#tcw smut
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Bon Appétit
Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. No plot. Just smut. PiV sex, cunnilingus. Fluffy, dorky. Established relationship.
WC: 1,000
A/N: I wrote this by the pool on vacation while having Fives thots. Not super edited, I’ve had a few drinks. Enjoy!
You placed the bag of take-out on the counter, knowing Fives would be over any minute.
Fives just returned from a long campaign on some Outer Rim planet and had a few days of rare leave upon his return.
You grabbed food from your favorite dive restaurant on the way back to your Coruscant apartment, knowing Fives would be ravenous for food that wasn’t ration bars.
As expected, a few moments later Fives stepped through your door, and he was on you instantly.
He grasped the sides of your face, bringing you into a passionate, fiery kiss as his hello. You melted into him, his mouth exploring yours, his hands groping and grabbing anything he could find.
“H-hello” You were able to gasp through his kisses, his lips now leaving a fiery trail down your neck. “I missed you.”
“Hello,” He rumbled into your now hot skin, set ablaze by his passion. “I missed you, too.”
You yelped as he swooped you up into his arms, carrying you straight into your bedroom, dropping you down onto your bed.
“I got food from Desi’s Noodles, your favorite.” You sat up as he quickly stripped his armor and his blacks. “Figured you might be hungry.”
Five’s eyes darkened as he climbed on top of you, his cock already hard and begging for you. You helped him remove your clothing, your own desire flooding your senses, desperate for his touch.
“Oh, I’m hungry.”
Fives nipped at your bare stomach, licking eagerly around the hem of your lacy panties. He growled as he bit your panties, dragging them down your legs and throwing them over his shoulder.
Fives grinned between your legs.
“I’m starving, actually.”
Before you could respond to his silly remark, his skilled tongue and lips were on your pussy, causing your body to convulse at the sudden pleasurable intrusion.
“So good, so sweet. Mesh’la, you’re soaked for me. “ Fives slurred into your folds, already drunk on your taste and the feel of your soft pussy on his face, his goatee adding delicious friction to his ministrations.
“I missed this gorgeous pussy of yours. Dream of it every night. Just like this.”
“Fives…I…” You lost your train of thought, your mouth agape as his tongue flicked and rolled around your clit.
He chuckled into your folds, massaging your thighs as he licked and sucked to his heart’s content.
“Yes, mesh’la? You sayin’ something?” His eyes looked up your body, glazed with lust, meeting your half-lidded ones.
“The food…is getting cold… ” You managed to gasp, his tongue working absolute magic on your clit, your body trembling, knowing you did not want him to stop under any circumstance.
Fives pulled away momentarily, his lips hovering right over where you wanted him most.
“We can stop…” he teased, gently brushing his tongue over your swollen nerve, your thighs spasming and clenching around his head.
“Don’t…you dare.” you gasped, gripping the sheets beneath you.
Fives buried his face into your core once more, fingers teasing at your entrance as he focused on your clit again.
You writhed, moaning and gasping as your muscles began to tighten in your belly and thighs, your release building.
Fives pushed his fingers in without resistance, finding that spot that made your mind spin.
Your orgasm hit quickly, Fives holding you down against his face as pleasure rocked your body, his name leaving your lips over and over, music to his ears.
“Mesh’la…Maker, you’re so beautiful when you cum.” Fives licked his lips as he sat up from between your legs, his goatee shiny with your juices.
He crawled back on top of you, kissing you deeply, your body boneless.
He slid his tongue with yours, giving you a taste of your tangy release.
Your passionate kiss was interrupted by a low growl in your lower belly.
You couldn’t help a loud laugh at the sound, Fives laughing as well into the crook of your neck, breaking the kiss.
“Maybe we should eat.” He chuckled, kissing the side of your jaw.
You reached down, grasping his rigid length, giving it a few lazy pumps.
He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.
“We can stop?” You teased, mirroring his statement from before.
Fives smirked, kissing you again as you ran your fingertips over the velvety head of his cock, causing him to shudder and whine.
“Mmm, I can wait a little longer if you can.” He murmured, lining himself up with your entrance.
He easily slid inside, a choked sound leaving his lips as he bottomed out inside you.
“F-fuck…” he sighed, dropping his forehead to yours.
“You’re so warm…so soft” He ran one reverent hand up your torso, cupping the side of your face.
“I love you.”
You rolled your hips up, encouraging him to move, tangling your fingertips in his soft curls as your legs locked around his waist.
“I…ah…love you too…” You mewled as he pulled out and pressed back in, starting a slow pace, looking down into your eyes.
“You feel amazing…” He groaned. “So good for me.” Fives shifted his hips, changing the angle of his cock that was now driving into you without pause.
You cried out, tightening your grip in his locks, his thrusts hitting a spot that took the breath from your lungs with each snap of his hips.
“Fives…you feel so good, more, please…!”
He pressed a thumb to your aching clit, his other hand reaching to entangle with yours above your head.
He loved seeing you like this, totally fucked and blissed out, your face flushed, your louder and louder cries if his name as he brought you closer to release.
“Cum for me, I’m close too…cum with me mesh’la.” Fives gritted out, his head pressed to the side of yours, his low moans right in your ear.
“Fives, I’m - I’m so close I…”
The building pressure in your belly exploded, his thumb circling your swollen nub in tight circles as his own orgasm pulsed through him, his hips stuttering as he filled you. You swallowed one another’s cries as you kissed, tears pricking at the sides of your eyes at the intensity of your shared orgasms.
Fives gave one final thrust before slowly pulling out and collapsing beside you on your bed. Your chests heaving and sweat covering your bodies as the ecstasy slowly faded from your coupling.
He gently kissed your shoulder, murmuring something sweet you barely heard over your own labored breaths.
“Now…what did you say about noodles?” Fives traced his fingertips up your torso, lips still on your shoulder.
You giggled, turning toward him on the bed. You kissed his tattoo, his eyes reflecting nothing but pure adoration back at you.
“That’s the main course, but I’m hoping for a few more after…” you mused, tracing his toned chest with a finger. “Seconds, thirds, fourths…”
Fives had you pinned under him in an instant, chuckling in your ear. “You think your appetite can handle all that?” He nipped lightly at your earlobe, squeezing and feeling one of your breasts with his palm, your nipples hardening at the new jolt of arousal burning under your skin.
“Oh, I’m sure of it.”
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Revolve - Captain Rex x Fem!Reader
Summary: After months of thinking he was dead, Captain Rex comes back into your life. There will be time to figure out where you lie in a galaxy neither of you know anymore, but for now you can't keep your hands off him and Rex needs to show you how much he missed you.
Warnings: Smut (18+ only for this folks), oral sex (f receiving), boob & general body worship, PiV, praise kink, mentions of/light cockwarming, creampie
A/N: Inspired by Rex's return in The Bad Batch season 2, but no spoilers for the episode's plot. It's been a long time of writer's block, so i'm kicking up my brain again with some good old smut featuring our favorite blond captain. Divider by @galacticgraffiti
Word Count: 3.4k
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You were always careful with how you left your apartment: Coruscant wasn’t a safe space to live, even before the Empire. Now there was a false sense of security, a cover brought by the end of the war that should make you feel comfort but you couldn’t lose the fear that something else would come to shake your world at its core. Thing were supposed to be safe, but you didn’t recognize the galaxy anymore. You couldn’t stop looking over your shoulder as you walked home, you never lingered in secluded spots for too long, maybe you were being paranoid, but ever since you the war ended you knew you weren’t safe. Maybe it was because you lost the one person who you knew would always look after you. So, you always triple check that your doors are locked before bed, that your security system was on, and would repeat the same motions when you left for work in the morning. So, tonight when you arrive home to an unlocked door, it’s more than a surprise.
You recognize the simple signs of disturbances; your chair slightly nudged to the side, a cloak resting over the back of your couch. Whoever came in was giving you warning signs so you wouldn’t be alarmed once you saw the shadow of their figure staring out your window.
And the last thing Rex ever wanted to do was frighten you.
At the sound of your keys landing on the counter, Rex turns to face you. He looks good for a 'dead' man. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, your feet frozen in place as you take in the man in front of you. You never believed the reports, couldn’t fathom that he had died in the crash that took his brothers. Still, it was like a ghost stood in front of you, and you were afraid if you acknowledged it, you would wake up from this wanted dream.
But then he says your name, the rumble of his voice too present to be a figment of your imagination. His eyes are filled with longing and disbelief even though he had sought you out; you would have teased him for it if you weren't in shock yourself.
You practically leap at him, and Rex is waiting with open arms; those strong, caring arms grasping you tightly as he tugs you into his chest. The vest he wears is so light you can feel his heart thudding in his chest, as runaway with glee as yours is too. He presses his face into your neck, smelling the scent of your shampoo, taking in your essence. HIs hands grasp your clothing, he needed this moment just as much as you did; this tangible proof that you still existed after everything else fell apart.
"Cyar'ika," He murmurs, his breath hot against the skin of your neck. Hu nuzzles into you and you feel the stubble growing on his cheek; a new thing for him. "I'm sorry it took me so long."
"I thought I lost you," you manage to squeak out, eyes burning from tears threatening to spill over.
"I wanted to be here sooner," you can feel the weight of honesty on his words. Rex pulls back, his eyes once again finding you. Now that you're closer, you can take him in much better. A pale scar on his temple is the only sign of injury on him. He rests his hand on your cheek, his thumb circling over where tears had already managed to stain. "I would have been. But it wasn't safe."
"It still isn't," you interject, your worry for him renewed in a different way. "So much has happened so quickly. And I don't believe what they're saying about the Jedi being traitors, it just doesn't make sense."
"It's all lies," Rex insists in a harsher tone than he's ever used with you. He dials it back once he sees the apprehension on your face, pecking a kiss on your forehead before exhaling. His face is lined with exhaustion, his eyes tired, and you can feel the anger laced with guilt radiating off him. "Palpatine was using them, using all of us, all along."
"What happened?" you almost don't want to know, but you have to understand where he's been, everything he's dealt with. You can't take his burdens, but you can help him with the weight.
"It's not a quick tale," he says with a mirthless chuckle, that deep sound that you love so much hidden behind the dead seriousness.
"Well, I'm here to listen," You nuzzle against his hand, planting a kiss in his palm.
"Later. Right now, though..." Rex's tone gets lower, his hand sliding to your neck as the arm around your back squeezes you tighter. “It’s been too long since I kissed you.”
You don’t have time to reply before his lips are on yours, a moan catching your throat as his grasp tightens. Rex is slow, tentative at first, as if he’s savoring the moment to make up for lost time. But when you pull back for air, it’s like a switch flips in him; his eyes are dark with desire, hooded as they look over you.
He guides you back to the bedroom he’s spent so many nights in. He knows your place like it was his own, and one day you had wanted to make it so. Now you know that day could never be.
Rex kisses you again, hungrier and insisting as his hands find the waistline of your pants. You can’t hold in the giggle that escapes your lips at his frantic attempts to take your clothes off. You help him as best you can, lifting your shirt up. Rex makes an indignant huff when he has to release your lips, but its quickly silenced as you stand in front of him in your bra and panties. His hands reach around your back, his deft fingers skillfully removing your bra. His eyes are locked on your face as he slides it off you, watching the way your lips tremble in anticipation.
Rex’s touch was reverential; his fingertips grazing over your skin, raising goosebumps as his touch passed. Your nipples pebbled, from the cold air or from the arousal of the heat of his hands against you, you weren’t sure.
“I missed you,” you whimper as he nudges you to sit on the bed. That doesn’t encompass all you’ve felt in the last few months. Nothing could compare to the ache you felt without him. But you couldn’t burden him with that, not when he was dealing with so much.
“I’ve missed you too, Cyare,” Rex leans down and clasps both his hands around your face. “But I’m here now. It’s just you and me.”
He’s quick to remove his clothes, eager to feel his skin against yours. You slide back as he does, taking him in as you prop up on your elbows. His chest is littered with more scars than you remember, something that frightens you. But you can’t let your fears get in the way of this moment.
You spread your legs wider, smirking at the way Rex’s eyes linger on your panties, the only time of clothing either of you are wearing. He prowls to the bed, slowly climbing on it and over you until he’s kissing you again.
“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you are?” Rex murmurs against your lips.
“You could mention it more often,” you can’t resist the urge to tease, ignoring the fluttering in your stomach. Rex blows a huff of air against your lips as he chuckles in response.
“Alright then,” he starts, his voice dangerously low as he presses up.
“You’re gorgeous,” he repeats, pecking a kiss on the corner of your mouth. His lips trail down to your jaw, his breath hot on you as if meets the sensitive skin of your neck. You yelp in surprise as his teeth meet your skin, nipping lightly before his tongue laves over the sensitive spot. “And so sexy.”
He makes his way down to your heaving chest. His palm cups on of your breasts, squeezing as he plants open mouthed kisses on your sternum. His eyes meet yours once again, a slight smugness in them as his tongue peaks out and flicks over your nipple.
“Love your perfect tits,” Rex groans before sucking your nipple between his lips. You whimper from the pleasure, your cheeks hot and your core aching. He moves to your other breast, sucking on that nipple too as you squirm beneath him. You try to press your legs together to release some of the need settling in at the apex of your thighs, but Rex’s body between you prevents that. But he knows what you want, and starts to grind his hardness against you. You gasp as you feel how large he is, his hot and heavy cock rutting against you. Droplets of precum smear against your lower abdomen as Rex lazily thrusts, still focused on your chest.
When he decides he’s done, he scoots lower down your body, his tongue tracing his path down before he gets to your panties. Rex looks up at you, his brown eyes filled with sinful wanting as he licks a stripe over your covered slit, tasting the tang of your arousal that had already dampened your panties. You moan his name, one of your legs crossing over his back to nudge him closer to you.
“Patience,” Rex tsks, that small, confident grin that drives you insane still on his face. His fingers toy with the band on your panties. “Only good girls get rewarded.”
You hmph, prepared to sass him back when he raises an eyebrow at you. You put on a sweet smile, and nudge your legs slightly further apart, waving your hips as you wiggle.
“I’ve just missed how good you make me feel,” you sound breathless as you say it. “I can’t handle being teased right now.”
You try to shift again but Rex holds you steady. He presses a kiss to your thigh; the roughness of his stubble sends a shiver down your spine. You must be dripping in your panties, your need for him to give you everything taking over. “Rex; please.”
Rex was a resolved man, but he always had a weakness where you were concerned. “Anything for you, cyar’ika.”
Rex loops his fingers around your waistband and slowly slides your panties down, groaning when he sees your glistening lips. Once they’re off, he crawls back to you on the bed. His strong arms wrap around your thighs, his large hands holding your thighs steady and open for him as he dives in.
You moan as soon as his tongue glides through your lips, you try to grind your hips against his face but his grip is strong, holding you in place as he tastes you. He licks a long, flat strip up your slit, then circles over your clit with his tongue, You can’t hold in the way your breath hitches as he flicks over your clit, teasing you as he begins to finally relieve some of that pressure aching in you.
Rex groans against your skin as he tastes you, thinking of how much he missed this, missed you. It’s cliche to say, but he eats you like a man starved; he had been so long deprived of you that now he needed to relish it, savor it. Something ignited in him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he buried his face there. You knew if he wasn’t holding you steady, your legs would be squeezing against his head. Your hands jump to the back of his head, your nails probably scratching the back of his head, but he gives no sign he minds. In fact he seems to like it; he groans into your core, the vibrations against your sensitive skin making you keen.
His eyes dart up as you gasp, a challenge and a cockiness in his eyes that sets you on fire. He unwinds one of his arms from your legs, the limb weighted with the signs of that sweet soreness you’ll feel in the morning. You’re about to offer Rex some teasing remark for it, when you feel a thick finger probing at your entrance and your words turn into a moan.
“Relax, cyar’ika, I’ve got you,” Rex croons as his finger slowly drags in and out of you. He puls it in and out of you, slowly increasing his pace, before adding a second finger in. Your walls cling to his fingers, tightly clenching around them as Rex fingers you. He crooks his finger, finding your g-spot with such a skill and ease; he knows your body so well, knows exactly what to do to make you feel good.
With only one hand to keep you in place, your squirming has increased; your body acting of its own mind to chase his fingers as they thrust into your pussy. The way his fingers fill you is near perfect, second only to his cock. You can feel the pressure cresting in your body with every stroke of his fingers inside you, your breath leaving you in sighs as your chest begins to heave. He slips another finger in, stuffing you and warming you up for what’s to come and you swear you’re close to seeing the Maker.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” Rex grunts out, his voice husky with arousal. You can feel his breath on your pussy as he encourages you. “I can feel how close you are. Go on, let go for me.”
He leans in and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking as his fingers stick with their consistent motion against your g-spot. You cry out his name, your body tensing as you climb that peak, finally toppling over with a swipe of his dexterous fingers. Your vision dots white and your voice cracks as your head rolls back. Rex keeps sucking your clit and fingering you as your orgasm washes over you, only slowing when your body relaxes again.
“How was that?” Rex asks, his smirk telling you he already knew the answer. He pushes himself back up, climbing over you so he could kiss you; you could taste yourself on his lips.
“Hmm could have been bett-oh,” Your teasing reply is cut off by Rex kissing you again, his hand slips to your neck, his fingers clasping around it. He only gives a light pressure, not enough hurt you in any way but enough to remind you who made you feel that good. You can feel his cock, hot and hard against your thigh as his kiss grew more insistent, tongue meeting tongue as your arousal built up again. Rex can’t wait any longer either.
“I need you.” He grunts out in between kisses, needy and purposeful.
“Then take me,” you reply, out of breath, ready to offer him everything you have.
Rex enters you slowly, his cock stretching you, filling you in the way you craved. Your hands clenched around his biceps, nails digging into his skin as you hissed from the slight pain that came from getting used to him. But maker, it was so worth it. Rex’s muscles were clenched as he held himself back from roughly snapping his hips to yours; he wanted to take you, claim you entirely as his and Maker knows you would willingly let him. But that restraint made those first moments all the more savorful, something to cling to before you lost yourselves.
Rex groans roughly as his cock hilts completely inside you, pressing his forehead against yours. He stills for a moment, breathing heavily as he feels you around him, warm and tight. He loves the feeling of you beneath him trembling with want, loves the way you bite your lips as you try and hold your whimpers inside. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you, taking you in and reading you to judge when you’re ready for him to move.
He fills you so perfectly, you would let him lay here for hours, semi-crushing you with his cock inside you as your cunt squeezes around him. You would have him use you in any way he wanted and you would let him. But now there’s one thing alone you want, you meet his eyes and nod, digging your nails tighter into his skin as you beg, “Move, please Rex .”
