Zabrak Show Masterlist

Pedro Pascal’s Master list (Library)

Here’s the library of recommended fan fictions created by these talented writer/artist and without further ado, let’s get the ball rolling! 

PS: Again, warnings are listed on the work itself :) Also, I tagged the whole master list so you have plenty to choose from. This is just first of the many :)

@absurdthirst’s master list: Here 

@storiesofthefandomlovers’ master list: Here for Pedro’s characters and Here (includes other characters)

@artemiseamoon’s master list: Here

@din-damn-djarin‘s master list: Here

@keeper0fthestars‘ master list: Here

@bestintheparsec’s master list: Here

@qveenbvtch’s master list: Here

@fleetwoodmac-tshirt‘s master list: Here

@aerynwrites‘ master list : Here

@forever-rogue’s master list: Here

@sweetfictionalworld’s master list : Here for Pedro’s characters and Here  (includes other characters)

@themarcusmoreno‘s master list: Here

@pikemoreno‘s master list: Here for Pedro’s characters and Here for all Star wars

@pedro-pascal-love‘s master list : Here

@norcula’s master list : Here

@prettyboyskywalker‘s master list : Here

@steeeeeeeviebb‘s master list: Here

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa‘s master list: Here

@tiffdawg’s master list: Here

@littlemisspascal‘s Death and an Angel (series) :Here

@f0rever15elf‘s master list: Here

@miraclemoreno’s master list: Here for Pedro’s character and Here for all Triple Frontier 

@bobaandthefetts’ master list: Here

@cinewhore’s master list: Here

@pettyprocrastination‘s master list : Here

@softpedropascal‘s master list: Here

@veuliee2‘s master list: Here

@calliedjarin‘s master list: Here

@zeldasayer’s master list: Here

@pedrosasscal‘s master list: Here

@ithinkwehitametaphor‘s master list: Here (also makes this hilarious Incorrect Narcos Quotes and Incorrect Mandalorian Quotes that I love)

@kingsmanandqueens’ master list: Here

@xwing-baby‘s master list: Here

@maytheglitter’s The Duke and I (series): Here

@writingsnmusings‘ master list: Here 

@djarinbarnes‘ master list: Here

@pascalisthepunkest‘s library: Here

@filthybookworm’s master list: Here

@honeymandos‘ master list: Here

@auty-ren‘s master list: Here

@captn-andor‘s masterlist: Here for Pedro and other star wars characters

@mrpascals‘ master list: Here

@intu-witch-tion’s master list: Here

@nikkixostan’s master list : Here for Pedro and other characters

@mandoalorian‘s master list: Here

@ohwaitimthewriter’s master list: Here for Pedro and other characters

@mypoisonedvine’s master list : Here for Pedro and other star wars characters

@pedroepascal’s master list: Here

@velvetmel0n‘s master list: Here for Pedro and other characters and Here for head cannons

@themand0lorian’s master list: Here

@nakedrogers‘ master list: Here for Pedro and other characters

@pedrosbish’s master list : Here for Pedro and other characters

@dinpascal‘s master list : Here

@mitchi-c‘s master list: Here

@dornish-queen‘s master list: Here

@thirstworldproblemss’ master list: Here

@buttercup–bee’s master list: Here

@fave-fanfic-for-now’s master list: Here

@rae-gar-targaryen’s master list: Here

@perropascal‘s master list: Here

@barnes-dameron‘s : Here for Pedro and other characters

@haildoodles-writing‘s master list: Here for Pedro and other characters

@dindjarin-mandalorian‘s A Soft Place to Land (series): Here

@pedros-mustache’s master list: Here

@talesfromtheguild’s master list: Here for Kinktober list and Here for head cannons

@swcreators march creation event: locations

CORUSCANT Coruscant is a city-covered planet in the Coruscant system of the Core Worlds. Noted for its cosmopolitan culture and towering skyscrapers, Coruscant’s population consisted of approximately one trillion citizens. Its strategic location at the end of several major trade routes enabled it to grow in power and influence to become the hub of galactic culture, education, finance, fine arts, politics and technology. It is the location of several major landmarks, including the Jedi Temple, Monument Plaza and the Senate Building.

ummmmmmmmmmm EXCUSEE ME?!?

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Wig? Snatched. Head? Empty. Panties? Dropped. Pussy? Absolutely dripping HOLY FUCK.

"You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” "

Ohhhh to have fennec call me a little slut.....

This was just spectacular. I am honored my horny jail thots inspired a story like this. I had no doubt this story would be worth the wait. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! never stop writing. I will be re visiting this one OFTEN.

Pairings: Fennec Shand x F!Reader, Boba Fett X F!Reader, Fennec x F!Reader x Boba

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Wordcount: +5.1k

Summary: Unable to sleep one night while Boba was away, you decided to join Fennec in her bed.

Warnings: Smut, PinV, Unprotected Sex, Threesome, Petnames, FxF, MxF, FxMxF

This started out initially as a request from @hyperspace-spicedreams and then it became much longer than I intended. I am sorry for the wait and thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it

Anyone is free to send me any requests and I will be happy to provide

You walked quietly through the halls of Boba’s palace. Though at this time of the night it was only you and Fennec as Boba had gone on some small mission that he felt didn’t require the two of you.

You and Fennec had practiced the same song and dance when she knew you were getting restless. You would be the one to approach her but as always she would take the lead. Small coos and praises here and there throughout the day would leave you squirming in your seat as you tried to get some menial tasks done so Boba would not have to deal with them.

The first time you had been with Fennec had been when Boba had proposed she join the two of you after a long night of spotchka and you losing terribly at sabbac. You were drunk, it was messy, you had fun but it left you unfulfilled.

Fennec had awoken something in you that night that you hadn’t felt since joining the two. This was not your first time with someone of the same sex but it wasn’t with someone like Fennec. Usually you were the one in charge in those situations, the other smaller, timid and softer than you. Fennec, like Boba, called the shots, your pleasure was theirs to take and control.

This evening, the ache was too strong to ignore as your pulse increased as you reached closer to her room. You took a long deep breath as you sternly knocked on the door. You stood straight and puffed your chest, preparing a soft smile to greet her.

Opening the door only slightly ajar, she tilted her head upwards to look down at you as she always did when she was assessing you. Your stance instantly faltered as she made you feel small even though you both were close in height.

“Well look who scurried over here,” she smirked at you with her signature one side smile, “Did you need something, little mouse?”

“You had asked if I had wanted to stop by to watch a holo video,” you squeaked, unable to not gawk at her.

“I did, it is a little late though,” she hummed, looking back inside as if to check the time. You both knew what time it was, both knew what you were here for, she was just waiting for you to say it. You never allowed yourself to crack under anyone but Boba and yet here she was, easily chipping away at you like you were cheap Tatooine clay.

You took in a short sigh, relaxing your body as you approached, “I know but I still want your company,” you stated, trying to impose yourself at the door, hoping to break down whatever barriers Fennec had but you both knew it was futile.

“Oh you do now? What shall we do? Do each other's hair? Paint our nails?” she teased as she went to bop your nose.

You grabbed her hand gently, trying to pull her towards you but really she was pulling you to her. Your lips hovered over hers as you looked at her, her eyes on you like a target but instead of the dangerous look she carried she had a twinkle in her eye that told you she was up for this little ruse.

“We both know why I am here, Shand,” you moaned as your lips touched hers. The kiss was unbearably fragile as a gasp was stuck in your throat. Her lips warm and soft, gentle yet firm. You could never find the words to describe kissing Fennec Shand. She would make you feel powerless in her grasp but also gave you the strength to take on the world that surrounded you, that wanted you out.

You tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled you away.

“Boba’s princess knows what she wants.”

It was your turn for your side smirk as you licked your lips that was coated in her taste.

Without a moment's hesitation Fennec pulled you inside. You didn’t get to take notice of the current layout of her room as her lips were back on you, your face in the palm of her hands as you pressed yourself against her. You cried into the kiss, as she pushed your mouth open with her tongue.

