moonlightnyx

[moonlightnyx]

@shadykazama Sun Wukong headcanon talks about him being good with kids which reminded me of this awesome comic about the Monkey King by Chaiko, that has several panels showing Sun Wukong with young monkeys and children

look at the kids climbing on him

I love this panel too, that Sun Wukong must have watched so many mortal children growing up, getting married, having kids themselves and then dying. I imagine the 500 years under the mountain must have been very lonely but also full of heartbreaks too.

he is just so good with kids??? also lol at the monkey kid saying "nah you don't look like the Great Sage"

Here is he teaching them how to make traps and feeding them

I haven't read JTTW yet so I don't know how canon it is, but I would not be surprised if he is good with kids. It seems fitting, he is a big ego and but he cares deeply for his family and friends

[moonlightnyx]

Just in time for the oblivion remaster

[moonlightnyx]

hiii could you please do a john lennon x fem!reader where she’s feeling insecure about her body maybe the press wrote something mean about her looks and she just breaks down and john comes home to find her sobbing saying she’s not pretty enough for him and he’s shocked to find her like that and comforts her with lots of cuddles and kisses. i need more john fluff desperately <3

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍

꒰ pairing ꒱ john lennon x fem! reader

꒰ contains ꒱ body image insecurities, media cruelty

꒰ summary ꒱ the press takes aim at your looks. john comes home to find you in tears. he shows you just how wrong you are.

꒰ note ꒱ hiii angel ♡ yes yes yes my heart aches just thinking about this

You didn’t even mean to read it.

It was just… there. Left open on the kitchen table, probably by one of the boys, or maybe their manager, or some assistant rushing out the door. A tabloid. Garish font. Grinning faces.

And halfway down the page… your name.

Your stomach dropped before your eyes even made it to the line.

“Beatle Lennon’s girl might have the ring, but certainly not the looks... he’s known for being eccentric, after all. One can only assume his taste in women is just as… alternative.”

You didn’t finish the paragraph.

Didn’t have to.

It spiraled from there. In the bathroom mirror, suddenly your chin looked too sharp, or not sharp enough. Your waist not small enough, thighs not thin enough. Everything felt too much or too little. Not pretty. Not worthy. Not enough to be the one John Lennon took home at night, pressed against his chest in the hush of morning.

Your chest began to ache in that low, creeping way, like grief for something not quite gone.

You made it to the bedroom before the sob broke through.

Curled up on the bed like a child, face buried in a pillow, hot tears soaking through the seams. You didn’t hear the front door open.

Didn’t hear his boots click quietly on the hardwood. Didn’t hear the rustle of his coat being shrugged off or the gentle, questioning “Y/n?” from the hallway.

But you felt the bed shift when he sat down beside you.

And then: “Sweetheart…? What’s happened?”

You choked on a breath and buried your face deeper.

He touched your back, soft and tentative, the pads of his fingers brushing up the slope of your spine. “Oi, c’mon now. Look at me, will ya?”

You couldn’t.

Not like this. Not with your face all blotchy and red and your heart aching like someone had scraped out your confidence with a dull spoon.

“I can’t,” you croaked. “Please don’t-just-go. I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine.” His voice was low and even. “You sound heartbroken.”

“I am.”

That made him pause.

Then he shifted, fully, lying behind you now. One arm snuck around your waist, warm and solid, drawing you to him. His lips pressed into the space just behind your ear.

“I don’t get it,” he murmured. “What’s made my girl cry like this?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “I’m not pretty enough for you.”

Silence.

The kind that rings in your ears. The kind that feels dangerous.

He pulled back… not away, just far enough to see you. You risked a glance at his face and saw something raw in his eyes. Not pity. Not confusion.

Just… disbelief.

“Who the hell told you that?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. It was too embarrassing. Too much.

He sat up slightly and gently cupped your face. “I mean it. Who the hell said that?”

You gave a weak shrug and sniffed. “The papers. Said you’re eccentric and I’m plain. That I don’t have ‘the looks.’ Just that you’re… settling, I guess.”

John’s expression twisted... disgusted, then angry, then deeply hurt.

“Oh, fuck off, the lot of them.”

You flinched.

He softened, quick. “Sorry, love. But bloody hell, I’d knock their teeth in if I thought it’d help.”

He bent down, kissed your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then both cheeks.

“You’re the best bit of me day. Every day. I look at you and go all stupid.”

You swallowed hard, voice hoarse. “But you’re... you. You could have anyone. Models. Actresses. Girls who...who look like-”

“I don’t want some bleedin’ doll off telly!” he cut in, not cruel but fierce. “I want you. Want the one who nicked my toast the first time we had breakfast together and didn’t even ask,” he grinned, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

He leaned in closer, his voice now barely more than a breath.

“I want you, and I mean it.”

You felt the tears well again. But different this time.

He kissed the corner of your mouth. “I’m mad about you. You could shave your bloody head and I’d still follow you round like a dog.”

You blinked up at him, surprised.

“Swear it.”

You broke into a soft sob, but he caught it with another kiss, this time to your lips. Longer, deeper. One hand cradling your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek.

When he pulled back, he tucked you into his chest, both arms wrapping around you like a cocoon.

“You’re it for me, y’know that?”

You let yourself cry again, this time into his shirt.

And he just held you.

Rocked you, slowly, like a lullaby.

After a long while, he murmured into your hair:

“They’ll always have summat to say. They say shit about me all the time. Say I’m a right ugly bastard, say I’m a prick, say I’m not as good as Paul. Say I’m this and that.”

You glanced up at him, surprised.

He shrugged. “I hear it all. Load o’ toss. Sometimes I think, yeah… sure, maybe they’re right.”

You blinked.

He met your gaze, serious now. “But then I see you lookin’ at me like I’m worth somethin’. And it all fucks off.”

You clutched his shirt. “You make it quiet for me too.”

“Yeah?” He kissed your forehead. “Then we’re alright, eh? That’s all that matters.”

You nodded.

“And we’re not gonna let some daft gossip column come between that.”

“No.”

“Atta girl.”

He kissed you again. When he finally pulled back, he tucked your hair behind your ear, eyes warm and steady.

“Now. Let’s lie here till morning. And then I’m takin’ you out. Somewhere nice.”

“Won’t the press be there?”

“Let ‘em. They’ll see me looking at you like you hung the moon. Maybe then they’ll get it.”

taglist: @sharksausages, @wavvytin, @wimpyvamps

[moonlightnyx]

Small drabble of MKR Wukong and consensual Predator/Prey kink with female Reader - written in a midnight fever

“Better run as fast as you can, little peach.” Those were the words he spoke to you, beautiful eyes narrowed as he watched your every movement like a predator on the hunt. His lithe form had been coiled up tight with tension, ready to pounce on you in moments. His tail lashing behind him, bare feet clenching and unclenching the stone he crouched on, small fissures forming under the strength of his grip. Your breathing had immediately picked up; anticipation, heat, and a sprinkle of fear mixing into a potent cocktail in your veins, urging you to do as he said. 

He had snarled low in his throat, a rumble that reminded you this was a yaoguai, the Great Sage, Wrecker of the Celestial Palace.

You had been off like an arrow loosened from a taut bow, fleeing through the underbrush like your life depended on it. You could have sworn you heard Wujing yell something after you, but you had been too far and too distracted to really listen.

And now you found yourself in an unfamiliar forest, lungs burning for air, legs aching from muscle fatigue and various cuts from a patch of bramble you ran through. Your robes are loose and barely hanging off your shoulders, sweat coating every inch of you. You spin around in a circle, listening and watching for any hints that he was gaining on you. 

You know in your heart that you can't get away from him, he's probably hiding among the trees and staring at you right now, but you don't intend to give in. He told you to run, you're going to run. Picking a direction you haven't yet, you dart away again, uncaring of the noise you make. If he's watching you already then trying to keep quiet isn't going to help you, but if he's giving you a head start he'll simply follow your scent through the undergrowth and track you down regardless. 

You can't wait. 

