#catsnkooks | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

maybege · 24 days ago

Text

His Princess

Summary: You get proposed to in public and get help from someone unexpected.

Pairing: mafia boss!Boba Fett x mafia princess!Reader

Wordcount: 2.4k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Mafia AU (and a very romanticized and inaccurate depiction of the reality of mafia life, I imagine), older man/younger woman, age gap, alcohol consumption, yearning, flirting, talks of arranged marriage

This is was written in the last like 2-ish hours. This is all @catsnkooks fault, really.

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

By now, you should be used to the intricacies of going out for family dinners. After all, you had grown up with the rituals of your mother panicking about what to wear, and your aunts and cousins hanging out at your house for a long brunch before everybody got together at a restaurant owned by the family. And with family, you did not necessarily mean the blood-related one.

This was everything you had known for your entire life.

Something was different this time, though.

“I swear on my Blahniks if you don’t stop fidgeting, I will have your father drive you back home,” your mother hissed on the way to the dinner and you forced yourself to sit still.

“Sorry,” you muttered, trying to keep your hands from smoothing over the light fabric of your dress. It was the one you had worn to Tiffany’s wedding just last month and it had taken lots of convincing to let your mother wear it again so soon after. It was white with lace trimmings on the edge and a beautifully tailored waist that made the fabric smooth over your curves.

Maybe he would notice it too.

Boba Fett was a busy man, as your father was sure to reiterate every time your mother wanted to invite him over for dinner. Leading an entire mafia clan was busy work and Boba Fett took his job very seriously.

That did not mean that you never got to see him though. The notoriously elusive man had taken up a prominent position in your life (and your daydreams) these past weeks and now you found yourself hoping he would take up a prominent position this evening as well.

There had been that dance you had shared at the weddings. The flower he had sent afterwards. Or that time that your parents had set you up on a date with Matt and he had behaved horribly before leaving you high and dry at a family-owned restaurant before Boba Fett had sat down opposite you, keeping light conversation and covering the bill before sending you home in one of his cars.

Yes, it was safe to say that the older man had piqued your interest in a way few men had before him and now, at the one event that everybody was obligated to attend, you were excited to meet him again. Your mother always

Your goals for the evening were pretty straightforward: Keep a low profile, keep your mother happy and avoid any and all questions about your parents’ marriage plans for you. Your hopes for the night were a little bit different and included such hopelessly romantic things as: share a dance with Boba, talk to Boba without being flustered or – if all else failed – just try not to make a fool of yourself in front of him.

Luckily for you, the last point seemed to be easy to take care of. By the time you were led into the large dining room, most guests were already seated at the long table, making idle conversation as the waiters served drinks and appetizers.

Boba was already sitting in place at the head of the table, turned towards one of his advisors in conversation. It was not your place to approach and greet him, so you settled on watching him from afar. He was wearing a suit, perfectly tailored to fit his broad frame and the sight of the thick cigar he held between his fingers got a reaction out of you that previously only books you hid from the maids had evoked.

You accepted a flute of champagne with a smile of thanks and watched as your father approached his boss. It was futile to try and hear what was said but you watched as your father and Boba made short conversation, as your father pointed in your direction and Boba’s gaze followed. Maybe it was wishful thinking but you would bet your mother’s Blahniks that his eyes dipped below your face, recognizing the dress you had worn not too long ago.

Your father made his way back to you but Boba still held your gaze and you swallowed, feeling like a deer in headlights. You wanted to smile, or wink, or do something to show him you were up. But your body refused to move. It was Boba, then, who moved first. He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he moved the cigar towards his mouth. You could but he was still watching you, a knowing look in his eyes as if he knew you were clenching your thighs under the table.

What followed was the kind of three-course dinner you were used to. The food was fabulous, the drinks were flowing and you made polite conversation with the guests seated next and opposite you. Tiffany was seated a few seats over, unfortunately, with her new husband and you missed your usual companion. But at least it meant you could catch up on the gossip at the next brunch you had already scheduled.

The sound of a spoon hitting the glass led the conversation to die down. You took another bite of the bruschetta and watched as Matt stood up. He looked different today, you noticed, his hair was and there was sweat beading on his brow. In this room full of, he looked like he was about to pass out. And yet, he still managed to put on that slimy smile for his audience.

“Everyone, I am so happy we find ourselves together today because I have an announcement to make.” The smug smile on your mother’s face set off the alarm bells first and that was even before he mentioned your father’s name. “As you all know, we have worked closely together for years now – our shared family history can be traced back decades. And so, it only makes sense that, today, I can share with you the happiness of asking his daughter to be my wife,” for the first time this evening, he looked straight at you, no love in his eyes, “If you’ll have me, that’s is,”

The Aww that everybody let out was drowned out by the sound of your thumping heartbeat in your ears. Had your hands been clammy before, they were now positively sweaty and you clenched them around the white linen napkin. Your breathing got uneven as your brain sped through everything that just happened. Was this a joke? But if it were a joke, he wouldn’t do it in front of the general assembly. And he was still looking at you, not seeming worried at all. Why wasn’t he worried?

He had been the one to leave during your date, he had been the one to mock your taste in romance novels, your taste in clothing, your taste in everything, really. And he had been rude to the servers, too. In fact, the only good thing about the one date with Matt had been the one man who had saved you from crying alone in a restaurant with no way to pay the bill.

Your eyes flitted to the head of the table. As always, Boba Fett’s face was unreadable. He had leant back in his chair, his hand around a crystal glass of what you presumed to be Scotch. You couldn’t tell if he was surprised or not. Had he known about this? Had he signed off on this? Somehow, that made your heart clench even more than the attention everybody was paying you.

Beside you, your mother bumped her knees into yours. “Answer him, darling,” she whispered and you did not need to look at her to know she was this close to losing her mind in public.

Answer him.

She knew. She must have known. Stars, how could she have agreed to this?

There was not even a moment of hesitation until you knew that you did not want to marry him. Hell, you barely knew him and what little you had gotten to know of him did not work in his favour. But were you really in a position to say no now? In front of everyone? In front of your parents who had most likely arranged the whole thing?

More and more and you felt like you were about to throw up the delicious bruschetta the chefs had prepared for you. How embarrassing that would be. You would have ruined the dinner for everyone and you probably still would have to marry that poor excuse of a man.

A deep chuckle interrupted your musing and you were not the only one to turn your attention to the man in charge of everything.

“That,” Boba Fett said lazily, “was the stipend thing I’ve ever heard.”

You couldn’t agree more and yet you wondered why he thought that way.

“I am sure we will find a good match for you, son, but that’s not it,” he continued, his voice careful but ungiving, “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Matt looked properly nervous now. As did everyone else at the table. You could see some of them giving each other questioning glances. “Of course, sir,” Matt stuttered out, still standing with the glass in hand, “Y-you’re right, of course.”

“Good,” Boba shifted, his eyes meeting yours directly, “Then I say it’s time for dessert.”

When the tiramisu was carried to each seat, you were 60% sure that the wink the older man threw you was not a product of your imagination.

Normally, you hated that time after dinner that was designated for – in your mother’s words – mingling and you often wished that you could leave earlier. Spending the night curled up in bed with a good book seemed much more relaxing than trying to navigate the same twenty-five conversations full of small talk.

