#long haired boba makes an appearance

[hentyehottie]

‎✧ lovesick!chifuyu x hyperfem!bimbo reader : A jealous, pining Chifuyu finally gets the courage to approach you after watching you fraternize with Mitsuya ♡

black fem reader, chubby bimbo reader, reader is a fashion girlie! not really mentioned but chifu studies literature, semi-public sex (I think), kinda whiny reader, kind of a shift at the end. lovesick!chifuyu, reader is a maneater not a mean girl! (jk) Mitsuya & Takemichi make an appearance! There’s like one b*ji spoiler, standing doggy, slight choking, pussy eating, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), excuse any mistakes, MDNI

author’s note: for my bby @prtttycocobuttvr 🫶🏾chile this has been in the drafts for idk how long 🥲 extra long for literally no reason, the bulk of it isn’t even the smut…the ending is so abrupt 😭 but I really needed this out my drafts

wc: 3.7k

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Every now and then Chifuyu thinks back to the day the two of you met.

He fucking hated you at first, he’s ashamed to admit. Was it really hate though? Could’ve been annoyance, jealousy maybe? A lil bit of both is what he’ll chalk it up to. It was love at first sight for him, meanwhile you never gave a second glance in his direction.

He started seeing you more as the weeks passed, the two of you had no classes together, but he still saw you around far too often. You smelled just like marshmallows or vanilla, something sweet that demanded his attention every single fucking time you strutted past him. 

It became a routine—class, cafe and lastly the library where he’d find you doing anything but reading. 

Once a quiet safe haven for him to relax with a good book, now overtaken by the clicks and clacks of you touching up your makeup, or the rustle of a potato chip bag while you sit there with your pink Hello Kitty headphones watching some Netflix drama, even the constant sucking and the jumbling of ice as you slurp down every drop of your boba coffee while waiting for your newest minion to finish your homework.

That day was supposed to be no different. You and one of your minions were heading to that same table, around the same time you always arrived. You looked so damn good too. You always did. 

He was obsessed with your new hair color, black girl blonde is what he learned it’s called. Ash blonde with dark chocolate roots and it’s just so damn pretty he’s losing his fucking mind. Your face is fresh and bare, no makeup aside from a dark blackish-brown lip liner and gloss. Lashes full and fluffy, you must’ve gotten them filled over the weekend.

His eyes are trailing your every move, waiting for the glimpse of your backside that never came.

“Hiiiii Mitsu & friends!” You leaned down to drape yourself over the lavender’s shoulders. Chifuyu tries to keep his cool, brows furrowed and eyes almost as wide as saucers as he watched this strange display. 

And friends? How fucking pathetic is that. Granted, he didn’t know your name either, often referring to you as “that pretty girl” when he spoke about you to Baji’s grave but fuck, that made him feel like shit. 

It’s the first time he’s heard that cute voice of yours and it’s when you’re greeting Takashi fucking Mitsuya?? You guys seem well acquainted and it burns Chifuyu up inside, when the fuck did you two get all buddy-buddy? And what the fuck did Mitsuya have that he didn’t? 

He wonders who initiated the first contact, wouldn’t be surprised if it was Mitsuya, he’d always had the confidence a loser like him lacked. He was also very good with women, unlike Chifuyu. Then again, you seem very bubbly and outgoing so it very well could’ve been you who approached him.

“Here are those fabric swatches I was telling you about. If you decide to use any just let me know! I have tons of rolls and I can bring you some yards.” You hand him a couple of squares of fabric. At least ten 4x4 squares that you took the time to cut and string on a little o-ring like paint swatches. So cute. 

“Thank you, y/n!” He smiles. “I’ll surely let you know.”

Just like that, you’re heading over to your table, minion hot on your heels. 

It’s a quick exchange, and it should’ve been harmless, but boy does it boil his blood. God, did you speak to everyone but him?!

“Y/N,” Damn, he learned your name, heard your voice and watched you diss him all in one sitting. It was insane. “You know her?”

“Yeah, we’ve only spoken a few times but she’s super friendly. She’s an exchange student from the states, a fashion major too, we have classes together.” Mitsuya spoke as he sketched out a few designs for a project. 

“This would make a nice jacket.” He shows Takemichi the blush pink corduroy square for him to feel. “Maybe pants too if she has enough. It’d look nice on Koko, he’s my model.” “It would! It’s nice and soft, like velvet! Koko’s super pretty too, it’ll look great.”

He steals glances at you every now and then. 

“Just talk to her dude, she’s literally so sweet.”

He doesn’t raise his head, still sketching away, but it’s clear who his words are directed to. Mitsuya has known him for quite some time, of course he knew how to read his pragmatic friend. 

“Yeah! Unless you’re scared.” 

He cuts his eyes at the crybaby blonde. Of course he wasn’t scared, just a bit apprehensive is all. 

He looks your way one last time.

Your back is to him and you have your MacBook open in front of you watching a recap of celebrity metgala looks. You’re enamored by your fashion content, even taking notes in your cute notebook with your adorable pom-pom pen. You’re too oblivious—too much of an airhead in your own dumb little world to notice that simp eye fucking you. 

Dude’s practically drooling while staring at your tits. It’s disgusting, enraging even. It boiled his blood, so much that he’s scooting his chair back to approach the both of you. Takemichi and Mitsuya watched him with careful eyes, since he didn’t say a word before he made his move. Fuck it, his pride was already shot and he didn’t have shit else to lose. 

You didn’t even notice him at first, both airpods in, now staring into your hello kitty shaped compact mirror while reapplying that sticky beauty supply lipgloss all over your plump pout. 

Before he could even stop himself he’s snatching up your homework sheet, scanning his eyes over this chump’s work. Wrong. Wrong. Most were either fucking wrong or incomplete! Complete bullshit and he was gonna let you turn that in?!? 

“Get the fuck outta here.” He’s speaks so calmly, it’s all the more sinister. 

The four-eyed geek is snatching up his bag and calculator so damn fast you’d think Chifuyu had a gun to his head. 

It pissed him off so bad! But why did it piss him off so bad? 

Probably because you’ve approached everyone but him as if he’s not one of the smartest people on this fucking campus. Probably fucked them all too, so why were you being so damn stingy with him? And why the hell was he so worried about it?

Chifuyu motions to sit down next to you, thighs spread with his hands clasped between them. He run’s his sweaty palms along his pants every now and then, trying to build the courage to speak to you. 

You give your lips one last smack, capping your lipgloss and shutting your compact. “Hey, you’re Mitsu’s friend! Do you know where…nevermind. I don’t even remember his name.”

“He said he had something to do, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.”

“Oh okay. What’s up?” You finally give him your undivided attention, dropping your stuff into your little designer baguette bag, turning in your chair until you’re facing him. You’re almost instantly entranced by those striking eyes, iris’ the color of sea glass. The dark locks of his undercut styled messy and wild. He’s cute. Real cute. 

“I like you.” Chifuyu has never been one to beat around the bush, even though his heart was nearly beating out of his chest right about now.

“You don’t know me to like me, so if you wanna fuck me, just say that.”

You say it like it’s nothing. Must be used to it by now, constant fetishizing instead of genuine attraction. But the way he’d been pining over you was much deeper than someone who just wanted a quick fuck. You plagued his mind—his thoughts, all you.

He runs his tongue over his lips, not in a creepy way, but because he’s nervous and they’re dry. Either way you still notice it, it’s kinda hot honestly. 

 “I do. I mean I would, but I don’t want to-I don’t have to,” He’s stumbling all over his words and it’s fucking embarrassing. Word vomit, is what Mitsuya calls it, it starts and there’s no telling when it stops. 

“Regardless, I wanna know you–I think you’re so pretty, I like your style, the way you dress and stuff. And I’ll do your homework, if you want. Or I can actually show you how to do it, cus’ if you turn this garbage in you’re sure to fail.” Chifuyu tosses out. He barely wanted to do his own, so why the fuck was he offering to do yours? Was he that desperate for your attention? 

You’re twirling your hair around your finger, head tilted. You’d never had one of them offer to teach you, just always offering to do it just to be in your space. 

“Hmmm..so you wanna be my tutor. I guess, but what’s in it for me?”

The blackette could feel his eye start to twitch, there’s no way you were serious. “I’m doing your homework and tutoring you for free, what the fuck else do you want from me?” He scoffs. 

Greedy bitch. 

“Boy please, I can have any of these other guys doing my homework. You obviously want something from me and I just wanna know what you’ll offer me in return.” 

“I don’t want anything from you, I’just want you.”

You stare at him and he stares back, that adorable face of his morphed into a slight pout. He holds eye contact the entire time, it’s almost intimidating, but his aura is so light and genuine. 

He’s a strange boy, you’ve concluded, but it’s intriguing. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t fuckin know,” He truly doesn’t know, you’re just a dumb girl he happened to see at school. Not the first and definitely not the last, but you’ve been on his mind since he first laid eyes on you. “But I like you, a lot. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He was infatuated and he didn’t know why. 

You divert your eyes, tapping your puffball of your pen against the wooden table. “What if I want you to fuck me?” 

There’s a pause, you look at him and he looks at you before he sucks his teeth. “You’re joking.” Even still, he feels the blood rushing from his cheeks to his cock.

“You said whatever I want.” He needs to make sure he heard that correctly. Was it a test? A prank? Because you’re obviously just fucking with him. “But if it’s too forward, we can just study I guess.”

He’s silent and so are you but the way he’s boring into your soul makes you wish you never brought it up at all. “You serious?”

You nod, batting your fluffy mink lashes at him and as lame as it sounds, that’s all it took. 

Next thing he knew, Chifuyu was eating his crush’s pussy in one of the private study rooms. He’s almost embarrassed at how quickly he fell to his knees, eager to slurp on your pretty, plump cunt. 

The library is old. One of the oldest buildings on campus, hasn’t been renovated since it was built. A private study room was the perfect place—just a windowless, concrete box where no one could see or hear you leaned on your back with your feet in the air while he sucked on your pussy. 

Your clit is juicy and suckable, the pink nub catches his attention the minute he slid your panties down and spread your thighs open. 

He’s used to keeping his face stuffed in a book back here, now he’d much rather have his face stuffed between your thighs every second of the day. 

You’re a sight to see right now, tits spilling out from under your top, panties looped around one of your ankles and your skirt is flipped up and out of the way, away from the mess he’s making between your thighs. 

He’s so messy with it, spitting on it and slurping it back up, licking stripes up your sweet pussy until your clit is peeking out of its hood.

“So good.” He breathes out, spreading you wider. From your hole, all the way up and back down again, his tongue leaves no part of your cunt untouched. He’s dragging up one last time before sucking your cute little clit between his lips, running his hands up and down your plush thighs and belly. 

After a while you lean up and your shaky hands manage to pry those supple pink lips away from your clit, his lips leaving your pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’. “Waittt, I never got your name.” You whined. 

As if names, or lack there of, had ever stopped you. But you desperately wanted to know his and you wanted to scream it when you came—which would be very soon if he kept sucking on your clit like that. 

He’s gazing up at you with those dazzling seafoam green eyes, silvery strands of your slick still connected to his lips when he pulls away from your pussy. 

“Chif-fuck...” He’s huffing and puffing trying to catch his breath, resting his head on your thigh for a moment. Your hand is running through his hair, back and forth petting motions until his breathing slowed. “Chifuyu. Matsuno..Chifuyu.” 

He rarely gave his full name, at least not to people he held no respect for. But you were different, he just knew you were. He’d never been this intrigued by another person since middle school when he met the infamous Baji.

“Chi-fu-yu. Chif-uyu.”

You test it on your tongue, wanting to get every syllable right. It makes him fucking melt, the sound of his name flowing from your glossy lips is so pretty. Fuck, he needed to hear you moaning, screaming and babbling it like a little slut. His little slut.

He wastes no time pressing his lips back to your pussy, licking thick stripes up and down, fat tongue relentlessly teasing your entrance and dragging back up to your clit.

“F-fuck how are you so good at this..” It catches you off guard. His head is sloppy and nasty, but not too wet with just enough teasing to drive you insane. It’s almost as if he’d been acquainted with your pussy before this, but you know there’s no way. 

You barely notice how your body subconsciously rocks against him, rubbing your pussy up and down his face, your clit bumping his little button nose every single time. 

Your question falls on deaf ears. 

The once bright-eyed boy is now staring at you, his eyes alarmingly low and glossed over as he loses himself. 

He’s too far gone now, lost in absolute bliss between your thighs—the taste of your gooey, sticky cunt, your moans, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pussydrunk wasn’t even the word.

He lets you use him. Lets his tongue hang slack against his chin for you to grind your puffy clit against it. His face is wet and sticky and he’s covered up to his cheeks in your slick. He can barely breathe, you’re rocking far too fast for him to get a breath in, but even still Chifuyu would eat your pussy until he was blue in the face if it meant pleasing you. 

Every inhale is laced with your scent and it’s like an aphrodisiac. Everything about this was so perfect. He can feel the shivers running up and down your body—you’re close, he knows it and that’s when he gets relentless. 

“G-nna cum for you baby..can I cum?”

Christ, the way his dick jumped should’ve been a sin. Chifuyu hums against your clit, groans his approval so his lips don’t have to abandon your perfect pussy again. You can feel every single lick & suck and even the puffs of air he breathes out of his nose as he slurps on your cunt, teasing your sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Chifuyu. Mmm, I’m cumming. Chifu-” 

Your climax hits you like a punch to the gut, knocks the wind out of you and has you doubling over with your hands tangled in his dark locks, your trembling thighs squeezing against his neck. 

Your moans and pants are so sexy, he loves you like this. You don’t even realize you’re running from him until he grips your hips tighter, pulling you forward and holding you taut.

He’s desperate to drink up all you’ll give him, thick tongue gliding over your hole before he’s shoving it inside. Not a drop of your lovely essence goes to waste as you let him get his fill. 

The chime of the desk phone startles you and forces him to part from your cunt. He looks at you and you look at him, you make no move to get it forcing him to. 

“Chifuyu!” The librarian calls, he frequents this place so often that the two of them have gotten quite familiar. “Sorry to bother you and your girlfriend, but the library closes soon-“ She’s checking her watch. “In about ten minutes hun.” 

“Ah, okay! Thank you Miss and she’s not-” When he catches the dial tone he places the phone back on the receiver. 

“She says we have ten minutes until the library closes.” 

Before he can even finish, you’re already on your knees shoving his joggers and underwear down in one swift move. His dick is gorgeous—thick with a pretty pink tip. You’re not sure about the size, seven maybe seven and a half inches. Either way, it fills your mouth perfectly, big and heavy on your tongue as you lick the precum dripping from the tip.

The minute he feels your mouth on him he nearly loses all control, knees threatening to give. Chifuyu grips your jaw, popping his cock out of your mouth with an audible ‘pop.’

He notices a dip in between your brows. A frown? 

A pouty frown on your pretty face accompanied by a roll of your eyes. So cute. 

“Chifuuu,” You whining his name is tearing him apart inside, staring up at him with those doe eyes. “We only have 10 minutes. I wanna make you cum.” 

He’s pulling you back up, spinning you until your ass is pressed against his crotch. 

“I know pretty…I’m gonna fuck you.” His voice is breathy, desperate. “That okay?”

It’s soft but he hears it. The soft ‘yeah’ tumbling from your lips, the small gasps of anticipation as  you raise up on your tip toes to meet his height. He’s sliding his length through the junction of your thighs, coating himself in your slick.

It’s so good, this little crevice between your thighs and cunt feels like heaven. Like the warmest hug embracing him with every push and pull of his hips.

He has to force himself to pull away. He wouldn’t be able to face you again if he came from fucking your thighs. 

Blunt fingertips melt into the plush flesh of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch as he slides past the tight ring of your entrance, a loud squelch greeting him when he bottoms out. 

You’re the epitome of enticing, a pretty bitch with a perfect pussy, and honestly he feels undeserving. He feels his infatuation for you growing deeper, except this is something he wants, no, needs forever.

He’s so gentle, stroking slow and stretching you out just right cus it’s a tight fit. 

Despite the wetness dripping down your thighs, you feel every single inch of him. The burn of the stretch, the slight ache as he kisses your cervix with every clumsy thrust. Your pussy feels so good around him, like it was made for him. Made to take his dick. 

“I didn’t—I didn’t think you’d be so b-big.”

Snaking his hands around your neck, he’s pulling you up so your back meets his chest, rolling his hips so the thick head of his dick mushes against the gummy walls of your g-spot. Your legs are trembling but he holds you up. Heavy breaths against your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Mmm, yeah? You don’t think much of me at all, do you? Think you’re too good for me?” 

“Noooo! I don’t think that.” He’s not letting up, stroke after stroke, until you’re creaming all over him, and even then, he still doesn’t stop. “W-would never… think that.”

The thick white fluids settling at the base of his cock, the slick gush of your pussy every time he fucked into you. It was driving you mad. 

“I don’t exist in your world,” Thrust after thrust. “But you consume mine, I want you so bad.”

Your brain is fuzzy, just barely able to make out what he’s saying. “I-ah want you tooo…y’know just h-how to handle me baby.”  

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Of course I do.”