In the short span of kissing Fennec, tasting her, feeling here you knew there would never be enough times to get used to it. To not feel the heat spread over your body, to have the knots in your stomach less tight. Your hands were frantic all over her, her strong arms, her soft hair, her toned back, you deepened the kiss with a new sense of urgent and fervour need, as if trying to map out every part of her for a later memory when the days with her would be long gone.

She stumbled you to her bed, making you sit down as she moved away from you as she quickly removed her top and breast bindings. Trying to match her speed you did the same but lucky for her you only had been wearing panties and a night shirt.

Her palm against your breast bone, she pushed you onto your back, pulling you more onto the bed so both your legs were not hanging awkwardly. She placed your arms bent at your head, as she started to fervently kiss at your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You gasped and cried as her kisses never remained on long enough to cool you down. Her hair swept along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Fennec,” you called out, trying to find your voice, “Sorry, just stop.”

Fennec leaned over you, scanning you over, “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head smiling, you ran your hand along her face, her skin soft despite always being in the sun. You realize that you were both naked from the waist up, her body painted in beautiful scars as the evidence of the toll of her work was written on her body. You ran your hand down to her shoulder, down to her chest and finally gently cupping her breast.

You smile, the familiar sensation creeping back to your core, the weight and colour of her breasts all too familiar and then again you had never seen anyone like her.

“I just...this feels nice,”

Fennec tilted your head, “You can show me how nice it feels in different ways, sweetie.”

You smirked, lifting your body up to grab her in for another kiss. Your bodies finally connected and your heart sang. Skin to skin, breast to breast, you two did not belong to the same puzzle set but yet you fit. You don’t remember it ever feeling this fantastic. Your arms entangled each other as you tried to feel as much of each other as you could.

Fennec gave you one last quick kiss, as she moved down to your breasts. She placed one in her hand as she circled your sensitive bud. You whimpered as you felt the light shocks shoot through your chest

“Look at me, little mouse,” she ordered as she kept her eyes on you as she opened her mouth sweeping the tongue over your nipple. You bit your lower lip, trying hard not to throw your head back and cry. She did it again and then went down to engulf entirely into her mouth, her mouth and tongue working in unison. Her mouth sucking all but gently as her tongue swirled around your nipple as it became painfully erect.

“Fuck, you are so hot Fennec,” you said so plainly as you squirmed under her. You tried to grab any part of her, her head, her breasts, her hand but she slapped you away. She released your breast with a loud pop and immediately did the same to the other.

“You taste so sweet, no wonder Boba can’t stop playing with them.”

You blushed as you felt another wave of pleasure override you. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as you felt your heart lurch and your lower lip tremble. Being in this moment now made you realize how special it was. With the others, it was a quick fuck to make you feel good and you left them to their own hands to finish. Here you were now underneath Fennec, and you never felt such a pull before. Fennec was also letting her guard down, to allow you to be vulnerable as she protected you with her body.

“Please, I want to taste you,’ you begged. She smirked as she slid down further.

“All in good time, my little mouse. Let me have my fun with you first.” She grabbed your panties and pulled them down as she kneeled now before you. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself, hiding the look and how wet you were.

Leaning down, kissing your hands as she pushed them away, “I will have none of that, am I clear?” she said sternly, glaring at you from between your legs. You motioned your hips forward towards nothing as your body convulsed in pleasure.

“Yes, ma’am,” you whined as you kept your hands by your side.

She kissed your inner thigh near the socket of your thigh, “Good girl, then I can continue.”

At first she just ran her fingers over your mound, teasing your lips and tickling your thighs. You tried to not act out, like Boba, acting childish with Fennec would get you nowhere.

Fennec finally offered you some mercy and softly kissed your inner thigh, trailing to your cunt. Nuzzling slightly, kissed at your lips as you whined. She had struck another cord with you as she finally ran her tongue over your cunt, as she began to suck greedily at your lips.

You could never complain over Boba as he never left you disappointed with his mouth but with Fennec it felt special. You didn’t need to guide her to find the right spot, to tell her to change the pressure of her tongue. She could read you like she could read anyone else but instead of finding the quickest kill or weakness she was finding your pleasure. Your senses heightened as she slowly licked at your clit. She started off slow as you gripped her hair, trying to push her closer, harder. You felt her smile as she increased the pressure with the flat of her tongue, her lips encircling the darkened nub.

You cried out as your cunt clamped around nothing as you tried to chase that release, you just needed her to go a little longer, a little harder. You gripped the sheets as you weren’t aware you had been repeating her name, begging to let you finish.

She gripped your hand, sensing your desperation, she pulled away just a moment.

“Don’t worry, little one, I’ve got you.”

You whined in pain as she hovered over your clit, fingers drawing lazy circles at your entrance, “We have all night, I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”

With that she slid two fingers into you as her mouth went back to your nub. You giggled out a yes, as you threw your head back and smiled. She slid her slim fingers into you slowly, she was clearly nowhere near as thick as Boba’s but the way she curled her fingers upwards, hitting the soft spot inside of you. You felt your toes start to curl, as she started to lap harder at your lips, her nose brushing against your clit. You could feel the soft vibrations of her moans as she whispered praises to you. Your whole body was on edge as you ground your hips into her face. Chasing that high became your obsession, you clenched your fists as your nails left half moon indents in your skin.

“Fennec, please, I am so close,” you whined, your body breathing in as you got closer and closer, as your back arched higher and higher off the bed.

“Yes, there, so close, so close,” you chanted as you tossed your head from side to side as you weren’t sure whether to cry, laugh or both.

Suddenly, cold air hit your soaked cunt as you cried out in protest. Your eyes shot open as you glared directly at Fennec, forgetting where acting out got you.

“Did you ask for my permission to come?” she asked sternly as she looked at you with those killer eyes as she gave your lips a little lick.

You looked at her taken aback, “I thought-”

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Heat pooled into your stomach as your neck tensed, trying not to say something smart, “Yes ma’am,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” she then continued to open you with her fingers as she allowed her tongue to slip in. You gasped as you saw stars, your body tense as tears started to pool. Your cunt cried as you tried to hold back, your thighs shaking to close around her. You blindly grabbed for anything, one hand the sheets and one hand Fennec’s hair. She immediately stopped and you froze realizing your mistake.

“Do I need to bind your hands to behave?”

“I think she would only enjoy that more, Fennec,” a husky voice responded.

You turned to see Boba Fett standing at the doorway, only in his black robes. How long had he been back?

“Boba…” you moaned as Fennec paid him no mind as she continued to work on your core.

“I was a little surprised to find our bed empty, mesh’la. I should’ve known you were playing with Fennec.”

Shame flamed your face as you took in a sharp gasp when Fennec found that soft spot inside of you.

“Don’t mind me for now, princess. Pay attention to poor Fennec who had to keep your needy cunt entertained.”

Fennec moved up back towards you, resting her arms on your chest as she laid her head to the side, “Do you want to put on a show for Boba, little mouse?”

You let in a sharp breath, as you drowned in her eyes. Her chest pressing into yours, you could feel her heart beating steadily as yours probably sounded like it was going to burst. You couldn’t believe that someone like her would spend her free time with you, let alone being this intimate with you.

You closed your eyes, worried what your answer would bring, took in a shallow breath and opened your eyes, “I kinda just really want to make you feel good, Fennec.” you whispered, pressing your forehead to hers.

She let out a small chuckle, “Awww, aren’t you just the sweetest,” she teased, as she trailed kisses down your body once again.

“Always such a selfless love you are, mesh’la,” Boba stroked your cheek as his thumb traced your lip, you let out an approving hum as you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking vigorously as your tongue snaked around the tip.

“Did you miss me, little one?”

You nodded as his free hand trailed down your throat, squeezing slightly.

“Missed you so much that she came to me,” Fennec teased, adding a third finger as she quickened the pace even more, admiring how stretched your walls were around her fingers.

You groaned in protest, disagreeing with her as Boba’s thumb left your mouth with a loud pop.

“You know that’s not true, Shand,” you cried out, your feet lifting off the bed as you curled your legs towards your body. This gave her more access to you, as she retracted her fingers, replacing them with her tongue, drinking in your juices as you withered under her.