But the one evening where your parents were eager to leave directly after dinner was the one evening where you actually wanted to stay. At least until you could have a much-needed conversation.

“Leaving so early?” Boba Fett’s voice made your parents stop dead in the tracks.

“You know how it is,” your father replied, looking much more controlled than your mother. You were sure she was about to lose her mind in the car, going off into one of her rants about how difficult it was to find a good match for you and how all her hard work was undone in just two sentences.

The older man looked between the three of you, his eyes lingering on where your hands were fidgeting in front of your middle. Immediately, you let them fall to your sides. He did not need to know how nervous you were.

“Drive safe,” he said instead, nodding to your father.

Your parents took that as their cue to leave but you found yourself still standing in front of him. Boba Fett was a big man. Sturdy. Gruff. Intimidating to almost everyone who met him and you were no exception. Still, there was this inherent sense of safety you had when you were around him. Like even your parents could not be angry with you if you stayed behind to talk because it was him.

The man who held all the power.

“Thank you,” you murmured, highly away that Mrs Darrhun, Tiffany’s mother, was standing just two steps behind you, ready to report everything she heard back to the network of mafia wives.

“Don’t thank me, little one,” he stated, “I’m afraid I did it for a very selfish reason.”

Your brows furrowed and you wondered if you could ask him what he meant by it. But maybe the answer would not be what you hoped for.

“I guess this is goodbye,” you said instead, internally kicking yourself for saying something so obvious.

“It seems it is,” he replied, taking a step closer. His scent washed over you and you did not know whether you wanted to close your eyes or keep looking into his dark ones. “May I give you a proper goodbye?”

Before you could ask what a proper goodbye was, a thick arm was hooked around your waist. Your gasp was quiet but he was close enough that he could hear. He was close enough that you could feel the heat of his body and you watched with baited breath and a racing heart as he lifted your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your palm.

The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed you. You were convinced that no one. Sure, you had had a few make-out sessions here and there but nothing came close to the feeling of his warm mouth on the sensitive skin of your palm, his eyes never leaving yours. His hand was so big around yours, yet so gentle, and you wanted to stay like this forever. Forgotten were the dozens of people around you. Though, sadly, not for long.

“Come on, honey, the car is waiting!” your mother called from somewhere behind you and you swallowed. Your heart raced as you tried to keep the panic at bay when he slowly stepped away from you, letting your hand go after giving it a gentle squeeze. You barely had a chance to talk to him!

“When will I see you again?” you blurted out, eyes wide at how obvious you were being. Stars, Tiffany would laugh at how overt you were with your affections. Flirting is an art, she always said, it’s a game, and you cannot let anyone see your cards.

Boba Fett did not seem like a man who made it a habit of playing with open cards. You, on the other, were sure you had just shown him your entire set. The question was just if you minded it.

“Do you want to see me again, princess?” he rumbled, his eyes roaming over your body, making you shift, “I just interfered with you getting a husband after all.”

This was it. This was your moment to be brave, courageous, flirty, all those things you admired about your best friend.

“Well, of course, I’d want to see my future husband again.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, so did the air leave your lungs. You were in limbo, breathlessly waiting with wide eyes, if the man would laugh you out of the house. Stars, he really might. That would put this officially at the top of your list of worst evenings in your life so far.

The corner of his mouth quirked up and relief filled your body. At least he wasn’t offended, that was good. And then you watched as his mouth formed into a full grin and there was and you had never seen anything so beautiful.

“Well, who am I to keep my princess from her husband, hm?”

#maybege writes #boba fett x reader #mafia boss!boba vibes

104 notes · View notes

undercover-smutlover · 1 year ago

Text

Captain John Price...🏷️

main masterlist📌

*·˚Don’t forget to reblog, follow, like, and comment on the authors’ or artists’ pages. Show them some love!

*·˚Broken link or @? Pop a note in the comments or my ask box.

Works by @miniwheat77

Sweet: Price is harsh on y/n until a mission goes sideways

Sensitive: The only person reader can confide in is her captain

Maneater + Gaz: Reader is a mechanic on base who takes a break with the boys

Give ’em hell Pt.1: Reader and Price are exposed to a weird chemical

Give ’em hell Pt.2: Repercussions of the weird chemical

Red Lipstick: Reader and Price keep one another company

Works by @captainfern

Lake Of Fire: Price isn’t happy about working with another team

Heart-Shaped Box Pt.1: You help Price feel better

Serve the Servants P.2 + Ghost: The aftermath involving Ghost

Breed: You and Price meet up off base

Marigold Pt.1: Price asks you to meet him upstairs

Marigold Pt.2: Crying becaouse you missed him

Unhappily-Married!Price x Nanny!Reader Pt.1 and Pt.2

Works by @halcyone-of-the-sea

Songs That Sound Like Sea-Foam: Fisherman Price meets an unexpected person

Our Remains: You are hiding something big from John

Lions and Ibexes: Your voice cuts through and John’s shoulders sag under a non-existent weight.

See No Evil Pt.1 and Origami Boats Pt.2: But you’d been hurt because he had been too late. Nearly bled out.

I’ll Take the Night Shift: It doesn’t matter what I feel…Where is my John?

Works by @xyziiix

ARDOUR: He could already hear the pleading edge in your voice

Three Is A Crowd: Well your Captain always liked proving you wrong

Works by @the-californicationist

He Opens the Mail and Part 2: It was hard to concentrate when he was nearby.

Wonderland: He chuckled, and you enjoyed seeing his eyes shine with his laughter

Works by @charliemwrites

(Re)organized Crime: In general, you’re like a breath of fresh air. A smiley little charm of colour and delicacy in his world

Squeak 'Em If You Got 'Em

Works by @fireya-x

Champagne Dreams

When Lilacs Bloom

The Wolf and The Nightingale

Price Eating You Out by @catsnkooks: Too blissed out to notice a guest

Civillian Reader Is Hurt by @lvlyghost: She believed he would save her. And that was enough

Jealous by @stormiwaves: “I like it when you’re jealous”

Angel of Small Death Pt.1 by @whynot-tryit: Price hires a team medic

Not Meant to Be Here, But Glad You Are by @paranoid-borderline-insane: You need to remember all the tips John gave you to survive

Breaking and Entering Pt.1 and Reprieve Pt.2 by @sprout-fics: No place safer in the world than with him

Doll by @blingblong55: It started as innocent stares

No Hero, Just Me by @firsttimewriter92: Price rescues reader from an abduction

Duty Over Heart by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world: Your lives were forever changed afterwards

Million Dollar Man by @qilinxingg: John gave a satisfied smile as his arms tightened around your small body

Price’s Young Housewife by @moongreenlight: Weekly manicures and pedicures that he’s put his card on file for

My Girls by @bearieio: happy just being able to share moments with your 3 favorite people

Hell on Earth by @ghostlywhiskey: His demeanor and lack of response to your attitude caught you off guard

Designer Dress by @halfmoth-halfman: You can’t think of a better place to start your new life

I Think I Might’ve Inhaled You by @agentmarvel: It eats at him daily, knowing his own indecisiveness is the root of anguish for both of you

Nobody Does It Like You Do by @bunnyreaper: In his embrace, firm and reassuring, you might actually believe him

Spread Your Wings by @crashandlivewrites: “Besides, I find my scene partner enjoys it more when there’s a lot more sensual physical contact involved.”

