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moomoog017 · 4 months

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fic ᯓᡣ𐭩 just a skim ꔛ✿

Commander Wolffe x Medic! GN Reader

Synopsis: After a risky mission, Jedi Master Plo Koon decides to hire a full time medic aboard his ship.

Genre: tiny angst with fluff n’ spice

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Small description of burn injury, protruding veins (if you like that stuff), character in pain

A/N: 1st Wolffe writing!! This was fun to write, I did my best but what do you think? Writing under the cut!

“I’d like to introduce you to our new medic, they will be staying with us until further notice.” General Plo Koon states, sticking a hand out ushering you from the darkness. You cower behind the Jedi, smiling gently giving a small wave to the crew. “Glad to be working with you guys.” Is all you manage as all the clones eyes on you makes you shrink. Some clones smile or wave back but one gets your attention. He stands apart from everyone else, up front and arms crossed. Your eyes meet his gaze, you quickly take notice of his cybernetic right eye. Your eyes fall from his as your face begins to flush pink. Plo Koon places a gentle hand on your shoulder, making you stand up straight. This is going to be awkward. This will be your first time living with a lot of people in such a closed area, but you were going to make it work.

About 2 months later…

“Ah Kriff!” Wolffe curses, rushing to you, hand resting just under his rib cage on his side. Your eyes widen as you hurry to remove things from your stretcher. He slams down sitting upright onto it. “What happened?” You shuffle to get your medical supplies, placing it down next to Wolffe. “Damn clanker! Got me just in time.” Wolffe’s gruff voice echoed through the room. “Where’s everyone else?” You fumble your gauze as you speak. “Safe, only I got hit.” He gritted through his teeth. “I need to remove your chest armor and blacks.” You stutter. Wolffe nods, helping you remove it, along with shimming out of the top half on his blacks. He takes a sharp inhales through his teeth as you peel the fabric closer to his wound. A hole present from the droid's shot. You pull them down, relieving the wound in full. Scanning Wolffe's wound, a sigh of relief washes over you. “It’s only a graze, just some burn care and disinfecting.” He scowls. “Still hurts like hell.” A small smile grazes your face, relieved he still has his usual attitude.

You turn away to grab the disinfecting liquid from a nearby cabinet. You drip some of the liquid onto a gauze pad and move your hand to his wound. You gently dab the gauze onto his burn. He grunts, squeezing the edges of the stretcher. You notice the veins on his arm protruding, and his muscles tense as he grasps at the metal. The blood rushes to your cheeks as your face gets hot. Your eyes quickly return to his wound. Removing the gauze, you get up once more to grab the burn cream. Taking a small metal scoop, you coat the burn with the cream. The commander looks down at you taking a heavy inhale. The burning and slightly cold sensation of the scoop and cream makes him cringe. “Does that feel better?” You ask hesitantly. “I guess, not the first time I’ve been shot.” His face flat as he looks to his burn.

“Any more concerns doc?” You open your mouth as if to speak but quickly you close it. “What?” Wolffe responds. The question burning through you, ever since you saw him. “Your eye, what happened to it?” He looks down. “Ventress.” He scowls at the name. A small “o” appears on your face. “I’m sorry.” Is all you can manage. You walk closer sitting beside Wolffe on the stretcher. You slowly lift your hand to his chiseled face. He cautiously watches you but doesn’t stop you. Your hands meet his skin, you take your finger tracing his scar. Wolffe watches as you gently trace over his face. A small grin emerges from his mouth. After tracing his scar, you move your hand to his cheek, feeling his cheekbones and rubbing your thumb over it. Wolffe softly takes your hand and places it on his thigh. “It’s ok, it’s been a while.”

You smile admiring him. You’ve never been this close to your commander. You can’t help but take in the image of him. You’ve never seen his bare body before, his chest toned and coated with a shine of sweat. His tan skin enhances his features so handsomely. You feel your face turn extra warm as you shift your eyes to his. Wolffe smirks as he takes notice of you admiring his form, a glare in his fake eye. “Like what you’re seein’?” He speaks, his voice smooth and flirtatiously. “Ah yeahh.” Is all you can manage, words stuck in your throat. Trying to shake the image from your thoughts. “You’re getting really red in the face (y/n).” Wolffe’s voice was low, he was just teasing you now. His smirk plastered proudly upon his face. “So what?” You defensively say, crossing your arms. “Admit it, mesh’la.” The word rolls off his tongue, lingering in the air. The word sends a shiver down your spine, you know what it means. “You’re starting something.” Your eyebrow raises. “Your eyes say it all.” Wolffe stands up from the stretcher, a small wince escaping his lips.

His figure towers over you, your heartbeat speeds up and your breaths become short and hot. Wolffe leans over you, locking you in his arms, hands pressed firmly on the stretcher just barely touching your thighs. You bite your lip in anticipation, your thighs pressed firmly against each other. “Commander…” Embarrassed, you look away. “Look at me mesh’la.” Wolffe says soft but his words are firm. Your eyes slowly meet his, your cheeks warm. The commander brings his face closer to yours lips, almost touching. “I’ve always liked you (y/n).” His eyes burn into yours, he glances to your lips. You had no words, the feeling overwhelming you. “So sweet, a little shy, a little feisty.” Wolffe’s hot breath sweeps across your already burning face. He leans in a little closer and your lips meet. Your eyes close and his rough lips meet your soft ones. Your heart is sent a flutter and all you can hear is your own heartbeat. The feeling so warm and exciting, the feeling of his lips leaves yours as he pulls away after a moment. A small frown tugs at the corner of your lips.

The commander's arms are still holding you still on the stretcher. The sound of the door opening has Wolffe quick on his feet releasing you as he stands up straight, clearing his throat. In return you stand up scrambling to gather your medical supplies. “How is the commander (y/n)?” Plo Koon's voice is deep and sweet. “All good sir!” Wolffe is quick to respond. His response is followed by your nod. “It's just a skim.” Plo nods, satisfied with your answer. “Commander, you're needed in the cockpit.” The Jedi speaks flatly. Wolffe nods quickly whispering in your ear. “We’ll finish this later mesh’la.” His breath skims your ear making you jump a little. You nod your head but Wolffe is already leaving. Plo Koon’s eyebrow raises slightly. You send Plo an awkward lopsided grin. Plo nods his head, removing himself from the room. A small smile forces its way upon the Jedi’s face, as he leaves.

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literallyjustanerd · 7 months

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Tease (Fives X Fem!Reader)

You're a student at Coruscant U. The boys of the 501st are guest speakers for a class on galactic politics. But one particular ARC trooper gets more than he bargains for when he starts checking you out...

My first time attempting anything close to smut, hope y'all enjoy! Lmk if it's good enough that you'd want a continuation ;) This also may be partially inspired by a dream i had oops

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: eye-fucking, teasing, showing off, making out, hints of both dom reader and dom Fives, suggestive ending

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI please)

Credit for the Fives divider to @freesia-writes with helmet art by @lornaka !

You have to stifle a yawn as you settle into your desk, stretching out heavy limbs. Your last lecture after a long day of classes. Galactic Relations and Conflict wasn’t really relevant to your major- you’d picked the elective on a whim, but it had proven to be your most interesting class this semester by far. Today promised to be no different: your lecturer had pulled some strings and arranged for some pretty interesting guest speakers.

You hear them before you see them: boisterous laughter echoing down the hallways. Then, the boys in blue file through the door. The one in front corrals the others into order as they come to stand at attention at the back of the hall. Five in total- two ARC troopers, two lieutenants and their Commanding Officer. Armour proudly polished where it isn’t scuffed or dented, painted helmets slung under their arms. Two things hit you in quick succession as your eyes cross the five identical faces. One: these clones are nothing like the carbon copies you’ve seen on your holoscreen. As alike as they look under their haircuts and tattoos, they’re individuals, plain as day, from how they style themselves to the way they stand and speak. Two: one of them is looking your way.