“Fennec, please, I want to be closer.”

Fennec fanned your cunt as she looked up at you, “How do you want that, little mouse? Show me.”

You took in a deep breath for courage as you pulled her up until you two were facing each other. You gave her a small kiss as you moved downwards, removing her leggings and panties. You kneeled as you lifted one of her legs as you scooched closer to her. Your legs entangled as your core touched hers. Fuck she was also wet, but she looked so composed, even from this position you felt intimidated. You swallowed your nerves as you ground your core against hers. You let out a low whimper, as you tried again, slowly getting used to the positioning and rhythm.

It had clearly been a while as your movements were a little sloppy but from the way Fennec gasped quietly and gripped your arm a little tighter, clearly something was going right.

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, mesh’la,” Boba cooed as he stroked your hair as you gripped Fennec’s leg, groaning as you hit the right spot.

“Our princess is full of surprises,” Fennec gasped as she tightly gripped your hands as she met with your thrusts, “I didn’t expect this out of herrrr,” she titled her head back as you increased the pace. Your breasts bouncing, the sound of skin on skin and your moans filled the room. All you could focus on was the feeling between your legs, the gasps that you were getting out of Fennec and the heat that coursed through your body.

Fennec crunched up, as you both tried to get as close as physically possible, “Are you close, baby girl?”

You looked at Fennec, tears in your eyes as you nodded and cried out. You just kept chanting yes over and over again. “Me too, come on together now.”

With a few last harsh thrusts you both stiffened as your bodies came undone. You cried out Fennec’s name as you looked into her eyes as you felt your juices leaking onto the sheets. You plopped backwards, catching your breath as Boba towered over you, his now naked frame was upside down from the angle you were at. How long had he been standing like that?

Your legs were still on top of each other as you took in Boba’s weeping cock near you, his hand lazily stroking, just enough to keep him hard.

“Go on, little one,” she purred as she tickled your foot.

You squirmed as you got up to crawl towards Boba.

“Was that good, little one?” you nodded as you tried to sit yourself up, moving to face him. You wrapped your arms around him as you gave him a deep kiss. Boba trailed his hands over your back, down to your ass as he squeezed tightly, “That was very nice of her wasn’t it?”

You nodded as you turned to look back at Fennec, who, at no surprise of your own, was already fixed up, lying sprawled out on her pillows looking at you. “I think you need to apologize to Fett. You kept him waiting.” she smirked at you as you kept your head low out of shame.

Boba grabbed your hand trailing it down to his rock hard cock, “See what your little show did to me?”

You nodded, as you slowly moved down, keeping your eyes on him as your tongue slid across his head. You heard the familiar sigh, as he gently tugged on your hair, dragging you closer. You took him in with ease after all those nights of him fucking your throat. You hummed in pleasure at the familiarity of it all.

You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” she praised as she ran a hand down your back, her fingers kissing your spine and giving your ass a light whack. You cried out around his cock, as Boba started to control the pace.

“I’ve missed this pretty mouth of yours, princess.” He groaned as he brought your face to his short curls as you gagged around his cock. You smiled up at him, eyes watering as drool dribbled down your face.

Boba pulled you off, his cock covered in your saliva as you took shallow breaths.

“I have missed other parts of you also. On your back little one.”

You grinned as you scrambled to the head of the Fennec’s bed, parting your legs as Boba knelt between them. Fennec laid down next to you, cradling your head on her chest.

Boba stroked his cock up and down your lips, placing pressure on your entrance and clit.

“You got her so wet Fennec,krifff!”

“You’re welcome. It wasn’t too hard, was it, baby girl?”

You shook your head, “Boba, please, I need you. Please fuck me.”

Boba chuckled as he pinched one of your nipples, “You are usually so shy, little one. I didn’t expect a new you when I came home.”

You raised your hips to meet his cock, as you pouted and huffed.

“There she is,” he smirked as with one slow thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside of you. You gripped his arms as you cried out. Though Fennec had stretched you open, nothing ever prepared you for Boba’s size. You could feel every inch of him open you up as your stomach clenched from both pain and pleasure.

“Boba! Fuck!” you cried out as your thighs shook around him, as you tried to meet his thrusts.

He wrapped one hand around your neck again, as he squeezed slightly. You tightened around him as you let out a hoarse gasp. Your hands wrapped around his large wrist, you pulled his hand closer and away, allowing you to control the pressure.

Fennec had her arm wrapped around you this entire time, “What is he doing to you?” she whispered.

“Fuck...Fucking me!” you turned your head to look at her as you lifted your legs to force Boba in deeper.

“That’s right, does he feel good? Is he stretching that beautiful cunt of yours?”

You nodded an uhuh as you clenched your eyes as you felt yourself already nearing your release. Boba leaned down to be closer to you, his breathing just as hard and ragged as yours. “I can feel it, baby girl, cum for me. Let us hear you!”

You arched yourself off of Fennec as you sobbed out a wail as you came undo around him. Your walls clenching him, pulling him in, trying to coax a release out of him.

“I can see how wet his cock is,baby girl. Is that all from you?” You were lying down, your body numb as you panted from the excursion. Boba did not slow down though as he kept fucking you. Your tits bounced, your face pressed up against Fennec’s soft chest.

“Your lips are stretched around him so nicely. Next time we will try with my toy, what do you think?”

You nodded enthusiastically as Boba cursed as you clenched down around him once again. Your cunt was a vice at this point from all the pleasure you were taking in.

"How about you show her how thankful you are for letting you cum, Princess."

You smiled at Shand as she sat above you. She had let her hair come undone as she had a slight rosy hue to her cheeks. You knew Shand rarely allowed herself to be so carefree and could you also say vulnerable? You moved upwards to kiss her again, trying to hold yourself up as Boba slowly thrusts into you.

Her taste was just as intoxicating, as she ran her hands through your hair. She lightly scratched at your scalp, goosebumps adorned your skin.

“Kriff, little one! I am not going to last with you clenching down on me.”

You giggled as you continued to kiss Fennec, the kiss was sloppy and she was clearly dominating like the night before. Instead of it being sloppy due to the alcohol, it was messy from how comfortable you two were with each other now. After tonight you knew that your relationship with her had changed. In public you two would of course keep up your personas but you knew that in the future you were both going to let your guards down and just be with each other, along with Boba by your side as well.

“Lie down,” Fennec murmured, stroking the loose strands of hair from your face. Lying down, Fennec threw one leg over your head between her thighs. You instinctively grabbed her hips as you pulled her wet heat to your mouth. You saw stars when you got the first taste of her. She was so wet and soft. She tasted like nothing and everything all at once. The scent of her was intoxicating.

You traced her lips with your tongue as your nose brushed up against her clit with every thrust from Boba. Mapping her, taking note of every small shudder, ever small gasp. Between the mix of Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you knew normal acts of pleasure would never be the same again.

“How is her talented little mouth?” Boba asked as he noticed Fennec stop a moment as you moaned into her cunt. He saw your bruising grip on her thighs and chuckled.

“I can see why you are always having her gag on your cock, she is a greedy little thing.” Fennec moaned, she gripped your head, giving herself more leverage. She moaned as she started to grind her hips into your face, “That’s it girl, drink me. Can you feel what you are doing to me? Such a good girl.”

You could no longer think, all you could process was your desire to please both of those using your body. You were their plaything, your pleasure was derived from their pleasure. Your body vibrated, as you buried your tongue into Fennec’s cunt, trying to reach as far as her tongue did. You could hear Boba’s praises as he continued to use you as he saw fit. Your entrance stretched and dripping as he tried to coax another orgasm out of you.

“Kriff, mesh’la, give it to her. Show her how I properly taught you to say thank you. Use that talented tongue of yours. You won’t get to cum until she does.”

With that, Boba slammed hard into you, he watched as tried to bring Fennec closer, your cries and pleas being muffled. Licking his thumb, he rubbed the wet digit over your clit. You inhaled sharply as you tried to control yourself while still focusing on Fennec’s delicious cunt.