A Warm Heart by @flowermiist: That clicks in John’s head, it really was you and he was almost amused to say the least.

Soulmate AU Part 1 and Part 2 by @shotmrmiller: your vision distorts with the tears that threaten to spill and bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

To The Flame Pt. 1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Pt.8, Moving Day, Afternoon Coffee, Seeing Shadows, A Drink From Her Cup: by @lunarvicar

Dangerous Pursuit by @gloomwitchwrites: The two of you will either close the distance or end this entanglement in blood.

The Prowl by @cordeliawhohung

Elephant in the Room Pt.1, Pt.2 by @penelopepine

Mafia!Price Pt.1, Pt.2 by @lovemebutleavemewild

Blowing off Steam by @yeyinde

New Pen Pal by @sherriesherbet

Call me Captain, Captain by @highlandhour

Price’s Assistant Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3 by @angel-eyes-and-devil-hearts

The Favourite by @inkbybambi

Don’t Poke The Bear by @sirenmoth

Didn’t Have Time by @highlandhour

She’s With Me by @evermoreal

Business Call by @evilgwrl

Captain's Good Girl by @uhohdad

John Price and The Girl Next Door by @eowynstwin

Price x New Assistant by @sunni-stuff

“I’m Tired.” by @tojisun

Humor Me (Even When it’s Ruining Me) by @pricegouge

Surprise Pt.1 and Pt.2 by @yourloverslost

Soccer Coach John by @i-love-you-just-the-same

Dollhouse by @lay-z

Dividers by @cafekitsune

#undercover-smutlover #call of duty #modern warfare #cod smut #task force 141 #captain #captain price #john price #captain john price #favorite fics #fic recs #fluff #slow burn #smut #angst #x reader

472 notes · View notes

codywanweekspotlight · 27 days ago

Text

Weekly Spotlight

✨Art

@purplelapislazuli // Art // domestic // 2021

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

@yellowisharo // Art // handholding // 2022

Link: Tumblr

----

@zyphnn // Art // the force // 2022

Link: Tumblr

----

@zyphnn // Art // meet as kids/ young obi-wan and cody/ padawan obi-wan and captain cody // 2024

Link: Tumblr

----

@sunflowersinheaven // Art // first kiss/last kiss // 2022

Link: Tumblr

----

@gateway-artist // Art // keldabe kiss // 2021

Link: Tumblr

----

@autumnalfallingleaves // Art // “i love you like the sun” // 2024

Link: Tumblr

----

@zyphnn // Art // morning // 2022

Link: Tumblr

----

@treescantjump // Art // morning after // 2021

Link: Tumblr

----

@purplelapislazuli // Art // keldabe kiss // 2021

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

✨Fics

@wrennette // Fic // love languages // 2022

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

@ouzoa11-writes // Fic // only one bed // 2022

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

@buckytheboss // Fic // au // 2021

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

@glimmerglanger // Fic // fantasy // 2020

Link: Tumblr

----

@burningallofmybridges // Fic // tatooine husbands & little brothers & trading weapons // 2023

Link: AO3

----

@ankahikoibaat // Fic // armor // 2021

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

@buckytheboss // Fic // undercover/undercover as a couple // 2021

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

@catsnkooks // Fic // undercover/undercover as a couple // 2021

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

@kotemf // Fic // soulmate au / after the war / take me instead/ saving each other // 2024

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

@nimue44 // Fic // growth/healing // 2022

Links: Tumblr and AO3

----

✨Please give our creators a reblog and a comment!

#codywan weekly spotlight #codywan #codywan art #codywan fic #weekly spotlight #codywan fic recs

24 notes · View notes

tailorvizsla · 2 years ago

Note

babes i’d go to medical school to fill it up with all sorts of thoughts just so that man could fuck ‘em all out

ok another COD thot this time about daddy price: ok so we know i have daddy issues and he just HITS THE SPOT like ugh....the beard....the voice....everything. i want this man to call me his babygirl while he fucks all the thoughts out of my head. plz sir its all i ask for

kooks...

i don't have daddy issues and that still hits the spot holy shitttttt

i just...

babygirl ugh i wantttttt

i wanna be the literal definition of head empty no thoughts plsssss

this honestly sounds like a literal dream pls and thank you i'll take two

#bitchin-beskar #catsnkooks

10 notes · View notes

pinkiemme · 2 years ago

Text

Neck kisses requested by @catsnkooks 💋

#emmeart #captain Rex #commander cody #western au

391 notes · View notes

djk-creations · 1 year ago

Text

Howdy, Partner!🤠✨

Team #4 for the CodyWan Reverse Bang! This year I had the great pleasure of working together with two lovely authors, namely @tyedyeboogers and @catsnkooks! Definitely check out their works for some sweet space-western fun ^^ Also a big thank you to the mods from the @codywanreversebang for organizing this event once again!

[Art with Image ID on Ao3]

#codywan reverse bang #codywan reverse bang 2023 #codywan fanart #fanart #my art #codywan #obi wan kenobi fanart #commander cody fanart #ten bucks to the person able to tell which anime i binged right before deciding to draw this #should be pretty obvious lmao

206 notes · View notes

ghostofskywalker · 2 years ago

Text

inspired by the others who have put together rec lists for all fandoms, i wanted to do one of my own, and since my current obsession is all things clones, it just felt really fitting for that to be the topic!

none of these recs contain anything smutty (friendly neighborhood asexual here!) i know personally it's always hard to find fics through rec posts because 99% of the fics on those lists are explicit, so i wanted to do something to try to help others who are either also ace or just may not want to read smut all the time. however, if you're a minor, make sure to check each blog's guidelines before you follow them, as many authors do not allow people under 18 on their pages.

key:

a 🐝 means the link is for tumblr

a 🦋 means the link is for ao3

a 💐 means the fic is a personal favorite of mine (i picked 2)

for ao3 links i tried my best to see if the author was on tumblr to tag them but i wasn't always successful in finding everyone, so if i missed you i am very sorry! whichever site the fic is linked to is just whatever site i read the work on.

list and links are all under the cut! clone names and fic names are in alphabetical order.

Cody:

Bruised Knuckles by milliusprime 🦋 💐

Relief by @grievouus 🐝

soirée by aenaxes 🦋

Crosshair:

An Open Wound by f0rever15elf 🦋

Calling You by interstellarwraith 🦋

Like Fire by @ofstarsandsabers 🐝

The Rescue by @writer1 🐝

Echo:

bill's favorite by groovycoochie 🦋

I Owe You a Dance by @imabeautifulbutterfly 🐝

You and Me by @captainrexsc 🐝

Fives:

Let's Make This Last Forever by sameheart_sameblood 🦋

The "I Love You Debate" by @catsnkooks 🦋

Fox:

Racing Along by showerthoughtsonly 🦋

Hunter:

Graceful Plummets by TwinkoftheDink 🦋

Make Over by KaijuSplotch 🦋

Unplanned Confessions by ReluctantMandalore 🦋

Jesse:

Making Snow Angels by @wizardofrozz 🐝

Sunset by @rain-on-kamino 🦋

Kix:

Friends Among Pirates by writingpancake 🦋

My Sunshine is Sleeping by @arctrooper69 🐝

untitled ficlet by @wild-karrde 🐝

What I See by Anna_of_Pearl 🦋

Rex:

Date Night With The Captain by @teletraan-meets-jarvis 🐝

force sensitive by @ironmandeficiency 🐝

Life Day by @crosshairmylove587 🐝

The Kitten by @clonewarslover55 🐝

Tech:

Clumsy by @kaminocasey 🦋

cuddling ficlet by @damerondala 🐝

I Want Your Midnights by @jedipoodoo 🐝

Soulmate Probability 0% by CT7509 🦋 💐

Thorn:

Caf and Confessions by hotnthorny 🦋

Wolffe:

For Good Luck by @cyarbika 🦋

Running Out of Time by CCaptainRex 🦋

Undercover by @snippy-tano 🐝

Wrecker:

Fixing Lula by @galactic-magick 🦋

it's cold in space. freezing actually by cannedtuna 🦋

#ghostofskywalker.recs #clone trooper x reader

361 notes · View notes

firstofficerwiggles · 7 months ago

Text

My Man 🩷

Put four characters who make you yell “MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN!!”