The adrenaline racing through you is laced with lust, your core burning with the desire to be filled. Your pussy spasms and clenches on nothing, your underwear already soaked through with slick. Ideas race through your mind of what he'll do when he catches you, his hands pushing and pulling you into place without care as he takes what he wants-

You hear a chittering laugh high above you. You glance over your shoulder even as you keep running only to see Wukong jumping in the trees. His pace is even and measured as he keeps up with you, looking almost bored while you feel like your legs are about to give out. 

With a surprised ‘oof’ you run right into something solid, and you pull back and look up to see Wukong’s smug grin, teeth on full display. You look behind you to see him still in the trees as well, and realize too late that one of them is a clone. Hands reach up to grip your hips, but you wiggle away as fast as you can, spinning on your heel and rushing away once more. His laughter trails behind you, self-assured and confident. 

“You really think you can outrun me? You're so adorable.” You don't look back at him this time, focusing on the wild path in front of you. “I can smell you peach, I could smell that wet cunt from a mile away.”

You blush hard at his words, swallowing your whimpers and pushing through the arousal consuming you. If you can just make it past this next tree you could-

A sudden weight crashes on top of you, pushing you to the ground and knocking the breath from your lungs. Panicked, you push yourself up, clawing at the dirt under you and pulling yourself further. Wukong's laughter echoes around you, his hands pushing you down by your shoulders and his hips sitting perfectly in the small of your back. You squirm and wiggle, desperately trying to throw him off. Feet digging into the ground, bucking your hips into the air, you keep trying to crawl away. He follows your motions, moving back to sit on the meat of your thighs, pinning them below his own weight.

Wukong grabs at the sash around your waist, your struggling making it easier for him to tug the fabric below the curve of your ass, exposing yourself to him. You don't stop moving, even with the feeling of his hard cock pressing against you through his pants.

“Come on-” He hisses, and you know without looking that he's grinning down at you. The hands on your shoulders push you down again before moving up to your scrambling hands, pinning them by the wrist into the dirt. Blood rushes in your ears as you squeal, kicking at him while your pussy spasms with need. He takes one hand off your wrists, and you hear the rustling of fabric as he pushes his pants down, his cock out and leaking precum above you. 

Fuck, you're ready for it, your pussy is completely soaked at the thought of him taking you, right here on the forest floor. His tail wraps tight around your left ankle, his free hand lining up his cock with your entrance and pushing into your slick heat with a growl.

“Fuck yes, there we go-...take it all, such a greedy pussy-” Your jaw drops open in a silent cry as he pushes further into you, your hips pushing back against him as bliss floods you. The hand still pinning your wrists moves, joining the other at the small of your back as Wukong holds himself above you, mounting you from behind and pinning your trembling form with his own weight. You have no chance of escaping now.

You don't want to, you don't even consider crying out for him to stop. Instead, you keen desperately into the grass your cheek is pressed against as pleasure sparks up your spine. His hips pull back from you with a wet sound only to slam back in with a sharp jerk that pushes you forward against the ground. His pace is rough, a biting force that makes your hips ache and the beginnings of bruises appear over your skin. 

“Good-...good girl. Take cock–so fucking good-” Wukong snarls, burying his face into the juncture of your neck. He takes a deep breath, a contrast to the powerful thrusts of his hips as he takes his pleasure from you with no mercy. The angle has the ground digging into your tummy, but you don't care, not when his cock is hitting your g-spot head on and making you see stars with every thrust of his hips. 

Your slick is leaking all over his inner thighs, the fur wet and sticky. Wukong doesn't seem to care, grinding his hips against yours in little circles before sliding away and continuing his punishing pace. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, his name leaving your lips like a mantra just for him. 

“Pl-please-!” You whimper, voice thick with lust as your body is used. 

“Tight! So f-fuck–ing tight!” The heat pooling in your belly is too much, it's too overwhelming, he's going to break you-

You scream your pleasure, back arching and hips grinding desperately against his cock as your orgasm washes over you with no warning. Your toes curl and you shudder hard under his warm hands, his thrusts slowing to a deep, hard grind that draws your orgasm out. You can hear him muttering to himself above you. 

“That's it sweet peach, let it out…f-fuck, keep squeezing me…” You have no choice but to obey, your pussy fluttering and drowning his cock in slick. It's enough for him, and you gasp as liquid heat floods your gummy walls, Wukong's cum is hot and thick and leaves your womb feeling full.

You whine and press your forehead to the ground below you, biting your lower lip as you come down from your high. You can hear Wukong shuddering above you, his choked gasps of pleasure adding to your own as you feel him twitch inside you. 

He slumps over your submissive form, pressing kisses against the column of your neck and behind the shell of your ear. You sigh in bliss at the feeling, angling your head to let him do as he pleases. He nips the shell of your ear, his next words coming out ragged and breathy. 

“Take a few minutes to breathe, little peach. We're just getting started…”

[moonlightnyx]

DO walks in on you when you change your clothes and sees IT. the nip piercings. He's flustered, mortified, torn between "do you need medical attention" and "holy shit you are nakey?!?"... maybe a little "did you do it to yourself? you insane?"

Wukong... yeah he's seen it all. now come here and let's play baby ♥

Nipple Piercings??? Yes!

Hi hello long time no see…..🫠

So! Yes 🤣 DO poor shy peanut that he is, is NOT ready for that first peek. Nope. Never in a million years would it cross his mind that you’d have something like THAT. His body is taking a full “screenshot” and his mind going blue screen, dial up noises 🤣.

Wukong version below with some small HCs NSFW below the cut.

Destined One:

This poor guy is way too shy to outright cross your boundaries over something like watching you undress, while monkey culture dictates a certain amount of openness and so nude bodies aren’t new to him during grooming and washing, most of his kind wearing sometimes little clothing in general depending on individual preferences. His human companion had uprooted that unbothered uncaring mindset he’d previously had. Not that he isn’t interested, oh no he is very interested in his human. Yes HIS human. They’d been the one to awaken a side of him he genuinely wasn’t aware of and that didn’t exist until they came into his life.

So he’s definitely interested and curious, many nights he spends stuck in his thoughts about them and even his dreams are plagued by the shape of their body under the clothes they favor. He’s respectful to a fault though. Never making any unwanted advances or stepping past the threshold of inappropriate with them - (no matter where they are be it courting phase or before).

Walking in on you is entirely an accident and he’s instantly embarrassed and feels guilty about it. If he had the strength he would definitely turn on his heel and profusely apologize later. Unfortunately, he’s weak to you. And his knees grow almost wobbly while his legs root themselves to the floor.

Wide eyed, heart skyrocketing he stares, completely frozen. His whole body having a reaction the sight of your bare skin on display in such a new way, one he thinks heavily about in private. Any freckles, moles, scars, and even the slight goosebumps on your skin doesn’t go unnoticed by his sharp gaze. His mouth goes dry and his face starts to heat up, in face his whole body temp rises and his fur? It ripples across his skin, barely noticeable to the eye but oh does he feel it. Even his tail is frozen, other than the tip which is twitching.

Your tantalizing skin was enough to unmake him. But the glint of metal on your chest is what does him in.

Air? Yeah he didn’t need that. Not with your bare chest giving him more life than he’s ever needed. The little metal, are those bars?, pierced through your pretty nipples causing them to peak up just a little has his jaw falling open slowly, he can’t take his dark eyes off of them. Who in their right mind has metal stabbed through their flesh THERE of all places? That HAD to be painful….right? Do they hurt now? Did someone do mutilate you? Does he need to murder someone? Do you need salve?

A spiral of thoughts runs through his head but the more he stares the hotter he feels. It’s almost like he doesn’t fit in his own skin, a restlessness he’s never experienced pulls at him. Focused eyes catch the instant moment your nipples start to harden under his gaze, making the sight even more fascinating and unconsciously he flicks the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, drool pooling over his tongue as he begins to wonder about your taste.

His gut tightens and he starts to feel much too hot under his protective clothes and armor. His cock js filling out in his pants at the sight of you naked but it’s throbbing at the little gems on your nipples, contrasting with his partial concern about your body. He doesn’t even register that you haven’t tried to cover yourself but his eyes flick up to your face as you shift, fully facing your chest his way.

