, my darling Izzy!!!

For more dirtiness, please see:

📚 My Master List 📚

“You’re both too old for that,” you announce to Paz and Din, watching as their heads snap up.

“What?” Din asks as you silently laugh to yourself.

“You said you wanted to make a baby,” you respond. “At your age, you probably need those herbal teas. And don’t get me started on you, Paz. You’re ancient. Can you even keep it hard?”

“Don’t you run your mouth,” Paz warns quietly.

A low tendril of heat starts to curl low in your belly as you hear the warning in his voice. Shut your mouth, or I will prove you wrong. You lean back on your hands, tilting your head as the two men watch you from the other side of the cargo bay.

“I’m not,” you respond. “I’m just telling the truth. Us young tradespeople need competent warriors to raise the next generation with. You two are past your prime.”

“Kitten,” Din warns, a low growl in his voice.

You smile to yourself under your helmet. These two have just reached their prime as hunters. They know it, and they know you know it. Din and Paz exchange a silent glance between themselves. Lifting one hand, you plant it on your lower belly, watching as Paz’s head tilts downward, pointedly watching you slide your hand up and down, as if caressing a baby bump. If there is one thing that never fails to get a Mandalorian’s attention, it is a pregnant belly.

“If I am going to go through nine months of pregnancy, it wouldn’t be for two ancient fuckers like you two,” you say casually. “I’ll be fertile soon, so I need to be very picky about who I sleep with. I’m thinking maybe Dezha? Mathias?”

When Paz growls, you grin. Dezha is older than him, and Mathias is pretty close to Din’s age. You swing your legs back and forth casually, tilting your helmet slightly in what you hope they interpret as flirtation.

“Do you have any opinions, Din?”

Din comes forward a step, tension radiating through every part of his body.

“I might have an idea,” he says, as Paz starts to circle around you.

You slide your hand down toward your crotch as you spread your knees for Din. His next step falters ever so slightly.

“You know a warrior who can breed a woman properly?” you ask in mock surprise as he comes closer, almost hesitating.

“Do you actually want a kid?” Din asks flatly. He’s so hard you can see the outline of his cock through his trousers.

“I’ll be ovulating this week,” you say, sliding off the table and onto your feet.

Paz and Din exchange a look before turning their attention to you.

“I just need to find a warrior worthy of my time,” you say with a grin. “Certainly not either of you two ancient bastards.”

With those words, you dart for the open doorway, and laugh as you hear Paz curse. Heavy footsteps follow you as you bolt toward the cover of the trees. Unfortunately, you seem to have forgotten that both warriors have jetpacks, and you do not. Din lands a few meters in front of you, cutting you off from escape. In that moment of distraction, Paz catches up to you and grabs you. Firmly, he turns you around to face him, the fingers of one hand looped around your belt and the others under your chin. He tilts your face up to his.

“Kitten, I am not playing games with you,” he growls darkly, sending a low throb of pleasure shooting deep in your belly. “If you keep mouthing off, you’re going to end up pregnant.”

“There’s no way you could ever knock me up,” you say to Paz. “At your age, you’re shooting dust, aren’t you?”

“I’m not joking,” Paz says flatly, fingers tightening in warning.

“Neither am I,” you tell him. “I’m ready for a baby, and I want the two of you to take turns with me.”

“Did you hear that, Din?” Paz asks.

“Sure did,” Din says.

“Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about, kitten,” Paz murmurs, loosening his grip around your chin.

Swallowing, you work up the courage to tell the two men exactly what you want from them.

“I’ve been masturbating for months now, thinking about the two of you,” you say shyly. “Taking turns using my body like you’re paying me for it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come around my fingers to the thoughts of you two fucking me while I struggle, while I beg you to not finish in me.”

You aren’t quite sure what Din or Paz are into, so degradation and playing around with unwanted impregnation might be out of what they are willing to give. Shit. You are on the verge of apologizing when Din speaks up.

“Kitten,” he breathes. “You have such a vivid imagination.”

“I genuinely want to be bred,” you whisper meekly, looking down as you suddenly lose your courage. “But I want to be taken. I don’t want you to ask.”

Paz tilts your face up toward his, fingers as light as feathers on your chin.

“I’d be happy to put a baby in you,” Paz says. “But let me make one thing clear – I’m not going to hurt you. I have never enjoyed hurting my partners and I never will. If that’s what you’re after, I can’t help you.”

“Nor will I,” Din adds, hands settling at your waist.

“No pain,” you say softly. “Just…rough enough to need a safe word to stop, instead of a no.”

Paz nods slowly.

“That I can agree to,” Paz says, nodding slowly. “Safe word?”

“Behot,” you blurt out the first thing on your mind.

“Behot is the safe word,” Din confirms.

Paz turns you around and shoves you against Din. You let out a squeak of protest as one massive hand encloses both your wrists, Paz’s massive forearm resting lightly on your breasts as he restrains you. He ducks his head down, pressing his helmet against your shoulder.

“You’re going to regret running your mouth, kitten,” he growls.

You struggle against Paz’s firm grip as Din advances, undoing his belt. The sound of leather zipping through his belt buckle makes your knees weak.

“No, not a snowball’s chance on Tatooine,” you snap, kicking at Din’s ankle.

“Normally, I’d just throw you into the sparring rings and smack you around until you shut up,” Din says. “But you…you’re young, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, what about it?” you ask. “What, you afraid I’ll kick your ass?”

“Young means fertile,” Paz says, his arm tightening around you, forcing a little squeak out of you.

“We’ve got a few days before we need to go back home,” Din suggests. “How about we have a little fun with our kitten?”

You wriggle in Paz’s arms. The thought of Paz and Din having their way with you sends a thrill shooting straight through your belly. You watch as Din spreads his cloak on the ground in front of you. Then Paz pushes you down. You land hard on your knees with a grunt. You try to get back up, but Paz keeps you down, wrestling you onto the fabric. He growls with pleasure. No matter how hard you fight, you simply cannot break out of Paz’s grip. His hands are snug around your wrists, but gentle, never painful, as he turns to look at Din.

“Let’s cuff her,” Paz says casually.

Equal measures of arousal and dread fill your belly as Din brings his restraints out. Swiftly, he restrains your wrists behind your back, not giving you the chance to break free. With your hands cuffed behind your back and Din’s hand between your shoulder blades, you can’t move much, so you settle for cursing both men out while Paz kneels behind you.

Then you hear a click and the distinctive hum of a vibroblade activating. You try to twist to see what Paz is doing, but Din keeps you from moving. You feel fabric give way as Paz very carefully slices through the crotch of your pants. Then he wriggles his fingers into the slice in the fabric and yanks it wide open, leaving you feeling cold and exposed.

“You’re already soaking wet,” Paz murmurs.

You hear a faint thump as his gloves land on the cloak next to your head. Two rough, calloused hands settle on your ass cheeks. Then thumbs spread your lower folds wide apart, baring your most private parts for him. Paz lets out a noise of delight.

“Look good?” Din asks.

“Oh, gods, yes,” Paz rumbles out. “So fucking good. Don’t let her move her head.”

You wonder what he’s going to do until you hear him speak again, that feeling of anticipation making your stomach feel weirdly tight.

“Let’s see how good you taste,” Paz says, his rich baritone no longer filtered by his modulator.

You squirm as you feel his breath fan across your vulva, his fingers digging into your plump ass so hard you know there will be bruises there. Paz swipes his tongue across your vulva, making stars dance behind your closed eyelids. A desperate warble escapes you as he draws back.

“You were struggling so much earlier,” Paz croons. “Where’s that fight, kitten?”

You bare your teeth in response and shift your weight, kicking back at him. Paz laughs as you miss him.

“There we go,” he rumbles, leaning in again.

He licks along your slit once more, tracing around your entrance, teasingly dipping the tip of his tongue into you. You buck your hips against his mouth, but Din is quick to pin you back down.

“Fuck you,” you hiss at Paz.

He only hums in response.

“I want a taste of her when you’re done,” Din says over your head.

Paz sucks your clit into his mouth and releases it with a pop that makes you squeal.

“She said she didn’t want this,” Paz comments idly. “But listen to her squealing.”

“I bet she’s already dripping down her thighs,” Din sighs.

Paz ducks his head down. His tongue traces a path from your inner thigh up to your entrance. He chuckles as you try to avoid his tongue. Without warning, Paz thrusts two fingers into your cunt, wrenching a cry of surprise from you.

“Ohh, fuck,” Paz groans out. “This pussy is tight. She’s gonna break my fingers.”

Roughly, he begins pumping his fingers in and out, filling the air with wet, sloppy noises. Then he plunges a third finger into you, making you shriek. Your walls protest the rough treatment, and you moan as each thrust of his calloused digits inside of you sends you spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

“Aww, I can feel your pussy getting all tight,” Paz croons. “Thought you didn’t want us to fuck you, kitten?”

“F-fuck you,” you gasp out, grimacing. “Should fu-fucking kill you – “

Paz pulls his fingers out and wipes your slick onto your thigh, chortling quietly. He gives you a few more long, slow licks, laughing each time you moan.

“Is it my turn?” Din asks.

“Of course,” Paz says. “Drink up, she’s dripping.”

As the two men shuffle around on the cloak, they keep you firmly trapped, not giving you an opportunity to escape. You huff quietly to yourself and resign yourself to the pleasurable torture.

“Look at how pretty,” Din says with a leer you can hear.

You feel him put his helmet down next to your knee. His voice is like caramel to your ears. Unfortunately, you don’t get a chance to enjoy it as he leans in and begins lapping at your slit, little groans of pleasure escaping him. Then he thrusts his tongue through your lips. Your breath catches in your throat, soft moans escaping you. Din gives you a few more moments on his tongue before withdrawing. Like Paz, he pushes his fingers into you, twisting and scissoring them inside you, as if mapping out your inner walls.

“Fuck,” Din says, and you can hear the grin on his lips. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Imagine how good she’s going to feel around your cock,” Paz suggests.

“Good idea,” Din says.

Din shuffles on the cloak behind you. You hear the whisper of fabric against flesh as he pushes his pants down. One hand wraps around your waist as he pushes forward, pressing the blunt head of his cock against your entrance. Then he starts pushing in slowly, firmly, filling you without giving you a chance to adjust. You sob as he finds the end of you, his cock brushing up against something vaguely uncomfortable.

“Oh, fuck,” he stutters out around a harsh pant. “Fuck!”

“Feel good?” Paz asks.

“So. Kriffing. Tight,” Din hisses, punctuating each word with a roll of his hips. “Kitten, how the fuck are you so tight?”

Tears spring to your eyes at how full you are, your walls struggling to take him. Din sets a slow, torturous pace, one that ensures you can feel every single inch of him as he fills you to the brim. Paz trails his hands up from your shoulders to your waist, stroking along your back through your suit. As that familiar heat begins to fill your belly, you realize you might have made a mistake in running your mouth. A very pleasurable mistake, but there is a strong chance you won’t be walking normally for a few days.

