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2 a.m. || Choi San

pairing ⇢ idol! San x makeup artist (prev. sex worker)! (fem) reader x wooyoung (kinda)

synopsis ⇢ it’s funny, you never thought you’d be underneath the Choi San, having him worship your body as if you were a goddess. The truth? You were just his little toy he could play with and toss around—good thing you liked it rough with no strings attached.

genre/au ⇢ idol au, and smut. Literally just smut.

warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors DNI, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), they use each other for sex, Also San is dominant as shit, fingering, maybe a little toxic idk, licking, biting, slight choking, dirty talk (barely, but it’s there), creampie, hotel sex, fwb but they're not even friends, i am horrible with tags please let me know if I missed anything.

word count ⇢ 3.5k

taglist ⇢ @atinywhore @meowmeowminnie @roe-sinning @yeritheloml @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @8tinytings @yukine-smx @jjhmk @yesv01 @halesandy @ch0isa99ie @y00nzin0 @spiderrenjunfics

You belonged to him. He belonged to you.

Breaths intertwined, fingers locked, hearts beating at the same time.

You met him at two in the morning, the first day you merged bodies as if it was the only way to survive. His lips became yours; your breaths became one as your bodies clashed into each other like waves of the ocean.

Powerful, so, so powerful they could knock you over with one little breath of wind. He clawed, grasped, clung to any possible surface as his power would rush through you, in you, all around you.

You gasp for air, for a breath, anything. He took away the reality, spinning into your world with those pretty eyes of his. His hips would crash, his eyes would shut, his mouth would open, crying out your name.

You didn't belong to him. He didn't belong to you.

You were his distraction; his resource to get rid of his pent up attraction. And he was the same, a way for you to release the tension you kept inside. His body was indeed yours at two a.m, as yours was his—the only time the word lover could be used as he’d make love to you, lustfully and powerfully. His lips would find your hips, your thighs, your breasts. He worshiped you on his knees for the night.

But when the next day comes, you wouldn't know each other. His lips weren't on yours, and neither would his gaze meet yours. His hands were at his sides, even if they were once gripping your hips as he pounded into you the night before.

Who? Who is the man that used you? Took advantage of your body? Caressed every curve, kissed every spot? He was no one other than a famous idol, known for his sexy image but sweet personality. Choi San, a wolf in sheep's clothing, attacking his prey the minute the clock strikes two.

And you would be his victim over and over and over again. Worst part?

You liked it.

–

You sat in the backstage dressing room, a bottle of water clutched in your hand and your phone in the other. You watched the time tick, second by second, as the time neared for the boys to arrive. You spent your daylight as a makeup artist for a k-pop group—none other than ATEEZ. You loved them, in all honesty, given the turmoil you've been through with other groups. This group was less of a headache, and actually cared for the people around them.

It was refreshing.

Before you worked for ateez, at night you became a fox—another level of the woman you already are. As your day ended, you'd walk into the darkness of femininity, becoming a creature of the night. You were the one to prey on men’s little hearts, taunting them with all kinds of sins.

Now that your day job took up time even through the evening, you lost that sense of desire, unable to fulfill your aches. Call yourself a whore or a slut, whatever, it didn't bother you one bit. You were just making money—it was business.

But after all this time of constant care for eight very attractive men, your femme-fatale roots are breaking through the soil, tempting you with something as little as a look in your direction.

Especially San.

Choi San, a literal nightmare-daydream, devil incarnate. It was so strong that even his breathing turned you on. He was built like a mountain—and you wanted to climb it.

Your hands were sweaty, nervous for the first performance of the tour. You weren't performing, no, you were carefully making the boys pretty, paying close attention to every part of their body. Your ice-cold heart was about to boil over when a certain boy walked in, his hair freshly dyed black and his face bare of any makeup.

You knew his name, his personality type, his favorite color. You knew he liked his dick sucked off while you kneeled on the ground. He liked his hands in your hair, on your ass. He liked it when you moaned his name, and liked to claw at your back like a feline.

And after all this, there was nothing other than that mutual attraction.

“San, you can sit in y/n’s chair,” the head stylist signaled to where you were standing, your eyes focused on his sinister smile and his heartbreaker appearance.

He was already fitted into his stage look. Tight leather pants clung to his muscular frame, and a cropped black tank top fit his torso like it was made for him. His toned abs basically screamed at you while he stood tall, staring at you for a long while. The main stylist made a knowing face, and walked away to take one of the other boys.

“You can sit here.” you spoke strongly, despite the urge to toss him in the chair yourself. He obliged, but not before giving you a flirtatious smirk. He sat down in your chair, manspreading the minute his fine ass hit the cushion.

God fucking dammit.

You didn't say anything else. You just reached for your hairband, and then turned to San, who was looking up at you with that glitter in his eye—a look you knew all too well. A look he’s given you many times, as well as others—including his best friend.

Your hands brushed against his face, fitting the hairband to keep his silky hair out of your way. He kept his gaze locked on you, and with every movement, his eyes followed.

“Did you enjoy last night?” he asked nonchalantly, a cocky, slightly jealous smirk on those lips of his. “I heard you all the way down the hall.”

You paid no attention to your racing heart, ready to pounce any minute. It brought Wooyoung’s attention, who was sitting in the chair next to him. You didn't even realize he was there.

You didn't spend the night with San last night, rather it was spent with Wooyoung, a slight mistake because San wasn't available—and Woo looked delicious.

“Of course I did,” you admitted, mixing the foundations together to get his perfect shade, glancing over at the younger boy who made you come the night before. “It was amazing.”

He let out a chuckle, throwing his head back. You couldn't help but watch as his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“Was it better than me?” he purred, looking at you, and then at Wooyoung, who just looked away.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because I can.”

Ignoring the obvious answer, you set down the foundation tubes, gathering what you needed onto your hand and dipped the brush into it. You gently painted his face with the foundation, his already perfect skin looking even more flawless than it did before. His eyes pierced through yours, sinfully, as if he could see straight through your clothing.

Wooyoung couldn't keep his eyes off you, but he knew that messing with San’s toy wasn't a smart choice. It was too late, though, as you now know what wooyoung tastes like.

San was silent as the time passed while you took your time making him look pretty. The other stylists were done with the others, leaving you alone in the room with him, wooyoung leaving with hesitation.

He parted his lips as you applied a gloss to them, staring into your soul and setting your core on fire. His eyes were narrowed, dusted with black eyeshadow and sparkles.

You met his gaze. “What?”

He tilted his head at you as your fingers brushed against his lips. “You're just really fucking hot. Am I not allowed to admire?”

You raised your eyebrows, but you weren't surprised by his words. He probably needed to

You smirked then, leaning forward as you brushed your thumb over his lips. He let out a breath at your touch, his eyes locked on yours. “You can do more than admire.”

“Oh? Is that an invitation?” he leaned forward now, inches away from your lips. His eyes ignited a fire deep down. How could eyes turn you on? “What kind of invite?”

You shrugged, pulling back to set the lip gloss tube down. San leaned back in the chair, his legs spread wide, begging to be sat on. You looked down at his crotch for a moment too long. “Whatever you want it to be.”

“I can get on my knees now or later,” he said to you, dripping confidence.

You were lost in his lustful haze. You would be happy to let him kneel for you and mess you up to the point of no return, but you had a job to do—this can wait until later.

“Later, I’ll meet you in your room,” you hummed, pulling off his headband as you finished the look. You nodded your head towards the door. “You should go, everyone else is ready.”

He stood up, towering over you in his platform combat boots. He felt like some sort of god that lived off of worship, and you were going to give it to him. Worship him; his body.

And before he left, he didn't turn around when he said, “And no more wooyoung.”

—

You found yourself in your hotel room as midnight rolled around. San wasn't in his room yet, so you ended up distracting yourself with instant ramen and some TV.

You watched the clock with all your brain power, watching the arms move slowly and slowly. You couldn't take it anymore when the clock struck 1:45 in the morning, and you threw yourself out of bed to walk down the hall to San’s room.

It was late; no one else was awake to your knowledge. You knocked on his door, a totally different woman than you were when the sun was up. Your knees were already weak before he opened the door, but when he did, he grabbed your arm with a smirk, pulling you into the darkness of his room.

He spared no moment of time, slamming you against the closed door with force.

“I couldn't stop thinking about fucking you,” he groaned in your ear, his lips on your neck and his hands everywhere else. “It’s not fair.”

You let out a moan as he sucked on your neck, his hands piercing into your hips, fingernails like daggers.

“What's not fair?” you asked breathlessly.

He didn't let you say anything else. He was already shirtless, but began to claw at yours, pulling at the edges.

“That wooyoung got to be inside you.”

Your core twinged, sending pressure between your legs at those words. You began to wonder if he was jealous—or just territorial. It would make sense for him to only have you to himself, but only in bed and nowhere else. You liked it that way, it was less of a headache to share a physical relationship rather than emotional.

“Jealous?” you teased, your hands trailing down the waistband of his boxers, gripping his hard on. He gasped, as if you've never done it before, and shoved you harder into the door.

You were sure everyone would hear you.

You bared your teeth, biting his bottom lip as he tried to answer through his arousal.

“I,” he breathed, moaning as you sucked on his lip. “I’m the only one you can fuck,” His words were like fire on ice. You gulped, arching your body into him as his talented hands pulled your shirt off. “No one else can know how you taste.”

You gasped for air the minute his lips touched your breasts, his hand gripping it with force, his other hand on your ass.

“What if wooyoung does?” you mumbled out, trying to stir him up. It pleased you even more to see him disheveled over you.

He kissed your nipple, then your chest, and up your neck. All you saw was red.

“Never again,” he moaned, lips on yours now. His forehead clashed with yours, his eyes open to stare into your soul. “Your body is mine.”

You didn't care that he didn't love you. You didn't care that he only liked you for your body, because you felt the same way for him. His temple was there for worship, so you would become a believer.

Just as you were going to make love with your mouth, San was ahead of you. He gripped your hair, tightly, roughly, and pushed you to the ground. You peered up at him through your messy hair, his fingers still tangled in the strands.

“Suck me off.” he demanded, his lips parted and breathless already. It was already a pleasure to see you below him. Your fingertips grazed his sides, sliding down his underwear to his ankles. He kicked them off quickly, his dick pulsing for your touch. With his hands still in your hair, he shoved you into his length, causing you to moan immediately from his actions.

He was huge—bigger than most of your previous partners. Wooyoung was also big, But there was something about San that made you dream of everything. He made you come at the thought of him, wet dreams enveloping your mind.

As you drew your tongue along his tip, he grunted, almost crying out in an orgasm. You smiled as he cried out, taking pleasure in his sudden reaction. He may be skilled, but you were able to make him come with a single lick.

“Slow down.” he hissed, pulling you off him. You tumbled back slightly, noticing the pained look on his face. He was holding his orgasm in, almost as if he was embarrassed that it was almost over.

“San—”

He interrupted you by picking you up, gripping the back of your knees, lifting you over to the bed. He tossed you, harshly—with such force to knock the wind out of you.

He stood over the bed, looking down on you. You were experienced; a nightmare for vulnerable men. San was, in fact, the opposite of vulnerable. His toxicity felt like purity, his devilish gaze felt angelic. You complimented each other, bodies crashing, limbs intertwining, and you couldn't get enough of it.

