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~unknown title~ Spencer x Female Reader- Reader walks in on Spencer watching something interesting
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Banging Time Machine {Multiple Characters x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 11.6k
Warnings: Dimension traveling, angry/confused men, threats of violence, sex pollen, dubious consent due to sex pollen, m/m action, m/m anal sex, oral (male and female receiving), jerking off, gang bang actives, multiple partners, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie for days, circle jerk, tit fucking, soft aftercare.
Comments: Statesman has developed a time machine that will allow agents to go back and correct wrongs. When a malfunction occurs, it starts pulling men through the portal from other dimensions. Men who are very similar to Jack Daniels. One such man accidentally is pulled through with a plant that has a very…amorous affect on everyone when you are exposed.
A/N: We wanted to start the New Year’s off with a bang!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR’S everyone! I hope 2022 is amazing for each and every one of you.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
Mood Board by @danniburgh
Working for Statesman has its perks. Access to the latest technology was one such perk, and using it to right wrongs and make the world a better place was another. You were the good guys, working in shadows and not known beyond other independence intelligence agencies, but that wasn’t supposed to be about the recognition. It was about saving lives and protecting people, nations. With the newest toy you had at your disposal, you could go back and correct mistakes made on missions, meaning that Statesman would never fail at their mission again. It’s already been proven to work, going back and saving the senior field agent from making a colossal mistake that would cost him everything.
That agent, Whiskey, is now just as committed as he had been before the idea of drugs had caused him to lose his head and think about his own selfish desires rather than the mission. “Cola, I’m gonna need you to fire up that machine, I’m comin’ in hot and I need to go back to 10 hours ago.” Whiskey’s voice comes through your comms and you look up at the monitor in your lab to see his helmeted face staring at you. He was in the Pony Express, expression grim.
You quickly prepare the machine and when Whiskey strides into your lab, you toss him the device you developed to bring him back and he catches it. “Be back in a flash sweetheart” He winks and disappears into the portal, the light flashing, and you speak into your comms to make sure he can hear you. “You get there okay Jack?” You ask.
“So-so-thing-wrong” The line crackles and you panic.
“Jack! Jack? Can you hear me?” You shout into the comms.
Din breaking out of restraints just to touch you after being teased for far too long... yeah, so if possible could you maybe expand upon this idea with your beautiful writing? if not I understand ☺️💖
A/N: Din Djarin x F!Reader. Rough Smut. Bondage.
You know you’re playing a dangerous game. You know it.
You feel it beneath you - around you.
The tension radiating off the Mandalorian who is tied and trussed to a headboard in this cheap room for rent.
It’d been a break - a place to take a breath because the bounties had doubled - tripled - and you had put your foot down.
I’m not a machine, Mando. I can’t do this day after day without a single moment to rest.
He’d tilted his helmet - surveying you - his fingers curling into a fist. You thought he’d refuse - thought he’d kick you to the curb. After all, you weren’t a critical piece for him. You were a helper - an assistant and a girl he occasionally fucked the life out of.
He exhaled sharply and you averted your eyes. That black visor was intimidating - cold and unreadable just like Mando’s voice. He stepped forward - his gloved hand rough across your jaw as he forced your face up to his.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I...I forget that not everyone is built like me.”
You’d run over those words ever since he’d said them. You stroked them - felt them up - as he took you to this strange motel in Tatooine. You pondered them - analyzed them - used them to try to dig into the meat that was technically your boss and very much your bedfellow.
Built like me.
He’s a warrior. He had been molded to it - the most fearsome bounty hunter in the galaxy. Always in control and always aware and three steps ahead.
In the small room - dank and dark and smelling like old water - Mando strides inside. He surveys the interior - taking note of exits and entrances and how thin the walls are. You watch him - nearly choking at how huge he looks. He’s a shadow in front of the door - taking up all the space - blocking any light from the hall. He moves forward, crossing the room and then looming above you his moon-shine Beskar. You swallow.
But - then he begins to rub the back of his neck - a gesture that makes him far more human than usual.
“Sorry,” he shrugs - tone sheepish. “This place is a dump.”
You don’t care because something has begun to burn between your legs. It pulses and throbs and slips through your veins and it’s all because Mando had told you - not everyone is built like me.