Sucking in a sharp breath he’s about to apologize, use every ounce of self discipline he has to leave, and seclude himself somewhere that he can grip himself tight and shamefully imagine sucking those little peaks into his mouth and feeling the metal piercing roll and brush against his tongue and teeth. Would tugging on them with his teeth feel good to you? What would they feel like when he pinches them or flicks them with his claws?

“Do you like them?”

The soft tentative question takes him by surprise, he swallows thickly and feels the heat between his legs pulse heavily - his face reddening further and eyes widening as you lift your hands and brush them below your nipples, like your presenting them to him, no…for him.

Does he like them? He was in love with the idea of your nipples a long time ago. Now that he’s seen them? And with those little bars in them? He’s becoming obsessed with them faster than anything else he’s ever enjoyed, curiosity and minor concern a jumbled mess in his head but he’s barely able to think past “How beautiful”.

Once he gathers his courage - you better believe this shy peanut is going to explore your chest. Hands, mouth, even using his tail to tickle them and stimulate them. Destined One might be shy but he is courageous and so very curious about the sounds you’ll make as he explores you and what you taste and feel like. Might definitely be tender and tentative with your piercings until you teach/he learns how you like them played with.

If he just walks in and sees you and that’s the end of it (for now), he’s definitely thinking about what he saw CONSTANTLY. Might be awkward as hell around you and takes a lot of “personal” space to relieve some tension.

Sun Wukong:

The Great Sage has been alive for far too long not to have seen some shit in his life. So nipple piercings? That wouldn’t phase him in the slightest.

The thing that does phase him?

YOU have them.

*If he doesn’t notice from your clothing shifting Wukong is very pleasantly and happily surprised.*

While (in my opinion) he isn’t super sexually charged YOU awoke some dormant instincts in him. Your scent always soothing him while making his mouth water and more often than not warming him in ways he’d made fun of others for in the past when they went stupid over a potential mate or bed partner. He may not be like Zhu Bajie but Wukongs eyes have wandered over your form many many times. Tentatively at first while he got used to his awakened urges but over time he’s more comfortable with them and his eyes drink you in any chance he gets.

No matter if you’re courting or it’s pre getting together Wukong has always remained respectful towards you, never caring himself about his own nudity or that of others - but he always respects your need for privacy. He’s confident and flirts with his intended but consent will always be key for him. While he is hungry to be closer to you he can wait until you’re ready.

He’d had his suspicions about it for a while, having noticed maybe here or there that something was slightly different about your chest - maybe they’d peaked up when you were cold or your clothing shifted just right. Since the first time he thought he glimpsed something Wukong had made it a game for himself, always wondering but never knowing for sure if you’ve got a fun little secret.

The day he accidentally walks in on you while you’re fresh out of a wash and changing is one to remember though. His breath catches and his heart hammers quickly in his chest, attempting to burst out of his rib cage. You’re just as stunning as he’d thought and more so and he’s thankful you don’t have sharp hearing because he can’t stop the soft purr vibrating in his chest. Slightly damp skin on display Wukong imprints the sight of you into his mind with just that single moment. The shiny glints on your chest has his mouth going dry, he’d been right after all. In that instant his mind is flooded with thoughts about them, his cock almost painfully hardens at the overwhelming sight and thoughts - but being as old as he is he immediately glances up to your face, not as struck dumb as a young monkey. Wukong knows he should turn around and walk out, he most definitely doesnt want to but he’s not that much of an asshole as to encroach on your privacy like this. Your expression tells him everything he needs to know though and a slow confident grin grows on his face.

Wukong takes his time, dragging his eyes down your body and when he comes to your nipples his mouth floods. Licking his lips he takes in the way your nipples harden for him and the way the metal bars shine and glint in the soft light. He imagines setting his hands on your hips and sliding his palms up your sides, feeling your warm skin as he climbs his way to your chest and the treasure he can’t wait to play with. The thought of his thumbs rolling over and circling your nipples, the click of the metal against his claws and the image of bend down to suckle one into his mouth has Wukongs breath growing heavier.

He will flick his tongue over his sharp k-9s and smirk confidently at you, tail swishing behind him. beckoning you over and doing exactly what he’d imagined Wukong will be priding himself on finding out just how you like those little gems played with. How rough or soft you like him to tug on them with fingers and teeth, how you sigh and arch into his kisses and when he brushes his lips across your nipples and tastes the piercings. Your moans letting him know exactly what you need and never letting you feel insecure about them for a second.

General Head Canons:

- [ ] 100% Purrs/rumbles while seeing them/playing with them. Goes a little glassy eyed and hyper focus’s on them a lot when they are in sight. He has a bit of an oral fixation so his mouth is always ready to play with your nipple piercings.

- [ ] You flash him and he goes a little stupid and distracted - some basic instinctual monkey sounds, eyes following you (he will follow you too) and his body language is that of a ‘I’m gonna pounce’ predator. So use this power wisely- because while it will stall him and distract, it also gets monkeys engine revved. *I actually have something like this in a fic of mine so look forward to that 🤣*

- [ ] Both monkeys would absolutely get you replacement jewelry for any piercings you have to match THEM and show ownership/partnership. It’s a point of pride for them. (Of course they get you stuff you like) seeing you wear jewelry they got you and especially for them? One happy monkey. So expect some extravagant nipple rings and jewelry. And depending on how kinky you like it, well….he’d definitely add in some fun accessories.

- [ ] As above - accessories, it may be stuff where he can gently tug them like a chain or he add in toys to stimulate even more. Depending on your kink and comfort level.

- [ ] Also, I’d expect that once he knows about them you’re going to be teased. Monkey is cheeky, so purposely brushing against them or his tail flicking them as he walks by, unseen by everyone else but fully felt by you.

- [ ] Since he knows they are there he would definitely stare at them 🤣 watching if your nipples harden or how the raised skin/piercing shifts under clothes.

- [ ] Depending on what you personally like, monkey is all for being soft or rough - since everyone’s sensitivity is different and usually these piercings heighten it he’s fully aware of your reactions. That said - he again may be cheeky and if you’re into it overstim you or throw in some rougher pinches, nips and flicks/tugs. He gets off on surprising you and making you feel the absolute best.

- [ ] Loves the feeling of them in his mouth 💯💯

- [ ] Loves playing with them as he’s fucking you, enjoys the glint of them and making you twitch and squirm.

- [ ] Also loves playing with them as he uses his mouth between your legs, the added stimulation for you fires him up.

- [ ] Likes if you match them to clothing or to what he’s wearing, always wondering which jewelry you have in today.

- [ ] As mentioned earlier has a bit of an oral fixation so I could see him lifting your shirt at night (piercings or not) and kissing/sucking on your nipples before he cuddles with you for sleep. Just enjoys having your nipples in his mouth when he can. Not in a “mommy” way unless you’re into that. (No kink shame here).

- [ ] Also will most cuddle up to you and stick his hands under your shirt and play with them when relaxing - not always in a ‘I wanna have sex’ way but enjoys touching them and playing with your nipples and piercings - same with his mouth.

Overall monkey is in love and will touch them as much s you let him / will convince you to let him have at them 🤣 with your full consent but he’s kinda needy so…

[moonlightnyx]

Was rewatching a documentary on long tailed macaques (which I tend to imagine Wukong is based on), and they show how the alpha male will make this rough throaty sound that means it's time for everyone in the troop to climb up a sleeping tree and turn in for the night. Then I started thinking of Wukong (as I always do) and then…*gestures vaguely*

Can be any Wukong really, I didn’t have a specific one in mind when writing.

The fire crackles and pops in front of you, warming your feet and hands as you unwind from a long day. The trek over the mountain range is a draining one that leaves your feet sore and your lungs burning.