“Fuck, little one, no wonder Boba keeps his cock down your throat,” she moaned as you gripped your hair tighter as her free hand trailed over her body. You could sense she was close as her walls tighten around your tongue and her moans increased in pitch. You eagerly tried to bring her over. You doubted the famous Fennec Shand got off that easily and you secretly wanted to claim bragging rights in doing so.

Between Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you were in heaven.Fennec at this point was just riding your tongue as you remained mostionless allowing her to use you as she wished. Suddenly, you felt her stiffen as she let out a low cry as she shuddered around you.

You eagerly tried to extend her orgasm, lapping at her juices. Eventually her grip on you loosened as she gently moved herself off you. She bent down to kiss you, tasting her juices on you, “Who knew this smart mouth was good for something else,” she grinned as she collapsed next to you.

“Good girl,” Boba purred as he pushed your knees to your chest, “That’s my smart, little girl.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you clung onto him. His pace never faltered as your breaths deepened, your stomach tightening.

“Boba, I am so close,” you mewled as he rested his forehead against yours. You lightly felt Fennec’s soft touch along your rib cage, as you scrunched your eyes focusing on Boba. The stretch was always so perfect,he knew your body by heart as he would play with you until your release. Tonight, he was taking time as he took in every twitch, every moan, every gasp. The way you fluttered around him as he kept moving at an agonizing pace.

“Is princess getting a little tired?” He cooed, kissing your forehead.

You shook your head as you thrust at him, your walls not releasing him as you tried to control the pace. Boba gripped your waist tighter as he began to move faster.

“Alright little one, let me get one more out of you, hrmm? Would you like that?”

You gripped the sheets unable to leverage yourself on him anymore, “Yes, please, Boba please!” you cried out.

Your breasts bouncing, as you tossed your head from side to side. You arched your back as Boba eagerly thrusts into you.

“Cum with me,” he ordered.

You screamed his name as your body stiffened once again, your vision going black as you came undone around him. You cried out again as you felt his hot liquid paint your walls as you shuddered around him.

Planting yourself back on the bed, your body jelly as you could no longer move. Boba remained inside you, offering a few lazy thrusts before pulling out of you.

“Way to make a mess,” Fennec teased as she returned with a warm damp towel for you. Boba was still admiring you on full display for both of them. Your face still glistened from Fennec’s cum and his seed dripping from between your legs.

Your eyes remained closed as Fennec gently cleaned you off, giving a little kiss on the nose when she was done. You shifted trying to move to get up but you no longer had control over your limbs.

“Sorry Fennec, Boba and I will go now...” you mumbled.

“I don't think you are in any state to be moving, my little mouse. And we can’t have Boba hurt his back carrying you.”

You heard Boba chuckle as he gently lifted you up, placing you more in the centre of the bed.

You snuggled into the pillows as you felt Boba next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt Fennec on the other side as she pulled you closer, cradling your head. You felt your heart swell from both of their touches, knowing now that the dynamics had definitely shifted. Instead it being the outcome you had worried about, initially, this was better than you could imagine being between the two people that meant the most.

You smirked, feeling yourself start to doze off, “Hey Boba, I told you I was just as good at eating girls out as you.”

Boba smacked your ass, “Don’t start, little one.”

Fennec kissed your forehead, keeping her lips on you, “You just had beginner's luck.”

You snuggled deeper into their warmth, as sleep over took you. Before completely drifting off you could’ve sworn you hear both of them whispering words of praise that you were certain not to remember in the morning.

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Thank you can actually be so sexy.

And I love Baby tilting his head back to watch Din. These little movements make him so real.

I just saw a beautiful explanation of the “Din Grogu” name and I thought I’d pass it along!

Essentially, Din is currently sponsoring Grogu as a Mandalorian apprentice. This is because Grogu cannot yet speak the Creed. That being said, the name “Din Grogu” is showing that Grogu is still too young to have spoken the Creed and still under Din’s sponsorship.

Once Grogu can speak and take the Creed, the “Din” will be dropped and he will become “Grogu Djarin,” seeing as he will no longer require Din’s sponsorship. But having Din’s first name there for right now tells others that Grogu is still young and under his father’s sponsorship.

ok, look, can we parse the implications of this (legends) canon moment from the revenge of the sith novel?? first, anakin knows obi-wan so well that he can basically sense his emotions in the Force from a whole separate starfighter, and then his reaction is to Act Like A Brat in order to encourage obi-wan to do a little recreational scolding as stress-relief. obi-wan says anakin’s name like every sentence, first as a reprimand and then basically as an endearment. anakin is satisfied by being chastised, only adding support to my thesis that anakin has an ‘obi-wan’s disappointed voice’ kink. bless you, stover 😂

Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill, late 70’s

THE LAST OF US episode 1 + everyone’s unhinged thoughts about Pedro Pascal

Insatiable - Chapter One: Let Me Taste You

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: flirting, kissing, use of aphrodisiacs, dirty talk, semi-public groping/dry humping, fingering, oral (f receiving), mentions of an age gap (reader is 21), mentions of bisexuality.

Summary: Known for your incredible intellect, you’re invited to Dorne to meet the royal family as one of their honored guests. You meet Prince Oberyn, who’s interest in you is immediate and evident. You return his affections throughout the night as the family invites guests for a lively gathering. When you return from the bathroom, Oberyn heightens your flirtatious interactions as he meets you in the empty hallway on your way back to the ballroom.

A/N: oh lord I loved writing this, I can already tell this series will be a handful LOL. This was longer than I originally intended, but oh well, I am SO proud of it! Our promiscuous prince is an absolute sun god that can take me ANY day of the week. Hope y’all enjoy <3

Series Details:

- This series will loosely follow the outline of the show Game of Thrones, but you don’t need to be familiar with the show to understand what’s going on.

- Since Oberyn is known to be a salve for the sexy times, there will definitely be smut in every chapter.

- We are also beginning in a timeline that currently does not involve Ellaria. It’s not that I don’t absolutely love her (I totally do) I’m just more into monogamous relationships personally, so that’s where I’m gonna start. But who knows where this series will go.

- ANYWAYS, without further ado, our gorgeous Prince of Dorne and his overwhelming desire for the reader begins below.

Dorne was a land you’d never seen before but heard many stories of. Its infamous water gardens and tropical temperature was foreign to you, though not undesirable. In fact, the trip seemed comparable to a miniature vacation. Your presence was requested by the Lord of Dorne. After hearing of your intellect and travels, he wanted to meet you for himself. Many did, after all. When you became of age, your father flaunted you about, dragging you throughout the Seven Kingdoms in order to earn wealth and infamy. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, you rather enjoyed being the center of attention, but the trips were long and tedious, and you yearned for a break from your busy life.

“I’ve heard stories of the prince of Dorne.” Your best friend tittered girlishly as she helped you pack.

“Have you now?” you smirked, pulling out another suitcase. The carriage would be here in the morning for your two-day trek. The Lord even sent one of their own; how charming.

“Oh yes, he’s very handsome.” She continued, gossiping as she helped fold your dresses. “And rather promiscuous.”

“And who are you hearing this from, Anya?” you question, humor in your voice.

Anya was two years younger than you, and still in school. She was actually due to be sent away to the Citadel to further her studies while you were gone. However, no matter how talented she may be when it came to her education, she always lacked a bit in maturity, diving into rumors and drama whenever she could.

“Everyone!” she squealed, excited for you and your new adventure. “I hear he fancies both women and men.” She whispers to you.

“It’s not that uncommon.” You glanced back at her, knowing she’s aware of your own sexual orientation.

“I know, but… I’ve just never met anyone else like that!” You grimaced at this. She could be so strange sometimes.

“Promise me you’ll write!” she requests, closing your suitcase.

“Of course,” you turn, reassuring her.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I know, I’ll miss you too. But don’t worry, the Citadel is a marvelous place. You’ll have a great time with your studies.”

Anya nodded, staring back at you before embracing you in a tight hug. She’d never been to Dorne, either. If you could, you’d take her with you, and if you’re being honest, you’re a little nervous for your own travels. This would be there first time you were visiting a new place on your own. After your twenty-first birthday, your father opted out of these journeys. He claimed that you’re grown enough to handle this on your own now, and you are. It’s just new to you, is all.