Thank you for the tag @artsy-girl-76 !!

1. Din Djarin, my space husband, love of my life

2. Obi-Wan Kenobi, especially when I make him my naughty Sith Obi-Wan lover/general menace

3. Boba Fett, specifically older Boba who showed up in the Mandalorian and made me go, "oooohhh, I get it now"

4. Joel Miller, aka Apocalypse Din, I love him so

No pressure tags: @mysticalgalaxysalad @grogusmum @catsnkooks @beskarmermaid @tailorvizsla

#my man my man my man #tag game #din djarin #obi wan kenobi #boba fett #joel miller

26 notes · View notes

ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing · 2 months ago

Text

Last Line Challenge

I was once again tagged by the fabulous @brokenphoenix99 😂😂😂 so here is another snippet from the fae JastObi I'm currently working on.

Every moment of Jaster’s life had led up to this very moment. Every day of his life had been borrowed—a day he shouldn’t have had at the expense of the lives of people who’d paid for his stolen time. He could hear the screeching of folk and fae alike—too desperate to stop Jaster to care about the boundary separating them. The sizzling rang in his ears, the stench of melted skin burning his nose as he stepped closer to the seal, unable to hide the way his hands were shaking as he looked at what should have been an unassuming tree. He could feel the power thrumming from it—the electricity from its power sending a tingling sensation up through Jaster’s boots and making it harder to stand as he swallowed, the sense of dread making his throat close up against the words he needed to speak. Jaster had always thought the moment he died would be somwhere like this—facing down a folk or a fae while he fought for his life—but somehow knowing didn’t change the feeling deep in his chest. Jaster didn’t want to die.

I'm tagging: @littledumplingwrites @skylariumrose @nightoftheland @catsnkooks @jedi-enthusiast

#star wars fanfiction #star wars #jastobi #jaster mereel #obi-wan kenobi #musicsoul1982 #musicsoul1982 speaks

15 notes · View notes

tailorvizsla · 2 years ago

Text

Title: Eighty Thousand Credits Pairing(s): Din Djarin x f!Reader Wordcount: ~4700 Rating: NC-17, minors DNI please!!! Warnings: Smut, sex pollen, dub!con, unprotected sex, PIV sex, rough sex, outdoor sex, a touch of feels at the end Author’s Notes: Hi y’all it’s been a minute since I last wrote anything for Din! This fic has been in the works for almost two years? A huuuuge thank you to @shadesofshatteredblue, @hdlynn, @bitchin-beskar, and @catsnkooks for encouraging and fanning the flames of thirst and thottiness. I whoreheartedly appreciate all of you lovelies.

📚 My Masterlist 📚

This hunt is different from the ones you and Din have gone on.

Rather than looking for a person, the target is a plant. The locals call it the ‘marriage bloom’. Apparently, the fruit has some sort of medicinal value to the population, but no one has been able to find any for ages now. Now, the local farmers are looking for a way to grow that fruit without destroying the local ecosystem.

The money offered is extraordinary, so Din had taken the job, thinking it an easy source of money. He had found a caldera tucked between two dangerous stretches of forest. After checking it out, the two of you agreed that this was the best place to check – locals rarely ventured into this area, kept at bay by the unstable weather patterns and carnivorous plains-panthers. Because of that, the caldera has remained virtually untouched. If there was a place where the fruit could flourish, it would be here.

The weather is quite nice right now, with a soft, cool breeze whipping in from the north. It brings with it the scent of the forest and the nearby river. If it wasn’t for the ominous clouds roiling to the east, you would have considered asking Din to stay here just a bit longer to stretch your legs and relax. It’s been a long time since you last spent a few minutes in sunlight.

Creeping forward, you examine the bushes growing around you, looking for the vibrant blue fruit. A thousand credits for each fruit, you tell yourself, as you wave a bug away from your helmet. In your peripheral vision, you see a flash of blue nestled in the vegetation. You go to examine it and let out a soft cry of delight.

“Din!” you call out. “Over here!”

As you bend over to pick up the fruit, you notice that the flowers appear to be bulging. Shrugging to yourself, you continue sifting through the fruit, taking only the ones that look to be ripe. You also keep the vague warnings in mind. There are odd side effects if the pollen is inhaled. No one had explained further, saying only that this fruit was why so many married way back in the day. Din comes to your patch of vegetation, and he lets out a noise of approval as he sinks down onto his knees beside you.

“One full basket,” he says, more to himself than to you. “Easiest money we’ll ever make.”

You nod in agreement. Last hunt had been…messy, to say the least. Both figuratively and literally. You’re pretty sure Din’s still picking organic matter out of the intake manifolds.

Taking out your knife, you take a single fruit, flower, and leaf from each plant, being mindful to not take too many. The urge to profit is tempting, but the farmers had been clear – they wanted just enough to plant their own. You note that Din grabs a handful of the berries and places them into another pouch.

“For us,” he says. “It might help us through lean times.”

You nod in response. It doesn’t hurt to research possible alternatives in case your Tribe runs out of medication. As the wind starts to grow stronger, you notice that the flowers are starting to open up. Your hand brushes up against the petals and it explodes, filling the air with a thick plume of golden-yellow pollen. You and Din recoil, but it’s too late. You can taste something green and bitter in the back of your throat as you inhale.

You fall back onto your backside, coughing as you drag yourself away from the hazy cloud of pollen hanging in the air. Din falls to the ground next to you, coughing just as violently. After a few moments of silence, you feel a peculiar burn in your lungs – a slow, sensuous heat that feels like your body is wrapped in a sensuous embrace.

As you lie there on the round, you can feel it spreading through your chest. When the warmth hits your heart, it surges through the rest of your body with each pulse of your heart. In vain, you try to still your thoughts, to calm yourself down. No matter what you do, you cannot focus on a single thought for more than a few seconds. You leap from thought to thought as your heart climbs into your throat.

“Din,” you croak out to him. “So-something’s w-wrong - “

“Ship,” he says back to you. “Med kit.”

Summoning all your strength, you roll over onto your side. The ground under your hands and knees swims. As the two of you crawl back toward the ship, a foot at a time, Din gets ahead of you. He seems a lot less affected by whatever that pollen had done to the two of you. It feels like your armor is constricting your chest, preventing you from breathing. The cottony soft fabric of your undersuit feels like razorblades against your sensitive skin. With each breath, you can feel the lace on your brassiere pull and scrape against your skin.