He looked down at you for a moment, paying close attention to the curve of your hips. His finger glided down your side, his body begging to be inside you.

He crawled on top of you, grabbing your hips to position you on your back. Your ass pressed against his cock, feeling the slight drip of precum. “Your body is perfect,” he praised, unable to keep his hands off you. His fingertips dancing down your spine.

Before he forced himself inside you, he had to take some time, worried that he would reach his high before he got to enjoy more. His lips brushed your back, from the beginning of your neck to the curve of your bones. His hands gripped your ass like his life depended on it, and as he entered you, he held your hands over your head, pinning you to the mattress under his weight.

“Ah,” he hissed as he pumped into you, moving slowly, but rough. “You take me so well, baby.”

You felt yourself flood at his words—he always knew how to get you going. His hand met the back of your head, slamming it into the pillow, while his other one kept him upright. You gripped the duvet in your hands, nearly tearing the fabric as you suffocated in his power.

He slapped your ass, causing you to cry out in a moan. You arch your back even farther, sending him into a fit of breathlessness, him gasping for air through groans and whispers of your name, dangling off his lips like the unspoken bond between you two.

You moved as he moved, rhythmically, sinfully, artistically. His teeth pierced into your shoulder to muffle his moans, begging you without words to react. You moaned his name, he pushed into you, his hips rocking, eyes closing. He was one within you, pulsing through you, hearts beating at the same time. There wasn't an ounce of romanticism—no love, no string of fate. You needed him in one way, and it was enough.

“You're so wet, babygirl,” he flushed, sweat dripping from both your bodies, the sweet smell of sex taking over your senses. “All for me.”

You shook in your high, your muscles tight and heartbeat racing. With your vision fading at the edges, you shut your eyes tight, moaning out his name, craving to ride him like no tomorrow—He had other plans for tonight; he always needed to be in control.

“Jesus fucking christ y/n,” he let out a groan, his hand fisting your throat. You gasped for air, but him choking you sent your body over the edge, seeing stars and lines dancing in your hazy vision.

He moved quicker, but still amazingly well. His movements were smooth, his expression hidden behind you. He noticed your struggle to reach the end, and flipped you over without pulling out, lifting one leg and tossing it onto his shoulder

He now preyed on you as if he were about to attack, and as he began to thrust again, harder and harder each time, his fingers brushed your clit—finding it immediately. You moaned, hands still above your head despite the lack of force holding them.

“Your hand..” you hummed, unable to see or speak clearly. “Your hand feels so much better than mine.”

You must've set him on fire, because the minute he processed those words, he tossed his head back, locks of black hair sticking to his forehead. His teeth were clenched and eyes were shut tight, letting your name fall off his lips.

You weren't sure how long this lasted—time became nothing but a number to you. He tossed you around like a ragdoll, spending the night as a pillow princess when you normally took the reins. San’s presence was stronger, overpowering your tasteful skills, ruling your body as if he were a king. He made you come all over his dick, wetness surging below. He chuckled cockily as you came, slowing his movements, but you saw he was about to reach his high, too.

“Let me cum in you.” he huskily whined, his head pressed against yours. It wasn't a question, it was a demand. You had no qualms with being filled in his arousal, nodding into the mattress, unable to speak.

He fucked you deeply, letting out shaky breaths and sighs. When he came, his head clashed against yours, his hands caging you in on the sides of your head. You felt warmth radiate your core—a thick, smooth feeling took over your senses, and he stared down at your naked, sweating body.

His chest heaved, the moonlight peaking through the lush curtains, hitting his side like stardust. He pulled out of you then, slowly—much more gentle than a minute before.

His eyes were on yours, his lips curved upwards. “Was that better than wooyoung?” He arrogantly interrogated, knowing damn well what the answer was.

You laid there in a daze, his body still over yours. You breathed in the air of his room, feeling as high as a kite. “Mhm,” you acknowledged, closing your eyes. Usually you left immediately, giving each other space without ties, but you were so tired out from his intensity.

His eyes softened, nothing more, nothing less. He moved off you then lay next to you, something he never did before. There was usually no aftercare; no need for it. He hesitated, not knowing what to do with his arms as you laid still, uneven breaths becoming uniformed. You weren't asleep yet, but you were on the verge.

He scrunched his eyebrows, studying your soft features and smooth lips. Finally, just before you fell into the darkness, his hand brushed away the stray hairs from your face, tucking them behind your ear. You felt his gaze without seeing it, and to your surprise, he did something completely out of the ordinary.

He kissed your forehead—just a peck—and continued to lie next to you, holding back his touch even if he’s invaded every part of your body.

2:00 am became three. Three became six. Six became eight. You woke up next to him, warm in his distant yet comfortable embrace.

This was all you needed.

—

BONUS

—

“I didn't get any sleep last night,” Hongjoong groaned, looking between San and Wooyoung. He smirked, noticing them both look away from his authoritative expression.

“Yeah me neither, Someone was getting their shit rocked. For HOURS.”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

“What can I say,” San clicked his tongue, baring that devilish smile of his. “Prepare for another night of no sleep because she’s in my bed right now.”

“She was in my bed the other day,” wooyoung shrugged, his lips in a frown.

“And mine last week,” Yunho cackled, unable to hold in the laughter as he saw San’s harsh glare. “I’m kidding. Kidding. Maybe.”

With one last look around his bandmates, he gave a knowing look around the dressing room.

“She won't be in anyone else’s room from now on.” He said, running a hand through his hair.

“She’s mine.”

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httpseiki · 1 year

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Hello hello! First time requesting! Can I get prompt 68 from fluff and 29 from smut where reader and Han are besties and one night they get together for movie night and find out they have feelings for each other? I love your fluffy smuts the most you are one of my favorite writers! No rush at all but I’m excited to see what you come up with 😍

building forts and confessions.

han jisung x fem!bsf!reader

note: hi lovely!! glad to be ur first request page(?)!!! and yes, fluffy smut is my fav genre too, I have like 15 drafts with soft dom lino, aaanywayyy, hope you'll enjoy this heheheheee. and I might also make a part two to this one, who knooowssss :)))

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ the prompts!!

29. "don’t tempt me"

68. “Let’s build a fort!”

tw: afab!reader, NSFW content, ftl obvi🙄, mentions of alcohol and drinking, pining, teasing, slight nipple play(?), oral sex, slight fingering, orgasm denial. might make a part 2 out of this, who knows:))

song choice: cupid - fifty fifty

"I made us popcorn!!" han announces, running from the kitchen.

you smiled at his childish behaviour, telling him to be careful not to drop them. he sits back on the couch next to you and places the bowl in your lap.

"ugh, this month's session was terrible!" you groan, placing your feet on the small coffee table.

"and you're the one talking," he leans after the remote. "I had to finish a whole fucking mixtape in less than two weeks!"

you giggle at his exasperated facial expression. you exhale a breath you didn't know you were holding when the corner of his lips turned upwards. there is it, the smile that has your stomach turning upside down.

"sucks to be you, I guess, " you stuff your mouth with popcorn.

han scoffs, turning on TV to search for something to watch.

"oh, there's this movie that was released yesterday," he says. "I wanted us to watch it in premiere, but we went to that party."

you hum, waiting for him to finish the struggle of writing the name of the japanese movie. jisung has a thing for watching things in premiere. three days ago, when you told him about the party your classmate was throwing, he got a bit upset at the idea of not being the first people to see it.

the party was lit, though. you danced all night, it was exactly what you needed. the alcohol ran through the air as everyone got more than drunk. you did get tired of the crowd faster than your friends, so you opted to sit on the balcony, next to jisung, who was just as drained of energy.

the moonlight was shining on your faces as you talked about nonsense. that was the moment you realised just how dear he was to you. that you actually like him more than you expected to. your heartbeat suddenly went up to the thought that jisung was probably not seeing you more than just his best friend.

you hid your heartache until now, but being next to him since last night was terribly tensionate.if that's a real word. you sigh, not focusing on the movie at all.

"what's bothering you?" his voice was soft, yet tot you, it felt like sirens roaring through the night.

"nothing... "

he nods and turns his head back to the tv. you liked how he never pressured you onto telling him anything.

his hair was so soft, though. not that you touched it, but it looked so nice to run your hand through... and his round glasses atop of his nose. the way his eyes gleamed...

you tilt your head, how could someone be so endearing?

"okay," han turns towards you, "you're not interested in the movie, aren't you?"

"oh, no. no, no, no- I mean, yes. yes, of course I am, I-"

you stop your blabbering when he starts laughing, a stupid smirk drawn on his face.

"am I that attractive to you?"

"what?" your eyes widen.

"you're literally scanning me inch by inch, " he runs a hand through his perfect locks.

"dont bring your high school self out," you sigh, folding your arms.

he knows what he's doing. he wants to get you flustered, that's why he's laughing again. this seems incredibly funny to him. how your cheeks were bright pink and shining. how your leg was bouncing. it was all funny to him.

"fine, I'll stop, I'll stop," han adds, manspreading closer to you. "but just say you're not that interested in the movie."

....

nothing.

"── ? cmon, I was just jokiiiiing" he whines.

nothing.

again.

"sweetcheeks, why are you like this???" he coos when pinching your face.

he gasps when you push his hand off of your face, contemplating whatovr to do next.

"oh, I know what will get you to speak," his expression lights up. "let's build a fort!!"

the happy look he was displaying was slowly falling while awaiting your response. jisung felt like hours, even decades, were passing by, as he watched your eyes settle upon him,

"ok, fine," you finally give in.

he sits up, jumping and clapping. then you get to work. you go to his bedroom to bring more pillows as he demolishes the couch.

"there you go," he finally sits down, "isn't it so cozy?"

"yeh, a bit crowded but yeah," you both giggle.

the fort didn't end up especially spaceous. you were sitting on your knees, facing jisung who did the same, legs touching.

"so, did you know that frogs drink water through their skin?"

"what the hell, jisung?" you burst into a fit of laughter.

"yeah, I'm not joking!!!" he protests.

"I'm sorry, they what?"

"drink water through their skin!"

the seriousness he displayed only amused you more, body throwing itself on him, the sudden movements shook the fort.

"and they eat through it too??"

"no, I'm ju-"

you stopped breathing. oh, he was so close. a pillow behind you was threatening to fall, so han leaned in towards you to catch it. his face was just centimeters away from you, noses touching. his eyes were fixated on your lips, and you smiled,

"you really want to kiss me, huh?"

it was your turn to get him back for the teasing of earlier.

"don't tempt me."

heat was rushing up, as his words betrayed himself, since he attached his lips to yours immediately. it was so sudden, a yelp left you. you couldn't complain though, he was so good at kissing.

it didn't take long for you to sync, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, deepening.

"j-jisung, I... " you say breathlessly.

he hums.

"you, what?" he grabs your chin when you look away, embarrased.

"I don't know..." you avoid telling him.

"you do, spit it out."

how you hated how he always pressured you to tell him. you were pathetic to think he would return the feelings. and you didn't want to ruin your whole friendship, even if he just kissed you, it didn't mean nothing, you guess,

"plus, how do you tell your best friend you're in love with them?"