You’re not sure if it’s the sureness in his voice or the sweet kiss he presses against the bare skin behind your ear that sends you over the edge but your climax hits you like a train carrying the sweetest bliss. You don’t utter a word, just deep breaths and pants, a quiet belt of his name towards the end as you melt into him with every buck of his hips. He feels it—the spasms, the trembling, the cozy warmth you coat him in, an impromptu reminder that he’s unprotected inside of you. Still, he fucks you through it, just until he’s close enough-

“F-f-fuuuck.” The groan rips through his throat as he reaches his end, the grip on your neck loosens as he pushes you down and spills his seed all over the cheeks of your ass. 

He’s so unprepared it’s a shame, forced to use the inside of his turtleneck to clean the mess he made, even going as far as to place you up on the table and wipe between your thighs.

“Oh you didn’t have to- I have wipes..” 

“No big deal, didn’t wanna dirty your skirt. You made this, right?” He rubs the hem of the frayed pink denim, recall’s seeing a square of this same fabric on the ring you gave Mitsuya. 

“I-I did. How did you know?” 

 “I remember seeing you sketching it out. Glad it turned out nice enough for you to wear. It’s cute..” He trails off when you avert your gaze.

“Thank you. I’m glad too…” You trail off and you avert your gaze.

“Don’t go acting shy on me, y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve seen it, something akin to a smile on his cute little face, his eyes are as bright as stars as he stares down at you. It’s odd, almost as if the roles had changed.

“I’m not!” You whine. “It’s just strange, you’re strange Chifuyu.” 

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[laceymorganwrites]

Certified babyboy Denji hcs

The sweet:

he always hums when he feels safe

doesn´t have the best singing voice but he loves music to death and is always dancing around somehow

this boy will not stop moving, be that tapping his fingers, feet or swaying his head

does happy dances when he eats good food, sees cute animals or when the sun is out

he is actually a good listener but nobody ever believes him

when he´s with you he tries extra hard to listen to you cause he´s interested in everything you have to say but he gets so distracted thinking about how beautiful you are that he just zones out

always has this goofy grin on his face, so many people called him dumb because of it but he can´t help it

they don´t know what he´s been through and how much it means to him that he can finally live safely 

literally obsessed with chocolate and homecooked food

loves to bake once he learns how to 

you can read him like a book whenever he´s nervous or shy

has the cutest fucking pout

but he only shows his sad and vulnerable side to people he really trusts with his whole heart (I could write a whole essay about this ngl)

has sweaty hands and is shy to hold yours because of that but is over the moon when you say you don´t mind

overall way too excited about dates

will literally jump in the air and be over the moon over a simple boba date 

most people think he´s annoying and dumb because of this, since he just expresses his positive feelings so overtly, especially happiness and excitement

while at the same time he just bottles up negative feelings

will get lost in your eyes and bump into things if you don´t hold his hand at all times

likes to be close to you at all times

is constantly warm, even though he grew up in shitty environments that were super cold

has a bunch of hobbies but it changes weekly

however he´s one of those people who actually sticks with them all cause they´re so fun and he´s sad he can´t do them all as much as he wants to

makes faces at the mirror all the time and sings in the shower

looks like low effort, just out of bed but actually puts a lot of thought into his appearance cause he wants to look good, especially to you, but mostly he just fails 

loves tickling you and spinning you around

sharing meals, feeding you, getting fed by you, eating is just much more fun with you around

gives everything a name and nickname 

The spicy:

spit. just spit

loves it when you spit in his mouth 

generally drools a lot 

horny all the time, but it gets annoying a lot too 

oversensitive virgin baby 

biggest fucking praise kink

pull his hair to make him moan

is embarrassed about being loud in bed but he just can´t hold back, lots of whines especially

loves it when you hold him close, the feelings overwhelm him so much that he just needs this safety

his hands are always shaky

cries when he cums

oral fixation!!!

loves to eat you out but calms down so much when he can suck on your tits

he finds it very intimate when he gets to suck on your fingers

eye contact is super important to him

gets overstimulated on accident, he just can´t help it, feels too good

will call you master 

don´t ask why but put him in a cute maid dress and his confidence just boosts, you were thinking he´d be super subby and you could be rougher with him but instead he doms you 

is a switch heavily leaning sub and mostly when he doms you it´s very gentle, more of a service top rlly but whenever he´s in dom mood he just wants to worship you

mostly happens when you´ve been away a long time

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[icanseethefuture333]

PAC: How you see your appearance vs how other people percieve your beauty 🤍

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"I see your true colors shining through. . . And that's why I love you 🌈"

Pile 1:

Shufflemancy -

Platform Shoes by Slayyyter

Splish Splash by DreamDoll ft. Cupcakke

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

Ace of Water, The Emperor, & Seven of Water "Illusion"

You are just tooooo cute, Pile 1 💞! Literally the embodiment of sugar, spice, and everything nice. I feel like you are a very cute and adorable person. Your appearance could be feminine and clean. I'm thinking of the pink, coquette aesthetic. I also see glossy lips, nail sets, and long eyelashes (you could wear extensions or need to go get them filled in again). You see yourself as gentle and caring. You may think you are fragile or dainty? Or resemble characters from those 2000s movies or you remind people of a novel love interest. Your style could be either soft, mcbling, or y2k, possibly a mixture of them all. You could use like childhood movies, stuffed animals, or shopping for comfort or as a coping method. There is also something unique about your appearance, perhaps you have beauty mark, freckles, a crooked tooth, round cheeks, etc. You have something that makes you stand out! Which is really cool :D! How people percieve your beauty - they think you are unreal somehow? They think you are like "Hollywood star" beauty. Even though you are not "perfect" it makes you likeable and relatable. For those who have a social media influence or popular regarding to their school, hometown, etc. Some might even wonder if you had plastic surgery done. Also for those wondering if you'd look good with plastic surgery - yes you would! I'm not seeing anything too extreme as regards to plastic surgery but for those who like the "bimbo" look they could totally rock it. Or you are able to transform yourself with makeup. People who identify as more masculine or men find you so attractive. You could be popular amongst mascfems, studs, or men who are comfortable with their masculinity. It's giving "my girl can wear whatever she wants because I know how to fight". For any men reading this 🥰 I feel like people are so in awe or you! Like you would be the prettiest man anyone has ever seen in their life. (Clarified by The Moon. Faking It by Sasha Alex Sloan). Aw you really are a sensitive person deep down, pile 1. I feel like not many get to see you when you are down or know about the late nights you stayed up crying. You may have had your heart broken before or had your heart broken by someone more than once (I'm so sorry :(!). I feel like when you have your moments of depression or feel sadness you feel really self conscious. So you could use makeup as a mask to cover to what you're feeling down. You don't have to fake a smile or portray being happy, baby. Try to practice some self care and focus on your inner beauty when you feel deep down. Spend time with a trusted friend and tell then what's been on your mind. Practicing affirmations and mirror work can also help past wounds. Take care of that precious, tenderheart of yours my little carebear 🐻!

Pile 2:

Shufflemancy -

I Am Who Am (Killin' Time) by Mac Miller ft. Niko Randa

Wake Up by Logic ft. Lucy Rose

Wife You Up by Russ

King of Fire, Adjustment, & The Sun

Pile 2, I feel that you are a natural beauty! You're not one for wearing lots of makeup or styling your hair too much. I see that you just really like to be comfortable. For how you view yourself, you could really like your facial structure :)! Your cheekbones might be defined or you have a nice jawline. On a typical day to day, your everyday style would consist of your hair pulled up into a ponytail or bun, wearing sweats, or a t shirt and jeans. You could also be a hard worker or your job requires you to have shifts early in the morning. For some of you in this pile, you could work in a café and make coffee, tea, boba, smoothies, or anything to do with drinks. People at your job love coming to you because you give great customer service. Also they see you as "girl/boy next door type". A friendly, good citizen. For how others percieve your beauty - they think your features are balanced and harmonious. Perhaps your face is quite symmetrical or your beauty feels familiar. You also have a very radiant smile or your laugh could be unexpected! You are a very bright and charming person ☀️! (Clarified by Four of Earth "Stability". Baby Girl by Chloe x Halle) I feel that you have been putting off a dream or haven't been paying attention to your inner child. pile 2. What have you done for yourself lately? You should take a break and focus on doing some fun activities to take care of your spirit. You are very generous towards others but seem to neglect your own needs sometimes! Try to go for a nice walk or be in nature, it'll do you some good! Also don't be afraid of being silly, you don't have to be so serious all the time. Perhaps doing volunteer work at a children's school or museum could let your playful side come out to play. Your inner child also wants to do some coloring or dancing. For some people in this pile, leap frog could be significant or a favorite childhood game 🐸.

Pile 3:

Shufflemancy -

Stretch You Out by Summer Walker ft. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

Masquerade by Siouxxie Sixxsta

Test Drive by Ariana Grande

Two of Earth "Change", Nine of Water "Joy", & Nine of Earth "Gain"

This pile is very specific. I'm seeing dark hair, dark eyes, and fair to medium skintones. Your hair could be straight and black or dark brown (some of you have dyed your hair a wine red). Your eyes are almond shaped and your eyebrows are arched. If you identify as feminine, you really give off like 2014 ig baddie vibes, pile 3! Some of you could be black, Hispanic/Latin, or Southeast Asian descent. I'm reminded of those tiktoks of girls doing "chicana" makeup, so that could be how you like to do your makeup. For the fellas, you could have nice eyebrows, and a moustache that compliments your full lips. I feel very strongly that you have Scorpio, Sagittarius, or Virgo in your big 3. For how you view yourself, you don't like to stick with one look, you are always changing up your appearance 😂. I feel like when you are sticking to one thing for too long you're like "ugh I need to dye my hair" or "I need a new tattoo". You always have a different style. You like to switch it up every now and then. For how others see your beauty, they see you as very abundant! You may wear high quality jewelry (diamond earrings, gold necklace, etc.), luxury brands, and expensive shoes (some people here are sneakerheads 👟). They could admire as well that you're generous with your wealth and you could do a lot or provide for your family. (Clarified by Four of Water "Comfort". Again by P-Lo, E-40, & LaRussell). Some of you could like to party?! LMAO. In my card there is otters here and I feel that you have a group of friends that you hang out with on a daily basis. Some of you could like to go out clubbing and enjoy drinking alcohol? 😂 You usually have to be responsible in your family but with your friends you get to be the one who can be reckless instead. There's something about a car so if that doesn't resonate with you, either you or your friend take turns being designated drivers. Be careful when driving, pile 3! Have fun rolling with the homies 🚗

Pile 4:

Shufflemancy -

Unique by Miliyah

Smoke Weed Eat P*ssy by Ängie

Roof by Rico Nasty

Four of Fire "Perfection", Ace of Earth, & Four of Air of "Truce"

Pile 4, you are really confident in yourself! I'm seeing that you don't really care what other thinks about how you look and live to please yourself. Your style could be alternative, you have bangs, and your hair has layers. Perhaps you have a mullet, curtain bangs, or a feathered layers. Some of you have your hair dyed with highlights such as green, blue, blonde, etc. For your makeup, your eyeliner could have a thick wing, or you have a signature smokey eye look. You could also like to have wear faux freckles or you have actual freckles. Your lips could often be seen with black lip liner and a signature cherry red lipstick. You could have piercings, I'm seeing specifically a septum piercing, snake bites, or gauges. There could also be a tattoo on your shoulder, forearm, or back, even possibly a sleeve. There could be Aries, Taurus, or Aquarius in your big 3 as well. You could also be apart of the LGBTQ+ community. How people perceive your beauty is that you have a tough exterior but deep down you are a calm and peaceful person. Which is interesting in comparison to your appearance. Your aura is comforting and nice to be around :D! (Clarified by Six of Fire "Success". Falling for U by Peachy!, MXMTOON) This is so cute 🥺! So there is someone who secretly has a crush on you or you have some secret admirers. Possibly someone in your friend or group you interact with on a daily basis. They are super shy around you and wish they could tell you how pretty/handsome that you are ☺️. If you already know who this is and feel the same way, perhaps encourage them a bit or flirt with them so they could confess their feelings 💞 (*sniffles* I ship 🤧😍)

Pile 5:

Shufflemancy -

Use Your Heart - Interlude by SWV

Love You Down by Ready For The World

Freakend by Megan Thee Stallion

The Empress, Ace of Water, & Temperance

Okay Pile 5, I know this is tired and old but... Mommy? Yes. Mommy? Yes. I cannot 😭 Some of you could give off milf vibes and you know this. You are either mature for your age or this pile is for my ladies in their 30s and up (It's giving "Damn Ms.Parker finer than a motherf*cker, I'd knock the dust OFF that p*ssy!" 😂😂😂). This Pile is very feminine and sensual. Your body could be very curvaceous 😏 body shaped like a figure 8 fr. Your lips could be plump and kissable as well 😚. If you identify as a masculine (either pronouns, style, gender, etc). You are just a very beautiful man. You could possibly get babied by the female figures in your life lol. Perhaps you have older sisters or a lot of women in your family. You just appear as the people would say "written by a woman". You could like to wear long flowy dresses, heels, cardigans, blouses, etc. Some people here could love the 80s/90s aesthetic. I'm visualizing somebody with big fluffy curls. Also you could attract partners who are younger than you or crave someone who is maternal in their life 🥴. (Clarified by The High Priestess. So Much More by Xaiver Omär) For how people perceive your beauty, you are down to earth, and just naturally stunning. You could have a good heart as well and possibly do some sort of service for the community. You could be great with kids or love animals as well. Religion or spirituality is significant in your life. So your devotion to God or your faith in the spiritual realm is admirable. People find you wise and want to gain knowledge from your life lessons. I feel that some of you may worry people only consider you just a pretty face with a nice body but that's far from the truth. The people who do appreciate you think you are so kind and memorable to them. Also if you ever feel insecure or lonely, your spirit guides want you to know how much they love you. So if you ever need someone to comfort you in a time of need, call upon your deities, angels, etc.

Pile 6:

Shufflemancy -

Girls by Kid Cudi ft Too $hort

Single by The Neighbourhood

겨울 탓 (Winter) by SAAY ft. Woo

The Tower, Eight of Earth "Circumspection", & Ace of Air

Trigger warning

This is interesting. So Pile 6, I see that your appearance actually makes you feel stress or turmoil at times. You could be really self conscious about how you look. For some of you, you could have experienced some sort of traumatic event, or had an injury which drastically caused for you to change. For example, you could have burn scars, large bruises, etc. Some other messages coming through that your self image is warped due to experiencing some sort of abuse (either from a partner, bullying at school, etc). I am really sorry for everything you're going 🥺! I wish you healing and hope you can grow to learn to like how you look. Just know that what other people said or done to you is never your fault and just projecting their own self hatred and insecurities onto you. Now to talk about your physical traits that stand out. You have wavy light brown hair, brown to hazel eyes, and textured skin (sun spots, freckles, wrinkles, etc). For how people perceive your beauty, I see you have some supporters who find your story very motivational. People in your family know the hard work and the steps you took in order to survive and they commend you for it. This is a selective message for only of a few of you but your ancestors have been with you since the beginning of your journey. In this card there is a family of elephants, animals who are known to never forget. Your guides want you to remember the people who did you wrong but also learn to not hold grudges because it will hinder your growth. Practicing journaling, shadow work, and using prompts could help improve your self esteem and provide clarity as to why you have such negative thoughts about your appearance. Also maybe asking your loved ones what makes you beautiful could you help a boost of condience. (Clarified by Mother of Earth. Glitch by Buddy ft. Tinashe) I feel as you get older, you are going to appreciate yourself, your life, and the lessons it had for you. I'm even seeing as you age you will look even more beautiful! One day your will develop wrinkles in the corner of your eyes and see gray hairs at your roots but you will find yourself to be happy about it. Gratitude is a big thing here. The reason why it's because you have to think about not many people live a long life so the fact that you will be blessed to do that, is amazing! Also for some of you I could see that you will look into manifestation. Perhaps you will use law of attraction, subliminals, or affirmations to work on your confidence and feeling more beautiful. You will start trusting your intuition and experiencing "glitches" in the matrix. You will see life doesn't have to be so hard or always be difficult, there can be wonderful moments as well.

Pile 7:

Shufflemancy -

January 28th by J. Cole

AMERICAN GURL by Kilo Kish

EARTHA by Jamila Woods

Six of Air "Knowledge", Five of Air "Conflict, & The Hermit (reversed)

Pile 7, I feel that you are just now acknowledging how beautiful you are! Perhaps you went through a period of being a wallflower or were very shy. You are coming out of your shell and taking steps in embracing your beauty :D! Awesome! Your appearance could be very ethereal. I'm getting that you have features that stand out and you are beautiful with an eclectic style. I'm reminded of like a alien or stars in the galaxy (some of you could be interested in starseeds, sci-fi, or conspiracy theories). This message could be only for some but there was either a friend or ex partner that you had in your life that was jealous of you. They would put you down so you wouldn't feel confident in yourself (Yuck! What a hater 🙄). This caused you to feel self conscious and out of place but now you are taking back your power. You are realizing this person was just projecting their own issues onto you. If this person is still in your life, I highly advise that you cut this person off! They don't wish to see you happy or succeed. I am sure you know who this person is as well. (Clarified by The Star. Vamp by Father ft Tommy Genesis) Oh yeah this person is gonna be fucking miserable 😂. You are gonna experience a huge glow up, Pile 7! I feel like this person has been giving you the evil eye and your spirit guides are not playing that shit. They are gonna get what's coming to them for trying to dim your light and sabotage you. The energy vampire will be gone 🧛🏽‍♀️! You are going to be healing your self esteem and from the past wounds people have inflicted onto you. You get to shine bright and be the star that you are my lovely, pile 7 🌠 Congratulations!