“I can feel you squeezing around me,” Din sings down to you. “Are you close, kitten?”

“I thought you didn’t want any of this,” Paz mocks you. “I thought you wanted us to let you go, kitten? I thought you hated the idea of us taking turns fucking you?”

You squirm again as Din’s pace grows rougher. Shit, he’s good. Too good. You’re already about to come and he has barely even gotten started.

“I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy right up,” Din grunts.

A whine escapes you before you can stop it. Paz reaches up and squeezes your hip. Immediately, you know what he’s feeling for. The contraceptive implant. He palpates for a few moments on both sides. A gush of wetness escapes you, pure pleasure filling you at the thought of your warriors breeding you.

“Where’s your contraceptive chip, kitten?” Paz asks. “Or did you not get one, hmm?”

Din increases his pace and force, hips slapping obscenely against your ass. His hand snakes around to your front. Strong fingers begin massaging your clit, little starbursts of pleasure exploding between your thighs. You hit your peak a few moments later, crying out as your walls quiver around his cock. Din’s grunts grow louder, his hands tightening around your hips. He smacks your ass lightly.

“Th-thought you didn’t want us to come in you?” he prompts.

Oh, right. You start struggling against him when you’ve regained your bearings.

“No, don’t you dare!” you hiss at him, “Pull out, pull out now!”

Din goes stiff, pace stuttering as his cock throbs inside of you, soft groans escaping him. Your eyes drift shut as he pants harshly.

“Company,” Paz warns.

Din puts his helmet on and pulls his pants up. You collapse flat onto your front and roll down onto your side, chest heaving as Din’s spend starts to leak out. Paz does not seem to care about the caravan passing by in the distance. Instead, he reaches over to remove your restraints. The instant you are free, you swing at him, but he anticipates it, catching your wrists and pinning them above your head.

With his other hand, he tugs your chest plate off and tosses it aside. Then he yanks your top open, sending buttons flying every which way. Then Paz pulls out his vibroblade.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” you hiss up at him. “This bra was expensive!”

He tilts his helmet down at you. Fortunately, he listens, and puts the damn blade away. Instead, he pushes your bra up over your tits, making you sigh in relief. Then Paz starts to push in. You howl, writhing in his iron-clad grip. Fuck, he’s huge, almost too big.

You pant harshly, digging your heels into his backside as he rocks forward experimentally. Din keeps watch over the caravan in the distance, polishing his weapon in a clear warning for them to stay the fuck away.

“Fight me, kitten,” Paz urges, “Show me those little claws of yours.”

Weakly, you buck your hips, but that only drives him in deeper, so deep it knocks the breath out of your lungs.

“Does my cock feel so good you can’t think?” Paz asks, faintly mockingly, as he rolls his hips once more. “Like that, my pretty little slut?”

Fuck, you think, as you clamp down around his length. Paz laughs at your reaction as he begins a deep pace, his cock hitting every single spot inside you that screams for friction.

“Fucking hell,” Paz breathes. “Din, how did you not come immediately? She’s squeezing so tight she’s about to push me back out.”

“I thought about your face,” Din lobs back easily, earning a bark of laughter from Paz. “He’s getting closer to us. Think he’s watching.”

“Watching?” you ask sharply, squirming again as alarm fills you. “Paz – “

“What, you don’t like the idea of being watched?” Paz asks, tilting his head down at you.

“Fuck off,” you hiss in response, mortification filling you at his words.

“You’re our woman,” Paz says, trailing a finger down to your breast. He pinches your nipple sharply, making you squeak. “And do you know what we do with fine Mandalorian women like you?”

Oh fuck, you think to yourself, as your cunt gushes in response.

“We breed our women,” Paz continues. “And this aruetii gets to see you do what you were meant to do. Take my cock.”

As you buck your hips and try to dislodge him, Paz keeps you pinned down, a growl of laughter escaping him. He keeps you pinned, his thrusts growing rougher and deeper, invading your body in the most pleasurable of ways.

“Yes,” he hisses, “Fight all you want, kitten, but I’m not going to stop. Not until I’ve filled you up, not until I have bred you.”

As you tilt your head, you can see the caravan is dangerously close by, having slowed down to shamelessly watch the three of you. Din is sitting in front of you, shielding most of your body from his prying eyes, but there is no doubting what is currently happening. Paz tweaks your nipple again.

“Look, he’s watching,” Paz croons.

You clamp down around Paz, looking away from the man in the distance. Paz laughs darkly, tilting your helmet back with one gentle hand, forcing you to look back at the trader. Mortification fills you as you see the unadulterated lust in his eyes.

“If you look closely, I think you’ll see just how appreciative he is,” Paz purrs, and your eyes drop down to confirm the massive bulge in the front of his trousers. “Don’t you like the idea of an aruetii watching you get bred?”

You’re shaking now, your body twisting and writhing as you simultaneously try to fight him off and fuck him back. Paz is a heavy, immovable weight between your thighs and on your body, keeping you spread wide open and helpless to do anything but lay there under him and pray for mercy you know will never come. The trader doesn’t even bother trying to hide the fact that he’s watching. You should be mortified, you think to yourself, but you aren’t. Instead, you’re so aroused you can’t even think straight, your head spinning from the dizzying combination of pleasure and shame of being reduced to this. Silently, you urge the trader to take a seat, to watch as your two warriors take turns ravaging your body.

“Come on, my sweet,” Paz urges.

With a shaking breath, you swallow, and redouble your efforts, bucking your hips in a vain attempt to dislodge him. Paz rides you through your struggles, soothing you with soft, mocking shushing noises. You begin to mouth off at him, trying to hide the fact that you are close to coming, your slick puddling under you on Din’s cloak.

“I swear if I get pregnant, I’m going to fucking kill you!” you howl up at him. “Pull out! PULL OUT!”

Paz laughs. You let out a shriek of rage as you writhe in his grasp. Inexplicably, he lets you go. You hammer your fists against his chest plate, but all you manage to do is make your hands hurt.

“Please – please – I’m begging you, pull out – pull out!” you sob up at him.

Paz groans, his pace growing deeper and rougher. You push against his chest plate with all your strength, but he doesn’t even twitch as his body folds over yours. Paz buries his helmet into the crook of your shoulder.

“Oh, kitten,” he moans into your shoulder. “I’m gonna make such a mess in you.”

The thought of Paz flooding your insides breaks you. You let out a high pitched noise as you orgasm, deep shuddering waves of pleasure coursing through you. Paz grunts and lets out a shuddering sigh, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with liquid heat.

“Yes, my sweet little slut,” Paz urges. “Milk every last drop out of me.”

Once your orgasm has subsided, you let your legs fall apart onto the cloak, body relaxing under Paz’s comforting warmth. Paz cradles you in his arms, murmuring soft nothings. Warmth fills you at his tender care. You can’t help but to giggle as he nuzzles his helmet against yours, much like a loth-cat would to show their affection.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You did so, so good. Real proud of you, kitten.”

The trader stands up. He opens his mouth to speak, but Din cuts him off.

“Fuck off, or I shoot,” Din says flatly.

Wisely, the trader holds both hands up and immediately retreats. Once he is gone, Paz pulls out, and a little whimper escapes you. Paz gives you one last kov’nyn and tucks himself away. As you sit up, Paz gathers your armor, while Din offers his hand to you. You stand. Immediately, their very generous contributions begin to make their way back out, and you make a face under your helmet. Din smacks your ass sharply.

“Get back to the ship,” he says. “I’m hard and I want to – “

Grinning, you bolt away from the ship. Din lets out a curse. You hear him drop the things in his arms as he comes after you. You give escaping your best shot, but you are laughing so hard you can’t breathe. You’re half naked, tits and ass flapping in the wind, trying to escape your lovers. The absurdity is nearly too much for you to handle. Din catches up to you easily. Then he scoops his arms around you and flings you over his shoulder, earning a sharp squeal from you. He pats one hand on a sticky ass cheek.

“Bad girl,” he chides, though you can hear amusement in his voice.

You offer no resistance as Din carries you back to the ship. Once inside, Din sets you down while Paz closes the ramp behind himself. Din wraps an arm around you and pulls you close, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Can I take the rest of this off?” he asks, hands lingering on your hips.

“Yes,” you confirm.

Din carefully begins to remove your gear, stacking it all on the table next to you. He drops to his knees to unlace your boots and you step out of them, nudging them under the table. Your ruined pants follow. Then he helps you remove the rest of your clothes, leaving you standing there in your helmet and nothing else. He hesitates.

“May I take your helmet off?” he asks.

Shyly, you reach for his hands and lift them to your helmet. Together, you lift your helmet off. Your eyes sting a bit at the bright lighting from the interior of the ship. Din lets out an appreciative noise as he lifts his hand to stroke your cheek. Pressing a kiss to his thumb, you hook your fingers into his belt and pull him closer, until your tits press up against the cool beskar plate on his chest.

Din brings out his restraints and a grin crosses your face, your pussy clenching in excitement. He encloses your wrists in the rings before testing them. Not too tight, not too loose.

“Ready?” Din asks.

“Ready,” you nod, “Safe word is behot.”

With your confirmation, Din moves swiftly, almost too quickly for you to track. He marches you into the bedroom and tosses you down onto the bed, where you bounce and squeak. Paz follows, already shedding his armor and clothes into the chair. Once Din is naked – save for his helmet – he crawls onto the bed with you, the mattress creaking under his weight. You kick out at him but miss, growling in frustration.

“She’s a feisty little thing, isn’t she?” Din asks Paz. The other man comes to join you, settling on your other side.

As Paz runs his finger along your breast, you bite at him. He laughs and then he thumps his finger against the end of your nose.

“This might be a problem, Paz,” Din says conversationally.

“What is it?” Paz asks.

“It looks like she’s pushed all our cum out of her,” Din says, swiping his fingers through the tacky mess on your thighs.

“We spent all day making those loads for your pussy,” Paz scolds you, tweaking your nipple.

“I never wanted them in the first place,” you growl up at them.

“Sweet kitten,” Din soothes, parting your knees and settling between them. “If you didn’t want to be bred, you shouldn’t have run your mouth.”

“Shouldn’t have called us old and incompetent,” Paz says.

“Called us unworthy of fucking this sweet pussy,” Din adds.

You can’t help the needy moan that escapes you while he strokes his cock to full stiffness. Lifting your hips, you writhe, pulling against Paz’s grip as he holds your wrists above your head.

“You say you don’t want to be pregnant,” Din chuckles lowly. Then he starts pushing in, sliding in with a satisfying thrust. Then he growls, his head falling back as he pauses, letting you feel the throb of his cock in you. “Look at the way you’re whining and writhing on my cock. You want this.”

“We’ll have to keep her chained to this bed until she’s pregnant,” Paz says.

You can’t help but to tighten around Din. He laughs, giving you a short thrust.