"... just like that," han whispers.

your blood turned cold, you just thought out loud. your instinct was to apologise, but you were cut off by him kissing you again.

this time, it was more heated, tongues colliding. your fingers got tangled in his hair, and it was soft. you pulled at his locks, earning a whine from him.

jisung went down to your neck, placing wet kisses down to your collarbones. you tried your best to keep in your moans, small sounds escaping every time he sucked too harshly at certain spots.

his hands played with the hem of your hoodie, tips of his fingers tracing the goosebumps of your hot skin. not long after, he took it off, revealing your bare chest.

"oh my god, you're driving me crazy," jisung chuckles.

you fall on your back when his hot mouth attached itself to your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it. his thumb toyed with the other one, moans spilling out of you.

"sung..."

"too far?" he raises his head to look at your face.

"no, continue, pleaseee... " you push his head back to your skin.

jisung obeys, biting on your sensitive buds. at this point, your pajama shorts were probably leaking with your own arousal. as if he read your mind, he cupped your pussy. you whine, needing more. his fingers rubbed your clit, air hitching in your lungs. he was already bringing you to see stars.

"can I, sweetheart?" han asks for consent before taking the further step.

"yeah, sure, " you agree, "just..."

his glance never searched for yourd this quickly ever. what did he do wrong?

"i-it's my first time doing something like this... "

jisung smiles, placing a kiss in your forehead. he promised to be gentle.

his fingers pushed down the soft material of your shorts, revealing your soaked cunt. the cold air of midnight hit you hard, making you squeeze your thighs. his palms parted them, thumb rubbing at your skin. you watched as he lowered himself, positioning himself between your legs.

"jisung~" you moan at the feeling of his tongue on your clit.

han swirled it around your folds, slurping the mess you left on yourself.

han growls when you push his face deeper, one hand grabbing your hips to stabilise you, while the other traced the outline of your nub, before entering two fingers inside your desperate hole.

"shit, you feel so tight~" he sighs.

he starts moving his wrist faster. your eyes were fixed on his furrowed brows and how they complement his face so well.

"how does it feel, lovely?"

"s'good, " you answer between pants, "don't stop, please."

jisung hummed, suddenly going knuckles deep. you almost scream when his pace also picked up. a warm knot felt heavy inside you, and as if feeling it as well, han stopped every ministration,

"sorry, babes, " he apologizes while getting up to undress himself, "you're only gonna be coming over my cock."

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clone-anon · 7 days

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Alrighty, the finale had me growing gray hairs, and I desperately need some fluff...

(Which you can take as long as you need to write it cause I'm sure we're all in the same boat processing this shit-)

Aaaaanywhoooo- it's Chopper (which, is it really a surprise by now??)

Could I possibly get a Crosshair x m!reader who are in a relationship who get a cute date on the beach? Swimming, hanging out, having a good time on Pabu? (We all know that boy needs a vacation)

I am still processing, but this is something I think I can write. As we all know, every clone is still alive on this blog and I have my thoughts about who is actually still alive in canon. That said, @chopper-base I hope you don't mind me replying here instead of an ask so people can see the prompt. I know the gif doesn't totally fit, but he is happy here as he deserves to be.

You watched Crosshair mess with this cybernetic hand at the breakfast table. Of course he knew you were watching. He still had tremors. Losing a hand didn't fix his mind and if anything the phantom pains made it worse.

You crawled on to his lap and gently took his hand in yours. He smiled at you cautiously, but trusted you. His wrist shook, but as you massaged his arm and silently invited him to take some deep breaths with you, it started to subside.

"We should get you some swim trunks," you suggested seemingly out of no where.

"Swim trunks?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Unless you want to go skinny dipping," you added with a grin.

"Maybe not on this particular island. Too many sets of eyes," he answered.

Crosshair had never seen or heard of swim trunks in his life until he met you. He had never gone swimming for fun. It was part of his training as a cadet, but he had never seen anyone just get in the water and play around until he saw you on the beach one day while taking a walk with Batcher.

You got up and took his hand in yours and walked to the shop. Pabu didn't have everything in the galaxy, but there was a nice variety of clothing and he felt heat run to his cheeks the moment you picked up what looked more like underwear than swim trunks.

"You could so pull these off," you said with a hopeful smile. Crosshair was tempted, but he already felt vulnerable enough with this missing hand. He instead decided on a pair of teal and orange trunks that ended about half way up his thigh. You stopped at home again to change and Crosshair decided to leave his cybernetic hand there. He wasn't sure how well the electric components would do in the salt water and he didn't want to be stressed about it. Batcher decided she wanted to come along. You covered each other in sunscreen, grabbed a shaved ice treat to share, and wandered down to your favorite swimming spot.

You got in the water and Batcher followed, splashing and barking. Crosshair couldn't help but smile. How did he get this lucky? He felt he was barely out of prison and he found a boyfriend. A partner, even. And when he came back with a hand missing you never thought less of him. In fact, you seemed more worried about how it would affect him. You held his wrist as if it didn't bother you.

"Come on!" you called.

He strode into the water and stood where you were treading. He was a bit taller than you were, but you used this to your advantage, leaned on him, and snaked your legs around his waist, drawing confidence out of him. He held you and walked further into the ocean until you were both drifting a bit, but not too far away. Batcher doggy-paddled past you as she tried chasing a school of fish and Crosshair laughed. Tears came to his eyes as he held you and watched her while laughing with his full chest. The damn had broken. All these things that were held in for so long came out in that one moment of seeing his dog's silliness and being with you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and spun you around in the water. It was a warm day and the first of many you spend at that spot. For the first time in his life, he was actually free and felt it.

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c28hunter · 5 months

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Okay you're just tempting me to talk about martial arts (pls never stop-) and I actually had to think about it a bit, but here are my thoughts:

For the record I am assuming that before this "sparring" they both had a bit of training

In a scenario where it is Bojan Vs Nace, I honestly assume that Nace would've had at least a bit more advantage to himself.

First of all, Nace has a big range of motion. In this case his height would play to his advantage as he'd be able to keep Bojan at a distance. Then why did I say that Kris would've lost? Because of balance my friends. Nace has strong legs (we've all seen the thighs, haven't we?). This gives him a steadier position and Bojan who is way shorter, would have a lot of trouble trying to bring Nace to the ground. The only problem is that Nace himself once said that he's slow, which could've caused him some problems during the fight. But as long as he'd be keeping a good distance, Bojan wouldn't be a big problem.

Now to Bojan, who I assume prefers fighting on the ground. As someone who is "similarly built" (aka strong, martial arts legs, similar height) I can say that trying to knock someone as tall as Nace over is VERY difficult. You need a good timing and a good technique to be successful. So Bojan would have to try to close the distance (that works for Nace's advantage), which would be pretty risky. Again, on the ground, Nace is stronger than Bojan, or at least bigger, so if Bojan wouldn't have been fast enough and pinned Nace with his knees (knees out on the shoulders, I've been in such position once, you can't do anything in that scenario) Nace would pretty easily flip the situation and be on top of Bojan. Bojan's speed is his biggest hope here. Moving quickly, throwing fast punches. That would've been the best strategy.

And who would win? Well I don't know.

I've seen duels like that and the ending really depends on who makes the first mistake or who is less confident in their abilities. The first person who starts being avoidant, or unfocused is the one to lose and in this scenario I don't know who it would be. I'd watch this fight with a lot of popcorn, really

Bear in mind that it is just my opinion! I could be completely wrong!

And to @flananjan , YOU GO GIRL (gn) GO TRY MARTIAL ARTS! I'd really suggest taking up Krav Maga, because it is like a mix of all martial arts, but with only the simplest and most useful techniques. It really doesn't require a lot of strength (you'll build it up while training). It really brings a lot of good fun and kind of useful skills so, I recommend with my whole heart!

I know nothing about archery tho hah. There is an ongoing joke in my sports club (where we also have archery lessons) that I am prohibited from entering archery lessons after I hit an old, fancy chest with an arrow twice in a row. So yeah, I'd rather not touch a bow

#eryka rambling about martial arts #give me more asks about martial arts i love doing such analysis #its just my favourite thing #joker out #nace jordan #jan peteh

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tetsutits · 2 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 !!

cw ;; hanma being dumb, so much fluff, reader is called ‘babe’, tw food (mostly flour). (wc 800) - m.list

“…flour, milk, eggs,” you carefully read the instructions off the website on your phone. the screen showing a step-by-step tutorial on how to easily bake a vanilla cake.

hanma clicks his tongue from where he stands beside you, “why’d you stop mixing? just put that away, we don’t need a recipe.”

he pulls the phone from your hands, placing it on the counter, and snickers at the way you playfully slap the side of his arm. “isn’t it more fun if we just don’t follow the instructions? i’m getting kinda bored tryna follow every step, babe.”

you huff. “it won’t turn out as good if we just yolo it! and what’s with you and never wanting to read instructions?” hanma watches the way your face lifts in slight annoyance, your eyebrows furrowing. he grins.

“babe. i don’t need instructions. i can do it my self.” he sighs playfully, taking the wooden spoon from your hand, starting to mix the cake batter once again in the bowl.

“plus, i literally built your bookshelf,” he lifts his pointer finger in the air, “-with no instructions, by the way- so, don’t worry,”

your jaw drops open. “shuji! the shelves literally fell the day after! this is a cake we’re making!”

he throws his head back and barks out a laugh, all white teeth and pink cheeks. “you worry too much. this supposed to be fun - quality time,”

you find yourself also smiling at his antics. hanma—ever so carefree and worry-less, he looks calm when he’s here with you. genuinely enjoying his time.

you suddenly see a white puff of powder in front of your face—and a very cheeky looking shuji in front of you.

he tries to bite back a smile. “oops- sorry, and stop daydreaming!” he laughs at the way you try and dust what you think is flour away from your face.

“what- what’d you do?” you ask him, and the powder tickles your nose, tempting you to sneeze.

he acts nonchalant, pretending that he’s done nothing. “oh no, it’s nothing. really. you definitely don’t have anything on your face. nu-uh.” he shakes his head.

“hanma.” you say, your tone stern. he pretends not to hear you, mindlessly mixing the cake batter, “what’d you do?”

“do you think this needs more flour?” he hums, a playful hint to his tone, lifting his brows - still ignoring you, “hm, yeah. i think it does.”

you don’t get a chance to reply before you see him grab the bag of flour, take almost a handful - he looks like he’s about to throw it all into the bowl, but next thing you know, he’s smearing it all over your face.

white dust flies everywhere, littering the floors, the counters, your clothes - most importantly, your entire face and neck.

“shuji .… i am going to kill you!” you gasp, trying to rub away the flour in your eyes. “what the fuck was that for?!”

hanma’s hunched over, clutching his belly in a fit of laughter. his hand is dusted with white, along with his black pants. “i can’t—fuck, baby, look at you!” his eyes are watering from laughter.

“fuck you!” you yell back, but you cant seem to be genuinely upset at him. a rush of adrenaline fills your body, and your movements are quick when you snatch away the bag from his hand.

he steps back, lifting his arms in surrender. “no- no! okay, okay i’m sorry!” it’s too late, because not even a second later, you’re throwing an entire handful of white at his face. some getting mixed in his dual-colored hair, some making him cough out because he’s accidentally inhaled it.

“that’s what you get!” you yell back, a smile gracing your lips, “now who’s gonna clean all this up?”

he’s leaning against the counter, trying to catch his breath. “god- this was so much more fun than actually making the cake,”

you huff, “that’s what you’re thinking of? look at us — we’re gonna need to shower after this,”

he stands to his full height, walking closer to you. there’s still flour particles dancing in the air, filling the atmosphere in a white haze.