There’s a cool confidence in his demeanour, an effortless assurance to his movements, and he’s not at all embarrassed to be caught looking: though he’s still in conversation with the others, his eyes don’t waver from yours for a moment. It gives you ample time to take in the view, and what a view it is. The angle of his brow highlights the tattoo at his temple, and from there you follow the sharp cut of his jaw down to the well-kept goatee at his chin, up to the inviting curve of his mouth. Solid, square shoulders shift when he laughs at something another clone says. There’s a stray curl falling over his forehead you want to tangle in your fingers. You fight the urge to bite your lip as your eyes venture lower, sweeping down a broad, thick chest to his deliberately cocked hip. You force yourself to look away. Can’t be caught ogling the trooper, like the self-proclaimed “bucket fuckers” you see on your social media feed, lining up at 79s every weekend. You’re not that desperate. Subconsciously, though, you realise you’ve straightened in your seat, pulled your shoulders back. You’re even toying with your hair.

You cringe internally, chastising yourself for looking so eager. Calm down, you think, it probably doesn’t even mean anything that he’s looking. The lecture isn’t due to start for another ten minutes, and among the smattering of early students, you’re the only one in the front row. He’s just getting a look at his audience. But when you chance another look up at the ARC trooper, you find his gaze still locked onto you, even as the clone beside him continues to speak. Cockiness is a trait you usually find irritating. But much to your dismay, instead of scoffing when he arches his brow and quirks his mouth in your direction, you feel your pulse quicken and your skin heat.

He winks, and your mind is made up in an instant, caution thrown to the wind. It’s been too long since you’ve taken a break from your studies and had this kind of fun. If he wants to play the game, you’ll play. And you’re not going down without a fight.

You bring your eyes back down to your desk and pretend to be deeply focused on laying out your datapad for taking notes. Hot as blaster fire, his gaze still burns on you, but you refuse to give in. You’re no stranger to this dance, and you’ve gotten pretty good at it, even if you do say so yourself. Your lecturer enters soon after and begins the talk, introducing your guests. You get your first taste of the ARC trooper’s deep, gravelly voice when he steps forward in turn, as well as his name. Fives. It loops in your mind as you wrap your lips around it, trying it out. As Captain Rex takes the podium, you make your first move. Slowly, deliberately, you cross one leg over the other, and lean your elbows on your desk, shoulders pulled proudly back. The stars must have aligned for you this morning: you’d picked one of your lower cut shirts, and it frames your cleavage perfectly. A few carefully counted seconds later, you tilt your head away from the podium back to Fives.

Oh, yeah. You’ve got him.

He’s looking. He’s staring. His gaze has darkened, intensified. When his eyes roam down low and creep back up, you feel it like it’s his fingers on your skin. Your body warms under the stare, liquid heat pouring over you, pooling at the top of your thighs. Not wanting to seem too self-satisfied, you allow yourself a small, restrained smirk. A twitch of your eyebrow, just to gloat. Such a small gesture, but it lights a fire in Fives’ eyes. You’re enjoying the game, but you want to stretch it out, so you leave him hanging, and go back to listening to Captain Rex, your stylus working across your datapad, dutifully taking notes like you’d been paying attention the whole time.

You don’t let up on Fives, though. As his brothers each take their turn to answer questions from the cohort, you pull out every trick up your sleeve. Mussing your hair, adjusting your top. You swear you see his upper lip twitch into a growl when you shift your legs, gliding one foot up and down your calf. He has his arms folded now, the end of a thumb jammed into his mouth, chewing on the tip in a way that makes you hungry to replace that thumb with your lips. He makes no attempt to hide his want: he’s undressing you with his eyes, and you’re quickly getting drunk on the power. The killing blow comes when Fives has to wrench his attention from you long enough to take his turn at the stand. You can see him struggling to keep his focus on the rest of the lecture hall and away from you. At first, you feign innocence, letting up the act for a few short minutes, playing nice, giving him a reprieve. And in truth, it’s not hard to actually stop and listen to his words: he speaks with confidence, cracks a few corny but endearing jokes, and answers the audience’s questions with a thoughtfulness and insight that catches you off guard. Shit, you think, swallowing down the flutter in your chest, he might have the edge on you.

But in the end, he will get no mercy from you. The third time he gives in and glances in your direction, he finds you with your stylus poised at the corner of your mouth. Your pulse throbbing, you grind your thighs together, making a show of it. Your tongue darts out for just a moment and, soft and delicate, you press the stylus past your lips, teasing the tip. The effect is instant. Fives chokes on his last word, stifling a groan that quickly turns into a string of coughs. His eyes are blown wide, his cheeks several shades darker as he tries to regain his composure and remember what he had been saying.

You win.

You back off for the rest of the lecture, content to enjoy the feeling of his eyes on you and the playful glances you exchange from the moment he leaves the podium. He takes your little trick in stride, and even gives back what he gets, a sway in his hips as he walks back to rejoin the other clones, taking it slow to give you ample time to enjoy the view from behind. All too quickly, though, the talk ends, and so does your fun. You shoot Fives one last wink as he and his brothers leave the hall, and he fixes you with a cutting smile that’s equal parts charming and dangerous. You gather your things and leave with the other students, with full intention of returning to your apartment to take care of the ache between your legs alone. The memory of Fives’ gaze lingers on your skin, drawing an involuntary shudder.

The train home is going to be torture.

But you don’t make it to the station. You don’t even make it off campus. You’re rounding the corner away from the lecture hall when you hear him. He clears his throat, and your nerves thrill when you turn to see Fives leaning heavy against the wall, one hand propped on the inviting curve of his hip. The pathway he stands in is seldom-used, small and quiet, and the shadows from the towering buildings throw his face into shadow. His voice is pitched low when he speaks, thick and sweet, dripping like syrup.

“Quite a show you just put on,” he purrs, and the words go straight to your cunt. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” You give him your answer, careful to keep your voice in check while the rest of you quivers with anticipation. Fives repeats it, the sound rolling heavily off his tongue.

“Thought this gig was going to be boring,” he muses, “you certainly proved me wrong. Thought it would only be polite to return the favour. Show my… appreciation?”

The curling grin on your face is all the answer he needs: a thick hand on your waist pulls you into the alleyway, cold brick at your back and hot breath on your neck. You’re trapped in an instant, bracketed by his arms on either side. His lips hover an agonising inch from your skin, sparks of honey-sweet electricity dancing along your shoulders and down your spine.

His body is still angled away from yours, yet the tiny, twitching roll of his hips draws an answering thrust from you all the same. The lack of friction tears a tiny groan of frustration from your throat before you can stop it, and Fives’ chest rumbles with his answering chuckle. The end of your rope dangles so close. It would be so easy to just give in and let him win. Your defences weaken further when the warmth against your throat sharpens, searing breath giving way to the scorching wet heat of his lips at the top of your jaw. The dizzying thrill of finally feeling him against you is what gives you the strength to regain control. A firm hand at his cheek shifts his mouth away from your ear and onto your lips, kissing him hard and merciless. He moans when your fingers dip low to scratch teasingly through his goatee, and the sound sets your every nerve singing symphonies. In an instant you know you’d do anything to hear that sound again, to feel the high of him melting under your touch. With dwindling patience you reach out, grabbing at the belt of his armour and trying to pull him flush against you. He resists, breaking your kiss just barely and tutting against your lips.

“No need to rush, mesh’la,” he taunts, settling a warm, gloved hand on the swell of your hip. He’s firm but gentle, coaxing you back into the wall with just enough pressure to tease you. You recognise the Mando’a, though you can’t quite place its meaning. You find you don’t much care- not when Fives is kneading at your waist and mouthing at your collarbone.