“I think she likes the idea of being chained to this bed and used,” Din looks over at Paz.

“Is she like a vice?” Paz asks, feigning surprise.

With one hand, he holds your arms down. With the other, he begins fondling your tits, tweaking your nipple and twisting. Then he smacks lightly, making you squeak and writhe. Din begins to thrust shallowly, his helmet tilting down toward your tits.

“I think she’s trying to keep me from pulling out,” Din says.

“I knew it,” Paz purrs, tracing a gentle finger along your jaw. “You’re a slut for a big, thick cock in you, aren’t you?”

“No!” you blurt out, twisting under Din. “Get it out! NO!”

Paz releases you to get up. Din catches your wrists and presses your palms to his chest as Paz goes to the wall.

“Dig your nails into me,” Din orders firmly.

“Like this?” you pant up at him, as Paz turns the lights off. “Or – or is it t-too much?”

“Make it hurt,” Din barks at you.

You obey, tightening your fingers until your nails dig in. He lets out a growl of pleasure, his hips snapping into yours sharply. Each thrust fills you to the brim and a little more, earning a squeak as he finds the line between pleasure and pain. The light turns off and you hear a thud as Din puts his helmet on the bedside table. Then another as Paz puts his down. The mattress shifts and Paz takes over holding you down.

“Baby, can I please spit in your mouth?” Din whispers, nuzzling along your jaw. You smile and press a kiss against his temple.

“Of course,” you respond.

He groans. Din’s hand finds your jaw and he presses against your cheeks to pry your jaws apart. Then he hooks his thumb over your lower teeth and pulls, holding your mouth open. You let out an inelegant noise as he traces your teeth with his tongue. Then he slides it in further, mapping the roof of your mouth and then your teeth. Din pulls back just a bit and he spits. Of course, he misses your mouth in the dark, so most of it ends up on your cheeks. Din releases you and you swallow, sighing as he starts hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“Did you like that?” he asks gently, pressing his lips to your temple.

“Yes,” you whisper, “Can you…uhm…”

“What is it, baby?” Paz asks, stroking your arms.

“Be rougher, please?” you ask shyly.

“Anything you want,” Din says. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “I’m ready.”

Din starts rolling his hips harder against yours and Paz’s grip grows tighter, verging on painful. Your eyes roll back up in your head as Din bites the meat of your shoulder and sucks hard. Din palms one breast for a moment, rolling and squeezing before pinching your nipple.

“These titties bounce so beautifully,” Din says. “You like this, kitten? Feeling my cock this far in you?”

“No,” you gasp, arching your back to welcome him in deeper. “No, don’t – don’t want to – “

Paz tweaks both your nipples sharply. You cry out at the little starbursts of pain radiating from your breasts. Then he smacks firmly, making your entire body twitch.

“If you didn’t want us breeding you, you would have kept that smart mouth of yours shut,” Paz says, squeezing again. “So glad you decided to run your mouth, kitten. Never would have known how fucking good you feel.”

“You told us you were ovulating,” Din pants. “Did you think we would turn the invitation down?”

Warmth fills your belly as your pussy begins to throb around his cock. Din groans.

“If you didn’t want to be bred, you wouldn’t be moaning for cock like the little whore you are,” Paz interjects, his hand sliding toward your belly.

You choke out a sob, bucking your hips against Din’s half-heartedly, breaths coming in sharp, gasping pants.

“Come on my cock, my sweet little slut,” Din orders, and you fall apart.

“No, no, no,” you sob out while you come, “Ple-please pull out, don’t do this, Din – “

He groans and lunges forward, heaving gasps escaping him as he finishes, filling you with that liquid warmth you crave. Tightening your legs around his waist, you keep him trapped snugly in you. He thrusts shallowly for a few moments.

“There you go, kitten,” he rasps into your shoulder. “Another load for your fertile pussy.”

“My turn,” Paz says cheerfully.

Din releases you, pressing another kiss to your forehead, and pulls out with a wet noise. You collapse onto the bed, legs spread wantonly, as you try to catch your breath. Paz settles between your knees. He thrusts in sharply, wrenching a cry of surprise from you as he fills you. He begins to move, each thrust rocking your body on the covers.

“Fuck,” Paz grunts.

Arching your back, you whine, tightening your legs around Paz’s waist.

“Please,” you whine, “Harder, Paz.”

A desperate noise escapes you as he goes still.

“What was that, kitten?” he asks.

“Harder, please,” you mewl impatiently.

“Did we change your mind?” Din croons, tracing your jaw with his fingers. “Do you want to be filled up with cum, little slut?”

Another impatient noise escapes you as you lift your hips, urging Paz to continue what he was doing before. He doesn’t move, much to your chagrin. Your lower lip slides out in a pout.

“Tell me exactly what you want from me, kitten,” Paz says.

“I want you to fuck me please. Finish in me, I want every last drop,” you moan into his ear, sighing when he starts moving again. “Wanna be bred.”

“Good girl,” Paz rumbles in response.

“Wanna do what I was made to do,” you sigh, digging your nails into his back. “Get knocked up.”

He keeps a slow and unhurried pace, your mewls and pleas falling on deaf ears. He works you slowly to the edge, drawing out each thrust and kiss until you feel like your entire body quivering in desperation. He changes his pace then, grinding his pubic bone into your clit, giving you the friction and pressure that you so desperately need. Biting on your lower lip, you lift your hips, digging your nails into his back as you start to come. Paz bites you again and orgasm hits you like a freighter. You sob his name out, toes curling, as the pleasure wracks your body.

Paz rests inside you as you come down from your high, feeling fuzzy and warm, as if you’re about to fall asleep. He pulls out. A generous amount of his spend follows. He presses his lips to your forehead as you start to drowse off.

“Rest,” he murmurs. “You will need your strength, kitten.”

As you drift off, Paz tucks a blanket around you. Vaguely, you hear Din and Paz arguing over who sleeps where, but you tune them out, sinking into the warm abyss of sleep.

You aren’t quite sure how many times the two of them fuck you throughout the next few days. Originally, you had tagged along to hunt with them, but the two men clearly had other plans in mind. That first night, they keep you in bed, letting you out only for a trip to the bathroom and for food. The cuffs are loose enough for you to slip out in case of emergency, but you don’t take advantage of that fact. Honestly, the thought of being entirely at their mercy gets you soaked in seconds. Din also refuses to let you wear clothes. Any attempt to cover up is met with a growl and a very swift undressing.

Cover your tits with your hands? Din reaches for the handcuffs. He even threatens to hide the blankets and pillows until you agree to remain completely naked for his viewing pleasure. “If you’re cold,” Din says, “You come to me, and I’ll keep you warm.” Paz only shakes his head.

During the days, they alternate who hunts and who stays behind with you. When it’s Din’s turn to stay behind, he likes keeping you cuffed. Sometimes, when you’re very naughty, he’ll cuff you to the pilot’s seat and keep you between his knees. Then, he’ll slide his flaccid cock in your mouth and keep it there until you can get it hard again. Sometimes, when you get a little too fresh with him, he will finish on your face. He likes mocking you when you sulk about him wasting a load like that. Then, while you’re protesting, Din will slide his cock right back into your mouth to shut you up. When you’ve behaved to his liking, Din will finish in your pussy and tell you what a good girl you’ve been.

Paz, on the other hand, can’t stay out of your pussy. When it’s his turn to stay with you, he just plops you into his lap and buries his cock inside you. Paz is a very patient man. Sometimes, he makes you sit perfectly still on his cock. He won’t touch you until you break apart and beg him for his touch. Then, and only then, will he let you finish. Other times, he flat out uses you, not caring if you get off in the process. Then he makes you sit there in complete silence, feeling as his cock goes all soft inside you. If you make the mistake of letting his cock slip out, Paz will sigh in disappointment and make you lick up the mess that escapes your poor abused pussy.

On the fourth day of your scheduled breeding, Din comes back with something he promises you will “love”. He heads into the galley for a few minutes. You can hear the sounds of running water and him washing something. After his shower, he joins the two of you in the bed. Paz pulls out and Din replaces him. You whine impatiently – Paz hasn’t let you finish all day long. He’s kept you on the edge the entire time. Not thirty seconds later, Din also finishes, and you sulk as he pulls out.

Then something soft and squishy presses right up against your abused entrance. Your pussy resists for a few moments – whatever it is, it’s big – but it eventually pops in. You squirm as it slides in, pressing up against your g-spot.

“What the hell?” you ask Din.

“It’s an egg,” Din says proudly. “This way, we’ll be able to keep our cum inside you while you’re doing your chores, kitten.”

“I like that idea,” Paz says. “Speaking of chores, I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” Din says.

“Go get dinner on the table, woman,” Paz says, smacking your ass cheek as you roll off the bed.

The instant they found out you like being told what to do, they started taking shameless advantage of it. When they’re not fucking you, Paz and Din often have you cleaning armor or doing the cleaning around the ship. Paz especially loves watching you in the galley as you cook the meals. This is the only exception to Din’s demand that you stay naked. He lets you wear an apron to do the cooking so you don’t accidentally burn yourself. As soon as you’re finished in the galley, Din takes the apron from you and locks it up.

It took a little bit before you got used to the egg inside you, but now, it feels quite nice pressing up against your g-spot. Not only that, it keeps their spend from leaking out and making a horrible mess on your thighs. Din and Paz like seeing evidence of you being bred, but the thought of having it plugged up inside you is far more appealing to them. You can’t help but to find their eagerness to knock you up weirdly endearing.

“We should keep her like this forever,” Din says one evening while he fucks into your limp body, forcing a mortified moan out of you. “Naked and fucked into submission.”

“I like it much better when she’s cooking and cleaning,” Paz leers, stroking his cock as he waits for Din to finish, “Imagine how good she’ll look with a big belly on her. Cooking, cleaning, and looking after the little ones.”

Din swears as he finishes, coating your walls with another thick layer of spend. He pulls out and you squirm a bit. Your walls are hypersensitive now, almost tender from the sheer number of times the two warriors have fucked into your body. Paz laughs as he pushes in, plugging Din’s cum inside you.

“How many brats are we going to breed out of her?” Din asks, turning your head to the side.

He traces your lips with the head of his cock, smearing his spend and your slick onto your face. Obediently, you open your mouth and lick at the head of his cock. Din sighs as he slides in with short, gentle thrusts. Once they found out that you could swallow their cocks up to the hilt, neither one had been shy about using your mouth to get hard.

“Six,” Paz says, “Six sounds good.”

“Do you like the sound of that, kitten?” Din asks, tilting his helmet down at you. “Do you think you can breed us six children?”

You pull your mouth off Din’s cock and give him a look of pure disbelief.

“Competent warriors could provide for more than six,” you say hoarsely. “Only a useless, ancient fucker like you would stop at six.”

Paz starts to laugh hysterically at the incredulity in Din’s posture. Din sighs and picks up the big, squishy silicone egg he bought. Then he pops it into your pussy and smacks your ass.