“admit it, this was fun,” his hand reaches around your waist, tugging you flush against his toned chest. “c’mon.” he grins.

you cross your arms over your chest, refusing to look at him.

“no.”

“hm, yes.”

“no!” you playfully push his face away when he gets too close to you. “you’re so annoying.” you pout.

you think you see his smile get even bigger, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your flour-filled forehead. “heh, yeah, i know.”

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100lxtters · 1 year

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Special Treat

!! THIS ONE SHOT IS FOR 18+ VIEWING ONLY, MINORS DNI !!

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Boba Fett x fem!reader x Din Djarin 7.7k words Boba knows how needy you get, had teased you about having another person fuck you at once, never knowing he actually would follow up with it. But when he invites his Mandalorian friend you just couldn't let this opportunity go! Dom!Boba, sub!reader, switch!Din Warnings : threesome, eiffel tower, smut, blindfolds mask/helmet kink, oral, PiV sex, age difference(but of legal age!) bisexuality, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, facefucking, helmet stays on, cum eating, creampie, praise kink, using cum as lube, aftercare, spitroasting Mando'a translations (apologises if the grammar is incorrect!): ad'ika - little one mesh'la - beautiful Lba' mesh'la dala, staabi Djarin? - What a beautiful woman, right Djarin? cyare - beloved cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart cetar par kaysh, ad'ika - kneel in submission for him, little one gar hiibir kaysh uram - you take her mouth tion'jor - why? am at kaysh uram - change to her mouth

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You leaned against Lord Fett's leg whilst he sat on his throne, sitting at his feet so everyone knew you were his. The knowledge of everyone in his court knowing you were his and only his always made you feel special, made you feel important. Everyone aware you had submitted to him and he was the only person you needed.

After Fett's victory over Mos Espa you practically begged for his attention, wanting to give everything to your Daimyo.

You were his, completely and only his.

Fett's hand was resting on your head, every so often stroking it. No words were really said between you both when he held court, but he always made you aware he was there and watching you. Making sure everyone else knew too.

Seeing peoples gaze catch you due to wearing a very low cut dress so your breasts were on show, them being covered in little marks and bites from your lover.

It was a beautiful feeling.

Watching down on everyone, seeing some people sitting in the booths drinking, hearing some people coming up to speak to the king about bounties and tributes. Every so often some would offer slaves for him, which he always declined, mainly due to him being so against the 'culture' around them but also every time would indicate to your appearance next to him. Hinting to them that in that sector he had it filled.

And maker did he. The man was so possessive over you, claiming your whole body.

He would always praise you on how good you were, how pretty you looked doing the most dirtiest things, practically worshiping your body as he ruined it again and again.

Oh how you couldn't wait for his court to end so you could jump back onto him.

It did tempt you sometimes to do it whilst others were here still, make everyone watch as the Daimyo takes over your body. However you preferred the intermittency of just the two of you.

Well, a few times Boba had teased about finding someone else to fuck you at the same time, and the thought did excite you, but you had no clue who he would invite beside Fennec. Which you wouldn't mind, she was an absolutely stunning woman. Yet Fett never asked her, as far as you know anyway.

Your head slowly turns and looks up to him, he was staring out into the room. You just watched him, thinking about how lucky you are to see him without his helmet on as not many others do. He was so handsome, you could never tire looking at his face.

At first it did take you back by how much older he was than you, but you didn't find him any less attractive for it. He did seem a little stand off-ish for a bit, you think it was due to him worrying about your reaction to his age and size, but if anything to you it made him more beautiful. You just wanted him, not caring for his weight or age.

Fett must have felt your gaze on him as his head slowly turned to you. His black visor staring down at you, ''everything okay, ad'ika?'' His voice just loud enough for you to hear, his hand still stroking your head. You just nod in response and give him a small smile.

''Getting a bit tired'' you say.

Then his body shifts and moves to lean down a little to you, ''don't worry, I'm almost done here.'' His hand then strokes your cheek causing you to lean into the touch as he adds ''plus I've got a little treat for you later.''

It's like he permanently has a smirk on his face, constantly able to hear it on his voice. You give him a little confused look, but also get excited by what that statement could entail.

So you shuffle around a little to get comfy again against his leg as you wait for whatever he has waiting for you.

From the tone of his voice it was most likely something sexual, which excited you. You could feel yourself getting aroused slightly already by the idea of it. Having no clue what it could be, but you didn't care, you just enjoyed having this man fuck you so much that you would take anything.

You let your mind wander as you try to think what he was planning on doing since it was probably something different to what he has done before. Spending the whole time next to him questioning what was to come.

Luckily court only lasts another hour, watching the guests slowly exit the throne room, leaving just you and Boba. He is still stroking your head, you wonder if it must give him some calmness or if he just knew you liked the gentle jester.

''Ready little one?'' He says tapping your head softly.

You turn to face him as he hands his other hand out to you, you grab it with a smile on your face and lift yourself up. Standing next to him, taking his stance in and then quickly climbing him. Your dress flowing over his thighs as you placed yourself on his lap.

''Eager one today are we?'' He teases, one hand resting on your hip and then other stroking your thigh.

''You promised me a treat'' you smirked down at him, wanting to know exactly he was teasing you with. You pushed your body down onto him, trying to add some pressure to your pussy.

A low chuckle leaves him as he grips your thigh, ''so needy. Let's move this back to my quarters shall we.'' So you smile at him as you climb back off his body, standing back to allow him to stand from his throne. Oh how powerful he looked in that seat!

When he stands he takes your hand in his and leads the way to his room. He pulls you into his room and practically shoves you to his bed. You sit at the edge of the bed with your legs already spread just waiting for him.

''Look at you, so good'' he mumbles under his helmet. He moves closer to you and places his fingers under your chin so you're forced to look up at his impowering body over you. Boba then strokes your bottom lip with his gloved thumb, slowly pushing it into your mouth and you allow it, dancing your tongue over the leather thumb.

A groan appears from his mouth as he pushes it in further. You just stare at the black visor the whole time, feeling his own eyes meeting yours.

''Maker, can't wait to see your mouth get fucked as I ruin your pussy at the same time'' he says. Was this the treat he promised? Had he asked someone else to join? The thought excited you as you hummed around his thumb.

''Would you want that, princess? Want two dicks ruining your body at once?''

He had pulled his thumb from your mouth, and awaited an answer. ''Yes sir, I would like that'' you admit, feeling a little embarrassed that you were that horny.

Fett then stokes your cheek and replies ''good. Now let me prepare you before our guest arrives.''

Hot flush runs through you, get you ready? Was this person already on their way? Who were they?

Before you can ask anything his hand is on your throat adding pressure that causes your eyes to roll back as his other hand squishes your breast through your dress. Slowly pushing his hand down the dress into your bra to twist your nipple causing a small moan to leave your tightened throat.

''You looked so beautiful out there, wearing your marks with pride so everyone was able to know you are mine'' he praises. It was true, you choose to wear that dress today, wanting everyone to know such. You were submitted and committed to him, and you wanted everyone to know.

He then lets go of your throat and you hear the hiss of his helmet being removed, so you open your eyes to met with his perfect brown ones. You don't think you could ever get tired of looking at his beautiful face, he was so dreamy.

Slowly Boba leans down to you and crashes your lips together. You lift one of your hands and place it on the back of his neck to pull him closer in. His tongue enters your mouth as his other hand travels up your thigh, slightly pinching at the skin.

His kisses were hungry, they always were, like he could never get enough.

The hand on your thigh was getting closer and closer to your wet underwear, you moved your body closer to his, wanting his touch now. But he just pulled back from the kiss and looked down at you, ''I'm in charge, it goes at my pace.''

''But- please. I need you'' you plead, giving him the softest look to hope he would give you what you wanted.

His hands then both wander to the edge of your dress, so you lift yourself up to make it easier for him to pull it off your body. He takes his time, slowly watching your body be revealed to him.

Once the dress is off he throws it across the room and leans down to attach his lips to your neck, causing a slight whimper to leave you. One of his hands massage your breast over the bra, whilst the other just rested on the bed next your thigh.

Fett's mouth travels down to your breasts as he starts to suck down on the sensitive skin, adding another mark to them. You bite back a moan, your pussy growing wetter by the minute.

''Boba, please'' you whisper.

''You know you've got to ask for what you want, princess'' he says as he pulls your bra down and attaches his mouth to your nipple, pulling it between his teeth.

Your head rolls back as you let out a heavy breath, ''need yo- your fingers or mouth... please.''

Before you can carry on begging he pulls back and pushes your body onto the bed, laying down under him. You watch him lower himself between your thighs, adding little kisses and bites to them. This causes your body to almost shiver in anticipation.

His mouth gets closer and closer to your aching pussy, you dare to push your hips forward but you don't as he may stop.

You almost jump back as he places a kiss onto of your underwear, right on top of where you need him. ''Please, sir'' your voice so quiet.

Thankfully he listens, he pushes your underwear aside and attaches his mouth to your mould. A low moan leaves you as you shuffle yourself closer to his face. He is giving you little licks between your folds, your body relaxing under him.

One of his hands crawls up your body and sneaks under your bra, pinching and pulling your nipple, causing your hips to rise before he quickly pushes them back into the mattress. His tongue moves down to your hole, fucking you quickly with his tongue, your hands grip onto the sheets as you become a moaning mess on his bed.

Everything this man always did was so good, he knew exactly what you liked and how to do it. You wonder if this guest will be as experienced as him, wondering what they could give you.

Then his hands switch, playing with your other nipple as the hand from your hip moves further down. Boba moves his mouth onto your clit as he pushes two fingers into your pussy. ''Oh, B- Boba'' you quietly moan out. The fingers inside you stretching you out, adding so much pleasure to help with his tongue.

He removes his mouth for a moment to say ''want you to cum for me first, need you to know you're mine.''

A hot flush runs through you as his mouth reattaches. When he gets possessive it's so attractive, wanting you to know that regardless of who he has invited here will only be here for this one time but you're always his. And that's really all you want.

Moans growing louder as he gets you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your body itching to get closer and closer to him, needing your release.

''I'm getting... close, sir'' you whimper out.

His movements carry on the same, but you can feel the urgency sneaking in. You didn't realise it was due to the footsteps climbing up the stairs that only he heard that had made him hurry.

''Cum for me'' he mumbles against your clit.

Your head completely pushed back as your back arching more as you reached your high. Fireworks exploding behind your eyelids as your pussy clenches around his fingers, cumming hard.

His licks slow down, just pulling you through your orgasm. Once he can tell you're done he pulls back and stands up, resting his hand on your cheek as he praises ''you did so good for me, little one.''

''That was one hell of a show'' a voice appears from the doorway.

Your body freezes up, your legs trying to close but Boba is stood between them. The voice sounded like it was under a helmet, it was deep and sounded like honey. It wasn't a voice of anyone you recognised, is this the guest?

Boba gave you a warm smile as he placed a kiss on your lips before standing back up, and you sit up slowly.

Now you could see the figure. They were wearing Mandalorian armour, similar to Boba's, but all silver and shiny. They had one hand on their hip and the other resting on their belt as they leaned against the doorframe.

You watched Boba turn around and head towards the other Mandalorian. The Mandalorian was much taller than Boba, his hand reached under the helmet and rested on their chin, just like how he did to you. ''Nice to see you again Mand'alor'' Fett says, his voice so soft but also so powerful.