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He’s shirtless and you savor the way his mucsles bunch and flex as he yanks hard on the restraints. His helmet is still on - his pants and boots, too. You straddle his waist - your nails scraping across the broad plane of his chest - the curve of his bicep - as you regard him with faux coolness.
You’ve already put him through it. You’ve touched yourself in front of him - shoved your cunt down on the meat of his thigh as he bucked against you.
“I want you,” he grunts. “C’mon - let me touch you - taste you. I’ll eat you out so good, pretty.”
You don’t give him an inch. You tease and press and push as he groans deep and ragged beneath his helmet. You stroke his cock evenly - slow and languorous with your own slick to wet him. You cup his balls - gentle as ever. Mando hates it soft - he does not understand tenderness in sex. It’s just not what he knows.
“You’re on thin ice,” he husks as you scrape your thumb over the head of his dick. “Very...fuck...very thin.”
“Am I?” Your voice is perfectly fine - unbothered. But inside, you’re drowning in adrenaline and the slight twitch of fear. Mando could ruin you - destroy you and each taunt of your hands or pussy or body is another strike against you.
Not everyone is built like me - and oh how it feels to control him like this - to hold yourself over him and have him at your mercy. It feels like power - it is beyond the rest.
He begins to lose words as something almost dangerous rumbles at the back of his throat. His arms are shaking - not violently, but enough to notice. Maybe you’d gone too far - overwhelmed him?
You drop back into his lap and that visor falls on your upturned face as he mumbles a curse. There’s the squeak of the headboard - a crack - before Mando rips his hands down and the rope frays before it breaks.
“Shit,” you murmur just as he grips your waist and hauls you to him. His chest is damp with sweat as he pushes it against yours - the quake of his heavy pants.
“You’re so fucked,” he snarls as he drags you right off the bed and onto the shag carpet.
You can’t even think of the dirt or the potential blood that this carpet has probably seen. You can’t because your mind has fled completely. Mando shoves your knees apart - as he slots his hips between your spread thighs. He’s got his cock in hand and he’s staring down at you - the emotionless mask - the quiet of it - the shine that only reflects your stunned face. He presses the head against the seam of your cunt - draws it through your folds with the slow slide of his pelvis.
“Someone’s drenched,” he remarks flatly as he pushes down against the bud of your sex. “Bet I’ll just slip in, pretty girl.”
You glare at him and he chuckles - low and warm and deliberate.
One gloved hand pins your wrists to the floor - right above your head. You’re on display for him - open legs and weeping cunt and burning burning burning all for him. Only for him and that’s a thought you’ll have to digest later - touch later - figure the fuck out - but later.
He guides his cock into you - notching the head against your entrance as he pushes in a few inches. He rears back - leaving you empty before he jams forward again. It’s a pattern in a tease - the brief heft of him stretching your soaked heat for a moment before he removes it completely.
He seems to enjoy it - groaning quietly as your cunt blooms around him - making room - tugging him inside. He pulls back.
“Mando,” you plead - on the brink of tears.
“Yes?” he asks - smug and amused.
“Please.”
“Please?”
“Fuck me.”
There’s no hesitancy on his part - the beg is only halfway out of your mouth before he surges forward and buries himself to the hilt. You arch - lips parting at the sensation - the fullness as your core goes molten. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s a lot. It’s a subtle ache - tons of pressure. Your lower muscles are bearing down upon him - your walls twitching and clenching as he begins to saw his hips - his thick length dragging through the channel of your sex.
“Is this what you wanted?” he mutters into your ear - the edge of his helmet knocking against your face. His pants are rough against your bare skin. He’s enormous - engulfing you with the breadth of him. He possesses you like this - ruins you. Each spear of his cock sends your spine up the floor - each stroke and snap of his hips punches whimpers from your tongue. “Did you want me to take you like this? Fuck you right on the floor like some dirty little - “
Your climax screams through you so suddenly it takes you by surprise. It sings and soars through your belly - your core - the pieces behind your cunt that Mando is plunging so far into that you think he might pierce something vital. It leaves you wet and sloppy as you listen to the suck of your dripping pussy swallow him repeatedly.
“That’s it,” he praises. “That’s it - cum all over my cock, my perfect thing.”