Up ahead, you can see Din struggle to his feet. As you watch, you find yourself consumed by the thought of him. The way the dappled sunlight glints off his armor. The way his strong thighs quiver under the strain of holding his body up. His broad shoulders, heaving as he gasps for air. It sends a hot, sticky jolt straight to your pussy. You dig your teeth into the flesh of your lower lip to keep from moaning as he leans against the tree, revealing his perfect back to you -

Perfect for digging nails into -

Shaking your head, you try to redirect your thoughts away from just how perfect he is. You stagger to your feet, and suddenly, things feel a lot…easier? Your momentum carries you forward to another tree, where you lean to rest. As you sink against it, your thighs press together, and you realize that your panties stick to you in an unpleasant way. Fuck, not now.

“Din, we need,” you stammer out. “Need to.”

Need help. But your lips won’t work. Your helmet suddenly feels claustrophobic, as if it has shrunk several sizes. You wriggle your fingers under the edge and lift, hoping to force some air into your lungs. You suck down some air, but you realize the mistake you’ve made when you see the clouds of pollen rising up off your armor.

Fuck.

It has to be the pollen. If a single sniff is making you this wet, you can’t imagine what prolonged exposure will do to you. You bite down on your inner cheek. That brief bit of pain gives you something to focus on. Something other than the throbbing heat between your legs. Up ahead, you can see that Din is slipping further down his tree trunk. You stagger forward toward Din. He needs to be distracted, and so do you. Otherwise, you’re not making it back home.

“It’s the pollen,” you say as steadily as possible. “Need to…need to get to the ship.”

“Yeah,” he rasps out. “Agreed.”

You wrap one arm around him. Din lets out a little noise that you choose to interpret as pain. If you even think he’s moaning in pleasure…a hot shiver wracks through your entire body. Slowly, as you hold each other up, you stagger back to the ship. It’s only a few hundred meters away - you can see it through the underbrush.

“Almost there,” you whisper. “Almost.”

His arm slides down around your waist.

“I’m not gonna make it,” Din says bluntly. “Too far.”

“For eighty thousand credits, you’re going to make it,” you say bluntly, and he groans in response.

For eighty thousand credits, you’ll carry him all the way back to the Tribe. On foot.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t make it more than a couple of steps. He shoves himself away from you. Din grasps his helmet and pulls it off, throwing it aside. Exposing himself to even more pollen. Fuck. His helmet bounces uselessly off a log as he falls to his knees. As you see his messy, curly brown hair for the first time, it feels like everything around you has disappeared. There’s nothing here but you and the Mand’alor.

He stands up. Has he always been this tall? This muscular? You want to look away, to give him his privacy, but you can’t tear yourself away. You don’t realize your hands are moving until you’ve taken your helmet off. It’s a bad idea, but you cannot bring yourself to care. You drop it on the ground. Din freezes at the sound. Your heart skips a beat as he slowly turns to face you.

Your eyes sweep over his face hungrily, taking in his handsome visage. He has beautiful eyes, a strong nose, and plump lips. Beautiful, you think as you wet your lower lip. Your eyes snap up to his - they’re so dark. Dark with arousal and something else you can’t quite name. Your mouth goes dry at his unwavering stare, and you feel so, so small in front of him. Taking your helmet off had been such a bad idea. You take a half-step back.

It seems like your movement sets something off in him. He coils toward you, predator after his prey, as you feebly try to escape him. He matches each of your steps until your back slams into a tree. You stand there, paralyzed by something that isn’t quite fear and arousal, unable to do more than watch as he closes the distance between your bodies.

“Din,” his name falls from your lips in a whisper.

“The…the pollen,” he says hoarsely. “Can’t. Can’t fight it much longer.”

“What do we do?” your voice is unnaturally steady, even when the words lodge in your throat like molasses. His eyes drop to your lips as you moisten them again. “What…do you…what do you want, Din?”

Already, you can see the fine red mist climbing up his throat as he struggles to maintain control over himself. He looks away, taking a great shuddering breath.

“O-only one s-solution,” you offer softly. "But we don't have to..."

“Don’t want to hurt you,” he insists stubbornly, trying to back away.

Even that gap between your bodies leaves you with a keen sense of loss and you whine softly. His eyes snap up to your face. You don’t know how to tell him that you need his heat, his body against yours.

“Din, it’s okay,” you whisper to him. “Din, it’s okay.”

Your feelings of respect and affection for him are genuine. You are willing to give yourself to him to help save his life. Does he reciprocate? Does he want this with you?

He stares at you, face like stone, as he considers your words. You struggle to not squirm at the weight of his gaze – you’re so wet your trousers are sticking to your skin, all the way down to your knees. The two of you stare at each other for far too long, considering the next move to be made, the forest nearly silent, save for the sound of wind in the leaves.

If this isn’t resolved soon, you are sure the medical side-effects will be lethal. And if the two of you do resolve it…there’s a real chance that your budding friendship won’t survive it. Would he be able to look at you the same if the two of you –

“Try to make it to the ship,” he rasps out. “Safer there…for us to…f…fuck.”

You nod in agreement and tear your eyes from his just as the wind shifts.

Shimmering plumes of gold swirl through the dark leaves and settle lightly over every surface. As you look north, dread fills you as you realize you are downwind of at least two dozen clusters of flowers. Reflexively, you inhale deeply to try and hold your breath, but there’s no use. The fine yellow pollen has settled on your armor, in your hair, on your clothing. You can taste it - bitter and sweet and floral on your tongue.

You inhale, and your entire body quivers.

“Din,” you whimper, and he moves.

He lets out a harsh expletive. Both leather-clad hands come to rest on the tree, one on either side of your shoulders, as Din leans in. The bag falls to the ground at your feet. His nose is almost touching yours, and you lose yourself in his dark eyes. Your pussy throbs and squeezes with each breath you take. He leans in and the world spins.

Din kisses you gently once, then he slants his mouth over yours. He forces his tongue into your mouth as you lace your arms around his neck, kissing him back just as hungrily. Your teeth clack against his as you grow more and more frantic for his touch. Din Djarin tastes divine. His teeth dig into your lower lip, and your entire body quivers from the exquisite pain. He kisses you again and again. You can hear the bark under his fingertips crumbling as he flexes his fingers.

You wonder if he’s trying to keep himself from touching you. To keep himself from guiding your pants down so he can fuck you properly. The thought of his cock inside you makes you moan. As you’re squirming, soundlessly begging for his touch, you squeeze your thighs together in a vain attempt to keep yourself from grinding up against his cuisse. That causes something to shift and snap in Din. He growls deep in his chest. Your pussy gushes as you start to grind against the hard metal between your thighs.

One hand clamps around the back of your neck for a bruising kiss as he pulls you toward him, tight and hard as an unyielding metal band as he takes control. The other falls to your waist as he pins you against his hard, tense body. Instead of resisting, you surrender to him, closing your eyes as his tongue maps the roof of your mouth. Relief fills you at the promise of satiating the agonizing need threatening to claw its way out of you.

There’s something dizzying about being so utterly helpless, unable to do anything but let your hunter do as he pleases with you. The hungry, desperate way he kisses you, as if your lips are the only thing keeping him alive. The way he grinds his codpiece into your belly, seeking friction to relieve his erection. Lifting your hands, you lace your fingers through his beautiful curls and tug.