You see the Mandalorian's hand rest on Boba's cheek as they say ''and you.''

The pair of them then turn to you, you feel so small and embarrassed. Sitting in only your underwear in front of two men in armour. Them both not saying anything, just taking you in. You had no clue where the Mandalorian's gaze was due to their helmet.

Now you think of it, it was more arousing. You press your legs together as your underwear begins to soak again.

''Lba' mesh'la dala, staabi Djarin?'' Boba says to the other person. You had picked up a bit of Mando'a since you started things with Boba, but the only word you recognised was beautiful, which caused you to blush at the idea of him talking about you.

The Mandalorian just hums and nods against Boba's hand.

''Cyare, this is Din'' Boba introduces them finally, ''I asked him if he wanted to join us, is that okay with you?''

You stare at the other man, Din, and take a moment to consider this. Boba seemed to trust him enough since he was wanting him to touch you or whatever, so by that logic why wouldn't you? Plus he seemed familiar, you think he may have been the armoured person who helped Boba fight in the Mos Espa battle?

So you nod and say ''yes sir.''

A smirk once again appears on Boba's face as he lets go of Din's face and move closer to you. Once he is right in front of you, you bend your head to look up at him, ''promise?'' he asks.

''I promise, I want this Boba'' you reassure him, reaching up to kiss him.

You hear Din's footprints move to behind Boba, his hands resting on your lovers hips. As Boba leans back you are staring into the dark visor on Din's helmet, wondering what he looks like under there.

Boba runs his thumb over your lips again, you open your mouth slightly as he pushes it in again. Din lets out a low groan behind him, ''you going to show him how much of a good girl you are?''

You nod as he removes his thumb, moving out the way so Din is just towering over you, ''you can touch her, Djarin'' Boba says before moving out of your sight.

''That okay with you, cyar'ika?'' His voice was so handsome, it sent vibrations through your body. So you nod in response, you were starting to grow eager and wanted these men to start what they had planned.

So then Din reaches his hand out and unclips your bra, setting your breasts free. You feel almost nervous, you met this man only minutes ago, but you are so attracted to whatever he is doing right now. Din's gloved hands grab both your breasts, massaging them before pinching and pulling at your nipples, causing you to let out a quiet moan. His grip was soft compared to Boba's, like he was savouring the moment.

''Mesh'la'' he mutters, which makes your body feel like it's on fire, ''you let him claim your tits like this?'' indicating to the marks on them. You again let out a small whimper in response, wondering if Din would add any marks to you.

In the corner of your eye you notice Boba has reappeared, taking seat on the stool in the room. His legs spread as his eyes are fixed on you two. ''Cetar par kaysh, ad'ika'' he orders. Once again knowing what he was asking of you since he has used the same phrase countless times.

Din's hands move off you and he moves more towards Boba, you get up and follow him. The pair of you are stood right in front of Boba, making sure he can have a full view.

Your hand reaches up to his helmet, but he grabs your wrist. ''Sorry sweetheart, I don't show my face'' Din informs you. Part of you feels embarrassed for not checking, but then the other part of you gets hornier, loving the idea of him keeping his helmet on. You loved it when Boba did it, so you can imagine how hot it would be with Din.

Din lets go of your wrist and you slowly sink to your knees, your hands laying flat on your thighs. You stare back up at him and await for his commands.

''She knows who's in charge Djarin, so show her'' Boba says. You turn your head to him and see the bulge growing in his pants, oh how badly you wished to reach out and touch him. The look in his eyes was full of desire, you could see how badly he wanted to watch this, but also how badly he wished it was him at the same time.

But then Din's hand pushes your cheek back to facing him, ''if you want a dick so badly, you can take mine first.''

Your eyes move down to the tent in his own pants, watching as he unbuckled the pants. Just watching as he frees his cock, maker he was big! Your mouth already watering at his length.

Boba was thicker, but Din was longer.

The image of taking both of their dicks at once makes you whimper out, making both men stare at you.

''Oh, I think someone is excited'' Boba teases. He knew how badly you wanted this, ever since he teased the idea of another person fucking you it had been playing on your mind. The fantasy excited you, but you weren't sure if it was just something said in the moment or if he really wanted it.

You stare up at Din with your mouth open and your tongue pressed out, waiting for him to slide his dick into your mouth.

''You've got her trained well Fett'' Din praises.

His gloved hand guides his throbbing length into your mouth, slowly sliding it in, holding the top of your head to guide it in. It doesn't take long for him to reach the back of your throat, your mouth full of him.

He lets out a low groan as he just holds his cock in your mouth. You then start bobbing your head slightly, making sure you could feel him completely. He tasted almost the same as Boba, the same muskiness on his cock that you didn't mind really.

Din grips your hair a bit as he thrusts into your throat, causing you to gag a little but you didn't care, you just wanted this mans cock. You think Din pauses for a moment due to your reaction but Boba then reassures him ''she knows her safeword and to tap your thigh if it's too much.'' Which he was correct, and since you didn't tap his thigh Din took this to carry on.

He was filling your senses so quickly, he felt so good slowly entering your throat and back. Next to you every so often you could hear Boba groan, clearly enjoying the show.

''Maker, you look so pretty taking his cock. My talent little girl'' Boba praises. Causing you to moan against Din's cock and your thighs press together, your hand daring to go down and touch yourself until you hear Boba tusk and say ''no, you're just pressuring our guest now, not yourself.''

Which causes you to groan against Din's dick again, his hand tightening in your hair as he thrusts deeper. So you reach your hand up and grip the base of Din's cock, moving your hand up and down on the section that won't fit into your mouth.

''Keep doing that mesh'la'' Din moans. You feel his cock throb more in your mouth meaning he was already close, so you do as you're told. You let him fuck your mouth as you run your hand up the remaining part of his length.

Din pulls your head back a little as he mumbles ''gonna cum in your mouth, cyar'ika.''

With that warning he does as he said, warm salty liquid filling up your mouth quickly, feeling some of it leak out your mouth a little. He lets out a grunt as you swallow his cum with his cock still in your mouth.

Once he pulls out you look up at him with an almost dazed look, your jaw being a bit tired already. Din strokes your head and says ''she's so good Fett.''

''I know, come here pretty girl'' Boba commands, and you just crawl over to him, your knees feeling too sore to stand right now. When you reach him he leans down and pulls your face to his. You are about to protest due to still having cum around your mouth, but he seems to clean it off, moaning quietly to himself. You start to realise that as much as this is a treat for you, it is for him too.

Boba's tongue enters your mouth as he pulls you closer in, you can feel your underwear sticking to you, already ready to be touched by him again. You reach your hand out and massage his bulge over his flight suit, he smirks against your lips as he mutters ''so needy.''

''Please, sir'' you beg against him.

He moves back and looks up at Din, saying ''what do you think, Djarin? Think she deserves some reward?''

Din's hands rest on your shoulders, pulling you back to sit in front of his legs. You look up at him with pleading eyes, your pussy dying for attention off these men.

''She did do a good job at making me cum, but I kind of want to see just how needy she can get'' his tone is darker than before. His visor set straight on you as he teased the idea.

Boba leans down and strokes over your underwear causing you to flitch at the slight stimulation, chuckling quietly to himself. ''I say we see how much we can get her to beg'' he hums.

You want to protest, but yet you're enjoying this too much. Enjoying them talking about you like you weren't on your knees sat in between them both. You wanted both of these men to use you how they wanted, wanted them both to claim you in whatever ways they wished.

Then Boba's hand grabs your chin and pulls you closer, ''what do you want, little one?''

''You, both of y- you'' you quietly say, ''I want you both... so badly. Please, Lord Fett.''

''Sit on the bed then'' Boba orders, so you push yourself off the floor and hurry over to his bed. Sitting on the edge whilst both men towered over you again.

It was like they were both trying to figure out what to do next, or how they were going to do their next plan.

You watch Din lean into one of pockets on his belt and pull out some black fabric. ''You okay with being blind folded, cyar'ika?'' His voice is so soft as you nod to allow him to blindfold you for whatever reason he wished.

He passed the fabric to Boba who moved to behind you on the bed, placing a light kiss on your shoulder and traveling up your neck to your cheek. You leaned back against him, one of his hands traveling up the other side of your body, maker you were getting more and more desperate as the minutes passed.

Finally Boba's hands move in front of your face, the fabric coming closer to your face. Then suddenly your vision is gone, everything black. You feel Boba move your hair as he ties the blindfold, you're unable to see anything now.

''Safeword?'' Boba asks against your ear. Your senses are on full alert now due to your sight being gone, his hot breath against you made you shiver.

''Starship'' you reply.

He places a soft kiss on your neck as he praises ''good girl.''

Then you hear a hiss, a sound you knew very well, the removal of a helmet. Meaning Din was removing his helmet for Boba. You weren't sure why you couldn't see his face, you assume it must be a Mandalorian thing you don't know and due to Boba wearing the same armour he is allowed to see his face.

You hear the helmet be placed on the floor and feel his gloved hands run up your thighs. ''Fett, can I?'' His voice sounds different without the helmet, still just as handsome, just a bit softer.

Boba just hums and then before you can react Din places one hand on your cheek and pulls you to his lips. You lean into the kiss, feeling a moustache run along your lips as he pressed further into the kiss. The taste of caf on his soft lips filled the kiss.

Daringly you reach up and place a hand on his cheek, waiting to see if he would push it away, but he doesn't. So you run your hand along his face. Feeling the stumble on his cheeks that ran into a beard along his jawline, able to feel the little scars along his face. Your hand travelled further up, playing with his hair. It was soft and short, more scars hidden underneath.

You guess he was a bounty hunter too by the way he dressed and the amount of damage his body had been through.

Din then slowly pulls away from your lips, you let out a quiet moan as you miss the feeling. You feel him shuffle off the bed, placing his hands tightly on your thighs, and then feeling his breath on them.

Oh maker, please. Two men eating your cunt in one night? What a dream!

His hands snaked up and slowly dragged your underwear down, exposing your soaking pussy to him. You were glad you were blindfolded as you would be red in the face if you could see his reaction. Well you already were burning in the face, but you imagine if you saw his face you'd be on fire.

''She is drenched Boba'' he mutters, placing kisses on your thighs.

Boba's hands runs up both sides of your body as he pulls you back more, leaning your body against his cold armoured one. ''She always is, always so needy. Aren't you princess?''

You whimper in response, and whisper ''please.''

Both of these men knew what you wanted. They were just prolonging it for the sake of teasing you, wanting to see how far they could push you. And they were starting to get too close, you needed this pressure released.

Thankfully you don't wait long as Din pushes your legs wider as his tongue slides between your folds. You let out a quiet moan, your body completely sagging against Boba's, your hands gripping the sheets under you.

His tongue was just as talented as Boba's, tracing along and taking you fully in. Every so often poking into your hole, making your hips jerk up as he pushed them back down.

Then Boba moves one hand around and pinches your nipple again, a loud moan escaping your throat. This feeling was so beautiful, these two men touching you where you wanted, them doing what they wished as you just lay between them.

Din's tongue enters your hole making your hips jump again, but this time he doesn't push them back down, his hooked nose rubbing against your clit. You let out a very breathy moan at the sensation.

''Djarin, grid her against your face'' Boba orders. And Din does exactly that, causing your eyes to roll back behind the blindfold.