You cry in pleasure as he thrusts back and slams his hips back into you so hard you feel him in your gut. You’re still moaning when he thrusts again, just as hard, just as deep.
This wasn’t your soft and tender Rex; you knew he was there, under the hardened layers of a man who had lost everything. This Rex is still kind, still devoted, but he has a need burning through him. A desire to take you and consume you. His grip around you is harsh, his arms squeezing you as they wrap around your torso so hard you half wonder if he could break you. His thrusts near punishing, his cock plunging deep into you. You can’t hold in your moans and cries; and Rex doesn’t want you to. He wants to hear you, needs to know how you fall apart under him, how you call his name, how you beg for him.
“That’s my good girl,” he grits out, his voice so low it sparked a fuse inside you. His eyes flashed as you clenched around him. “Taking me so well. You look so beautiful like this.”
“You feel so good,” you tell him. But there’s a smugness on his face.
“I know, princess,” you swear you could cum right then. He knows what he’s doing to you. He can feel the way your body trembles beneath him, how your legs quake around his waist, how your cunt is leaking with arousal all by what’s he’s doing to you.
You clutch onto him likes he’s your life line, and in a way he is. Everything revolves around him, in a way that fills you with bliss when he’s with you and a way that filled you with dread these last few months without him. You’re still torn under the surface, wanting to cry in joy and sorry over ever emotion running through you at seeing him again but you’ll have time for that later, time to figure out what comes next. Right now, the only thing that matters is he’s here with you.
Every stroke of his cock inside you knocks the air out of you; you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve moaned his name or how many times your name has left his lips like a prayer. His praises for you falling between every thrust, igniting that fire in your gut as he pounds into you.
Rex holds you tighter and you feel like he could snap you in half; his thrusts going faster and faster, his grunts in your ear getting louder. A layer of sweat beads on both your bodies, the smack of your hips meeting is lewd but heavenly. Your breath is pitching, every time Rex moves his cock hits you in a place so deep as he pushes you closer and closer to ecstasy. He can feel you pulsing around him, hear the way your voice is cracking and he knows you’re about to come.
“Come on mesh’la, that’s it,” Rex orders hoarsely, his voice rugged and tense as he holds himself together for a little bit longer, “come for me.”
You start to see stars as your orgasm hits you. Rex fucks your harder as you come, his breath loud as he chases his own orgasm with you. Your pussy clenches around Rex’s thick cock, milking him dry as he grunts out and spills inside you. You should be embarrassed by how loud you are, knowing there’s no way your neighbors can’t hear you yell Rex’s name but you can’t bother to care. Rex’s thrusts speed up as he empties himself into you, until he presses all the way in once more when he’s done, filling you into most sinfully delightful way as he collapses on top of you.
You both lay there for an immeasurable amount of time; his cock still filling you up, plugging your mixed releases that slowly leak out of you as he softens. His lips are in your neck, softly kissing you as he murmurs his adorations into your skin. Your fingers trace circles on his back, over the scars that litter his body. There are conversations to be had, plans to be made: but nothing else matters in this moment more than having your Rex back, safe with you.
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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
welcome to my first ever kinktober! its about to get nasty in here so get ready sluts. 16 days because i don't trust myself at all to do a whole 31. fics vary in length, honestly depends how motivated i was the day i wrote it. i really hope you guys enjoy, I'm very excited for it. thanks for all the support 💕
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16.10 fives + handcuffs/orgasm denial
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Don't Stop on my Account
Wolffe × Fem!Reader, new/budding relationship
MINORS BEGONE 🔞
Warnings: n s f w 18+, self pleasure, fantasizing, watching, unprotected PiV sex, overstim, yearning, touch of angst, and smut, so much smut
Summary: missing your new sweetheart's touch, you decide to go solo, only to discover you're not as alone as you thought you were 👀
Little over 1800 words
Author's notes: I haven't written in a long time so sorry if this is rough! Wolffe is my fav clone so this is incredibly self indulgent yeehaw. Also use protection!
You'd been warned so many times. "Stay away from the republic clones, they're hot but there's no guarantees with them." Your friends know you well, you have the habit of falling for people a little too hard, a little too fast. And they were right, of course, you'd met plenty of clones that never came back. Even so, knowing all this: When Wolffe was around, all of your logic seemed to be thrown away.
You'd spent every night for a few weeks with him. As soon as he was allowed away from his post, and you with work, you'd find each other. In the morning he'd wake you before he left your flat with a soft kiss, just enough that you'd be able to fall back asleep once he was gone. Wolffe would make sure you knew he had a good time, and he was excited to see you again. The cycle repeated until one day, it didn't.
Wolffe doesn't wake you with a kiss that day, he tries to sneak out, but catches his boot on last night's clothes, and his stifled, "Kriff!" wakes you instead. He blushes when you look at him with a pout, hair tossed and body bare to him. "So you're leaving today, hm?"
"I uh... I am," Wolffe straightens up, putting on the cold stare he gave to others. You'd never seen it aimed at you before, and it makes you feel small. "I got my orders last night, headed--"
But that smallness only lives until "last night" tumbles from his lips. You sit up a little with betrayal clear on your face, angry now, "You got them last night and you didn't think to tell me?" You don't know why that hurts so much, but it does. It hurts more than you thought it ever would.
But he looks hurt too, his eyes heavy with guilt now as he glares at the floor, "I didn't know how, okay? This- this thing, it's new to me, kriff, you have me thinking I could--" He stops, and you wait for him to continue, but he just shakes his head and lets the thought die, "I'll be back soon."
"How soon?"
"Sooner than you think... but not as soon as we'd hope."
You want to be mad, stars you want to tell him to fuck off... But you find yourself instead getting out of bed and moving to kiss him. Wolffe doesn't hesitate to lean down and kiss you back, collecting you in his arms and holding you close. His armor feels cold against your bare skin and he chuckles when you pull away.
He admires your goosebumps, that cocky smirk on his face as he touches your body. His glove hand runs over your breast, circling your nipple, and you moan softly at his touch. Before you can even think, the words come out, "Please stay..."
The sadness returns to his eyes instantly, "I can't..." you stand in silence, before he takes your hand and squeezes it, then presses it to his lips, "Tell me to come back safe instead, Mesh'la..."
"No..." you set yourself against his chest, one hand were his heart would be as the other hugs around his waist, "I don't want you to leave at all. Stay with me."
Wolffe tilts your head to look at him. His voice is stern, but there's a plea in his eyes, a need to hear you say it, "Tell me to come back safe."
You get on your toes and place one more kiss to his lips, whispering against him, "Come home to me, Wolffe. Come home safe..."
"I will." He kisses you once more before he leaves you standing there alone.
You miss him. You miss him for a long time.
When you get back into bed, your mind goes back to the night before he left. You wish the sheets still smelled like him, and all you want is his touch, his warmth. The feeling of his hands on your body as he handles you, his lips on your skin, his teeth marking your neck, and his length deep within your walls.
"Wolffe..." you whimper, shutting your eyes. Your nipples are the last place you felt his bare handed touch, so you decide to start there, and you whimper again, "Wolffe..." as you feel yourself up.
When you start to rub your legs together, you lay yourself on your back and run one hand down your stomach. The memory of Wolffe's hand running the same course sending chills over you. You open your legs for yourself- no, for him. Always for him, you think to yourself, picturing Wolffe between your legs again.
You bite your bottom lip and moan as you slide your fingers between your folds. "F-fuck-- Wolffe~ oh~" He'd chuckle if he were there, you think, telling you how pretty your folds looks all wet for him, "O-only for you". Your fingers spread your slick from your entrance up to your clit, and you moan again, mimicking his tongue with your fingers.
"Wolffe, oh~" you feel yourself throb as you start rubbing circles into yourself. You have to use three fingers to match the size of his two, and you moan louder, "Fuck me, please, oh, ah..."
You let go of your nipple and bring your other hand down, teasing your entrance as you rub your clit. You can hear Wolffe in your head saying how needy you are, telling you to ask for what you want, and maybe he'll give it to you.
"I-I want you, I want you, please oh-" you slip two fingers inside your slick walls and clench around them, gasping, "Wolffe!!"
It's then that you hear a low chuckle, "You want me, hm?" and your eyes open. You're not sure how you willed him back. Your hands slow a bit, and Wolffe chuckles again, starting to remove his clothes, "Don't stop on my account Mesh'la. Go on, touch yourself. I want to see you."
Renewed blush burns your cheeks and shoulders as you watch him strip down to nothing but his small clothes. The bulge in his shorts makes you ache, but all he does is set his hands on your knees and spread you open a little more, "Keep going, I want to see how this plays out."
Wolffe watches your hands with hungry eyes as you do what your told. He kisses your inner thighs as your hand rubs faster against your clit, fingers curling inside your walls with a sweet wet smack. "Wolffe... I'm- I'm close, please..."
"Cum then," Wolffe bites your soft skin and you moan for him, clenching around your fingers, "When you cum, I'll give you what you want."
"I want you..." you pant, moving faster as you feel your climax building, "I want you, Wolffe, I want you, I--" he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue.
Your hands move faster in your walls and on your clit, and as you spasm under your own touch, back arching off your bed, you scream his name, "Wolffe!! Oh!"
Before you can come down from your own pleasure, with your head still spinning, Wolffe begins to move. He takes your hands from yourself and places your slick fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean of your slick. When he's done with your hands, he puts them over your head, with a cocky chuckle, "Tell me what you want."
"I want you," You're so dizzy, but you open yourself to him and put your legs over his waist, "I want you Wolffe, please... please..."
"What do you want Mesh'la?" You can tell he's teasing you. He likes it when you get crude with him about your desires. Walking in on you masturbaiting to a fantasy of him must have done wonders for his ego, and it's showing. He rolls his hips forward, barely grazing your folds with his bulge, but it's enough to make you squirm and moan. "I'll ask again," he rolls his hips once more, "What do you want?"
Your heart pounds, and you lean your head to the side, "Fuck me!"
Your hips come up, trying to gain any friction, and you whine, turning to look at him again, "Fuck me Wolffe, I need you. Please!"
"Since you asked so nicely~" Wolffe leans back from between your legs and removes his shorts finally, freeing his length with a sigh of relief.
You expected him to climb back into the bed, but he pulls you forward by your spread legs, bringing you to the edge of the bed. You hook your legs around his waist again as he slides his length through your folds. Wolffe stimulates your clit with the head of his length, then slides it down to your entrance. He teases you a little, "Already prepped for me, hm? It's like you knew I'd want to be deep in you when I got back."
You open your mouth to retort, but all that comes is a drawn out moan as Wolffe's length fills you for the first time in what feels like an eternity. The clone gives his own grunt of content as he presses a hand onto your belly and fills you completely, "You feel so good, so wet for me."
"O-only for you..." you pant, hands gripping the sheets above you.
Wolffe smirks at you as he slowly drags his hips back, only to snap them forward quick and rough. A surprised, "Ah!" Comes from you, and your back arches. He does it again, and again, building speed until you're bouncing on his cock. He holds your waist and fucks into you hard, the sweet wet slaps of skin on skin filling your bedroom. The sounds mingle in the air with grunts and moans, names whispered and then yelled soon after.
You feel another climax starting to threaten, and you look up into Wolffe's eyes, seeing the same building pressure on his face. His hand goes to your clit and you scream his name in ecstasy as he fucks into you wildly, hips surging forward in sporadic hard thrusts. Wolffe grits his teeth as he spends himself deep within your walls, collapsing forward onto your shaking body as you both bask in the after glow.
Your arms tremble as you hug around his chest, moaning as he lazily rolls his hips with aftershocks. As Wolffe kisses your neck, you bury your face in his shoulder, placing your own soft kisses to his hot skin, "Welcome home, Wolffe..."
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Just a Touch of Your Love
Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader
Summary: Fives follows you to your dance class thinking you’re going on a date. Confessions of love and sweet sweet smut ensue!
Warnings: mutual pining, oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV, lots of sappy worshipping
Word Count: 3785
A/N: I’m going to convert you all into Fives girlies (GN) one day. This man is just 🥰🫠 i LOVE writing Fives.
Song reader is dancing to is:
Song smut was written to:
>We will be back on Coruscant 1300 today. Meet us at 79s at 1700 - Fives
You stared at the unexpected message on your datapad and you couldn’t contain the giddy leg kicks you did off the edge of your bed. Fives was coming home!
You were just friends. At least, you tried to convince yourself of that fact over and over but your heart didn’t seem to listen or care. So tonight you were throwing caution to the wind, consequences be damned. You were telling him. At 79s. After you’d had enough drinks to knock out a bull bantha.
>Have an appointment. Will be done around 1730. See you at 79s after!
You glanced at the chrono and made your way to the door tossing your small bag over your shoulder. In an effort to keep your mind occupied while Fives was gone, you’d joined a dance class at a local studio. The workout helped keep the anxiety about his safety and the stress from work at bay. You also loved it being walking distance from your apartment and you usually enjoyed having the opportunity to ruminate in your thoughts before class started. However, today you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched the entire trek to the studio.
“She says she’s busy and is going to be late.” Fives stared at your message on his datapad anxiously.
“So?” Hardcase absently answered as he laid in his bunk.
“What if she’s on a date?” Fives began to pace, mindlessly tapping the datapad against his thigh as he stroked his goatee.
“Which brings us back to…so? I thought you two were just friends.” Hardcase sat up, narrowing his eyes at his brother. He’d had suspicions that there was more there than Fives had wanted to admit.
“We…are. But any guy she’s with needs to meet my standards. I need to know she’s safe. Physically and emotionally.” Fives rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned against the parasteel wall of the barracks.
“Sure, brother. Whatever you have to tell yourself. So you’re going to follow her?” Hardcase cocked his eyebrow with a knowing grin.
“Yep,” Fives tossed the datapad down on his bunk and walked toward the door.
“Good luck. See you tonight at 79s!” Fives threw a hand up in a lazy wave as Hardcase called to him. However Hardcase had a feeling he wouldn’t be seeing his brother again until morning.
Fives followed you from your apartment to the dance studio. He sighed in relief when he realized it wasn’t a date and then was overwhelmed with curiosity at your new hobby you’d kept hidden from him. He briefly considered waiting for you at your apartment but he was brimming with a need to see what you were doing. He followed a small group of spectators in, and immediately scanned the room for you. His keen eyes spotted you, front and center of the small group of dancers that were already performing.
He swelled with pride watching the way you owned the room with smooth and graceful steps and the incredibly sexy gyration of your hips (maker your ass looked good in those heels and booty shorts.) His eyes were drawn to your lips that were silently mouthing the words of the (admittedly somewhat suggestive song) you were dancing to. If only he could kiss you right then and there. He couldn’t help but think how glad he was he wasn’t watching you on a date and how desperately he wished you were his.
As the class wrapped up you heard the giddy twitters of your fellow dancers. You turned to see what the commotion was about and flushed deeply seeing him watching you from across the room. His forearm rested against the wall and he leaned into it. His legs were slightly crossed, the toe of his right boot resting on the dorsum of his left. His helmet may have been on still but you could feel his gaze on you, completely ignoring the gaggle of giggling girls that had surrounded him. You gave a shy wave and made your way over, bag slung over your shoulder.
“Hey…what are you doing here?” You whispered as you tugged your hair back into a ponytail.
“Watching you. Can’t believe you were holding out on me! Let’s get out of here,” through the modulation of his voice you could hear the lilt of joy you’d missed so much while he’d been gone. He plucked the bag from your hand and escorted you out the door, hand ghosting the small of your back sending your heart racing as you began the walk back to your apartment.
“Why didn’t you tell me you’d taken up dance, mesh’la?”
“You always make fun of Hardcase’s dancing and I thought…”
“What? I make fun of Case because he can’t dance. He looks like an injured tauntaun. I wouldn’t make fun of you. You’re… graceful and lovely when you dance. I could watch you all day.” The earnest sincerity of his compliment sent your heart into a tailspin. You were certain that had he not been wearing that bucket you would have kissed him right then and there.
You paused, “But how did you find me? And why? You could have just waited for me at 79s.”
He removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm, “I’m an ARC trooper, babe. Reconnaissance is my specialty,” he winked at you. Your mouth pressed into a hard line as your eyes narrowed.
His bravado dropped as his shoulders turned in and he meekly continued. “Fine, You were so vague in your message and…well if you were on a date I wanted to make sure he wasn’t a sleemo. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
You blinked, stunned speechless.
Fives clenched his jaw before a look of determination broke through, “Don’t you ever wonder why I always stay with you when we’re at 79s?”
You shrugged and kicked a pebble as you walked.
“Because I want to. I want to stay with you, not go home with some girl whose name I’ll forget by the time I sneak out of her apartment. I’d pick you a hundred, a thousand, no…a million times. No hesitation. I’d take on the entire CIS, GAR, and the chancellor himself just to keep you safe.”
“Oh. Well…what…what if….” You stared at your feet and picked at your nails.
“Yes, cyare?” His soft baritone offered comfort and safety.
“What if I want that? I want you?” You could barely squeak out the words, terrified you’d read the entire exchange wrong.
His nose crinkled briefly as he processed your statement, “You want…really? Me?”
His eyes lit up as you nodded your affirmation. He dropped your bag and closed the gap between you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, hooking them under your bum and lifted you into a spin as his helmet clattered to the permacrete.
“Fives!” You yelped with giddy surprise, “what are you doing?”
“I saw it in a holofilm once and I wanted to try it,” a blush rose to his cheeks as he started to lower you back to the ground.
“No! Don’t put me down yet! I like it!” You pressed your forehead to his, unable to contain your beaming grin.
The remainder of your walk back to your apartment was filled with giggles, gentle touches, and joy radiating from both of you so brightly it put the twin suns of Tatooine to shame.
“So I will get cleaned up and we can head to 79s, yeah?” You twittered as you punched in the code for your door. The door hissed open but before you could walk inside, Fives’ fingers circled your wrist and yanked you back toward him.
“Fives!” You shrieked as he swept you into his arms again, “I’m sweaty and gross! I need a shower!”
He grasped the back of your neck and pulled you in for the first kiss he needed more than air.
“Mmph..not gross,” he mumbled, his lips pressed to yours. “…mph…sexy,” he continued with sloppy enthusiasm. “…beautiful…ethereal…delicious…resplendent..a divine goddess I will worship for the rest of my life…” Every praise filled adjective was punctuated with those frantic and sloppy kisses to emphasize his earnestness. “If you insist though, I’m joining you. At this point I don’t think I can stand being apart from you, mesh’la.”
His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to access your soft neck. The two of you clumsily fumbled through your door, pulling armor and clothing off haphazardly as you refused to pull apart from the kisses you’d both only dreamt of before that moment.