“My armor needs to be cleaned,” he says. “Get to work, woman.”

“Yes, sir,” you sigh, as you bring your knees together and slide off the table.

They drop you off back home with the rest of the supplies. From there, Din and Paz go on to pursue the more dangerous bounties that they don’t quite trust you with. It doesn’t really offend you – you really aren’t that great of a hunter. They can handle themselves alone. They make a formidable team when partnered up together. When you go in for your medical examination, Doctor Shen just sort of stares at the results of the scan.

“Is this why you came to ask for the pregnancy cocktail?”

“I told them I was ready to have a baby,” you say shyly. “I’m so happy they were willing to help.”

Her hand on her hip is the equivalent of a raised brow.

“You’re covered in bruises and bite marks,” she says. “Did you get any hunting done at all?”

“I hunted for the first few days,” you say defensively. “Then I did a personal scan and found I was going to be ovulating soon.”

She sighs and shakes her head.

“It’ll be a little bit before we can determine if you succeeded,” she says. “So, take it easy for now.”

Twelve weeks later, Doctor Shen confirms that yes, Paz and Din were quite successful in knocking you up. When they get back, you deliver the good news. You expect them to be overjoyed – which they are – but you do not expect them to start arguing on the spot over who gets to raise the child. It gets to the point where they look like they’re ready to start brawling, so you swiftly cut in.

“You idiots had no problem taking turns fucking me,” you say, ignoring all the witnesses in the room. “You won’t have a problem taking turns raising this baby with me.”

Paz and Din grumble about having to ‘put up with’ the other, but eventually concede. You won’t admit it, but it feels nice being fought over by the two more competent warriors in the Tribe. You know you’re the recipient of many jealous looks from the others, but you have no desire to share them with anyone else. As your belly grows larger, Paz finally lets you move into his room, which is much larger than the bunk you share with your friend. (Din also moves in, so he can ‘make sure’ that Paz is looking after you.)

Then they start arguing about whose name the baby is going to get, which clan it is going to be raised in, and which warrior you were going to marry. (Armorer ends up cutting into the argument and telling you to just marry them both because she’s sick of hearing their voices and could you please tell them to shut up?)

Paz wins getting the two of you to join up as part of his clan. Regardless of clan politics, the Vizsla emblem does get certain benefits. You win the last name debacle by saying the baby gets your last name. Finally, Din gets to name the baby. (Though you remind him that any stupd names like Ori’buyce will immediately be vetoed.)

When you’re starting to get round, Din and Paz spend a lot of their time simply touching you, marveling at the changes in your body. You have to sleep between them most nights because they’re always underfoot, wanting to feel the baby move. Now, being pregnant isn’t a deterrent for either one.

In fact, the bigger your belly gets, the more they want to pleasure you. It doesn’t ever get rough – Paz and Din don’t want to risk hurting you or the baby – but it takes very little to convince them to please you. This late in your pregnancy, it’s hard to manage sex comfortably. So, they have to be creative.

Paz will make a nest of pillows on the armchair outside and layers a few towels onto the cushion. Then he carefully nestles you onto it, lifting your legs onto the arm rests until you’re spread wide open for them. (This is approximately the same time that Din loses control over his mouth.)

Din loves to tell you how good you look with a big, round belly. He comments on how your breasts have changed, how they feel heavy and ripe and full in his palms. Paz likes to tell you that you look like some sort of fertile goddess, ready to bring life into the world. He likes kissing every stretch mark and worshiping your pussy. When you’re appropriately dazed and incapable of forming a coherent sentence, they’ll let you rest. (The bigger the wet spot you leave behind on the pile of towels, the prouder they are of themselves.)

When you’re only a week from giving birth, the two of them start nesting hard. You have to wade through boxes of baby supplies to get into the little room you’ve turned into the nursery. The two idiots feed off of the other’s anxiety to the point where you have to pry baby supplies out of their hands and order them to rest. (You only have to threaten to get Doctor Shen three times before they calm down and stop panicking.)

The delivery goes smoothly. Din and Paz stay by your side the entire time, holding your hand and sponging the sweat off your forehead. They both cry more than the baby does as you hold him close to your chest. You know who fathered him, but neither Din nor Paz care. From there, they take you straight home. The two of them make a marvelous team, especially when it comes to Wife and Baby Care Duties.

Baby needs to be fed? Din’s already up to grab the baby, while Paz is finding some burp cloths for you. Diaper needs to be changed at night? You don’t know about it until you check the baby diaper log. (You are definitely getting the better end of the deal here, but you won’t complain about not having to change the diapers at night.)

By the time you’re on baby five (or six, was it? You’re not sure how many kids you have at this point), Paz and Din have already started staying at home longer and longer to bask in their well-earned ‘retirement’. They haven’t stopped hunting of course. Paz or Din just takes a young hunter or two with him to give them one-on-one tutelage.

“It’s a real privilege to be in this position,” Paz explains, as he shaves the remaining stubble off his face. “Back on Nevarro, we didn’t have this privilege. We had to go out on our own. We never had backup.”

“Kids are going to be soft,” Din mutters, though you can see the proud smile on his face. “We’ll have to toughen them up.”

“They’re lucky to have the two of you,” you respond quietly, to avoid waking up the newest member of the family. “Passing on your knowledge and skill…we’ll be all the stronger for it.”

“Exactly,” Din says, plastering a kiss onto your forehead.

“Can’t wait to take the ad’ika out,” Paz says dreamily. “Hopefully, we’ll be able to arrange childcare so you can come along.”

“I’m not missing any of their first hunts,” you say flatly. “The Tribe will just need to suck it up and babysit.”

The two of them only laugh at your indignant response. As you look out into the living room, you smile as you see your offspring spread out on the couch, watching a ‘borrowed’ movie. They will make fine warriors, you think to yourself, especially with who their fathers are.

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benisalilbitch · 4 years

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for these witcher3 characters ask.. How's about Regis, Geralt, Orianna, Iris von Everec? :3c

I needed to take a quick break, but we're back with the thirsty asks!

Thank you so much for the ask! And absolutely! Finally someone got another one of my faves and I know you know who it is. Regis has already been rated along woth Dettlaff, so you can find him in the 'ask me' tagged posts!

Geralt of Rivia

Is there anything sexier than a man with flawless white hair, fighting with a sword? Fuck no. Will definitely bang. 15/10

You might be surprised that Geralt is one of my faves given how much I make fun of this dumb slut, but he is. I'm a dumb slut myself and we are just made for each other.

The first time I saw Geralt in the game I died. I just couldn't believe I was going to be looking at this hot mf the entire game because he is the main character. I was like, bitch what?! I was so lucky to see this sexy witcher fighting monsters the entire game and I was more than happy to find that the game is long af.

I just adore men with long hair and semi-permanent scowls (you can ask my other baes) and Geralt fits that mold perfectly. Also, my man high on potions? Hot af. I swear I don't do it just because he looks hot (I do), but also because they do come in handy whenever you're fighting a monster. I also definitely didn't make Geralt run around shirtless half of the game because I just couldn't get enough of watching that hot fucker. I finally let my boy cover up when monsters started becoming tougher and his amor started looking sexier.

Geralt's voice just does it for me. Of course he's hot af, because he really is, but I really dig his voice. And his gorgeous hair. And his weird eyes because I have a thing for creepy weird eyes too. Also, isn't Geralt just the sweetest guy? He's the whole package. He cares about his family and it just makes me so happy to see all the friends my himbo has. He's hot, mean and soft, all at the same time. And whenever he growls at someone because they're not paying him enough? My hoe ass just couldn't take it.

I've started kind of categorizing a few characters into a dom/sub kinda thing and Geralt doesn't fit any. He's a switch and so am I and we're in love. I just know Geralt is whatever you want him to be. You're a hoe who's into some kinky shit? He's got you. Are you more of a vanilla kinda type? No problem. Geralt always does his best and it's always more than enough.

We also love confident and brave men. I'm constantly in awe of how brave Geralt is. He straight up talks to spirits and investigates some pretty creepy stuff that made me scared, but I was sure my man was protecting me the entire time (and I tried my best to protect him, but he died a couple times oops). We stan men that are sarcastic and funny and just plain gorgeous. I recently heard him actually laugh in a side quest and I died. His laugh is the best thing ever and whenever he has one of those cute little smiles, my poor heart can't take it.

I'm always right there with my favorite witcher, no matter what dumb shit he gets himself into. I always got Geralt's back and what a nice view that is.

Orianna

Rich, hot, vampire lady? Sing me up. Will bang. 13.5/10

I only met Orianna for a bit, since I went with another route in the DLC, but that was more than enough for me to love her. My girl is hot and feral af. Her first instinct when seeing someone stealing from her was to fucking stab them and I just love it.

Orianna's name is one of the best names I've heard and she's just so badass and classy, my heart can't take it. This rich bitch is the shit and Anna Henrietta wishes she could. I knew vampires were hot, but this lady is just too much for me.

Orianna is one feral, badass bruxa and she is more than welcome to stab me anytime.

Iris von Everec

Why? Why would you do this to me after what I've been through? I love her so much.... Also, hot af. Will totally bang and we'll cry afterwards. 13.5/10

My baby. I love Iris so much, she didn't deserve what happened to her and I did my best to try and make it better for her. My bae Olgierd definitely has good taste and Iris has even better taste. Olgierd is one stupid fucker, but he had good intentions and he sacrificed it all for his wife. I just want to take care of my baby and make it all better for her.

Iris looks gorgeous no matter what she was wearing. Her dresses were the shit and I just adore her voice. My baby also paints and she paints so damn well. I don't know if I was supposed to use the portrait in the quest, but I didn't because I only saw it after I was done lmao, so I brought it home and it's my absolute favorite.

They would have been the hottest couple together if only men in the game weren't so fucking dumb. Thank God they're pretty or I'd have gone mad already.

Send me The Witcher 3 characters and I'll rate them along with my thot thoughts.

#Ask me #The Witcher 3 #The Witcher #Geralt of rivia #Geralt #orianna #iris von everec

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ilovejaskierthebard · 4 years

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Again @gods-no-longer-tread-here is here to be the best and most inspiring. How did you know I was secretly craving to write more on this lil angry bastard???

Which like...let me explain.

*deep sigh* I AM. FOREVER. MAD. About how much I love Baker!Lambert. 😂

I love Geralt. Jaskier is my soul and Eskel is the light of my life. Before this, Lambert was my fondly, disgustingly adored lil goblin baby man. I can not explain that more, if you have a lil trash baby character you know what I mean when I say I love him as much as I want to kick his ass.

((Oh gods, is this how Vesemir feels all of the time???))