''You enjoying this, mesh'la?'' Boba asks you.

''I- I am, sir'' you moan.

He hums as he brings his other hand to your other nipple, bringing your body closer to feeling overstimulated.

''Tell him then, I've told him how good you are, thank our guest.''

You swallow and catch your breath a bit before you say ''this f- feels so good Di- Din... Thank y- you.''

Din hums against your hole which causes you to moan loud again. He tightens his grip on your thighs and rocks your clit more against his face, trying to bring you closer to your release.

Behind you you can feel Boba's cock digging into your back, feeling a bit guilty that he hasn't had a release yet. But you think he must be enjoying this as if he wanted to cum he would be getting you to help him already.

The pool in the bottom of your stomach grows, you can feel your own release getting closer. Fett must have picked up on your breathing changing as he whispers ''are you getting close, little one?''

''Yes'' you utter out quickly.

''Think she deserves to cum Mand'alor?'' Boba teases.

You feel Din's head remove himself for a moment, you whimpering from missing the feeling already and from your stimulation pausing. ''I think so, she's been so good for us so far'' he replies.

''Plea- please Din'' you almost cry. You wonder how much more you must plead to these men tonight just so they would give you what you wanted.

''You heard my girl, make her cum'' Boba said, his smirk always on his lips.

As Din's head reappears you reach down and grip his hair, since you don't have many opportunities to do such with Boba, not that you minded. He goes back to grinding your pussy against his face as his tongue fucked your hole, bringing you closer by the second.

Boba's fingers just work on pinching your nipples to help your stimulated body.

''I- I'm... cum. Gonna-''

''Cum princess'' Boba orders and you obey in an instant.

Gripping the sheets harder as you let go of Din's hair, your thighs squishing his head and your back arching until he pushes you back down. You see stars as you cum hard, harder than earlier.

''Good girl'' Boba praises as you moan against him from another mans mouth.

Din works you through your orgasm until it's too much, that your legs are shaking and your body is physically jumping back from his mouth, the overstimulation being too much.

He removes his mouth and you feel him rise, ''want to taste her?''

Your brain is foggy and it takes you a moment to release Boba is leaning up, hearing his lips meet Din's. The pair of them letting out quiet groans, sharing the taste of your release between their mouths.

One of Boba's hands leave your body to, you assume, touch Din's face. You were still unable to see what was happening but very much able to hear it. Getting more and more turned on from hearing the two men make out above you,

Then before you know it one of Din's hands reach down and grab your bare breast. Both men holding one each, both pinching a nipple each. You quietly whimper under them, clearly wanting to make sure you were still involved with the events.

''She tastes beautiful, doesn't she?'' Boba mutters above you.

''I'm glad you offered to share her with me, I can see why you've been held up with her'' Din replies.

You feel yourself blush, unsure if they were even looking at you, but not caring for a moment. The way these men spoke about you was beautiful, that even though they both wanted to dominate you and you wanted them both to claim you, that they still felt like they were worshipping you in some sense.

''Gar hiibir kaysh uram'' Boba says.

''Tion'jor?'' Din replies. You were completely clueless to what they were saying, you knew only pet names and a few compliments in Mando'a, the rest of their conversation was just confusing you, plus you were focusing on the feeling of them still playing with your nipples.

After a little while they both remove their hands, and you feel them both get off the bed. ''What's happening?'' You ask, still laying naked on the bed with the blindfold still on.

You heard two hisses, one after another. Did they both put their helmets back on?

No words were spoken still as you are sat up and feel the blindfold be untied. Your eyes squint as you readjust to the low lighting in the bedroom.

Both men stood in front of you, still in full armour with their helmets now on, however both their cocks were freed. Your mouth opens into a little 'O' as you let out a heavy breath.

''You going to do as you're told, babygirl?'' Din says, his voice back to sending a vibration through your body with the modifier.

You nod and whisper ''yes, sirs.''

''So obedient. You want both our dicks to fill you? Have two kings ruin you?'' Boba adds.

''Please, I really do.''

Two kings? Was Din also a king? Boba did keep referring to him as a title, it wasn't one you'd heard before. But the thought excited you, being fucked by two kings at once.

''End of the bed on all fours, face towards the end of the bed'' Boba orders and you do as so.

Watching as Boba stands in front of you and Din moves himself onto the bed behind you. His hands landing softly on your hips, adjusting you to be level with him. Both of them in front of a hole each, waiting.

Boba's hand rests on your cheek, soothing you slightly. You were a little nervous, you hadn't done anything like this before, but you were excited nonetheless. ''Ready?''

''Yes sir.''

You open your mouth and lean your tongue out, Boba lining himself up. He just rests on the end of your tongue as he waits for Din, his gloved finger dances along your hole, teasing it. You groan out of impatience, as much as it felt nice you just wanted him to fuck you.

Then he does. He lines the head of his dick to your hole, holding your hips as he slowly fills you up with his length. Your body pushing forwards as you take Boba's cock further into your mouth.

Both men push themselves as deep as the can in you and hold it.

Kriffing maker, you felt so full! They weren't even moving, but feeling both their lengths fill you was magical.

You swallow around Boba's cock and he says ''she likes it rough'' to Din. Slowly feeling empty as Din pulls back before he snaps his hips back to you, pushing Boba further down your throat.

Your eyes already start to fill with tears, how did it feel this good already? They only just really started.

Boba grips your hair as he pulls your head back a bit so he can fuck your mouth easier, whilst Din's pelvis slaps into your thighs as he tightens his grip on your hips. Your body being rocked between the two armoured men, them using your body exactly as they want.

Above you the sound of their helmet clank together, you assume they are giving each other a keldabe kiss, a motion Boba had done with numerus times whilst his face was covered.

Both their hips still rocking into you, each of them removing one hand. You look as far as you can up and watch Din's hand rest on Boba's cheek under his helmet, their motions with each other seeming so soft as they fucked you numb under them.

Your pussy clenches around Din, this entire moment making you feel so much.

''You getting close again pretty girl?'' Din almost mocks. Humming against Boba's cock, you then feel his hand move onto your clit, clearly moved off Boba's face.

Din runs little circles over your clit, pushing his cock slowly and deeply into you. ''Do you want to cum on his cock baby?'' Boba asks.

Again you hum and nod against his cock, your eyes looking up to see his helmet staring down at you. He reaches under your body and pinches your nipple once again. Your eyes threatening to drop the tears, your body feeling so overstimulated.

''Cum, ad'ika'' Boba commands.

Your eyes slam shut as your pussy tightens around Din, as Boba pushes his cock further down your opening throat. ''Good girl'' Din praises, but then he speeds up and fucks you hard through your orgasm.

You were stuck, unable to move whilst both men had you trapped between them. Your body spasming and shaking from your high, but neither men slowly down or easing up for you. But you didn't feel the need to stop, you enjoyed the feeling of it.

''Am at kaysh uram'' Boba says.

Then both men pull out from you, you let out a mix of a moan and whimper. You stare at Boba with a confused expression. ''Don't worry, we're not finished with you'' he pats your head as he moves to where Din was stated as Din appears in front of you. Oh, they're changing positions?

You open your mouth again for Din to slide his cock in, tasting yourself in the prosses. It wasn't the first time, a few times Boba had made you suck him off to cum in your mouth after, so you were kind of used to the taste now. Like before as you sit with Din's dick in your mouth Boba lines his up with your pussy.

His thick cock pushes through your sensitive walls as you moan against Din's length. Once again full from both men's cocks. You could get used to this feeling, hoping Boba would invite him around again.

''Maker you really do look good whilst someone fucks your mouth as I take your pussy'' Boba says recalling his comment from earlier, when he first told you someone would be joining.

''Not sure which one of I'm more jealous of'' Din groans.

You are on fire under them, the way they spoke about you made you weak, you were enjoying yourself so much.

Boba's grip on your hips tighten as he goes deeper causing your pussy to clench against him. ''You close again mesh'la?''

Din chuckles as you hum against his cock and he answers for you, ''I think she is.''

''Can you hold on a little longer? Want you to cum with me baby'' Boba says. You let out a mumbled whimper, the knot was right there, you were so closer.

Tears run down your face, holding yourself back. Trying to just focus on sucking Din's cock, hoping it would prolong your desperate need to cum. Din lets out a low moan as he holds your head tight, clearly enjoying your focus on him, trying to pleasure him the best way you could with your mouth for the second time tonight.

Boba's cock starts to throb as his thrust speed up, ''cum princess'' he moans.

Din pulls out your mouth as you let out a really loud moan, it echoing through the bedroom. You arms collapse under you with your ass and pussy still held up by Boba. Clamping around Boba's length, cumming harder then ever before, feeling his own release be stuffed deep inside you. Filling you with his cum, like he was trying to get it as deep as possible.

''So good'' Din praises above stroking your head. You shake a little under his touch, Boba still slowly rocking his softening dick inside you.

Once he does pull out Boba turns you on your back, ''you're nearly done, just need to make Din cum now, little one.''

You look up at Din, he was fisting his own cock as he stared at the mess between your legs. He slowly moves around the bed to where Boba is, placing himself next him. Both men kneeling next to your sensitive, leaking pussy.

Din uses his free hand to push two fingers into your hole, making you moan from the sensation. He does a few thrusts before pulling them back out. His black gloved fingers covered in the white liquid of both yours and Boba's release. You watch as he takes them under his helmet and sucks them clean.

Boba lets out a low groan as his hand leans down to help jerk Din closer, ''want his cum inside you too?''

''Please'' you whimper.

Din moans under Boba's grip, almost allowing his dominance to be swept away as Boba touched him. His gloved hand running up and down the Mandalorian's long length, you just waiting in anticipation. Wanting more cum to fill you, unsure if it was even possible honestly, but you were excited to at least feel it.

Boba then helps line Din back up to your sensitive heat, his cock almost ready to burst.

Din slowly rocks his hips back into you, using Boba's cum almost like lube. Filling your tightened pussy, moaning quietly under him.

''Cum inside my girl Mand'alor, use her how you wish'' Boba says to him, pulling all the strings now.

You feel Din's pace stutter as you once again feel your walls be coated with cum, quietly whimpering out from your sore and tired pussy. ''You two look so pretty like this'' Boba praises to you both.

The hiss of his helmet fills your ears as his handsome face comes back into your view. He leans down and places a kiss on your lips, you calm against his mouth. ''Don't forget to thank our guest, don't be rude princess'' he mutters against your lips.

So you move your head to the side, watch as Din pulls his soft dick from you and tuck it away. ''Thank you D- Din'' you say, giving him a dazed smile. He reaches down and strokes your cheek softly, you shut your eyes as you leaned against his palm.

Maker you were tired, quite literally all fucked out.

''Djarin can you start the bath for her'' Boba voice now so soft again. Din nods and exits to the fresher. Boba gaze turns back to you, cradling your head in his hands, his eyes so soft and caring now. ''Did you enjoy that?'' He asks so softly it could make you cry.

''I did, thank you'' you reply, giving him a warm reassuring smile.

He leans down and places another kiss on your lips, this time it was soft. He was clearly tired now too, his touch so gentle against you now.

Din remerges from the fresher to indicate the bath was done. So Boba moves his mouth off yours and lets Din pick you up, carrying you to the bath. You didn't really require both men to help clean you, but you also weren't going to turn them down.