That spirits through you and makes you swell - go to liquid.
Summary: After Mando crashes the ship on a freezing planet, your shivering and chattering teeth threaten to keep Mando and his colleague up all night, so Mando is moved to use his body heat to warm you up.
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You’ve been Mando’s mechanic for a few months and this is the first time he’s ever done a bounty hunt with a partner. He’s a young man, close to your age and he’s new to the profession, so he sought out Mando (and his carbonite chamber) to help him catch a particularly difficult bounty.
You thought it was nice that Mando agreed to help this kid capture a quarry. Your positive attitude toward the situation was short-lived, however, after you actually met him.
You spent all day with him today, and he exposed himself to be a smug, arrogant asshole whom you cannot wait to see off. You bicker with him more than you do with Mando, which is saying something. Although you secretly enjoy your squabbles with Mando, the same is certainly not true with this guy.
To make matters worse, he and Mando crashed the Razor Crest on an ice-covered planet while fleeing a New Republic patrol ship. And the three of you are now stranded on this freezing sphere until the morning when you and Mando can fix the ship.
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The ship is freezing. You and Mando are on your tiny beds in the Crest’s sleeping quarters, and the annoying tag-along is on a pull-out cot at the end of the room. Each of you are clinging to your skratchy thin blankets, trying to keep warm and fall asleep.
You’re shivering like never before. The pjs you’re wearing are the ones you packed for the hot desert planet on which you were supposed to be spending the night. That is to say, your tiny silk pj set doesn’t cover much.
Your teeth are chattering like crazy; your jaw mechanically trembling and loudly, vibrating your teeth against each other.
“Ughhhh!” The guy says as he sits up in his bed and looks back at Mando.
Mando looks at him while gets up on his elbows and exhales. ”Y/n, can you stop? We’re not gonna be able to get any sleep with your chattering.” Mando says.
“D-do you t-think I’m d-d-doing th-this intentionally?” You respond.
“Maybe if you were wearing more clothes…” The guy mutters.
“S-sorry, but I w-wasn’t planning on y-you and Mando crashing the f-fucking sh-ship on this freezing f-fucking planet.”
“Fuck.” Mando utters as he gets up from his bed, taking his blanket with him. “Scoot over.” He demands approaching your bed.
“W-why?” You ask.
“I’m gonna use my body heat and this extra blanket to warm you up. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass if I have to deal with you getting frostbite.” Mando states sharply.
Your bed is against the wall and you’re lying on your side facing it, with your knees up almost at your chest. You scoot closer to the wall so that your legs are a little over an inch away. Mando splays his blanket on top of you before sliding behind you under the two blankets.
You’re a bit surprised that Mando is willing to do this for you. You can’t recall a time that he touched you when he wasn’t grabbing your arm when you were slipping or unintentionally bumping into you in the cockpit.
Mando slides in right behind your body, almost spooning you, and sets his head down on your pillow.
While pulling the blanket up, your head jerks back and bonks Mando’s helmet. “Ow, Mando, your helmet.” You say.
“Y/n!” The boy says angrily. “Just deal with it so we can fucking go to sleep!”
“Shut the fuck up.” You say, sitting up in your bed and looking back at him.
“Everyone shut the fuck up.” Mando barks. “It’s dark enough that I can take my helmet off for the time being. Okay?”
“Spoiled brat always gets her way.” The kid remarks.
“I will kill you.” You bite.
“Ha! I’d like to see you try princess.”
“Both of you shut up.” Mando orders in a deep serious voice as he pulls his helmet off.
He returns his head to your pillow, positioning it almost in the crook of your neck, and his warm breath sends a stroke of heat down your spine.
Your skin is ice cold to the touch, the opposite of Mando’s. With his large, soft hand, he rapidly rubs your arm in attempts to warm your goosebump-covered skin.
You stretch your legs out and he puts one of his legs over yours to warm them. He then moves his hand to your lower thigh and rapidly moves his hand up and down again to try and rid your goosebumps.
You know that Mando is not trying to touch you in any sexual way. His sole purpose is to warm you up so that your teeth will stop chattering and everyone can get some much needed sleep: to share his body heat with you. But you can’t help getting turned on.