But that was the other day. Your thoughts have done absolutely nothing to calm your nerves as you continue on toward the foreign land’s palace. Sitting inside the carriage, you scan your wooden surroundings. Your two suitcases sit on the bench across from you, often where your father sat. He was great company on these expeditions, offering conversation and amusement when the treks became long and boring. But now, you had no one. But you can do this, you’re more than capable of doing this. Truly, it’s Anya’s comments that currently fuel your nervousness. You hadn’t been approached sensually by a man in so many years, and of course not while your father visited these places with you. If the prince truly is as flirtatious as Anya claims, you’re in for a treat.

Your thoughts entertain you on and off throughout your journey, along with the books you packed and the drawings you continue to detail. The closer you get to the land filled of flourishing fauna and flowing streams, the hotter the temperature inside the carriage becomes. Your halter dress is ideal for the tropical conditions, allowing much of your skin to breath as the majority of it is exposed. You tie your long hair up into a bun at the nape of your neck. Only a few more hours.

When you finally reach your destination, you’re overwhelmed by the heat radiating from the bright sun. Your home was warm, but nothing compared to this. Glancing out the window, you see the amazing structure of the royal edifice come into view, its large architecture and blooming foliage truly breathtaking. Once stopped, you’re assisted out of the carriage by one of the guards chaperoning your trip. He’d accompanied you on this visit, offering to be your personal aid and security while away from home, which you truly appreciated. While Dorne was a welcoming and friendly place, you’d need a familiar face in order to feel comfortable for your four-week stay. Yes, that’s right. For whole weeks. The Lord planned on inviting many guests to his home, flaunting you as his honored guest. You don’t mind though; a few parties should be fun.

“Thank you, Ambrose.” You smile sweetly, taking his hand as you step down.

A woman descends the palace steps, gracefully striding towards you. She greets you, introducing herself as Milena, one of the royal family’s servants.

“The Lord of Sunspear wishes to see you, promptly.”

“Oh, okay.” You stutter, turning to the carriage behind you. “Should I grab my things first?”

“Oh no,” she laughs, waving a hand as if it was a silly thing for you to ask. “We will have those taken care of for you. Now, if you’ll follow me.” She smiles sweetly, gesturing again with her hand as she silently asks you to follow her inside.

The layout and designs within the building are just as spectacular as those on its exterior. Large, multi-shaped corridors and archways lead you through the palace’s many hallways and open space. Your eyes take in the vivid colors and patterns that surround you; you’ve never seen anything like it. The servant’s pace eventually slows as you reach a particular room, clearly meant for entertaining with its open entrance and sizeable space.

The Lord of Sunspear sits at the far wall, adorning a golden throne sat upon a raised step. His frame is thin, his features dark as his eyes rest upon you. His brown hair is long, but thinning, a receding hairline forming on either side of his temples. Facial hair scatters along his cheeks and jawline, and he wears a robe bright enough in color to match the chair highlighting his royal position. To your left, his Lady sits, bouncing a child on her lap. Off to your right is a lengthy couch, another man half-sprawled out across the lavish fabric. You curtsy, doing your best to be as polite as you are graceful.

The man and woman sitting on the extravagant furniture on either side of you look up, acknowledging your presence. Lady Mellario hands her infant son off to a hand maiden who hurries away with him. The nobleman sitting on his throne nods at your elegant bow, appreciating the sentiment and formality.

“Welcome,” the Lord stands, his harms spread wide.

He walks toward you, reaching out to hold your hands in his. You smile at him, comforted by his gestures.

“We greatly appreciate your visit and are delighted to meet you. Allow me to introduce you to my family.” He leads you over to his wife, his hand on your lower back as he introduces you.

“Lady Mellario,” you grin, nodding to her in a show of respect.

She smiles back, greeting you kindly. You find it strange, though, her quietness. Regardless, you’re turned around to face the other man in the room. He sits up as your eyes meet, standing and walking over to you.

“This is my brother, Prince Oberyn.”

The prince leans down, taking your right hand in his before lifting it and pressing his lips to your knuckles. You stare into his dark eyes, his smirk evident as he greets you.

“Very nice to meet you,” he purrs, his voice low and accent dissimilar to yours.

You smile, sighing lightly at his chivalrous actions and baritone voice. He’s taller than you and has dark features, darker than that of his brother. His jawline is sharp, nearly black facial hair blooming along it and his upper lip. His lean muscle is prominent beneath his yellow robe, exposed by the front opening of his tunic, displaying his smooth, bronzed chest. He seems older than you, much older, in fact. Somehow, this only adds to his attractive charm.

“Well, I would love to entertain, but I must tend to other matters.” The Lord claps his hands his hands eagerly as he speaks, inadvertently pulling you out of the prince’s trance. “You will be shown to your chambers shortly, I advise you prepare yourself for the night’s event. My visitors will be arriving within a few hours. You’ll sit at our table, as Dorne’s honored guest.” The Lord behind you explains, placing his hands on your shoulders.

You turn your head slightly, nodding to him. “Thank you, I’m very excited.”

The same servant that led you inside directs you to where you’ll be staying. You admire your surroundings, the chamber enormous in its entirety. Upon entrance, you notice the large bed off to your left, held up on a higher level than the rest of the room by a large step. The bed is round in shape, decorated with many silk pillows and blankets. Straight ahead is a balcony overlooking part of the water gardens below. To the right sits a work area, a sizeable desk accompanied by a lavish bookcase. In the corner past this is your bathroom. An enormous bath lays in the ground, heated by springs pumped through the palace walls. The entire chamber smells sweetly of flowered perfumes and oils, the freshy cut blossoms sitting in expensive vases also adding to the pleasant aroma.

Your servant leaves quickly, allowing you to bask in the beauty of your surroundings in private. You sit on your luxurious bedspread, holding the smooth fabric of your pillow on your lap and stroking its sheen texture. A breeze flows through the curtains separating the main space from the balcony, the sun’s rays dancing across the marbled ground at your feet. You were right, this trip would not be work, it would be relaxing. Though, Lord Doran did advise you to get ready to entertain, so you decide to do just that.

Your suitcases have been placed next to your desk on the far side of the room, and you open the top one to lay out your dresses, surveying your options. They’re each hand crafted from multiple fabrics, each a different shade and style. You eventually decide on a waist-high even split dress. It’s nude in color and flows smoothly over your body. The dress’ neckline is extremely low cut. The fabric at your waist parts into two sections, one larger and one smaller. The larger portion flows down your backside, while the other covers your front in between your legs. Your skin from your hips down is revealed in its entirety. You’d have to be careful tonight; one wrong move and you’d embarrass yourself for your lack of undergarments. The thinness of the dress won’t allow for anything to be worth beneath it, not elegantly anyway. You were never one to cover up though, especially in the hot sun that hung over Dorne. The attire was quite to your liking. Now within the cool walls of the majestic building, you decide to wear your hair down, fully expressing your beauty. You choose to wear the sandals you came in with, also nude in color as they wrap up your calf.

You’re ready much quicker than you expected. You know you’ll have to wait at least an hour before a servant returns to lead you downstairs and to your seat at the head table, maybe even longer. You scan the room, eyes returning to the last unpacked suitcase. You have time, and it’s only one bag, it should be quick job. Your books are first, and you lean over in order to grab as many as you can. But just as you start to set them onto the bookshelf off to your left, you hear a knock on the door. Your body shoots upright, spinning around just in time to see the large wooden door open slowly. Oberyn’s sudden presence frightens you for a moment, causing you to yelp as you turn. He chuckles, surveying your room as he lets himself in.

“Prince Oberyn,” you blurt out, watching him enter further.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he speaks, turning to shut your door before approaching you. “I wanted to introduce myself again, get the chance to speak with you privately.”

“Is there something wrong?” you ask, your brow furrowing in confusion.