You quietly whimper as the warm water touches your sensitive and fucked out cunt. Boba grabs the usual cloth to wipe around your face, making sure the cum from earlier was gone, and cleaning the drool, sweat and tears too. Din helped make sure between your legs was clean, making sure it wasn't sticky and rough between your legs anymore.

You once again felt special, having these two big men look after you after they both fucked you tired.

Din helped you out the tub as Boba wrapped a towel around you, picking you up and carrying you to bed. Din helps dry you off whilst Boba jumps into a quick shower.

''So, you and Boba...'' you start, wondering what was happening there.

''He was there for me when I needed someone, when I needed comfort. Then he filled another void I didn't even realise I had. But nothing serious, don't worry. He's all yours'' Din's voice so soft now, there was no jealousy or venom behind his words. It seems like they just hooked up a couple of times and that was all.

You just nod as you yawn laying down, pulling the covers over yourself. Just as you do you see Boba exit the fresher, just a towel wrapped around his waist.

But maker, yes! You wanted this again.

#boba fett #din djarin #100lxtters #100lxtters one shot #boba fett x reader x din djarin #boba fett x reader #boba fett x din djarin #din djarin x reader #f!reader #boba fett x f!reader x din djarin #fanfic #one shot #18+ fanfic #18+ one shot #star wars #the book of boba fett #the mandalorian

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give-soup-please · 2 years

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If it’s possible, can you do a drabble of Narrator and Autistic reader? Can be read as platonic or romantic. Reader’s special interest is stars and space, and they ask Narrator if they could look at stars in the game and to come down to stargaze with them. Narrator complies and listens as Reader happily infodumps everything they researched and know about stars and constellations(plus happy stimming).

Narrator and an autistic reader who’s special interest is space (platonic or romantic)

You’re in love with the starry room within the zending. You’ll stay there for as long as the narrator asks, which more or less means you never leave. Your body stims as you recline on the floor and take it all in.

The narrator is content. You’re the first player who really seems to get it. You understand what it’s all about.

You get to gaze up at the night sky, and watch as the lights drift by. It’s almost perfect.

The narrator sighs in contentment. You’ve been here for almost an hour now. Every time the game resets, you always end up back here eventually, and you’ve never taken the staircase. This cannot go unnoticed, even by someone as caught up in the story as he is.

“Reader, your dedication to making me happy- It’s wonderful. Is there anything I can do for you in return?”

You don’t hesitate. “Come look at the stars with me.”

He’s confused. “I… am. That’s what we’re doing right now. I don’t get this wistful and joyous by staring at a blank wall, after all. ”

You shake your head, and reach upwards, as if you can touch him. “No, come down here and be with me. Let’s stargaze together.”

“Oh- I-'' he's grimacing. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I think it would cause a narrative contradiction of some kind.” It’s a weak excuse, he just hopes you fall for it.

You don’t. “Come on, the view is probably better down here anyway. Besides, I know a lot about the subject. Aren’t you at least a little tempted by new knowledge? You could watch the stars, and I can tell you everything there is to know about them.”

It is true that his knowledge of what goes on outside the parable is fairly limited, and he is somewhat curious as to how in depth your information is. “Oh, alright. Just for a few minutes.” He sincerely hopes he doesn’t regret this.

Time passes. You hear footsteps. You glance over at the door you came through. The narrator has taken on human form. You give him a thumbs up. “Looking good!” He clears his throat, but looks smug.

He casually walks up to where you’re lying down, not at all acknowledging that he’s broken several rules by doing this. He cranes his neck up. It’s certainly a newer perspective, and a better one.

You pat the ground next to you, and he suspiciously lies down next to you. His eyes take in all the lights and stars, and he lets out a soft gasp. Everywhere he looks, there’s beauty. What a sight! No wonder you spend so much time in this room. He falls silent, completely entranced.

You’re overjoyed he’s doing this. You gear yourself up for a ramble, and the narrator makes no move to stop you.

He’s honestly impressed with your knowledge. Any question he can think to ask, you have a ready answer.

“Reader, I hear some stars in your world are different colors. Why is that?”

“Well, the color varies based on how hot the star is. So red stars are colder than blue ones. This is because different wavelengths are produced when…”

“Why does your moon have different phases?”

“Oh, that’s easy. When the moon orbits the earth, it doesn’t produce its own light. The light we see actually comes from the sun…”

No matter how far he pushes you, your knowledge matches up.

The two of you slowly inch closer to each other, the narrator enchanted by your voice, and you enjoying the ambient company.

You end up snuggled on his chest, both of you watching the night sky.

“Someday,” the narrator says. “I think I’d like to see the real thing. Not this projection.

You hum in agreement, not knowing that he’s being serious. He wants you to show him the things he can’t picture. The constellations, the sunsets, the meteor showers… He vows that one day, he’ll stand under the sky in your world.

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp #headcanon #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader #could be read as platonic or romantic

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mongoose-bite · 4 months

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This isn't that relevant but I just never remember to take screenshots. Paladin moment! And you can see Wyll's lil face in the background if you squint. I anticipate a playthrough where we both have dogshit strength being pretty funny.

Did Faye go party after talking to Halsin? Of course she didn't. My girl will not rest while innocents need saving, and I did just fast travel out without saving that stupid bard...

I don't know what it is with me and names in this game; I saw Volo and was like 'heh, same name as that freak in Soul Calibur' and completely forgot Volo's Guide to Monsters until I saw him again.

The party. Oooh god I was not prepared for the party. Neither was Faye. Laz'ael kinda had dibs, and couldn't be un-dibbed so it was basically a night of awkwardly rejecting people. Excruciating for both of us. Notable exceptions: Wyll, who did not ask. I thought Faye might go for him, but they are a bit too similar. He's basically a brother from another mother and she loves him as such. Halsin, who was very kind but firm when Faye wondered if she could get to know him. okay.jpg

And. Of course. Asterion. Who let her know he was absolutely desperate to fuck, but anyone but her. Ew. Listen, this entire camp is crawling with horny morons, and if you weren't such a sour and condescending gremlin you could have your pick of them, but instead you're having a sneer-off with the one person you can't stand who is going to go and get laid regardless.

I actually kind of love how antagonistic they are, and I'm almost tempted to turn the ship around just to watch him eat. his. words. But I couldn't do that to Faye, who basically regards him like a tired paramedic outside a club at 3am on a Sunday asking again what it is he's taken. Sadly, he's her job.

Anyway. Laz'ael. You don't have to get all dommy to get head, you know? She's a paladin getting on her knees and giving is in her nature. I don't think Faye regrets it, but she finds Laz'ael a bit exhausting in several senses and doesn't want a rematch either, or to talk about it. Asterion probably sensed that. Dick.

I still had this cursed book sitting in my inventory, cause I am the stupid, and had forgotten right click opened an Attack option in the menu and I fruitlessly kept trying to target it with the general attack option. I did eventually work it out.

Now I had noticed Auntie Ethel had the fey creature type, but I thought nothing of it, and Faye, sweetheart that she is, wasn't going to scare some old lady by telling her about the tadpole, so I only headed to the swamp out of a desire to fill in the map before leaving the zone. Also, a friend had informed me I could improve things slightly with Asterion by 'baa-ing' at redcaps, a bizarre piece of advice that made no sense til I got there. Frankly it's the first thing about him that's been remotely charming.

Anyway, we got as far as the door to the hag's lair, and I thought we'd more or less hit an instant boss fight, and I and my companions were so close to level 5. That extra attack was gonna do so much for me. So I turned around and scoured the map for anything that might offer scraps of exp. Took all day. Rested.

Gale offered a magic lesson. Faye had a great time til it all got a bit too serious and she broke it off, getting the sad and lonely reaction, and she's feeling bad about it cause he's hot and smart, and good-hearted. But. It did seem a bit too smooth, and he did also kick things off with a picture of his ex, and then a demonstration of how good said ex makes him feel. If she even is an ex. I'm not cucking a fucking goddess. Faye's wis score is higher than that.

Dyce would love everyone in this party though. He really would. I need to know if an nonocule is possible.

Back to Faye. Rather than face her problems, she decided she'd rather go to a horrible swamp and fight a hag with a guy who deeply dislikes her. It went fine. Overall, by the time we were done in the swamp, Asterion had gone from barely tolerating her to grudgingly tolerating her. As she herself says, 'I've got a long road ahead of me.'

#crunchy plays bg3 #bg3

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Midnight Desserts.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Licorice x F.Reader (Cookie Run).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: Non/Con, Rough Sex, Bondage, Kidnapping/Imprisonment, Obsessive Behavior, Delusional Thoughts, and Mentions of Blood.

You thought, initially, that you might’ve been dead.

Or, mostly dead, at least. Half-way dead. Dead enough to explain why there wasn't any light, why there wasn't any noise, why your chest felt so heavy and your throat felt so dry and every part of you felt so drained, the idea of moving alone was enough to make your joints ache in their sockets. Briefly, you wondered if you were underground, if someone might’ve locked you in a coffin and rushed to the burial site while you were too lifeless to resist, but no, that would’ve been too simple, wouldn’t have explained the pillow under your head or the concave stretch of fabric looming above you – a canopy, you realized, seconds later, dark and velveteen and large enough to completely encompass the bed you were lying on, one of the largest you’d ever seen and swabbed in the same dark material. It all blended together, blackness on top of blackness on top of more, unending blackness. As if you’d been consumed by something, completely swallowed up by pure void. As if you were somewhere else, somewhere darker than anywhere you should’ve been.

You tried to push yourself up, but your arms caught on something – shackles, pale as ivory and sprouting from the two uppermost bedposts. Jerkily, absent-mindedly, you pulled against the chains, achieving little more than driving the metal deeper into your wrists. You tried again, your mind still lagging behind your instincts, but a hand shot your shoulder, a presence forming out of nothing behind you. Or, maybe he’d been there all along, waiting in the shadows, watching you panic with that awful, toothy grin smeared across his face. That sounded like something he would do, not that there was anything you’d really put below him.

“Hey, hey.” You snapped towards him, making a clumsy effort to push him away. Licorice only chuckled, letting you bat uselessly at his chest, never bothering to so much as pretend he was affected by the abuse. “Easy, now. You’ll just hurt yourself if you keep thrashing around like that.”

Instantly, your anger won over your confusion, loathing and misplaced irritation quickly drowning out what little self-preservation you still had. “Get—” You shoved at his chest, and he caught your hand, intertwining his fingers loosely with yours. When you jerked back, he let you go, but he was still wearing that damn smile. If your body had been any more cooperative, or if your mind had been any less dazed, you would’ve been tempted to try and claw it off of his face. “Don’t touch me. I can’t— Where are we? What did you do? Why am I—”

“You don’t have to worry about that. We’re alone, and—” His voice hitched in his throat, his smile growing impossibly wider. This time, he didn’t wait for you to lash out, to give him an excuse – reaching towards you and wrapping an arm around your waist, dragging you into his chest. You hadn’t thought to check, before, but he wasn’t wearing his usual clothes, his cloak replaced with dark robes that left more of his ashen skin exposed than you would’ve liked. You didn’t recognize your own outfit, either, a white dress you’d never seen before, let alone put on. You did what you could not to linger on the implications, but an involuntary chill ran up your spine, something he didn’t seem to notice. Or didn’t seem to want to, at least. “You’re so pretty,” He mumbled. A second later, he went on, rushing over his words in a hasty attempt to correct himself. “I mean, I knew you would be, but I don’t think we’ve ever been this close, and I just—” He cut himself off with a shallow sigh, an airy laugh. “You’re so pretty, and I’m so, so glad you’re finally here.”