Pile 8:

Shufflemancy -

BIBI Vengeance by BIBI

Icy by Kim Petras

Do You? By Troyboi

The Magus, The High Priestess, & Mother of Air

Pile 8, honestly you are cool as fuck 😎! You could be a model or into fashion, if not, you totally should to start pursuing something along those lines of a career because you have such a chic aura! I'm seeing that you could have sleek hair, slanted eyes, and a prominent facial structure. I'm being reminded of models like Sora Choi and Anok Yai. You could have cool toned skin and wear colors that contrast well with your undertones. You have almost like a ice queen/king presence. People could be intimidated by your presence or find you very intriguing. You could have a popular social media presence or would be eventually be big on the internet. I believe you are aware that because of your appearance it could be marketable or know your looks could attract financial wealth. For how others perceive your beauty; They consider you mysterious, smart, and strong. (Clarified by Two of Air "Equilibrium". DICTATOR by REI AMI.) I'm being reminded of Azula from The Avatar: The Last Airbender. She was raised to be a weapon by her father but was just only a teenager. She began to crack under pressure and suffered a mental breakdown in the dual with her brother Zuko and Katara. You could have a duality to yourself. On the outside, you are stoic and regal - but deep down you could be sentimental and nervous. You could be nostalgic about some things in your life and possibly worry about if you are making the right decisions. Some of you could have parents with strong expectations as well. Please don't be so hard on yourself, pile 8! It's okay to make mistakes for that is how we learn. I know it can be scary to be vulnerable but try to let others in and get to know you for the real you. You could have a avoidant attachment and often doubt others when they try to show their love for you. You don't trust many people and either stay alone or only have a few close friends that you adore. I'm seeing also that you are artistic and have a strong work ethic. For some of you, you could have anxiety, which affects your mental health. Try to pick up a hobby to help calm you down or ease those racing thoughts of yours. Being in nature, socializing with animals, or going to a art class could be helpful or significant to some of you.

Pile 9:

Shufflemancy -

Press Your Number by Taemin

Deja Vu by ATEEZ

Pretty by FAKY

Daughter of Fire, Ace of Fire, & Wheel of Fortune

Omg pile 9, you are my hotties 🥵😍!!! You know you're the shit and nobody could tell you different (period!). You really have the mindset of being the "main character" and live life to the fullest. You could have short hair, buzzcut, or part of your head is shaved while the rest of it is long (Word to Doja: "Lost a lil' weight, but I ain't never lost a tushy. Lookin' good, but now my bald head match my 🐱"). You could also have a prominent nose, plump lips, darker skin, piercings (eyebrow, nose, or lip? Possibly all 3!), and a tummy pouch (you could have a belly button piercing too). Some of you could be proud of your booty or like to twerk, don't matter the size 😂. You wear bangles, crystals, waistbeads, and gold hoops. As for your style you dress like it's summer all the time. You could wear tube tops, crop tops, denim shorts/capris, baggy jeans, flip flops, and sneakers. You could get compliments a lot and be told that your style is "fresh". For how people perceive your beauty, they think you are lucky, blessed, and a joy to be around! I'm getting a vision of someone rub their hands 👏🏽. So people want to rub off some of your luck. NSFW but some people want to feel up on you 😂. They think your skin looks radiant and soft or want to touch your curves/muscles. (Clarified by The Sun. Going Off by P-Lo) Idk why I'm hearing "Step outside hoe. Step outside!" 🤣 You are enjoying your freedom and letting loose. You could be the type of person people always see on social media traveling places or partying. If any of you still live with your parents, y'all are stressing your mfin' parents tf OUT 😭💀! You could have to sneak out or lie about where you're going with a cover up outfit just to go places. You get away with a lot though because of how much they love you 😮‍💨 I'm getting some of you could be the youngest child. Your family think you can be a knucklehead but they love your energy and you make them laugh and smile during the hard times. Also this could be a message for a select few but some of y'all need to stop getting into fights or arguments 😭! Please learn to pick and choose your battles lol. Make sure to handle your substances responsibly (Mary Jane by Rick James came on so if you guys like to smoke weed or drink alcohol, be careful of your surroundings 😅!).

#pac #pick a card #tarot #tarot reading #tarot cards #pick a card reading #witchcraft #astrology #wicca #Spotify

[beskarandblasters]

Was it all a dream?

Chapter Four: Lovely to be rained on with you

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Series summary: You’ve always had vivid dreams, an escape from your monotonous life. But one night, something appears in your dreams that keeps reoccurring; a pair of brown eyes. -Or- Two people, in completely different parts of the galaxy, find each other in their dreams and try to make sense of the strange connection they share.

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), switches between Reader and Din’s POV, story takes place in the dream realm and the real world, takes place somewhere between the end of season two/Book of Boba Fett/beginning + middle of season three, eventual smut, line between reality and dreams gets blurred, use of Mando’a words and phrases, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: Picking up where the last dream left off; a physical connection.

Word count: 2.5k

Chapter warnings: fluff, sex outside, sex in the rain, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, Reader and Din are very touch starved, hair pulling (Din’s), pet names (ner vercopa = my dream)

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

You 

Is it possible to fall for someone who exists only in your dreams? 

Well, he says he exists in the real world, somewhere in the galaxy, but you’re unsure. Part of you feels stupid for falling for someone you just got on good terms with, someone you just kissed for the first time – all of this taking place in a dream, no less. This newfound intimacy you just barely started to share with him has you feeling self-conscious. You’ve only had sex once. It’s hard to have sex regularly on a planet where you’re one of the only humans. And to put it lightly, the Sullustans… don’t exactly do it for you. You can’t wait for the next time you’ll see Din, wondering just how far your intimacy will go. 

But as your dreams get more vivid… more enjoyable, real life grows unbearable. 

Shoan has been transferred to your new department, yet again only working a few stations down from you. He’s been standing uncomfortably close to you on the shuttle to and from work. In response, you’ve resorted to stealing different blaster parts in the hopes of constructing one by yourself at home.

That you’d have a way to defend yourself if need be. But you don’t even want to think about that just yet. 

There’s a small part of you that wants to escape, leave this planet entirely. Why not? Nothing is holding you here anyway. But the rational part of you tells you that it’s silly to leave everything you know (that is if you don’t get shot down in the process) for a man you’ve just met – a man you don’t know for a fact is even real. 

In your spare time, you decide to find out if the locations you’ve been dreaming of are real or not. During time spent at the library, you found out that the first time you saw him, you were on the planet Coruscant. You don’t know too much about Coruscant other than it’s the capital of the galaxy. As for the other planets, you think the time you saw him at a market place you were on an Outer Rim planet. You just can’t narrow it down with one. The snowy planet was Hoth and the forest one was Endor. But as for the mountainous place bathed in purple light? You can’t figure out where it is or if it’s even real. 

But when you’re not working or researching all you can do is anxiously wait to see him again, wondering where your subconscious will take you this time. 

-

Soft rays of sunlight peek down below between holes in the clouds. There’s a lake in front of you, small waves rolling on the surface, carried by the wind. A grove of trees behind you is in bloom, clusters of petals fall off the branches and drift away in the gentle breeze. It’s peaceful here, wherever you are. 

But where is he? Where is Din? It’ll only be peaceful here by yourself for so long. Too much solitude is ominous. If you’re going to enjoy this beautiful place, you want him here at your side. 

You look down at your clothes. They’re different this time– a short-sleeved shirt and a long flowy skirt. Why are they different? Din’s clothes are the same. They never stray from his all-black attire. 

You walk down closer to the lake, sitting just a few feet from the water’s edge. All you can do is wait. Maybe he’s not asleep yet. You close your eyes and relax, feeling the soft grass, ground yourself in the moment. After what feels like forever you hear his voice call out, “There you are!”

You turn your torso to get a look at him barreling down the rolling hill towards you. He’s 

wearing the same thing– of course he is. And he’s got a wide grin, eyes lit up like he’s ecstatic to see you. He sits down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder like he did in the cave. 

“Someone’s happy,” you chuckle. 

“Just relieved I found you.”

“Where did you… spawn? Wake up? I’m not sure how to phrase that.”

He turns and points over the hill. “Somewhere over there. I got nervous when I didn’t see you,” he says, turning back to face the lake. 

“You got nervous?” you tease.

“...Yes,” he admits after a beat. 

That makes your stomach flutter, knowing he was searching for you, knowing that he’d miss your absence. You should leave it alone, not persist the matter any further but you have to know more.

“Why?” you prod. 

“I…”

He works through his thoughts as you remain silent. 

“I know we don’t know each other that well yet but I like this, vercopa.”

Vercopa. What does it mean? 

“Vercopa?”

“...Ner vercopa… my dream.”

His dream. Oh, how that makes your heart flutter. 

“I like this, too,” you say, leaning into him more. You feel him let out a sigh of relief as if he was worried you were going to hate the nickname. 

“What language is that?” you ask softly.

“I don’t know… I must’ve made it up,” he says, like he’s lost in thought.

You let it go, not wanting him to fixate on what it means. For what feels like hours, the two of you lean against each other, relaxing on the grass and staring at the lake. An environment like this is so foreign to you, one that you barely imagine even with the most vivid descriptions in a book. 

Suddenly, it starts to rain. Not a torrential downpour by any means, but a meek drizzle. As soon as the rain hits his skin, he stands, reaching a hand out to help you to your feet. 

“We should go,” he says, “Find some shelter.”

“Why?”

“It’s raining,” he says.

It’s raining. 

…You’ve never felt the rain before. You’ve never really felt any of the elements before, besides the fleeting amount of sunshine you get between the walk from the shuttle and the doors of the factory. For as long as you can remember, you’ve been bound to the underground life on… wherever you live. You can’t recall where right now, of course. 

“I’ve never felt the rain,” you tell him. 

“No?”

You shake your head no and he sits back down beside you. 

“I haven’t… felt the rain in a long time,” he admits. 

“Might as well enjoy it then,” you say, returning to your rightful place, engulfed in his arms again. 

You’re starting to get damp, but it's not a bad feeling. It’s not cold, either. It’s a warm rain that feels inviting, welcoming. You pull a way for a moment to look at him– the way his skin glistens in the rain, the water dripping from his curls, the way his pupils are blown wide, leaving only a small ring of the familiar brown that consumes your every waking thought. Maker, you want him. And you already know that you can kiss him in a dream… Does that mean you can do other things, too?

Your lips crash into his and he immediately accepts the kiss, like he’s been waiting for you to make the first move. He’s so… cute, in the way he’s shy for affection yet also so eager for it. Like the last dream, you move so you’re no longer beside him, but straddling his lap. For a second, you’re worried you’ll wake up, worried that this precious moment will be ripped away from you once again. 

But you don’t. The moment is yours like the universe is letting you take hold of something for once in your life. 

Din’s hands migrate to your waist, clutching you desperately, like he too is worried you’ll both wake up again. His touch sets your skin aflame even as you’re being rained on. It’s so nice to be held by someone, to be desired. It’s been too long since you’ve felt the embrace of someone who truly wants you. Continuing the kiss, you bring your hands to either side of his face, running your thumbs over his patchy facial hair. But then your hands migrate to the hair atop his head, fingers tangling themselves in his curly locks. And that does something. It pulls a deep moan from him.

“Too much?” you ask, pulling back but only a couple of inches so you’re still hovering over his lips. 

“No, I’m just not used to that.”

“You’re not used to someone touching your hair?”

“Nope.”

“Well… Do you like it?”

“I love it,” he breathes out as if he’s just discovered a new thing that makes him weak in the knees.

You return your lips to his, settling down on his lap and feeling his bulge press up against you. His hands move to your skirt, pulling it up and exposing your thighs. You grind your hips against him as he sinks his fingertips into your thighs, holding onto you for dear life. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you chuckle against his lips. 

“You don’t know that. What if we wake up?”

“Then we just go back to sleep,” you say, kissing him again. 

“I suppose,” he murmurs against your lips.

One of his hands slides up farther on your thigh, getting closer to your groin.

“Can I?”

“I’ve been waiting,” you tease, pulling yourself off of him to lie down on the grass. 

He moves to situate himself in between your legs and hikes your skirt up further, pulling off your underwear and spreading your thighs. He takes two fingers and runs them along your entrance, gathering at the wetness that’s already forming there. He pulls his fingers back and brings them to his mouth, closing his eyes and humming at the taste.

He slides one finger in, leaning forward so he’s hovering directly above your face, watching you react to his touch. Your eyes close, lashes fanning against your cheeks, skin peppered with tiny raindrops. Your mouth falls open as he curls his finger against your g-spot. It feels so good but you need more.

“More,” you beg.

“Only if you keep your eyes on me, ner vercopa,” he says, using his free hand to grab your chin. 

You open your eyes to find his locked onto yours, a connection so intense it makes you shy. But the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the galaxy that matters to him, it’s worth getting past the shyness.

Finally, he obeys your wishes, inserting another finger slowly. You let out a breathy moan at the newfound girth inside you, feeling your pleasure build as he pushes against your g-spot with both fingers. Just as you think you’re doing a good job holding on, he rubs his thumb over your clit, and the floodgates open. Your orgasm washes over, your cunt convulsing around his fingers. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing you while still holding onto your chin. 

He pulls back and rests on his knees, moving down to rest on his elbows. 

“Oh! You don’t have to-” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I want to taste the mess you made, ner vercopa,” he says, warm breath tickling your core. 

Without warning, he licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt, moaning at the taste of your release. He hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you close while he laps at your cunt. You grind yourself against his face, his nose rubbing at your sensitive clit. In no time, he pulls your second orgasm from you, your thighs shaking and your wetness coating his face. He pokes his head up once you’re done, smirking at you with the lower half of his face completely soaked. 

“You taste so good,” he says, rubbing his thumb along his jaw and licking the remnants of your high. 

Kriff, that was hot. 

Resting on his knees again, he pulls his already hard cock from his pants. He gathers some of your wetness on his hand and spreads it on his cock, giving it a few strokes. As he hovers over you, he aligns himself with your entrance, resting on his elbows on either side of your face. He kisses you as he enters you, your moans combining into one breathless sound. Your walls expand to accommodate his size as he buries himself to the hilt inside you. He draws his hips back and slams back into you, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. As he thrusts in and out of you, his eyes are locked on yours, his matted, wet curls sticking to his forehead. You bring your hand to his cheek, stroking his facial hair with your thumb. The whole experience is oddly intimate and romantic for someone you just met but it feels right, here in this field with the lake beside you and the raindrops glistening on your skin. 

With one last final jut of his hips, you come undone around his cock. Your walls squeezing around him triggers his release, too, spilling his cum inside you as you cum together harmoniously. He remains inside you until he goes soft, giving you one more kiss before pulling out. He collapses down on the grass beside you, pulling you into his chest. 

“That was amazing, ner vercopa,” he says breathlessly. 

“That was,” you affirm, tracing a finger up and his chest. “It’s been a while for me,” you admit, poking your head up. 

You wince in anticipation of his response, wondering if he’ll chastise you for your confession. But he doesn’t. 

Instead, he says, “Me, too. And I’m sorry for coming inside.”

“I don’t think that matters in a dream,” you laugh. He laughs, too, and it’s a sound you want to hear until the end of time.

You inch yourself up closer to kiss him again, a deep, passionate, needy kiss. 

But that’s when reality decides to be cruel. And you’re not in a field with your lover, wet from the rain. Instead, you’re alone in your bed, longing for his touch, and trying desperately to remember the nickname he gave you. 

Din

It’s the same thing every time; waking up alone Razor Crest. This time was different than all of the other dreams he’s had with you. You felt so real. You tasted so real. He would do anything to go back and feel more of you, to hear more of your pretty moans. Being there in the field with you made him realize just how touch-starved he is. And all he wants is to be back by the lake with you in his arms. 

In fact, he tries to go back to sleep but to no avail. It seems like that was in for now until he goes back to bed tonight. 

But besides the sex, there was something else that was different about that; the rain and how you chose to stay in it. His first instinct was to seek shelter and stay dry, but you chose to slow down and enjoy the moment. You made him appreciate something as simple and mundane as the rain, something you’d both been deprived of for so long. And that’s why he likes you. He likes you because you allow him to enjoy the simpler things in life, things he would normally miss. 

He’ll anxiously await the next dream and the next simplicity you’ll show him how to appreciate. 

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[demonichikikomori]

Shall We Date?: Ignihyde

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Diasomnia

How did your first date go?

Idia Shroud - Matching Charms

You knew a first date with Idia would be interesting. After all, you asked him out for a reason.

When he called you one late night, you weren't expecting him to ask you out on a date. You actually weren't sure what to expect since he doesn't ever call you. Most of your conversations were held over text.

He asked that you join him somewhere that weekend. He makes a vow to you, that the two of you will have fun.

What he does not tell you, is that he is taking you off of the Isle of Sages.

He wanted to take you around a city subdivision he loved to visit when he got out of his room, and with a hurried shove through one of the Headmages magic mirrors (he had gotten a favor from the Headmage), you had found yourself in a city of neon lights.

Anime characters on billboards, stores dedicated to claw machines, manga cafes, gachapon and vending machine alleyways. It was all exciting, but also overwhelming.

The two of you finally stopped to look at each other, and you wondered if you were maybe... Too overdressed. Seeing Idia's much more casual outfit, his long flaming hair in a messy braid, paired with an Ita bag of a very obscure anime character was a little jarring.

