#whirlpool the fennec

[fireyartccoon]

random merfolk drawings I managed to scavenge from my sketchbooks while it’s (barely) still MerMay

The first two are from one of my favorite movies ‘Lu over the wall’, the one on the left was drawn without a reference, the other vice-versa, the rest are mostly from my Sonic prime AU, No place to be exact, and the last two are just random OCs, have a lovely day

[fantasiac]

something something Sonic Adventure 3 story idea

the kitsunami are an advanced sunken civilization underwater like Atlantis

the kitsunami shot a beam of energy through the sea and through angel island, breaking angel island into four pieces and shattering the master emerald, the emerald pieces sinking to the bottom of the sea (treasure hunting stages set up)

the kitsunami are the direct rivals to the echidna

the kitsunami all have multiple tails

tails was part of this ancient civilization before he (wasn't anymore, idk how yet), it explains why he's so smart and why he can swim

Kit the fennec was named after the forgotten tribe by Starline, who discovered the tribe a long time ago, in fact, starline's documentation of the tribe is how Eggman found it

the Tornado III, Subnautica, or the Whirlpool is the submarine upgrade to the tornado

(edut): I never mentioned that The dynamic between Tails and Knuckles is going to be the focus of their part of the game, and how they interact with eachother DIRECTLY CONTRADICTS the Kitsunami's legends of the echidna, showing how great Knuckles is as a guardian, and how great Tails is in comparison to the rest of the kitsunami

[galacticgraffiti]

May I request some Fennec filth? Her finding and reacting to you masturbating with one of her shirts/an article of clothing?

Hello my beautiful peach custard pie!

This request - as many others - has been sitting in my inbox for quite a while, but I was finally in the appropriate mood to write this. I know I say this often, but I love love love writing for Fennec - I don't do it often enough. I hope you like the direction I took this in!

Wordcount: 4.1k Warnings: domesticity, Fennec smokes because why not it's hot, female masturbation, getting caught getting off, super soft Fennec, memories of fingering, talks of plugging, talks of anal, talks of strap-ons, one (1) line of degradation (reader is called slut [affectionate]), praise, so much dirty talk, oral (f receiving - Fennec receiving)

!!! NSFW/18+ !!!

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You hate it, this gnawing, aching need inside you. You want to scream at your body, she is not here, she had to go on a hunt, leave me alone.

It has barely been a few days, but you miss Fennec like crazy. She got called in for a target, a high-profile one – you can’t even remember what the name was that Fennec mentioned before she left. And usually it does not bother you when she leaves, you are always sure she will return unharmed, because she has always has. But this time, it does bother you. This was supposed to be a vacation, a getaway for the two of you. Just a few days off from the job.

You had been so excited when you left for Serenno – the two of you have rented a cabin in the mountains for the week. You had been here for the entirety of two days before Fennec was called away. Just a couple days, no more, she had promised. It has been three days now. She checks in regularly even though the holonet is kind of patchy in this area of the planet, so it’s text comms only, never holocalls.

And you miss her, you miss talking to her and hearing her beautiful voice. You miss seeing her face and having her hands, her lips on you. This cabin has everything you could have wished for, Fennec really spared no expense – a sauna, a whirlpool overlooking the mountainside down into the deep green forests of the valley; even a little sunroom for you to read in. When you packed your books, you did not really think you would get to read much – not with the way Fennec looked at you before she left. Not when you saw the contents of her bag.

The memory of it makes you tingle, her mouth on yours as she whispers You won’t be able to stand anymore when I’m done with you, sweet girl.

You sigh deeply. By now, you are more than glad that you have packed so many books, because that is all you have been doing these past few days – reading and reading, in the hot tub, between saunas, while eating… There is not much else to do, as beautiful as it is. Fen made you promise not to go into the mountains without her before she left, and you intend to keep that promise. The mountains are dangerous.

Walking around aimlessly in the house for a bit, you try to decide on what to do next. Your body knows exactly what it wants to do, that deep, longing ache in your belly has been growing since the day Fennec left. It has become distracting – you find yourself staring at the pages of your books without reading any of the letters while all you can think about is Fennec. That cocky grin of hers, how she catches you in her strong arms every time you run to welcome her back. How her eyes darken when you get on your knees for her, what she sounds like when you bury your face in her perfect pussy. How she always praises you because she knows you like it, her good girl ringing in your ears even as you shake your head to get rid of the thought.