You didn’t respond, not immediately. Talking to Licorice was like talking to a drooling, leering brick wall, anything you said likely to bounce off of him or, better yet, be replaced by something softer, something kinder, something he could mold and shape into promises of devotion or declarations of love – whatever he decided he wanted to hear, that day. Anything too gentle, and he’d turn it into praise, into adoration. Anything too hostile, and he wouldn’t hear it at all.

“Licorice,” You tried to find a middle-ground, to keep yourself calm and your voice even, but not flat. Stern, but not strict enough to go completely unheard. “Can you tell me why I’m here?”

“Because I love you.” Careless, thoughtless, immediate. He squeezed your side, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Because we’re supposed to be together, and you…” You felt him draw you closer, dark hair falling over your shoulder and across your chest. “You were being stubborn. You wouldn't stop acting like you hated me.”

You swallowed, dryly. “But why am I here? Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

“I’ve tried that.” He was whining, now, a row of pointed teeth ghosting over your skin. You had to fight the urge to pull away, to pry at his arms, to put as much distance between you and him as you possibly could, given your restraints. “You never listen to me, and there’s always someone else, someone trying to distract you—” Nails, this time, blunt and burrowed into your waist, your hips. You cringed, drawing in a pained breath through grit teeth, but he didn’t react. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he hadn’t even noticed. “But now, we get to be alone. No one’s going to interrupt us, here. I’ve made sure of it.” He leaned further into you, nuzzled deeper into your neck. “No one’s going to take you away from me.”

Stern, but not strict. Steady, but not cruel. “I don’t love you.”

You felt him shake his head, heard another shallow laugh. “You don’t have to say anything you don't mean, right now. It’s fine, we’re alone.”

“I'm telling the truth.” You rested a hand on his forearm. Nice and easy, calm and composed, just until the chains were off. Just until you’d gotten outside. “There’s no one else. I don’t want to be with you, and I don’t want to be here.”

“You don’t have to do this. It’s alright, I’ve taken care of—”

“Please, Licorice.” You just needed him to take the shackles off. You needed to be somewhere else, somewhere with anything but darkness. Dampening, unrelenting darkness. “I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I don’t want to be—”

“Be quiet.”

It caught you off-guard – both the traces of hostility in his voice and the fact that there were only traces. He’d never lashed out at you, but part of you had expected that, when he did, it would be with that same kind of obsessive fever. You never lingered on it, did what you could not to think about him and his one-sided crush at all, but when you had to, you pictured something violent, something explosive. Not this, his face hidden in your neck, his arms wrapped around your midriff with the same kind of crushing dependency a child might've shown to his favorite toy. Not anything so vulnerable. “You’re confused. It’s not your fault, and I—”

“Please.” You wanted to hurt him. You wanted to leave. But, it felt worse than you thought it would to actually see him hurt. “You have to let me go, Licorice.”

He was quiet, for a beat.

Then, he pulled you ever-closer, his grip briefly tightening before falling away altogether. “You’re confused,” He repeated, a cracked smile biting into your flesh. “But, that’s alright. I’m here to help.”

The command wasn’t audible, if there even was a command. The moment he stopped speaking, the chains seemed to spark to life, drawing back on themselves and coiling around the bedposts, dragging you against the large, ornamental headboard despite your attempts to thrash against them. Your wrists were forced above your head, your back pressed flat against cold wood, and Licorice laughed as you kicked uselessly at empty air, as you fought futilely against your restraints. It was pointless. Talking to him at all had been pointless. You should’ve screamed. You should’ve wrapped your hands around his neck and squeezed. You should’ve—

You didn’t have time to think about what you should’ve done, about how much faith you should or shouldn’t have had in him. He was already starting towards you, already moving to kneel between your legs, making it impossible for you to fully block him out. He seemed nervous, despite his delusions, despite his shamelessness, hesitating before planting his hands on either side of your waist, glancing over your hardened expression with that same half-melted glint in his eyes.

“I’ll make it better.” He leaned in, as if to kiss you, and you turned away, still intent on resisting any way you could. He settled for the edge of your jaw, instead, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips, only pulling back after you’d gone stiff underneath him. Even then, he was still smiling, grinning in a way that made your stomach twist and something sharp and desperate begin to crawl up your throat. You tried to shut your eyes, but opened them just as quickly. It was worse not to know where he was. It was worse not to know what he was going to do to you. “And you’ll thank me, when I’m done.”

You wouldn’t. You could’ve told him that, yelled and screamed until your voice gave out. You could’ve. You were tempted to.

But, it wouldn’t have helped.

It wasn’t like he’d ever listened to a word you said.

He was clumsier than you’d expected him to be, somehow. That, or he was hastier, in a rush to gather the skirt of your dress up to your waist and run his hands over the outside of your thighs, the curve of your waist. You made another attempt to get him away from you, to kick at his chest, but he only caught your ankle, only kissed the inside of your calf before throwing your leg over your shoulder, resting his hand over your knee when you automatically tried to pull away. The panic only really, fully washed over you when he leaned down, his lips grazing over your hip, then the apex of your thigh as he drifted lower. You didn’t want him this close to you. You didn’t want him to do this. “Stop, d-don’t—Licorice, don’t—”

“That’s enough.” He sounded far-away, his attention only partially directed towards you and the rest already elsewhere. “I love it when you say my name, but you don’t have to worry about anything right now. I’ll take care of you.”

He was so calm. So eerily, erratically calm.

You wished he was still crying into your neck.

Despite your best attempts to block it out, the feeling of his warm breath against your panties drew you out of your thoughts, accompanied by his nose pushing into your clit, his fingertips digging into your hips. It was temporary, though, followed by something so, so much worse – sharpened nails tearing through thin material, his tongue tracing over the length of your slit, now unprotected by any kind of fabric. You shuddered, attempting to clench your thighs shut, but if he noticed, if he cared, you weren’t able to tell. He only fell farther, delved deeper, taking a long moment to suck on clit with a harsh kind of pressure before moving lower, lapping over your cunt – as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to focus on. As if he wasn’t just doing this to cause you pain, in one form or another.

He was watching you, too. You were hyper-aware of his eyes, of his stare, burning into you and prying for any change in your expression, any slight hitch of your breath or buck of your hips. You tried to hold yourself still, not to react, but there was only so much you could do to stop your body from moving on its own, to stop your cunt from clenching around his tongue as he moaned into you – his affection as unabashed and as unwanted as it'd ever been. You shut your eyes, grit your teeth, but it was useless, the kind of last-ditch effort that managed to give away more than total transparency would've. Your firsts curled around the satin sheets, your back arched away from the plush mattress, and he drank it all in, tore it out of you like a precious object or vital organ. You didn’t want him to look at you. You didn’t want him to touch you. You didn’t—

He groaned into your cunt, and you came abruptly, without warning. It was quick, too rushed to really savor, but he seemed to try to nurse you through it, to ease you down and edge you forward until you were panting and twitching and visibly spent. After a moment, he straightened his back, hovered over you for just a fraction of a second too long before slotting his mouth against yours, forcing you into a brief, chaste kiss. You made a half-hearted effort to turn away, but he didn’t let you, catching your chin in one hand and letting the other fall to your waist. His thumb dug into your jaw, and while you couldn’t have genuinely claimed it hurt, you knew there would be a mark, a bruise. You knew that, when you got out of here, you’d still have to live with the evidence that he’d touched you, if only for a few days. If only for the rest of your life.

You heard fabric tear, felt cool air on your skin, and another surge of panic rushed through you, duller than the last but twice as cold. The dress fell away, and you made a scrambled attempt to cling to it, but Licorice clicked his tongue and the chains tightened, drew your arms upward and pulled your body taut. A short, pained sound escaped your throat before you could swallow it down, and as if in apology, he kissed the edge of your collarbone, then the side of your neck. Predictably, the affection did little to comfort you.

“Please.” Begging was useless. You were useless, but this was all you could do. This was all you’d ever been able to do. “No, no, no, Licorice, don’t—”

“Your voice is beautiful.” He wasn’t listening. Of course. You weren’t sure why you still thought he would. “You’re so, so beautiful, and all mine.” He buried his face in the dip of your shoulder, took up your thighs and dragged you into his lap. You could feel something against your entrance – hot and heavy and pulsing – and it took everything inside of you not to put a name to the aggressor. “And I’m never gonna let anyone take you away from me.”

He thrusted upward, into you, and something deep in your chest crack and burst open.

It hurt in a way you weren’t really used to, yet. You’d been injured, before, had your bones broken, your flesh cut open, but this was different, less of a shooting pain and more of a resounding ache in the pit of your stomach, a dull throb somewhere behind your eyes. It didn’t help that he made no effort to be gentle, to let you adjust to the size of his cock, the feeling of him splitting you open. With his face still buried in your chest, he began to move, to fuck into you as his hands found their way to your hips and he edged you downward, further into his lap, until his skin pressed into yours and he was as close as he could possibly be. The proximity was stifling. You felt dizzy, half-suffocated, like there was smoke in the air, water in your lungs. You wanted to collapse. You might’ve, if he’d been kind enough to give you that much space.

“I-It’s so—” His pace was uneven, erratic, violent. There was no rhythm to latch onto, no pattern you could fall into, just the overwhelming warmth of his body against yours and the feeling of his mouth moving against you, pushing little mumbled half-sentences into your skin. Most of it was nothing, gibberish lost on an unwilling audience, but the head of his cock hit something that made you tense up and clench around him and his voice hitched, spiked, rising back into earshot before you could prepare yourself to ignore it. “We’ll be together, and you’ll never have to leave me, and—”

He cut himself off, latching onto your jugular and biting down hard. You cried out, arching into him, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let go, not until he’d broken the skin, not until he could draw back and lap at your throat. You wanted to hate it, to be disgusted by the mix of blood and saliva slowly dripping down your chest and smearing across his, but your self-restraint wavered, your mind betrayed you, and all you could really bring yourself to feel was the steady pulse of his cock inside of your cunt, the scrape of his pelvis against your clit, the smothering heat slowly pooling inside of you and spilling over. You hated it. You hated it, but—

You weren’t sure what you meant to say. Another plea, maybe, or something else, something too desperate to ever let yourself acknowledge. Either way, your mouth was already open, and you were already talking, gasping, unsure of what you wanted to say and unsure if you even cared what came out, anymore. “Licorice—”

You felt his cock twitch inside of you. He didn’t even bother trying to let you finish. “Again. Say it again.”

You didn’t even try to stop yourself. You couldn’t, at that point, couldn’t do anything but lean into him and let it happen. “Licorice,” And again, as his pace sped up, as he groaned into your shoulder. “Licorice, Licorice, Licorice—”

Your vision flashed white, your body went rigid against his, and a moment later, something thick and searing filled you to the brim, Licorice making no attempt to pull out before he reached his climax. Even then, he didn’t move, didn’t let you go, only letting his head roll back, his eyes find yours. He brought up a hand, cupping your cheek, and slowly, almost sweetly, he kissed you, his lips barely brushing against your own.

This time, you couldn’t bring yourself to try and get away.

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