"Ah... You look amazing."

His voice was soft, and a small smile appeared on his face. You could see the tip of his braid turning pink. He finally told you his plan: to find the perfect matching keychains.

He was jealous of all the normies having ones of mascot characters they didn't even know! He wanted to have something like that with you! He wanted to post about it and show his online friends that you guys were madly in love!

He made you laugh, and you walked hand in hand to view the different gachapon machines and even making your way into some of the different manga shops.

The two of you soon settled on a machine, something you recognize as Sanrio. With the coins purchased and entered, the two of you prayed for a set of matching characters. Specifically My Melody and Kuromi.

Unfortunately.... That was not the case.

Idia had spun and so did you, then choosing to open the capsules together. You had gotten a small plush keychain of My Sweet Piano. Idia had gotten Pekkle. The two of you laughed at the sight, the characters didn't match at all. But to the two of you they did. Idia hung his from his Ita bag, and you had laced yours on the the zipper of your purse.

The both of you began to wonder if it would be a ship or not... My Sweet Piano x Pekkle as you ordered boba, and made your return back to NRC.

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[m1d-45]

the wind knows

summary: a series of haikus to ‘imposter’ reader, wherein kazuha knows the truth

word count: ~600

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma archon quest / kazuha lore? implied violence? imposter au things- it’s implied reader dies, so……

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yum1x

< masterlist >

many letters were scrapped, left to sit in the trash. when pen finally meets proper page, the sun has long since set. still, the motions are careful and sure, as if it hadn’t taken hours of preparation to bear fruit.

the world has waited

for the brightest star to fall

i have waited too

the faint scent of the sea stains the poem, the wax seal dusted with salt. contained within the envelope is the product of boredom at the docks, impatience vented onto paper.

an ocean between

the trip is bound by man’s speed

you are worth the wait

the high point of the crow’s nest allows for far sight, land appearing on the horizon a precious few moments before anybody below notices. words seem to appear in the mind, bandages staining with ink in the hasty retrieval of paper. once down, it would be transferred to something neater, but that is not the priority.

the geo-filled spires

meet together with crashing water

i hope we meet soon.

words are heard, names are called. even after a day of searching, of following the wind that has never led astray, nothing is found. nobody is found. the captain of the fleet makes a comment that goes unheard, thoughts caught up in new lines. a hand traces them out, even if there’s only air below; it’s never meant to be sent, after all.

liyue is empty

of nothing but what’s needed

where could you have gone?

the next day is just as fruitless, nobody at the docks reporting anything new. the wind brings him a small cluster of torn up pages, the familiar writing of lady ningguang scrawled across them. he can’t catch full phrases, the paper scraps too small, but the very fact that the shredded snow had fallen scares him in a way it shouldn’t. the wind warns, but of what?

rumors cross the streets

the air is taught with tension

please let it rest soon

the harbor bustles with more life than normal. people shout and cry, everybody slowly moving away from the docks and deeper into the city. sailors are confused, having only barely returned, but a flyer hastily shoved into their hands by a vendor makes everything clear. the sharp, commanding voice of the captain reads it out, the letter of execution snatched from her hands as red eyes hope and pray it’s fake.

i hope it’s not you

even as i know it is

how could this happen?

white hair shoves through a crowd, his mind blurred with both the aura of the divine and panic from the jeering people around. bodies press in around him but he forces his way though, managing to catch glimpses of the stage. the tianquan, lazily flipping the pages of her catalyst. the funeral director, star-filled eyes now blank and empty with hatred. and him, him, the one who bears an impossible amount of geo, him who stains the air with ancient names and archaic rituals, him with a spear that shines like pure gold in the sun.

kazuha finally bursts through the crowd, the eyes of the millelith snapping to him as he stumbles on the bricks below. it doesn’t matter. he’s too late.

for the second time, somebody he loved dies at the hands of an unfeeling god.

heretical sin

the world itself cries in pain

how could you leave me?

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[chocochipsushi]

𝟏 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤, 𝟏 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚

Been thinking about this one TikTok prank and immediately imagined Gojo, so I decided to write a short scenario.... but then I was like.... LET'S HAVE CARA'S HEAVENLY COMBO!!! So this is headcanon thingy for Gojo, Geto, and Toji.

🌸Warning: SFW but there's spanking and a bit of hair pulling 😬

🌸AU: You return from the toilet with a bubble tea (or boba) that you bought, and prank your boyfriend telling him that a man offered to buy it for you if you'd let him spank you.

🌸Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Toji

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Taking a few deep breaths to keep a straight face, you shake off any creeping giggles and smiles before walking round the corner to where you see your boyfriend waiting patiently for you, using his phone. 

“Oh my god, Satoru!” you exclaim as you get closer. He lifts his head and frowns at you with his azure eyes over the top of his sunglasses. “Some guy told me he'd get me a bubble tea if I'd let him slap my ass!”

A sharp eyebrow quirks in my direction. Gojo locks his phone. “Didn’t you go to the toilet?”

You feel a little confused over his question, because you had expected him to be mad right away. But you decide to answer anyway, “Yeah, I did.”

A furrow shows up between his eyebrows. “Where?”

With the hand holding the bubble tea you just bought, you point in the direction of where you came from. Gojo stands right away, and you notice that he doesn’t even notice the drink in your hand. He keeps his phone in his back pocket and starts to storm off. 

You’re speechless as you watch him walk towards where you came from. You stand there in confusion and disbelief, because you would have expected him to get mad at you for taking up that “offer”. Instead, he said nothing about it and headed right for the imaginary man who had just “assaulted” his girlfriend. 

You stand by the empty bench where Gojo had been waiting for you while you were gone. He takes so long that you’re wondering if you should call the ambulance. You know that he would be fine, but you’re worried that you might have gotten an innocent man injured. 

That is, until Gojo turns the corner 10 minutes later, holding two servings of bubble tea in his hands. He is grinning at you with a pep in his step as he walks towards you. A smile forms on your face as a giggle rises from your chest. 

“He got two hard ones in.” He makes a grimace as he shows you his “painful” bottom. But then he breaks into a grin. “Worth it,” he says as he lifts his drinks up to show you. 

You’re still giggling as you grab his collar. “You’re so stupid,” you mutter right before you press your lips on his boyish smile. 

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Geto is leaning against a lamp post, smoking a cigarette when you walk up to him, making sure your bubble tea is hidden from view. Once you’re close enough, you take a deep breath and feign anxiousness. 

“Suguru!” 

The male looks up at once, his slanted eyes focusing on you with all his attention. You can tell that he is worried. “You alright, babe?”

You try not to let your guilt affect you as you tell him, “I just came out of the toilet when some guy told me he’d buy me bubble tea if I let him spank me!”

At once, Geto flicks his cigarette butt away and pushes off the lamp post. His body is tense and you just know that he is ready to fight. “Where?” he growls. 

Hoping you do not regret this, you use the hand holding your bubble tea to point in the direction you came in. You could just tell that Geto is getting angrier by the second, that he doesn’t even notice the drink in your hand at first. 

“There!” you say, jabbing your finger in that direction again, making the drink slosh around in the cup. 

Geto takes a moment before he realises that something is off. First, a frown appears between his brows. Then, he blinks long and hard. And finally, he drops his gaze down to the thing in your hand. He stares at it for a long time. You see his body slowly losing all the tension that had been built up. Flickering his eyes up to you, you see an unimpressed stare. 

“Not funny.”

You purse your lips to hide your grin. “It's pretty funny,” you argue. 

“Idiot,” he mutters with an eye roll. 

You’re giggling when he snatches the drink out of your hand to take a sip of it, and that makes you laugh even more. 

“You like free bubble tea, Suguru?”

“Shut up.”

“Go let that man spank you and you’ll have one too.” 

Suguru is too fast when he grabs your arm and pulls you flushed against him. You gape up at him in shock, only to see his bottom lip caught between his teeth. You let out a squeak when he lands a big, fat slap on your bottom, causing you to stumble even closer to him, your face planted in his hard chest. As if to ease the pain, his assaulting hand flies to the back of your head to keep you buried in his pecs as he leans down to press a whisper of a kiss on your temple. 

“Now I owe you a free bubble tea.” 

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji is sitting on his bike leisurely with his helmet on his lap and his arm resting on it while he waits for you, smoking a cigarette. The moment he sees you coming round the corner, he takes a quick, long drag and throws the stick away. You can see him glancing down at the drink in your hand. He is always so observant. 

Upon reaching him, you innocently tell him, “A guy offered me a bubble tea if I let him spank my butt.” You take a small sip of your drink as you stare up at him with big, round eyes. 

Toji’s eyebrow quirks intimidatingly. “And you said yes?” 

“You spank me all the time. One spank for bubble tea is worth it.”

He leans back in his seat yet somehow, he looks even scarier, like he is towering over you. “You’d better be lying to me, baby.” You keep blinking at him with that same naive look on your face. Toji brushes his hair back, looking progressively frustrated and annoyed. “You know I’m not going to let this go.”

You hold the drink out to him and offer, “It’s yummy, Toji.”

He watches you for a few seconds. Then, he kicks the stand of his motorcycle and in a flash, he has swung his leg over his bike so that he is standing over you. 

“Where’s the fucking idiot?” he growls. 

You’re starting to feel a little anxious at how upset he is. But you try to stand your ground. “Dunno. Maybe gone.” You reach out to hold his inner forearm. “Can you buy me bubble tea the next time you spank me, too?”

Toji glares at you. “I’ll buy you bubble tea anytime, stupid girl. Now tell me where you saw that fucking bastard.”

You ignore his second statement. You beam at him. “And donuts, Toji?”

He gives you an astounded look. “Fuck, yeah, anything,” he answers impatiently. 

You immediately give up on the prank. You giggle and tell him, “Fooled ya! I just wanted to see your reaction because my friends tried it on their boyfriends too.”

He stares at you for so long that you start to feel a little stupid for playing such a prank on him. You’re about to open your mouth to apologise when he grabs your ponytail and yanks you roughly towards him, so that your head bumps his chest. You’re not breathing anymore, more so in anticipation. Toji curls your ponytail around his palm and pulls on it, tilting your head up so that when he leans down, his scarred lips are at your ear. 

His voice is low and husky as he murmurs, “You don’t know how lucky you are that I would miss you if you were gone.”

© chocochipsushi 2022 all works are mine, please do not rewrite/plagiarise

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[samspenandsword]

Midnight: Boba Fett/Reader (fem)

Summary: You decide to be a brat. Boba decides to handle you a little differently than normal. Pairing: Boba Fett/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance (reader has hair long enough to grab). Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; unprotected PIV sex (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), fingering, dom/sub dynamics (brat tamer!Boba, brat!reader), implied age gap, Boba's a bit of a meanie, also he's slightly possessive and toxic, mentions of oral sex, hint of anal play, overstimulation, forced orgasms, cum play, degradation kink, praise kink, bit of a pain kink, hickies, icky mushy-gushiness at the very end, language. Word Count: 4.0k

I had to open my big, bratty mouth, you thought.

Or, at least, you would've thought had you actually been capable of any thought beyond the thick fingers currently buried in that greedy little hole you called a pussy.

He'd been tormenting you for what felt like hours now, massaging your walls with warmth and tenderness belying the dirty words coming from his mouth. He'd called this a punishment. A lesson. One he was going to make sure you never forgot. You hadn't believed him, firing back with a bratty little snip that had simply made him smile. A smile of amusement, coupled with a casual, rumbling chuckle. It had made you a little unsure, but not to the point of backing down. You never backed down unless he made you.

And oh, he was good at making you.

He loved wrestling the submission out of you. Bringing forth the needy, whining, begging mess of a woman you became when he got his hands on you. There were nights he didn't need to fight for it. Nights where the two of you simply enjoyed each other's company and the warmth of your relationship.

But some nights, like tonight, got you in a certain type of mood. A demanding, defiant mood that got his blood racing as much as it did yours. A mood that conveyed the need to play, to fight, to be taught and forced to learn your place.

He was happy to remind you.

Happy to remind you why he was the only one you trusted to bring you this sort of pleasure. Usually, it came in the form of edging you until you were literally crying for release. In the form of you bent double over his throne, his cock buried in your pussy and pounding away with little regard for your own pleasure. In the form of pushing your head down on his length until it was pulsing in your throat and spit spilled past your lips and your jaw ached. In the form of leaving bruises that matched the plates of his armor. In the form of wrecking you, ruining you for anyone but him.

And you loved it. Reveled in it.

So when Boba had responded to your brattiness with a simple smile and chuckle, it threw you. You recovered quickly, however. You refused to let your sudden nerves show. Instead, you'd lifted your chin, eyebrows raised into a challenge, and arms crossed under your breasts, pushing them up ever-so-slightly. Just enough to tease him.

It had simply earned you another chuckle, him seeing right through you.

You'd scoffed in response.

"Might as well get myself off, the pace you're going."

Boba had raised his eyebrows, eyes shining with humor.

"Princess, don't give me any ideas."

You'd scoffed again.

"Yeah, well, let me know when you decide. I'll have gotten myself off three times by that time, I'm sure. The time you're taking, you might be ready by midnight, old man."

There it was. His eyes lit up and took on a certain light. A twinkle that indicated Boba had taken something you'd said as a personal challenge. A twinkle that was accompanied by a dangerous cock of his eyebrow and a smirk on his lips.

The look set fire to your veins.

"Only three times?"

Your heart and pussy had jumped. It took all you had to not clench your thighs. Instead, you had yawned, making a show of checking the chrono on your bedside table.

Boba had chuckled again.

"You really haven't shown me you deserve to get off tonight, princess. I'm feeling inclined to punish you. But I think this is a good time to reteach you something. Something you've evidently forgotten. So consider this a punishment, and a lesson. And I expect you to tell me what you learned when we're through."

His hand had gone to your thigh, and he'd chuckled more darkly than before at the way you jumped at his touch. Your entire body was lit alight with it, just as always. Just like it always would. No one had ever ignited you with a single, small touch alone the way Boba could. But his hand on your thigh was also your last warning. A chance to call this off before it got started.

Anything beyond this, you knew the safeword.

There was a pause, his hand resting on your thigh, calloused fingers softly stroking the skin there. You'd met his eyes, and gave a third scoff.

Now, here you were. And though you'd originally scoffed at the idea of Boba's so-called "punishment," especially because it hadn't been in the style of his usual punishments, you now found yourself prone on your bed, your fourth orgasm rippling out of you, making your entire body shake and tremble, and you were starting to think you'd maybe bitten off more than you could chew.

Maybe.

The sheets beneath you were soaked, and your skin was tacky with sweat and cum. Your toes were beginning to cramp from how hard they'd curled with this last climax, and it wasn't even on your radar. There was nothing on your radar other than Boba's fingers in your cunt, making you feel both stuffed to the brim, and empty because fuck, it wasn't his cock!

Nothing was like his cock.

"Good job," Boba said, practically whispered. He had you reclined back against his broad, warm chest, letting you tuck your face and sob into his neck each time you came. You felt Boba's breath wash over your skin. and his lips brush against your crown. "There you go, princess."

You gasped, chest heaving as you came down, body trembling still. You whimpered a little as Boba continued to massage your walls, his fingers no longer pumping, but now crooking inside you.

"Just had to provoke me," he continued, breath warm against your cheek. He leaned down to kiss it. "Bratty little princess just wanted some attention. Wanted to get a reaction out of me. Wanted me to fuck you like the greedy little whore you are."

"M'not greedy!" you mustered, raising your head up to scowl petulantly at him.

Boba laughed a little at this, his free hand reaching up to smooth back the hair sweat-slicked to your forehead.

"Oh, really? Then why have you just cum on my fingers four times?"

Your scowl morphed into a pout, the expression promptly ruined as he rubbed the most sensitive spot inside you, a place he had yet to touch you tonight. It was both a mindless and intentional move and you involuntarily clenched and gushed around him. It made his smug grin broaden. He looked younger when he smiled like that.

"Not my — my fault! You have 'em t'me!"

Boba's expression fell into a wicked smirk. "There it is," he rasped. His fingers began to pump again, slowly. "Now, tell me what you learned, princess."

You knew the answer he was looking for. You decided not to give it to him.

"T-to provoke you when I w-want a series of m-mediocre orgasms."

Boba's fingers paused for just a second with genuine shock, then started up again, harsher than before.

"Mmm." The way he looked down at you now was positively dangerous. The set of his brows with concentration coupled with the serious line of his mouth. Boba pressed his forehead to yours as he abruptly shoved a third finger into your cunt, making you squeal and arch. The press of his forehead to yours however was unforgiving, and with it and his dark gaze pinning you in place, you found yourself helpless to do anything but lie there and take it as he shoved his fingers into your cunt at a brutal pace.

"And I'm going to give you another one," Boba said. Your body shivered with overstimulation as much as it did at the dark tone in his voice. It promised something. Promised you weren't ever going to forget this. "You know why, princess?"

You weren't able to answer anymore, your voice reduced to a pathetic whine as his thick fingers jerked harshly in and out of you, rubbing over your g-spot with every furious pass. The sound of his fingers in your cunt was positively obscene, and honestly you couldn't tell where your mewls began and the high-pitched squelching of your pussy ended.