The mess of lips and limbs stumbled into the ‘fresher. You blindly fumbled for the tap as Fives’ hand at the back of your head kept your lips pressed to his own. You sighed into him as his warm soft lips parted, his tongue seeking entrance to entangle itself with yours. He pressed you against the shower wall as the water hissed to life, his lips never staying in one place for long. Your sighs touched his ears like a melody, your body the instrument and his kisses the method of playing it. He reveled in the sanctity of your skin on his and even still you both shared a ravenous need to be closer.
“Turn around,” he whispered into your lips as he reached for the shampoo over your shoulder.
His strong deft fingers began massaging your scalp. Kisses were interspersed along your neck and shoulders as his hands weaved an intimate and soothing rhythm through your locks. You tilted your head back, chasing the sensation of his fingers moving through your hair, a sensual sigh escaping your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple as one hand continued massaging and the other trailed down your throat and along your collarbone. His fingers traipsed lazily along your skin, slowly working your floral body gel into a lather, caressing, tickling, teasing. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples. His teeth grazed your neck before he sucked his mark into your shoulder. Your melodious sounds stoked his own flame of arousal to a raging wildfire, his own groans a harmony in the song of your love. Your nails dragged along his thighs needily as you pressed ever closer to him. Wordlessly he turned you to face him again, running soapy hands along every soft curve of your body with devotion.
You followed his lead, massaging shampoo into his scalp until suds ran down his neck. You paused to press open mouthed kisses to his pecs, circling your tongue around each of his nipples. He growled in response, grasping at your waist as his head lolled back in electric pleasure. Your fingers traced the v-line leading down to his erect penis. You grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before dropping to your knees and taking his tip in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw allowing him to reach the back of your throat. His velvety skin alone was delicious and you ached to taste his release. You slowly dragged your mouth along his length, your tongue flicking and pressing until you reached the tip. You swirled your tongue around it, your pussy clenched as you tasted the precum he leaked. You sank your mouth to the base once more and he bucked his hips moaning your name. You dug your fingers into the firm cheeks of his ass, encouraging him to fuck your mouth. Drool poured down your chin as he grasped your hair, thrusting wildly as he chased the pleasure your mouth provided. Your fingers tightened their grip as his thrusts became erratic, his release eminent. He braced himself against the shower wall as he created the peak. You swallowed everything he had to give. He pulled you back to your feet for another kiss, moaning as he tasted himself on your tongue.
As the warm water rained down from the shower head rinsing the last of the soap away, Fives’ eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze lustful and admiring at once. His fingers were velvety, memorizing every curve he’d only once admired from afar. He turned you to face away from him, trailing kisses from behind your ear down to your shoulder. His arms wrapped protectively around you. His touch was reverent and worshipful and his kisses had slowed to a purposeful momentum. Through it he revealed the burning desire he’d suppressed until this moment. His hands slowly investigated your body more while his lips danced about your shoulders and neck. His pace was almost agonizingly slow as his hands returned to your breasts, brushing his thumb across your nipple.
The wanton moan that escaped your lips made him chuckle, “Do you know how long I have dreamt of this? You’re even more exquisite than any fantasy I have ever imagined.”
You reached back and ran your hand across his cheek. He leaned into you, kissing your palm, not stopping until you moved your hand to grasp the back of his neck. The hand that had rested on your thigh hand made its way between your legs. His caress was no more than a tease, a delicate stroke back and forth that stoked the fire within you even more than you’d thought possible.
“F-Fives…I” you gasped as his featherlight ministrations continued while his other hand’s teasing of your nipple remained steady and relentless.
“Patience, mesh’la. Let’s move to your bed.”
Fives wrapped you in a towel and carried you to your bed, laying you down as if you were made of glass. He immediately caged you in, his symphony of kisses whispering secret wordless promises. He pressed his leg against your aching core, groaning as he felt how wet you were for him.
He began pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down your neck. He journeyed along your clavicle, down your sternum to your breasts and then he paused, circling his tongue around your nipple pulling a gasp and then a filthy moan from you. Meanwhile his deft fingers drew wispy concentric circles around your other nipple.
“Fives, oh maker… that’s…you’re so good at that,” you whined barely coherent as he wound you up like a wind up toy.
He purred, catching your eye, his own amber eyes filled with lust and adoration.“Let’s see what else I’m good at.”
He maintained his pace, slow and deliberate as he moved his kisses down to your stomach. He wanted to taste every part of you. He ran a hand up between your breasts and across your collarbone, holding you down as he first ran his tongue and then his goatee over your ticklish hipbone. He made his way to your sensitive core, running his goatee lightly and slowly down your folds. He placed a hand on each thigh, holding your legs open as he licked a single strip along your sex.
“Oh stars, Fives!” You gasped, bucking your hips in pursuit of his tongue.
His remaining fiber of self control snapped. His hands gripped your hips, greedily pulling you closer to him. He pressed his tongue deep inside your pussy swirling and thrusting with a vigor that had you nearly screaming his name. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he heard the depraved sounds having his face pressed to your sex drew from you. His fingers returned to your thighs, holding your legs open so he didn’t miss a thing. You dug your fingers into your bed sheets as you panted his name like a prayer. He hummed savoring how you tasted. He’d imagined this moment countless times when alone in his bunk late at night but it didn’t hold a candle to the reality of the taste of your slick on his tongue.
“So good, mesh’la. You taste so good. Such a good girl letting me devour you.”
He gently inserted a finger inside you as he moved his tongue to your clit. He wrote his CT number, one five at a time, over and over again while his finger tenderly toyed with that perfect spot inside of you, first a stroke and then a swirl. That was when the coil he’d been winding up all evening snapped. You saw white as waves of pleasure washed over you. He only pulled back when he was certain you’d been fully satisfied. He trailed light kisses all the way up your body back to your ear.
“Lay down. It’s your turn,” you purred, looking up at him through fluttering lashes.
You nuzzled your nose into the junction where his neck met his shoulder, breathing soft words of praise he could barely hear. You took his earlobe in your teeth, grazing lightly, repeatedly encouraged by the groans resonating from his chest. You sat up taking a moment to admire his beautiful tan skin, playful eyes and the most genuine smile you’d ever known.
As your legs straddled his waist, he ran his hands softly along your curves, “Cyare. So beautiful. Mine.”
He leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek. You began to rub your dripping wet pussy against his taught length. He whined and bucked his hips chasing your warmth. As the gyration of your hips continued teasing him, you pressed your chest to his. You dragged your nails across his scalp as your teeth made marks along his collarbone.
“Please, mesh’la. Need to be inside you,” he whimpered against your ministrations.
“Sir, yes sir,” you purred as you sheathed his throbbing cock within you, slowly moving down his shaft feeling every glorious vein as your walls pulsed around him. You traced the ‘five’ tattooed on his temple as you began to rock your hips. His groans were celestial and urged you on. His hands traveled to your hips and then to your ass where he squeezed firmly as you rode him slowly gliding up and down on his cock.
You ran your hands along his firm pectorals, tracing his nipples. Gradually you began to roll them between your thumbs and forefingers. He groaned, bucking his hips harder into you. You shifted your hips and leaned back slightly moaning as the new angle allowed you to reach that spot deep inside you once again, this time with his rock hard cock. His grip on your hips was bruising and you shuddered as you felt yourself approaching your own climax once again. He reached a hand up to tease your nipple once more. It was electric, pushing you closer to the edge. You threw your head back in response to the intoxicating sensation.
“Come with me Fives, can you do that for me?” You sounded desperate, and you certainly felt it.
“Kriff yes I can, cyare,” his thrusts into you were erratic as you both chased your second release.
“Inside me, Fives. I need you to fill me up.”
“Oh baby, I love you,” he gasped as you both crested the peak together riding out your synchronous waves of pleasure until you were both spent and nearly overstimulated.
You collapsed onto his chest, out of breath. He ran his fingers through your hair as he softly rubbed your back and delicately placed light kisses along your forehead. Even as you felt him softening inside of you, you weren’t ready to move and lose the feeling of wholeness and connection you felt to him.
You nuzzled your cheek into his chest, “Did you…did you mean it?”
“Did I mean what?” He asked drowsily.
“You said you love me. Did you mean it or was it just…”
“Yes, mesh’la. Of course I mean it. I am out of my mind in love with you, have been for some time. But, you don’t have to say-”
“I love you too.”
He pressed a firm chaste kiss to your lips.
“Did you still want to hit 79s tonight?” You asked as you pulled back.
“Kriff that. This is way better than that dive,” he chuckled, his amber eyes sparkling in the dim light of your room.
Unfortunately, the beeping of his comlink beckoned him. He grumbled as he shifted beneath you, both of you cursing the emptiness you were left with when you finally rolled off him. He moved to the edge of your bed, awash in the glow of the ambient light. You crawled to him, unwilling to keep your hands off of him for any extended period of time. You pressed yourself to his back, wrapping your arms around his neck while kissing his temple as he answered the comlink.
“This is Fives.”
“Fiiiiivesss! Brother! Where the kriff are you?” A very inebriated voice crackled through the comm.
“Jesse! I told you he isn’t gonna come! Well…he probably came. But not here!” A second voice broke through the background accompanied by a cacophony of laughter and music.
“Tell Hardcase I heard that and we will have words about it tomorrow,” Fives reprimanded while giving you an apologetic smile. “And there’s been a change in plans for me. I won’t be there tonight. I’ll see you back on base tomorrow.”
You heard a few annoyed grumbles and a couple of congratulatory cheers before Fives closed the link.
“You sure you don’t want to meet up with them?” you nudged, an impish twinkle in your eyes.
Fives laughed and shook his head, “No.They’ll live. Here. Alone with you. That’s where I want to be. It’s where I’ve wanted to be for a long time. I’m not wasting it now.”
You squealed with delight as he grabbed you and swung you into his lap.
“Besides, cyar’ika. I was hoping you could perform that dance you were doing earlier today for me. Only for me.” His eyes were dark with desire as his hold on your waist tightened.
“I think I can do that. Should I wear the heels I had on too?” You crooned.
He threw his head back with a huge grin, “Oh maker yes please. But…only the heels. I want to see every inch of you, and then I’m going to make you scream my name again.” He leaned in to kiss your neck, “and again.” And then another kiss, this time to your temple, “and again. Everyone in this building is going to know my name tomorrow morning.” You melted under his touch, desperate to feel him inside you once more.
“Keep that up and I won’t get around to that dance,” you teased through a lascivious sigh.
He growled, “In that case…” he helped you to your feet and gave you a light swat to your behind. “You get those shoes, beautiful and I’ll start the song.”
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Bad Habits
Summary: You can try to break your bad habits all you want but somehow you always end up here, with Fives.
Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, This is pretty much just pure smut (PiV, oral, face-fucking, fingering), Soft dom!Fives, Dom/Sub dynamics, Mention of safeword, Language, Drinking/Alcohol use, Toxic dynamics/Controlling behavior, Fluff ending, Brief appearence by Crosshair
Word Count: 5000
A/N: “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran has lodged itself in my brain and it won’t leave. So, like Fives, I’ve decided to make my problems into everyone else’s problems.
Almost no actual song references. Just a smutty lil piece about being addicted to another human. Also, I h/c that Fives likes control. It helps him push back against the fear and the feeling that the rest of the galaxy views him as just a number. Likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are always so appreciated!
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My bad habits lead to you...
It’s late and you’re buzzing. You’ve had a few drinks, sure, but it’s not just the alcohol. It’s a combination of everything that has your heart racing and a feeling of possibility tingling just beneath the surface of your skin. There’s the neon lights, the thud of the bass, the din of the crowd gathered at 79’s tonight, and, most intriguing of all, the company of the handsome, mysterious man who has just settled into the bar-seat next to you.
“Crosshair.”
The striking man smirks at you as he throws back a shot of sticky, brown liquor. You watch as he swallows it without flinching. His eyes quickly flick back to you, returning your hungry look as they drift over your figure. You’re leaning against the bar and wrapped in a low-cut black dress with a hem that sits just below the swell of your rear. You look fantastic and you know it.
“Nice to meet you, Crosshair.” You tilt your body towards him, arching your back just a little as you say his name. His attention falls to your cleavage, as you intend.
“The pleasure is mine,” He assures you.
His silky voice licks at your ear and you wonder what else that tongue can do. Crosshair’s eyes travel back up to meet yours and they’re nothing but deadly. This man wants to eat you alive and you just might let him.
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
You internally groan at the voice over your shoulder. Even in a sea of clones, you know who it is without turning around.
“Yes, Fives?” You lock eyes with Crosshair’s deep brown ones, hoping that maybe Fives will take a hint and fuck off.
“The Captain is lookin’ for you.”
“Rex is looking for me? Right now?” The disbelief in your voice is palpable.
“Yep. Says it’s urgent.”
You know he’s lying. You know it. Even as the civilian medic for the 501st, there’s no convincible reason that Rex could need you right now. Not to mention that, when you left the Torrent Company’s table to strike out on your own with the explicit purpose of talking to anyone but Fives, Rex had his face buried in the tits of that beautiful bounty hunter he’s seeing. So, all of that to say that you know for a fact that Rex isn’t looking for you. You know that what you should do is tell Fives to go to hell and bother someone else. But you can’t resist the bait. You never can.
You turn to Fives. He sees his moment and captures it. He clasps your upper arm in a gloved grip before he tugs at you and leads you towards the door. You don’t even have time to say a word to your new friend. You throw an apologetic look over your shoulder at Crosshair, hoping it’s sorry enough that he might wait for you to shake off this pest of an ARC trooper and come back to the bar. His glare at your companion is murderous and you have no doubt that, if Crosshair had a weapon, Fives would be a dead man.
With his typical disregard for danger, Fives doesn’t even glance back as he leads you out of the club. He takes you just around the corner to the alleyway. Using his wide, armor-clad form, he backs you into the durasteel wall and cages you there. He presses his gloves against the building, one hand on either side of your head. He stares at you like he has something to say but, even as you wait a beat, no words come. You’re impatient. The night is cool and the durasteel that you’re leaning against is icy on your spine. Your thoughts are still with the attractive man at the bar. This isn’t a game you want to play tonight.
“Funny I don’t see Rex around here.” You cross your arms, trying your best to appear stern. “What do you want, Fives?”
Either he doesn’t hear you or he ignores the question. He’s frowning over your shoulder like he’s suddenly unable to meet your eyes.
“Him? Really?”
He’s pouting, you realize. You hate to admit it but it’s a cute look on him. You and Fives do this dance every time you’re planetside. You’ve been regularly sleeping together for a few months now. The first time was an accident. The two of you had ended up closing down the bar together and, as the poor, besieged bartender kicked you both out into the slowly brightening dawn, you launched yourselves together and practically tore each other apart in this very alleyway. Now, your nights out all ended the same way, entangled in Fives as you both heaved heavy, blissed out breaths. Recently, you realized you were falling for the man and that wouldn’t do. So you started to look elsewhere, desperate to break your bad habit before it broke you.
Still, you always ended up here.
“What’s wrong with my new friend, Crosshair?” You say, the taunt in your voice intentional.
Even though he’s still not looking at you, you feel yourself leaning into his wide frame already. Hells, it’s like he’s magnetized.
“Dunno,” Fives shrugs, finally dropping his stare back down to meet yours. Your breath hitches as his amber eyes lock onto you. “I guess nothing if scrawny and sulking is your type.”
You scoff, his wild assessment of Crosshair giving you reprieve from his spell.
“I don’t see any better offers.” You raise an eyebrow at Fives.
“I’ve got one.” His hands fall to your low waist. He tugs, pulling himself closer to you as he tilts your lower half up into him. “You look beautiful tonight, ya know?”
“We can’t keep doing this, Fives.” You sigh but, the more he speaks, the more you find yourself entranced by his full lips. The sudden increase in closeness sends ripples of electricity pulsing through your body, betraying you in its anticipation.
“That’s not a no…” His response is cheeky and hopeful. He grips your hip a little tighter, making small circles in the fabric of your dress with his thumb.
“I…”
Every time, you swear it’s the last. You tell yourself you’ll go home with someone new. You think maybe you’ll meet someone who will take you to dinner and ask you out in the light of day. But, despite your best efforts, somehow your nights always go like this, staring up at Fives and finding yourself pulled in once again.
He can see it too. Fives is an exceptional recon scout and he knows how to read you like a holomap. He always has. It’s part of what makes this so addictive. What makes him so addictive.
“Let me take care of you, mesh’la.” He leans in closer.
“Fives,” you whisper as his lips ghost over yours.
You try to think of another reason to protest but your mind is empty and your throat has gone dry. Suddenly, old habits feel easy and you can’t remember why you wanted to break them to begin with. You can see how his breath hitches in his throat. He’s waiting for permission. He’s waiting on you.
Your permission comes in the form of a slight lunge forward into his lips as you give in to your desire. As soon as you make your decision, he meets you there. Your arms wrap their way around his neck and one hand gently tugs at his close-cropped curls. His teeth nip at your lower lip, begging entrance. You surrender to him, like you always do. You’re already breathless as his tongue intertwines with yours. Your dress rides up as Fives presses himself against you, his knee finding its way between your legs. The pressure against your most sensitive area makes you grind into him before you even realize what you’re doing. His mouth travels down your neck, leaving wet, hot marks along your sensitive skin. Fives finds your ear, heavy breath bating against you as he whispers.
“I’m going to make you feel so much better than he ever could. I promise.”
You moan. You know it’s true. That’s how you always end up here.
A few more hushed words and hurried kisses later, you and Fives do that intertwined, stumbling dance back to your place. It’s one that you choreographed together and then performed time and time again. He knows the code to your apartment, which he types in with one hand while the other is wrapped all the way around your back, weaving through the openings in your dress so that the tips of his fingers are brushing against the sensitive skin under your breast.
As you tumble forward through your apartment and into your bedroom, the mood switches. He pulls himself off of you. Fives circles, shutting the blast door behind you both and closing out the world. It’s only the two of you now. Though you feel empty without his warm skin pressed to yours, you don’t follow after him. Instead, you stand still, knowing what comes next. He sits himself at the edge of the foot of the bed, elbows resting on his knees. His glinting eyes meet yours.
“Safeword?” He checks in like he always does.
“Tatooine.” You respond without hesitation.
“Good girl.” Fives bits his lower lip as he leans back onto his palms. “Undress for me.”
You reach for the zipper along the side of the dress. You clasp the cool metal of the pull tab between your fingertips and peel the teeth apart one by one. The fabric falls off of your form, caressing your skin before it piles on the floor around your ankles. Fives is a man under a spell. His jaw hangs just a bit as he watches. Then, suddenly, it snaps shut. He’s realized something.
“No underwear? In that dress?” His voice is torn between a groan and a whine. “Fuck mesh’la. You’re trying to kill me.”