Fennec is intoxicating to be around, and though she sometimes has to leave for days, weeks even, you would not take anyone else over her in the entire galaxy. No one makes you feel like she does, so happy and warm inside. So in love.

You stop your aimless roaming in front of the bedroom and decide it’s as good a thing to do as any to go in. Groaning, you plop down on the bed, burying your face in the sleep shirt Fennec left behind when she hastily packed for what was supposed to be a short trip. It smells like her – cold cigarra smoke and a little bit of spice, and some flower you can’t quite place. When you started dating, you did not think you would ever come to like the smell of cold smoke or spice, but by now it has grown so familiar that you can not imagine her smelling like anything else. That smell is tied to so many pleasant memories that the pure scent of it makes your spine tingle. It feels almost like you are in a trance when you undress and pull her shirt over your head, hugging yourself tight. The smell makes it feel almost like it is her that is hugging you. Almost.

Your cheeks heat up when you think about the last time Fennec had her arms wrapped around you before she left, her face buried between your tits as you ground into her lap, moaning and sighing quietly until she fell back to pull you over her face and bury her tongue inside your cunt until you nearly broke the headboard.

It’s a good memory, so good that you let your hand slip down to trace the outline of your nipples against the thin material of Fen’s shirt without thinking about it. So good that the tingle that runs down your spine only makes you want more. You absently pull the shirt up to your nose again, deeply inhaling her scent as your fingers sneak down to trace your cunt, half surprised you are wet already, but when you think about the state of mind you have been in all day, the mild surprise fades quite quickly. You want Fennec back beside you, you want it to be her hand that cups your breast, her thumb that circles your pebbled nipple. Her fingers that glide through your dripping pussy, dipping inside you just to leave you again and focus on your throbbing clit instead. If you close your eyes and focus on the smell, it is almost enough to make yourself believe it.

Your legs fall open and you impatiently shove a pillow underneath your hips, already breathing hard from your own teasing. Your body needs this, you need this. It should feel pathetic, but all you can think about is how good Fennec always makes you feel, how much you long for her hands and her mouth- for her voice and her smile. Your hips start to move, you are squirming, eyes pressed firmly shut as the movement of your hand grows frantic between your legs.

“Please.” The whimper escapes you without you meaning to let it slip. It’s nothing more than a quiet, breathy sigh, just one word. You feel the warmth in your cheeks, though – you sound so needy, so desperate. Your feet dig into the mattress, and your one hand clutches at Fennec’s shirt while your other alternates between fucking yourself with your fingers and circling your clit. You can never get the angle quite right when you try to do that thing that Fennec always does – to hit that spot that makes you see stars.

You are so wet you are already making a mess on the sheets and you have not even come yet, but that somehow just adds to the filthy feeling of it all. Words keep tumbling from your lips and you don’t have it in you to stop.

“Please, Fennec- please, I’ll be so good for you, please just let me come. I need to come, n-need it, need you- please, baby, you feel so good, I love it when you fuck me like this… you’re too good, you’re too fucking good to me, I love you so much- love how you make my legs shake every fucking time. Please, Fen, please-“

You keep your eyes firmly shut and bury your face inside her scrunched up shirt, doing your best the keep up the illusion as you feel the muscles in your belly tighten in anticipation. You are close, so close, and you force yourself to breathe. It’s Fennec, it’s all her, all around you, her smell, her fingers, you just have to imagine hard enough-

Your skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, your legs shaking, and it’s nearly enough, you just need a little more… A memory pops up in your head, Fennec holding out a small plug on the palm of her hand – Would you like to try this one for me, sweet girl? – and that is it. The orgasm is sweet, much needed relief, but not even close to how good you know it could feel if only Fen was here to help you. Still, you try to draw it out as much as you can, slipping two fingers inside your pussy to feel yourself flutter. The memory lingers, Fennec and the look in her eyes when she presented you with that plug, that hungry spark that made her irises darken with desire. And then she had to leave before you ever got to try.