Boba smiled darkly down at you, his little fucked out princess, and chuckled darkly to accompany the grin. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours again, forcing your gaze to his unforgivingly. He could see you trying so hard to maintain eye contact, like you knew he liked. But you could barely keep your eyes open as he shoved his fingers in you and simultaneously shoved you toward another orgasm. You were so cute when you got like this, with tears of overstimulation pricking in your eyes, your hair messy from his hands and your sweat, your body heaving with every touch he gave you, your nipples so pert they were just begging to be bitten, your thighs trembling and toes curled, his hand literally soaked with your juices.

Boba wanted to see you like this every single day. And Maker knew this sight was for him only.

Anyone else came near you, he'd kill them.

"You know why, princess," he repeated. This time, it wasn't phrased as a question, but as a dark little reassurance. Because he knew, and so did you, that he was the only one capable of giving you this sort of pleasure. Of reducing you to this whining, mewling mess. Of wrangling you into submission in the way you loved. In the way he loved to.

It was him. Only him.

And Maker, he knew it.

So did you. And while part of you wanted to hold out longer, continue to shake your head and stomp your feet and pout your bitten lips, you could barely take it anymore. Your mind felt as fucked out as your body. Your pussy lips were swollen around Boba's fingers, and your thighs felt like jelly. The tightening in your gut was near-painful, and the brutal pumping of his fingers was hurtling you towards another edge. You fell off of it faster than you expected. You hadn't even realized how close you were, but you felt your body suddenly seize and arch as Boba unceremoniously tossed you off a fifth cliff.

You were crying, tears falling down your flushed cheeks as your body shook. And right as your pussy began to clamp down like a vice, Boba ripped his fingers from you, leaving your pussy agonizingly empty and fluttering around nothing.

And for someone who'd cum five times, you were singularly frustrated with that.

But your mind could hardly string together two words that weren't "Boba" and "more," let alone the ability to convey that. But nevertheless, Boba seemed to know, cooing down at you as you came down. Stroking your skin soothingly with soaked fingers, trailing your own arousal from your naval to your nipples.

You whined more when he pressed down on one just enough for you to notice.

"You know why, princess." It was said a third time, a smug reassurance this time.

You nodded almost mindlessly, and Boba's hand came up to cradle your throat. There was no pressure in his grip, but it still made your breath hitch. He chuckled again. Five orgasms and his little brat still couldn't get enough.

Maker, you were perfect.

Boba leaned down and kissed your cheek, sweetly.

You were doing so well. And despite your bratty attitude, you were spoiling him rotten, giving him five beautiful climaxes. Trusting him in this way. Letting him give you more.

And he would. He knew you. You would take whatever he gave you.

You always did.

"What have we learned, princess?" Boba rumbled, kissing your ear as his voice made you shiver.

He could see you struggling to string words together, your fucked out little mind scrambling to obey him. It humored him, seeing you try, cause he knew just how much he affected you.

"Use your words," he murmured, half-encouragingly, half-demeaningly.

You didn't even pout you were so focused on obeying him. Boba quietly hummed with amusement, seeing your mouth open. You didn't say anything right away, and the sight of you with your mouth open like that brought forth images of his cock on your tongue.

Boba shook the images away. Later, if you started behaving.

"Boba," you managed to get out, gasping around his name like it was the only word you knew. And indeed, right now, you felt as if his name were just dominating your every thought. Boba always just dominated your mind, your senses, your everything. He was everything.

"Yes, princess?" He wasn't budging, forcing you to continue scrambling for words in your post-orgasmic and overstimulated haze. His lips were curled with amusement as he watched you struggle. You would've scowled petulantly at him if you had the energy for it.

As it were, the only thing you wanted to do at that moment, was ask for more.

So you did.

You reached up, arm hooking over his shoulder and face turning back into his neck. He let you, the hand cupping your throat now stroking along your collar. His fingers were sticky still with your cum.

"Boba, more."

"More?" He chuckled out. "You've cum five times and it's still not enough for you?"

Your breath was still heavy as you came down from said five orgasms. And your entire body was tingling and numb and exhausted, and yet, it wasn't enough. Because —

"Never enough," you mumbled into his skin. "N'ver enough with you, Boba."

Inside him, Boba felt his heart warm at your fucked-out, but achingly honest words. And the sentiment was wholeheartedly returned. But on the outside, all he did was smirk down at you, gently fisting his hand in the hair at your nape and forcing your face from his neck. He looked down at you, stare pinning you in place.

"And why is that, little one?"

Your mind worked to find a way around this. But honestly, you couldn't. With his heavy stare and just-as-heavy hand keeping you in place, eyes locked on his, there was nowhere left to hide. No bratty little quip your mind could conjure. Nothing but Boba.

And well, he was everything.

"Cause... cause no one makes me feel like you, Boba. Makes me cum like you."

And there it was. The lesson Boba had been trying to finger into you for the last... however long it had been. You weren't sure. But as soon as the words had left your mouth, Boba smiled at you, condescendingly proud.

"That's right," he said, smug. You'd be mad about it if you had the wherewithal to be anything but unspeakably fucked out. "No one can fuck you like this, princess. No one. No one can make your legs shake when he eats you. No one else can stuff that bratty little mouth the way I can. No one else has claimed this ass." Boba's free hand suddenly snaked past your puffy and sticky pussy lips, touching firmly to the ringed muscle of your second hole. It made you jerk in his grasp, and he chuckled darkly once more. "No one else can make you cum from simply sucking cock. No one else has fucked this little pussy and molded it to their cock. Just me, princess. You're ruined. Ruined for anyone else. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

As if you could. You knew you were ruined. And Maker, you were so happy about it. Boba was all you wanted. All you would ever want.

And his filthy words, and the knowledge that he wanted you too was almost enough to make you cum again.

"Think you're ready for my cock now, princess," Boba rumbled flippantly. As if you weren't always ready for his cock. He slipped out from beside you, making you wine at the loss of contact. But Boba hushed you amusedly, hand trailing down your side to your thigh. He hooked his hand behind it, spreading you as he kneeled over you.

His cock, girthy and big enough to make you gasp even with prep, looked painfully hard. Boba had been ignoring it as best he could, but even he was reaching his limit. Precum beaded at the tip, and he smeared it onto your clit teasingly. You mewled cutely beneath him.

"Doing so well for me," Boba murmured. His eyes lightened with genuine affection. A light you rarely saw anywhere but during your time together. It made your own haze clear, and you knew he was checking in with you. He said your name. "Ready for me?"

You smiled, wiggling your hips against his cock and hooking your thigh over his hip.

"Ready," you confirmed. Boba smiled, big and bright. It made him look so much younger when he smiled that way. He dipped down, and just as he kissed you, he thrust forward, impaling you on his cock.

Boba swallowed your gasp with a small laugh, kissing you breathless. He wanted a moment, letting your body adjust. But Boba needed a minute, too. As much as he said he'd ruined you for anyone else, you'd ruined him just as thoroughly. He was dangerously close to the edge even without the preceding scene. You always made him lose his composure, made him feel like a young man again. Like he'd blow in his pants just by watching your hips sway as you walked away.

Boba grasped those hips, yanking you down the rest of the way onto his cock when he felt you relax. It made you squeal and giggle, and he chuckled into the skin of your collar before taking it between his teeth.

You gasped and clenched around him.

"Boba," you moaned.

"Patience, princess."

You were trying, honest, but you didn't exactly have much patience when it came to him.

But if you hadn't forced yourself to still, Boba's hands would. But you tried to relax your hips and core, letting yourself sink a little further into the mattress and sheets.

As soon as you did, Boba began to move, punching the breath right out of you with every thrust. The mattress was the only thing keeping you grounded as Boba, in the way only he could, fucked you within an inch of your life.

Boba's lips curled and teeth clenched with the effort of keeping himself from exploding right then and there. Your expression was going to be the end of him if your cunt wasn't. With those hooded, glazed eyes and half-open mouth, flushed cheeks, just-had-mind-blowing-sex hair, arched neck leading all the way down to a pair of glorious, heaving tits. There was a bead of sweat rolling down in the valley between them, and Boba couldn't help but lean over and lick it up.

You scrabbled for purchase of his broad shoulders as Boba leaned down and began to bite and suck on your nipples. Boba was a self-declared ass and thighs man, but Maker when he paid attention to your tits he could be just as thorough and appreciative. You couldn't help but arch up into him, pressing your breasts further into his mouth. He chuckled around your nipple before switching to the other. And all the while, he never stopped thrusting, cock practically molding your pussy to its shape.

After a few more thrusts, you could barely string a thought together anymore, and all that came out of you were little moans and whines as Boba fucked you. Your thigh fell from his hip as your body was wracked with overstimulated bliss, your body hardly able to keep up with all it had endured. Your hands gripped at his back, nails digging in and making Boba grunt with pleasure. He loved when you left your mark on him.

Almost as much as he loved leaving his mark on you.

Boba's mouth shifted to your collar, where his teeth and lips left red marks that would bloom purple by morning. You gasped with each new one. You grew closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling to keep up.

"B-Boba..." you breathed as your core tightened, painfully.

"Come on, princess. Give me one more."

You weren't sure you could, tears pricking in your eyes as your raw cunt fluttered and pulled.

Boba suddenly ripped out of you and before you realized it, you were flipped onto your front and Boba was back inside you, pumping so hard and fast you could feel him in your throat.

"Go on," he said, voice tight with his own restraint. You managed to clench around him, making him hiss. "One more. Give me one more."

Your cries of pleasure, pain, and overstimulation were surely bouncing off the walls, but all you could hear was Boba, and the way his cock forced your juices out to make room for itself. It was positively obscene.

And only helped bring you closer and closer.

Boba leaned forward, chest touching your back, the new angle devastating your cunt. You cried out, it turning into a strangled gasp as his hand came around once more to cup your throat.

"Cum."

You did.

Your orgasm ripped through you so hard your vision went white. You would register your sore throat later, sore from screaming out with pleasure. Your entire body seized with your climax, shaking and pussy fluttering so hard it was practically vibrating around Boba's cock, squeezing and squeezing down until Boba could barely move anymore. And with a yell, he came too.

You didn't realize you'd nearly passed out until you registered Boba saying your name, a soft, warm, damp towel being pressed to your skin.

"You did so well, princess." Boba dropped a kiss to your temple before climbing back into bed with you. You rolled into him, soaking up the warmth of him and appreciating the warmth of his release inside you. It began to glob out, smearing and combining with your own release, all over your thighs.

You pressed them together as you cuddled into him, reaching up to stroke your hand down Boba's neck.

"Tell me how you're feeling," Boba requested.

"Tired," came your automatic answer. Your voice was heavy and slightly hoarse with it. "Boneless. Fucked out."

The last two worked a quiet laugh from Boba.

"But good," you finished. You smiled up at him. "So good."

Boba smiled, achingly soft, and kissed you. "Ready for a bath?"

"Yes, please. And you better carry me, mister, I'm not going to be able to walk for days."

He smirked down at you. "You asked for it."

You giggled.

Boba helped you sit up. His eyes flicked over to the nightstand and his smirk widened.

"What?" you asked.

"It's midnight."

You slowly looked at the chrono, the red numbers indeed reading exactly midnight. And your earlier words rang in your mind.

Yeah, well, let me know when you decide. I'll have gotten myself off three times by that time, I'm sure. The time you're taking, you might be ready by midnight, old man.

"Three times by midnight, I believe you said." Boba carefully scooped you up, smiling way too smugly for comfort. "Pathetic."

You scowled playfully at him, cheeks flushing hot.

Seven. He'd made you cum seven fucking times.

"Don't let this go to your head, old man." You settled into his chest. "Your helmet won't fit."

He pinched you lightly as he set you down on the edge of the tub. You giggled as he began to run the bath, and his stern look might've been effective had his eyes not been twinkling.

"Spoiled little brat," he said, with nothing but fondness.

You preened and gave him a little tongue-in-teeth smile.

"You love it."

Boba laughed, and again, you couldn't help but admire his smile. How it instantly made him look younger. Not as burdened. Happier.

Boba helped ease you into the warm water before climbing in behind you. As he leaned you back on his chest, he whispered in your ear.

"I love you."

You sighed, happily.

"I love you, too, Boba."

And it was only because you loved him so much that you didn't punch him the next morning when you found that you were, indeed, having trouble walking.

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[fatuifucker]

first stream: your perfect doll!

[art cr: kuroume_1024 on twt]

dom trans! streamer! scaramouche x sub fem-sex reader (no pronouns used for reader but mention of boobs for both parties)

SUMMARY = kunihiko is about to make his debut as scaramouche! hope everything goes well!

WARNINGS = please view the sucker series masterlist for the full warnings! smut, use of the word “cunt”, recording, thigh riding, hint of self-harm, scara has nipple and navel piercings, scaramouche is called kunihiko in this au, ooc scaramouche

W/C = 2k

A/N = thank you to my wonderful beta readers @boba-is-a-soup, @saikiscleansink and @artiepooh for giving me advice for this fic! Also!! Reminder there is a poll at the end that will determine the content of the next chapter!

“Good day everyone,” She says with a polite smile, hands clasped right in front of her, reminiscent of that aristocratic princess trope you see all over anime. “My name is a 06ScaraBalladeer but I’m known as Scara.”

She’s perfect. Just the way you envisioned her. Her long, straightened hair sweeps over her shoulders, the pristine appearance matching with her raven black and mulberry dress. Your eyes drift to the subtle rose in her cheeks, complementing her porcelain face and her innocuous smile. With a girl as endearing as her, it’s easy to be enraptured. The chat is already filling with comments. Good things, fortunately. Calling her cute, complimenting her gothic lolita style and princessly demeanour. 

“This pretty doll has awakened, been blessed with life to walk among the mortal folk. Rejoice, for I shall purify your tainted hearts!” Scara raises her arms for dramatic effect, pausing for a moment before covering her mouth with her sleeve and giggling. “Or something like that. I saw a friend of a friend do something similar and I wanted to try it out.”

Drama; it serves as an effective juxtaposition to a modest face. It keeps viewers on their toes, riling them up with excitement.

Scara crosses her legs, returning her hands to her lap. “Now you may be wondering, why is a weak and frail doll like me on this wretched realm called the internet? You see…I couldn’t help but be curious of what lies in this nerd haven. But now I see…” She crosses her arms, furrowing her eyebrows. “You all need to be punished! Punished really thoroughly!”

Jeez, it’s only her debut and her chat is already filled with thirsty masochists.

“But it’s okay, I know you all need love too. And who better to give you both than me: the prettiest, most adorable doll in the universe?” she giggles. “I want to spread my love and punishment to as many people in the world. Which is why you all need to subscribe to me so we can all have tons of fun together. One day, I’ll see a million of you with me, and that’s a promise! I have a lot to learn but I hope to meet you all!”

—

As soon as the livestream ends, you switch off your phone and walk to the bedroom. The door is left open and no one is in sight, though the sound of running water gives you enough of a hint to where he’s gone. The PC is still on, its screen set to the Twitter front page. You make yourself comfortable on the chair before scrolling through the page. You lift your head upon hearing the sound of the door shutting behind you.

“Fuck, I’m shaking.” A masculine voice speaks up. “Scara finally debuted after we spent so long mulling over her. Ha, I knew keeping my trashy lolita outfits would come in handy.” He smirks as he wipes his wet face clean with a towel.

His sharp voice contrasts the sweet feminine tone of the streamer. Short indigo hair instead of Scara’s long lavender locks. Without the identical black and mulberry dress, even you wouldn’t have guessed that your boyfriend Kunihiko leads a double life as Scara.

“Your tweet received a lot of likes and retweets too,” you point out as you scroll down the timeline. “We’ve reached one thousand subscribers.”

He frowns. “It’s not enough,” Kunihiko mutters bitterly as he adjusts the long, purple wig on the mannequin head. “I want more people to fawn over– no, to worship me. I need one million of them by the end of this month…or else…”

He mumbles the rest under his breath. You tilt your head, worry starting to cloud your brain upon noticing his darkening gaze. It vanishes as soon as you notice it, replaced by a devious glimmer. 

“And you,” He slams his palms on either side of the chair. Indigo hues exude seduction, inviting you in with the sweet yet musky scent of his cologne. He speaks in a whisper; his warm breath fanning your face as he draws out his words. “You’ll get me there…right? You’ll make Scara the biggest streamer in the world. Won’t you, my perfect producer?”

Enchanted, you cup his cheeks, your words coming out in a trance. “Of course. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“Good.” Kunihiko presses his lips against yours, guiding you to the bed. “It’s too early to sleep so let’s celebrate my debut.”

“How so?”

Kunihiko laughs as he undoes the corset of his black dress. “Oh, (Name). If you have time to act coy, you have time to take off those shorts."

At first, you couldn’t move. You stare. Only stare even as the heat rushes to your face and brain, watching him peel off each layer. Little by little, he reveals more and more of his porcelain skin. Your eyes diverge from the dried lines on his thighs to the navel piercing on his belly, the near purity of his fair body an irony, knowing the debauchery you both have and are about to commit. Your breathing ceases when he unclasps his bra, the shimmer of the silver jewellery sending your mind further into disarray.

“God, I love it when you look at me like that. I hate it as much as I love it, but I hate it more when you’re being so fucking slow.”

It’s only then do you process his order, sliding off your shorts and drifting your fingers to your pussy. The moment he tosses aside his last piece of clothing, Kunihiko pounces on you like a predator cornering his prey, immediately burrowing his face into you like a starved animal. The rough contact of his nose rubbing against your clit and his tongue moving up and down your slit forces you to curl into yourself. Your legs wrap around his neck as you moan and beg for more, only for him to stop all of sudden. His expression twists to a scampish one, eyes lifting to meet your baffled expression.