“It wasn’t for you.”
It’s true. The panty lines were ruining the look of the dress so you had decided to take the risk and forego them for the night. Although it was for the sake of the outfit, you say it just like that to bait him. A flash of anger crosses his face.
“I should have taken you right at the bar.” Fives snaps. “Show that sniper exactly who you belong to.”
It’s your turn to bite your lip, the thought sending a shudder of pleasure down your spine.
“Oh you like that, don’t you?” He knows what desire looks like on you.
“Yes,” you admit. The idea of Fives taking you anywhere he wants has you panting before him and you feel your cunt clench at the pooling emptiness, hungry and ready for attention.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He’s grinning at you. “Touch yourself. Play with your nipples.”
You bring a hand up to your breast and his smile fades in an instant. He watches under hooded eyelids as you begin to roll and tweak one nipple and then the other. Desire roils your blood and you let out a small moan at your own teasing. His jaw is taut as he watches you.
“Who are you thinking about?” Fives’ tone is back to being calm and even. Only the low rumble behind his voice lets you know how close he is to shattering this facade.
“You, sir.” It’s true. You can’t wait for him to get his hands on you.
“That’s right, mesh’la. Come ‘ere.”
You make your way to him, doing your best not to rush. He spreads his legs so you can stand in between his muscular thighs.
“Take my armor off.”
Fives reaches up, dragging his gloved fingertips across your bare skin until he reaches your shoulders. He flattens his palms against you and gently applies pressure. Under his restrained touch, you sink to your knees between his legs before you begin to reach for his armor. You know the latches by heart. Piece by piece, you strip him and carefully pile the armor beside you on the floor. This isn’t hurried. You treasure this armor. It keeps him safe and brings him back to you, even if this is all you can get of him. You push the thought away, trying to focus on the toned, handsome man being revealed before you. It works. As you remove his codpiece, his hard length appears as a tent in his bodysuit. Your mouth waters and you swallow at the sight. You reach to stroke him through the fabric.
“No, no.” Fives captures your wrist, quickly twisting your joint so he can pin your hand to the bedsheets. The motion catches you by surprise but it doesn’t hurt. “Did I say you could touch me yet?”
You whine. Now that you’ve seen a teasing promise of his cock, the steady, diligent worker you were moments ago has disappeared. You want to feel him and this is taking entirely too long. Desire courses through you, sending sparks to your core. You need heat, you need friction, you need Fives. He can see the defiance flailing in your eyes as you get ready to object to his pace. Keeping your wrist pinned, Fives lifts his free hand to your face. He runs a single knuckle along your jaw.
“Patience, cyar’ika. Keep working on my armor.” Fives orders before he releases your hand.
You still want to protest but you don’t dare. The brattier you are, the longer it will be before you get what you need. So you turn dutifully back to your job. Fives looms over you as you peel off his shin plates. You can see him from the corner of your eye, watching you like a sparring partner. His expression is dark and his eyes have bloomed black in the center. He raises a hand to your breasts. They are swinging heavy from your chest as you work. One finger traces along your areola, making the skin pearl as he draws small circles in your sensitive skin. He mirrors your movements from earlier, tweaking and twisting at your nipple. Each touch sends more flutters of heat to flood your core. Your fingers start to tremble and you begin to fumble at latches that you could undo blindfolded. He turns his attention to your other breast, pinching that nipple just a bit harder, searching for the line where pain and pleasure blur. You gasp at his ministrations, keening into him, and Fives smiles a knowing smile, one that says he found what he was looking for.
Despite the distractions, you finish stripping the armor from his legs and then turn your attention to his shirt and his gloves, leaving him in only his lower body glove. You start to reach for the waist but your eyes meet his and he gives you a stern look. You drop your hands to your knees and you wait, never taking your eyes off of his. Fives’ eyes are dancing slivers of amber surrounding inky black orbs. No matter how far you get into the scene, they never lose their mirth. You see desire burning in them as well. He’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you. Finally, Fives cracks and pulls himself from the fabric, revealing his long, thick member. He strokes himself, pressing his fingertips along the rigid vein that runs under his shaft, as he stares down at you. He teases the swollen head and smears the bead of precum that has formed on the end. You lick your lips as you watch him. He cracks a smile at that.
“You want to touch me?”
“Yes, sir.” You nod, your eyes locked on his hard cock.
“Good girl.” Fives rasps. “Go ahead.”
He leans back again. It’s your turn to take the lead and you're going to savor every moment of it. You start at his neck, dragging your fingertips downward. You run your nails across his skin, trailing them across his stomach with just enough pressure to leave the lightest of darkened lines. There will be plenty of time to leave lasting marks later. This is just to tease him. You may be subordinate in the scene but you know you still have the power to turn him to putty.
Finally, you reach his groin. As you trail your hands along his inner thighs, you lower your open mouth to his cock. You feel him tense as you place his weeping tip on your tongue. You savor the salty, slightly tangy taste as you start tracing careful circles around his tip, teasing him. He gasps and you savor that too. He runs his fingers along your hair, wrapping his grip in your locks. You lick a long line on the underside of his member, drawing along the vein. He shudders as you finally take him fully in your mouth. You jerk on his cock as you suck, one hand twisting at his base while you hollow out your cheeks and your tongue glides around his shaft.
“My good girl.” He repeats, his voice rumbling now. His grip on your hair becomes tight.
You relax your jaw and take him further, gagging yourself just a bit so you can swallow him. Your fingers dance their way to his balls, scraping across his sensitive skin. You pull more moans from him while you squeeze and tug his heavy sacs. Without warning, he pulls his cock from your mouth.
“I’m going to fuck your face.“ He says and it’s not a request. He’s leaning down to lock eyes with you now. “What’s our signal if it’s too much?”
You place your hands on his legs before you tap three times on his left thigh with two fingers.
“And if you’re okay?”
You take two fingers and tap twice on his right thigh. Fives smiles at you, proud and hungry, before his look goes dark.
“Open up.” He takes two fingers and taps on your cheek, an unspoken reminder of his check-in signal.
His cock slides back into your mouth. There’s a moment where the world is still and then that stillness is shattered. He thrusts into you without mercy, groaning and sighing. You relax your jaw as best you can but his pace is unrelenting. Tears start to form in your eyes. His other hand wraps around your neck as he pumps himself into your mouth. The pressure is gentle, just enough so he can feel his cock expanding your throat. He removes his hand for a second to tap twice on your cheek. You tap twice on his right thigh. He trusts you and so he returns his hand to your throat as he begins thrusting harder. His cock sinks deeper into your throat, blocking your airway and pulling choking sounds from your stunted breaths. The tears are spilling from your eyes now and spit dribbles down your chin. His rapid grunts let you know he’s close. You’re ready for him, begging him to spill down your throat, needing him to become undone.
Instead, he stops his thrusting, tugging you off of him. His chest is heaving as he lifts you to your feet. Without warning, his hand is between your legs. Fives gathers up the slick that has dripped down your thigh with his fingers before he runs a single fingertip along your slit. He thrusts the one finger inside you. You let out a small gasp at the unexpected and almost unbearably pleasant intrusion. You twist on his single finger, needing more. He’s ready to give it.
“My turn.” He pulls his hand from between your legs and brings it to your lips.
You open your mouth and clean his fingers, the taste of both of you mixing on your tongue. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and kisses you hard before his next order.
“On the bed. Hands and knees.”
You follow his directions, presenting for him. You hear him groan and mutter under his breath at the view. Your heart races in anticipation.
Smack-smack.
He lays a hand on one cheek and then the other. He repeats it until your soft skin is darkened and you are thrusting your hips back at him, aching for him to touch your center.
Finally, you feel his hot breath glazing over your skin. You sigh and he hums happily in response, dropping his mask in the moment of excitement. His tongue meets your lower lips, dancing in long lines against your opening. He gently traces your cunt, pulling sighs from you. Teasing you. He continues his slow and steady path, alternating gentle, pointed licks with lavish sucking, first on one lip and then the other. You whimper. Still, he takes his time, savoring your taste as if your desperation makes it even sweeter. The word he’s waiting for finally slips from your mouth.
“Please.”
“Please, what princess?” You can hear the smirk that you know he’s wearing.
“Please, sir. I need more.” You whine.
Fives chuckles.
“How can I say no to you?”
He flattens his tongue against your slit and begins to lick in a frenzy, sending heat curling up your spine. His tongue travels from your clit to your frenulum and then back again, his facial hair an added sensation as it prickles your skin. He delves into your cunt. His tongue pressing against your inner walls. Your chest falls to the bed, pushing your hips back against him as you keen at his overwhelming attention. He pulls another moan from you, though it’s half-stifled by the sheets you’ve buried your face in. Two fingers find your clit as he begins to thrust his tongue into you. He’s already got you writhing with his teasing and, before long, he works you right to the edge. Without hesitation, he sends you toppling over it, shaking and crying out.
You clamp down as you cum, thrusting back into him. He meets you hungrily, drinking up everything you give him. Your hips slump as you come down. He feels you start to relax. You move away from him just slightly, creating the smallest bit of space between the two of you.
“No,” Fives orders and reaches a hand up to your stomach, holding you in place and pulling you back into him again with his firm grip. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He flips you on to your back, angling himself above you, and pushing your legs up into your stomach. With a devious wink, Fives dives right back into your cunt. You cry out, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You writhe under his relentlessness but he holds you tight. His tongue finds your swollen mound as a single finger enters you. His fiery eyes are locked on yours now as he thrusts it in and out of you. You’re whimpering from the relief of finally having him inside you. He adds another finger, working you up again. He sucks your clit into his mouth, teasing it slowly and steadily. It’s a sharp contrast from the force with which he stretches you with his hand but he knows you. He knows how to work you up without overstimulation. And he also knows you can take more. He adds a third finger. The stretch is almost painful, especially in your state, but Fives fucks you through it, opening you and curving his fingers so they find that spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back. Your world goes white as he pulls another orgasm from you.
He lets you relax this time. Your limbs fall numb to the mattress like they belong to someone else. He climbs off of the bed so he can strip his lower half. You watch him through foggy eyes, admiring his broad, handsome form in your moment of bliss. He climbs back into bed next to you, laying into your side. His touch is gentle as he brings a palm to your cheek. The curtain falls for a moment and you glimpse Fives, the man you’re falling for. The sweet desire in his eyes is unlike the joking impish glint that usually lives there. You know that most don’t get to see it and you feel lucky to have a glimpse, even for a second. It’s addicting, these moments.
“You ready?” He asks, checking in with you again, as he draws his thumb across your lower lip. You can tell that, beneath the practiced patience, he’s teetering on that precipice of passion.
You nod, sucking his thumb into your mouth, wanting to throw him over that edge.
“My good girl.” He growls. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
And he does. He guides you back to your hands and knees. His member slots against your entrance as you brace yourself on your forearms. In the next moment, he sinks to the hilt, his cock reaching your deepest center. You keen back into him with a moan that borders on a cry. He pulls back before he sinks in again. Repeating the motion, he thrusts into you over and over, his cock dragging along your walls as his balls bounced off the back of your thighs. He’s grunting as he thrusts, muttering more to himself than you.
“Fuck yeah, mesh’la. You feel like fucking heaven. Osik, this is my pussy. Mine.”
Fives wraps an arm around your front, pulling you up to his chest so he can thrust up into you. His cock reaches new depths. His other hand snakes down to your center, where he starts to draw circles around your clit. You’re babbling as he rolls his hips home again and again. The angle of his hips and the friction on your most sensitive area sends you over the edge for a third time. It shocks the both of you. He slows his hips as you clamp down again.
As you come down from your high, Fives pulls from you. You should be tired but you want more. You’ll always want more of him. You whine at the emptiness. His lips meet your neck in a small gesture or reassurance. He brings you back down to the bed, twisting you onto your back. He settles his weight onto his left forearm, which lays next to your head and cages you with his chest. His right hand reaches down and clasps your knee, pulling it up to his hip so he can still reach the depths of you.
You both moan in unison as he slides home again. His hips send waves of pleasure into you as he starts thrusting again. His lips find yours as he hungrily kisses you. His head then falls to your neck. He’s leaving marks now and you know you should yell at him before he leaves one you can’t hide with your jumpsuit but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want to be his, bad habit or not.
“Give me one more.” Fives is beginning to stutter his hips. His words come through gritted teeth as he holds himself back, demanding one more peak from you before he lets himself tumble over the edge. “Cum for me, my good girl.”
Your whines become high pitched sobs. Your head is still spinning from the other orgasms but somehow, he reaches down between your bodies to find your swollen clit. With rapid circles, he coaxes come more out of you. Your walls convulse around him as you scream out his name. Fives thrusts for a final time, finishing deep within you.
You both collapse on the bed, his weight falling onto yours. After a beat, he quickly rolls off of you, pulling his softening cock from you and guiding you around so that he can hold you, face to face and pressed to his chest. There’s a moment where your heart flutters and you think about pushing away but you’re too exhausted to protest. Instead, you tuck your nose into his neck and let him stroke your hair until both of your breathing slows.
When it finally does, Fives slips from the bed for a moment. You hear the sink run in your fresher. When he comes back, Fives has a damp towel with him. He sponges your lower half as he lays gentle kisses on your skin. You’re sore in the best way, wriggling just a little under his touch. You’ll definitely feel him tomorrow. Tomorrow. The thought makes you frown. That’s why you didn’t want to do this. So you wouldn’t have to miss him tomorrow. That’s why this is a bad habit that you need to break. Nausea sets in.
Fives, unaware of the struggle waging inside you, tosses the used towel to the side before he climbs back into bed. He pulls your sheet around you both. He wraps his arms around you and molds himself to your form. His heat, which you craved so desperately only minutes ago, suddenly feels suffocating.
“Should you be going?” You pull yourself away from him. No need to get comfortable in arms you can’t stay in.
Fives isn’t having any of it though. He gathers you back into his chest.
“No drills in the morning. Rex canceled everything until the afternoon.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he presses his lips to your skin. Then, he pauses for a moment before he adds, “Let’s go get breakfast at Dex’s.”
“Sure,” You snort.
“I mean it, cyar’ika.” He separates from you just enough for you to be able to see his face. You peer at his features, expecting to see some of his spritely humor. You expect to find the punchline. Instead, he wears only an earnest smile. “Let me take you out.”
“You’re serious?” You’re still skeptical but you feel yourself melting into him.
“Aren’t I always?” He winks before he plants a kiss on your forehead.
As you fall asleep in Fives’ arms, you’re smiling. You never could kick your bad habits but maybe they were leading you to where you were supposed to be.
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❝𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠❞
anakin skywalker x fem!oc
2nd person pov version: link
summary: seeing her cozied up with general skywalker caused the clones to talk about what they’d do to her if she were theirs. anakin stands by and listens, smug that he’s allowed to do anything he wants to her, and his battalion can only fantasize about it.
MINORS DNI 18+
character(s): tcw!anakin skywalker, anatares (oc)
pov: 3rd person
word count: 4k
notes:
there are two versions of this fic! one in 2nd pov and this one in 3rd. i wrote both cos i know ppl have preferences
i do not condone the behavior shown by the characters i wrote, this is purely a fictional writing about something that is morally wrong in irl but hot for my own self indulgent purposes, do not allow real ppl to treat you this way without ur consent lmao. also i had to make up clone names bcos i didn’t want to use any existing clone names and risk mischaracterization
specifically written for the clone wars' characterization of anakin.
warnings: please read
dead dove do not eat, established fwb relationship, lowkey clone slander, clones speaking about a woman sexually that theyre not involved with sexually, lowkey unedited, anakin skywalker having a filthy mouth with his clones, dirty foul mouthed vile delicious “locker room talk” towards love interest, clones bet whether or not general skywalker bangs love interest, ooc anakin, ooc clones, speaking explicitly and sexually about someone behind their back, also explicit content if that wasn’t already clear
“I’ve got something for you,”
Anatares had come here to exercise, but all she had done so far was play on her holo-tablet to find the right music for the occasion for ten minutes. She looked up at the sound of the voice, straightening her back when she realized who it was.
“General Skywalker,” she addressed him properly, since they were in public. From his attire, she guessed he was fitting this visit in between meetings. With a wave of his hand and a soft smile, he dismissed the title.
“Look,” His hand came out from behind his back, a long, wide blade revealed. “Don’t have much time, but this,” he lifted it into to eyeline, twirling it by its hilt in his grip, the overhead lights glinting off of it. “is a vibroblade.” He met her gaze, brow raised, proud of himself for acquiring it.
“It’s for me?” she asked, setting her tablet aside to stand, approaching him. He hummed in confirmation. For safety, he downturned the blade, handing it to her by the hilt. It was a fine sword, but she was confused, knitting her eyebrows together as she tested the weight of it in her hand. She glanced between him and the weapon questioningly. “Thanks, but I don’t usually… use stuff like this. Knives are more my speed this feels very…” she raised the sword, in a way she thought a pirate would, “‘swashbuckle-y.’” she dropped her arm. Anakin scoffed.
“You’ve been here a while, and we’ve run into plenty of siths by now. Figured it was high time to get you something to defend yourself with in close quarters.” He pointed a finger onto the weapon as he explained, “Watch,” His large hand came to fix atop hers on the hilt, and she inhaled. Her reaction went unnoticed as he brought his saber over, igniting it. The blades of both met each other, and Ana witnessed how the lightsaber didn’t cut through the vibroblade. “If things get hairy, and there’s no escape, you’ve got a backup plan.” They were hard to come across, Anakin was lucky to have this one, and he was relieved to be able to give it to Ana, smiling down at her expectantly for her answer.
Ana broke out of her impressed stupor. It was a thoughtful gift. The fact that she was untrained with a sword of this size arrested her from expressing her full gratitude. That, and the warmth of his hand was still on hers.
This fitness center was made out of a repurposed hangar so it was cavernous, with expansive floor space. It had the usual: weights, punching bags, a closed off shooting range, etc. There was a lot of unused area, and spare supplies would often be dropped off. A ways away, a few clones had escorted boxes of dry rations on a hoverboard, unloading it here until it was time to relocate it if there was room in the mess hall kitchen. Ko, a clone officer, sat a box down, before taking notice of a familiar head of hair across the room. “Hey, men,” he said through a grin, “is that General Skywalker over there with Anatares?” His comment caught the attentions of his fellow soldiers, halting what they were doing to spy.
“Ha! Skywalker,” Dice laughed, assumptions forming as to what their General was up to, “You don’t think he’s trying to butter her up, do you?”
“C’mon, guys,” Stringbean huffed, “I wanna get this over with.”
“Look, ‘Bean, they’re basically holding hands.” Copper pointed out, leaning against the cargo behind him and lulling his head in Stringbean’s direction. “Who’s gonna win the bet if we don’t pay attention?”