But lemme tell you. I love Baker!Lambert. I do. I want to write 80 chapters of a slow burn fic where he falls in love with an equally competitive and angry baker who comes to town to learn from him. There would cakes with hand made icing that said 'Fuck You, Lambitch' in beautiful cursive. Pies that are golden and flakey from afar but up close the crimped edging would be lil dicks. There would 100% be a food fight of some sort that would eventually lead to Lambert walking around unaware that his ass has two very clear flour-hand prints.

((It would be a rom com for assholes, yall))

ANYWAYS so yes. OF COURSE there would be consequences of Lambert fucking with the thirsty town thots. I mean, for a long time i think they'd be too scared to individually pick a fight with him.

Like this man knows he is good at what he does, and he knows come monday morning you'd insult your own mother for one of his bagels. So that's one bit of leverage, but also he is very clearly 'the one down for murder' of the brothers. If you fuck with him, he will stab you. Bread knife. Icing spatula. Ovens the size of a man. The man works with a lot of tools.

So yeah, It would take a while for all the local Eskel thotters (whats the word for a gathering of thots??? A ho down?...thats the worst joke I've ever made in my life but Im keeping it in here.) To get together and realize 'oh shit' and that he has been messing with them all.

It probably starts small, just a few of them being like ): Lambert is such a meanie -but then more and more people join and they get drunk and then they want answers.

Cue to Lambert looking out his window to a fucking mob. Who just so happen to lose their collective shit all at the same time, on a day that just so happens to ACTUALLY be Eskel's birthday.

And of course you know Lambert just went balls out for this cake because he likes to show off. But also because, this is like an intimate family gathering and he deep down really wants to show them his work because he knows they'll love it.

Excuse me why I cry

So this cake. It's probably as tall as Eskel himself. Amazing flavors, idk like every layer is something crazy like white chocolate with rasberry filling or angel cake with passion fruit infused icing. It would be a heavily landscaped mountain, with sugar glass flowers and trees. Little edible goats -Eskel's whole herd with tiny party hats on- placed all around 😭😭😭

Lambert probably threw several tantrums and sold his soul to the devil to make it tbh

Which like, makes it all that worse because 1. He can not leave the cake behind to run away. 2. There is no way he can convince anyone that it isn't a cake for Eskel's birthday party. There is a lil candy made Eskel holding a baby Lil Bleater on top of fucks sake. So yeah. He needs not only sneak himself out but also the cake???

CUE CAKE HEIST

Somehow, through very dangerous and needlessly complex ways, Geralt and Jaskier help Lambert sneak out of his own bakery while also stealing the cake.

Some random high lights:

- They try and leave numerous ways. All fail. Even the weird ways. Like out Lambert's window on the second floor. The mob is there. Waiting.

-Jaskier's plan is to just have Geralt take off his shirt. The crowd is unimpressed.

-Jaskier goes feral. Calls the crowd a bunch of names/insults their whole family tree/gets into actual fist fight over someone saying they think Eskel has better abs.

-Geralt goes to help Lambert, but is constantly being hissed at because he is making the cake wobbly/not holding it right

- Jaskier + Horny Mob + ??? = Profit!!

- Actually no. It escalates to wild chase scene, a fire and three buildings being demolished. No one is hurt because they are all running around after this one feral bard

- Lambert: Aren't you worried if they catch him?

Geralt: No. I'm more worried for them. Jaskier is a biter.

Lambert: Gross. You better have all your shots, Geralt. I don't want to explain to Papa V you died getting feral bard rabies.

Geralt: *jerks the cake a lil*

Lambert: I will bake you into a fucking PIE

*Meanwhile Eskel is having a sort of off day, no one has showed up for the party yet except Vesemir and Ciri. Which like, he probably hates his birthday, hates making a big fuss but wonders what his brothers are up to, you know?

Eskel: Maybe they forgot?

Vesemir: *looking towards the town that is literally on fire* ...they'll be here soon.

Eventually, the boys show up, with the cake perfectly intact! - I mean, yeah. Geralt is missing a shirt, Jaskier is covered in blood and Lambert has a black eye but hey! Cake!

Eskel has a great birthday after all, and gives Lil Bleater a taste of his cake and tells Lambert he's proud of him -which 100% will make him cry and hug Eskel so hard that rib bones will possibly be fractured. Followed by a group hug because everyone needs and deserves them.

#domestic!witcher au #baker!lambert #lambert #horsetrainer!Geralt #Hot Goat Dad!Eskel #sugarbaby v #vesemir #eskel #jaskier

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babyybitchhh · 4 years

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Thotty Thursday: Part 2

The second installment of Thotty Thursday is upon us. Rejoice, heathens!

Now, let me just say that I’m picking dudes at random while trying to keep things balanced between old shows and new ones but ... y’all really bout to notice some patterns the more we do this so I’m just gonna wait for someone to call me out tbh. 😰

FYI, I like to think of myself as an equal opportunist thirster and if a dude is hot then he’s hot. I’m not one to question this shit. But when you get right down to it I have like four types: high IQ smarty pants, dummy thicc, dad and bad boy bastard. Our next snack belongs in the last category, without question.

He’s honestly prettier than me and that is not an exaggeration but don’t let his good looks fool you

This Arabian Nights styled dime piece has a mean streak a mile wide. Because of Reasons, ofc, but that don’t change the facts

Not only did he once punch a child in the face for no other reason than to assert his dominance (fact) he also pretended to cry in front of the person he hates most just to laugh about how they fell for his (flawlessly executed) act

He honestly may or may not have a few screws loose but that’s part of the appeal, you see. It adds a dash of spice to the meal

And you know what they say about crazy bitches in bed 😏

Full disclosure, I started reading Magi: Labyrinth of Magic before the anime aired and his name was originally translated as Judal so that’s what he’s always going to be in my mind. The official translation is Judar, and I respect that, but at the end of the day I do not know her

Judar who?

Can I also just take a moment to point out that gloriously long, thick braid he’s sporting tho

This man has hair for days and there’s just something I find incredibly attractive about that

I want to take it all down and carefully comb through it, play with it and style it again

Really show him the attention he deserves

If he decided to suffocate me with it, well, I guess I wouldn’t complain about that either

Now, the setting alone had my interest PIQUED right out the gate because I love Middle Eastern inspired aesthetics and I truly don’t think it’s utilized as a setting half as much as it deserves to be. It’s very beautiful imo and the anime team did a pretty good job of capturing that vibe but if I’m being honest I think the manga was better (up to a point)

However there ain’t nothing quite like seeing your man move on screen or hearing his voice with your own two ears and when I say Judal put on a show each time he showed up ... 🥵

I think I can safely say my pussy clenched whenever I got so much as a whiff of him possibly making an appearance, PHEW

He’s just so pretty and mean

My favorite combo tbh

“But why do you like mean boys so much 🤔?” You ponder aloud and my answer to that is “I don’t know. I just do.”

Judal gets my kitty purring for a variety of reasons but the biggest is probably that I can’t look at him without imagining myself as his feisty little slave girl, wearing nothing but sheer silk and delicate gold chains, completely at his mercy ...

Oops, did I say that out loud? 😳

I mean, can you really blame me when he’s running around in those baggy harem pants though?? Can you really???

So the first thing you probably thought was: damn. This guy kinda dressed like a thot 👀

And you’re not wrong

Does he HAVE to dress like that? Strictly speaking, no. But I am definitely not complaining about his fashion choices

His titties are so close to popping out of that tiny little shirt that we’d be getting nip slips left, right and center if he had any more meat on his bones than that and trust me when I say he did that shit on purpose

This boy is SUCH a fucking tease and he loves the attention it gets him - first and foremost because he’s used to being the CENTER of attention but we’ll get more into that a little bit later

Hes just a tad 👌 narcissistic, loves to show off, definitely bipolar and is in a constant state of feeling himself so he’s hitting all his marks as far as I’m concerned

In short, he’s perpetually oozing big dick fuck boy energy and I live for it

That’s why he’s always showing up with that stank ass attitude, he knows damn well he can pull the baddest bitch around AND her man too

He’d fuck you and your boyfriend at the same time just to prove a point, that’s actually how petty he is

Honestly though I’d like to see ANYbody maintain their resolve when he’s laying on the charm and Judal’s just cruel enough to do it for shits and giggles

Probably wakes up in the middle of his sprawling imperial bed at two in the afternoon and says something like “damn, I need a little pick me up today” and then proceeds to manipulate and harass his lucky unfortunate victim of choice

He’s relentless too and will stop at absolutely nothing to get what he wants, even if that means breaking you in the process

Again, I like the challenge he represents

But also I just like a man who can make me cry 🤷‍♀️

And I don’t doubt he absolutely would. Tears probably turn him on tbh and I’m positive he’s got a bit of a yandere streak too

Are y’all seeing those patterns yet??

So did you guys notice that wand he keeps twirling around like a goddamn baton?

He’s a magic user, or in this case a magi which means he’s literally at the top of the food chain in this universe

He’s special special

Every ounce of confidence he has is rightfully deserved and even tho he’s not the strongest per say, he IS extremely powerful and his destiny as a magi is to influence the world

THE WHOLE ASS WORLD YA’LL

That’s why he’s got such a big fucking ego

I promise these aren’t major spoilers, so you don’t have to worry about that

When he was still a (too precious for words) child, he was abducted by an evil cult so that they could manipulate him and use his powers to influence shit in a bad way. The exact details of what they did to him are hazy, but based on the snippets we did get it seems like they basically put Judal on a pedestal and raised him as if he were some kind of god or a king

I’m talking waiting on him hand and foot, giving him whatever he wanted, essentially worshiping him and using persuasive mind control magic to convince him that he’s the best thing to happen since sliced bread

And it worked

Can you tell exactly how fucked up this kid is right now

Keep in mind here that I’m not saying his screwed up personality isn’t the result of some seriously bad mojo

Magi are supposed to be what tips the scales of fate in this setting which, generally, means for the betterment of the world and this whack ass cult pointedly steered him down a path he otherwise would not have gone

But it’s this tragic past of his that really brings the whole package together

He could be a mean pretty boy for no other reason than because he wants to and I’d still drop into a split on his cock

I like mean for the sake of mean too

It’s just that knowing what made him the way he is gives us the perfect amount of insight to truly feel sympathetic despite all the bad shit he has done and will continue to do

Personally, it makes me want to be the one to show him genuine, tender affection no matter how much he’s initially appalled by the mere suggestion so in a lot of ways it’s similar to how I feel towards Hiei

But that doesn’t mean I want him to change and start being n - 🤢 start being nice - 🤮

He’s perfect just the way he is and there’s just something about big, confident egos that gets me going like little else

And Judal seems to truly believe he’s the greatest gift the world has ever received and he’s not wrong about that imo so yeah he definitely has an attitude problem

But that also means he’s a spoiled brat tho and he’s definitely one of those dudes who needs to be dommed on occasion to really get the full experience 👀

I am not too shy to pin him down and milk his cock for all it’s worth, that is all I’m saying fam

And can I just point out how breathtakingly gorgeous he’d look all flushed and sweaty, whimpering like a needy little bitch in heat while having his prostate relentlessly teased for hours on end?