Bai Long Ma is settled down under the shady branches of a tree, his body curled protectively around Tang Monk even as he succumbs to sleep. The deep, even motion of his breathing doesn’t seem to bother Tang Sanzang, his eyes closed and back straight as he counts prayers on his mala. Wujing is propped up against the group's luggage, book in hand as he idly flips the pages. Bajie is curled up not far from the ogre, snoring away without a care in the world, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. You glance over your left shoulder, then your right, searching for the last member of your group. Where could he have-?

A rough chirping noise sounds from above, and you look up to see Wukong crouching in the tree above you, his tail curled around the branch he sits on.

“Oh, there you are-” You begin, only for him to interrupt you with a new sound from his throat. It’s different than the chirps he normally gives when he sees you or when going about the day. It’s a rougher sound, one that starts and ends in his throat, almost like a growl but…doesn’t sound aggressive. You raise an eyebrow, watching him carefully.

Your relationship had only recently changed, longing stares and subtle touches finally recognized and acknowledged. It was still very new territory for you both, and some hidden barriers between culture and language were being tested and explored. In the months you two have been traveling together, he’s never made this sound at you before.

“Everything okay Wukong?” You ask, slowly rising to your feet as you watch him. He mirrors your movements, hopping down from the tree and standing before you, his tail moving in a slow, lazy arc that you’ve come to recognize as relaxed but intent. When Wukong wants something done, he intends for it to be done, even if he has to step in and do it himself.

You just have no idea what he wants you to do.

He doesn’t respond with words, only making that throaty noise again, his eyes darting up and down your body as if to say ‘what are you waiting for?’. You take a guess and step closer, grabbing his hand and smiling at him. Wukong blinks, heat rising to his cheeks that you can see despite the fur. He huffs a quick sigh, rolling his shoulders and turning away from you, tugging your hand behind him. You follow dutifully, trusting him with your safety.

He leads you only a short distance away from camp, the fire still clearly visible between the trees, but with a little more privacy. He stops suddenly at the base of a large camphor tree, and at the base, nestled among the roots is a sleeping spot already prepared. Your bedroll is even here already, propped up with leaves underneath to act as a cushy place to sleep for the night. Wukong undoes his tiger sash from his waist and hangs it over a low hanging branch before settling down on his own bedroll, tucked in right next to yours.

Charmed by the sight, you settle down next to him without complaint. The spot he picked has thick roots on either side to keep any chill in the air at bay, and you know you can rest easy that your companions are safe just a few feet away from you. You give a happy wiggle into your monkey’s warm side, pleased when he wraps his arm around your shoulders. When he tugs you to lay down beside him, you do so without complaint.

You’re face to face with him now, his intense eyes studying you. One of his hands comes up and brushes against your cheek, fingers tracing the curve down to your throat and over the hill of your shoulder, down your arm until his hand reaches yours. You tangle your fingers together, enjoying the warmth of his calloused palm against yours.

“Is this all you wanted? Some alone time?” You whisper to him, smiling in amusement at his silly ways.

He blinks at you for a moment, as if confused. Then his expression changes to one of realization, and he rolls his eyes up as he gives a defeated sigh.

“I haven’t taught you what the sound means yet, have I?” The hand not tangled with yours comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and you giggle at his exasperation.

“No, no I don’t think you did~” You coo. “I was so confused, I didn’t know what you wanted!” 

He joins in on your chuckling, pressing his forehead closer to yours and sharing your breath. You move your legs closer to his, happy when he returns the motion and slots his thigh in between yours. You can feel his opposable toes flexing against your calf muscles and see his tail curl into a comfortable position behind him. He repeats the sound from earlier, the rough not-quite-a-growl noise.

“That sound means bedtime.” He starts. “Monkeys in charge of a family will give that call when it’s time for everyone to climb into the safety of a tree for sleep. When I was…” He pauses for a moment, his eyes looking distant and sad. It’s an expression you’ve seen before, one he always gets when thinking of Mount Huaguo. You press a soft kiss to his lips to bring him back to you in the present.

It works.

“...Back home, when it was time for bed I would give that call. All the monkeys on the mountain, yaoguai or not, would listen. They would climb into Water Curtain Cave and find some place to settle down with friends and family. Regular monkeys preferred the giant trees in the cave, the yaoguais would go into our giant stone palace…” A gentle smile spread across his muzzle, one of his canines peeking out from under his upper lip.

“Not that I had strict rules about sleeping places. Some regular monkeys liked sleeping on the beds and some yaoguais never grew out of the habit of sleeping in the trees. As long as everyone was inside the safety of the cave and sleeping together, that's all that mattered to me.” He gives a small shrug, wrapping his free arm tight around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him. His hand still holding yours moved up so he could press a gentle kiss against the back of yours, his lips soft and warm where they touched you.

“Well,” You breathed, chest feeling heavy with emotion. It always rocked you to your core when he would be vulnerable like this with you, letting you see parts of him no one else had. Some would argue such tenderness didn’t exist in the Great Sage, but you knew better. “I’ll be sure to remember it now. Bedtime and bedtime cuddles for my sweet monkey when he calls for it~”

His face immediately burned at your words, his cheeks bright pink and his eyes looking down at your pressed together bodies instead of your own smiling face.

“S-sure. Just don’t…uhg-come here-!” He pulled your face closer, burying your head in the crook of his neck as he curled his warm body around you. Your giggles were muffled against the soft fabric of his clothes, his smell surrounding you on all sides.

Within minutes you were asleep.

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This made me almost cry like 3 times 🥲

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.” 

“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”

___

…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.

“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”

___

…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.

“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.

“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”

“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”

___

…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”

“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”

“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”

“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”

“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.

The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”

The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.

___

A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.

They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.

___

…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.

The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”

The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”

But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.

“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.

“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”

“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.” 

___

…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”

“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”

___

“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”

“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”

___

…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”

___

…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”

___

…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”

___

“I love you,” said the scorpion.

The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”

“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”

The frog swam on, the both of them silent.

___

“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”

“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”

The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”

“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.” 

“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?” 

“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”

“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”

“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”

___

“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”

___

A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”

“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”  

“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.

The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”

“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”

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the suffering never ends

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Have some of my personal favorite moments from Sam Witwer and Freddie Prinze Jr.’s appearance on Schmoedown Trivia

Highly recommend watching the original hour long full video here

I edited this for tumblr’s five minute limit but the file ended up being too big anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

I think Sam Witwer and Freddie Prinze Jr have been in a couple other trivia videos, so there might be a part two at some point

tagging @insanecreativesecret

discovered this from @its-not-a-pen posting the original

edit: tumblr randomly deleted the caption on this post so apologies for the funky formatting

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Comparative physiology of the Iridonian Zabrak (Zabrakii Vulgaris) and Dathomirian Zabrak (Zabrakii Fatalis) By F. Silvestris, P. Leo, F.S. Cattus, L. Lynx, P. onca

Zabraks are sentient, medium-sized bipedal feliforms native to the outer rim planet of Iridonia. The two extant species the Iridonian Zabrak and Dathomirian Zabrak diverged around 20 million years ago, with speciation continuing after the advent of space-travel. 

Similar to mammals, Zabraks are warm-blooded and have hair (regressed in Dathomrians) but do not lactate, lacking both nipples and mammary glands. The female breast is a result of sexual selection, with fat storage being an indicator of fitness. Infants are born toothless and eat pre-digested food that is regurgitated by adults. 

Dathormirans are obligate carnivores and lack the ability to taste sweet foods. Iridonians are omnivorous and eat small amounts of plant matter. Both species are red colour blind, have sharp canines, and predominantly eat meat, suggesting they diverged from a common carnivorous ancestor.

Dathomirians are crepuscular and sleep up to 12 hours a day, they do most of their hunting at dusk and dawn. Iridonians are diurnal and sleep 7-8 hours a day.

Fossil footprints indicate ancient Zabraks live in packs of up to 10-20 individuals. They are persistence hunters capable of running at moderate speeds over great distances. Modern Dathomrians are able to kill without tools, using their powerful jaws to crush the prey’s windpipe and hold the throat closed until the animal suffocates. This allows them take down animals much larger than themselves. Dathomrians have a hunting success rate of 80% but they are often robbed of their kills by larger animals, such as the Sabre-toothed Fossa.

