he is too beautiful...
OSCAR ISAAC in IN SECRET (2013), dir. charlie stratton
I've had the exact same hesitation to writing SW fanfic as @szyszkasosnowa - it feels like the moment I post anything someone's going to pop out of the woodwork with an "um, actually..." about the fact that I used actual swear words (kriff can suck it!) or something along those lines.
So this list is super-handy! I'm going to have to pin it somewhere and take a look through the stuff I've drafted to see if I need to update any of the terms. Thank you @wolvieispunk for taking the time to write this out!
Andor makes me want to write a Star Wars fanfiction but it's so scary. What if I write "Glup Shitto was sitting on the balcony, drinking coffee and reading his favourite book", but someone comments "didn't you mean he was drinking glop-goppy and reading a holo-journal? ๐คจ" so I open wookiepedia to check it out and it turns out that they also never invented balconies in the star wars universe and Glup Shitto can't read because of the freak accident he suffered in the episode 10 of the 2024 show "Jar-Jar and Babu Frik". What then.
"You know I love you, right? Good, cause I'm about to fuck you like I don't."
Which Oscar blorbo(s) could say this? ๐งโโ๏ธ
Ooooo okokookokkkkkk ๐ซ
I think this could actually work for several blorbos but the first one that came to mind for me was Santi. I'm gonna go with him, if only so I don't spiral down a horny rabbit hole lmao.
rated M, obv.
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Santi presses you into the mattress, his body cradled between your bare thighs as he skates his hand up your side, settling it on your breast. He licks inside your mouth, stealing your breath, pulling the most delectable sounds from deep, deep inside you. He groans, feeling almost frantic, like he hasn't seen you for weeks (hasn't had you for weeks), like he wants to crawl inside your body and never leave. His need for you gnaws at him, practically clawing its way through his gut.
He has to have you. Now.
"You know I love you, right?" he pants, pulling back slightly to meet your eyes. He can't imagine how he must look just now, probably half crazed.
Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. Smiling, you reach a hand up and push your fingers through his curls.
"Of course I know, baby."
He swallows hard, eyes fluttering slightly at your touch. He still isn't used to it, how you make him feel, even after all these years. Santi gazes down at you, eyes dragging over the curves of your face. You're perfect, and so beautiful--almost ethereal with the way the moon light makes your skin glow--
And all his.
You shift beneath him slightly, causing his cock to brush against your soft, slick folds. He chokes on a groan, pleasure racing up his spine like lightning. He can't wait anymore.
He moves, adjusting himself above you as he takes your hands and cages them above your head with his own. His breaths puff against your cheek as he leans in, your heart thudding in your chest in anticipation.
"Good," he rasps, nuzzling his nose against yours almost sweetly despite the look in his eyes. "Cause I'm about to fuck you like I don't."
I made one of these lists too. TA-DA!
18+ Currently obsessed with Oscar Isaac's perfect face
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