Din growls and you whine your frustration into his mouth. Your fevered thoughts take on a desperate tone - can’t he see that you need more than a kiss? Can’t he feel the way your body writhes and undulates in his hands? Can’t he feel the warmth of your arousal soaking through his trousers?

“Please,” you beg softly. “Din, I need you…”

Din breaks away, his cheeks flushed vividly as he gasps for air. His eyes are wild, that sweet gentle part of him long gone. His black pupils are blown wide open, his arousal so intent it frightens you. Your armor suddenly feels too tight, constricting, so you begin to shed it. Din has no patience for that – he simply turns you around and shoves you forward.

You land hard on your hands and knees, yelping in protest.

“DIN!”

He ignores you as he kneels behind you. Two big hands wrap themselves around your hips and squeeze firmly, massaging your plump flesh as you struggle to unbuckle your belt. A thrill runs through you when you hear the zip of leather through his belt buckle. Finally, you get your pants down around your thighs. Din slips in the dry leaves littering the forest floor as he positions himself behind you. You brace yourself on all fours, arching your back as you feel the head of his cock brushing up against your fluttering, dripping hole. He thrusts sloppily, grunting in your ear, grinding up against your swollen clit.

It’s not the first time you’ve had a hunter who couldn’t find your entrance, so you reach down between your thighs and guide him to your sweltering heat. Din braces himself as his fingers tighten painfully around your hips. He pushes in with one deep, devastating thrust. The noise that leaves you is guttural, somewhere between a sob of relief and a grunt of discomfort.

His cock is nearly too much for you to take. He lets out a harsh noise as he finds the end of you, his body shivering. Then he slips halfway out and rolls his hips forward, seating himself deep inside you, your cunt protesting with an obscene, wet noise.

This changes everything between you and Din. From Mand’alor and loyal follower to…this. You aren’t sure what it is, or what it will become, but there’s no way you can walk away from this and still be the same. Not when you’ve had his desperate mouth against yours, or had his cock buried to the hilt inside you. Not when you’ve heard his needy, desperate moans. A shudder wracks your body, drawing him out of whatever thoughts he had been thinking.

He slips halfway out, giving your body a very brief moment of respite from his too-thick cock. Then you rock back against him in time with his thrusts. He seems hesitant, as if he is just as afraid of the future as you had been. Maybe he’s afraid of hurting you. You aren’t sure, and you don’t care. The next time he starts you pull out, you squeeze around him.

His hand on your hip tightens painfully, to the point where you know there will be five pretty little bruises there in the morning. Din starts to move, pulling out halfway before sheathing himself completely, his flesh smacking wetly against yours.

Din reaches up and yanks your top open, sending buttons scattering through the dry leaves. Then he cups your tit and squeezes. Your moans and pleas run together into desperate whines. His cock barely leaves you before he’s filling you up again, driving away all coherent thought. You’re so full you can’t breathe. As you spiral closer and closer to the edge, your arms give out, and you settle on your elbows. Din keens and drives his cock in deeper another half-inch, making your eyes roll back in your head.

If anyone walked by right now, you’d be horrified - you’re spread out in front of your Mand’alor as he ruts into you, both your helmets are off, and the evidence of your pleasure is dripping down your thighs. Biting down on your lower lip, you bury your face into your arms, breathing in the sweet, earthy smell of the forest. Din’s hand moves from your hip to your front. When his fingers brush up against your swollen, throbbing clit, a bolt of pure lightning shoots through you and your entire body stiffens in surprise. You suck in a breath and cry out sharply. The pleasure is intense - it’s almost too much, bordering on painful and prickly. Din traps your clit between his fingers as he strokes and your entire body shakes.

His name falls from your lips in a plea. Your breathing is erratic, spots swimming at the edges of your vision as your entire body tenses tight. You start to shake, tears pricking at your eyes, as you hover at the precipice. It’s too much - you’re not sure how much more your body can take - and with a final brush of his fingers, that pressure inside releases, like a dam bursting open and flooding your senses with pure pleasure. A feral noise escapes you as you finish, sweat dripping down your forehead as your cunt convulses around Din’s cock over and over again. He lets out a marvelous moan as he stutters to a halt.

Din pulls you back into his lap. As your breathing and pulse slow back to normal, the heat dissipates, leaving you entirely aware of what had just transpired. Fuck. Din’s hands squeeze around your hips and you know it’s time to move. Lifting your hips, you have to stifle a noise as his cock slides out with a wet noise. A warm, wet rush of cum follows. As you get to your feet, you take a peek back at Din. The crotch and thighs of his pants are drenched with your pleasure and his cum.

You avert your eyes and pull up your pants. It almost feels disrespectful to see him in such a disheveled, dirtied way. You certainly had no right to any of it, your traitorous mind supplies. Blinking back tears of frustration, you grab random pieces of armor as you find them and stuff them into the bag with the flowers and fruit. When you’ve worked up your courage, you turn to look at Din once again. He’s holding his helmet in his hands, a frown furrowing his brow. As you start to speak, another gust of wind picks up, bringing with it more pollen. Din’s eyes widen as they meet yours.

Familiar heat settles in your belly. His cock - still wet and covered in creamy streaks of cum - twitches. Your insides protest with a dull ache. He pulls up his pants and tries to arrange himself more neatly.

“Ship,” you say. “We can talk later.”

He nods in agreement and the two of you run back toward the ship. Once inside, the two of you lean against the hull. Your breathing is erratic again. Once the two of you are safely isolated, you stagger to the captain’s quarters. The dull thuds of Din’s armor hitting the floor lets you know that Din is following. You are completely naked by the time Din makes it into the bedroom. The last of his clothing falls to the floor. This time, he hesitates. Sudden shyness fills you as you realize he’s watching you, his eyes roving from your eyes down to your toes. It almost feels like he is devouring you with his hungry gaze.

“Beautiful,” Din rasped.

He closes his eyes and his lips move in what seems to be a silent prayer. Before you can speak, Din pounces, and a squeal escapes you. Din throws you down onto the bed, and as you settle on the mattress, he parts your thighs with one hand.

“Look at this gorgeous little pussy,” Din says, grasping his cock. He traces your soaked lips with the head, circling around your entrance. “Been wishin’...that I could kiss you…touch these tits…cum in this pussy. Make you mine…Have always wanted to make you mine…So perfect…”

His words make you inhale sharply. Does he mean what he’s saying, or is it the pollen? You push the thought aside - now is not the time for that train of thought. Din slurs his words, sounding very much like he’s drunk on something as he praises you.

“I would have shot someone for you to look at me,” Din breathes, “For you to smile at me…can’t get enough of you…don’t think I ever will get enough of you…”

Din groans as he starts to slide in, spreading you around him in that familiar, arching way that sends lighting straight up your spine. You’re still sore and swollen from what had transpired outside, but you need him. Din changes his angle and sinks in easily, his entrance eased by the cum still left inside you. Din’s beautiful eyes close as he sighs with pleasure when his pubic bone meets your clit.

You moan and mewl as he fucks into you, but it’s not like how it was outside. Outside was raw and primal. It was nothing more than two people fucking to alleviate the symptoms of pollen poisoning. But here…in the warmth of your bed…you feel more protected and cherished than you feel hunted and taken. His lips trace over your skin, each kiss like a brand, marking you in a way that his teeth never could.