His muscular leg is wrapped around yours, weighing you down. He’s breathing heavily in your ear while his hand rubs your thigh. And your body is wrapped in his, your ass right against his crotch. You can feel your panties dampen.
“Fuck how are you so warm?” You whisper, breathing heavily.
Mando doesn’t respond. After feeling like he sufficiently warmed up your leg, Mando moves his hand to rest on his own leg and go to sleep.
But you don’t want him to stop. You want his hand back on your body, partially because it’s so warm, and you are trying not to think about the other reason.
You daringly grab his hand and slowly move it to your stomach under your loose silk tank top— where your skin is sure enough ice cold— and start running it across your tummy. Mando gets the hint and starts mechanically rubbing his large warm hand up and down your stomach.
Your pussy pulses as his knuckles graze the underside of your boob. You let out a faint, high-pitched whimper as you push your butt into his groin, trying to test the waters.
Mando grunts. “Fuck.” He says under his breath as his hand stops moving.
Mando slowly drags his palm up your waist and you put your hand on top of his as it retreats.
“P-please keep touching me, your hands are so warm.” You whisper.
Mando’s hand doesn’t move and he doesn’t say anything, filling your body with nerves as you instantly regret saying that.
After a long, dreadful pause, Mando scoots his body forward, pushing himself into you. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He inquires in a whispered, raspy voice, right in your ear.
“All over.” You whisper hesitantly. “I– I’m cold everywhere.
“Yeah?” Mando murmurs as he moves his hand back down to your thigh. He strokes it, but much slower than before, caressing your soft skin with his thumb.
“What about here?” He mutters in your ear as he slowly inches his fingers inward and up your thigh.
“Yes.” You breathe out as arousal shoots to your pussy. You squeeze your lips together to try and prevent any moans from escaping as his hand creeps closer and closer to your cunt.
Mando moves his digits up into your short loose shorts and stops them right below your pussy. “You want me to keep going baby?” He whispers into your ear with his lips grazing your earlobe.
Baby. Your cunt pulsates when Mando calls you that. Never in a million years would you ever have imagined that Mando would call you baby.
“Please.” You whimper.
Mando’s fingers make contact with your wet folds as his other hand wraps around your neck and settles gently on your throat. He lifts his thigh off of yours so you’re able to open your legs slightly and let his hand in.
You feel Mando smile against your neck. “No panties, huh?” He lightly chuckles. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”
You can’t believe Mando is talking to you like this. You can’t believe your employer’s fingers are in your cunt. He is slowly circling your clit with two digits and your mouth falls ajar.
You inadvertently squeak out. “Ahh—”
“Shhhhh gotta keep quiet, okay?” Mando whispers in your ear as he picks up the pace on your bud. You bite your bottom lip and try your best to stay silent.
The guy’s not close enough to hear the whispers you and Mando are exchanging, but he’s certainly within earshot of some things.
Mando moves his thumb to your bud while his other fingers tease your entrance. He slowly pushes his long thick middle finger into your hole. You bite down firmly on your lip as your back arches, driving your butt harder against his stiffening member.
“You like that baby? Mando mumbles as his grip on your throat tightens.
You nod your head, trying to make as little noise as possible, breathing heavily through your nose.
Mando’s soft plump lips wander your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking on your tender skin. He slowly starts pumping his finger in and out of your hole, gradually pulling it all the way out before pushing it back in.
“Fuck, baby girl.” He spits as he grinds his bulge into your ass. Mando’s breathing picks up as his heavy panting in your ear lights a fire in your core.
“Y/n.” Mando breathes in your ear. “Let– let me put my cock in you.”
You nod your head as much as you can with his firm grip on your throat and his face in your neck. Mando removes his fingers from your cunt and you feel him pull out his hardened member.
“Pull your shorts down, will ya?” He whispers tugging at the hem of your pants.
You pull your pjs off your legs and Mando lines his dick up with your entrance. You feel his precum smother against your folds as he slowly begins to push his cock into your hole.
You can’t believe that Mando— your boss essentially— is fucking you. You would have never guessed that this is something Mando would do; that this stoic, no-nonsense Mandalorian would fuck you on his broken down ship just a few meters away from his associate.
You feel overly full of his cock as he finally bottoms out and it’s taking everything in you not to moan. Mando grunts and he starts thrusting into you as his hand wanders up to squeeze and knead your tits.