Goodness, it suddenly got HOT in here, is that just me??? 💦

Ofc the only way that’s gonna happen is if he allows it - which I don’t see being a common occurrence - but that’s why you gotta take advantage of that shit when it does 👀

On the topic of Judal being spoiled, I want to mention that there are actually TWO very different backdrops that I can thot around with him in, and I like that

There’s the fantasy Middle East setting ofc which I personally can’t get enough of

I’m wearing the slave girl Leiah outfit in my mind right now btw

But he also spends a lot of time in this worlds version of ancient China complete with all the dramatic robes and elegant architecture to really set the mood

He has an entire imperial palace on lock and if that doesn’t get you even a little bit horny then idk what to tell you

The royal family for the most part treats him like one of their own despite not being related in any way, if that tells you exactly how much clout he pulls in this setting, and even tho they’re essentially using him for their own gain Judal doesn’t seem to mind it one bit

He likes being at the top and having the freedom to do whatever he wants so if that means doing a little dirty work for the Kou Empire then so be it

And I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t be a ride or die on these little errands

Like, just imagine this pretty boy pulling up to you on his flying carpet (that’s not a joke or something I just pulled out of my ass btw) and asking if you want to come back to his crib for some fun

You say yes, because you might be a thirsty slut but you’re certainly not STUPID

And he straight up takes you to a fucking palace

Be honest with me guys, how fast do the panties come off tho?

Be real with me here

This is actually just the plot of Aladdin but with the gender roles reversed 🤣

Fr fr though, A Whole New World plays softly in the back of my mind every time I think about this dude, except it’s much darker and ... explicit 😏

But my point here is that Judal’s got basically everything he could ever possibly want so he really just needs a pretty little concubine at his side to complete the picture

And I dead ass feel like it should be ME

When I say this man could get it ....

OOF

He is TROUBLE in its purest form and I regret nothing about my choice in fictional men

Absolutely nothing

He could honestly fuck me up seven ways to Sunday and I’d thank him for the honor

Spit on me, king. Please. I don’t need nothing else to sustain me

Unless you want to throw some of that choice dick in for free? 👀

Lord have MERCY

#thotty thursday #judal #judal magi #magi labyrinth of magic

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lixiescheesestick · 5 years

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Smut Prompt; 06: Rivals, Member and Y/N, have sex in a broom closet in the gym after a wrestling match with sexual tension. w/ Changbin

You had never hated anyone more than you hated him.

To the way he would get praise from everyone, and how he would get cocky every time he won a match, and not to forget the fact that he would generally just bully you and mock your skills.

If you had to make a list of things you hated, Seo Changbin would be at the very top, and there is no denying you are at the top of his list as well.

You two had always been rivals. From the day you both entered the self defence club in middle school, you each became competitive. Trying to win against each other in each match you ever had.. and none of that changed when you both signed up for the boxing classes close to where you both lived.

Both of you were quite well known there, having been there since you were ages 15 and 16. But you were not known for the talent that you both held, you were known as 'the two that have some unknown sexual tension surrounding the'.

You scoffed every time your best friend would use that title. "There is no sexual tension at all! I have no clue what you are on about. I hate his guts.." you ranted.

She chuckled, looking you in the eye," I am just saying Y/N, the way he smirks at you when y'all are ripping at each other's throats says otherwise." She continued "Plus, though you hate him there is no denying that he is really hot."

You looked down, biting your lip to hold back your laughter. It didn't hold long though until you burst out into laughter, you friend confused such as everyone else who was mildly close to you two.

"Seo Changbin and HOT?! You have got to be kidding me. With those buff arms, his 'handsomely' sharp jawline, 'beautiful' dark eyes and those harsh looking calloused hands…?"

You heard a chuckle behind you and flung around to see where it was coming From, and to your dismay, there he was. His honey skin covered by a thin layer of sweat, hair damp and taking the bandages off of his hands. His black, skin tight tank top showing a little more than you would have appreciated.

"Why isn't that cute. I'm not hot, yet you just listed many reasons to why I am, in fact, extremely hot."

You looked down, trying to gain composure before looking up and glaring into his eyes to speak.

"Those are things I, in fact, think are annoying and unattractive. Did you hear the tone I used? Or are you just being an arrogant prick and hearing the non-existent positives of yourself?"you smirked at yourself for the look on his face, which you could only render as: speechless.

As he finally had the bandage off of his right hand,he flipped you off, turning around to go toward the showers.

~♡~

It was the next day, the evening classes coming to an end but you decided to stay. There was going to be a tournament soon and you wanted to be fully prepared, as always.

The teacher gave you the key, telling you to lock the door properly or you would have to sweep the entire place for one month. You nodded, placing the keys by your bag.

You started working on the punching bag, lightly jumping back and forth, doing different punches every couple of seconds.Eventually you became thirsty, going to grab your water bottle only to find it gone.

“Looking for this?” you heard an all too familiar voice say.

You didn’t want to turn around, knowing you would get riled up as soon as you did, but you turned anyway. “What the fuck are you doing here, Seo?” you asked, clearly aggravated.

Changbin just chuckled, smirking in your direction. “Oh nothing..” he lied, looking you straight in the eyes, “I just saw you in here practicing alone and I thought some company may be nice. Maybe even someone to have a match against?”

You scoffed. Seo Changbin, in this moment, was basically asking for you to let out your hate on him.

“I’d rather keep that face of yours in tact. Wouldn’t want any of your pretty thots to get mad.”, it was a taunt to see if you could make him angry, and it seemingly didn’t work.

“Ah, I see. You are just scared.. I get it. I mean, I am probably 1000x stronger than you when it comes to self defence. We both know who was always better at pinning the other down.” he winked, making you innerly gag. His words taunting.

You got up and grabbed your personally pair of gloves, slipping them on easily and climbing into the arena. Changbin watched you before following in your footsteps, only grabbing a spare that they provided at the studio. “There we go.”

You each got into the correct stance, Changbin counted down from three. As soon as his countdown hit one, your face got more serious and you tried throwing a punch, Changbin dodging expertly.

It was annoying really, you began to be the only one throwing punches, Changbin constantly being the one to dodge.

Suddenly as you threw, what you would say, your one hundredth punch, Changbin didn’t completely dodge. Instead he grabbed your arm between his and tripped you so that you were lying on your back. In the process of falling, you quickly grabbed his shoulders pulling him down with you.

The position you were now in seemed very lewd, making you blush. YOu looked up only to see Changbin staring down ad you, a pink tint in his cheeks as his eyes quickly flickered from your lips to your own eyes.

You did the same, his pink lips looking perfect. Not too thin, but also not overly plump.

All the hatred you had on him slowly seemed to disappear as you looked into his sparkling eyes and then back down to his lips.

It was very sudden and shocked both you and Changbin when you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, arms flying around his neck pulling him into a heated kiss. It took him a fe seconds to respond before he put one hand on your jaw lightly, another on your waist as he took over the dominance.

As his tongue swept over your bottom lip, you obeyed immediately. His tongue entering your mouth as your tongues danced around together. Your legs got tighter around his waist, making his growing erection lightly brush over your crotch. You moaned at the contact, a jolt of pleasure moving up your body.

It had been a few minutes of you and him grinding against each other. The kiss getting more and more heated by the second until suddenly the back door of the place slammed shut.

Changbin looked over to the large clock on the wall before mumbling “Shit, the janitor.”

He got up, pulling you with him. He ran around the place until he saw the old janitors closet, which was now a small empty room.

After he got you both inside, he locked the door pushing you up against it, which you had no problem with. Your previous make out carrying on, but this time you were each clawing each others clothing off. When you had pulled his shirt off, you saw his beautifully toned body. You stared at it a little too long though because after a few seconds Changbin began to chuckle again.

“Like what ya see?” he asked cockily, and without hesitation you nodded your head yes, shocking the buffed up boy in front of you a little.

He may of started liking this side a little more already. Your submissiveness turning him on extremely. He really wanted to see how far he could go with this.

Suddenly, you were turned around. Your Upper body pressed against the cold metal of the door as Changbin held both your hands back. You heard his belt making noises as he pulled it off.

As you realized what he was doing, you whimpered in arousal. A bigger wet patch forming in your panties.

Your hands were now pulled tight behind your back, as Changbin pulled your leggings and underwear down in one go. Suddenly, he started to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so submissive. Where’s your strong front gone, huh slut?”, a low sting of moans left your mouth. If there was one way to make you fall into a submissive headspace, it was definitely talking you down and degrading you.

A long lick from your clit through your slit brought you out of your thoughts. You pushed your ass back, arching your back lightly.

You felt Changbins fingers prodding at your entrance, making you whimper quietly. Little did Changbin know that you actually really loved his hands. The way they would look after practice, the veins in his arms popping out when he would ball his hands into fists. You never wanted him to know that weakness, but tonight he would most likely find out for himself.

Finally he pushed a finger in, making you moan out loud. Apparently a little to loud for Changbins taste as he used his other hand to stick his fingers into your mouth. “Shut up, slut. Or do you want us to get caught?” he said, the slight aggression due to the dominance making you whimper.

He stick another finger in and started scissoring into you, the suddenness of the action making you let out gargled moans around Changbins fingers. It didn’t take long before you felt the need to cum, clenching around Changbins fingers.

“You need to cum? Hm?” he asked, voice taunting. You nodded best you could in your current position. “The go ahead.” he said. It felt amazing as your high washed over you. A euphoric feeling taking over your body.

Changbin slowly pulled his fingers out, turning you around so that you were now facing him. He untied your hands in the back, only to tie them up again by your front.

After that he slowly peeled his boxers down to reveal a not to long yet girthy length. You whimpered at the sight of precum slowly leaking out the tip.

“You think you’re prepped enough baby?” he asked, the new nickname making you slightly shy as he grabbed the back of your thighs, hauling you up. “Yes.” you whimpered out quietly as you felt the tip prodding at your entrance, still slightly sensitive.

You kept your legs wrapped around Changbins waist tightly, arms raising so you could put them around the back of his neck.

He slowly pushed in the tip, the stretch making your face contort in displeasure.

You, quite obviously, weren’t a virgin. But it had been a while since your last sexual encounter.

Changbin kissed your cheeks lovingly, his hard dominance suddenly gone due to the fact that he didn’t want to make you too sore for practice the next day.

He inched himself in until his cock was fully inside of you. He took a second to let you adjust, leaving kisses along your collarbones and even leaving a single hickey to mark you as his for a good couple of months.

“Y-you can move…” you whimpered out, digging both of your hands deep into his raven colored hair.

He complied, groaning as he began thrusting into you slowly. His dug his head into the crook of your neck, biting your shoulder lightly so the still working janitor couldn't hear him.

You bit your lip harshly, scraping your nails down his back to keep yourself from screaming at the immense pleasure forming in your lower abdomen. “I-I’m close..” Changbin groaned into your ear, edging you further on.