Shaking your head, you try to clear your mind – if you keep thinking about this, you will rile your body up instead of slowly coming down from your high, and you don’t have it in you to take care of that again, not tonight, not by yourself. Your hand stays where it is, though, two fingers plunged deep inside your weakly fluttering cunt. You can not bring yourself to remove them just yet, you know the loneliness will start to seep in if you do.

You grant yourself a few more breaths before you will go and clean up. Slowly unclenching your hand from Fennec’s shirt, you still leave it pulled up over your face. You don’t want the air to stop smelling like her. You pull the pillow out from underneath you with one hand, cursing the thing when you nearly topple over the edge of the bed. A quiet, familiar chuckle makes you rip the shirt off your face.

Fennec leans in the doorway, a lit cigarra dangling from her lips. You are frozen, one hand hanging uselessly in the air while your other still cups your pussy, two fingers plunged deep inside you as you feel your cum and arousal drip onto the sheets.

“Ah, sweet girl, I would ask what you have been up to, but it seems my question has just been rendered unnecessary, hm?” You can hear the amusement in her voice and try to hide your burning face in Fennec’s shirt. With two quick steps, she is by your side, gently placing her hand over yours and pulling the shirt away from your face. You blink up at her, still trying to compute that she is really back. Fennec grins.

“Now now, don’t get shy on me, my darling. Bit late for that.”

You want to answer, something witty – or anything at all – but words seem to have fled your mind.

“You’re back,” you finally say weakly. Fennec laughs – the room lights up with her joy until you have to smile, too. She’s back.

“Yes, baby girl, I’m back. Back to find you touching what’s mine.” Her lingering smile eases the words; you can feel she is not really mad.

“’m sorry,” you mumble and finally pull your hand back from your leaking pussy, trying to tug at the hem of her shirt. Fennec’s hand catches yours.

“The shirt was not what I was talking about.”

Her eyes grow dark when she lets her gaze trail over your form, and before you can process her answer, she sits down and pulls you into her lap. The cigarra still dangles from her lips, and you already know exactly what she is going to taste like before she kisses you. You have never loved a taste so bitter more. Fen takes a deep drag, her fingers caressing your cheek before she takes the stub from her mouth and flicks it into the ashtray behind her without looking. You grin – such a showoff.

You inhale deeply when Fennec kisses you, slowly exhaling the smoke into your mouth, the familiar taste of the mix of herbs and spice she smokes enveloping your senses like a warm blanket.

“I love it when you do that,” you whisper when the smoke fades from your breath. It feels so comfortable, so familiar – you resting against her, her smoke filling your lungs.

“I know you do, baby.”

“I missed you.” Your hips start slowly rocking against her. Her trousers are going to be stained, you know that, but Fennec is not stopping you, so you let yourself enjoy the gentle stimulation of the leather against your still pulsing clit.

“I missed you too, baby.” Fennec buries her face in your shoulder and breathes in deeply. “You have no idea how much I missed you… my perfect girl.”

“Oh.” Small whimpers escape you when Fen mouths her way up your neck, stopping at the most sensitive areas to suck little marks into your skin, leaving a trail of blooming lovebites in her wake. When her mouth meets yours again, you are desperate, pressing yourself up against her because you need this, you need her-

“Someone’s a little needy today, hm?” You can hear the smirk in her voice, feel how her lips smile against yours.

“Yes,” you breathe, “Yes, I am, already told you I fucking missed you- missed you so much, Fen.”

“What do you need, baby girl?” Fennec’s eyes are dark when you open yours to look at her. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I need you,” you whisper, but she shakes her head.

“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific, my darling.” She pulls back, tilting your chin up with two fingers before she kisses down the column of your throat again. New slick floods your pussy at the gentle movement of her lips against your neck, at the light suction that you know is going to leave bruises you will get to admire in the morning.

“Come on, sweet girl,” Fennec mumbles. “Tell me… what were you thinking about when you came earlier, hm? What did your pretty little head conjure up to make you come so hard?”

Oh fuck.

“I, uhh…” you trail off, but Fennec stops her little caresses to fixate you with serious eyes until you continue speaking. “I thought about that… about that plug? That you showed me? Before you left?”