Zabraks process a sensory ability that is not well-understood by science. Anecdotal evidence show that the Dathomirians are able to coordinate their hunts with incredible precision, locate their prey and avoid predators even when devoid of sight, smell and sound. This ability seems similar to fish electroreception, but the organ responsible has not been identified.* 

In Dathomrians, infants of both sexes are born with disruptive colouration which camouflages them from predators. The female pattern fades with the onset of puberty while males retain their colouration. Males accentuate their naturally-occurring stripes with tattoos, which provides camouflage, tribal identitfiers and aesthetics. ——–

*1 At the time of writing “the Force” was not common knowledge or widely studied. 

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Ever since i found out Toshiro Mifune turned down the role of obi wan my life has not known peace. Im going to pull a goncharov and gaslight as many people as possible into believing Akira Kurosawa did a remake of Hidden Fortress. In space. With wizards. And laser swords.

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Chinese darth maul head cannons

ok so i thought about a chinese version of the Brothers Opress and it's hurting me emotionally. (I haven't seen any of the mandarin dubs yet, i'm putting this out ahead of time to see if the translators agree with me.) Ok so in Chinese there's multiple ways of saying "brother", denoting different levels of closeness and familial bonds, so my headcannon is that Maul goes through ALL of them one by one as his relationship with savage develops.

headcanon Opress Bro's ages: Oldest- Savage 36 yrs Middle - Maul 34 yrs Youngest- Feral 17 yrs

Savage calls Feral 弟 [di] "little brother" Feral calls Savage 哥 [ge] “big brother" at the start.

When Feral is being strangled by Savage, he begs for his life and calls Savage 哥哥 [ge ge] "big brother" it's got childish connotations, e.g. something a kid would say which makes it Uniquely Painful.

After Maul regains his sanity, he insists on being called 师傅 [shi fu] "Master" and refers to Savage as 徒弟 [tu di] “Apprentice", completely rejecting all familial ties. (it's also got a bit of that twisted Journey to the West vibes, but instead of going to India to find Budda and Enlightenment they're going to Mandalor to find Violence and Mental Illness.)

After their near-death experience where Savage gets his arm cut off, Maul refers to Savage as 兄弟 [xiong di] which means "brother" in a comradely sense, e.g what monks call each other, and that's how they introduce themselves to the Deathwatch.

the first time Maul calls Savage 哥哥 "big brother" is when Sidious kills him. From that point on, until the day he dies, Maul only refers to Savage as 哥哥. There's something slightly childish about it which speaks of his unresolved trauma at the hands of sideous, that he was denied something critical to him and he's forever emotionally stunted.

Ok that's enough Pain for one day here's some funny shit:

Had Feral survived and met Maul, he would have to switch to calling Savage 大哥 [da ge] “eldest brother" and Maul 二哥 [er ge] "second eldest brother" . If I wrote CWs, there'd be this hilarious scene where Feral's like "Ai ya, forget about the revenge, intergalactic wars and spider legs. Let's talk about the IMPORTANT stuff! which one of you is older??? because I need to address you correctly, I can't just call you Maul it's RUDE." and then they start counting on their knuckles being all like "hang on are we going by the luna calendar or solar calendar?" BTW here's no "age neutral" way to say brother in chinese and you know it would make Maul EXPLODE if savage slipped up and called him 弟弟 "little brother" instead of 二哥 “second brother “ by accident。

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Holy fucking shit y'all.

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Upon the Throne

Boba Fett x F!Reader x Fennec Shand

Rated E - 3.4k words

Summary: After christening every other room in the Palace, there's one last place for them to make you theirs.

Tags: explicit sexual content, threesome, Throne Fucking, slight brat-taming, light sub/dom dynamics, oral (f receiving), fingering, PiV, teasing, 1 spank, dirty talk, creampie, references to a strap

A/N: Wanted to get a little fic out for TBOBF 💕 I want them to best friends but I also want them to ruin me, you know?

The polished stone is cool and biting against the bare skin of your shoulders as you lean back, your lips parting in a soft gasp as teeth nip the sensitive skin on your inner thigh.

He’s been teasing you, fingers sliding carefully to hoist the silk of your skirt up around your hips - baring you to the heat of the room before he's shouldering between your spread legs.

Warm, curving lips start at the curve of your knee, brushing against your skin as he slowly working his way up to your leg.

Boba keeps his dark eyes on you, observing every crease in your brow, every needy shift in your hips as you urge him for more, anything he will give you.

It feels like he’s miles away from where you need him - where you ache for him - your head tilting back and your eyes fluttering shut as he moves again, tongue lazily swiping along the sensitive crease of your thigh, and this time you can’t hold back the quiet whimper that slides out.

When you’re finally able to wrench your eyes open again they meet another set, her lips curving at the edges as she covers the last few steps to where you’re sprawled out on the Throne - where Boba kneels between your spread thighs.

“Having fun without me?” Fennec casually quips, ascending the steps until her hip is leaning against the right-side arm, and you can’t help but watch the way one of her legs crosses neatly over the other.

Boba takes his moment to distract you, his tongue going flat to lick a stripe up your pussy, and you moan as you clench down around nothing.

His tongue peeks out to run over his lips as he tastes you, pulling back to answer, “Just started. Are you joining us?”

At that, she pushes herself up to sit on the flat bit of stone, leaning towards you as your heart start to best just a little bit faster. Your eyelashes dust your cheeks again as you feel her breath, and then the soft press of her lips against yours, your thighs twitching when Boba’s tongue takes another pass over your pussy.

There’s the softest pressure of fingers under your chin as your head is tiled up, your eyes barely cracking open as her lips leave yours, “What do you think, kitten?”

Words exist somewhere to tell her how you feel - how you want nothing more than to feel her body pressed up against yours - but what comes out is a rough keen, a garbled “fuck, yes” sliding from your throat as the press between your thighs moves up to your clit.

Then there’s another pressure, the tip of a thick finger nudging at your entrance, sinking into your heat as Boba makes a low noise of disapproval, “Manners, ad’ika.”

You needed this, needed him - the finger pressing in deep, retreating so he can work in another one, the stretch welcome as you find your voice.

“Yes, please Fennec.”

Your reward is her sweet mouth on yours again, the feeling of deft fingers sliding between the silk and skin as she finds your breast under the deep cut of your dress - the gentle pinch of fingers around the stuff bud of your nipple.

He had been waiting for Fennec and you both knew it - this had been in the works for weeks now. Every other room or surface in the Palace had already been christened in some sort of way, both together and separately.

You’d been bent over the polished counters of the kitchen, bruises on your hips after Boba thrust into you again and again.

Rolled beneath Fennec under the stars and sky of Tatooine on the balcony, a hand slapped over your mouth so that the people passing by below wouldn’t hear your cries.

What was left was the most important - the sturdy arched throne, the main attraction. And this one was going to be conquered together.

Fingers scramble for balance when first one thigh, and then another, gets hoisted over the broad expanses of Boba’s armored shoulders, his hands coming to cup your ass as he tugs you closer to the edge of the seat.

His head lowers, tongue and then lips making contact with your clit, licking and kissing and sucking, satiating the pounding ache at your core. With each lick his fingers plunge deeper, curling and pressing and drawing out your low, panting breaths.

Fennec’s fingertips circle, and her lips move to press feather-light kisses along your jaw, the hollow under your ear, moving downwards until she’s sucking a bruised mark into the soft skin of your neck.

Between the two of them, they have you close already, the combination of their fingers working you just right, the scrape of Fennec’s teeth on your skin, the pads of Boba’s fingertips curling and dragging against your inner walls almost too much for you to handle.

Her tongue goes flat against the thudding pulse point under your jaw, tasting the way your heart is racing, relishing in how you gasp - your hips bucking against Boba’s mouth for more.

“Are you close, baby?” She croons, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Are you going to scream for him like you do for me?”

She’s baiting him and you all know it, a rough groan coming from Boba as he curls his fingers quicker while his tongue flicks against your clit.