“We’ve got plenty of time Besides…” With one fluid movement, he forces your legs apart, pressing one thick thigh between your own. It's your turn to moan, trying to shift your hips, though Fives' grip keeps you maddeningly still. ”You gave me a whole lot of grief back there. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

You swallow thickly, the shifting column of your throat catching against Fives’ teeth and making you gasp. This one might be harder to win than you thought. A devilish grin slides onto your lips.

You still won’t go down without a fight.

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cloneloverrrrr · 5 months

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Hi, I was the one who requested the smut prompt with Hunter. Sorry, I just saw all your posts… I was inactive today.

Can the reader be female? If you’ve already picked out something else, then that’s ok too. Have a pleasant day :)

Hiiii my lovely!

I hope I have captured Hunter in the correct way as I’ve not wrote him before. I was going to write more but I’m still not feeling too good and my brain is rot rn😭

But anyway I hope you enjoy this Hunter smut💁🏻‍♀️🫠🥵

Dividers by my best one @idontgetanysleep 🖤

𝗜𝗳 𝗜 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗧𝗼 𝗣𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿- 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1313

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗙 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 , 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆𝘆𝘆𝘆

The smooth sounds from the Marauders engines hum vibrating in your chest, the streaky distortion from the centralized bright glow shine in your eyes as you and Hunter travel through Hyper Space.

You secretly thank the maker Cid had introduced you all those months ago back at her Parlour, however it’s made things that more tricky. Your feelings for Hunter grew more as each day passed, the worry that weighed heavy on your shoulders, the painful ache in your heart wondering if he would return back from these missions was starting to take its toll. Yet you don’t dare admit to these feelings.

“Credits for your thoughts mesh’la?” His rich voice snapped you out of it and back to reality.

His focus on you is utterly mesmerising, his brown locks fall against his signature bandana, one brow raised awaiting your reply. His heightened senses very aware of the other feeling niggling away within you.

Lust.

“I uh sorry Sergeant nothing. Not long till we are due back I take it?” You stutter out shuffling in your seat. The tingle in your core growing.

“We have enough time mesh’la” his voice low, dark.

His eyes meet with yours, the unrestrained desire lingering has your mocha skin blushing the colour of your devil red lips.

Hunter gestures you over to him, unsure of what possessed him, but the urge to have you has overwhelmed him. His mind working overtime so desperate to feel your touch, to inhale your sweet scent. To make you his.

For a brief moment you stand next to him, unsure of your next move , he seizes your arms pulling you down on him with such force your cunt brushes against his codpiece, you chew on your bottom lip a very feeble attempt to stifle your soft moans. You watch as he removes his codpiece placing it to the floor of the ship delicately. The bulge under his blacks evident. Ready to burst out.

Hunter cocks his head to the side slightly letting a small chuckle. Your heart skips a beat. He can hear it loud and so fucking clear. He can see the nerves painted across your pretty face.

“You nervous?”

“Don’t be”

Your face leans in closing the gap between you both. You brush your fingertips gently across the tattoos on his face, a shiver runs through his body and he starts to push up into you. The heat radiates off him igniting the burning between your thighs.

A brazen confidence over takes you and slowly your movements match his. His fingers curl possessively into your hips dragging you up and down his crotch, your nails scrape at this scalp pulling his hair.

“Tell me mesh’la is this what you want?” He whispers into your neck as his tongue trails upto your pulse point.

Your whimpers are his yes. You move and position yourself with your back to him. Leaning your head back so you watch his reaction as you begin to unbutton your blouse discarding it to the floor leaving your torso completely bare. You hear him sucking in a deep breath behind you. His senses completely loose touch with any rational thought. The smell of your arousal, the way your skin glistening, the twitching of your cunt against him.

“If I have to pull over, you’ll be walking funny for the next week” you can hear lust lacing each word.

“We are in hyperspace so you can’t technically pull over” you chuckle pressing your ass further into him.

He grabs your thighs pushing you up and rips the clothing from your lower body off with little effort. He pushes you against the control panel spreading your legs. You feel his nose drag up in the inside of your thigh stopping as he reaches your wet pussy.

“Fuck- you smell so good” he rasps and sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of your ass.

You gasp out in surprise gripping at the panel. His thumbs part your slit as he runs a flat wet tongue up and down achingly slow. The heat pools in your lower stomach , goosebumps break out littering your skin. Your hips move in sync with his tongue but you need more. He switches from fucking your cunt with his tongue to curling his fingers inside of you poking that spongy point sending your whole body into a blissful shock.

A deep primal growl left Hunters lips as your slick covered his tongue and lips. Your inner thighs damp from your juices. He devoured you from behind like a famished man. Your cunt fluttered , your clit swelled but you needed more so much more. Hunter understands this wordless demand and he stops. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest.

“You need to be fucked don’t you mesh’la?”

He gives you no time to respond before he fully sheaths inside of you, the stinging pain surges through you ultimately overtaken by the pure pleasure his thick cock provides. A furious pounding begins, he has lost control. The need to fuck you to stretch you to have you surrender to him has commandeered him.

Your breathing intensified, his thrusts harsh, vehement. All of his senses were completely ablaze, he was at the core of you and it was the only thing he needed. He won’t stop he can’t stop , his only focus is your pleasure.

“Oh Hunter- ohh fuck more please “ you beg and pant.

Long harsh strokes of his cock splitting you open his hands grabbing onto your thighs, filthy praises and clammy skin smacking against skin had you teetering on the edge so close to your cunt ready to coat him in your release.

“Look at what you fucking do to me Mesh’la” his raspy groans have that coil inside you threatening to snap.

Hunter continues his relentless pounding , grazing his lips down the back of your neck , a fistful of your hair entangled in his fingers he pulls your head taught so your looking back at him before licking a long stripe back up your spine to your shoulders blades. Shivers tickle your body, your cunt begins to convulse around his quivering cock.

You gaps and moan loudly, your grip so firm on the control panels they could crack any moment. You begin pushing your hips back to meet his trying to control his viscous assault on your swollen pussy.

“Oh fuck Hunter you make me want to reach for the stars” you can barley muster this sentence out as more moans fall from your mouth.

His thrusts become more erratic, you can feel as his body trembles against yours. He pulls you up flush against him and takes your breasts in his large calloused hands, rolling and rubbing your nipples between his rough fingers as his thrusts continue fucking up into you. Your breasts bounce in his hands , his hair falls into your face and you scream his name.

The coil finally snaps. Your body betrays you and you cum violently for him.

A beautiful mist blurs your vision, your eyes roll back in and you lean your head in the crook of his neck, his warm seed coats your walls. A ravishing euphoria washes over you and Hunter alike, your bodies falling limp against each as you continue grinding on his cock milking him for every last drop.

“You’ve been a good girl haven’t you” he breathes into your ear planting open mouth kisses across your neck and jawline.

Hunter sits back down in his seat keeping a firm hold on you, his cock softening inside of you but he is unable to let you go. A spell he does not want to break.

“Made good on that promise didn’t you Sergeant” you chuckle leaning back into him as you both look upon the twinkling lights of Hyper Space.

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the-cantina · 5 months

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Head full, but the only thought is Rex on his back while you straddle him.

One hand around his cock - moving at a maddening slow pace -, the other grasping his chin to make him look at you.

Because you tell him you want to to see all the pretty faces he makes as he slowly falls apart in your hand.

#i. i am a bit feral over him today #clone captain rex x reader #clone thirsting #clone thots #I NEED HIM CARNALLY

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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months

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Howl

In the darkness of night, the sound of padded paws pounded across the cold earth, running after the scent of prey. The heavy beat of the feet striking the ground, the claws sinking into the soil, splashing across a shallow stream and then leaping the main body of water to land on the other side smoothly were the only sounds nearby. The foot beats stopped suddenly, a scent on the wind capturing the attention of the wolf, arresting his flight as he halted to find the direction of the smell. His mighty head turned, his sharp glowing brown eyes reflecting the light of the silver moon. Two perfectly shaped black ears flicked, tracking and identifying any small sounds. The breeze carried the scent to him again… . Prey and hunger completely forgotten, he turned to follow the wind, homing in on the whiff of spicy flowered perfume on the air; it called to him like a siren.