It sounds like a question out of your mouth, your pitch going high with insecurity, but when you see the way Fen’s eyes light up at your answer, you are glad you did not try to keep it from her. You know she would have accepted if you said you did not want to talk about it, but this… this will be so much more fun.

“Aww, baby,” Fennec hums. “Did you think about being all filled up? Showing me how well your perfect ass takes that plug for me, letting me stretch you open so you can ride my strap later like a good girl?”

Her words go straight to your core and the noise that escapes you is just plain embarrassing. Fennec chuckles, her hands squeezing your ass.

“You wanna try that tonight, sweet thing?” Her voice drips with promise, and it is tempting, so tempting, but you can barely keep it together as it is, and you want to just enjoy having her back for now.

“Are you going to have to leave again soon?” You sound small and anxious and you hate it. Fennec hugs you tighter until your breaths become a little calmer.

“No, baby girl. I’m so sorry I left you all alone, I’m so sorry. This was… I told them it was unacceptable to call me away.” Her eyes are still angry when she pulls away, but then her gaze softens as she looks at you, and a mischievous grin spreads over her face. “At least they paid me double, which means we can afford to stay out here another week. I’ll make it up to you that I was gone, I promise.”

“Oh, Fen,” you mutter, melting against her. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re my best girl, so you deserve only the best, my darling.”

You kiss her then, wild and sloppy and full of passion, and Fennec returns the kiss with equal fervour. You lose yourself in her for a while, in the feeling of her laboured breath, of her hands running up and down your sides, your tits pressing against hers, and her tongue inside your mouth. When you finally break apart, Fennec looks at you with a serious expression.

“So… do you?”

“Do I what?” You are breathless, your lips swollen and your heart beating so fast as if it wanted to break through your breast.

“Do you want to try the plug tonight, baby girl?”

Oh. Oh. When you don’t answer immediately, Fennec takes your hand in hers, her thumb tracing small patterns over the soft back of your hand.

“You don’t need to do it tonight. There is no pressure, my darling, you know that. Whatever you want to do is fine by me.”

“Then…” you lick your lips nervously. “Then maybe… maybe I’d rather wait? Just a few more days, but now that you’re back I just want you, nothing else-“

“Oh, sweet girl,” she sighs, smiling at you. “You have no idea how good it feels to hear that. You are mine, my darling, never forget that.”

“Hmm, you know I never will.”

It’s quiet for a while again, your bodies slotting together as you undress Fennec, following the path of your hands with your mouth, kissing and licking down each arm and the valley between her breasts as they are revealed to you, pressing soft kisses to the insides of her palms. She has the hands of an artist, you often think, calloused and stained, and yet somehow still soft and slender and elegant. Fennec wriggles out of her trousers, tugging her underwear down right along with them before she pulls you on top of her again. You moan – her bare skin feels so damn good against yours. When your hand slips down to dip between her legs, she doesn’t stop you, she just loops her arm around your neck to hold you tight.

“Oh baby,” you sigh. “You’re so wet.”

“All for you,” she mumbles. “My sweet, desperate little girl, waiting for me, getting herself off with my shirt over her head, moaning my name as she comes even though I’m not the one fucking her. You’re so good for me, so fucking perfect.”

Her words make you blush and squirm, but they also remind you of something you wanted to ask. You already came tonight, and… it is her vacation too. Especially after having to take a job in the middle of it, you think she deserve to be spoiled.

“Will you let me take care of you tonight, Fen?” you ask quietly. “Lay back for me and let me taste you? I missed you so much.”

“It’s my job to take care of you, baby girl. My job to make you feel good.”

“You’d make me feel good by letting me take care of you,” you mumble, and she stares at you for a while, lost in thought. Finally, she shrugs.

“Alright.”

She lets herself fall back and bends her knees, smirking up at you when you blush at the sight of her. Catching yourself, you easily slide between her thighs, breath fanning over her pussy. Seeing how wet she is is a rare gift for you and you savour it, taking in each detail before you finally dive forward to bury your face between her legs.