All you can manage is a choked moan, your heels pressing against the armor covering his back as you try to pull him closer. They have you on the edge, needy with want, your breath so tight in your chest that you can barely breathe.

“Go on then, show him.” Her tongue runs along the shell of your ear, and Boba moans when you clamp down around his fingers, “Show him how pretty you are when you cum.”

With another thrust of his hand, the suction of his lips on your clit - he had you coming hard, but Fennec is right there to steal your moans, her tongue darting out between your parted lips, sealing your mouth against hers.

Boba’s mouth pulls back to murmur a “good girl” against your skin as your pussy flutters around his fingers - drawing out the swirling pulses of pleasure until your breath runs out, until you have to pull back from Fennec, your shoulders slumping against the curve of the throne.

Careful hands wrap around calves as he eases your thighs from his shoulders, leaving your legs to dangling uselessly. Boba pushes himself up, moving to lower himself down until he’s standing on the stone floor, between the two carved heads attached to the dais.

“Come on, Princess. Down here.” He pats the spot he just occupied, the shallow stone steps in front of the seat, “Let Fennec have a turn, she’s been waiting so patiently.”

With wobbly limbs you move, not even a third of how graceful Fennec looks as she swings her leg over the stone arm of the throne, lowering herself onto the seat in front of you.

The dress you’re wearing is carefully peeled from you as she moves, Boba working the small zipper down, sliding the straps off your shoulders, letting the fabric drop to the stone below.

His hand splays across your now-bare stomach, sliding up between your ribs, up to your throat as he pulls you back against him, keeping your head in place to watch. Making sure you don’t miss a second as Fennec carefully kicks off her boots, shimmies her pants and small clothes down her legs until they pool at her feet.

Her thighs part for you, your eyes dropping down to where she shines, her folds glistening and ripe under a dark patch of hair, and you’re already aching for a taste.

“You’re going to eat her while I fuck you. Okay, Princess?” Boba’s voice is low and sweet in your ear, and you’re already nodding as his lips brush against the soft skin of your neck, making his own matching mark on the other side.

His hips cant forward, the curve of his clothed cock rocking against the back of your thigh, contrasting with the cold swell of his armor pressing against your back.

“If you want to come, you need to make she she does first.”

“Please,” you manage, your tongue peeking out to swipe over dry lips, watching as her hand drifts down, two fingers gathering up slick as she beckons for you.

“Come here, kitten.”

And you’re scrambling as he lets go, shuffling forward on hard stone, fingers finding purchase on the edge of the seat as your lips part for her.

You suck the taste of her from her fingers, the sweet musky tang of her cunt as they press down against your tongue, a low groan rattling from your throat.

When she lets go you’re ready, already moving forward as she tilts her hips, mouth sealing around her cunt to suck at her folds; to press your tongue against her entrance.

She gives a small moan of approval as you travel upwards, tasting her, running your tongue over her skin as you move to her clit. Fennec is warm and wet beneath your lips, your hands moving to rest on her thighs, holding them apart to keep her open for you.

Behind, Boba is drawing himself out, fingers slipping between your thighs to where your release drips, catching the wet strings to slick up his shaft, groaning low in his throat as his fist wraps around his cock.

“You ready for my cock, ad’ika?” He’s asking behind you, but your mind is long gone as you concentrate on the sweet taste of Fennec’s cunt, the pretty sound of her moan as her thighs shift wider.

“Pussy dumb already?” You catch his words this time, his voice is low and pleased - hands kneading the flesh of your ass, and through the haze you could hear the smile in his tone.

All you can manage is a muffled hum, pressing even more closely to her swollen, puffy lips, wanting to taste her even more.

He waits until your tongue is peeking out to lap at her clit - until Fennec’s breath is hitching, the groan soft and low in her throat before his palms smooth over your ass, spreading you wide to rub the tip of his cock against you.

“I think you’re ready to take my cock.” He murmurs, the swollen head catches on your entrance and you find yourself losing your rhythm.

You moan against her as he just starts to press in, only to withdraw his hips and start over. Thick hands span your waist, fingers sinking into flesh to hold you steady as you try to rock back.

Fennec shoots a glare his way, a furrow of brows that would frighten a lesser man, but he returns the look with one of his own, a flash of teeth as his lips pull into a smirk as he pushes into you.

He splits you open, inch by inch, eyes dropping to watch his thick cock slowly disappearing into the hot channel of your cunt. You’re already clenching around him, moaning openly against Fennec, the sounds muffled and choked as you try to keep your tongue working, to keep her feeling as good as you do.

With a jerk of his hips he fills you, the last couple inches sliding in until he’s pressing as deep as he can go, your back arching with just how good he feels - how they feel - Fennec’s cunt against your lips and her soft moan echoing in your ears.

You think you could stay like this forever, pressed between them, taking care of one while being taken care of by another. Maybe the could switch off, and you could just stay in the middle, perfectly content.

"I can feel your tight cunt choking my cock, princess." Boba seems to be reading you mind, "Don't forget what I told you."

You hadn't, but you also hadn't remembered how easily and quickly they could pull you to the edge.

The swirl of your tongue stops, your mouth pulling just slightly back - Fennec’s groan quickly silenced as your fingers come up to circle her clit, your fingers sliding along slick folds before you drag them down to her entrance.

“Oh yes,” She groans, her back arching with a sigh as one of your fingers sinks into her heat, as your lips return to her clit, “Just like I showed you, sweetheart.”

Your fingers pump, searching carefully for the spot, curling your finger the way she likes it. Moving until her breathing hitches - until you find it, pressing against the spongy spot on her inner wall. Another finger carefully eases in, until you’re thrusting into her, lips around her clit as you suck, her head tilting back as she moans.

Boba begins to move, his cock dragging in and out of you - thoroughly distracting you for a moment at how deep he reaches, how each stroke sends sparks down your spine. Your moan into her cunt, your fingers stilling before you remember how to breath again, how to keep moving.

The room echoes, the wet suck and slap of skin, gasping moans and groans - Fennec’s hand dropping to run over your jaw, your eyes flicking up to gaze into hers as you lick her. You’re a sight - lips and chin slick with her arousal and your own spit, eyes intense as you try to be good - so very good for her.

And she’s gorgeous in your eyes, her chest heaving with her breaths, lips parted with the quiet praise that you just now pick up on.

“Keep going, sweetheart. Just like that, I’m so close.” You can’t look away, her eyes hooded with desire, her hips rocking so she can thrust back against your fingers.

“Make me come.”

You keep up the exact pace, your eyes burning into yours, even as Boba angles you hips to grind his cock against the spot that makes your stomach coil even tigher.

And then she’s there - her back arching as she moans your name, as her heat pulses around you She gushes on your fingers, and you ease them out so your tongue can lap at her, tasting her release as she cums.

Your licks turn lazy, drinking from her until she’s trembling, until fingers carefully come to tilt your face away, and up towards hers. She smiles, a comfortable exhaustion written on her features, a thumb running over your wet lower lip.

“You did so well.” She sighs, her other hand brushing away the strands of hair that fall across her forehead, “Now let us take care of you.”

You moan at her words, as you realize Boba’s been holding back, his thrusts growing rougher and harder now that you’re not distracted. The drag of his cock is delicious, stretching you wide, bumping against as spot that has you keening.

"Fuck, I've thought about this." Boba all but growls, fingers tightening against your hips, pulling you back to meet him, "Taking you here, in every way you can think of."

And you want him to, want them to - you can't say you haven't thought about it yourself. Riding Boba as he sits on his Throne, or Fennec making you suck her strap before she fucks you with it, bending you over the armrest.

With those thoughts, it’s too hard to keep upright, and Fennec lets you slump against her. Your eyes flutter shut as you press your face against her thigh - your eyelashes brushing her soft skin as you gasp. Each rut of his hips sends a spark rushing through your body, the pleasure growing and growing in your core.

Slender fingers are tugging and groping, brushing over the buds of your nipples, coaxing you along as she leans down.

“You gonna come, kitten?” She coos, and you swallow, your breath heavy in your chest as you reach for her, one of her hands coming so she can twine her fingers with yours.