“No,” he smiles, sighing as he looks down at you. “I’d just like to speak with you before our company arrives. That’s all.” He purrs, taking your hand in his again, his thumb stroking your soft skin. You blush at his actions, your gaze faltering as you glance at your feet.

“I want you to know, that when you’re in my palace, you need not address me as prince.” You look up, eyes meeting as he continues. “My title has no purpose coming from your lips.”

His hand leave yours, coming up toward your face, his pointer finger and thumb looking as if they mean to cup your chin. He tuts as his digits barely glide over your skin, deciding against it and lowering his hand. You’re left with a questionable emotion, wishing you’d felt his skin on yours as he backs away from you.

“Were you unpacking?” he questions, raising his eyebrows and gesturing to your books.

“Oh, yes. I figured I had the time.” You shrug, looking over your shoulder at them.

He leans over you, reaching behind you to pick one up, the edge of his robe brushing over your bare shoulder. The prince leans back and flicks through its pages, admiring its detail. This particular book covers a wide expanse of natural poisons among various plants and roots, something the prince studied extensively in his years at the Citadel, reminding you of his infamous title as the Red Viper. He hums as he reads for a moment, then shuts the book and places it back on your desk.

“My brother thinks you are an intelligent woman.” He steps forward, encroaching on your space as his hand flattens against the surface of your sturdy desk.

You cock your head to the side and raise an eyebrow as your confidence returns, assuming his words suggest doubt in your intellect. “And what do you think, Oberyn?” you inquire, trying out his request at the dismissal of his title.

“An intelligent woman, indeed.” He agrees, his voice lowering and nodding his head slightly. He towers above you, peering down into your eyes and tilting his head before asking, “Where did you study? The Citadel?”

You find this humorous, a small laugh escaping past your lips. “The Citadel studies me.” You respond complacently.

“An honor, no doubt.” He smirks, a single finger moving to run over the curve of your cheek. “One I would be delighted to receive.”

The prince’s suggestive remarks elicit a thundering pulse within you, arousal quickly building in your lower stomach. His beauty is palpable, as well as his attraction toward you.

“What do you want to know?” you question, breathing out shakily as he inches closer.

“I want to know what makes you tick, little one.” He mutters, “What makes your cleverness as bright as your beauty?”

The nickname and praise stir something deep in your chest while butterflies erupt in your stomach. Calling you “little one” while standing so tall and robust before you, his age much older than your own, his baritone voice speaking to you so softly, his eyes not once leaving yours… it makes you feel so innocent, submissive… like prey cornered by a hunter.

“Rather flirtatious toward your guests, aren’t we?” you inquire sarcastically, smirking up at him.

He purrs at this, appreciating your wits. “Only with ones as alluring as you.”

At this, you’re speechless. Your breath is caught in your throat and you’re currently out of clever remarks. When he sees your reaction, clearly entranced in his subtle seduction, his smile widens.

“What a beautiful dress,” he grins sweetly in your silence, the back of his hand roaming lightly over the fabric on your stomach as he glances down. His mouth parts slightly, his brow furrowing faintly as he focuses on the outline of your body beneath the thin cloth. His hand wraps around you, palm meeting the skin of your back as he gently places it on your waist. Your heartbeat quickens at his closeness, his curved nose inches from yours.

“Quite a taunting design.” He admits, his eyes shifting to the swell of your breasts. You grin wickedly, reveling in the prince’s full attention.

“As is yours,” you remark, staring at his bronze chest. His robe shifts open even more as he moves, further exposing his toned frame.

“Yes,” he sighs out, the hand on your waist moving up to rest just below the curve of your tits. He leans forward, his lips pressing lightly to your ear as he whispers, “But I could show you more.”

His words send shivers up your spine, your limbs tingling with excitement. It’s been so long since you’ve been with a man that the thought of any sexual act entices you. But with this man? The things you would do to be with this man…

“You said we have time, right little one?” his chest vibrating against you as he hums curiously. You nod, biting your bottom lip lightly. “Why don’t we make use of that?”

He removes the hand placed on the desk, raising it to meet the line of your jaw. He raises his eyebrows as you stare at him, silently wondering if you’ll allow his advancements. You decide to accept, tilting your chin up to meet him. The prince moves slowly, eyes lowering to your magnificent mouth and then closing delicately as his soft, full lips press to yours. His head tilts, nose brushing against your own as he deepens the kiss. You reach up to cup his face, moving your mouth against his in earnest. His facial hair scrapes against the smooth skin of your cheeks as he continues, his wet tongue eventually trailing over your bottom lip. You part your lips for him, allowing his tongue to move between them. An intense pulse floods through your heat as your tongues collide, massaging against each other deliciously. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you feel the prince’s experienced mouth and tongue for the first time.

Oberyn moans into you, his brow furrowing in concentration as his tongue works itself inside your mouth. The hand on your face lowers to your hip, joining the other and gripping you tightly. You roll your hips toward him in response, allowing yourself to let go just a little bit more. A single hand falls to his chest, your fingers twiddling with the hem of his robes and dancing along his smooth skin.

He moves you over toward your desk before bending down to grab the back of your thighs. He hauls you up, placing you on the sturdy furniture and positioning his hips between your legs, his persistent mouth never leaving yours. His strength and forwardness get the better of you as your slick begins wetting your inner thighs. Your legs close ever so slightly, holding him against you. He continues lapping at your tongue passionately, his hand keeping your jaw open for him as he does so. He leans back, his tongue licking slowly over your lips before speaking.

“I want to taste you, pretty girl.” His voice is strained with desire as he continues, “See if your flavor is as delectable as you are.” He runs a finger over your lips, eyes focusing on the supple flesh before flicking up to meet your gaze.

At first, you’re hesitant, unknowing of how far you’re willing to go. You’ve just met this man, and you’ll be staying in his home for four weeks. What if something goes wrong… You know what? Fuck it. You’re on your own and you want to have fun. You’re an adult, and if things go sideways, you’ll handle it. Like an adult.

“I hope you like what you find,” you breathe out, beaming brightly.

He grins, lowering himself almost immediately. He keels on one knee before you, his large hands easily moving the thin fabric of your dress to the side. When his eyes meet your exposed heat, he moans lustfully. Leaning in, he places a single, gentle kiss onto your mound, and you gasp at the sensation. You rest your left leg up onto the chair sitting in front of your desk, offering him an even better view. But, just as he goes in to taste you, there’s a knock on the door.

Your name is called out by the servant who’s been accompanying you, causing the two of you to jump in surprise. Oberyn looks over his shoulder at the still closed door, your eyes finding the same spot. “Lord Doran is requesting your presence. He’d like you to be seated before his guests arrive.”

Oberyn turns his head back toward you, leaning in to kiss your thigh. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shock waves through your hips. He lifts himself from his lowered position, folding the fabric of your dress back to its intended place.

“I suppose we’ll have to finish this another time, little one.” His voice is soft and seductively low as he speaks, his hand cupping your face while his thumb swipes gently over the apple of your cheek.

The grip your teeth have on your lip nearly spills blood as frustration and arousal mix in your veins. You sigh out, yearning for some kind of release. The whine that comes from your lips is girlish and embarrassing, and it makes him chuckle above you.

“Don’t worry,” he mutters. His lips meet yours once again, kissing you twice before finishing with, “I’ll find you soon enough.”

The servant, Milena, leads you down the multitude of corridors within the palace. It’s almost frightening how large the building is and how many twists and turns seem to be around every corner. You make sure to take note of this, as this is where you’ll be staying for the next month. Eventually, though, you’re led to a large ballroom. Its entryway is enormous, truly magnificent. The walls of the opening are lined with blue and gold trim curving around delicate patterns. The inside walls resemble similar patterns and textures, its lofty ceiling upheld by solid, dark timbers. The far side of the ballroom is missing its wall, though, and is instead supported by large columns. The large spaces between them serve as entryways to the renowned water gardens. At the front of the glorious room is the head table, a seat set aside for each member of the royal family, and yourself, of course.

Your name echoes off of the stone walls as you’re called by the Lord, already strutting over to you. “My guests will be arriving soon, please, come sit.”