Fennec has never been particularly loud, but her quiet whispers of encouragement always hit just right. You have learned to read the twitch of her legs, how she will dig her heels into your back right before she comes, how she tugs on your hair when she wants more but does not want to ask for it. Today, she can’t seem to stop herself talking though, a neverending cascade of filth and praise pouring from her lips until you feel like you could come from that alone, your cunt empty but your face drenched in Fennec’s arousal.

“Just like that, sweet girl- just like that, there you go, you’re so good at that, look how well I taught you… you know exactly what I like, don’t you, baby girl- yeah you do, f-fuck, fuck right there… Hmm, so good for me, my perfect girl burying her tongue inside me after she made herself come for me, I’ll reward you for that later, fucking loved hearing you scream my name… My sweet- fuck, that’s… that’s good s-sweetheart, that’s really good, keep that up… Hm, can fucking feel you grinding against this kriffing mattress, maybe I do need to plug you up next time, give you something to fill you while you eat me out. Maybe we should get two, one for that p-pretty pussy and one for that perfect ass of yours, g- oh, Stars, you liked that, didn’t you? Yeah, me too, pretty girl, you would l-look so pretty like that, all stretched out for me, and once you made me come with your talented mouth, I bet you’d be so wet I could decide with hole I wanted to fuck, hm? Use how fucking wet your pretty pussy gets to stretch your ass open for me, oh, I just know you’d look so beautiful stuffed to the brim by me.”

You are slowly losing your composure, moaning into her, your fingers digging into her trembling thighs as you try not to stop but to keep going, you can’t lose focus-

“Bet you’d look so good with that strap we bought together in your tight little ass,” Fennec groans. Your heart stumbles, suddenly way too excited, and for just a second, you stop lapping at her clit to look up at her. Fennec flashes you a toothy grin and buries her hand in your hair to pull you back down to her cunt again.

“Come on, baby, I’m so close, love watching how desperate you get while eating me out, you need to be filled so bad, by my tongue or my fingers, don’t you, sweet girl? Yeah you do, you fucking love it when I talk like this, my filthy princess- face buried in my cunt while your rutting against a pillow like the desperate little slut you are for me. Hmm, you’re doing so well, baby girl, you make me f-feel so fucking good- yeah, just like this- just there, there you go, so good for me, so fucking good, you’re exactly what I need, baby…”

You swear you can feel your heart pulsing in your pussy, feel that pressure in your belly swell, just from Fennec’s words. Coupled with the heavenly taste of her, it is nearly enough to make you come again, completely untouched, just from the images she puts inside your head. You feel Fennec’s thighs tremble – that, and the fact that she has stopped talking except for the occasional breathy curse let you know she is close. So you keep it up, even though your jaw aches and you can barely focus, but this is about her pleasure and hers alone. Fen’s fingers grip you tighter. She grits out a warning, her voice rough and hoarse but full of affection. You quietly nod and continue lapping at her when she comes, her heels digging into your back as she moans your name. It is an intoxicating feeling and not one you often get to have – Fennec is not usually the type to lean back and let you do all the work.

You sit back on your heels, highly satisfied with your accomplishment, but strong hands pull you back down, though this time, to kiss you. You try to wipe your chin but Fennec shakes your head and just slots her mouth against yours.

“Thank you, baby girl,” Fennec whispers when she pulls back. “I needed that. You did so well for me.”

“Oh…thank you, Fen. I… I really liked this. Liked what you were talking about, too,” you admit quietly, your face burning. Fennec chuckles, her cheeks still rosy and her face glowing with the lingering high of her orgasm. She kisses you again, quick and soft, her fingers stroking your cheek gently.

“Hm-hm, I liked what I was talking about, too. I’d love to see you like that, princess… thank the Stars we have a whole more week to try all that out.”

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This one goes out to my fellow soft wlw hoes [affectionate]. I yearn - as always.

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[bobathirstaccount]

Hard to Find Someone Like You

Boba x fem!reader, slow burn to smut, some romance, fair amount of plot, Post-Mando 2 Boba

You are a merc serving under Fennec at Fett’s Palace. It’s business as usual until a certain helmet starts tilting in your direction...