“Maybe making a bet about whether or not General Skywalker— a Jedi— is trying to get close to Anatares—“
“Ah, ah, ah!” Dice wagged his finger at Stringbean, correcting him, “Whether or not they fuck, ‘Bean.”
“Well, how are we supposed to tell?”
“By watching.” Ko hissed, warning them to hush up and pay attention to the pair over on the sparring mat.
Anatares bit her lip, meeting Anakin’s gaze who was unfaltering in his eye and physical contact. “I don’t know how to use a sword.” she admitted, her tone coming out meaner than she meant to, saying it like it should be obvious to him.
Anakin didn’t seem to notice it, “Here,” instead rounding her body to stand behind her. “I’ll show you.” Directing both of her hands onto the hilt, replacing both of his hands atop hers. He was such a wide shouldered man. That, and by doing this he curled and enveloped her almost completely. She swallowed thickly, letting him move her. There was no way that she didn’t note how strong he felt, how tall and toned with thick muscle he was. His rigid chest against her back, his flexed arms pressing into hers, his chin hovering over her shoulder, cheek against her hair— she felt dizzy with excitement. No doubt she’d ask for his help in relief later when it was time for ‘lights out’. She had a sneaking suspicion he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
He changed her positioning effortlessly, angling the blade to the imaginary opponent, “You’ll block like this. Center yourself,” Impossible to center herself without thinking about shoving his cock into her center over and over— “When you attack, you’ll come down like this,” He raised their arms, bringing the sword down slowly, with purpose. When he stepped forward, his hips pressed into hers, and she stepped forward, not before feeling something familiar and half hard poking into her. A tingle traveled down her spine and she smirked. “If you can afford leaving yourself open, you can thrust,” Another step forward, and he shoved the blade into the air in front of them. Anatares hadn’t been listening at all— mind occupied with General Skywalker’s perfect body pressed up against hers, fitting together like puzzle pieces— but she perked up when he mentioned thrusting. She can very much afford to leave herself open right now, if only he had the time to properly reintroduce himself to the space between her legs. Overwhelmed, a deep blush bloomed onto her cheeks and ears.
A mischievous smile stretched out onto Copper’s lips, “Mates, is it just me or she turning red with ol’ Skywalker over there?”
Stringbean, forgetting his past protests at the notion he could be losing the bet, leaned forward, “No way,”
Dice rubbed his chin with his hand, “That she is, Copp, this is too good.”
“I’ve never seen her blush before,” Copper muttered, unable to deduce if it meant the General was making her uncomfortable, or she was attracted. She wasn’t pulling away at all.
“Oh, to be in his position,” Ko chuckled, the General had to be enjoying himself. Any of them would if they switched places.
Anatares cocked her head to look at Anakin, who’s gaze lingered on hers. He stepped away, his warmth leaving her when he detached, clearing his throat. “I’ll be sure to give you more formal lessons on it another time.” She hoped he would, turning to face him with a hand on her hip. “Obi Wan and I have already agreed to switch off sparring you. You should get experience with different fighting styles.” Beginning to walk backwards off the mat, “It won’t be easy! We’re gonna fight dirty, like a sith would. Okay? I’ve gotta go, I’ll see you around,” he said, pointing to her, voice growing in volume as he furthered from her.
Ana nodded at him with a knowing grin, shaking her head from his ramble. “Bye, bye, Skywalker,” She gave him a flirty wave as he dismissed himself. He faced forward, and the spying clones pretended to be busy.
“Officers,” Anakin nodded at them in acknowledgment as he walked past, “I’ll see you guys later for deployment?”
Ko nodded back, saluting, “‘Course, General.”
Dice managed to slow Anakin’s stride, unloading the last bit of cargo and leaning his hand on it, “Oi, Skywalker, I saw you getting all up close and personal with Anatares over there. Seemed cozy.” It was his special interest in poking at things his fellow soldiers thought it best to leave alone. Especially because they didn’t want their commanding officer to know they’d been spying on him.
Anakin didn’t think anything of it, expecting observation in a public area, especially when Anatares was involved. “Just showing her some moves, that’s all.” he answered innocently, moving on to get ready for his next mission.
The men’s heads followed him as he scampered off. This was all too fishy. Copper hummed lowly, “Oh, he showed her a couple of moves, alright.” Stringbean hit his shoulder with the back of his hand playfully.
“We don’t know that yet.”
Ko scoffed, “He’s trying to move in on her.” He was certain.
None of them knew he had already moved in on her, countless times.
Their deployment was within the hour. Tasked with bringing aid to a neutral planet in order to secure their alliance with the Republic. The troops expected a resistance from the opposers, which didn’t bode well for their moods. There always was a hill to climb in order to reach victory, it was the hill that proved fatal for some. The clone troops were prepared to lay down their life for their cause, but they preferred not to focus on the possible tragedy awaiting them. Instead, they sought distractions. Distractions that made them feel normal, like there wasn’t a war occurring, that they weren’t waddling in the trenches of it.
This squad (who affectionately referred to themselves as the “Groundhog” squadron) swapped stories, knowing this would be a long ride in a shuttle, having entered the atmosphere of the planet. Their helmets in their hands or underneath their arms, seemingly reminding everyone how human they were. The conversation served its purpose, taking the men’s weight off. Anakin leaned onto the wall of the shuttle, eyes closed as he attempted a crude form of meditation. Jokes were cracked when they got onto the subject of what they’d do after the war, but nobody pointed out it was wishful thinking. Having a lover, or a wife, was a common fantasy amongst the group.
Stringbean hops up to sit on some armory cargo, resting his blaster on safety beside him. “Maker to think…” he voices his thought aloud, picking up his leg so he can rest his elbow on his knee, shaking his head with a soft smile. “Having a plot of land to myself. A family. That’d be the life.”
Copper piped up, “I don’t even care about the family part, ‘Bean, sign me up for a wife.” It makes the other clones chuckle with him.
“Ah, a wife…” Ko sighed in content from the idea, fixing his back against the cargo and resting his head back. “… beautiful woman, got a good head on her shoulders, capable, resilient. Sharing a home with her would be the dream.” Imagining it, his fantasized wife, and Anatares’ face surfaced in his mind. It didn’t necessarily surprise him. Visualizing her offer him a meat pie she prepared for him was doing something to him.
Dice snickered, “It’s been a while since you troops’ve been laid.” Anakin smirked to himself. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping but he couldn’t help it when he felt so proud to have gotten some this morning. The officers didn’t take notice, continuing their conversation. Dice copied Stringbean, jumping up onto a box to sit, but crossed his arms. “Hell,” he scoffed, “it’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid,”
“Well there’s slim pickin’s in our line of work, Dice, don’t go feelin’ sorry for yourself.” Copper patted him firmly on the shoulder, and Dice nodded knowingly, elbowing him back.
“Let’s see,” Ko started counting on his fingers, “there’s a bunch of Jedi,”
“Bunch’a prudes, more like. No offense, General,” Dice chimed in. Anakin waved his hand dismissively, downturning his lips, knowing he was probably the only one in this battalion getting any tail.
“None taken,” The Jedi insisted, without breaking his meditation.
“But it’s not like we’re not a ‘bunch’a prudes’ ourselves,” Stringbean interjected, outstretching his hands in a defensive gesture, and it earns him a laugh from the squad.
“I hear that.”
Anakin shook his head with a smile, unable to steel himself from listening in.
“Alright, so we’ve got the prudish Jedi, our fellow Clone brothers, and…” A smirk stretched out onto Copper’s lips as he finished the sentence Stringbean started, “Anatares,”
A chorus sounded of groans, chuckles, sighs, filthy comments amongst the troop… She was a popular subject revisited yet again by the squadron. Anakin peeked open an eye, observing his soldiers’ reactions to his informant-turned-commander, who begs for his cock almost every night.
“Don’t get me started on Anatares,”
“The things I’d let her do to me,”
“Oh, the things I’d do to her if she’d let me,” A clone responded with a dark snicker.
“It’s like she doesn’t even know she drives me crazy.”
“Oi, you’re not the only one, mate.”
Anakin closed his eye before someone caught him spying. It was best to stay as far removed as possible.
“Stringbean, go back to that farm fantasy of yours.” The men wanted to hear it again, and Stringbean added a revision.
“Like I said, just a plot of land to myself.” ‘Bean gazed at the ceiling, visualizing his regaled tale in his mind’s eye. “Anatares as my spoil of war,” These touch starved army men exhaling at the wording made Anakin scoff silently through his nose. War deranged men, showed their true, darker selves, and the Jedi witnessed it firsthand. Experienced it himself. The urge to step in rose in Anakin’s chest, but he denied it. He wanted to hear what these depraved creatures really thought of his lover. As if imagining it themselves, the boys followed Stringbean’s example and looked to the ceiling. “We’ve got two kids: a boy and a girl. Ana and I share yard work, and at the end of the day, cook dinner together—“
“Oi, get to the good part!” Dice jeered, and some men snickered.
“Okay, okay,” Stringbean grins sheepishly, motioning with his hands to settle down. It seemed his fantasy was seeping into Anakin as well. “After dinner— kids asleep— we start cleaning up. She’s doing dishes, I’m clearing the table. I get a look of her in that apron,” Some guys suck in a breath. Anakin cocked his head, furrowed his brows, and exhaled through his pursed lips at the image of Ana in a little apron and nothing else. “Can’t help myself. Come up behind her, start fondling her. Then I nail her on the kitchen table.”
“Stringbean, you dog!” A clone shouted, and the troopers began weakly beating on him, tossing their helmets at ‘Bean while he grinned and flinched, knowing he deserved it. Being the first one to spell out a dirty fantasy meant facing certain scrutiny.
Once they had settled down, Copper wanted to share, outstretching his arms to gesture the men to quiet. “Alright, alright, that reminds me, lads.” he introduced, dropping his arms once he’d gotten everyone’s attention. “There was one day I got ahead of myself in training, Anatares was there. Picked me up, dusted me off, brought me down to the medical bay. That night?” He raised a brow, cupping his chin in his hand, “I had the filthiest dream about her.” Being watched with bated breaths, he wasn’t sure if he should even tell this story.
“Well, don’t keep us in suspense.” A clone told him incredulously, but it was all in good fun.
Copper went on, “I dreamt she snuck into my room, told me she couldn’t stay away from me. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself, kept palming me through my pants.”
Anakin recalled an exact moment when she told him the same thing, did the same thing to him when he was recovering in the medical bay. He knit his eyebrows together, biting his lip to keep from saying anything.
“Got excited. She took care of me, sucked on me a bit, mounted and rode me ‘til I had nothing left. Fat tits bouncing. I’m surprised I contained myself while I was sleepin’.” Copper finished, leaning his elbow against the cargo.
Dice dissolved into laughter, pointing to Copper and looking amongst the group, “Mate says he’s surprised he didn’t jizz himself like a teenager,” The group followed Dice’s suit, laughing, including Copper.
Anakin felt himself perspire because he was stuck on the imagery of “Ana’s fat tits bouncing”. He swallowed thickly.
“Oi, the body on that broad, eh?” Dice reminisced, “Went to the fitness center and she was there. Had on a little bra, barely strapped in that chest of hers,” He cupped the air around his chest comically, he bounced his hands, causing a few snickers. “She didn’t notice me practically drooling like a hound. She’s glistening with sweat. Hair sticking to her forehead and neck. She’s jumping rope and I can’t tear my eyes away… the tightest yoga pants I’ve ever seen, if she bent over bet I could see her pretty little hole. The woman’s gotta know what she’s doing to us,”
Anakin, like the rest of these sleazy soldiers, was visualizing the whole damn thing. Except he knows he tore apart those yoga pants as soon as he saw her bent over in front of him. Of course she was pissed at him for it, but knowing now all these filthy perverts were waiting for the day she’d wear ‘em? He was glad he did it. Put them to one last good use getting her nice and wet for his cock. To hide his guilt, he rested his hand over his face.
“Hourglass figure, wit as sharp as a tack, looks that could kill, I wish she’d get over that crush she’s got already and get with a real man.” A clone added and an intrigued smile broke out onto Anakin’s lips, concealed by his hand.
“A crush? No way,”
“Say it ain’t so,”
“It’s obvious! A woman like that hasn’t hopped on anyone’s dick since she got here— and we’re all strapping young men— I’m tellin’ ya, girl’s hung up.”
“I could make her forget him. Gimme one night with her, she’ll forget he even existed.”
Anakin scoffed. That was highly doubtful.
“What about you, Ko? What do you think of Anatares?”
“What’s to say that hasn’t already been said?” Ko shrugged, but the encouragement from his squad changed his mind. “I just wanna stick my dick in that cleavage. C’mon, you all have seen it. She displays it like she wants attention,” he spoke defensively, as if he had a case to defend, “Wonder if she likes being called a slut.”
She does. Anakin thought with a smile.
“Wonder if she is a slut.” Dice leaned back against the cargo with a wolfish grin.
She is. Anakin thought in response once more, smile widening.
Anakin wrestled with himself. On one hand, he could join the conversation, bond with these disgusting depraved men and their dark fantasies, or stay indifferent and detached. He knew that war changed people, and this was an outlet. They weren’t interested in taking advantage of someone when they were bred to be docile and trained to protect the innocent. Anatares was particularly extroverted, and a bit of a tease— he had learned that first hand. Her flirtatious speech was smooth and confident, and she moved in an aesthetically poised manner, Anakin found her beautiful no matter what she did. Unashamed to admit he’s gotten stiff watching her fight alongside him on the battlefield. No wonder her image fell victim to this merry band of neglected soldiers. Attractive and available so she had become a popular, relatable object of fantasy. A prize to focus on to get through tough times, to get through the possibility of dying tomorrow. Never in a million years would he justify it, but he could understand it. Especially because he could hear his praise of Anatares through the voices of these men. He could sense their intent. None of them, would cause her physical harm. Briefly, he pondered if Anatares sired these feelings in them on purpose, knowing the gross comments they made with each other when they were alone. An image of her getting off to it flashed in Anakin’s mind. It wasn’t far off from her personality to pleasure herself to the idea of power.
“Oi, awfully quiet back there, eh, Skywalker?” Dice called, and Anakin looked at him. “We didn’t scare you or nothin’, did we?” On the contrary.
“No, just listening.” The Jedi replied nonchalantly, crossing his arms and legs as he settled against the hull wall.
Dice wanted to ask if Jedi had dirty thoughts too, but he didn’t want to shatter the illusion that Anakin was one of them— human— if he answered no. Sometimes they liked to pretend Anakin was not a peacekeeper, did not adhere to an oath, in a way Anakin liked to pretend that too.
“You ever get off to the thought of Anatares, General Skywalker?” Stringbean blurted out, breaking the silence. Immediately, the platoon scolded him playfully.
Anakin pinched his chin, “Anatares, you say?” Yes, he has. Yes, indeed, he has. More than he cared to admit. More than he thought a Jedi ever should. “Oh! You mean Commander Tares,” He pushed off the wall, leisurely striding to the center of the group. His inflated ego had gotten to him, having completely overshadowed his more jealous traits ages ago. His tone and correction of her title made his squad nervous, and they watched with bated breath. They questioned if he was cross with them.
“I wouldn’t say,” Anakin started, a mischievous glint in his eye. He folded his arms behind his back, pacing as he noticed their worried looks. Maker, he wished he could tell them, witness their reactions when he tells them he’s been banging the “broad” they fantasize their filthy little minds about when they’re alone. His head was so big it was a mystery how it fit into the hull of this ship.
“We know you’ve got a little soft spot for her, sir, it’s obvious.” Copper ached to break the tension, and he desperately moved it into the direction necessary for him to win the bet. “We’ve all got one.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” The clones averted their gazes from the Jedi once he spoke, shuffling nervously in place. “but Maker, if I were simply a man, I’d do whatever it took to make her mine.”
Grins broke out on their faces at the fact Anakin played a trick on them, and some cheered their agreement with his case.
“Isn’t she other-worldly?”
“Extremely.” Anakin replied.
“She makes it so hard—“
“Maker, don’t I know it…” Anakin mused, reminiscing how hard she makes his cock rather than what the clone was referring to.
“Has she ever hit on you, sir?”
“Oh, all the time. She’s shameless.” And Anakin meant shameless. Downright blasphemous, the words that would come out of that pretty mouth of hers.
“Easy?” One clone asked with hope.
Anakin gave him a look. “It wouldn’t be a problem for me either way.” he responded smugly, acting out the role of the indifferent Jedi who’s confident he could get her if he really wanted to.
His battalion goes wild over the fact their leader is in on their little crush. Like they brought him down to their hellish level, innocent from the knowledge Anakin has put the body they covet the most in every position and every location. Painted her with his cum countless times. Has witnessed her pleading gaze and expression twisted in pleasure when he hit that perfect spot inside of her.
General Skywalker rode on that ego high, “Gentlemen, nothing quite like comin’ home from a battle, and Anatares greeting you with open arms, open legs, and an open mouth.” He stood in the middle while his clones cheered thinking about that imagery, thinking their general is merely joining the conversation, and making it all up.
To keep the charade going, to find out more about how Anakin really felt about Ana, Ko yelled out, “Skywalker!” Anakin hummed in response. “Fuck, marry, kill: Anatares, Master Luminara, and that cute Pantoran Senator Chuchi,”
At the mention, the other clones joined into the game, muttering their answers in a big jumble. Anakin waited his turn to speak, “C’mon,”
“Don’t be like that, it’s just a game.” Ko assured, moving to sit at the edge of the cargo.
“Alright, alright. Let me think. Okay, one’s easy: Marry Anatares. Make her my little trophy wife.”
Like a pack of hyenas, they chittered with laughter.
“Sir? You wouldn’t wanna just ’fuck’?” The question was asked to serve a purpose, to nail in the bet.
“Why would I want to fuck once, when we’re hitched I get to fuck always?” Anakin answered. Once the hollering died down, he added. “Doesn’t matter the time of day. She shouldn’t be walking around with an ass like that if she didn’t want it split open twenty-four-seven.”
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No promises, but I’ve been considering writing some spicy stuff (with TBB/TCW clones). I think smut is one of the few things I’ve never actually written before, so if there are any smut writers out there with any advice, I would be very grateful 💜
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Oh Wishmonger, is it too late to ask for some good old predator/prey drabbles? Maybe you’re joking around with the bros. Or maybe you’re going up against them for reasons, but things get hot and heavy 😌
Never too late for primal anything. Though I regret that we failed to meet your suggestion of a "drabble," as this is significantly bigger.
Title: No Quarter
Pairing: Opress Brothers x Reader (🥪)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 5,924
Summary: Tickle the rancor's teeth and you're sure to get bitten.