He ran through more gullies and over two more hills, all senses on alert to narrow down his search. In the valley between the last hill and another, he stopped, padding to a halt and standing quietly. The scent was near; he felt the bearer would appear any second. Sure enough, a silhouette took shape, as a lean, blue eyed female trotted softly to the crest of the short rise.

Her body was streamlined for speed and strength, her triangular white tipped ears pricked to listen to the sounds of the forest. She stopped quite suddenly, her head turning side to side, trying to locate what she sensed was near. For a brief moment, she’d caught a whiff of something on the wind, and was puzzling it out. Her beautiful dark brown coat was smooth and yet fluffy, with a puffy full tail lying quietly behind her. There were gold and silver accents to her fur, and in the moonlight she almost glittered like a jewel. A small breeze stirred, bringing new smells from the small valley below to her sharp nose, and her gaze immediately fixed on the black shape sitting quietly below her.

The fetching female stared at the handsome black wolf, standing briefly, her paws dancing slightly beneath her, before she sat back down with a soft yip, her puffed tail settling beside her haunches. The male stood and walked to her slowly, carefully taking in her sight and smell as he made his way up the short hill to her. His head and ears lowered, tail raised to about half mast, he moved past her, taking her in as he moved in a circle about her. Her head followed him as he made his circuit, her bright blue eyes following him in the dark. The dark male carefully moved in closer to sniff at her haunches; the spicy floral scent was hers, after all. Having ascertained her identification, he approached her face on, sniffing at her full collar of soft fur, then sitting in front of her, curling his own tail to his side. The two gazed at each other in silence under the full October moon.

After what seemed like a long time, the female stood and turned to look back at the dark male, as if asking him to follow. He also stood, his eyes watching as she trotted off into the darkness of the woods, her poofed, white tipped tail raised high like a muted flag for him to chase. The black wolf trotted after her, watching her melt into the treeline; he could see her tail but he was following her rich scent; he would know that smell now anywhere.

Knowing he was following, the female glanced back once and then took off at a gallop, breezing into the darkness of the woods and weaving between trees. She’d heard a little huff of surprise behind her when she took off, but she could hear his heavy paw beats following, and knew he was still with her. She ran faster, outpacing him some, glorying at the feel of the wind whipping past her fur. She heard a little growl of annoyance behind, and knew he was working to keep up with her. Her pink tongue lolled out in a triumphant toothy grin, as she streaked through the dark forest, leading him to Maker knew where. He would follow though; there was something intoxicating about her that made him stick to her trail like a burr.

She came to a large stream, lit and sparkling like diamonds before them as it wound through the trees like a pale grey ribbon. The she-wolf sped up, bunched her muscles and leapt the stream in one bounding stride, landing lightly on the other side and continuing her sprint to the other stand of trees. The black male slowed, a little more hesitant about leaping the wide channel, but did his best to clear the water as gracefully as she had. He landed just shy of the shore with a resounding splash. He climbed out of the water a little shamefacedly, shaking out his fur quickly and hoping she hadn’t seen that. He heard a soft chuff from just inside the tree line and saw two luminescent blue eyes dancing with laughter gazing back at him. Ducking his head slightly in embarrassment, he gave a short bark of annoyance and took off like a shot to follow her. She whirled away, back to leading him on the mystery path.

She ran a bit longer, and over the trees the male wolf caught the soft smoky scent of a home, dim lights glowing in the distance. He wondered where she was leading him, whether they would be safe in the company of humans? He had no idea what to expect, but he instinctively knew he could trust the beautiful she wolf. He saw her gait slow to a trot and she turned her head back to him, waiting for him to catch up. When he got to her side, he gazed at the small log cabin sitting quietly in the small pasture, the light pouring from the windows inviting and warm. The two wolves sat side by side for a moment, merely watching the smoke rise from the stone chimney, their eyes reflecting back the light in little sparks and flashes. After minutes passed, the female glanced over at the black wolf, stood and walked to the cabin door.

The door was cracked open, not latched. She nosed it fully open so she could walk inside, her paws placed so softly she moved silently. Her nose pulled at the scents, finding nothing but the old aroma of humans, long gone. She heard a soft creak of the floor boards and knew that the male had followed her into the small house. Turning back she made eye contact, and whuffed softly to indicate they were all clear. The black wolf curled his body back to shove the door shut, and then padded over to her.

Closing in on her, he lightly ran his muzzle beside hers, passing down the lines of her body, stopping to sniff her cute butt carefully, then moving to come back. She wagged her tail and watched him as he took in her smell, a smile on her face as her tongue lolled out, knowing he found her enticing. The male carefully nuzzled at her, pressing his weight into her soft silky fur and licking at her face, her ears, as she closed her eyes and allowed his affection. He growled softly and pressed her to the floor with his weight, chuffing a little in a chuckle as she rolled to her side, her paws up and a happy grin on her face. He buried his snout in her neck fir, nudging at her and wagging his tail excitedly, finally lying down facing her, his black muzzle on the floor before her. His deep brown eyes bore an expression of soft love, and he crawled even closer to her, snugging his body next to her.

The two lay huddled next to each other, taking turns licking and sniffing at each other, the warm fire crackling in the hearth. After some time passed, their fur faded, their forms elongated and both wolves took on a human form, lying naked and snuggled together. The black furred male was now a handsome, tanned, black haired man, his rich brown eyes staring back into the blue eyes of the woman before him. Her face was surrounded by lush brown curls, the sparkles of gold and silver within the mane shining with the fire light, her long, lean body pulled closely to his own, warm and welcoming.

She smiled softy at the man, and murmured, “Hello you.”

He smiled back at her and answered in his low, rich baritone, “Hello.”

“Fancy meeting you in the woods, this crisp Halloween night.” She smirked at him, showing a single dimple. She felt his hand tentatively touch her hip, running up her side to her arm, then moving slowly back down to graze her thigh.

“What’s ’Halloween’, General?,” he murmured back to her, his smile one of ironic curiosity. She loved bringing up mysterious Earth colloquialisms, and they always had to ask for explanations.

“It’s the one night of the year when the veil between the living and dead is so thin, the dead can pass freely and walk among the living. And ghouls and monsters are free to roam,” she explained patiently, her own hand extending to run her fingers lightly up his muscled chest.

“I see…so you’re saying that’s why we were running around tonight, in wolf form?” His hand gently explored beneath her arm, brushing past her breast, the thumb tracing softly over the nipple, making it rise and stiffen at his touch.

“You tell me. Is this a dream, or is this real?,” she whispered, leaning forward ever so slightly to touch his lips with her own. He inhaled rather sharply at her soft contact, but kissed her back eagerly. He suddenly pulled his body as closely to hers as he could get, rolling her onto her back as he gently rested part of his weight across her, keeping one hand free for exploration and caresses. His hand traveled down her abdomen, to the shallow trough at the top of her groin, then further south as his fingers teased their way between her thighs.

“I’m not sure if this is a dream…give me a bit longer to decide,” he murmured in her ear, reaching forward to nibble at it lightly. She shuddered in response, her breath coming out in something of a giggle and squeak. Her response made her shift her position, her legs opening to brace herself against the tickle of his bite. He took full advantage, his fingers ghosting over her warm, wet center carefully, and he smiled to himself as she replied with a low moan of need. He carefully drifted the tips of his fingers through her moisture, then slowly inserted one finger inside of her, feeling her arch against him, welcoming his touch within her. Moving his thumb higher, he made gentle, assertive circles around her clit, feeling her body tremble with arousal.