He shows you to the lengthy table, gesturing toward your seat. The wooden chair has carvings of the Martell House, the ruling family of Dorne’s, coat of arms: a golden spear piercing a red sun. You sit, admiring the craftsmanship as you place your elbows on its armrests.

“Adequate?” he asks, his tone full of amusement as he doubts you will say otherwise.

“Very.” You reply, smiling up at him.

“Perfect. Now, my visitors are very intrigued by you. They’re a neighboring house to ours, the Tyrells, in fact.”

You’d heard of House Tyrell before, but you’d never had the opportunity to meet them in person. The Lord and Lady have three sons and one daughter and were often accompanied by their grandmother, a Lady as well. You’d heard rumors of their daughter, Margaery, being quite infatuated with your intellect and prestige.

“Ah yes,” you sigh happily, “Lord Mace and Lady Alerie. Will their four children be accompanying them, as well as their grandmother, Lady Olenna?”

Lord Doran smirks at your knowledge of the Seven Kingdoms, nodding his head before speaking. “Indeed. I do hope you will share some of that marvelous intellect with them tonight, as well.”

“I’d be happy to,” you sing, proud to show yourself off.

“Fantastic. Our cooks our preparing supper, do you have a preference?”

On this, you think a bit. Curiosity gets the better of you as your mind wanders to Oberyn. If you’re going to dwell in this man’s company for so many weeks, why not get to know him a little bit?

“I’ll have whatever Prince Oberyn is having.”

Lord Doran tilts his head, raising an eyebrow at you, but chooses to ignore his questing thoughts. “I’ll notify our head chef. Please, remain seated while our visitors arrive.”

Sitting patiently, you twiddle your thumbs and hum excitedly. You’ve been in this exact situation enough times to anticipate how the evening will go. Your hosts will serve you a meal, and likely their guests as well, while holding pleasant conversation. Afterwards, many other, less important newcomers will flood the room as musicians begin to play, and more alcohol is served. That’s when the fun begins.

“Quite punctual, I see.” Prince Oberyn strolls into the room, eyes immediately on you.

“Of course,” you reply, watching him walk over to you. “I don’t want to be rude to my hosts by disobeying orders.”

Soon enough, he’s at your side, and you have to angle your neck upwards in order to meet his gaze. He reaches down, lightly holding your chin between his thumb and forefingers.

“I can only hope you’ll be as obedient for me.” He purrs, smirking when your lips part at his words.

Before you can reply, his eyes flitter up to someone further behind you. You turn as well, seeing the Lord of Sunspear’s Lady sit on the far end of the table, Lord Doran then joining her. Oberyn sighs, pulling out the chair next to you and sitting. You’re feeling rather high and mighty, you must admit. You’re sat between Lord Doran and Prince Oberyn, two very powerful men who are honoring you tonight, and for many more nights to come. Sitting at a royal table wasn’t new to you, but it was always a delight.

Once you’re all situated at the table, the Tyrell family is led in, but not before a smaller table is set up in front of you for them to sit at. Lord Mace and Lady Alerie enter, followed by Lady Olenna and their four children. Each smiling and greeting the royals sitting next to you. They take their seats at the table and Lord Doran welcomes them, introducing you in the process.

“It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you all.” You speak, smiling politely. Surprisingly, Lord Mace scoffs at this.

“All,” he emphasizes, rolling his eyes. “Quite disrespectful for you to not greet my family by name.”

“Oh, I mean no disrespect, Lord Mace.” You reply quickly, not wanting to anger anyone. “To you or Lady Alerie. I have great admiration for your family. The studies your son, Willas, involves himself in are very intriguing to me. Your younger sons, Garlan and Loras’ skill in battle intrigue me, as well. Your daughter, Margaery, is renowned for her kindness and grace, something I admire deeply. I also have great veneration for you, Lady Olenna. A woman as graceful and intelligent as yourself is one who truly inspires me.”

Oberyn’s hand reaches for your thigh, squeezing it tightly as you respond to Lord Tyrell. You turn slightly to look at him, wondering if you’ve done something wrong. A grin pulls on the edges of the prince’s lips, a sign to you that all is well, though one that makes you curious, nonetheless. You continue to speak to the family, addressing them each as you make eye contact and do your best to smile and gesture politely. Lord Mace seems rather satisfied with your response, his attitude quickly changing as he begins to enjoy himself. Amicable conversation begins to fill the room as you’re served the first plates of your dinner, banter now interchanging between each member of the two houses. You even get the chance to speak to the Tyrell’s youngest child, Margaery, who is an absolute delight and clearly admires you and your influence. Once you quite down, Oberyn glances at your meal, a questioning look forming on his face.

“Are you watching me, little one?” he questions, your eyes turning to meet his.

“I prefer to taste a man’s meal before he tastes me.” You purr, smirking as you suck a plump cherry tomato into your mouth. A low grumble releases from his chest, his lips pursing as he chews on his lip, his smirk still very evident.

Prince Oberyn’s choice cuisine is rather appetizing. There’s a fresh, green salad laid on your plate, full of tomatoes, cucumbers, avocados, kalamata olives, and more. This serves as the appetizer, of course. The main entree comes in two plates. One is cold to the touch as oysters sit amongst a sea of ice. The other steams below you, cooked asparagus and marinated chicken spreading to the plate’s brim. Finally, dessert comes, your favorite part. A bowl of berries and cherries is set before you. Another, smaller dish accompanies its side, this one filled with exotic nuts. As you’re enjoying the last addition to your meal, you realize something. The majority of the prince’s preferred foods include aphrodisiacs. Fitting.

Your graceful laughs soon fumble into girlish giggles as you consume your third glass of wine. When he began eating, Oberyn retracted his grip on your thigh, but it returns as you nibble on your delectable dessert. The prince leans over to you, and you ease in, allowing him to bring himself closer to your ear.

“Are you enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” he asks, his large hand sliding to your inner thigh, his touch tickling your sensitive skin.

“Hmm,” you hum giddily, “Yes.” You beam brightly at him as he pulls a few inches away, still close to your face.

“Did you appreciate the food?”

“Yes, I loved it!”

He tilts his head, smiling at your ever-present happiness. “Which was your favorite?”

“The raspberries.”

When you answer, he looks down. With his other hand, he reaches over, plucking a berry from your bowl and lifting it to your lips.

“Let me see you taste it.” He requests, his voice now a whisper. His mouth opens slightly as he focuses on your own. When you open for him, his brown eyes rise to meet yours.

You keep his gaze when you part your lips, allowing him to feed you the plump, pinkish fruit. He smiles, his beautifully straight teeth shining as you taste the sweet juices spilling onto your tongue, his finger just barely sliding past your lips. When he moves to take his finger away, you close your wine-stained lips around it, gently and briefly sucking on it.

The servants begin taking your food away as the two of you continue your flirtatious actions and inquisitive conversations. You bask under the prince’s attention, his eyes trained on you while you laugh at his continuous comments and questions. You’re each fully turned towards each other now, endlessly engaging in the other’s interests. You enjoy the prince’s outward attraction toward your beauty, of course, but you also adore his interest in you, your mind. It comforts you, pulls you in just that much more.

The Tyrell family stands as additional guests begin to arrive, pulling you away from Oberyn’s captivating eyes. The curtains begin lowering in order to the dim the room’s lighting, the day now turning to night on the other side of the large, stone columns. Candles are lit, and musicians begin to enter the room. Carts stroll in, too, offering appetizing sweets and fermented liquids. The people that come in marvel at you, speaking to you in multiple tongues about various topics, such as politics, philosophy, literature, culture, and so much more. You were quite well-versed in the topics and nearly fluent in each language, and easily held steady conversation with Lord Doran’s many guests. Not only were you knowledgeable, but you truly enjoyed talking about the subjects and brushing up on the many dialects the Seven Kingdoms have to offer. More and more visitors come over to greet you, and you decide its best that you stand from the table to start mingling with everyone out on the ballroom floor. Oberyn stays seated, watching you walk off into the crowd.

“Milena?” you ask, pulling the servant to the side after meeting more newcomers. “Where can I find a washroom?”