The two of you are deep under the covers, facing the wall with Mando spooning you. He’s holding your body flush against him as he thrusts into you.
Your mouth is wide open and you’re breathing heavily. His fingers creep up from your throat and find their way to your lips.
“Suck on my fingers.” Mando commands in your ear as he dips two digits into your mouth to silence your heavy breathing.
You do as you're told, sucking his fingers as his cock rams into you over and over again.
Mando grabs your leg and hooks his arm around it, providing him an even better angle to drive into and hitting your G-spot with each thrust.
You try your best to keep your lips sealed around his fingers as drool escapes the corners of your mouth. But your jaw falls open after one particularly hard drive.
“Mmahhhh!” You accidentally squeal out.
Mando withdraws his fingers and slaps his palm over your mouth, muffling the moans that you can barely control. “Shhhhhh, you gotta be quiet.” Mando whispers through his grunts. “....Unless you want him to hear.”
Those words send a pounding force to your pussy as he continues to ram into you with his large hand planted over your mouth.
“You want him to know I’m fucking you baby?” Mando exhales into your ear. “Want him to think you’re a slut?”
Even if his hand wasn’t covering your mouth you wouldn’t be able to respond. His other hand finds its way to your clit and you feel your entire body begin to tense.
“You’re gonna cum aren’t ya?” Mando says.
You shake your head while your toes curl up, squealing under his palm.
“Ughn. That's it. Good girl.”
Just then your orgasm rushes through your body, your cunt fluttering and pulsating on Mando’s length while your body spasms.
“Fuck. I can feel you clenching down on my cock. You’re so tight.” Mando breaths out, moving his hand up flat against your stomach.
“Shit. I’m gonna bust soon baby.”
You pull Mando’s fingers down from your lips.
“Ins-side me.” You manage to choke out.
“Yeah?” Mando says moving his hand down to your throat and gripping it tightly as his pace and force become unbelievable.
You plant your own hand over your mouth because you can tell that Mando can’t focus on quieting you anymore; and all he cares about is ramming into you as hard as possible.
Mando’s grunts and pants in your ear become louder, and he drags his mouth down to your shoulder, biting on your now sweaty skin to suppress his moans.
Mando exhales sharply and you feel his warm juices coat your insides. Mando’s grip on you loosens and you let your hand drop from your mouth as you both lie there, catching your breath.
“Fuck. Why haven’t we done this before?” Mando whispers as he pulls his softening member out of you.
“Because you’re so intimidating and unapproachable.” You quip.
“Yeah? That why you practically dragged my fingers into your cunt? Huh, little girl? Mando counters, wrapping his arm around you.
“How else was I gonna get your cock in me?” You tease.
“Aww you could have just asked me, princess. I would never turn down the opportunity to get between these pretty legs of yours.” Mando replies, rubbing his thumb up your bare thigh.
You lightly chuckle as you pull your shorts up your legs, but Mando’s hand stops you. He growls in your ear. “Keep these off.” Mando mutters, closing his eyes.
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The kid’s annoying ass doesn’t say a word the next morning while you and Mando tend to the ship.
“I wonder if he heard us last night.” You lean over and whisper to Mando, noticing how awkward and uncomfortable the guy looks.
“He definitely heard us.” Mando responds casually without looking up from his tools.
You turn your gaze to Mando. “You think?”
“Yeah. Did you not hear the bed slamming against the wall?”
“….No. It was??”
All you could hear last night was Mando’s deep sexy voice breathing and grunting in your ear. But now that you think about it, it totally makes sense. Not only is your bed really squeaky, but the head of the frame knocks against the wall almost every time you move.
“Yeah, fairly loudly.”
“Shit. Why didn’t you stop?”
Mando scoffs. “I don’t really give a fuck who’s in the room— if you ask me to fuck you, I’m gonna fuck you.” He puts down his tool and looks directly at the boy. “Besides, maybe now he’ll think twice about being a smart-ass to you, princess.”
Warnings: dirty talk, praise kink, slight spanking, use of sex toys, slight degradation (Oberyn calls you his filthy little whore, which is an absolute blessing in my book), cum play, TONS of butt play, anal sex. I think that’s it lol
A/N: okay y’all… this one gets dirty, straight up FILTHY, ok? My heart fucking leaped from my chest when I wrote it lmfao. If butt stuff isn’t your thing, pls move along. You have been warned.