Her head went back as she raised her chin, taking in a breath of air like a racer trying to recover. Her voice came out in a strangled growl as he slipped another finger inside, slowly but surely thrusting them, hooking them slightly to rub on the soft, spongy node that would send her over the edge. Primer couldn’t help but smile at her reaction to his touch, and he bent his head to kiss along her jaw, down her neck to her collarbone, his soft lips ghosting along the depression made beneath the bone. He loved the little noises she made when he gave her pleasure. He loved touching her, taking in her spicy floral scent as well as her light musk of arousal. Primer continued to circle her clit with just the right amount of pressure, feeling her sex engorging at his stimulation, readying itself for a climax. Drawing himself further down on her body, he gently pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly at the sensitive bud and feeling her hands move up the side of his face to drag her fingers through his black hair. He could feel her tremble as her orgasm drew closer, and he increased the pressure on her G spot with the pads of his fingers, tapping at it lightly then almost pulling at it, both watching and listening to her response for cues to success at his work.

“Come on Lara, come for me,” he said with a low, somewhat gravelly order. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.” His kisses traveled down her torso, over her abdomen, until he was nestled between her thighs, one hand on her lower abdomen, the other working to give her pleasure and bring her to the edge. He took a moment to admire the view, sighing in contentment at her silky folds. “You’re so beautiful, Lara. So wet for me, so ready for this. Let me kiss you and you can come on my face and my fingers.”

Lara made brief eye contact with him, nodding breathlessly, her head rocking back as he bent to kiss her, pulling her clit softly between his lips. She gasped as his tongue ever so gently rasped over the surface of her sensitive nub, and moaned as he sucked harder, his goatee tickling her skin lightly as he buried his face in her center. She felt him remove his fingers for a brief moment, as he ran his tongue lightly through her folds, tasting her excitement, moaning slightly at her exquisite flavor. Her back arched as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting it deeply within her, lapping up her juice like it was the water of life.

“God, Primer, you’re absolutely sending me tonight!,” she groaned. He responded with a light chuckle against her clit, the vibrations suddenly causing her to spill over the cusp of her climax. He felt her body clench on his fingers, as she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy, the contractions of her walls squeezing and caressing him as her moisture increased.

Primer worked to catch it all, lapping at her gently, working to not overstimulate her. He sat up on one elbow, watching as Lara fought to catch her breath, her chest heaving softly. “Maker, you’re beautiful when you come,” he said watching her hungrily. He wiped at his face quickly, moving back up to kiss her, the tang of her arousal on his tongue.

Their kiss was soft but passionate, long and loving. Had an observer seen the pair, they’d have known instantly the two were deeply fond of each other, if not completely, wholly enamored. Lara’s hands traced down Primer’s sides, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the skin, feeling the definition of ribs beneath the surface, passing finally over his strong hips and grasping lightly at his tight glutes. One hand splayed open over an exquisitely shaped bun, the other reached beneath him to grasp his hard, erect shaft, sliding down its length to graze over the silky head. Primer gave a little grunt that elongated into a needful sigh, his hips pushing into her hand the tiniest fraction, indicating how badly he wanted her touch. She gave him a couple of slow, tantalizing pumps while they kissed, a small growl escaping her throat as Primer lightly bit her lower lip, pulling at it and letting it go with a small pop. Lara thumbed the moisture of his precum over the tip of his swollen shaft, feeling the slickness and knowing what he wanted to do without even asking.

Primer sat up on his knees, grabbing her hips softly and tugging her to a kneeling position on all fours. He smiled softly at the view before him of her muscled back, her tight little backside on display, her sex open for him. He ran a hand gently up the skin of her back, reveling in the silky texture as he brought it back to grasp her hips. Primer leaned over her, kissing up the terrain to the back of her neck, reaching up to brush her curls out of the way. His tip dragged through her warm wet folds and he felt her tense slightly, then lean into him, her need for him obvious. He reached back, grasping himself to guide his cock into her, slowly giving her the tip, then when he felt her relax, he pushed in, sheathing his cock in her depths. He felt Lara push back against him, welcoming him, lowering her upper torso to the floor like a stretching wolf.

Primer started to thrust, pulling himself back to near half removal, then heaving forward gently, savoring the feel of every centimeter of contact with her walls. He held her hips to himself firmly, his movement getting stronger and faster over time. The clone closed his eyes in satisfaction at the feel of her tight, warm sex as he rode her, the frenulum of his cock rubbing her in just the right spot even as his width stretched her deliciously. He heard her moan as she responded to him with her body, reaching her own hand back to stimulate herself, as his action started to send tremors through her. Primer was thrusting hard enough now that his balls were slapping against her hand and she removed it to let his own power bring her to a climax.

Primer’s voice growled lowly as he pounded her from behind. “Can you give me more than one, Lara? I want to face you, too. I want to come in you, take you like this, and then do it again, so I can see your face as I make you come again.”

“Anything for you, Primer. I want you however you want to take me,” she gasped back at him. “But you better hurry, because I’m about to fall to pieces on you.” Her voice came out in a rather choked sob, the way he filled her making her insides throb.

“Good, shatter on me then, come on my cock. I want to feel you.” He thrust into her somewhat more slowly, ending the action with a strong smack of his hips and balls on her thighs and clit. He felt Lara tense, her body suddenly clenching around him, enveloping his shaft in a tight embrace as she gave out a low growl that became something more of a roar. Her sounds sent him over the edge and he sucked in a breath of air, feeling the surge of his orgasm start in his balls, rushing forward to spill into her in hot pearlescent ropes. He gave her a few more tender thrusts as he laid himself over her back, his hands reaching forward to cup her breasts as he murmured to her, wanting a kiss. Lara turned her head back to him, meeting his lips with her own, her action tightening her body’s grip on his cock still inside of her. He moaned softly into her kiss, savoring the feel of her before pulling out.

Primer’s hands gently guided her to lay down, cuddling her to him as he kissed her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, down her neck. Maker, he could fuck her until he died. It was hard for him to put words to how he actually felt about her, how completely she dominated his world. He’d served by her side for years, followed her into the mud and blood and dirt, protected her, obeyed her, advised her, dreamed of her. The day she’d finally given in to their mutual need for each other, he’d felt he could never top the primal need for her body. But he’d been wrong. Chasing her through the woods on four legs, both tasting and smelling her scent, feeling her soft fur - if she’d given him half the chance he’d have taken her in wolf form. All the same, there was nothing about Lara that didn’t drive him mad with need and want. There was nothing he couldn’t imagine doing that wouldn’t end in the feeling of completion, of bonding with her at some molecular level that he couldn’t even wrap his mind around.

They both lay together, hands exploring lovingly, thumbs gently flicking at stiff nipples, feeling them snap back into place in response to their passing. They kissed each other like one or both of them was headed to the gallows, a desperate, almost frantic snogging that only drove them to higher levels of arousal. It didn’t take long for Primer to get hard again, and he rather assertively mounted her, guiding himself into her with an emphatic shove that buried himself into her slick pussy once more. He let out a long sigh and leaned down to rest his forehead against hers.

“I love you so much, Telperion Laurelin,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over her face. “You’re never just Lara to me. You’re so much more… you’re my whole soul, the fire that drives me. I’d follow you into hell and fight every devil that tried to touch you.”

Lara laughed softly, a little smile of humor on her face beneath him. Primer’s eyes flashed open and he pulled back slightly, looking at her with a touch of betrayal. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“I believe you, Primer. Completely,” she said with her soft drawling accent. “That was just so lyrical and…poetic. And appropo for Halloween. I bet we could wrangle up a few devils if you want to demonstrate…,” she said with a snicker.

“Here I am, professing my love for you, and you’re laughing at me!,” his voice deeply disgruntled.