“Me too, fuck.. Bin faster.” you moaned out and he instantly began snapping his hips up into yours and it didn’t take long for him to cum, the feeling of it pushing you over the edge yourself.

Changbin thrusted through both of your highs before stilling inside of you. It took each of you a little while to gather your composure before Changbin pulled out slowly, the slight overstimulation of the action hitting you.

Changbin couldn’t help but groan at the sight of yours and his cum slowly leaking out of you. He got dressed before helping you get your underwear and leggings back on before unlocking the door.

You were too tired to move, making Changbin take it upon himself to carry you in one arm while he grabbed your things and taking you outside, making sure to lock the building before walking towards his car and placing you in the passenger's seat, taking you to his apartment and letting you sleep there, wrapped in his arms.

~♡~

It had been a few weeks and everyone started noticing the change. You and Changbin would train together quite often, him even driving you home after practice and the hickey adorning your neck obviously didn't go unnoticed by your friends.. You even started meeting up in your free time, becoming extremely good friends.

You now kept on wondering how you could hate Changbin before. Even though he was previously so cocky and arrogant, no he was unbelievably kind, cared about you immensely and cheered for you in all of your matches. Obviously you did the same.

It was currently a quiet Saturday night and you sat in the park witch Changbin, your favourite ice cream on hand.

As soon as you finished you laid back to enjoy the beautiful summer weather, arms spread out as you smiled. Then you had the sudden feeling that someone was watching you, and to no surprise when you opened your eyes, there Changbin was, staring at you.

“What is it? Is there something on my face?” you asked, raising your eyebrows as you sat up.

He nodded his head, continuing to say “Yeah, beauty.” making you laugh at his cringy line. But then he suddenly got quite serious.

“You know I was being serious, right?” he said, looking into your eyes.

Suddenly you became shy, breaking the eye contact and blushing a bright shade of red. “And now why would you call ME beautiful of all people?” you chuckled out, looking to your lap.

Suddenly something you never saw coming happened. It was too fast to comprehend as Changbin put a finger under your chin, making you look at him and then he leaned in, closing his eyes. He stopped before touching your lips, letting you decide.

You leaned forward, locking your lips into a passionate kiss. He pulled away lightly, pecking your lips quickly before leaning back completely.

“If you haven’t noticed yet.. I am, in fact, completely in love with you by now.” Changbin said, his hand never leaving your chin, never breaking eye contact.

You gulped at his words, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. You obviously had fallen in love with him by now too, but your silence made him insecure. He pulled his hand back, stuttering out an apology.

“I-I mean it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, y-ya know if you didn’t I am sorry for kis-” before he could finish his sentence you had jumped on him, engulfing him in a tight hug.

“Of course I love you too! Why would I have kissed back if I didn’t you adorable dork.” You said, face in a huge smile making Changbin sigh out in relief. His face lit up instantly as he wrapped his arms around our body. “So, can I officially call you mine?” he asked cautiously.

“Only if I can call you mine too.”

a/n; I really hope y’all enjoyed this. It was probably one of the longest smut scenes I did with it adding up to 1.2k word for the SMUT only. Kinda pleased with myself. I’m going to try posting fluff tomorrow because I just relly have been in a fluff mood lately. I love y’all byee! <3

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Playing Kazama's Route Because I Guess I Hate Myself Part 1: Kyoto Winds

So, I'm going to play through everybody's routes on Hakuoki and vent my feelings and frustrations on here! I've already done Saito and Iba but I will play them again soon, too. Next up is Kazama, mostly because I'm curious to find out if this fucker has any redeeming qualities. Maybe if you're into nonces. Idk.

Wow, I had forgotten how gloriously campy this intro is :') I love it so much!

Playing through the prologue because it sets the tone of blood, death and assholes. This game is much more violent, tragic and much less horny than I had predicted and I guess I'm into that.

Aw, Chizuru bae is so lonesome and vulnerable <3

Kodo flashback! HIIISSSSSSSSSS!!! >:(

Just taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful and romantic the nighttime environment and music is <3 At least, until people start getting slashed up X_X

OKAY GAME, WE GET IT: CHIZURU IS HORNY FOR HIJIKATA. GOD.

Okita is enjoying this waaay too much X_X

Chapter 1

WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE

Thank you for untying me, InouBAE!

THEY'VE BEEN DISCUSSING THE SITUATION SINCE MORNING BUT NOBODY THOUGHT TO SUGGEST MAYBE NOT REVEALING MORE SENSITIVE INFORMATION WHILE I'M IN THE ROOM?! I'm surrounded by idiots -_-

Apparently, "They are all truly gentlemen." Uh-huh.

Hooray for Chizuru calling out Okita for being a douche. And Hijikata for calling everyone a bunch of kids! Where is the lie? :')

Um, why has the camera zoomed in on Nagakura's crotch? Chizuru, please control your thirst. This is a life or death situation.

Now Saito's telling Okita to stop being a prick and Okita's response is, "hehe." X_X

Casual suicide jokes... Reminds me of my friends at uni X_X

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE 8O I can't see how this could possibly backfire...

OMG Kondou describing not recognising a girl as "The shame of a lifetime!" XD

"Maybe it's time you spilled your guts, kid." Is he... Is he telling me to commit seppuku?! O_O "I looked at him and nodded." GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD.

Although, with Harada threatening to strip me, suicide doesn't look like such a bad option X_X Tell me, Inoue, WHERE ARE THESE GENTLEMEN YOU WERE TELLING ME ABOUT?!

Feminist Hijikata wants to kill me regardless of gender :') We stan a woke queen.

Feminist icon Sanan also thinks that gender is irrelevant but doesn't want to kill me because THEIR JOB IS LITERALLY TO PROTECT PEOPLE.

You search so hard for Kodo and he turns out to be such a treacherous snake :'(

Bad feminist Hijikata calls the Shinsengumi "sons of bitches" for feeding me to him as his page. The Shinsengumi are strong, independent bitches in their own right.

Escaping execution but being quietly upset about having to wear ugly boy clothes for the foreseeable future is a mood.

More of Hijikata threatening to cut off Okita's tongue, please!

What does Chizuru have against afternoon drinking :P Clearly she has never enjoyed a long glass of Pimm's on a warm Summer afternoon! I guess she is pretty young...

Hijikata isn't here so can I please sneak out with you guys instead of staring at the wall all day?

Reeeeeeally want to pick the yes to dressing like a girl option but apparently that's not what Daddy Nonce wants :( HE'S NOT EVEN SHOWN UP YET AND HE'S ALREADY RUINING MY FUN! >:(

Well, now we're literally running away from Nagakura and Inoue. I'm getting High School flashbacks.

Wait, why is Heisuke being weird about Saito being in my room? Did this happen last time too? Maybe I just forgot or maybe it's because I was hanging out with Heisuke and Harada before...

This dinner is terrifying.

Survival of the fittest? More like survival of the FATTEST! Amirite? Anyone? No? I'll stop.

Takeda admittedly has a point about you not earning your place in the Shinsengumi. And he has great hair. So I can almost forgive him for being a mega bitch.

"His swordsmanship is decent, BUT he is well read and possesses a cunning mind for military science." Not sure if a translation error or Hijikata just hates nerds?!

Does accompanying Hijikata as his page get me bonus Kazama Sexy Points purely because it pisses Hijikata off?

Chizuru once again being in mortal peril but getting distracted by Iba's beautiful face is relatable af.

"Takeda huffed smugly to himself and WADDLED out of the store." What a majestic image we have been blessed with :') The bitchiest penguin ever to waddle this Earth!

Iba happily munching his bean jelly is a MOOD.

Chapter 2

Okita telling you that you're here to keep him company on his rounds is exactly the kind of bullshit that I'd expect from him X_X

Guess I'm just running into a battle...

Oh, it's Kazama. Sitting on the windowsill like the edgy bastard he is.

Aaaand he just killed a guy on his own side. Classic edgelord move.

And apparently I have to thank him for this display if I want him to be my waifu.

Seemingly, Chizuru is thirsty for this slut and is being REALLY FRICKING OBVIOUS ABOUT IT X_X

OH HE DID NOT JUST CALL ME THE SHINSENGUMI'S BITCH. Although, it is somewhat accurate XD STILL A DICK MOVE AFTER I THANKED HIM SO NICELY, THOUGH.

AND HE SAYS THAT I HAVE MANNERS, BUT WHERE ARE YOUR FREAKING MANNERS, YOU EDGY THOT?!!!

I have a feeling that a lot of this will be typed in caps from now on -_-

Oooh he winked! I cannot handle this intense eroticism!

Surprise Saito! My favourite flavour of surprise (see, "Shinsengumi's bitch")!

The Shinsengumi are grateful for my efforts and, thus, have gifted me with the great gift of sweeping <3

Hijikata and Iba are so cute <3

Kazama's being edgy again X_X and murdering people. Classic Kazama.

Oh wow, he's actually calling us peasants.

Aw, we're talented peasants <3 How generous of him!

HOW DARE HE TRASH TALK OKITA LIKE THAT! Wow, I'm actually defending that asshole X_X

Hijikata baring his teeth like an angry doggo XD

I'm super mad at Kazama for killing that poor Shinsengumi guy :'( Such a thoughtless waste of life :'(

Now he's mocking Nagakura's obedience to the Shogun. What are your lofty ideals, Kazama? Ah yes, you want to subjugate and enslave the human race. How... noble...

Okay, so, apparently, Kazama is being a huge, murderous pain in the ass because he's just OH SO CONCERNED for the pride of his human allies. I don't buy it.

Ah, Hijikata called Kazama a petulant child :') Truer words were never spoken!

Okay, now Hijikata is saying that they don't deserve an honourable death?! Wow, Hijikata. That comment is not going to age well, I can tell you.

So maybe I agree with Kazama here!? He still shouldn't have murdered that guy, though.

I seriously don't understand why Hijikata is so keen to slaughter these guys and potentially lose more of his men just to force them to suffer a shameful death?! Maybe he doesn't see dying that way as dishonourable but I have no patience for people forcing their ideals onto others.

Aaah! Kazama throwing Hijikata's insult back in his face is pretty brilliant!

Kazama just sliced me in the face! Sexy?!

Sexy Points with Kazama because he's confirmed your full BROOD MARE potential.

Kazama likes calling people bitches so we have that in common.

So, now Hijikata respects them for committing seppuku?! I am CONFUSED.

Oh, now I'm getting Itou's origin story?! This is unexpected!

Wait, have I broken the game and accidentally romanced Kondou?! What is happening right now?! X_X

Oooh! I'm getting sword training! Yes please! This is better than sex :D

Feminist icon Kondou isn't going easy on me just because I'm a girl :D

Chapter 3

Aka: Sanan's breakdown!

"Those were his last words." O_O I... hope that that's not true...