- As always, this can be tied directly to the beauty that is the Insatiable Series
- ALSO I am SO sorry I forgot to post this yesterday lmfao)
“O – Oberyn,” you stutter out, gasping lightly at the sudden pressure.
“Shh…” he coos, dipping his head down to nuzzle into your neck. “Just relax, little one. Let me take care of you.”
He pours more of the scented liquid over your backside, using one of his hands to spread your cheeks and allowing the oil to pour over himself, too. He’s nestled between your lovely little curves, lubing you up in preparation for what’s to come. Oberyn fists his cock, rubbing the oil up and down his length before repositioning himself at your hole. Then, he returns to you, bending over and resting his chest against your back. He kisses your ear, the hand not on his cock rising to rub your shoulder as he whispers to you.
A/N: this was for another amazing fic swap organized by @imagining-in-the-margins! This is my sfw fluffy fic for @broken-stardust and I just had to do this idea with chip as soon as I saw the prompt!!!! I've got so many fics prewritten now! Just gotta find some sliver of time to post them lol
Summary: Reader has lost something precious to them, and someone unexpected finds it.
Warnings: no- this is the fluffiest shit ever lol though there are a few swear words
Word count: 756 Main Masterlist
Shit- oh my god where is she, oh my god where the fuck is she? She couldn't have gotten far, I mean, this park isn't that big. The only downside is that she isn't that big either…
Who knows where she could've gotten, and maybe she hadn't even run away. Maybe, she was stuck in some bush somewhere wondering where her Daddy was.
I swear I had never run so fast in my life trying to look in every nook and cranny this park had. My mind was also running as fast as me, analyzing every which way she could've gone. If I ever found her I would never let her out of my sight ever again, and I certainly wasn't tying her leash to a pole again.
I ran up to the closest people I saw near me next, asking them if they had seen her run off somewhere looking for the next big smell, or the nearest hot dog she could've nabbed from a picnic table. And, of course no one had seen her anywhere, which either meant she ran off so fast that no one saw, or that she was still nearby.
"Sir? Is this dog yours?" I then whipped my head around to find the source of the noise, which happened to be coming from right behind me. After focusing my eyes to find the voice I saw the tall lanky man who held the leash that was attached to the sweet girl I had been missing.
I recognized him immediately as a regular that lived in the trailer park just down the block. The one time I chatted with him he had said he comes down here to see a nice park that wasn't littered with so much trash. And, I'm pretty sure he wasn't only referring to the litter.
"Oh, Chip, thank you so much!" I practically sprinted and yelled over to him. My baby girl was wagging her tail proudly, trying to run around in circles to catch her tail as usual. I'm sure in her head she was saying 'look who I found Dad! It's that man you rant to me about how cute he his!'
If I didn't know any better I'd have sworn she did it on purpose, I had just been saying to her last night after a bottle of wine how I wish I had the courage to approach him again with a conversation. Now I had no choice, but I was so relieved that I had found her that my nervousness was thrown out of the window quickly.
"Hey, I found something of yours." He joked a little, flashing his smile that he undoubtedly didn't know how adorable was.
"Oh, Chip, how can I ever repay you!?" I gasped and fell to my knees, scratching my puppy all the places that she loved. She did seem happy to see me thankfully, I would've assumed she was trying to get away from me if she wasn't so obsessed with running away no matter who was with her.
"You don't need to repay me, but it would be nice to talk to you more often." He was looking at his shoes and mine, seemingly embarrassed by his cute little request.
Once I stood up I then dipped my hand tentatively underneath his chin, grazing across his scratchy cheeks to tilt his jaw up. Now that his eyes were pointed at mine again, I leaned forward to place a small kiss on his cheek. And, I loved the little scratches I felt again, though this time it was across my lips.
When I pulled away his eyes were wide and his cheeks were flushed the brightest red I had ever seen on someone. My own cheeks were a little heated now, but I was able to keep my chin high enough to say, "I can promise that, Chip."
He then handed me the leash attached to my baby with shaky hands. I grabbed it eagerly, while also sneakily making sure my hand grazed his nimble fingers.