Warnings: Predator/prey chase, primal kink, CNC, knife play, bondage, entrapment, some violence typical of primal play, some blood typical of primal play, creampie, anal play, spitroasting, throat fucking, gang bang, over sensitization, forced orgasm, implied aftercare, mating marks
Splashed up to mid-thigh in swamp-reek, mud-smeared, gloves caked with something unidentifiable from the gravethorns, you throw yourself into the bog at full-force. Forget the sanctity of your weapon — you brought a blaster to a knife fight. Stupid girl.
The shock of tepid, brackish water doesn’t slow you, though the pull of the silted bottom does. You gasp, falling forward, but like everything else involving tonight’s challenge, it’s not your first mistake: this is just one more reason why you shouldn’t make foolhardy boasts in front of the Opress brothers:
That you were faster than any bounty.
That you were stealthier.
That you were better at escaping them than they were at catching you.
Blame the spicewine at dinner for forgetting so easily that teasing the rancor only makes him hungrier, and that Zabrak don’t suffer the challenges of their prey lightly.
Two trained Nightbrothers, and one former Sith Lord knew better: this is a lesson in humility. Yours? Absent. You reap what you sow, and that involves your pulse in your ears, and the too-certain surety that you’re not alone out here?
Well.
Best keep running, then.
Your boots stick. Your lungs burn. Your limbs tire.
Running for hours in aimless circles will do that to you, and only the promise of what’s to come slows you up.
And worse? You can see the citadel in the distance — an end destination that’s still too far away to save you when all that’s left is your shredded ego and soaking clothes, the harsh Dathomiri landscape only part of the problem:
There are three apex predators on your heels, and what they’ll do when they catch you is only part of what gets your heart racing.
You’re making too much noise.
Startled, you shriek as your ankle catches and you pitch forward, face-first into the water. It rattles the nightghasts. Several take to the sky as you hit, the water stinging, burbling over your head for just a second. You gasp, wrenched up to your knees and dripping, crawling in your haste to get away from the eyes that watch you from along the edges of the treeline:
Three pairs of them: bright in the gloom.
There’s laughter too.
They scatter, and when they do: darkness falls, turning the flanking gravethorn groves impenetrable, save for the understanding that every ragged breath you manage to steal is a guttering metronome that speaks to the failures of overconfidence and your pathetic, tiring human body.
“I can still hear you!” you shout, because in spite of it all, it takes nerve to call them out.
They don’t want you to tire.
They don’t want you worn and pliant and desperate.
But if you ruin yourself in the effort to escape them, if you stop fighting the urge to give in for just one second —
You’ve lost.
Maul promised as much.
And if they catch you before you reach the citadel steps, far off through the swamp on the other side of the trees, you only have the assurance that what they’ll do to your body will leave you helpless; destroyed utterly. No mercy offered. Not good for anything else. A plaything, promised to three siblings who’ll take what they want and lock you up in one of the citadel chambers.
Such was the weight of the wager: ownership.
Silence descends as you haul yourself upward, marching forward towards the nearest outcropping of rocks: sheltered beneath the sprawling network of branches that blot out the red sky and its sun.
You breach the shore. You drag yourself up. Listening intently for some indicator as to which direction they’ve gone:
Three against one.
One step forward, legs shaking, you duck under the trees, uncertain of your steps across mossy rocks and boulders, each footfall leaving impressions.
Not good.
Not good at all.
“The water wasn’t a bad idea, exactly.”
The whisper falls from overhead, wrapping you in its velvet-rough embrace: soft enough to raise the hair on the back of your neck when Feral speaks again:
“It should have covered your tracks. It ought to have concealed your scent.”
You turn, seeking out his figure, turning on the spot as you stagger deeper into the gravethorns, haunted by the bulbous pods dangling in the distance. He’s nowhere. You can’t see him.
“The problem is that we would know you anywhere… when you’re that wet.”
You shiver, the sound right beside your ear, ripping you around as if he’s only just behind you; as if he’s playing with his dinner.
Staggering backward, you still can’t see him: the youngest of them, the most skilled hunter because Feral spent the most time on Dathomir.
Your heel catches, and the world overturns: your legs snapping out in front of you as you soar upwards, lifted, leaves and branches falling away from a net. Your legs poke through the harder you struggle, dangling not six feet off the ground in a trap meant for a larger creature.
Overhead, perched on a limb, Feral studies you: his golden gaze slitted. Shrewd. Patient as ever — as if he expected nothing more from the clumsy human who thought she might best him.
“Do you know how I know that?” he asks you as he rises from his crouch: bare to the waist and perfectly balanced in supple boots. When he steps off, falling the distance and landing so softly on nimble feet, he approaches with leisurely interest, keeping your spread-eagled struggle at eye-level.
A hint of a smile lingers: like he’s known the whole time how he’d best you, but he’s been saving those confessions for a demonstration… the smug bastard.
Feral’s gaze descends, past your heaving chest, down to your writhing, struggling hips — seated in a web of thick cords, knees spread and vulnerable. The trap is so large that it swallows you, pressing in with its rough fibres and too-large knotting so that the bonds rub and chafe and press in uncomfortably.
He eyes your crotch, a small smirk curving his mouth at the corners.
“You’re dripping.”
Somehow, you don’t think he means the bath you took in the swamp.
“Yeah?” You lean forward, face pressed into the bars of your prison, tits mashed into the cords, the weave prohibiting movement. “Who was sniffing at my crotch to start with?”
His grin fits his namesake as he leans in.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
A vibroblade sputters to life in his grip, pulled from a hip sheathe and bright in the gloom. You suck in a little breath, not sure yet if he means to threaten or free you yet.
“Beg me for it,” you bite back.
“I won’t be the one begging for anything,” Feral promises. “Of that I’ve never been more certain.”
The crackle of his knife sings along your inner thigh. You stop moving, breathing hard. Watching.
“W-what are you doing?”
He doesn’t cut the cords, but rather, a sizzle, and the heat of the weapon sings through you — slivering the weave of your trousers so quickly you barely realize what’s happening.
“Don’t move, love,” he warns you, the tips of his fingers touching yours where you grip the cording. It’s your only reassurance, but you barely notice:
You’re not on the same side anymore.
He is not your friend. Not with that hungry gleam in his gaze.
You’re barely even breathing when he stands back to admire the slit he’s created, straight through your cottons. A skilled hunter can also skin and trim their prey, you think, and Feral is good with a blade. Too good, maybe.
“See?” Feral says, but you barely hear him over the roar in your ears, your body practically pulsing.
It can’t be over so soon, you think: dazed as his fingertips hover just shy of your panties — admiring the little sodden, transparent mark of your lie.
“You like this,” he tells you.
His thumb brushes the plush flesh of your mons, leaving you clenching on nothing, your cunt flooding as his knife makes quick work of your trousers as he slits open the leg fully, and then the other.
You whimper.
Feral leans in — so close now you can taste the heat of him. “Don’t you?”
There’s no way out of this, you think, but you know what he wants of you — it’s that particular something that appeals to their dominant natures: the allure of power; of victory, of besting someone into submission.
Feral smiles at you through the bars of your prison, the plush mouth of his close enough to kiss — to breathe the air that whispers across your cheeks and collar, as if considering how he intends to devour you.
But here’s the thing:
You’re going to put up more of a struggle.
You’re going to claw at his pretty face.
It’s expected.
It’s invited.
This is the game.
He’s not at all surprised when you lunge at him.
There’s only the bright glitter of his laughter and your snarling, thrashing, tearing at him —
The ripple of crimson overhead whips by so fast you miss it as the cords sever, sliced through beneath the branch to dump you in a heap to the forest floor, kicking off the weight of rope and leaves. You pitch backwards, scrabbling to freedom as the lightsaber extinguishes, secure once more in Savage’s palm from having thrown it, and summoned it back to his palm with a snap.
He’s freed you, but for no good purpose: you can feel it.
The Force thrums. The swamp burbles. Your trousers are in tatters. But two Zabrak look down on your heaving, crumpled figure.
“You walked right into this, little one.” The rumble of amusement is hard to miss, but if Savage wants to mock you, he can do it from a distance.
“That’s a you problem,” you breathe, getting to your feet. “You think you’ve won.”
“You did free her, brother,” Feral agrees, and his nonchalance grates.
It’s Savage who drops forward, falling with a thud that shakes the soft floor with the fall of his heavy boots. He rises, the tips of his horns raking the low-hanging branches, the gleam of his gaze in the gloom burning forever — like the thought of you sprawled at his feet is something that’s consumed him.
“We taught you better.”
You press your knees together, everything winding tighter at the purposeful way he looks at you: like he’ll pull you apart.
There’s only the one path out. They’ve corralled you.
“Please —“ you whimper, knowing that it means little, but praying to gods that never belonged to you has little effect.
“I do wish you would beg,“ Savage murmurs, and the crush of foliage is deliberate: two steps as his shadowy figure rises even higher over you. “Beg me to stop when I pin you down and pry you open: spread-legged and open-mouthed and yielding.”
The image strikes low and hard, and without breath enough to whimper, you know what he wants.
“Try it, Savage. See what happens,” you manage.
Feral chuckles, the sound rolling up your spine. “I like that she’s got some fight left in her.”
“Fuck you,” you spit.
You feel the raze of claws slivering upwards, plucking your clothes away from your skin as the heat and hardness and scent of Savage envelopes you —
The promise of teeth on the back of your neck and your face in the mud such a visceral, hungry surety that you shiver.
“Not yet,” he murmurs.
But you feel the change in his breathing.
Savage cuts a sharp grin.
“I will fuck you into submission, little one — your wrists held over your head and your cunt stretched around me while I bruise your hips, but you will give me what I crave first.”
A memory of claws raking over the front of your panties lingers, your soft spots sodden; your stomach jumping.
Everything trembles.
He could have you right here. He could spread you over him while he pushes your mouth onto his brother’s cock, directing you to suck like your life depends on it, making sure you don’t spill a drop, but Savage isn’t done yet.
Your mouth is dry, but you ask him, “What’s missing?”
“Get up.”
The command in his voice is lower than the promise of rain after thunder: Savage is a marcheon of Maul’s growing kingdom and his right hand, through and through, and whatever traditions linger from his early years on Dathomir, they are not forgotten:
His fingernails are gritty from dirt, his chest broad and smeared with red soil, but there’s strength in the way that he tenses: all that power bunched down into muscles that are as hard as the heavy length between his legs, visible beneath his trousers and beginning to strain.
“Do as I say, little one.” There’s amusement in his warning, like you’re being stubborn at the prospect of crawling before royalty.
“Why?” you ask, petulant and wanting to provoke a reaction from the stoic prince, but you already know the answer.
“I want to taste your fear like I can taste your cunt when I put my lips to your skin.”
It furls in your belly, twisting into tension that smears your inner thighs and kicks your heartbeat into a gallop: fear edging into your peripheral vision, darkening the world around you so for a moment, all that sits between you are a few, shivering breaths as Savage falls to perfect stillness.
All of Dathomir is quiet, but not as quiet as Savage’s whisper:
“I want you to run.”
Further to the original point: Dathomir is an inhospitable wretch of a world — overgrown, unchecked, and intent on cutting you down as your stumbling, ragged run pitches you into the veiled mists that creep between the gravethorns as the dead leer from their burial pods. You bark your shins, the branches slash at your bare legs and sensitive palms, and everything endeavours to bring you to your knees.
They even gave you a head start —
But there’s hardly a point to that when the dark opens its toothy maw and insists on drawing blood.
Small cuts and slivers leave you smeared and dotting a trail, but if you let the pain drive you forward you find yourself less addled by the prospect of being hurt. There’s clarity in it: a little wisdom imparted on you by Maul once upon a time.
A little pain whets you so that you hear every glug of the Dreaming river, every snapped branch, and every footfall that broils up the ripe scent of decay as you tear through the miasma that wisps from little inlets, making the shadows breathe.
Fear smothers.
But pain? Pain offers clarity: heightened sensitivity, better spatial awareness, the too-reality of the world around you lifting you above the adrenaline that jams your senses.
Pity this trajectory has given them a leisurely path to follow —
You notice as much when you stagger to a full stop, your lungs burning as you sag into a tree. Knees uncertain and muscles spent, you leave a smear — dark against black bark. It’s not noticeable to the naked eye, but to a predator’s nose it’s a marker painting your location in neon.
“Spent already, love?”
Feral’s laughter rings, spiralling downwards into your resting place, and exhausted, you whimper. He’s not even breathing hard. You never even heard him.
You can practically feel his lips against your ear when he whispers, “Are your legs shaking yet? Because I think we can do better.”
You shove forward, limbs coltish and uncertain after tearing through the wood.
“Climbing might’ve been easier,” Savage agrees from up ahead where the shadows shift. “There’s refuge in the trees; caves in the mountains too to hide in, if you don’t mind the bane back lairs.”
They’re practically on top of you, their voices echoing as you stagger forwards, making pathetic little noises the betray your exhaustion: whimpers and nonsensical pleas without form.
You double-backward, cutting a line sideways to the stream where the silted depths burble up marshy gasses and your feet sink and stick.
And as you look behind you, wanting to see for yourself how close they are, you stagger at the wink of gold eyes shining too brightly: two pairs of them haunting your footsteps.
Your ankle catches, but your gasp is a half-hearted thing, the trees that have been reaching for you scraping past every sensitive piece as you strike hard enough to leave you winded.
The ground thumps with that particular, hollow resonance that leaves you crumpled and breathing hard, the urge to cry threatening. Your clothes are shredded, your body is bruised, but you make claws of your fists into the mulch and rake furrows as a frustrated howl builds in your throat.
Forehead to Dathomir’s soil, you bellow.
You scream.
You howl like an animal —
Summoning the last of your will to snarl and spit and wail your throat raw.
When you rip around, the path is empty. The trees are dark. Stars absent. Not even a nightghast dares venture nearer to you, a wounded creature ready to tear off the fingers of anyone who dare approaches.
The gravethorn grove slumbers, silent.
Only the creak of branches in a dead wind lingers, but it’s no comfort. You pull yourself to your knees with scraped palms, and you look up.
There’s no one.
No one at all.
They’ve left you, you think — and why that’s so much worse, you don’t realize at first though it creeps towards you with a certainty: all is not as it seems.
It feels…
Cold.
“Get up, love.” Feral again, but there’s an edge to him now.
You don’t dare dismiss it, because you realize now why they’ve been toying with you this whole time: they’ve been waiting for him to join in the fun.
And just like that, the shadows part:
Fifty yards away and closing in.
A moving slip of darkness — a true hunter; the heir apparent of Dathomir.
Forty five.
Forty.
Your heart slams against your ribcage, your vision tunnelling to a fixed point that’s growing closer the longer you wait. Determined. Head down. Arms pumping. Chest bare. Eyes like firelight.
The last bit of your conscious mind shuts off, and all that’s left is small, shrill voice of transcendent panic that screams through your veins: run!
Scuttling backwards, you twist and scrabble to your knees, no longer feeling the rocks and sticks and slithering things beneath your feet as you pelt head-long into Dathomir’s dark. No sense of direction. No regard for the fallen trunks in your way. You shear through them, no longer feeling your legs; your weaknesses a thing of history. Terror drives you. Maul is a killer, and you — you are the hunted. You are prey.
You leap. You soar for freedom as the ground rushes by beneath you —
Pinwheeling.
Lesser creature.
Straining for freedom —
Collision.
The strike catches you in the midsection: a rough connecting blow that shoves the air from your lungs and rakes down your ribs with claws meant for tearing. They shred through your shirt.
Your legs tangle, the impact of the fall buffered by a shoulder that is not yours. He hits first, wrapped around you so that you bounce and tumble, but the arms that have cradled you take the brunt of it in a roll. The world upends, spinning hard and fast so that the dirt and grime of the descent puts you down face-first into that rich loam, gasping and tasting earth. Hard hands on your body drag you backwards, your ass connecting sharply with a slap against hips that you feel in your cunt.
Scrabbling, you claw into the dirt and pick up handfuls of debris, fingers sliding off vines and roots as Maul releases your hips.
You try to twist away, but it doesn’t work —
Air touches your skin before you even realize he’s torn it all open, leaving you exposed to tooth and claw, the fist in your hair wrenching your head backward and exposing your throat.
No words.
Only sound.
Only your ragged panting, throat clicking open and shut, the night around you singing in your blood.
Only the heat and pressure of little uncomfortable twigs and stones digging into your knees. Only the scent of musk and blood. Only him, bending you to his will as he makes his claim.
The growl against your ear is a promise of retribution against a mate that doesn’t behave, but you claw at the arm that crosses you. You roar as he shoves your knees apart, loud enough to drown out the snarl and snap of his teeth against your earlobe: his breath is a wet heat.
Digging your nails into his arm, you claw at him. It does nothing at all.
“Mine,” Maul breathes.
Your panties tear with a pathetic, elastic pop that snaps at your waist. The aftershock stings, but its a distant discomfort. You forget all those little pains in a heartbeat.
There’s no warning: just the hardness and stretch of him sheathing into you to the hilt. Your body bucks, frozen at the shock of the intrusion, and unable to draw a breath, you’re overwhelmed at the feeling of his cock; his teeth.
Maul thrusts once like its a warning, but you’ve no wind to even keen at the surprise crunch of muscle and skin beneath his mouth. It hurts for just a second — the surprise and shock of being marked without warning leaving you fumbling, clawing at the dirt when he tosses you forward to your elbows and snaps his hips.
His ridges ripple, making wet sounds as your body struggles to adjust.
There’s no time. It’s too much.
There’s no way you can fight when he angles just slightly, hitting that spot that bursts stars behind your eyes. Claw-tipped fingers dig into the back of your neck, and Maul snarls just the once like he commands you, striking at it over and over without mercy until your body snaps around him: “Come.”
Relentless.
Everything shudders to wakefulness, the moment shimmering before the drop trembles — and you hover at the precipice of desperation, clenching hard on him as he delivers you to oblivion and keeps rutting so that each slap of his hips shoves you over that edge and out of yourself.
You can’t even breathe.
Darkness threatens. Stars burst in your vision.
This is heaven. This is abandon.
He doesn’t stop.
Each thrust of his cock pummels you deeper into the dirt, screaming, over and over:
“Maul, Maul, Maul.”
You’ve found your voice at last: it’s hoarse and reality turns ragged at the edges, leaving everything tunnelling down to the feeling of being claimed by him — as if there was ever any uncertainty to whom you belonged.
He grunts, giving your hips a squeeze, and then your ass as he unsheathes, leaving you cold and slicked and pulsing on nothing. Maul paints the backs of your legs with his release, breathing harder, his laughter a certain, dark thing.
Maul utters in a hoarse murmur, more growl than a summons, “Savage.”