“Did you think I was going to eat you out?” Kunihiko repositions himself behind you, his arms scooping you by the inner side of your knees to keep your legs open. “I don’t mind, but didn’t you promise me something else?”

You hold your breath, feeling a lithe finger ghosting down your body. “Y-yes, Kuni. I got too excited.”

“Hm I see you’re very excited. Look," Kunihiko circles his finger around your clit, pressing on the little nub. "It's sooo swollen. You're making me jealous."

The scent of sandalwood and cherries permeates your nose, the strong yet gentle fragrance blinding your senses. His touch steals your breath away, left behind only a hungry wail as you slur your next word out. “Jealous?"

Wetness touches your ear, and you flinch. The cold metal of his nipple piercings grazes your back as he rubs his chest against you. In a split second, his finger enters your hole, eliciting a gasp out of you as he mercilessly fucks your soaked pussy.

“Jealous because you're being touched so intimately.” Kunihiko's arms trap you and you’re left squirming in his grasp as he gropes your tits and nibbles on your ear. “But it's fine, you can repay me later. I don't give a damn about getting off as long as you're telling me how good I'm making you feel."

Despite his vulgar words, his tone conveys nonchalance, like this is routine for him – well, technically it is — like he isn’t knuckle deep inside his lover’s cunt. In comparison, you have to withhold a meek whine when he inserts a second finger into your hole, stretching your thin walls through a scissoring motion.

"Fuck (Name), get my phone."

Hazily, you stretch over the bed to pick it up, intuitively flipping the camera around and pressing record. "H-haah…Kuni," You position the phone to your entrance, getting it close enough to pick up the sloppy noises before trailing the device up your body and back above your head again. "Kuni, it feels sooo good…Kuni is fucking me so well! I lo— a-ah!"

Your voice dies into helpless moans when your boyfriend slips a third finger, aggressively pumping them in and out of you. "Go on, move your hips against me. Tell the camera who's making you feel this good."

"Kuni! Kuni, Kuni, Kuni!" you scream his name, a glob of drool rolling down your chin down your neck past the valley of your breasts. "I'm Kuni's slut! I looove getting fucked by Kuni! I want to cum all over Kuni's fin— aaaah!"

In the midst of pleasure, you don’t pay attention to the phone sliding out of your grasp. Kunihiko thankfully notices it, grabbing your hand to keep it steady and moving it back down to your cunt. With his other hand, he spreads your lips open just in time for the camera to catch you squirting all over the bedsheets. He rubs the juices into your pussy even as your thighs continue to twitch, your eyes following his hand moving the phone to your face. Without giving you a moment to calm down, he stuffs his drenched digits into your mouth, forcing you to lick it up.

"Get your boobs in view," he orders, pushing your wrist back. "Smile for the camera.”

Kunihiko ends the recording and takes a couple more photos at several different angles. He grins in satisfaction before his lips morph into a frown at the mess. "Ugh, should have made you cum on the floor instead." Kunihiko lies on the bed as he swipes through the photos. "This shit is kinda hot though. If we set up an OnlyFans for you we'll probably get rich."

“You said you don’t want me to sell my body online.”

“Yeah, and you know why,” he scoffs. “You’re the normie out of the two of us. If you become a degenerate then we won’t be able to continue living in this god-forsaken society.”

“Shall I clear the bedsheets or do you want me to touch you first?”

He thinks for a moment before getting off the bed and dragging the gaming chair to the mirror. “Deal with it later. I want to ride your thigh.”

You frown but move to sit on the chair. “I’ll have to clean this up later too.”

“The pictures are worth it.” Kunihiko splays his legs before sinking onto your thigh, wasting no time in moving. “You know, (Name), you’re lucky you’re both cute and useful. Not just your body, I mean you as a whole.”

His searing heat burns your skin, staining it with his fluids. His mouth falls open, chest heaving with steady pants as he ruts against your thigh. Red blooms across his cheeks, his expression contrasting his actions when he turns the phone to the mirror and taps the record button. He captures your chin and shoves his tongue inside your mouth, shutting his eyes as he moans for dramatic effect. “Fuck, (Name)...I fuckin’ love you so damn much.”

Your heart races at his words. Your body shivers as his hands trace your body, holding onto you as if you would run away if he let go. Magnetised, you nibble on his bottom lip as you push his slender body against yours. “I love you too, Kuni.”

He stops the recording and you both part to gaze into each other's eyes. Deep indigo irises declare a yearning, a satisfaction, a fondness. An attachment. His smile displays euphoria comparable to being drugged as he tosses away his phone to focus on planting kisses all over your face. You hold him and whisper affirmations into his ear while he keens into your touch.

“(Name), you won’t leave me.”

“I would never.”

He laughs dryly. “Yeah. Of course you won’t.”

You open your mouth. Upon seeing his resentful expression, you close it again. You let him continue to roll his hips against your thigh, letting him find pleasure in your body.

“Oh yeah, some people sent me superchat money. What should I use it for?”

[Your answer]

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[delcakoo]

the keys to my heart ₊˚♪⊹ y.jw

requested for my 1k event!

SUMMARY ! with a big recital coming up, you’re beginning to doubt your abilities and passion for the instrument you love. luckily, your favorite dimpled boy is almost home and ready to help in all the ways he knows how to.

PAIRING ! jungwon x pianist!fem!reader

WC ! 1.5k

GENRE ! est. relationship, fluff n’ comfort

WARNINGS ! none. just playing the piano in jungwon’s lap while he sings polaroid love in your ear (i’m crying)

a/n: thank you again for the req dear, this def isn’t my best work but i hope it’s alright T-T for all my instrument players out there, you have such a beautiful gift <3 stay strong!

tick. tick. tick. the never ending metronome placed atop your piano was beginning to get on your very last nerve. although, you were sure any other person would go just as insane after hearing the repetitive clicking for a wonderful four hours straight.

now, it wasn’t your will that drove you to sit in front of the instrument for this long— definitely not. it was all due to the big recital being held next week, in which you’d be performing in front of hundreds of other music majors and professionals who would be giving you a score all based on how you played one, singular song.

just the thought of playing in front of so many people while also being scored made your fingers tremble, but it wasn’t like you had a choice in this. it was your decision to become a music major, and while it was usually a decent experience, there were countless struggles and downsides not just physically, but mentally as well.

through the reflection of your piano, you can barely make out your dishevelled appearance. you reach up from the piano stool to put the metronome’s voice to an end with a frustrated sigh, running your fingers through your hair in a desperate attempt to look even half sane.

maybe i’ve taken the wrong path. why did i think being a music major would get me anywhere when my heart starts racing at even the thought of performing in front of others? it’s been four hours, yet i still haven’t perfected this song from start to finish.

“geez, i’m pathetic.” you grit your teeth, resting your elbows down on the piano keys and ignoring the mocking sound of the instrument being strung together from the contact.

for a while, you just stay like that, continuing to think negatively before you could make any effort to stop yourself. a few tears try to fall along the way, but you stubbornly wipe them off before they get the chance to escape.

you don’t know how long it’s been, but eventually the sound of a key carefully jingling at the front door makes you lift your head. a familiar boy with raven hair tiptoes through the doorway, silently kicking off his shoes and unzipping his black woolly coat. you recognise the dimple pressed into his cheek anywhere, a small smile creeping up your face just from watching your boyfriend unwind after a long night of dance practise.

it was so calming, so peaceful to see jungwon from this point of view. despite just finishing up hours of exhausting choreography, he looked ethereal with a few curly bangs stuck to his forehead, a hint of under eye bags only making his boba eyes look larger.

right as jungwon finishes hanging up his jacket by the door, your elbow subconsciously slides over to the next untouched key of the piano, making an alarmingly loud note spring from the instrument. you flinch in surprise, similar to your boyfriend who had practically jumped in the air like a cat at the sound.

his bangs fly from his face due to how fast he looks to your direction, reaching a hand up to his chest in relief once he sees your figure at the piano. “wah, that was like a horror movie,” jungwon breathes, giggling faintly, “jagiya, what are you doing there? it’s past midnight.”

your smile fades slightly at the reminder of what you’ve been doing for the past four hours, refusing to meet the boy’s eyes as he trudged over to you.

even with his smiley exterior, it’s easy to tell how tired jungwon is; his body screams for a break in the way his posture sludges, and how his feet drag against the floor wearily. nonetheless, he shows his best self for you, cheerfully nudging you over to make room for himself on the stool.

you speak up nervously, avoiding the question just as your boyfriend pulls you up and into his lap. “won, we should go sleep. you need to rest.”

“oh, do i now?” jungwon fires back, resting his chin on your shoulder to inspect the sheet of music on the instrument’s shelf. “but you don’t, miss piano player at nearly one in the morning?”

you lick your lips, leaning your head to rest on top of his. jungwon had so much on his plate at every point of the day. being the leader of his group was fatiguing to say the least, and placing your stress onto him made you feel sick with guilt every time.

yet, not one day went by where he didn’t reassure you that he didn’t mind — that if anything, he wanted to know everything you were worried about, no matter how deep or upsetting it may be.

silently, the boy inspects your face and body language, rubbing the sides of your waist with utter care and gentleness. “hey,” he murmurs. you hum in response, busy staring off at the ceiling with a slight pout. “y/n, talk to me. why are you not in bed?”

you gulp, adjusting your position in his lap. eventually, you knew he’d find a way to persuade you into telling him, you might as well be honest. “i was practising for my recital.”

jungwon pauses his rubbing on your sides, brows furrowing. “isn’t that next week?” you simply nod, making his face drop further. “then you have lots of time, jagi. and if you don’t get enough sleep, you’re never going to be able to learn it properly.”

at that, you chew your lip anxiously. “i know, i know- it’s just..” you look at the boy for a split second, watching him nod in gesture for you to continue. “i’m.. i’m so scared. you know how i get playing in front of others— i freak out, and this time it’s a big performance y’know? i-i just wanna do good.”

jungwon quickly scoops up your hand in his own, rubbing your knuckles with a kiss to your cheek. “you do know that i’m gonna be there cheering you on right? i already got front row tickets. oh and — i tried to stop them, but they wouldn’t give it up so — the rest of the members are coming too.” you smile brightly at the thought of your boyfriend and his bandmates all coming to watch you, giggling quietly.

when jungwon notices your laughter, he grins proudly before continuing. “there’s no need to be scared jagi, i know you’re going to do amazing with how hard you’re always working. just try to imagine how you practise in front of me here at home. focus only on the keys in front of you, pretend it’s just us two in that recital room.”

at his comforting advice, you nod. you may not be the best at showing your appreciation, but hopefully jungwon gets the message from the way you gently turn over to push your lips to his.

he hums in approval, pleasantly hugging you closer and pushing his cheek further into the nook your palm. the angle is a bit uncomfortable, but neither of you seem to mind at all, enjoying the calming sounds of each others exhales.

“thank you, love,” you whisper once he pulls away, pressing your finger into the dip of his dimple with a smile. his eyes turn into happy crescents at your words, leaning in for another peck.

before he can say another word, jungwon quirks a brow as you abruptly flip around so your back is to his chest, suddenly placing your fingers onto the piano keys. “babe,” he gulps, “i love hearing you play, i really do, but it’s-“

“shush, i forgot to show you something. i learned another song while taking a break from practise,” you inform, a grin forming as you begin playing the first few chords.

your boyfriend catches on to the song immediately, gasping as you continue moving your fingers up and down the instrument with passion. “you learned our song!?” he exclaims excitedly, the thought of going to bed completely forgotten. you glance back to meet his love struck gaze, laughing at his dumbfounded expression.

“yup, the chords weren’t very hard.” the both of you seem to have forgotten what time it is, much too busy having a mini concert for yourselves.

jungwon quickly began singing along while you played, his angelic voice blessing your ears from behind. “it’s like a polaroid love, 사랑 촌스런 그 감정, 근데 내 가슴이 뛰어 왜 나 이래 나~”

by the end of the night, you found yourself beaming in jungwon’s arms. his eyes sparkled beautifully while he sang right by your ear, squeezing your waist tighter as you conducted your instrument.

suddenly, the thought of your upcoming recital didn’t seem bad anymore, for as long as you had jungwon cheering you on, you were sure you could sit at the piano for the rest of your life.

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[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

don't let me have thots all i can think about is teasing him in public/in front of guests until he eventually loses patience 😶‍🌫️

YES INDEED.

tw: smut

also I didn’t proofread, where we’re going we don’t need maps

Your floor length shift dress would have been modest were it not scandalously sheer. You and the new Daimyo could continue to flirt circles around each other or he could take the dress as the invitation it was and throw you onto the first available bed. Tonight, you planned to place the ball in his court and let him decide. A pendant on a delicate chain was the only jewelry necessary to accent your décolletage. You dabbed your wrists with an oil that smelled of Tusken leather and the flower of the desert plum and prepared to make the short walk from Mos Espa proper to the Daimyo’s Palace.

…

He’d invited the mayor and his staff knowing full well that it would obligate you to attend. In truth, there was no legitimate reason to involve Mok Shaiz entourage. What he hadn’t expected was an eyeful of your curves through a gauzy dress as you chatted casually with the guild heads and administrators. He wondered what game you were playing, nearly bringing these stuffy bureaucrats to their knees in an ensemble that bordered on obscene. He supposed this is what he deserved, having spent the better part every meeting with the mayor shamelessly undressing you with his imagination. If your plan was to push him over the edge, you were doing just fine.

…

Every so often you glanced at the Daimyo and batted your long, fluffy lashes. He was of course staring at you with a rather predatory expression on his face that you refused to dignify with your acknowledgment. Serves him right for teasing you for weeks on end. If The Great Boba Fett wants it, you thought, he can come get it. Otherwise you might just go home with the marginally handsome head of the produce importers’ guild and be quite obvious about it too.

…

Boba rose from the throne. Two could play at this game. He waved the mayor over as he stepped into the crowd to mingle among the guests.

“Mayor Mok Shaiz, you must introduce me to your staff. I take it they are all in attendance this evening?”

The mayor’s staff were, for the most part, an officious bunch of functionaries. But you were something entirely different and Boba Fett had underestimated your willingness to push this little game as far as you possibly could. He caught you openly flirting with the head of one of the import guilds out of the corner of his eye as he shook hands with yet another one of Mok Shaiz redundant staffers. He’d had quite enough of your insolence and excused himself to make his way across the throne room to teach you some manners.

…

“Apologies, but I need to borrow her. We have urgent business.” The Daimyo seemed to appear out of nowhere. The accurate explanation was that you were on your third Bespin Breeze and in your increasing haze, you lost track of him. Boba grabbed you firmly around the waist and steered you away from the crowd and into an alcove off of the kitchen.

…

Boba pressed you chest first into the cool stone wall and used his body to pin you still. You pushed your palms into the wall in an attempted to brace yourself, but he brought your arms behind your back and held both of you wrists in one hand. With the other he reached around to feel past your sheer dress and thin panties for your clit.

“Is this what you wanted, little one?” he hissed into your hair. You made a guttural noise in the back of your throat.

Keeping your wrists pinned behind your back, he turned you around to face him and fisted your hair. He pulled your head back to give him free access to neck and began kissing and nipping his way down your throat.

“Apologize, little one, and I’ll bring you upstairs to my bed and take care of you.”

“I’m sorry,” you replied.

“I’m sorry what?” He fully intended to break you.

“I’m sorry Daimyo.”

…

In his bedroom, he was far gentler than he had been downstairs. Having brought the minx in you to heel, he felt no need to humble you any further. Boba Fett had bridled you and now he meant to show you what it was to belong to the Daimyo.

Without his armor, Boba Fett was still imposing. Your hands ghosted up and down his hard, broad chest. He gave you time to enjoy the look and feel of his body, leaning in to kiss your forehead and place his hands low on your hips. Slowly, he gathered the fabric of your dress. You lifted your arms compliantly and allowed him to slide it over your head. It was his turn to marvel at your naked body. He knelt down and kissed your hip as he slid your panties down your legs.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me, little one.”

Boba watched as you complied and seemed to salivate at the sight of you.

“I’ve been looking forward to this since the day I first laid eyes on you,” he said reverently.

He knelt down and kissed the inside of your knee while running his hands down the backs of your thighs. He’d waited too long for this moment to rush his way through it. You reached for his hands and, seeing your need for tenderness in such a vulnerable position, he took them in his and rubbed your palms with his thumbs.

“Mesh’la, you are perfection.”

…

The wet noises he made with his mouth and his flattened tongue when he licked your clit were erotic on their own, but the tactile pleasure had you with your back arches and your head thrown back in ecstasy. Your moans had him hard and already imagining how good it would feel to be inside you, but he wanted your gushing climax first. The Daimyo was substantially endowed and he needed you ready to take him.

You came hard into his mouth, squeezing his hands and crying out. Afterwards he stroked the tops of your thighs and rested his cheek on your pelvis. The way your whole body tensed with your orgasm, he knew you needed time to recover. He kissed his way lazily up your body. There was no hurry. He stroked your cheek as he rested his forehead against yours. He felt your heartbeat and the rise and fall of your chest through his own and hummed softly to you as he waited for your respiration to slow.

“Are you ready to take me inside you, mesh’la?”