Lara reached up to kiss him and he jerked back so she couldn’t catch his lips, his eyebrow arched in a snarky look. He shifted his weight and pulled out of her almost completely, stopping at her cry of surprise and dismay. She moved to grab him with her hands and he moved just as quickly to pin her arms by her side, smiling now with a naughty gleam in his eye. “Laugh at me will you?,” he said with a snarl.

“Dont be like that! Come on Primer you can’t promise me the prize and then snatch it away from me!,” her tone petulant and annoyed. He simply gazed back at her, pushing his cock back in only an inch at a time, teasing her with the thought of him filling her up but making her wait now. Her gaze softened and she stopped struggling, staring into his warm brown eyes. “I’m sorry. I love you, Primer. You’re the very fuel I live on. The fire to my coal, the steam to my power plant. Now I need you to pile drive my pistons and send this little rocket into orbit.” Her eyes sparkled with mirth, waiting to see his response.

After a moment of absorbing her utter nonsense, Primer shook his head, his shaggy top length of hair flopping slightly. He leaned down and kissed her for a long moment, delicately, then pulled away to stare in her eyes with his own narrowed. “On second thought, just be quiet and let me fuck you until there’s no room in your brain for silly garbage like that. I’m half surprised something like, ‘give me your bald headed yogurt slimer’ didn’t just come out of that pretty mouth,” he finished as she cackled with laughter.

“I’ll have to remember that one!,” she giggled. “Assault my pink palace, Sir Knight of the Summer Sausage.”

“Okay is that a big sausage or a little one? I’m trying to decide if I should be offended,” he asked, giving her a couple of thoughtful thrusts.

“Oh for you? Huge, of course,” she said with a little wink. “The compliments will get better the harder you give it to me.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a small growl. Primer started to take his assignment seriously, riding her hard, reaching for a place so deeply within her he hoped it rearranged her insides. He was cheered on by her moans and sighs, the way she arched her back, the pink flush that crept up her neck to her cheeks as he pleasured her body. Reaching back he pulled a leg over his shoulder and ran his hand down the back of her thigh, tracing along her backside to where they were joined. His fingers grazed over the feel of his slick cock thrusting into her wet sex, then trailed back to her other entrance, touching her softly, feeling her suddenly contract in surprise at his touch. “You like that?,” he asked her gruffly, the rough voice of the wolf peeking through.

Lara nodded her head jerkily, savoring the feel of his rough fingers over her opening. She arched as he pushed a finger in gently, advancing to the second knuckle, then burying it to his hand, thrusting it in and out even as he did. “Fuck, Primer!,” she cried out. She gasped as her body suddenly bucked, her orgasm rocketing through her unexpectedly, her hands grabbing, clawing at his back as she fought to meld their bodies into one. Her powerful climax caught him by surprise and sent him over the edge, slamming his cock into her as deeply as he could, feeling his own finish grip him powerfully by the balls as everything clenched, spilling himself inside of her with a cry.

He rocked her with a few more thrusts, relishing the warm, wet feel of her pussy still spasming lightly around his cock, pleased that he’d filled her up with his cum. He slowly pushed into her one more time, then bent down to kiss her once more, before collapsing by her side. She rolled to face him, letting him pull her closer to share their warmth. They laid staring into each other’s eyes, sharing each other’s breath, while Primer gently caressed her, nuzzling her like a wolf would its mate.

Lara sighed, accepting his touch, closing her eyes at the feeling of contentment at his care. “It’s the wee hours of the morning. We have one last thing to do before the veil closes.”

“What’s that,” he murmured.

Smiling, she sat up and rose to all fours, unconcerned about his juices leaking down her inner thighs. She looked into his eyes brightly, and he saw her change come over her, her soft, silky fur returning as she resumed her wolf form. Primer sat up and followed suit. The two padded to the door of the cabin, nudging it open with their noses, then broke into a lope into the dark woods. Primer followed her once again, her scent now fully mingled with his. She ran and ran, as if it was a joy to her, streaking through the underbrush like there were no barriers. Eventually she came to a promontory overlooking a glittering lake, slowing to a trot, then stopped to sit near the edge. The full moon of Halloween was lower in the sky, but still bright enough to illuminate the terrain below them. Her puffy tail tucked next to her haunches, her bright blue eyes turned to Primer’s rich brown set. Giving him a toothy wolf grin, Lara suddenly threw her head back and let out a beautiful, silvery howl.

Primer watched her for a moment, dropping to sit on his haunches next to her, listening to her mellow alto voice echo across the lake, rippling across the tree tops beyond. He heard an answering whinny from down below as a herd of horses challenged, the stallion letting the wolf know not to come near. Primer marveled at her beauty, even as a wolf she was so stunning she made his heart ache. Panting softly and chuffing, he suddenly raised his muzzle in the air and let out a howl with her, their voices mingling in the night air, their breath misting before them in the chilly darkness.

As the veil started to close on the night of All Hallows Eve, the ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and myriad of beasts and monsters moved back to their respective homes. The trick or treaters were long settled in their beds, dreaming ghostly dreams of skeletons, witches and werewolves. Lara and Primer sat side by side on the promontory listening to the cries and calls of the night, adding their voices to the chorus. When the barest hint of the new dawn licked at the sky, the two wolves turned and slipped into the woods, trotting happily into the receding darkness. The dawn would find their true forms huddled together on the thick, deeply piled rug before her couch, sleeping peacefully with Primer’s arms wrapped protectively around her. It would never matter what form the two lovers took, he would always be there to protect her, follow her on any adventure, or lay down his life for hers. The memory of their vocal harmony echoed in his mind, his eyes finally opening at the brightness of the day to the sound of a final, echoing howl.

“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.” - Curt Siodmak, The Wolf Man (1941)

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sunshinesdaydream · 9 months

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Hardcase is a loud eater. He slurps😏

Very loud, and messy too. 🤤

Thanks now instead of the Wrecker Fluff I was writing now we are writing Hardcase Smut Drabble.

#see first there was the Cody thot but Hardcase brings it to the next level #I need a margarita to go with my #spicy clones #sunshine writes smut #hardcase my beloved #clone trooper hardcase #star wars #the clone wars #anon asks #clone thots

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 8 months

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Clone thot below, minors DNI:

Is it too much to ask to be spooning with a clone and have his semi-hard dick rubbing against my butt???

Because that's the kind of mood I'm in right now.

#tbbb speaks #the thot came on so suddenly #general clone thottery #clone thots #minors begone #clone thirsting #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw #star wars

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skywlker-sluvtt · 9 months

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i have a mission for my fellow clone whores. im begging yall to put clone thots in my inbox

im thirsting so hard guys please 🙏🥹

#begging on my knees #clone thots #clone thirsting #tcw #the bad batch #501st battalion

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dreamswithghosts · 2 months

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mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway · 2 months

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Star wars confessions:

Each of our clone boys coming inside you the first time you tell them you love them during sex; just thinking of how they would react as they involuntarily nut inside you because of pure emotional feels is both just so hot and healing to me.

Idk; I'm a sucker for soft and steamy smut.

Feel free to reblog and add any headcannons if you want.

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #clone troopers #star wars confessions #dirt #smut #clone trooper x female reader smut #thots #minors dni #how our clone trooper guys react to us saying we love them during sex #this is so hot and sweet to me #I'm a sucker for soft and steamy smut #feel free to reblog and add any headcannons if you want

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literallyjustanerd · 7 months

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Tease Part II (Fives X Fem!Reader)

I'm back with more filth! The reaction to the first part of this fic was better than I could have hoped, thank you all for your very encouraging (and hilarious) feedback.

I meant this to be a short continuation/conclusion to the first part, and yet, here we are, at 3:45 am, with 3k words of pure smut.

Enjoy!