Translations (Mando’a)

mesh’la - beautiful

cyar’ika - sweetheart/ darling

TW: unprotected sex

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CHAPTER FOUR

You had taken a fast shower and changed clothes, arriving to the cockpit just in time. Fett was already there. He took off without looking back at you. When you were in jump space, he turned in his chair to look at you.

“I’m going to meet a friend,” he explained.

“Okay,” you said, unsure how to respond. What did that have to do with you? The silence stretched. Eventually you decided to try speaking, “Why am I here?” You licked your lips nervously as he turned in his seat again, “I brought you for company. The trip is overnight.”

You blinked several times as he watched you. “Okay,” you said again, wondering why that was the only thing you could get out. You tried again, “I mean... sounds fun.”

You internally winced, but he seemed to accept that statement. He got out of his seat and walked past you, stopping to run his gloved hand through your hair. He then continued. Your head spun. You got up. Were you supposed to follow him? Did he want company now? You followed him to the mess. He calmly removed his helmet and set it aside. He grabbed a knife and a piece of fruit. Cutting into the fruit, he gestured at the food still on the counter. “Hungry?” The way he spoke it almost sounded like a command. You gulped. “No, I just ate.” He nodded.

You realized you were staring at him. You noted the scarring the Sarlacc had left on his brown skin. He was still handsome in a strange way. He met your gaze.

“My face isn’t a secret,” he said.

“I know.. I.. know, “ you ended, unsure.

“How are you mesh’la? Miss me?” You looked up at him. He had a wicked look on his face as his bit into a piece of the fruit.

“I know what that word means,” you blurted out.

“That is also not a secret.”

You blush, “Why though... call me that.”

He returned your gaze, “Because I find you mesh’la, cyar’ika.”

You glared despite yourself. He laughed gruffly. “Who is your translator? Your Twi’lek friend?”

You nodded.

“Well you will have to wait a while to learn what it means, then,” the edges of his mouth seemed to turn up.

“You could tell me?” You offered.

“Where’s the pleasure in that?” His dark eyes met yours. You gulped. He had finished the fruit. “We’ll be arriving soon. Behave yourself - no removal of body parts.”

You smiled at the comment on your brutality. “I’ll try.”

With that he left you alone.

***

Fett had left you aboard the Slave 1 upon landing. You sat idly in the observation room, wondering what he had in mind for later. Finally a droid met you at Slave 1’s ramp. “Master has sent me to escort you to the Great Fett’s suites. Come with me.”

You followed the droid wordlessly. On your way to your destination, you saw several humanoids with armor similar to Fett’s. Were these his people? You looked around in wonder. What was this place? You walked through the doorway the droid indicated, and the door slid shut.

The suites were a nice size; two rooms and a large bathroom suite. There was a whirlpool tub and a huge walk in shower. You decided to take advantage of the shower. You stripped and slipped inside, turning on the faucets. This was going to be nice.

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You had fallen asleep in your towel on the king size bed. You woke with your hair partially wet still, not sure of the time. You wiggled out of the damp towel and walked around the room, stretching. You walked out onto the deck, admiring the night sky. You stretched again, enjoying the warm night air and feeling lazy.

“Lovely view.”

Surprised, you spun on your heel, hands still overhead.

Fett gave you an appraising tilt of his helmet, “Very lovely indeed.”

You smiled shyly, lowering your arms to your sides, “Hello, Fett.”

“Hello.” He took several large steps towards you, grabbing your waist possessively.

“How do you want me to keep you company?” You put your hands on his upper arms, staring at your reflection in his visor. He tilted his head slightly to the side, “Do you have any ideas?” You think about the crazy stories Ayy has told you and bite your lip, “Maybe.”

“Show me.” He slid his hands up to cup your bare breasts, making your breathing pick up a tick. You flipped through the catalog of your crazy Ayy stories memories and picked one at random.

Kissing his helmet, you trailed your hands down his body until you came to his belt. You undid his belt and pants. When you had his cock out you spit into your hand, and worked him until he was hard, using both hands on his shaft. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. You impaled yourself on him, enjoying the pleasant way that he made you burn slightly as he stretched you. You started to fuck him, rolling your hips, getting the hang of the position. He put his hands under your ass to help steady you. You started to fuck him in earnest then, moaning and trying to make a show of your tits. They were bouncy, you guessed. He widened his stance and let you fuck him. You couldn’t tell what he thought about it.