“So fucking beautiful,” he pants. “Can’t…can’t stop myself…need you, mesh’la. Need all of you…”

His breath fans against you, making your skin break out in goosebumps at the intimacy of being so close to your Mand’alor. To be the one who has the privilege of having his cock buried so deep inside them. To be the one with his weight across their body, his muscles flexing and bunching between their thighs. You’re the one lucky enough to have his sweat puddling on their belly, and his cum clinging to their inner walls. A fine shudder travels through your body as you dig your heels into his ass.

Running your fingers along his skin, you feel sweat dotting his back. Here and there, the texture of his skin changes, and you catalog the location of each scar. If there’s a repeat of today in the future…you want to kiss each one and thank the gods for granting him safety and for giving him these beautiful marks to prove his bravery.

You can feel the callouses on his hands as he skims his palms over the bumps and curves and planes of your body. He’s fucking you, but he’s not taking you, even though you had certainly enjoyed being taken before. This is different, and you wonder if the pollen only encouraged the passion that was already there between the two of you. As Din’s breathing grows heavier, and the tingling grows stronger, you dig your nails into Din’s back. He moans again, grinding his pubic bone against your clit in that way that makes you whimper and your eyes roll back.

Din kisses your lips, and then he bites gently. His tongue laps against the tingling bite marks, soothing away the pain. You wriggle a hand between your sweaty bodies and start stroking your clit. His breathing is erratic - he’s getting close, and so are you. The tingling becomes a fiery inferno, building higher and higher with each delicious stroke of his cock against your inner walls. Din rests his hands on the mattress, one on either side of your head, surging forward and hitting that spot that makes your toes curl against his lower back. Finally, the friction is too much for you to bear, and your back arches, welcoming him in deeper as you find completion.

The fiery inferno turns into a warm, sensuous heat that fills every molecule in your body. You stroke Din’s back and shoulders as he finishes, filling you with spurt after spurt of warm, wet cum. You clench tight around him, relishing the liquid heat inside. For a few moments, Din rests atop you, his weight on his forearms, his cock plugging his cum inside you. You stroke his back lazily, blowing one of his curls out of your face, as he drops his face onto your shoulder. He smells salty and sweaty, but it’s not unpleasant. He smells like himself and leather, and blaster residue. Maybe there’s a touch of pollen there, but you’re sure your nose is so saturated with it that you can’t smell it anymore.

As the sweat starts to cool, Din pulls out, and sits back on his heels for a moment, brushing his hair out of his eyes. You don’t hesitate to look at him, to properly take him in as you see his naked body for the first time. His hair is a mess, his curls tangled and wild. His torso is dotted with sweat. His flaccid cock is covered in creamy streaks and his dark pubes are saturated with cum and your slick. His scarred chest is heaving and flushed red. He’s the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen in your life, you think to yourself, as he collapses onto the bed next to you. The heat leaves your body again, but instead of cold filling you, you’re left pleasantly sore and sticky.

Din wraps one arm around your waist and tugs you under the thin sheet with him. Neither of you speak as you give into the siren-sweet call of rest. Tomorrow will be a new day, and the two of you can deal with things then. He’s not the best with words, so he lets his actions speak. His hand falls to your belly, while he adjusts the other arm to act as your pillow. He pulls the blanket up around you and kisses your shoulder. You know then that Din cares about you, and that gives you hope for whatever tomorrow’s discussions bring.

#din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #smut #romance #tailor writes #star wars #star wars: the mandalorian #sex pollen #dub con

298 notes · View notes

bitchin-beskar · 2 years ago

Text

Training

Rating: Explicit Pairing: College!Athlete!Roommate!Paz Vizsla x Fem!Reader (Bunny) Warnings: Cockwarming!!! That's it that's the fic! ... jk theres a little more to it. Paz has a huge dick we all know it, and boy does he know how to use it. mentioned oral (f) receiving, mentioned fingering, overstim, big dick, dirty talk, mentions of continued overstim, dick so good u wanna cry, free use arrangement. AGAIN. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT FREE USE OR ANY OF THE OTHER THINGS ARE, YOU ARE TOO DAMN YOUNG. DO NOT READ. DO NOT INTERACT. GO AWAY. Literally Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Exactly what it says on the package. Word Count: 2.1k A/N: Here is another oneshot in the CAR!Paz au! This came about due to an ask sent in by @catsnkooks during this fun lil sleepover weekend! Feel free to send things to my inbox this weekend (or really any time!) This was intended to be a drabble and ended up being just over 2k, so uh, yeah. It's fine. I'm fine. I just wanna thank @catsnkooks, @tailorvizsla, @firstofficerwiggles, @mysticalgalaxysalad, and all the anons who have been encouraging the thirst for this wonderful au! Also thanks to @maybege whom without I likely wouldn't have even created this au, and I'm also gonna tag @ronnieiswriting, bc they sent me a lovely little dm about this au and I finished this tonight instead of waiting as a lil treat for them! Please lemme know what you think, I appreciate all the love y'all have given this au so far!!

Gods, he was gonna split you in half.

You stood completely naked, on shaky legs, in front of Paz where he was sitting on the couch, his chest bare and his sweatpants tugged down just enough for his cock to spring free, resting against the taut skin of his stomach, flushed and weeping. He looked far too composed for a man who’d just spent the better part of an hour fucking you on his fingers and his tongue to prepare you for what he wanted you to do.

It was fucking infuriating.

It was also hot as hell.

His lips curled into a cocky smirk, as if he could read your mind. You were very pointedly trying to keep your eyes trained on his face, which was made all the more difficult when he wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself. You couldn’t help yourself as your gaze flickered down to where his hand was wrapped around himself. Even with his own hand, he still looked disproportionately large, and not for the first time, you wondered how exactly your poor pussy was going to survive this... exercise.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” Even his voice was cocky, and even though Paz was your best friend, you felt a very strong urge to strangle him. Still, there was that little voice in the back of your head that was salivaiting at the mere thought of getting him inside you.

You were unreasonably proud at how steady you managed to keep your voice, given what your body had been subjected to and the looks he was leveling you with. “You’re not gonna fit, Paz.”

He didn’t answer right away, instead holding the hand not wrapped around his cock out to you, a silent request. You didn’t hesitate to step forwards and place your own hand in his, letting him tug you forward until you were standing inbetween his legs. Even like this, with him seated and you standing, you were looking him in the eyes. Paz was just that big.

“Don’t worry about that, bunny,” Paz said as he used his grip on your hand to encourage you to turn around, his hand moving to grasp your hip as he pulled you closer to him. You let him guide you, fingers clenching and unclenching in anticipation. He paused for a brief moment to swipe his fingers through your folds, an approving hum leaving him when he deemed you were still wet enough, before returning those fingers to his cock, slicking himself up with your release. Then, he was pulling you down, letting your weight rest mostly against his chest as he notched the head of his cock at your entrance. You sucked in a breath at the sudden pressure, but made an effort to relax.

He made a soft shushing noise, his hand helping to steady you as he began to lower you down, the pressure increasing slowly until the head of his cock was suddenly inside you. You gasped slightly at the intrusion, your thighs tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. You’d had sex before, certainly, but your ex was a much smaller man. Even your toys had never been quite this large.