Okay, now he's throttling me! I take it back! Somebody fillet this crazy fucker!

OMG WAS THAT CRUNCHING SOUND MY NECK?!

But why is he choking me when he could be sipping on my delicious blood? O_o

The awkward moment when your creepy brother is a hotter woman than you X_X

Apparently, Kazama's gazing at me with bloodlust. How romantic.

Haha! Apparently Kazama's hand is "pale and grasping like the tentacle of some hideous subterranean monster." X_X Hot.

Yay! Rescued from tentai boi by HajiBAE and SanoCUTEY! And Harada is calling out Kazama for being a creep :') This is a good day.

Kazama's response burn is weak. The culture and the nose of a dog? What does that even mean? Even if Harada's nose looked like a dog's, that'd still be pretty weak, imo.

Ha! Saito's response is basically just an Uno reverse card but I'm always here for calling Kazama out on his hypocrisy.

Omg, now Yamazaki is kidnapping me and Shiranui's calling him out! None of these hos have any chill!

Amagiri is taking a break from fighting to read Shiranui for being a hotheaded pain in the arse.

Hijikata is rightfully calling me an idiot for drawing my sword on Kazama :')

Kazama's insults are so blunt and childish but it's so funny! He just called Hijikata a weak shit! Apparently, fighting him is an honour and Hijikata isn't giving this diva the attention he believes he deserves.

Hijikata needs to stop calling me Kid X_X

"Sleazebag" = accurate.

Ooh, Sanan is paying me a late night visit! How risqué!

Of course I want to learn more about the water of life but The Grand High Nonce would apparently disapprove so I guess I'll have to wait until another route to find out :'(

Apparently Kazama's not going to abduct me TODAY. How reassuring.

I relate to Kazama admiring the beauty of the temple but he lost me by being a hypocrite again. Apparently, he doesn't understand how humans can destroy their creations with their wars. KAZAMA IS FIGHTING WITH THE PEOPLE WHO WANTED TO BURN KYOTO AND THEY PARTIALLY SUCCEEDED. Kazama can only destroy things, as far as I can tell.

Now he's ranting about how they lie, deceive and kill. Pot kettle black? "If they want something, they'll steal it." UGH, KAZAMA, YOU HAVE REPEATEDLY TRIED TO STEAL ME YOU HYPOCRITICAL FUCKWIT. HE'S SO FRUSTRATING. SUCH AN INSUFFERABLE COMBINATION OF PRETENTION, HYPOCRISY, CRUELTY, HUBRIS, I could go on XD I should stop... For now...

AAAAAH HE JUST SAID NOT TO TRUST THE SHINSENGUMI BECAUSE THEY KILL THEIR OWN MEN WITHOUT BATTING AN EYELASH. THAT'S WHAT KAZAMA DOES WHEN YOU FIRST MEET HIM! BUT I GUESS IT DOESN'T COUNT TO HIM BECAUSE THE MAN WASN'T PART OF HIS SUPERIOR RACE!

Sen = <3

Chapter 4 (This is where I went to sleep)

I feel like we could have got away with killing the guy who was SENTENCED TO DEATH if fricking Sanan hadn't shown up and revealed his alive-ness!

Aw, Itou is concerned about my arm!

Aaaaand he's ruined it by being a cunt XD "Would you like to know?" "Yes." "I won't tell you." X_X

Heisuke, Saito... HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME... WHEN I NEEDED TO... POSSES YOU... I HATED YOU; I LOVED YOU TOO... BAD DREAMS IN THE NIGHT.... *Continues singing Wuthering Heights and dances around the room dramatically*

"And then they were gone" :'(

Tbf, I'd be pretty mad if my comrades had been doing such dangerous, fucked up experiments behind my back.

"I am more concerned about the soldiers being left behind." - lies!

Wait, Sanan knew Itou "really well"?! Their only interaction until now was Itou being a mega-douche to him. I have so many questions!

Aw, Sanan trusts that our friendlings will return <3

Ooh! Going on a manju adventure with YAM!

Kazama strolling down the street and everybody being pushed out of the way by the douchebag waves rolling off of him.

Okay, so Kazama has come here alone to get pissed amongst humans?! That seems implausible...

"I might even allow you to pour me a drink." BLEUGH BLETCH BLUUURGH.

I CANNOT WITH THIS THOT AND HIS HYPOCRITICAL BULLSHIT. HOW DARE HE BRAG ABOUT HOW COOL AND DOWN WITH THE KIDS HE IS TO BE DRINKING WITH HUMANS AND THEN SLAG ME OFF FOR ASSOCIATING WITH HUMANS?!

If I'm supposedly so curious about the demon lifestyle, can I PLEASE just run away with Sen? :'(

WHY IS NOBODY ASKING WHAT I WANT?!? X_X I WANT TO GO WITH THE COOL DEMON LADIES!!!

"Yukimura. What do you have to say about this?" FINALLY!!! THANK YOU, KONDOU!

I really want to go but the game won't let me XD

Souji is correct. I clearly have rocks for brains XD

"Gosh" Appropriate reaction.

AAAAAAAAND MY BELOVED SHINSENGUMI IS IMMEDIATELY ENDANGERED BY MY POOR DECISIONS.

Ooh! Physical contact with Kazama! Sure, he's violently grabbing me but this thirsty bitch will take what she can get XD

Harada has the best put downs :') "Barging in here to get yourself a wife! You think you'd get the point by now after all these rejections..."

"You fools have no idea of her worth." BITCH I AM A well, not human but SENTIENT BEING! THEY TREAT ME WITH MORE RESPECT THAN YOU EVER DID YOU MASSIVE CREEP. I AM MORE THAN JUST A WOMB, YOU HO!!!

"She is most valuable when used by a fitting partner." THA FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!???! NOPENOPENOPE. A FITTING PARTNER WOULD NOT "USE" ME, BITCH.

"HA! So you decide to take her against her will just because you're too scared of the rejection you'll get from flat-out asking her out, huh?" YES HARADA!!! YOU CALL OUT THIS FUCKING NONCE!!! ALL RAPISTS ARE COWARDS!!! "You're so lame and creepy." WHERE IS THE LIE?!??

Meanwhile, Hijikata just makes it clear that he'd happily slice through me. Good to know.

I shall WIGGLE my way out of this situation! What do you mean it didn't work?!

YAAAS KONDOU! YOU FIGHT THAT BITCH!!!

OMG I JUST FELL ON TOP OF OKITA AND NOW HE'S SLUT SHAMING ME! XD

"Tell me... How is it? On top of me. Does it feel good?" O_O O_O O_O This game just got a lot more spicy!

Just fuck already! If only to piss off Kazama X_X

Aw, poor sick Okita <3

How dare they mention that the new HQ has a huge bath for warriors to bathe together and not have another thirst scene :P

Now Harada and Nagakura are slut shaming each other for having their tiddies out in Winter :')

Does this count as sexposition? Politics + tiddies?

"Itou dies." This is what happens when you base a game around true events! Problems aren't solved with the power of love and friendship! X_X

YES SAITO, PLEASE PROTECT ME FROM THIS MURDEROUS NONCE!

Chapter 5

At least in the normal route where nobody loves me, I don't get shot at by cannons O_O

There are a lot of typos in this chapter already. Perhaps the developers didn't expect anyone to be INSANE enough to romance Kazama.

DON'T TELL THIS RANDOM GUY YOUR PLANS YOU FOOL!!! IF THIS GETS INOUE KILLED, IMMA BE SO MAD!!!

NO INOUE!!! DON'T DRINK THE CRAZY JUICE!!!

NOOOOOO!!!! INOOOUUUUEEEE!!! :'(

Yes Queen, you call out those murdering cowards :'(

FFS I just got hella shot X_X

NO YOU GUYS ARE THE MONSTERS!!!

Apparently, I'm a "Noble Demon specimen" BITCH WHERE?!

"Why was Kazama helping me?" UM, HAVEN'T WE BEEN THROUGH THIS?! BECAUSE HE WANTS TO "USE" YOUR FERTILE WOMB TO BREED A NEW LINE OF DEMON CHILDREN.

"Shoot me? To death?" XD

"Kazama glared coldly at the pile of dismembered corpses on the floor" :') So romantic!

OMG IT'S THE BETTER DRESSED VERSION OF ME!!!

"Actually a man." UM, A CHILD, SEEMINGLY.

The whole creepy demonic family together at last :')

STOP CALLING ME ADORABLE AND LITTLE YOU CREEPY DEMON CHILD.

"What you're doing is disgraceful." YOU TELL HIM KAZAMA.

"Mind if I kill your family, right here and now?" O_O Kazama has zero chill! Thanks for asking, though, I guess. Go for it, Kazama XD

Oh, apparently I'm going to "talk to them" X_X

"Kodo, I could murder you over a thousand times, and it still wouldn't be enough for me." This is the most I've ever liked Kazama.

Doesn't Kazama work directly with Kodo in various routes?

Why can't I vanish like smoke? :'( Where are MY cool demon powers? :'(

"Turns out the only one capable of keeping you safe when you needed them most was me -- not them." HOW DARE YOU!!! INOUE GAVE HIS LIFE PROTECTING ME AND YOU'VE NEVER PUT YOUR OWN PRECIOUS NECK OUT THERE FOR ANYONE IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE YOU POMPOUS ASS!!! YOU'VE NEVER HAD TO WORK FOR ANYTHING IN YOUR WHOLE LIFE, HAVE YOU?! YOU WERE BORN A DEMON PRINCE AND THAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE?!? BECAUSE YOU HAVE POWERS YOU DIDN'T EARN?!

"If your idea of a good time is seeing the rotting corpses of your friends, be my guest..." 8_8 :'( No, they can't all be dead! Surely not! Kazama don't say things like that!

The Yodo are going to betray the Shogunate?!? I must warn them D:

Wow, this just got heavy and real sad.

Wait, did he just admit to meddling in the war?! He is such a hypocrite!!!! Aaaaaaah!!! Somebody call him out on his bs!!!!

SEN AND KIMIGIKU <3 SAVE ME!

Even Shiranui sees that humans have a variety of complex motivations X_X

I AM NOT YOUR FUTURE WIFE!!!!

Do the Shinsengumi just assume that I'm dead?!

Great, now I'm on a road trip with this cunt.

"I've never actually been this close to a man before..." Calm down! That horse is third wheeling so hard right now. And what about that time you fell ON TOP OF Okita?!

Welp, that's it for Kyoto Winds! Onwards to Edo Blossoms! I still don't like Kazama but at least murdering the ever-loving FUCK out of Kodo is a cause that I can believe in. Although, one of the reasons that I hated Kodo in Saito's route was because he was helping the same sex pest I'm now galloping across the country with. Huh.

This is the most that I’ve ever used the word, “nonce” in my entire life and this is only the first game.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #kyoto winds #kazama chikage #watch me lose my marbles #Spoilers #sorry kazama fans #so many words

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