She points you in the direction of one down the hall, and you eagerly stride towards it. After, what, four goblets of wine now? You definitely need to empty your bladder. There are perfumed oils at the sink, which you apply after washing your hands. You’re able to freshen yourself up a bit, fixing your hair and makeup and making sure the fabric of your dress is laid appropriately. Once satisfied, you leave the room, intent on returning to the event. Suddenly, you squeal, startled by the unexpected presence of strong hands on your waist.

Oberyn presses himself up against you, holding you from behind as he nuzzles his face into the hair flowing over your neck and shoulder. “You are irresistible, pretty girl.”

You blush, smirking while moving to hold the prince’s arms as they wrap around you. You turn your head, sighing out at the feel of his body against yours. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your skin, his lips brushing over your neck lightly.

“You scared me.” You giggle anxiously. The prince moves against you, leading the two of you a few steps to the side, closer to the wall and away from the center of the hallway.

“Are you still frightened?” he asks lowly, one hand reaching up to brush your hair off your shoulder and to your back.

“No,” you mutter, breathless under his influence.

Once you respond, his hands begin to travel. They slowly roam the curves of your body, wrapping around you as his right hand moves to hold the left side of your hip, his left hand shifting up to cup the curve of your chest.

“Do you like what I’m doing?” his voice is hoarse, his lips now moving to press heated kisses against the delicate skin along your neck.

“Yes,” you gasp, his hand now fully massaging your tits while the other grips your hip. You lean into him, letting your head lay back on his shoulder. A small whimper leaves your lips in your hazy state when he rolls his hips against your backside.

“Mm… those little sounds…” he sighs out, “I’d love to hear them while spearing you on my cock.” You gasp at his words as they send a shiver down your spine. You’ve never had a man speak to you so obscenely.

The hallway leading to the ballroom is lined with small columns, one of which is behind you. Oberyn pulls you backwards, leading you to the small space between the stone pillars, allowing the two of you an ounce of privacy. He spins you around, pushing you back against the curved surface so you can face him.

“You’re incredible,” he mumbles, crowding your body in the secluded space as he holds your neck, mouthing hotly at your shoulder. “So shrewd for a woman of your age.”

You grin, loving his praise and his fervent tongue on your neck. The prince’s hips grind against yours, his length patently hard beneath his robes. His hands continue to roam your body, curving over your hips to grab at your ass. Your hands hold him against you, one grabbing his neck while the other tangles itself in his dark, feathery hair. When you tug on the brown locks, he groans, lifting his head from your neck. You press your soft lips to his, and he responds to you quickly, leaning into the kiss as you move against each other. His hand moves between the two of you, cupping your sex in his palm.

He moans at your soft gasp, the interaction heightening the rate of your pulse. He grabs your jaw, breaking the kiss to stare into your eyes. “Will you let me taste you, sweet thing?”

The nook the two of you are tucked into behind the sandstone pillar offers a bit of seclusion, though not as much as an enclosed room would. There isn’t a single soul walking the halls, though the thrill that someone could at any moment excites you beyond reason.

“Yes,” you reply, panting from the euphoria the prince’s sensual actions provoke.

Oberyn chuckles lightly, clearly delighted in your response as he rapidly shifts to kneel before you once again. His tan hands run up your exposed thighs, his nimble fingers shifting the front covering of your dress aside to reveal your smooth mound. His smirk is evident, even from this angle. His left shoulder lowers, and before you can question him, he grabs the back of your knee, maneuvering you so that your one leg is resting over his shoulder and draping down his back. The parting of your legs gives him much better access to your wanting heat, already slick from anticipation.

“Oh…” he moans out, the palm of his hand running over the smooth skin of your sex and lower stomach. “So pretty.”

He leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your mound, just as he did hours before in the privacy of your chambers. His warm, wet tongue then slides up through your folds, slowly, delicately, tasting the juices he’s been craving since laying eyes on you. You gasp out, the sensation beautifully stimulating against your sensitive skin. You reach out to him, grabbing his hair as you steady yourself above him. He smiles against you, happy at your responsiveness and grabbing hold of your hips. The prince’s curved nose rubs against your clit deliciously as he moves his tongue against you, into you, sloppily licking and sucking your folds as his tongue roams your inner channel. The lusty noises his mouth makes while devouring your dripping core are absolutely obscene as they echo off the surrounding walls. His eyes remain closed in contentment and concentration as he moves his hot mouth against you. You watch him intently, his head rocking rhythmically as he tastes you. His tongue slides out of your sex, traveling up to your tiny pleasure point. The wet muscle dances around your clit before rolling over it, applying pressure and sucking it into his mouth.

“Oh –” you sigh out, throwing your head back, “Oberyn…”

He hums at the sound of you moaning his name, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your hips. The pad of his middle finger barely touches the lining of your labia, gently rubbing back and forth before sinking inside you.

“Yes!” you whine, rolling your hip against his face.

His digit is thick as it enters you, almost immediately curling and applying constant pressure to that fleshy spot inside you that makes you want to scream. His ability to find it so quickly makes your head spin, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. He doesn’t even move his finger in and out, he just keeps it there, forcefully pulsating it against your g-spot, wiggling it in a motion that coaxes you forward.

“More,” you whimper, “Please.”

His finger retracts before lining up again, now with his pointer finger alongside it. He shoves them into you, now at a hurried pace as they continue to curl against that beautiful spot every now and then. He keeps his tongue on your clit, flicking it quickly with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips around it. His mouth suckles on your pleasure center while he pumps his fingers in and out of your aching pussy. His moans match yours, and you love that he’s enjoying this so thoroughly, possibly even more than you. Your pleasure continues to climb, washing over you until it peaks. His hot, wet mouth feels amazing against your dripping core, and you tighten your leg on his back to push him further against you.

“O-Oberyn,” you stutter, “I’m, I’m gonna –”

“On my face, little one.” He breaths out, panting below you. “Cum on my face.” His lips return to your clit, sucking harshly.

His words push you over the edge, and you bite your lip, unwillingly to whine too loudly in the hallowed halls. His tongue picks up its pace, sucking ruthlessly on your clit while his fingers resume their original motions, stalling inside you and only pulsating pressure against your g-spot, flawlessly riding you through your orgasm. His other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you against him as your high comes crashing into you, forcefully filling your veins with pure ecstasy as you cum against the prince’s face. He continues to mouth at you, his fingers and tongue persistent in their application of pressure on your most responsive areas until you’re shaking above him.

He slows down as your breathing calms, easily reading your body’s signals. He pulls his fingers out of you, his tongue now licking languidly at your folds. He brings his cum-soaked fingers to your fleshy lips, parting you with his pointer and middle finger. He angles his head, moving his mouth directly under your wet channel. With your folds parted, he licks into you, moaning at the taste of your creamy pussy. He slurps as he drinks from you, swallowing the last remnants of the sweet liquid your orgasm brought you. Your mouth parts at the sight, the aftershocks of your orgasm tingling through you as he continues to savor your taste before leaning back and bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking the liquid off his fingers as his brown eyes stare up at you. The sight of the prince on his knees before you, absolutely savoring you and your juices, is one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen. It makes you breathless, delirious as you watch him.

The hand on your waist moves underneath your leg, and once he’s licked his fingers clean, he turns his head to kiss along your inner thigh, licking the juices off the sensitive skin there, too. Lust-filled brown eyes meet yours once more while he continues to mouth at your leg as it rests on his broad shoulder. You smile down at him, his mouth and chin now wet with your slick. You gasp out when he sinks his teeth into your flesh, moaning slightly as you try to catch your breath.

“Would you like to share my bed tonight, little one?” Oberyn inquires, his voice husky as his dark eyes stare up at you from between your legs. “Help me to find my release as well?”

“I would love to.” You smirk devilishly, biting your lip as he places one last open-mouthed kiss to your thigh before rising.

For an answer other than both, I'm gonna have to go with Unrestrained *chef's kiss*

Got me horny for that hulk flavor

okay so what's the verdict: do we like unfettered or unrestrained better?? og or hulk flavor??

i'm honestly v curious