The hand claps down on your ass when you don’t answer, the flash of pain singing in your veins, making you clamp down around the cock rocking in and out of you.

“Answer Fennec, Princess.” Boba groans from behind you, and his fingers are reaching down between you, brushing over slick, wet skin to find the tight bud of your clit, “Are you going to come all over my cock?”

“Yes.” You whimper, and then you’re repeating the word. “Yes, yes, oh god please, yes-”

“Let us hear you.” It’s a command and you obey, your words dissolving into pleading cries as Boba’s fingers make tight circles on your clit, until it’s too much, until you’re tumbling over the edge.

You’re crying out their names as the pleasure hits, until the stars are exploding behind your closed lids, your pussy fluttering around Boba’s cock as his rough thrusts turn into a slow grind. His fingers keep moving, pressing into soft, wet flesh, drawing the pulsing pleasure out until you’re trembling, gasping for breath.

“You did so good,” Fennec soothes, her thumb brushing over the back of your hand, her lips pressing against the side of your head as your back relaxes, as Boba slowly works his pace back up.

Your release dampens your thighs, the loud slap of skin on skin even louder with the wet, messy squelch of your cunt. His thrusts grow longer, his cock sliding almost all the way out before he plunges back in, each movement pushing a gasp of breath from your chest.

Fingers roam over your hips, your waist, moving up to your breasts as his chest flattens against your back, cupping their weight in his hands, coaxing you to thrust back against him again as he rocks against you.

Boba’s breath is growing more and more labored, a deep rumble in his chest as his hips snap forward to press flush against your ass, his length plunging deep as his fingers let go - moving back to sink into the flesh of your hips to guide you.

“Fuck, going to fill you up so good, cyar’ika.” Boba’s groans low in his throat, his thrusts growing sloppy, his thighs tightening in anticipation as you clench down around him.

“Please,” You’re chanting, your breath hot against her skin, her fingers twisting even more tightly around yours.

There’s a mix of mumbled praise and low moans as he reaches his peak on the next thrust - his cock pulsing, the thick ropes of cum spilling into you as he grinds roughly against you.

Hands smooth down your hips, his mouth dropping to press a kiss to your shoulder as you rise up, your hand coming to reach behind for him, cupping the back of his head as his kiss moves to your neck.

Fennec’s leaning forward to claim your lips, humming as her tongue brushes yours, tasting herself on them. Swallowing your sigh as Boba carefully eases out of you with a groan of his own, reaching up to help you down from the dais when the kiss breaks.

You’re sore when you reach down to grab your dress, from kneeling and arching for so long, the silky material cool against your heated skin. By the time you’re done, Fennec is neatly fastening the straps on her boots - Boba had already tucked himself away, the edge of his helmet gripped in his fist.

There’s a low knock across the room, a long beat before they crack open to reveal 8D8 outside, announcing that Boba's guests had arrived.

The room surely smells of sweat and sex, but there’s no other evidence of your tryst, save for the ache between your leg, the warm drip of cum as it slowly works it’s way down your thigh.

Fennec shifts, moving to lean on the side of the throne, Boba taking his spot on the seat. He tugs you onto his lap, perching you onto a thick thigh as he spreads his legs wide.

Warm lips trace your jaw, brushing up to your ear, “Be good for us, and afterwards I’ll show you some of the other things I’ve thought about.”

You’re nodding, already rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.

“Excellent.” His voice raises, and for a moment you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or the droid.

“Send them in.”

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[moonlightnyx]

can you pleaseeee write type of guy for gi hun? bro is underrated in his own show 😔🙏

The Kind Of Guy

Seong Gi-hun

SFW

—Gi-hun is the kind of guy who falls in love with kindness and personality, drawn to the way someone makes him feel seen and understood. It's not about looks or grand gestures for him—it's the little things, the quiet moments that reveal a person’s true heart. He admires how you treat others with warmth and kindness, how your laughter can light up a room, and how your compassion extends even to those who may not deserve it.

He’s captivated by your authenticity, your ability to stay true to yourself in a world that often demands conformity. The way you listen intently when he speaks, offering gentle advice without judgment, leaves a lasting impression on him.

Gi-hun isn’t easily won over by surface-level charm; what matters most to him is how you make him feel—safe, valued, and loved for who he truly is. He would slowly become captivated by you, his love for you deepening as he watches you simply be yourself. There’s something about your genuine nature that pulls him in more with each passing day.

—If Gi-hun was tired from work, he’d be the kind of guy who just wanted to be wrapped up in your warmth. He’d quietly rest his head on your thighs or lap, finding comfort in your presence alone.

Sometimes, he’d drape his entire body over yours, seeking solace in the gentle rise and fall of your breathing. Nothing made him feel more at peace than when your fingers ran through his hair, your soft touch melting away his exhaustion. A tender kiss on his forehead would be the final thing to undo him, leaving him weak and completely at ease.

In those moments, with his worries fading and your arms around him, he’d fall into a deep, contented sleep, feeling safe and loved like never before.

—If life became too overwhelming and you came running to him, Gi-hun would immediately pull you into his arms, holding you tightly as if shielding you from the world. He’d gently pet your hair, his touch soothing and filled with love.

He’d press soft kisses to your temple and wipe away your tears, his fingers carefully brushing your hair out of your face. Looking deeply into your eyes, he’d whisper, “It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’ve got you.” while cupping your face with his hands. And with that, he’d kiss your forehead, grounding you with his warmth and reassurance, making you feel like everything would be alright as long as he was by your side.

—Gi-hun adores when you sit on his lap, the weight of you resting gently against him as if you were meant to be there. He looks up at you with a soft, almost reverent gaze, as if trying to memorize every detail of the moment—your eyes, the curve of your smile, the way your presence seems to calm his restless heart.

His hands find their way to your waist or thighs, a subtle gesture of possessiveness mixed with tenderness, as he pulls you in a little closer, savoring the closeness. He doesn’t need words in moments like these; just the warmth of your body against his and the quiet intimacy between you two is enough. He knows he’s exactly where he’s meant to be, holding the one person who makes everything feel right.

—If he had the means, he’d spoil you with everything you could ever dream of. No wish would be too small or too big; if it made you happy, he’d make sure you had it. Whether it’s a simple treat or an extravagant gift, nothing would stop him from seeing that smile on your face, because making you happy is his greatest joy.

—His age might be a little older, but not by too much—just enough for him to carry that sense of maturity and wisdom that comes with experience. He would treat you right in every way, with a gentleness that made you feel cherished. Whether it was peeling oranges for you, slicing apples with care, or making sure you felt like royalty, he'd always go the extra mile to make you feel special. He would treat you like a princess, and in turn, you'd feel like a queen in his presence.

—So imagine being in his arms, both of you just there—naked not in body but in the vulnerability of the moment. There’s no rush, no need for anything more, just the simple act of caressing each other, feeling the warmth of your skin against his while soft whispers will fill the space between you. He craves the connection that goes beyond desire, cherishing your raw presence, the way you make him feel whole just by being near him. The simplicity of it all, the quiet affection, would be enough to fill both your hearts.

—If you drift off to sleep on the couch, he would gently lift you in his arms, carrying you upstairs to your bed. With tender care, he'd lay you down and tuck you in snugly beneath a warm blanket, making sure you’re comfortable before quietly leaving the room.

—If you were feeling down, he’d do everything he could to lift your spirits. He’d grab a silly mask, crack a joke, or pull a funny face just to see you smile. When he asked what was wrong and you shared your worries, he’d pull you into a warm embrace, holding you close as he whispered nothing but reassuring words into your ears.

He's the kind of guy who justs wants is to be next to you—your hands locked together, your legs comfortably tangled. He wants your face nestled in his neck, the rhythm of your breathing the only sound in the quiet room.

He wants to feel you stir, mumbling, “I’m so tired,” so he can softly whisper, “Go back to sleep,” holding you closer as you drift off again.

He dreams of those peaceful early mornings, lying beside you in the stillness, maybe reading a book while you rest. Or maybe just running his fingers gently through your hair, watching over you as a soft smile tugs at his lips, feeling like the luckiest person in the world.