And you know in that moment they’re only getting started.
Fingers take the place of his cock, easing into you two at a time, a thumb weighted against the pucker of your ass. Maul rubs himself to stay hard as the world blurs and you feel the first inklings of your bruised and tender places.
He moves before you, lifting you to your hands and knees with two fingers under your chin, a thumb to your lower lip, spearing between your teeth to open your mouth for him.
The cadence of the fingers inside you don’t change, but they thicken as another finger is added -- a heavy hand caressing the curve of your ass and squeezing it hard enough that you whimper; that your knees buckle as you try to shy away from a firm grip.
“That’s good,” Savage says. “She’s still throbbing.”
Maul’s thumb prevents you from speaking, pressing it deep into your throat and holding it there a moment. The little clicking sound of protest as you reign in your gag reflex is nothing shy of miraculous.
“Keep her coming,” Maul murmurs, watching you with that predatory interest. “Until she learns her lesson. It does not seem fit to leave one who is so boastful wanting.”
And it’s in that moment you realize that while you might be sated, his brothers are not.
“We’re all going to fuck you, darling; one after the other until it’s seated in your memory; until there’s no question of ownership — that when someone asks you, ‘to whom do you belong?’ you’ll never hesitate to answer.”
The press of Savage’s cock stretching you elicits shuddered moan, and he pops in two ridges before you gasp at the intrusion. You throb beneath the grip, his clawed fingers digging into your hips — as much an adjustment for him as it is for your body.
“You’re going to take every inch,” Maul tells you. That you close your lips around his thumb and suck is an involuntary response to the surprise push of Savage’s girth. It burns a little, and you moan into Maul’s palm, eyes fluttering shut. “And Feral is going to teach that mouth a lesson.”
Your own spit streaks your cheek when he withdraws, gripping your jaw and holding your mouth open, like he’s considering what you’ll look like stuffed from both ends.
“Every part of you — your cunt, your arse, your mouth, your fingers — every bit of you belongs to Dathomir,” he tells you. “Do you understand?”
Savage grunts behind you.
He thrusts, impatient.
You arch, and Maul’s grip loosens enough to let you take his brother in one shuddering push.
Breathing hard, you can feel the pulse of Savage’s heartbeat through his cock. He’s buried so deep that the brush of his heavy balls touches the tops of your thighs. Why that makes you wetter — knowing he’s hilted so deeply that you can feel the brush and sway of them — you can’t think about.
“Gonna come again,” you manage, and if there are tears streaking your cheeks, you don’t yet know if it’s because you’re relieved or because once won’t be enough for him.
Savage wraps a hand around your hip, placing two firm fingers to your clit, circling it hard enough that you buck up into him. His chest provided a buffer against your back, the hard heat of every muscle a comfort under any other situation, and you can’t help but whimper as one large palm spreads over your chest — and handful for long fingers.
“Good,” he murmurs into your ear, that low rumble of thunder so self-satisfied that you shiver. “I want you to. Spread over my lap like this so I can feel that little pussy flutter.”
You clench on him, and he chuckles.
“When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk later. We’ll have to carry you to the pools beneath the citadel, and we’ll bathe you and treat your little injuries, and when you’re warm and comfortable, we’ll do it all again: one after another, making sure each one of your tight little holes can take every inch of us.”
You blubber something incoherent, pawing at him but too addled by the promise and too stuffed to protest, but you manage with your waning capacity to withstand the pleasure:
“Promises, promises. How about you prove it.”
Savage nips your ear, his mouth pressed to your neck just beneath it so each huffed breath leaves your restraint in slivers. His hand circles your throat — not squeezing, but in a show of dominance.
“Try and fight me, then,” he challenges. “We’d love to see it.”
You grin, eyes slitted, but Savage doesn’t see the what Maul sees: a prey creature caught beneath the hips and hands of a larger predator, but not intimidated — only ready to fight for freedom.
To Savage’s credit, he actually snarls when you sink your teeth into his forearm.
He jerks, and thrusts in shock, hard enough to almost buck you off, but you sink your nails into his arm and you hold on — clamping down hard enough to draw blood.
Feral’s laughter rings around the clearing, and in a show of self-satisfied defiance, you gasp open when Savage rips your hands off him — both your wrists snapped to the dirt above your head while he slams into you from behind.
“She bit him,” Feral chortles.
You make a note to take a piece of him too if he’s going to gloat about it.
Later, though —
Your body trembles, each strike of Savage’s hips jostling you forwards into a place where your cries become soundless, your insides shuddering like he’s attempting to rearrange your pieces.
You’re coming.
One surprised bleat of pleasure doused by another, stronger and guttering, but Savage doesn’t cease, he only maneuvers you to better see you stretch for him — slipping out to check how you strain and gape before pushing back in.
“Brother.” It’s an invitation, you’re just not certain for whom anymore.
The ground falls away as Savage lifts you, repositioning your body so that you’re forced to your tippy toes, tethered by your hips and the enormous cock inside you. He returns to your clit, rubbing with a vicious sort of precision which leaves you writhing and a little disoriented — too addled to protest and too small to do anything but take it when Savage lifts your body by the hips and resettles you around him.
You scrabble a moment, your contact with the ground uncertain.
“Surrender to it,” Maul tells you.
“Let me use you little one,” Savage says, triumphant, “I’ll make sure you come again.”
“I can’t —“ you start, but he strokes you down his cock once more, and it feels so good that you’re not sure. It feels like you’re falling forward, and it’s everything to claw for purchase against whoever’s closest as Savage rolls his hips. The ground swirls below you, the sudden vertigo too much. You whimper. Everything shudders.
“Brother,” Feral says. “Bring her here.”
You gasp as Savage lowers you, letting you descend almost to your knees, trying to crawl forward but slowed by the steady rhythm of his hips as he rolls his cock inside you. Touching everything. Working you open.
Savage pulls out again, and you cry out when he spits, thumbing your ass as if its the last bit of innocence you have left and he wants to own it.
“Look at me, love,” Feral says.
Savage pushes in, and you’re so full for a second your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open.
“Kark,” Savage grunts. “Squeeze my cock.”
You don’t know how close he is. You don’t know if he’ll ever stop.
“I can’t —“
Everything’s raw. This is a losing battle.
“You can,” Feral promises.
That half-sly grin Feral wears is so sure of everything when he cups your face; when he pushes back your hair and brushes out some of the debris with his fingers.
He leans in, nipping at your lower lip so tenderly you moan for him. It’s a breathy sound as Savage continues, rocking you against his hips, his knees keeping your legs pinned. You take every inch, eyes tearing from the heavy slap of his balls against your clit.
It’s good, even when he pulls out to tap your cunt — slapping it a little while he works your ass into submission.
“Oh stars —“
You could touch them, you’re so close to that fathomless dark.
“Focus on me,” Feral murmurs, on his knees and dipping in to taste you. He sucks your upper lip into his mouth, leaving you straining for his shoulders to hold onto as he smiles into the kiss.
Savage grunts, pulling you back onto him like its a competition for your attention. And even fucking you with one finger, he’s still winding you higher.
“That’s good, isn’t it?” Feral asks, and he’s right: his tongue in your mouth leaves you with the lightest trace of smoke and sweet, filling you in a way that’s more tender than the moment affords.
“We’re just going to fill you up; make you forget everything but the feeling. Make sure you never want for anything.”
Savage growls something, his restrained thrusts growing a little more forceful.
“We’ll take care of everything, just as long as you remember —“ Feral kisses your cheek; the corner of your mouth as Savage’s movements turn sharper. “You belong to us.”
Savage grunts. “Now, brother.”
He rises, your chin in the cup of Feral’s hand an invitation.
“Open,” he murmurs, the fastenings of his trousers loosened to free his length.
You blink up at him, your lips already parted as Feral’s cockhead brushes your lips.
Eyes darkened, amusement glitters. Maul watches, hungry still.
“Don’t go soft on me, Opress,” you manage, staring up at him.
“I promise,” Feral whispers, “you’ll love this.”
There’s no preamble when he slides in so deep in a single thrust that you choke. He chuckles, stroking your face.
“I’m going to fuck that bitchy little mouth, now,” like he’s been waiting for this moment since you first started running your lips after dinner — a what’s for and comeuppance for every bratty thing you spat at him. Feral pauses to get a better grip on your hair.
“And you’re doing to swallow it.”
You gurgle around him, the salt and musk sweetness of his skin delicious as Feral starts moving against your tongue. His breathing clicks, and you loosen a little as his cockhead brushes the back of your throat, and again, pushing deeper.
Feral groans, and for a second he holds you against him, your nose against his pubis, and you just drool on him and down your chin.
“That’s good.”
“Hold her, brother,” Savage murmurs, and then they’re both fucking you in tandem.
It takes less than thirty seconds, the pulsing heat of Savage spilling inside you as hot as the cum that paints your ass when he pulls out, his thumb with it. You buck on him when he gives you his fingers, curling inside you so you have something to come on when Feral spurts down your throat, rasping a harsh command to, “Swallow,” that your addled brain obeys, tonguing the underside as if you can drain every drop from him.
You’re still coming on Savage’s fingers, the ache of it mingled with exhaustion; throat raw and voice rasping as Feral withdraws only to tip your face backwards.
There are teeth on your shoulder: Savage’s, worrying a little mark into your skin that hurts less than Maul’s bite, and Feral’s fingers soothe the edges of your breasts as he tastes his own spend in your kiss.
“Mark her, brother,” Savage tells him.
And you hiss as you’re handled, pulled into strong arms as Feral licks at the juncture between thigh and hip, putting a nip into you too like a final punctuation mark on your evening.
The forest falls quiet as everyone exchanges glances, smiles between them, and you too — limp in Savage’s arms and grinning.
“How was that, darling?” Maul asks from his vantage point against a nearby tree, his arms folded, gaze smouldering.
You kick your legs a little, glancing down at yourself: covered in their marks and their juices, and giggling. Sated and ready to be bathed, cradled between them for a good rest after they tend to your bruises.
Your body is a ruin, you couldn’t possibly come again, but oh — you grin — it was worth it.
“Next time,” you suggest, winking, “maybe I do the chasing.”
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Thoughts of You - Captain Rex x Reader
Wrote this lil blurb about Rex last week and forgot to post it. It was inspired by a wonderful work of art by @sleepingsun501. Divider by the wonderful @moonstrider9904. Hope you all enjoy xo.
Warnings: 18+ Spice, male masturbation, mentions of female masturbation (semi mutual mast in a way), mentions of sex
Captain Rex prides himself as a man of restraint. He has to be; he was in charge of one of the most successful companies of the GAR. A firm presence, unyielding and uncompromising. With everyone, except for when it came to you.
It's cruel what these campaigns apart did to Rex; he's unable to see your smile, listen to your laugh, hold you close. His longing always hits him late in the night, as he lay in his quarters where the absence of your company hit the hardest. He wants nothing more than to feel the softness of your lips against his, caress the smooth plane of your back with his rougher hands, taste the sweetness of you that he craves more than anything else.
It’s been too long since he’s indulged himself with the comfort of you, since he’s taken you for his own, made his mark on you in every way possible. He wishes he had you with him right now, so he could feel every inch of you pressed against him, your skin clinging together as he slowly thrusts into you. He wants to hear that hitch in your breath as you’re about to orgasm, feel the warmth of you clenching around his cock before he spills inside you.
But for now, he has to chase his desires elsewhere. His hand is a poor excuse compared to yours, or the way your mouth feels as you wrap your lips around his cock. He tried calling you, to see if he could work out some of his tension with you but you didn't pick up. That's ok; he knows how busy you are. How hard you work. So he can leave you a little message for when you have your own free time and need to unwind.
He's stripped the layers of armor, peeled off his bodysuit and is lying on his back, his toned muscles glistening under the light dew of sweat as he slowly fists his cock, thinking about you. His lips part as he lowly gasps, remembering the last time you were together and the sounds you made as you came undone for him. He tightens his grip around his cock, trying not to cum too quickly. He glances at his helmet sitting on his desk, recording everything for you. He can't believe he's doing this, but he needs to show you what you do to him, even when you aren't there. He wonders if you'll be able to see the drop of precum at the tip of his cock as he pumps it, if you'll watch how his face scrunches, how his head rolls back when he builds closer and closer to his climax.
Rex is grunting softly, cursing under his breath. as he works his throbbing cock. His arousal is heightened by the thought of you watching this later, imaging how you would look on your bed, in that lingerie set he likes. He can see your hand dipping beneath the waistline of your panties, playing with yourself, working up to your own orgasm in time with his. Will you save this video to watch again on another night when he is far away and you miss his company?
The thought of you touching yourself as you watch him is enough to send him over the edge. Rex groans your name soft as a prayer, so low that you might miss it, as he cums into his fist. His chest heaves as he catches his breath and lies back. He glances at the helmet recording, offering that slight smirk that you love before he stands up to grab a towel and clean himself. When he types the message to send along with his video, his words are simple.
"Thought of you tonight. Save this for when you're home."
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Play with Fire / Cad Bane ~ part 6
Summary: Cad Bane sets foot in a library looking for information, quickly coming to learn you were more then the average librarian. As a former Bounty Hunter you decide to help out, you’re smart and that’s an asset he could use but that wise mouth has him wondering what use he could use and if it would be worth it (-> Part of the series but not necessary, mostly smut and no plot. Just Bane’s biological clock ticking)
Warning: Smut, PIV, Oral (F receiving), Alien Anatomy, Cad being Cad 😂, Dom/Soft Cad, possessive Bane
Part 5 Part 7
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Word count: 4.7k
The moment both of you were off Duros, Bane relaxed but that didn't help the physiological urge starting to bubble up from the depths of their containment within his dna. He stalked you where ever you were on the ship as a protective shadow. He scowled knowing he was being overbearing making you eat and sleep even holding you in bed longer to make sure you got the necessary sleep for your mammalian body. Your scent was intoxicating, drowning out most of his facade and rational mind just leaving the reptilian urge to prove he was the best mate for you. Not once did you complain about his erratic behavior nor when he turned up the heat on the ship.
You put the fork down and studied him, the metal click pulling him up from his food to stare at you. Smiling, you put your elbow on the table and rested your hand on your face mesmerized by him, the horizon color of his eyes to the familiar calm sea of his skin. You had no idea how that a man equally as callous and dangerous could be so... you didn't even have a word for it. Beautiful? He leaned back in his chair letting you eye him in his shirt and hat, "Wat ya lookin at?" he asked, "ya need'a eat."
"I could get use to this when it happens," you continued to smiled turning your attention back to your food knowing he'd keep telling you to eat until you finished the plate. He grabbed the empty dishes and put them in the sink, "How long does this last?" you asked staring at the back side him, not bothering to hide the fact you were undressing his lean form with your eyes.
"Dunno, ya bein on Duro changing dings. Finally your smell startin to calm down."
"My smell?" you glared.
"Woman.. ugh, ya fertility change."
"Oh," you blinked, you were aware that being on the planet could cause conception but it was still low you didn't even think of the biological side effects. You're mouth fell open stunned, "Could... everyone smell that?" not many things embarrassed you but this was one of them.
"Maybeh," is all he said.
"That posing the question if I should be here if my 'fertility' hasn't return to incompatible."
Bane shrugged walking over to you, inhaling your scent. Alluring, powerful, and divine, it made him just want to sink his fangs into you. He felt his jaw move but pulled back feeling the tips of teeth barely touch your delicate skin. He pulled away, "Why did you stop?" he heard you ask, "I'll make ya mine soon'nough."
"I'm already yours," you pointed out, "but that didn't answer the question."
"It's ya choice and ya know dat aint what I meant."
"I still don't entirely understand but I am aware I am special to you none the less."
Bane scowled pulling you into his lap as you tried walking pass, his arm wrapped around your hip and his thumb gently caressing your hip the other pouring you another glass of water noticing the faint sweat across your skin, "Drink'it," he said holding it in front if you.
You were tempted not to take it to see what he would do but not wanting to push your luck with him yet. Yet being the key word. Sipping it you let one hand trial across his arm, you felt his face plant itself into your back and the purring begin. "I'm glad you like that." He grumbled but it was short.
"Mr. Bane, I finished the bunk modification you requested," Todo said zooming in.
"Bunk modifications?" You said craning your head to look at him.
He stood up keep you in his arm setting you down infront of him, "Go'look."
You arched an eyebrow but followed after Todo who complaining about not being an structural architect droid the whole way. The once two tier bunk was now sawed up and connected together on the floor making one large bed.
"Whatcha think?" he asked, there was an inflection in this voice of near excitement.
"I think when your cycle is over you are going to hate not having privacy, but I do like it much better then both of us sharing a tiny bunk."
"Der's a floor if I need space," he deflated broodingly noticing Todo had already brought in the trunk.
"It is almost time," Todo said looking you up and down with mild disgust, "Although I do not think she should be here until afterwards there is always next-"
"Leave," Bane growled, Todo tried to reason with him but the moment Bane's shoulders hunch Todo went running.
"Bane..." you said moving towards the wild postured man, you pressed your chest to his back letting one hand trial up his chest landing in the center of his chest, "take me to bed," you whispered feeling him come around with one arm and drag you towards the beds. Your fingers touched the hat reminding him. He grumbled sitting it on the peg on the wall.
"Anythin' else?"
You let your fingers trace his thin frame, "surprise me," you winked climbing into the bed watching him slowly peeling off things humorously making it a show out of it. Until he had nothing but his tooth pick.
"Like whatcha see?" He smirked.
You knew he was being serious as much as he was trying to hide it, you indulged him letting your eyes slowly trialed his form. Bane was perfectly lean, no real defined muscle but there was no denying his strength and ability, perfect even with faint traces of white healed scars here and there. You beckoned him forward with out one finger, letting your hands touch his cool skin trailing up his arms thumbing every scar down to his chest and thighs. Smiling at his silence as you look up into the red eyes peering down at you. You leaned up and took the toothpick from him mouth pulling into a full grin, "You're the best specimen I've ever seen," you watched him go taunt for a second before flicking the toothpick out of your mouth pulling you up further on the bed gripping your ass the whole way kneading it with the tips of his fingers, "I mean that," you said matter of factly cocking your head at him at the sudden stillness, "What?"
Bane looked at you how beautiful you were, "Yer smart 'nuff to know the buttons you're pushing."
Your hands trailed down the front of his perfect form, "You'd be the best mate for," Bane cut off the rest of the sentence with his mouth, "Hush lil lady," he breathed in between kisses.