“P-Paz?” You breathed, voice shaking.

He immediately paused, and you could feel as he kissed the back of your bare shoulder briefly. “Yeah, bunny?”

“W-What if… what if you… d-don’t… what if you don’t…” You trailed off, suddenly embarrased. You were likely far less experienced than his previous partners, and you wondered-not for the first time-how exactly this arrangement was going to affect your relationship with Paz.

But Paz seemed to know what you were trying to say. He tutted softly, brushing his lips against the length of your throat, his smile soft against your skin. “Don’t worry, bunny,” he murmured, starting to work you down again, his cock slowly sliding further and further into you as your mouth fell open at the stretch.

“I’ll make it fit.”

The cocksure tone of his voice made you clench, and he immediately shushed you again, placing both hands on your waist and sitting up from where he’d been lounged against the couch cushions. You made a concerted effort at relaxing again, and you slipped a little further down his length.

The sensation of being slowly stuffed full of Paz’s cock was something you honestly had never imagined you’d get to experience. It was currently defying all expectation, and you weren’t entirely sure you’d make it to being fully seated on his cock without passing out from the pleasure.

He eventually got you about halfway impaled on his cock when he seemed to hit a barrier, and you immediately winced at the uncomfortable feeling. Paz once again stopped immediately, his hands tightening slightly around your waist. You felt a keen sense of disappointment, and you suddenly felt the slight urge to cry. You’d known you weren’t going to be able to take all of him, and he was going to be so disappointed-

“I wanna try something,” he suddenly said, his tone not disappointed like you’d expected, but contemplative. “Trust me?”

You blinked, unsure as to where that was coming from, but nodded nonetheless. You probably should’ve been a bit more cautious with answering, because Paz suddenly slid his hands down from where they’d been resting on your waist to wrap his fingers around the backs of your thighs, and lifted.

A squeal of shock escaped your mouth and your hands flailed as you were suddenly supported only by his grip on your thighs and half of his cock in your cunt. He pulled your thighs apart, so your legs were no longer between his own, but dangling on the outsides of his own thighs. Pulling your legs apart like this surprisingly eased the pressure in your cunt, and he slowly began to lower you more, and your pussy greedily sucked him in.

He was completely supporting your weight with just his hands and forearms, and your brain could not comprehend the strength he must be using to hold you like this. But you couldn’t deny, it was far easier for you to take him in this position, and before you’d quite processed that, the backs of your thighs were resting on the tops of his, and his cock was completely buried in your pussy.

You sucked in a sharp breath, leaning back so your upper body was supported by his chest and you could rest your head against his shoulder. Paz stroked his hands up and down your thighs, humming appreciatively. Your own legs were trembling from the strain and effort it had taken for you to take him.

For a few moments, the two of you just sat there, adjusting to the sensations. You were honestly shocked that you’d managed to take all of him, and you felt a not insignificant amount of pride. Still, it was overwhelming to be that full, and you couldn’t help but brush your hand over your abdomen, feeling like he was in your stomach he was that deep inside you.

Paz chuckled, the vibrations jolting you slightly and shifting his cock slightly inside you, making you whimper quietly. One of his hands came up to cover yours, the size of his hand dwarfing your own.

“Can you feel me here, bunny?” At your nod, Paz pressed down slightly, and you gasped as the change in pressure made sparks of pleasure light up your nerves. “Yeah, you can. How does it feel?”

It took you a few tries to reply, your throat dry and your tongue heavy in your mouth. “I-I feel s-s-so full.” There was truly no other way to describe it, the sensation so unfamiliar but also one you were quickly coming to love.

“Hmm, I bet,” he responded, sounding far too smug and full of himself. He slowly spread his thighs, forcing your own legs further open.

With the way your legs were hooked over his thighs, and the way you were impaled on his cock, you had no choice but to let him move your body the way he wanted to. You felt your cheeks warm at how exposed you were like this, naked and spread open on his lap, even in the emptiness of your shared apartment. You tried to squirm a bit to get more comfortable, and he shifted underneath you, tilting his hips up further into yours somehow, but also easing some of the strain in your lower back as he did so.

The fullness inside of you had you clenching and unclenching, your muscles unused to this position and trying in vain to adjust. Paz didn’t seem to react, although he did wrap his arm more fully around your waist and brough his other hand up to stroke at where the two of you were joined together. Your eyes rolled back in your head as his fingers found your swollen clit, rubbing at it gently.

“P-P-Paz,” you stuttered, voice shaking violently. “P-Paz, s-so much, t-t-too m-mph!”

He’d jerked his hips slightly, just enough to barely count as pulling out before he settled back deep inside you, cutting your protests off with ease. He sped up his fingers, and you thought he might be enjoying the way you trembled uncontrollably on his lap.

“Jus’ need you to come one more time for me, bunny,” he slurred, voice low and thick in your ear. “It’ll help you take me a bit easier, don’t worry. Just gimme one more, okay? I promise it’ll help, it’ll feel so good bunny. You trust me, don’cha?”

You nodded shakily, turning your head to press your sweaty forehead against the side of Paz’s neck. “O-O-Okay, Paz.”

He pressed a kiss against the top of your head, and his fingers sped up again. You’d been on the edge since he began to fuck you onto his cock, and you honestly didn’t need much more stimulation before you were coming again with a low moan and weak twitches of your hips.

Paz hummed appreciatively, his fingers sliding through the mess you’d made between your legs and around his cock. You were tingling with overstimulation, feeling flushed and sweaty and you probably looked a mess, but it was only Paz here to judge you, and you got the feeling he didn’t mind, especially when he was directly responsible for your wrecked state.

“You did such a good job, bunny.” You preened at the words, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Such a good girl for me, giving me another. You feel so good coming around me like that.” He paused, the silence heavy, and you abruptly felt very much like prey, like the nickname Paz had bestowed upon you implied. You didn’t have the time to contemplate it before he continued.

“I lied, bunny. I’m sorry, but you just felt so good.” His fingers trailed back up to your throbbing clit. “I wanna feel that again. Wanna feel your lil’ pussy trembling around my cock. I wanna feel you gush around me.”

You mouth fell open, and your hands tried to reach down to pull him away but he was quicker, the arm that had been around your waist coming up to grip your wrists in one huge hand, bringing them up so your restricted hands were pressed into your sternum. He tutted softly, spreading his legs just a little further and restricting your movement just that little bit more.

“We agreed on the rule, bunny. You let me do whatever I want, whenever I want. Isn’t that right?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing to whisper in your ear, tormenting you.

“And I wanna feel this pretty lil’ pussy absolutely strangle my cock again. I wanna feel you come and come and come until you can’t anymore. And then I wanna fill you up, wanna fill you up so full you’ll feel me dripping down your thighs for weeks. I wanna see you on campus and know you can still feel me in your fucking guts. I want you to sit with your friends and all you can think about is how I feel inside you right now. Any time a guy even fucking looks at you I want you to remember how this feels. I want you to remember how hard you came with my cock in your lil’ cunt.”

He stopped for a moment, breathing harshly in your ear as he quickly worked you towards another orgasm, and you almost couldn’t hear his next words over the uncontrollable whimpers and moans that escaped your throat as he abused your poor cunt.

“You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else and not think of me, bunny. I’m gonna fucking wreck you.”

418 notes · View notes