—He would, will, and IS going to love you bare and raw—unfiltered and unapologetic, accepting every part of you. No pretenses, no facades, just the real, unpolished version of who you are. He would love you with the same vulnerability, never asking you to hide any part of yourself.

In his arms, you’d feel like you could be completely yourself, exposed and imperfect, but cherished all the same. His love would be unconditional, free from judgment, because in his eyes, you are perfect just as you are.

—If he saw you joining the game with him, absolute terror would wash over him. The moment his eyes locked with yours, knowing you'd willingly entered a nightmare he had already endured, his heart would race in panic. He’d grab your shoulders, eyes wide with fear, demanding, “Why are you here?!” His voice would crack, trying to make sense of it all, his only concern now being to get you out of this mess.

He’d scold you, his tone harsh with worry, “What were you thinking!? This isn’t just a game!” His words would come from a place of raw fear, a desperate attempt to push you away from the danger that loomed. His fear would intensify, each second passing a terrifying reminder of what this game could cost.

He would do anything—anything at all—to get you out of there. The thought of losing you, of seeing you hurt, would tear him apart. He couldn’t lose you; he just couldn’t. A part of him would feel like it was slipping away, that his very soul was in jeopardy. His heart would be racing, consumed by the fear of a future without you. No, no—he couldn’t lose you. He would be scared in ways he never knew he could be, completely helpless, yet still trying to protect you at all costs.

—If Gi Hun had a crush on you, he’d be a mess trying to hide it. He’d stutter a little over his words, his sentences barely making sense as he tried to keep his composure. When he was around you, he’d find it impossible to focus, his mind racing in a million directions. He’d try his best to play it cool, but his nervousness would be all too obvious. The way his cheeks would flush, the small awkward laughs, and the way he couldn’t meet your eyes for too long would give him away.

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t handle being around you without his feelings spilling out. His every attempt to act casual would fail, and deep down, he’d be embarrassed, but he couldn’t help it. You had him completely flustered, and no matter how much he tried to hide it, he’d always end up wearing his heart on his sleeve.

—When faced with dangerous people, he would immediately step in front of you, positioning himself as a shield. His instincts would be to protect you at all costs, and he’d put himself between you and any threat, no hesitation in his movements. He would hide you behind his back, ensuring that you were out of harm’s way, his body acting as the barrier to keep you safe.

—When Gi Hun confesses to you, it would be a heartfelt moment that he’s carefully planned out, even if his nerves are getting the best of him. He’d send you a text or a letter asking you to meet him at a specific place, and when you arrived, you’d find him standing there, waiting for you. His eyes would light up as soon as he saw you, a spark of excitement and love shining through, though he’d be hiding something behind his back, his nervousness mixed with anticipation.

He’d take a deep breath before speaking, his voice filled with sincerity as he gave you a long, heartfelt explanation. He’d tell you why he likes you, why he fell in love with you—how your kindness, your smile, the way you light up his world, all made him realize just how much you meant to him. It would be a genuine, vulnerable confession, his emotions raw and unfiltered.

Finally, after pouring his heart out, he’d take a step closer to you, holding out the things you love—small tokens of thoughtfulness, gestures that show how much he’s paying attention to the little things about you. With a nervous yet hopeful look, he’d finally ask you out if you want to be his.

You’d be standing there, overwhelmed by his honesty and the sweetness of the moment, in awe and shock, but without a doubt, your heart would race as you say “Yes.”

—He’s the kind of guy who’ll wander into the kitchen just to be close to you. He’d wrap his arms around you from behind, pressing his face into the curve of your neck to breathe in your scent, his embrace warm and unyielding. He’d nuzzle you gently, turning you around to face him with that look in his eyes—hungry, not just for food, but for you.

Even as soap dripped from your hands, he wouldn’t care. He’d guide your hands to his hair, leaning into your touch, and silently begging for your kiss. In his world, no moment was too mundane for intimacy; even standing in the kitchen, you were the center of his hunger, his affection, his everything.

NSFW

—Steamy shower sex is one of Jun Ho's absolute favorites, and he revels in every moment of it with you. Water drips down your skin, warm and relentless, as your bodies collide with a fervor that borders on desperate. The heat between you burns hotter than the steam surrounding you, and Gi Hun pulls you closer, his chest pressed firmly against yours.

Your back meets the cold tiles with a sharp gasp, the chill a perfect contrast to the fire coursing through your veins. Your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him in place as if the space between you could ever be enough. Your arms drape over his shoulders, hands buried in his damp hair, tugging gently, urging him closer still.

His hands are everywhere, tracing your curves, memorizing your body like a sacred scripture he’s afraid to forget. His lips would come crashing into yours, urgent and consuming, tasting every part of you he can claim.

—He loves the feeling of your bare skin against his, the intimacy of having you completely, utterly his. Every curve, every line of your body only deepens his admiration, leaving him in awe of the woman he’s so lucky to call his. As he moves with you, his hands trace your face with reverence, his eyes locked on yours, drinking in every expression, every breath, every sound, and every moan you make.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice heavy with a mix of passion and disbelief, “you’re so beautiful baby, my beautiful wife.” His gaze lingered on you with an intensity that spoke of his love, each moment deepening as he continued to hit your sweet spot. Then, drawing closer, he leaned in to taste you once more, savoring every sensation.

—In bed, Gi hun would never resort to calling you derogatory names like 'slut' or 'whore.' That’s just not the kind of man he is, and you are not that type of woman. Instead, he showers you with sweet pet names—'sweetheart,' 'princess,' 'baby' 'angel'— and praises you as he makes love to you.

—Gi-hun wouldn't even realize he had a kink until you whispered how good he was at making you feel pleasure. Each word dripped with desire, and the happiness washing over him was palpable—every “good boy” igniting something deep within.

“Such a good boy for me, baby haa-fuck, making me feel so good,” you moaned, arching your back. Your nails clawed at his back, the sensation driving him wild, making him groan deeply.

His ego swelled with each sound you made, compelling him to thrust harder, faster, hungry for your praise. “I want to hear you say it again,” he said, his voice laced with desperation as he struggled to maintain control. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

“Hngg—you’re doing so well for me baby, haah—such a good boy, my good boy.” Your encouragement spurred him on, each thrust becoming more erratic. He focused on the visceral connection at the junction of your bodies, the creamy ring around him and the warm, slick remnants pooling onto the sheets—the evidence of your shared ecstasy driving him towards the edge once more.

“I can’t... Fuck I can’t hold back,” he stammered, the need to please you overwhelming his senses. “You’re so tight baby—you feel so good.. so fucking perfect for me.”

Profanities spilled from his lips as he fell into a primal rhythm, slamming into you from behind. The room filled with the symphony of loud squelches and the creaking of the bed under the force of his fervent thrusts.

“i love you s'much keep fucking me like that baby,” you urged, your breath ragged. His sensitivity heightened with every flutter of your walls around him, his vision blurring as black spots danced in and out of focus. A strangled moan caught in his throat as he found his release, filling you completely with his cum, the warmth spilling inside like melted marshmallows, soft and indulgent.

"haa..fuck—you feel so good baby, ’so good.” he breathed out as he rode out his climax. His arms trembling, feeling you milk every last drop from him, as he collapsed onto you, a huff escaping his lips, “Did I do good baby?”

"Mhm, You did such a good job love." a wide smile formed on his lips.

—If you take him into your mouth, he can’t help but moan loudly, lost in the intoxicating warmth of your lips and tongue. Each flick and swirl drives him wild, and he sputters curses in pure pleasure, praising how good you make him feel and how perfectly your mouth envelops him

—He’s the type of guy who fears hurting you at first, but once you tell him it’s okay, he starts off slow and gentle, relishing the feel of your dripping wet pussy around him. But as he gets lost in the thrill, his aggression takes over, and he’s pounding into you with a rougher, relentless pace, turning you into a moaning, writhing mess beneath him.

[moonlightnyx]

4000cc breast implants :)