Words: 3.3k

Content: Hair pulling, stripping, hints of dom reader, light praise kink, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lol), dirty talk, fingering, very brief fluff

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Taglist (because I guess I have one of those now?? wild): @freesia-writes @wolffegirlsunite @clonethirstingisreal

Your breath hitches, too stubborn to let out the moan that tugs at your throat. It doesn’t go unnoticed: you feel Fives’ smile instead of seeing it, lips pausing on their trail down the centre of your chest, mouth twisting into a grin.

“Hit the spot, huh?” he mumbles against your skin.

“Just– don’t wanna be caught,” you manage to retort. “Never know who cou– mmph…” Your words dissolve into a frankly embarrassing whine as he chooses that exact moment to –the absolute devil– add a teasing little nip just below your navel. The break in your cool draws a smug little chuckle from Fives. The urge to smack him upside the head is rather dampened by the delicious buzz that his laughter sends across your skin, and the sharp, tingling rasp of his goatee. Maker, this man will be your undoing.

The two of you hadn’t lasted much longer in the alleyway outside, your fervent kisses and wandering hands quickly growing too bold to risk being seen by other students, or –stars forbid– faculty. It took all the strength you had to stop Fives’ hand on its valiant quest under the hem of your shirt, but you managed. As eager as he had been, he had pulled back the moment you moved him away, looking confused more than anything. You took a moment to appreciate those big, brown, pouty tooka-eyes before pulling him in by the back of his neck to speak into his ear.

"Wanna take this somewhere a little more… private?" And then, just to enjoy the heady glint in his eye, you’d taken Fives' earlobe between your teeth and pulled. Fives’ wolfish grin sticks in your mind, smoky like blaster fire and dripping mischievous intent. His hands were drawn magnetically back to you, unable to help himself, roaming lower to squeeze a handful of your ass. His unabashed lack of restraint had only stoked the fire in your core, flames licking up your spine when Fives gave his answer.

"Lead the way, cyare."

And here you had led him: to a block of seldom-used meeting rooms at the edge of campus. A chair wedged haphazardly under the door handle your only defence against the outside world. And as much as the growing ache in your cunt wants to let Fives continue his downward trail of kisses, licks and bites, your pride proves stronger. He’s been in control too long, and you’re craving the feeling of power you had over him during your little game in the lecture hall. Dragging a kiss-swollen lip between your teeth, you reach down to tangle your fingers in his cropped hair, nails scraping his scalp as you grab a fistful. All you intend to do is pull him back up to your mouth, to reassert yourself. You’re certainly not expecting the blissed-out look and stuttering groan Fives gives when you tighten your grip and pull. Neither is he, if his reaction is anything to go by. As quickly as his eyes had fluttered half-shut, they spring open, heat rushing to darken his cheeks. Time freezes when the two of you lock eyes.

You can’t resist.

“Oh? That hit the spot, did it?” you tease. Fives tries to scowl, to gain back any kind of foothold, but it’s hard when he still looks so dazed. You decide to take pity: instead of making him beg, you give him what he clearly wants and twist another handful of his hair in your hand, rougher and sharper this time when you pull.

It unleashes something dark and feral in Fives: the moment he’s back on his feet he’s on you, his lips bruising and his hands grabbing feverishly at every inch of you he can get. Your teeth collide as he tries to push further into you, his tongue thrusting forward to slide against yours. Clumsy in his desperation, he rucks your shirt up, barely able to drag his mouth from you for the split second it takes to tear it over your head. As soon as it hits the floor, he’s back on you, the long, firm line of his body pressing you into the wall. His thumb rubs deep, rough circles in your hip bone as he dips his head to mouth at the top of a breast, the other hand snaking underneath your bra and gripping hard, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. You keen, head thrown back so suddenly it hits the wall with a loud thud. But it’s not enough. You want his thick, calloused fingers against your skin instead of his gloves. You want to feel him against you when you roll your hips forward, feel the throb of his hard cock against the growing wetness at your core, not his cold plastoid armour. You have to repeat yourself when you find your voice: Fives is too distracted trying to figure out how to unclasp your bra and tug your pants down at the same time. “I said,” you pant, cupping both sides of his face and forcing him to look up at you, “strip.”

Fives comes back from whatever faraway place he had been, once again flashing that roguish grin.

“Giving orders now, eh?” he says, his accent thicker with his voice this low, still out of breath. One hand drags deep and slow across the arc of your waist, while the other trails low, twisting to cup your pussy and pushing two fingers through your clothes in just the right spot to set you gasping.

“What?” you huff, steeling your resolve even as your body betrays you to buck against his hand. It’s so good, too good, your cunt soaked, clenching with need. So empty. “Can’t handle it? You made ARC trooper. Thought that meant you were good at following orders.”

Fives laughs, bright and clean, and for just a moment, you feel something deep in your chest a lot more dangerous than lust.

“Never been my forte, actually,” he says. It’s your turn to laugh, a sly little sound as you take one of his hands in yours.

“Hmm… Shame,” you sigh. Bringing his hand up between you, you lean forward, heavy-lidded eyes locked onto his, and seal your lips around one gloved finger. You taste blaster smoke and synth-leather as you sway your head forward, taking his finger down to the knuckle before pulling back. Your teeth catch on the tip of the glove, dragging it off Fives’ hand and letting it hang from your lips for a moment before it’s tossed aside with your shirt. “If you’d been good for me, I would have made it worth your while.”

Like a loth-wolf on the hunt, Fives’ breath rumbles in his chest, dark eyes blown wide. Before you know it, you’re off the ground, hoisted with strong arms under your legs. You’re set down on the large desk in the middle of the room, one last appreciative pinch to the sensitive spot at your upper thigh before Fives’ hands retreat.

“Well, when you put it like that,” he purrs, “I could be convinced.”

Fives bites down on his remaining glove, wrenching it off quickly. Warm fingers ghost across yours, a feather-light kiss at the base of your neck as he reaches behind you and, finally, frees you of your bra. He traces an agonisingly shallow touch around your ribs from your back to cup your breasts, shivers breaking out across your skin from the cold air and his teasing touch. Suddenly slow and almost reverent, he bends, coaxing you gently back so he can take one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it once before giving the same treatment to the other.

“Good,” you breathe. “That’s it, that– hmm, that’s perfect.” The praise has instant effect: Fives redoubles his efforts, kneading harder at your tits and biting down on your nipple, suckling eagerly.

Your hands grip tight, digging crescent-shaped marks in the top of your thighs, arching into his touch. Interesting. You’ll have to file that reaction away for later.

Some time later he seems to remember his promise, standing, as reluctant to leave as you are to lose his touch. On his way up, though, he takes your hands, guiding them to your chest. You pick up where he left off, palming your breasts and rolling your spit-slick nipples in your fingers. Fives groans appreciatively at the display, before he sets to the task of removing his armour. Each plate that clatters to the floor reveals more broad, corded, rippling muscle. You lose yourself in your own touch, spurred on by every twist and flex, grinding your thighs together with building desperation. Fives watches with shriek-hawk eyes, letting out low, appreciative sounds whenever you make yourself gasp or whine.

“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, voice ragged around the edges. His codpiece falls to the floor, and you moan out loud before you can stop yourself at the sight of the bulge straining the fabric below. Fives chuckles, the sound more growl than laugh.

“You really are a dangerous one, aren’t you, adenn?” The Mando’a still goes over your head, but sweet spires of Coruscant, it makes your insides turn to hear him say it anyway. He’s down to his blacks at last, and neither of you can wait any longer. You let out a quick, heated breath.

“Get over here and find out.”

This time, he obeys the order without protest. Looks like he can be tamed after all, you think with a grin, not a moment before the two of you collide again. The weight of his body on yours was delicious before, but now, free from his armour? It’s downright heavenly. He’s big, with inches of thick, soft flesh packed over dense muscle, and you grab greedily at whatever you can reach.