I gave him a little wave back, and a small smile before giving him my goodbye, "Thank you, Chip, I'll see you around" And, next time, I was definitely getting his number to put in my contacts.
Imagine if instead of fleeing Kamino, Jango and Boba went and blended in amongst the clones and watched as Obi-Wan ran circles around the place trying desperately to figure out where the hell they went
Obi-Wan would be able to know through the force but Jango doesn’t know that and Obi-Wan doesn’t want him to know that he knows because at least this way he can keep an eye on him and that’s how Jango Fett ends up having to pretend to be Commander Prime assigned to Kenobi throughout the whole war because even when Jango figures out that Jedi can absolutely tell who he actually is and differentiate all the clones, there’s a tacit agreement that as long as he keep pretending to be just a clone then he doesn’t have to actually face the consequences of participating into the creation of this illegal army (the jedi won’t say anything because they think it’s fitting that Jango would have to live as clone really)
(also with Boba the jedi are like “hm it certainly is curious that this particular clone grows at a regular rate oh i’m sure it’s just a regrettable quirk, guess we’ll have to assume guardianship of this minor and let him stay in the temple and teach and take good care of him - we’re sure that won’t at all set an useful-for-later precedent about the clones being sentient beings who deserves right and who are technically under jedi juridiction and protection as soon as they were found on Kamino or anything …)
At the very beginning, Obi-Wan is around 85-90% sure that Jango is in fact, not a clone. But he’s so afraid of being inadvertently clone racist that he overcorrects. After all he doesn’t actually know Jango that well and Clone Prime might just be the only one who’s been on missions and doesn’t like jedi and isn’t uncomfortably loyal (oh my force I’m a clone racist, I can’t arrest him just because he’s different from the other clones in a way that I don’t like). And if Prime is Jango, well, keep your enemies close, right?
The first several battles have a running b-plot of Obi-Wan trying to trick Jango into giving himself away. Being Obi-Wan Kenobi, this mostly boils down to (1) strategy- throw himself recklessly into harms way. That way, Jango will give into the temptation for betrayal and shoot him the back- It’s the perfect plan! As far as Jango is concerned, the biggest threat to his cover is the inevitable investigation when his general finally succeeds in killing himself. This leads to Jango pulling out all the stops every week to rescue his idiotic Jetii in distress (to protect his cover its not like he likes him or anything).
By the time Obi-Wan reaches 99.9% certainty, their dynamic is set, and he’s not about to mess with a good thing. After all, they’ve kind of got bigger things on their plate to think about than a failed assassination attempt motivated by a now moot point.
A/N: holy shit this one took me forever and im so happy to be done with it lol. big shoutout to my best bud cass for forcing me to finish this mf. i needed to get all my pent up love for oscar and his beautiful beard out of my system so here ya go. sorry mom. (and cass) :’)
also idk shit about dune so im sorry if this is wildly inaccurate, im just really out here vibin and being in love with oscar’s beard dont come for me please
Word Count: 4.5K
Warnings: ahahaha *cracks knuckles* alright SO first off this is pwp, NSWF, 18+, mature, not for children, etc. I stg if you’re under age and read this shit im gonna slap you. so they have sex surprise surprise, holding of an orgasm, kind of a dom x sub dynamic but not really, oral sex (m giving f recieving), orgasm (both m and f), oscar isaac needs his own warning who are we kidding.
(not sure who the GIF is by but if i had to guess i would say ms. taylor over at @/damerondjarin
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The sound of your boots clacking on the heavy gray floor resounded through the towering hallways as you walked. Chewing on the meat of your lip helped to focus your racing mind. Your eyes were cast towards the dark slate of the floor and you almost missed the turn into Duke Leto’s throne room.
Pausing a moment to force your thumping heart to calm itself, you faced the great stone laden door. You blinked a few times and steadied the hands jittering at your sides. Taking a deep breath, you pushed your way through the door.
A long roll of velvet struck the room creating a divide that seemed to originate from it’s heart. A throne sat in the center of the room, it’s legs and top decorated with rare jewels from the depths of Arrakis. A chill wafted over you and as soon as your boots met the pristine velvet you knelt, honoring the man watching from his jeweled perch.