“This is fun, mesh’la... I like it when you fuck me like this,” he grunted. You smiled at the praise. You leaned back a bit to change the angle and he groaned, squeezing your ass and looking down between the two of you to watch. You grabbed onto his cuirass and tried to increase the intensity of your fucking. He adjusted his hips slightly so you could fuck him more deeply. This drew a moan out of you, and you worked on stroking that one spot in yourself with his cock. You pussy started to clutch around his shaft. You chased your high while he held onto your ass and watched you.

“Cum on me, cyar’ika,” he purred. The rumble of his voice put you over the edge and you called out, surprised at the intensity of your orgasm. It rolled over your body in several waves, turning your limbs to jelly and your pussy into a spasming mess. Fett helped you continue as your eyes rolled back in your head and your grip loosened. He took over and pumped into you, making you yelp and him growl. Finally he let go of you and your feet dropped to the ground. He held you against his chest. The cool metal felt nice against your flushed skin. You sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist. He let you recover, then pulled away. “What about me, mesh’la?” You bit your lip and looked up at him, “What else do you want?”

“I want to see what else you know how to do.”

You flipped through your mental catalog again. You pushed him towards some patio furniture. He laid down on it, helmet looking up at you. You straddled him with your ass facing him. Looking over your shoulder, you sank down onto him agonizingly slowly. He balled his fists and moaned softly. You put your feet on the ground and leaned forward slightly, then started to bounce up and down on his cock. He grabbed your ass cheeks and groaned. You looked at his face. He was watching you fuck him, but looked up. You tried to give him a sexy look, then turned around. You started to slide your hands down his thighs towards his knees, lifting your pussy off his cock a little more as you continued. He moaned and held your hips in place, starting to pump up into you erratically. You guessed he was close. Trying to make an impression, you said, “Cum in me, Fett.” He did, almost as if on command, grunting and cock twitching deep in your pussy. You both paused for a moment, panting. Then you got off him, and laid down on one side of him. You curled up against him.

He grunted and sat up, putting himself away. You sat up and leaned against his shoulder, “Now what?” He turned his head to look at you, “You’re very.... affectionate.” You looked up at him, embarrassed. You started to sit up. “I didn’t say to stop,” his voice stopped you dead. You settled back down.

He looked up at the night sky and sighed. “I’m tired. Come sleep with me.” He stood up, pulling you with him.

[evykieran]

The portal from nowhere.

(Open roleplay starter)

A fizzling spark is heard and a white dot appears mid-air. The white crust outline grows rapidly larger revealing a whirlpool of purple, blue and white swirls spinning methodically in clockwise direction. The dimension gate gurgles with a sweeping roar similar to that of static buzzing. An inwards wind blows towards it, but quickly changes to a gust of particles blown outwards.

A woman, a hovering book and a Fennec fox come crashing through the middle of the portal. The portal beams in the moment of immersion. They land on the ground a few inches away. The gate behind them closes with an accompanying loud fizzle and burns out in the air above them.

The woman’s immensely dark brown hair is lavish and flowing at shoulder-length. Overall her face looks childish but aging.

She wears victorian-esque manly clothing. A wool bag is wrapped around her shoulders and filled to the brim with an assortment of items.

The Fennec fox is the size of a big cat with over average long ears. His figure is slim and flexible and seemingly standing on guard.

A book floats in the air, closely follows the woman. It shimmers with a bright blue hue. The hard case book’s spine reads: ‘Morsórátor Códex’ in golden letters. The front cover displays an angel holding a sword behind a broad and thick bone shield. Ethereal wings spread across the cover and glows with the same bluish hue. 

The woman carries with her a gnarly black staff in her right hand as she’s sprawled across the ground. From the crescents at the top hangs several raven feathers from strings of silk.

She stands up, her joints cracking from the uncomfortable landing. She dusts herself off quickly before exclaiming:

‘‘Bloodeh ‘ell! Whe’e the fohk am I?’‘ And peers around.

(Scenery and situation, up for interpretation by the replier)