“Kriff,” you utter into your mouthful of his neck, when you finally get under the waistband of his blacks to grope a handful of his ass. Fives’ chest seems to swell under the reaction.

“Glad I’m living up to your expectations,” he quips.

“You should not keep that thing hidden under the kama,” you shoot back, a beat of silence before you both dissolve into a fit of giggles. You make the mistake of leaning back to meet his eyes, and there it is again: the tiny hint of something small, fragile and disorienting. Why, of all the sordid things you’ve done so far, this should be the moment that makes you want to run, you don’t know. Before you can think too much of it, you pitch your hips forward, rolling against Fives’ groin and bringing you crashing back into your body.

The rest of your clothes are quickly shed, added to the scattered mess over the floor. Every nerve in your body is attuned to how suddenly hungry you feel when you first see Fives’ cock. Thick and firm as the rest of him, it arches up to his stomach, the tip leaking thick, pearly fluid. Instinctively, you lick your lips. The seam of Fives’ mouth splits into a smug grin as he crowds in close and eases your body back, until you’re resting fully against the table and he can drape himself over you. He whispers sweet, drunken praises into your flushed skin, licking a line between your breasts and venturing further down, down, down, until he’s kissing over the mound of your cunt.

“Fives…” you groan in warning, throwing an arm across your clenched eyes, bracing against the flames that threaten to engulf you completely. “Don’t make me wait, I–”

“Patience, adenn’ika.” The vibration of his words against your pussy have you keening, back arching and hips thrusting, coiled so tight you might snap. Thoughts swimming, head lolling, hands gripping Fives’ hair until your knuckles blanch. He inhales deeply, hot breath fanning over your clit when he lets it out with an indulgent hum. With lips that paint exquisite torture, he presses a kiss against the wetness of your folds that has your hole fluttering, clenching around nothing.

Your body feels like one big wound, exposed, raw and sensitive. So lost to your own want that you barely notice when Fives appears at your lips again. You definitely notice when you feel pressure at your entrance. Fives’ arms brace either side of your head. The strain in his muscles is clear – he’s as strung out as you, his toes over a precipice, leaning forward and ready to fall. Barely disguised, he sucks in a cinched breath as he drags his cock through your folds, gathering wetness before pressing his swollen, flushed head against your cunt. Still, despite how he seems to shake with the effort, he restrains himself.

“Well?” he utters into your ear, voice frayed thin and coreless. “What are you waiting for? Give the order.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. Lifting your legs to hook around his waist, you cup his chin, pulling him in for one final, sloppy kiss before meeting his eyes.

“Fuck me, Fives.”

Your vision whites out. Molten gold floods your veins. The entire world seems to throb with your pulse as Fives enters you, stretches you, fills you gloriously. It’s a tight fit, a slight burn, verging just on the right side of painful, but Fives takes it slow, face buried into the crook of your neck. His hips rock gently, pressing just slightly further with each small, seeking thrust, until finally, you feel his groin pressed flush against you. For a small eternity you stay like that, the only sound both of your laboured breathing as you grow accustomed to the stretch. Soon enough, and all at once, the feeling goes from too much to not enough.

“Back with me, cyare?” Fives breathes when your hips give an experimental twitch forward. “Sure you’re ready?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear from the tone of his voice that Fives was actually checking in with you, and not just teasing. Either way, you give your answer: drawing your hips back and driving them forward in a circle, drawing out a deep-throated groan as you feel Fives drag against your walls. Fives grunts at the stimulation.

“Give me the best you’ve got,” you say, and wildfire flares in Fives’ dark eyes. Moving slow, luxuriating in it, he draws almost all the way back, just the head of his cock remaining at your entrance. There’s a single moment of pause before, without warning, he thrusts, sheathing himself again in one fluid motion.

He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping rhythmically. Technicolour stars dance in your vision, limbs heavy and clumsy when you drape your arms around him, nails scratching sharp lines in his back and holding on for dear life as pleasure alights on every nerve, curling your toes and singing your fingertips. You can’t help the sharp moans punched from your lungs, and from how they seem to spur Fives on, you don’t want to. He’s beautiful like this: sweat-slick skin shining in the weak, blue light. Brow pinched, focus shifting deliriously from your face to your cunt, watching himself disappear into you with every thrust, breathing sweet, filthy words that seep through your skin and dance on your nerves.

“So good… So tight, taking me so well… Kriff, mesh’la, feels so kriffing good…”

When one of your hands leaves his back to tangle in the peppering of hair on his chest, he dives forward and smothers your lips with his, kissing you deep and messy.

“‘M close,” he murmurs, when his hips begin to lose their rhythm, growing unsteady and frenzied, shallower as he tries to pull back. “Where do you–”

You dig your heels into the small of his back, hauling him back in close. You can’t bear to lose the feeling of him splitting you open, and there’s no way you could deny either of you what you desperately want.

“Inside,” you demand, and Fives moans brokenly, hips twitching forward just from the one word. “You’re so good. Fill me up, Fives, please. Cum for me.”

With one last animalistic growl, Fives thrusts hard, once, twice, then fucks himself as deep into you as he can get, forehead pressed to yours. With a whine, you feel him swell, warmth spilling into your abdomen and filling you in long, luxurious pulses.

He barely gives himself a moment to relish his own relief before he’s moving again. Still buried deep in your cunt, he slips a hand down to where you’re joined together, swiping his calloused thumb through the wet mess and pressing it to your clit. You clench at the unexpected pleasure, and Fives huffs out a sharp breath at the overstimulation. It doesn’t slow him for a second, his soldier’s resolve showing through. He makes slow circles with his thumb, his other hand back at your breasts, grabbing, twisting, caressing. The touch at your clit quickens, switching between running teasing rings around it and pressing roughly against its centre. It’s maddening. His cock had taken you close enough that you’re already near your limit, lungs failing you, leaving you gaping, open-mouthed, white-hot and beginning to unravel.

“That’s it,” Fives coaxes, pressing kisses around your nipple, his goatee scratching electrically over your sensitive skin. Your praises turn incoherent as you hurtle towards your peak, thighs gripping tighter and tighter, fingers scrabbling for purchase on any surface you can find. Your words have left you, until all that remains are the breathy refrains of ‘yes,’ ‘Fives,’ and ‘more.’ You cum with his mouth at your neck and two of his fingers bearing mercilessly down on your clit, dissolving into oblivion screaming his name. Maker knows how long you drift out there, body rolling with the aftershocks, writing in slow motion, before you come back down out of hyperspace, vision still clouded and ears still ringing. You feel it when Fives finally pulls out, whining with overstimulation and wincing when you feel the mess leak onto your thighs. The laugh Fives gives is soft, venomless.

“Hey, you asked for it.”

You giggle dumbly and swat at his chest, still trying to regain control of your body. You’re pretty sure the grin on your face is beyond goofy. You can’t bring yourself to care.

Neither of you seem ready to leave, even after you’ve cleaned up as best you can and redressed. You’ve both slid down to the floor, leaning beside one another against the wall, facing forward.

“That was…” you trail, clearing your parched throat. A blur in the corner of your vision, Fives nods.

“Yeah.”

Silence sets in. For one terrifying moment, it seems this will end like some of your past flings: with both of you guiltily avoiding eye contact and hurrying along your separate ways. But just when your afterglow is about to be ruined by your own rumination, Fives’ head tips to rest on your shoulder. The weight is a comfort, and he lets the silence linger before he speaks.

“Next time, we should really go back to your apartment. Much easier to clean up.”

Your chest warms, and you twist your head to look down at him.

“Next time?” you say, the smile clear in your voice. Fives picks his head up, but keeps it close to yours, close enough that you can pick each golden fleck in his earth-brown eyes. He leans in, presses a slow kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah. Next time.”

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