“Yes Daimyo,” you said softly. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over your lower lip and kissed you. Your wrapped your arms around his neck as he reached down between the two of you to rub his hard cock between your folds to lubricate it with your slickness.

You gasped when he entered you.

“Breathe, little one. Relax and breathe.”

He remained still inside you and did not move until you heaved a sigh and he felt the tension leave your body. Then he moved slowly and deliberately, studying your face carefully for any hint of discomfort.

You adjusted to the length and girth of him, and then he felt delicious inside you. Every thrust brought another wave of pleasure. He grunted into your mouth as he kissed you.

“You’re mine now, little one. Do you know that?” His voice was husky and strained with pleasure.

“Yes Daimyo!”

You bit his shoulder as you came, and his thrusting became more urgent. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close as he exploded inside of you.

He nuzzled your neck and gently stroked the top of your head as you recovered from the intensity of your orgasm. You didn’t know yet that he planned to take care of you, that his declaration that you belonged to him was not just the heat of the moment putting words in his mouth. He pulled a bantha hide across your bodies to shield you from the cool desert wind and helped you settle onto his chest with your head tucked under his chin.

…

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I love at the end of MHJS (my hot Jedi summer) when Luke thinks he'll get a dog pile of cuddles from all three Dins but instead they're all propped up against the wall lmao I laugh every time I reread it! Especially because it hints at another comic of yours

But that got me thinking, are all of your comics connected? Are they parts of the same universe or are there some that take place in another AU?

Thank you!! ✨

And this is such an awesome question!

Short answer: all comics are "standalone" stories so they are not connected.

A bit longer answer: Because all of the comics are made by little old me, and in different times when SW shows aired, the comics have some connections and also vast differences.

When I was working on Heavy Metal Lover, only s2 of The Mandalorian had aired. I mainly wanted to try if I could make a comic at all, so I decided to pick up right from the end of the season. Also, this is my only comic where Din mostly doesn't wear the helmet.

Basically right after this one was done I started working on Terra Obscura, which I published when Book of Boba Fett was airing. My Luke was a bit more stocky back then and wore a black glove on-off. I wanted to show Din and Luke doing imp-riddance missions for the New Republic while Luke also struggles with thinking of re-building the Jedi Order (and strangely enough, I somehow predicted some canon events lmao). Terra takes place in its own universe.

Boil was a bit of fun and takes place in the same kind of situationship as Terra, where they do missions together. However, it's standalone from Terra, and I wanted to highlight the difference by giving Luke a bit darker hair. The premise is delish but much more lighthearted than in Terra Obscura.

My Hot Jedi Summer was such a long project (yeah, it took longer than 370 pages of Terra) that most of the current Star Wars shows have premiered by the time it came out, and s3 of Mando came out as well. in this comic, Luke is a Jedi academy teacher and Din's role is left open for interepretation (apart from co-parenting Grogu), but you can recognize the hut from the end of s3 in the comic. I wanted all comics have a bit of vague part on some aspects like how they parent Grogu and stuff, and Din's appearance hardly changes.

However – I love intertextuality and I don't mind at all if people see similarities in the comics' universes! They are mainly standalone stories because I love "firsts" so much and usually enjoy writing build-up more than established relationships.

As for the upcoming body swap au, it takes place in a situationship where Luke teaches Grogu sometimes and Din is doing New Republic freelancing. But it's not really that relevant to know to enjoy the story!

#answers #thank you so much #it usually takes a while to answer these bc I want to be thorough but then I end up yapping lol #hope this made some sense really #it makes sense as much as the story needs it to usually #I really enjoyed making Terra so so much. it's still my favourite #I miss it lmao

[beskarandblasters]

Was it all a dream?

Chapter Two: One more bad dream could bring a fall

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Series summary: You’ve always had vivid dreams, an escape from your monotonous life. But one night, something appears in your dreams that keeps reoccurring; a pair of brown eyes. -Or- Two people, in completely different parts of the galaxy, find each other in their dreams and try to make sense of the strange connection they share.

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), switches between Reader and Din’s POV, story takes place in the dream realm and the real world, takes place somewhere between the end of season two/Book of Boba Fett/beginning + middle of season three, eventual smut (starts at chapter 4!), line between reality and dreams gets blurred, use of Mando’a words and phrases, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: You find the strange man in your dreams again. Din, who’s determined to figure this out and seeks advice. You do research about what this all means but can’t find anything, resigning to find out more but this time hands on and in your dreams yet again.

Word count: 2.2k

Chapter warnings: being chased in a dream, being scared of death

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You 

The past few rotations have been the same; wake up, go to work, come home, hastily finish your chores, and go to bed. It’s all the same. Except for one thing. 

The brown eyes. And who they belong to. 

The first dream you had when you saw the man sitting across from you at the cantina was just the beginning. In the next dream, you were on a snowy planet, the wind biting your face and stinging your eyes. 

And then you saw it again; saw him again. He was in the distance just over the horizon. As he got closer you noticed that the bitter temperature and the harsh wind made his face flushed and his hair tousled. But one thing stayed the same of course— his eyes. 

You woke up before anything else happened, recording what you saw and what you remembered before continuing another day as normal. It’s been a similar pattern lately, have an ominous dream, see the man, the eyes, the face, and wake up. 

One dream you had was quite short. You were wandering in a marketplace on a planet you didn’t quite recognize. And then something happened that hasn’t happened so far. You were face to face with the mysterious man. In fact, he almost ran right into you. But before either of you could say anything, you woke up, scratching your head and trying to record all that you saw quickly before you forgot. Now that you saw him up close and personal, you noticed that he’s wearing all black, something that you don’t quite know how to interpret. 

That brings you to tonight. You’re getting ready for bed, hoping to have a similar dream, or at least one that can maybe explain all this. You can only hope. 

Your subconscious is running wild. Your senses are overwhelmed with things you can see, feel, smell, and hear. But there’s something about this dream so far that’s not like the other ones— you’re aware you’re in a dream. You look above you where the sun is peeking through the treetops. The trees tower over you, making you feel small. And there’s a light breeze, a comfortable one, shaking the branches and whistling softly. There are no living things in this dream, at least that you can tell so far. You’re alone but it feels nice. It feels like a vacation from the monotonous life you live. 

And so you sit on a fallen tree trunk, taking in your surroundings and admiring the beauty that you don’t have in the tunnels on Sullust. Maker, how you’d kill to experience this in real life, to feel the sun on your face, to feel the wind kiss your skin, to smell the scents of nature around you. Perhaps these are real places, real planets that exist. Perhaps they’re a figment of your imagination. Either way, you decide that you should remember all that you can about these places and research them at the library. 

This feeling of bliss doesn’t last long because out of the corner of your eye, you spot him. You’re not really sure what to expect of him. You’ve barely had any form of real interaction. You meet his gaze and before you can speak he shouts, “Hey!” running towards you at full speed, dodging the rocks and branches littered on the ground. Something shiny catches your eye and you realize that he has a blaster attached to his belt. His hand grazes it as he runs toward you. 

You can’t do this anymore. You have to wake up. This man is a threat. Hurry. Wake up. Wake up NOW. 

Wake up. 

Wake up. 

Wake up!!!

You open your eyes to the dull gray ceiling yet again, rolling over groggily to grab your journal. Your hands shake as you write down the details of the dream, terrified that the man you keep seeing is a threat. 

You realize… he’s wearing all black. He only has a blaster with him and nothing else. As soon as he saw you, he sprinted straight towards you. 

He’s wearing all black. 

Could it be Death following you in your dreams?

A shiver runs down your spine. You don’t know anyone else who’s dealing with something like this, let alone anyone that you can even talk to about your situation. All you can do is research at the library like you decided in your dream. And hope that there’s something that contains an answer. 

Din

He wakes up gasping, feeling like he just ran a marathon. This is the fourth time he’s seen you in his dreams. Now that he’s seen you up close, he realizes he’s seen you before, but the context is still a mystery. Everything about you is a mystery. Except this time he saw how scared you were, how your eyes filled with fear. 

…Maybe running towards you with a blaster on his hip was a bad idea. 

But what does it all mean? Who are you? And why are you haunting his dreams?

He sits up and groans at himself in frustration. It’s been a few rotations since he captured the bounty, Kaba Baiz. Karga was right and the guild master here had information that led him to the Mandalorian covert. The Armorer declared him an apostate for removing his helmet when Grogu left with the Jedi. He’ll have to go to Mandalore to redeem himself in the Living Waters. He’ll get there eventually, but there are some things he needs to address first.

Like these strange dreams.

Perhaps he can ask the Armorer before leaving Glavis Ringworld. 

He heads back down to the lower sublevels of the space station like he did a few rotations ago. He anxiously hopes that the Armorer will actually speak to him still. He should’ve asked her this before he was declared an apostate. 

He enters through the door and walks down the bridge, inching closer to the small covert. The Armorer is working over the forge, Paz Vizsla standing off to the side. Their helmets turn towards him as he enters, an uncomfortable tension hanging in the air. 

“What do you want, apostate?” Paz snarls. 

“I came here to seek answers.”

“About?” The Armorer asks. 

“These dreams I’m having.”

She sets down whatever she’s working on and turns towards Din, cocking her helmet to the side. 

“I never used to remember them. I wake up remembering some small details every time. But now I keep seeing the same person.”

“What person?”

“A woman.”

“I see.”

“Do you have any idea what it all means?”

After a small sigh, she says, “No. I don’t. Perhaps you’ll be better off talking to a Jedi.”

“A Jedi?”

“They’re better suited to help you with your… unique situation than I am.”

“Thank you,” he says awkwardly, the unwelcome feeling settling in. 

He turns and leaves, feeling their stares burn a hole into him as he walks away. He got the message loud and clear— stay away from us. 

In due time I’ll be redeemed, he tells himself. Just enough to keep himself sane while he embarks on this little side quest. 

Stowed away in the Razor Crest is the armor that the Armorer made for Grogu. He’ll travel to Osuss where he’s training with Luke to give it to him. He figures that while he’s there he can ask Luke or Ahsoka about the strange dreams he’s having. Two birds, one stone as they say. 

Surely, one of them will help him, right?

He doesn’t sleep at all on the way to Osuss. He’s anxious for a cocktail of reasons; to see Grogu, to see what they say about his dreams, and the general underlying dread that comes with being an apostate now. 

When he lands on the lush, green planet, he mentally prepares himself for dealing with the Jedi. They have a strange way of going about things; a strange way of understanding the galaxy that Din doesn’t quite grasp. Most of all he hopes he’ll see Grogu, even if she doesn’t learn anything about his dreams and what they mean. 

Ahsoka greets him once he’s stepped off the Razor Crest and walks towards the school. There are a myriad of droids around him, constructing the school stone by stone. But he looks around— no sign of Grogu or Luke. 

“Where is he?” he asks Ashoka. 

“Training.”

“Can I… see him?”

“That’s not a good idea.”

“But I came all this way.”

“It’ll interfere with his progress.”

Figures, he thinks to himself. 

“Can you at least make sure he gets this?” he says, holding out the small piece of armor. 

“Of course,” Ahsoka says, taking it in her hands. There’s a small but unreadable smile on her face. And all of a sudden Din’s nervous to ask her about the dreams. But he has to. He didn’t come all this way for nothing. 

“I need to ask you something,” he blurts out. 

“What is it?”

“I’ve been having strange dreams.”

“What kind of dreams?” she asks, curiosity laced in her voice. 

“The same person keeps showing up.”

“How many times?”

“Four.”

“You don’t know who this person is?”

“No, I’ve never seen her before.”

“It’s a woman?”

“Yes. Human,” he adds. 

“Have you spoken to her?”

“Not yet.”

“What happened the last time you saw her?”

“I… chased her. She got scared and before anything else happened I woke up.”

“You’re aware you’re dreaming when this happens?”

“Yes.”

She pauses for a moment, lost in thought and trying to piece together what this all means. 

“Have you… heard of something like this?”

“Something similar. But only with other Jedis or ones in tune with the Force.”

“So what does this mean for me?”

“I don’t know,” she admits, “But you should find out. Find out where she’s from and see if you can find her outside of your dreams.”

“Then what?”

“I don’t know. Let’s hope it becomes clear once you meet her,” she says with a playful smirk, beginning to walk to the school. 

“Oh, and don’t chase her this time,” she adds, climbing the small hill and disappearing. 

He doesn’t know how to feel. He didn’t get to see Grogu or even get a clear answer about his dreams as he had hoped. He’s a tad disgruntled but what other choice does he have than to listen to Ahsoka’s advice? This connection he shares with you might be worth exploring. He just has to figure out how. 

You

Anxious, paranoid, frantic. 

You’ve spent hours upon hours in the library after your shift, searching for reasons; searching for answers. But to no avail. You’ve poured over books, research journals, and articles on data-pads. There’s nothing you can find out about a strange man with hypnotizing brown eyes donned in all black that signifies death. That should make you feel better, but it almost makes you feel worse. Apparently, you’re the only person in the galaxy with this specific problem. 

Is it a problem, though? For one, you’ve never spoken to this man. You’ve only ever vaguely crossed paths a handful of times now. But the real question is why? Why are you of all people connected to him? Is the galaxy trying to tell you something? Or is this just a man you’ve seen before in passing somehow inching his way into your dreams? You did read something about how every face you see in a dream is someone you’ve seen before. The mind is unable to formulate a face from scratch. But that’s impossible. You’ve been banished to the underground world of Sullust for as long as you can remember, most of your neighbors and coworkers being Sullustans themselves. You’ve only met a handful of humans in your life and surely you’d remember the face following you. Those eyes are hard to forget. 

Not only is this strange man a regular occurrence in your dreams but there’s something else that’s new– You were aware you were in a dream. You could control your actions, choose what you say, and decide when you want to wake up. You were able to find out what that is during your research. It’s called lucid dreaming and to your understanding, it’s a skill one needs to practice and develop. But why were you able to do this so effortlessly? Why now after all this time? It’s a little suspicious that you suddenly gained this ability when this man started appearing in your dreams. 

Nightfall looms over your head, only a couple of hours until the library closes and it’s time for you to go home. Part of you feels silly for being afraid to go to sleep of all things. It’s not like anything can physically harm you in the dream realm… right?

No, but it can scar you for life. 

-

Your bed haunts you in the corner of your room. You can’t fight off sleeping any longer. You have to work the next morning like you always do. You can’t afford to be late, nothing is worth risking going back to the droid department. Reluctantly, you crawl into bed, staring at the dull gray ceiling and hoping for an uneventful dream. 

You couldn’t have been more wrong. 

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[resi4skz]

Title: The Runway (part 1)

I's finally here! This will be in multiple parts!

Pairings: gang leader!chan x fem!reader

Synopsis: you run into the famous boxer gang leader as you're running away from your crazy ex. But what happens when you find your way into the leader's icy cold heart?

Warnings: blood, gore, swearing, smut, slight fluff, interrogation, fighting.

You know when you see a person and you just know they're there for a reason? Even if you're running away from your ex chasing you, who's out to have your blood on his hands? You run and run and run till your feet have sores underneath your feet. But he always finds you. He always knows where you work and where your apartment is. You have tried every way to stay away from him, or hide.

As you turn around a corner of a silent street, you frantically search for someone, anyone, to help you. If they help you. You know he's right behind you, on your tail. So you scream. You scream till your chest hurt. You glance back while running and collide with a firm body. You blink as the person turns around, his shoulders wide and his sharp jawline that would cut through anything that comes in its way.

You have hope. The only hope that might save you from living a life in constant hell. "Please." You plead. "Help me."

"Y/N, there you are."

You gasp as you turn around. No. He can't be here. "Thanks for finding her for me you guys," your ex, putting on an act walks towards you and grabs your arm. "Let's go." Guys?!You glance back and finally see a bunch of guys standing behind the one you collided with.

"No!" You shout. "Let go!" You try with all your might to free your hand from the monster when his hand gets yanked off your arm. You blink in surprise as the guy you collided with is standing in front of you.

"She said no," the guy says, the hint of a heavy Australian accent in his voice.

"Buddy, she's my girlfriend. We just had a fight," your ex, John says. "Now, come on, Y/N. Lets go." He goes to grab your hand again but he's pushed by another.

"The woman said no, you dimwit," the guy with the biggest arms you have ever seen stands beside the aussie.

"Oh, come on you guys. I'm her boyfriend," John says.

"You're no boyfriend of mine," you spat out.

John laughs. "Oh come on, babe. You know you like this dick so why don't you come on down and we can go back to my place and," he glances around at the men standing behind and in front of you. "We can have a little fun of our own." He then lunges at you, trying to grab your arm but the man in front of you grabs John's arm. Hard. Hard enough to make John yelp in pain.

"Channie hyung," one calls out who you notice has blonde long hair for a man. "We can't be seen here causing a scene." But the voice on him for such a small person? You make a mental note to ask him how low his voice goes.

"He's right, hyung," another calls out but this it's a pink hair man with long legs. It appears to you that he's the tallest of the group.

The man in front of you, Channie, snarls at John before letting go of his arm. "Leave before I make a fool out of you."

"Y/N." John says, holding his arm in pain.

"I said leave!" Channie growls, making John jump. "Don't make me say it the third time."

John then take another glance at you before scrambling away. Channie then turns around, facing you. He was wearing a black tanktop with black sweats. The tattooes displayed over his buldging arm muscles had nothing over his face. The sharp jawline, the bratz lips, the pierced nose, black hair slicked back and then his eyes. Brown boba eyes that you find yourself getting lost in them. "You alright?"

You visbly gulp, putting arms around yourself. "Yes, thank you." After a beat, you feel something warm around your shoulders so you look up to see him wrapping a coat around you.

"Do you have a place to stay?" He asked.

Honestly, you did have a place to stay. A place you once called home but John had ruined it for you. You nod. "Yes, but John knows where I live. He knows where my apartment is."

"Does anyone else live with you?"

"No."

He turns his head at one of his henchmen. "Leeknow, find out where this guy works and lives. And find out who he meets daily."

"Right away, hyungnim," Leeknow replied, the one with silver grey hair. He quickly leaves till you can't see him anymore.

"Felix and Changbin, you're on guard duty."

The one with big arms and the blonde hair guy lightly bow before walking away. This left 3 of the men and you wondered if they would get orders too. "Hyunjin-"

"Why are you helping me?"

Chan turns and looks at you. "Because you need my help."

"But-"

"You asked, right?"

You blink but nod.

"Then let me help you."

You didn't know what it was but you felt safe with him. It was the way the put the coat over you snd the way he made John leave. The way he ordered his henchmen. Just for you? "And new clothes and shoes. And anything else you think she might need," he told the red hair guy who you learn the name is Hyunjin.

Then he turns to you. But you ask, "Who are you?"

"My name is Chris Bang. But people call me Chan or Channie."

Then it dawns on you. This is the famous boxer gang called The Venom. "You're...you're-"

He chuckles, showing his perfect teeth. And dimples. The dimples did something to your heart but you shook the feeling away. "Not the first impression you were hoping for?"

"No, actually-" sudden sharp pain shoots right through your ribs making you hiss in pain as you place your arm across your torso. A warm arm goes around your back, holding you in place.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I just," you take a breath, "I need to sit down."

He looks at you, as if surveying you. "Y/N."

Your name coming from his mouth sent a shiver down your spine. "Yes?"

"Did he hit you?"

You freeze, you body suddenly turned cold. Your eyes meet his. And it was the answer he was looking for. "Fucking damnit!"

You jump at his suddent outburst. "Han." A man with purple hair with cheeks like a squirrel came into view. "If he pulls anything, I give you my full permission to beat the crap out of him."

Han cracks his knuckles with a smirk on his face. "On it, boss," he says before turning around and leaving.

"Where are they going?" You ask.

"Taking care of business."

---

Chan opens the door to what looks like his house. It was huge! You couldn't stop looking at the paintings on every wall and some pictures of the whole gang. "Alright, let's get your wounds cleaned." He makes you sit down on a chair in the kitchen, which by the way, again, was huge. Bigger than your own actually.

"Do you all live together?" You ask as you watch him rummage around the clean kitchen.

"Yes," he replies as he gets ice from the fridge. "It's a big house just for me to handle. Plus, they're my family."

You watch as he approaches you and places the ice bag on your hand. You hiss, not even knowing you had a bruise there. But now that you look at it, it's all blue. Fuck. You know that's not going to go away that easily.

"Why was he chasing you?"

You blink at the question. "Because for the past 3 years, I've been trying to get away from him. But he always finds me."

"What do you mean by 'always'?" He asked, sitting down across from you as he opened a first aid box.

"He always finds out where I live and work and who I'm friends with. He's always waiting for me outside work. No matter how many times I tell him to leave me alone, he takes it out on me."

"What?" He stops and looks at you. "And you didn't tell the cops?!"

"They're no help. After the first few times, they told me to not waste their time so I stopped."

"That still doesn't give him to right to hit you." He takes the ice bag off and inspects your hand. "Can you try to make a fist?"

You start to clench your hand into a fist but hiss and close your eyes in pain. "I can't. It hurts."

"As I suspected. It seems like you really sprained your hand muscles, very badly." He then starts wrapping your hand, securing it. "This should help keep your hand in place."

"Thank you."

He closes the box, he finally looks at you. "You hungry?"

"Uh." You would be lying if you refused.

He chuckles. "Don't worry. I'm not going to poison the food," he says as he walked to the fridge. "I do make a very good steak, if you're up for it."

"Uh-sure," you replied and almost drooled.

You watch as he moves around in the kitchen. It was like second nature for him to be in such environment. You were mesmorized by him. Not only was he the leader of The Venom, he was now making you food. The girl who no one cared about. The girl who was always laughed at. You were chubbier than some girls so not a lot of clothes fit you. And your ex, John, would remind you everyday how he wanted a girl who can meet his needs in every aspect of his life, especially sexual needs.

A plate of warm steak with mashed potatoes was set in front of you. You look up to see him smiling. "Eat," he said. Or rather ordered. And you wasted no time and dug in the food. You almost groaned out loud at how good the steak tasted. "Good?"

You could only nod, with your mouth full. Halfway through the meal, you look up to find him on the phone, standing by the window. From your point of view, he looked very ethreal. You always heard about this gang from your colleagues and how scary the leader was. But he wasn't. He cooked you food. A steak at that.

"Alright, keep me posted, Hyunjin." You hear him say before hanging up and turning around. You go back to eating. "So, your ex, John. Was he involved in any sort of...bad people?"

You shake your head. "Why?"

"Huh." That's all he said before he looked at his phone again when it buzzed in his hand. "Well, at least your things will be here soon."

"My things?" You blink looking up.

"Seungmin and Jeongin will be here tomorrow with everything," he says.

"Wait, I'm going to live here?" You asked. "What about my apartment?"

He smiles as he leans down to your eye level. "You really are innocent, little bean."

Little bean? Why did you suddenly liked that nickname?

"Come. Let me show you where the bedroom is."

He leads you upstairs, down a long hallway and into a room filled with darkness. From black bedsheetsz to black curtains to black everything. Jesus, whoever slept here didn't enjoy life. "There are clothes in the closet for you to change if you want. There's hot water running all the time if you want to take a bath or shower. Everything you need is in the bathroom and closet."

"Would I be moving in here then?" You asked, observing the dresser with the cologne bottles sitting on top.

"Uh no. Tomorrow, I'll have the maids to clean the guest room for you."

"Wait," you turn around. "This isn't the guest room."

"What made you think my room is the guest room?"

His room? This was his room?! Panic starts to build inside of you but him walking over to you stopped your overthinking. "Sleep. You need it."

Without protesting, you change clothes after he leaves. All the clothes smelled like him. Vanilla. Tabacco. But something about the scent made you feel at ease. Wearing just a shirt of his as it was big enough for your small frame, you snuggle into the bed sheets. And lord, this was heaven. With his bed sheets smelling like him, you close your eyes hoping for a better tomorrow.

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[paz-djarin]

Villain (Part III)

It’s been months and no sight of Paz. Boba Fett asks help from someone you least expected.

Rating: 13+

Warnings: death, violence, language, flirting, toxic relationship, manipulative relationship

Authors Note: Sorry for misspelling.

Part I || Part II || Part III || Part IV (Final)

Paz wakes up, sitting up in his bed yawing. Stretching his arms out. He got out of bed and put his uniform on. (He doesn’t have his armor because Din took it and hid it from Paz.) Brushing his hair and teeth, he is ready to start the day.

He heads to the training room, he trains with the higher rank troopers. Paz is a but brutal when training with them, they are very aware of that. But it was good training for them. In case they ever encounter someone like Paz.

“You guys got faster.” Paz laughs out as he gets up from the floor.

“And you sir, got stronger.” One of them said.

Paz helps them up, “Well you always got to be prepared.”

“Thank you sir.” They say in union.

“Please don’t do that again…that’s freaky.” Paz said to them.

“Yes sir.” One of them said, the rest follow.

Din had been watching the whole time, just leaning against the wall. He secretly wished Paz would train with him like that. Once the troopers left, Din approached Paz.

“Good morning sugar.”

“Oh sir—I mean Din.” Paz said.

“No need to apologize honey.” Din takes his hand and lifting up his helmet a bit, kissing Paz’s hand.

Paz slowly pulls his hand away blushing, “Din…” he mumbles softly, “I’m pretty my hand is sweaty also…”

“I don’t mind.” Din smirks before pulling his helmet down, “I can’t show affection to the man I love most?”

“No. N-No. Y-You can…um…” Paz lost his words and try to come up with something.

“Despite you being blood thirsty, you can be very shy and soft.” Din points out.

They walk away from the room, walking down the hallway to the control room. Once they walked in, everyone stood up and awaited orders.

“You all can sit down now.” Din orders, “So what’s the word on the Rebels?”

“Sir, it appears the Rebels have a small base on this planet.” One said pointing it out in the screen.

Din and Paz walked over to it.

“Alright. Get the troops ready, inform Bo-Katan.” Din orders.

“Don’t you have to inform Moff Gideon?” Paz asks.

Din looks to Paz, “Moff Gideon let’s me do whatever the fuck I want. Anyways these Rebels are pissing me off.”

Paz hesitantly nods.

“Paz you’re coming along also.” Din said, “So prepare yourself.”

Paz tells him, “Yes sir.” He goes off to get his weapons.

Bo-Katan approaches Din, “Has Paz remembered anything? Or…?”

“Paz has still not remembered anything…he is still that same as he is.” Din replies, “It will stay that way. I’ll make sure of it.”

The troopers are ready and so is everyone else. They head towards the planet. Din tells them the plan, it is carefully and destructive. Like he has been thinking about this for a long time.

The troopers are deployed, once they land on the planet. Everything went according to plan. The last remaining Rebels are brought to Din, Bo and Paz.

“YOU WON’T WIN!! WE WILL RISE!!” one of female rebels said.

Din sighs, “Oh. But I have already won…Cara.”

Cara glares at the mandalorian, then she notices Paz. Why did seem so familiar? She connected dots quickly. Wasn’t that the mandalorian who helped me? Where’s his kid?

“You.” Cara said looking at Paz, “Why are working with them?”

Paz said, “Because I work with them for a long time.”

Din realized that Paz and Cara knew each other before he whipped his mind.

“Where’s your kid? What happened?” Cara ask, yelling.

Paz is confused, “I don’t have a kid. I never did.”

Cara eyes widen, it was like talking to a whole new person. Bo-Katan started to execute the Rebels. Cara could only watch as her friends and team being killed. Cara is begging them to stop, but it’s too late already. She is the last one.

“You know what…here Paz” Bo-Katan said handing him the darksaber.

Paz takes it.

“You can kill Cara.” Din said smiling.

Paz approaches Cara, “You will die as Rebel scum.”

Cara stares at him, “I hope someone saves you.”

Paz tells her, “I don’t need saving.” He brings down the darksaber on her neck.

“Are you sure this is the only way?” Ragnar said, “You did say that Cad try to kill you.”

Boba Fett nodded, “We need as much help we can get.”

The Armorer and Fennec are hesitant at first, but ended up agreeing. If this the only way to save Paz. Boba Fett approach the old hut, there Cad has his guns ready to fire.

“Why are you here?” He sneered.

“I just need a request.” Boba Fett started.

“No.” Cad simply said, “Now leave before I shoot you all.”

Boba Fett was about to argue until, the Armorer step in and got on her keens. Placing his forehead to the floor.

“Please…” the Armorer, “Just help us…”

Cad looked to her in surprise, “Now look lady—“

“NO YOU LOOK HERE!!! DIN KILLED ONE OF OUR OWN AND KIDNAPPED ONE OF OUR OWN!! TARRE KNOWS WHAT HE IS DOING TO HIM!!” the Armorer snaps.

Cad stares at her silently, before speaking “Din…that man has killed many bounty hunters and killed some innocent civilians.”

The Armorer tells him, “He has killed my foundling…so dear child…”

Boba Fett, Ragnar and Fennec stare at her.

“I will reward you handsomely.” the Armorer tells him.

Cad sighs, “Fine I’ll help. But only for this.”

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[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hello there! I’m here to send in a matchup! so I hope you don’t mind anyways 나 자신에 대해 말해줄게!

Fandom: I’d like a romantic male matchup for Jujustu Kaisen and MHA also I’m fine with a poly relationship too! My name is Joey but I also go by Himawari, Rin or Magtanggol too! I’m Transgender (ftm), Aromatic, Unlabled, & Bisexual, I’ve been diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, Schizophrenia, BPD & OCD and im white, arab, flipino, scottish & russian.

personality traits (and notes): extroverted, at first awkward shy and distant when meeting people, extremely independent, when comfortable I talk about a lot of stuff for hours, loud talker, emotions come off as sarcastic or silly (due to autism), confident, straightforward (I have a urge to correct someone of faulty information), uses “big” words, good sense of humor, playful, entertaining, optimistic, mischievous, curious(I’m nosy and I love gossip), i can be a rule breaker(sometimes I don’t mean to), doesn’t shy away from conflict (a but combative with authority when people don’t know what they’re doing), dad/tharapist friend, when I go out I bring water bottles, first aid kit, chapstick(s) just in case, chill but some people would say I have some “repressed anger issues”, I get a realllyyy overractive Brain, I tend to get deep and philosophical when I’m left on my own for to long, I can be verbally aggressive when prevoked, I have a hard time taking everything seriously, coke and a little mean when upset at someone and a fun fact is that I can eat the most spiciest foods and not have a problem with it.

hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, anthropology, pathology, zoology, music (I’m a vocaloid producer, i make odecore/scenecore music and I make music like ATARASHII GAKKO too), dancing, filmmaking, art (drawing, painting, pottery, digital art, etc), learning different instruments/languages, cosplaying, skateboarding, tabletop RPG’s, taking pictures of things that I think are pretty, collecting figurines/stuffed animals and puppetry, science/history, soccer/volleyball/basketball and swim, cooking/baking, art is definitely my main hobby I dedicate a lot of time to it

likes: vocaloid/utau, iced coffee, boba tea, bread, sharks, cats, piercings/tattoos(I wanna get some tattoos!), cold weather, christmas, musicals, cleaning, rhythm games, being with my friends, shopping, mint candles, sweet and spicy food, deserts.

dislikes: spiders, bitter food, nasty scents, hot weather, manipulation, toxic people, having to be responsible for others to much(I tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure), people who don't talk with me a lot, feeling restricted, and over-possessiveness

I'm a ENTP, 4w3 and a Aquarius

misc: accidentally misused slang or phrases bc I can't remember how they usually go (e.g. "bust this popsicle stand" instead of "blow this popsicle stand"), able to eland and pick up skills very quickly, i know 6 languages (Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Arabic, Polish & French), i play the piano, bass /electric guitar and cello, prone to be a bit directionless in life, tries to find comfort and humor in hard times, not to take life to seriously, and obsess over the past

appearance /aesthetic: 5'6 / 167.64 cm, midsize, rectangular body shape, i have a masculine and feminine face (somehow), dimple on chin, hazel eyes, wears glasses, dyed black boy hair, lots of piercings, no tattoos(I need some), for style, i wear a lot suck as goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth, cyber goth, and victorian goth), gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, banba, kogal, tsuyome, and kigurumi), scenemo/emo, & vkei ouji and lolita, i wear streetwear clothes mostly at home/school/work, i wear fishnets and combat boats, but I also wear Y2K and I also dress in alternative clothing a LOT.

thank you and have a nice day!

(Hello I really hope you enjoy this, have a nice day/night!)

I match you with:

Itadori Yuji

- Due to his kind personality you’ll warm up to him quickly. When he realizes that you’re being shy he makes sure to not overwhelm you when you get to know him.

- He was shocked the first time you were verbally aggressive to someone but the shock didn’t last for long. He thinks it’s admirable to stand up for yourself.

- Sets up a contest for you, him, Megumi, and Nobara on who can eat the most spiciest food in a certain amount of time. You would probably win but Itadori would be in second place.

- You guys often binge watch animes or play games together.

- He thinks it’s really cool that you are a vocaloid producer and that you know so many languages, (y’all sometimes listen to your music while hanging out)

- He really likes to listen to you talk about all of your interests. He’s a good listener and remembers majority of what you say.

- Whenever it snows outside you guys will have intense snow fights. He’s really fast so good luck on winning.

- After he’s exhausted from all the training, the water bottles you bring are helpful to cool him off.

- When you are upset he’ll gift you some of your favorite things/drinks and try to cook/bake your favorite treats.

- He asks you to take a picture of you and him so that he can print it out and put it on his wall (or desk if he even has one)

- He loves your collections and art. He would want to try pottery out and try to make something.

Denki Kaminari

- He can be a bit loud sometimes and if you’re overwhelmed at first when meeting him he’ll tone it down a bit until you get warmed up to him.

- He admires your independence and hopes to be as independent as you.

- If someone provokes you and you’re being verbally aggressive to the person he would be on the sidelines hyping you up.

- If he reads a Manga that you also read and he doesn’t understand some of the storyline or anything he’ll go to you and see if you know about it.

- When he was first learning guitar, he goes to you for some tips.

- He introduces you to a lot of his friends (like Bakugou, Kirishima, Mina, Jiro, Sero, etc) he thinks y’all will get along really well.

- You guys are like a comedic duo in the classroom. Sometimes you guys pull pranks on some of your friends. One time he asked you to teach him some insults in some of the languages you know and y’all were making fun of Bakugou in front of his face while laughing y’all asses off.

- Whenever you’re upset and/or crying he tries to cheer you up the best he can by making you laugh.

- Teaches you the newest slang and phrases.

- You guys sometimes bake together during the holidays and it becomes a mess because he decides to stick his finger into the batter and put it on your face, causing a war.

Masterlist

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