"Cad Bane, scared of having kids?" you teased, you felt the vibrations of the low growl, "Or is just having grubs with me?" You whimpered when his teeth sank into your shoulder as his hands worked your pants pushing them down. The tip of his digit trialed it's way down to your clit coaxing it to want him as you felt his scent seep into the wound. You pushed down your pants further kicking them off wrapping your bare legs around his. Bane finally pulled off your shoulder, taking his hand off of your to rip the shirt up and off. You sheepishly grinned at him offering the other side and snapping your teeth at him, there wasn't a moment of hesitation from him. You squirmed hearing him moan as you marked him back, "hard'a," he breathed. You tighten your jaw against his neck feeling his tip coat your entrance with his slick before pushing his way in, "kark, woman," he breathed. You lifted your teeth just enough to let your tongue flicked the wound as he slammed into you, you repeated it until you dazed just wrapping your arms around his neck. Your eyes were barely opened as you stared up at him, every inch of your body burning. You released your hold on his legs as he moved up planting his knees next to your ass. Wearily you brought your finger to his mouth looking at the light green ooze on his fangs and swiped it. He stopped staring as you put it in your mouth watching your tongue explore the taste.
"Yer gonna be the death of meh," he mumbled entranced while he picked up the paced with renewed passion.
"Fuck," you groaned feeling his whole weight collide with your hips, you continued to mewl as his mouth ravished your one of breast as the other was kneaded but his fingers letting his forefinger and thumb tug here and there. Praise fell from your mouth gibberishly as he continued his hard pace. Every bump on his rubbed against the spot as he dragged out of you and then rubbed harder against it as he plunged back in. You fluttered around him trying to milk his out of him, "Cad.." you don't know why you referred to him by his first name it just slipped out but faintly you heard the purring start between the groans. You worked your fingers up his side until you were holding the base of his head, he bite down on your nipple and you cried out.
He took his mouth off moving upwards with his tongue until he was on the wound, tasting your life tainted with him. Logically he knew it was a bad idea but he couldn't help bursting in you, every inch of him frenzied by the wanted of you. He continued to work his seed in you listening to his watery thrust as you continued squishing against him coating both of you in your orgasms. "C a d," you screamed arching forward your hands burying themselves in the bed. He blinked as he filled you again. He twitched falling on his elbows shaking, the swell in his cock not subsiding.
"You okay...?" You whispered woozily feeling the twitch.
He rutted in you, " 'ya tell me." The bumps on his cock pushed against your walls feeling every coated ridge he painted. He brought his face to your neck inhaling you, the arousal hanging heavy to your scent. "Smells good," he murmured running his tongue up the front of your throat running it gently across your lips until you opened for him. Letting a little of his mark dripping into your mouth, groaning as he felt your tongue brush over his teeth. His cock twitched in you weeping more priming for around round, "Gehet da feelin we're gonna be here a while."
You let your fingers walk up his chest letting the mischievous glint glow in your eyes, "You better make the soreness worth it," letting your fingers trail to the very prominent bite marks, "For research purposes how much do like like being bit?"
A predatory smile graced his mouth as he offered your mouth a section lower then the initial bite, "Maybeh lil lady if ya nice, I'll let ya know."
You let your tongue trail down the wound to the new spot. Your body was a summer heat wave but his felt like the breeze of an autumn morning, you pulled him down onto your chest as using him to cool yourself as your teeth grazed his skin teasingly. You never in your wildest dreams could have imagined the physical connection to him even with his cruel, rude and ruthless behavior but it was like a ship and an engine needing each other. Finally biting him, he let out a low small raspy moan bucking into you. One hand held the side of his face while the other wandered across his cool back finding the slightest hint of toned muscle. You heard how you were wet when he pulled out and slammed back in, the wet squelch making you giggle forcing your need for him tighten pulling him back in. Bane pushed all the way in filling you complete and resting himself at the top, gently nudging it with his tip. Your mouth filled green as Bane started fucking you relentlessly gripping the top of the bed as support to keep you from breaking the connection. Your nails dug into his back trying to hold onto him as he slowly fucked you harder enough to start inching you up the bed until your head was nearly pressing into the wall.
Bane's cool fingers interlaced your hair to keep you from hitting the wall. Finally unhinging your jaw from him, he moved his mouth to yours tasting himself. He thrusted one more time stilling his slotted hips against yours, one finger moving to your clit giving it quick circles as his tongue swiped around your mouth.
"Kriff," you panted into his mouth.
Bane pulled back staring down at your half lidded expression and pupils blown wide almost consuming the color of your irises, "Dats it, wantcha to cum," he purred listening to his name fall pleadingly from your lips, "ain'tchu bein a good mate," he said very slowly started moving his hips.
"Cad..." your whole body was flooding heat threatening to rush down as your head started floating into the dizzy clouds. Your hands uncoiled themselves from him as the tension started rushing down, they fell limp lightly clenching the blankets. You looked down at where both of you were joined watching his finger work and his teal cock wetly slid in and out of you. A slightly click noise made you look up, "Watch meh," so you did, admiring the harsh cut of his cheek bones, the finely cut jaw and eyes that put fire rubies to shame. Your chest rose and fell hard and uneven as you didn't break eye contact with him.
He was correct and didn't stop until you convulsed on his cock and squirted all over his hand. He licked up your chest latching into your breast fucking you through your high until he painted your tight perfection with his desire again , "Drat." He removed himself, tucking himself back inside being letting himself fall for a second next to you, smiling at the blissful expression you were returning him. He got up grabbing the blankets from the trunk throwing them over you, turning the thermostat up just a couple degrees before crawling into bed pulling your back into his chest rubbing his olfactory senses into your neck, "Do ya need anythin," the little reptile part of his brain made him asked as he brought his arm down to your stomach covering it protectively.
"No," you hummed, "Do you like it when I say your first name?"
His hand temporarily moved down to your soaked thighs, "Ya tell me- Yes," he gridded out, his hand moving back your stomach.
"How do your hormones feel?" you asked.
"Still in meh cycle, if dats what ya mean."
"Still?" surprises laced your voice.
"Ya don' know what ya do to me, especially smellin like dis."
"Feared, lonesome, and audacious bounty hunter Cad Bane chasing a mere woman for a month instead of bounties? I can only theorize what I do to that magnificent brain of yours."
"Careful, I hav'a quick reload time on meh blasta," he leered back feeling your laugh through his hand.
You turned over facing him frazzling the Duros for a moment before he returned to an neutral state, "So... no one, for a month?"
"Dats what I said."
You made a small hmm noise bringing your face to his moving to whisper in his ear, "Maybe you should show me that reload time."
Bane carefully pulled off the blankets shoving them to the unused side of the bed, moving himself on top of you letting you look down as he extended his sizable cock. This time how fascinated you looked by him didn't bother him. He growled as your fingers found the ridges of his cock massaging each of them as you watch him twitch. His jaw clamped and his lip curled back exposing his teeth as he felt more blood pool to his cock making the color deeper and him harder, "Gonna keep teasin' me?" he growled.
You spread your legs as far apart as you could pulling his cock towards your entrance, sliding his tip up and down your opening watching his face contort, "I have to admit I was not meaning to tease I was simply testing a theory."
"An' what that be?" he said annoyed.
You pulled him into you, "If you cycle cares more about reproducing or making your mate happy."
He growled, "Could'a asked."
"What's the fun in that?" you poked.
Bane quickly snapped his hip into yours. Each thrust like the release of a blaster, violent, target practice quickly turning into a gun fight with the resolve to be the victor. As rough as he was being every touch of his hands were attentively finding what you liked and where you wanted him to touch you. One of his hands stayed on the side of your head caressing your cheek bone with his thumb the kneading your breast, the way the ridges of his cock rubbed against your pleasure spot drove both of you to the edge as you continued to clamp down on him. The way you moaned his name when you came was enough to cause that infernal purring to start that he could please you so easily. Bane continued to thrust as his warm ropes coated you, reverberating him as some of it pushed out. Bane watched the ecstasy across your face feeling your hips shake around him as he felt a wet sensation cover his abdomen. He felt pleased with himself for such a feat, if your reaction was any indicator it wasn't a common occurrence. He grabbed the blankets pulled it back over the both of you laying his head next to yours keeping himself inside. Your breathing was erratic, he tried to push himself up but you held him to your chest.
"I'm fine," you panted, your head still spinning and your lungs refused to comply with your need for oxygen.
"Woman, if I hurtin you-"
"Cad, you're not. Came-really-hard," you reassured weakly hearing a raspy grunt come from him.
His lip twitch, he wanted to pry himself up and look you over just to make sure but your mammalian warm was to irresistible. His hand stayed at your side as his thumb swiped over your hip as the other helped support his weight off of you. "Ya need to clean up," he groaned mentally calculating how long it's been, "Gehet ov'a with, soona come back to the..."
"Nest?" You suggested, "I'll be back," you said feeling him shift off of you. You reach down grabbing your discarded underwear using them to catch the leak as you waddled over the bathroom. Feeling it leak out, you blinked at how much came out. Bane really enjoyed himself, does he produce more on his cycle? If I asked him to be rougher could he or would his brain be to worried about harming me? Why is his cycle not satisfied? More questions filled your mind as you cleaned up. You forgoed the soaked underwear as you walked out already finding a pile of snacks and water laid out next to him on a tray along with his discarded clothes tucked into the bed. You rolled your eyes at the food and climbed in next to him as he pestered you to eat, he snaked his arm around your waist as you sat up to comply. Munching down assorted fruit and water he finally let you lay back down.
"Why isn't it satisfied?" you asked your hands learned his torso fingers edging towards the opening feeling him tense as you rested there. Bane's face rested at your neck and that was answer enough, "You're not worried?" you asked arching an eyebrow.
"Don' make me fill ya again til ya get some rest."
"That an offer?"
"Rest," he growled, prying himself out of the bed knowing it would be to tempting if he didn't get out, "Gonna heat soak," he said slipping on his pants. With your silence Bane strolled out of the room finding Todo in the kitchen making food.
"Oh good, lunch is almost done Mr. Bane."
"Leave da food outside the room, I'll take it in."
"What if it is cold by then?" Todo countered.
"Go in da room an' I'll fill ya full of holes."
"I take it your hormones have not leveled out?"
"What ya think?" He growled.
"I did try to warn you, Mr. Bane, that having her around this time would cause complications. You do have a bounty."
"Don' think I don' know dat?" He growled, "Spen' month lookin, found her wit 'notha man," he spat, "ain't 'bout to wait make'er mine."
"A couple more days wouldn't have killed you," Todo pointed out.
"Keep yapping, it might kill you," he threatened returning around heading back to the room finding your sleeping form curled up with his shirt in your face. He knew Todo had been right but the tiny warm sliver in his frozen heart had won against the logical choice.
He peeled his pants and climbed back into the bed feeling you stir, "Needa gehet more dis outta my system," he said flipping you onto your stomach bringing your knees up and setting a brutal pace causing you to be a moaning mess into the pillows. Both hands wrapped under you, one playing with your sensitive breast and the other resting on your stomach. He felt you pull yourself help where your back was against his chest your hands falling the back of his head. The position forced him to slow down, "Yes?" He asked.
"Can I not enjoy touching you if you're going to make wake up from a rest you ordered?" you asked feeling his thrust slow at the angle, "What's wrong, Cad?" you whispered.
"It's not gettin betta," he admitted stopping his shallow thrust.
"I'll be here until it does," you smiled leaning back down resting your hand on the one he had on your stomach. It was barely noticeable but you felt his cool skin flush just the faintest amount then wildly bucking into you. His cock was perfectly designed for you, the ridges of him pushing against your walls and rubbing against the perfect spot. "Fark... Cad," you drooled indignantly into the pillow.
"So close," he hissed, watching the jiggle against him. The combined wetness letting him glide tip to base in you, letting his tip kiss the top of you with every stroke. Pulling out he one armed flipped you over, sticking his cock back inside and his face in your neck inhaling the perfection of you for him. Bane's capable fingers dug into your flesh undoubtedly causing bruising as part of the contents of his cycle spilled into you. A mild wave of relief finely graced him. He wrapped his arm around you holding you tight to him as he brought the blankets back over your bodies.
"Did that one help?" You asked noticing the subtle shift in behavior, you felt the Duros nod as his tongue flicked over your neck. Laying their still you felt yourself drifting again, you groan knowing going back to sleep would be so simple. He nudged you back towards the water and assorted snacks, "Shouldn't I get cleaned up first?" Faintly you heard a warning growl. Rolling your eyes you gently pulled him off sitting up grabbing one of the assorted snacks to appease him. Faintly you could see hear Todo's thrusters in the hall way then something metal faintly touch the ground.
"Todo put something thing down in the hall," you said in-between bites, watching him get up and listen at the door for a moment before opening it grabbing the trays off the floor, "Really he couldn't bring them in?"
Watching Bane's face contort into a pointy tooth snarl, "No, you're mine. He doesn't get to see you."
"Possessive of me?" you questioned ignoring the warning signs that taunting him currently was a poor decision as his hand wrapped around your throat, ever so lightly applying pressure.
"Ya' mine," Bane's cool hand relaxing the dull ache starting while is other hand trialled down to where the spark of connection seeped, "Do I needa prove it'gen?" he relaxed seeing it, so full of meh.
"Can't make up your mind cowboy? Rest, eat, clean up, lay down?" you rolled your eyes sarcastically watching the ire fade into amusement as he set the food in front of you motioning towards it. Finishing the fruit, you started picking at the tray of food hearing him grunt about nutrition, "Can we go shower? I feel.. sticky," you said feeling your skin stick together. Bane gave you a small grunt taking the tray and setting it to the side before yelling at the poor droid to stay out of sight. Bane went before you in the hall making sure the droid got the message guiding you towards the decent shower. Embarrassed you felt him running down your leg. You managed to slide into the shower before him as it finally dripped on to the floor. Turning the warm water on you felt his cool presence pressing into your back side running his dexterous fingers down your side slowly crawling there way to your pleasure region burying his face into your neck inhaling your scent. Pressing his finger into you, you reached back grabbing his narrow hips holding him to you melting into his touch, “Are we not suppose to be getting clean?” You pointed out.
“Ya just to tempin for meh,” he grunted pulling his hand away.
You turned around wrapping your arms around his neck, “I wasn’t complaining, Bane,” you kissed his wounds softly feeling him uncomfortably tense up, “Ah,” you said pulling away with a small nod. You took down your arms and started scrubbing yourself as he just watched in silence.
“Dat it?” he asked.
“What?” You stammered looking back at him confused.
“Nuffin,” he said reaching for the soap.
Knocking it out of his hand, “Answer the question,” you commanded.
Bane backed you against the wall of the shower and loomed his tall body over you staring down, “I didn’ say ya had to stop.”
“Your cycle is ending, I am aware you do not like certain things-“ his tongue sliding into your mouth exploring every edge of your teeth, smirking at your loss for words. Slowly he retracted his tongue and moved downwards kneeling before you. Gently he bit your hip before putting himself face first onto your mound, his fingers dug into your thighs as he buried his face between your legs. Tongue pulsing against your clit he felt your weight shift into the wall, his hands shift up to your hips to steady you. Bane tasted himself doubling his effort until you were a moaning mess on his face, “Cad-“ you moaned your hands spreading to hold the side against the wall bracing yourself as your head lawled back into the wall. Bane grabbed you as you slumped forward one arm around your waist as the other one kneaded your plump warm to the touch ass.
“Can’ gehet’nuff of dat,” he mused, “gehet ya back to da nest, maybeh we can practice ya Durese.”
“You just want to see what my mouth is capable of,” you mussed pulling your body back together, “Maybe a real rest first,” you said your body feeling heavy and sluggish.
“Den ya gonna rest.”
“You’re going to rest with me.”
“Bhut-.”
“Bane. You’ve been… busy,” you smiled letting your fingers trial is pointed hip bones towards his opening, “You need to recover too. At least for s bit,” you smiled knowing his biology was going to let you win this, you saw his mouth narrow into a line hearing a faint ‘fine’ reply. You shut off the water taking him in, how the water made his skin even seem more beautiful. “Take time where on Duro, we’re going swimming,” you muttered forcing your eyes off his form, groaning when he twisted his torso barely noticeable to make the light catch the water highlighting him.
“Careful lil lady, push’meh an’ well go now,” he smirked grabbing the towels handing you one watching you wrap it modestly around yourself, “Don’ think ya like the consequences.”
“I still have to decide if you’re a good mate,” you smirked walking towards the bunk room hearing the sound of him grinding his teeth behind you, “Coming?”
“ ‘bout ta be more ways den one,” he hissed stalking you into the room, rest was the one thing on his mind after that.
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Tell Me Again.
Wolffe × Fem!Reader, new relationship
Word count: ~1700
MINORS BEGON 🔞
Contents and Warnings: n s f w 18+, Minors DNI, small fight resulting in minor cuts and bruises, vague hints of an abusive ex, fingering, counter sex, riding, unprotected PiV sex, Wolffe being protective of you, Wolffe being soft, Mando'a lesson. Fluffy smut, how nice.
Summary: After a fight with friends, you wear a few bruises with pride. Wolffe comes home for shore leave, and teaches you a few words in Mando'a while tending to your needs.
Mando'a used: Mesh'la (beautiful, pretty. Used as a pet name). Cyare (beloved, loved, popular. Used as an improper pet name, corrected by Wolffe). Cyar'ika (darling, sweetheart. Used as a pet name).
Author's notes: A continuation of the "Don't Stop on my Account" fic, which can be found [here].
Oh, to be in the hands of a hot man as you give him words of affirmation. This ended up in directions I didn't think it would, I was planning on it just being fluff, but then it became double smut, akin to the first of this series.
You'd gotten more used to the comings and goings of your favorite clone commander. Wolffe still kisses you when he leaves in the mornings, tells you how he looks forward to your next moment together. You've caught him trying to sneak out a few times since the first time you caught him, but you've succeeded in getting him to be more upfront about when he has to go for a while.
Your friends have been warning you again, however. "There's no guarantees." "We just don't want you to get hurt when he stops showing up." "There wouldn't be anyone to tell you if he died or not." "All you have is physical." "Honey just let him go, find a real man, not one of those credit a dozen toy soldiers."
You get into a full out fist fight with the one who calls Wolffe a toy soldier. It takes the others to separate you, you've never had that kind of impulse before but it made your blood boil and you couldn't help but wind up a punch. It's a new sensation for you, looking in your bathroom mirror and seeing the shiner and split in your lip.
You've come home with these in the past, but instead of the fear you felt in the past, you somehow feel proud of these marks. You got them defending the man you care about, and not from the one who was supposed to care about you.
You discard your top and pants, checking yourself for any major injuries. Few small bruises starting to bloom, some scraps, but all told nothing serious. You're about to turn on the water in the refresher when you hear the front door of your flat slide open.
"Mesh'la, you home?" There's a flutter in your chest at the sound of Wolffe's voice. Even among other clones, you feel like you could pick him out among them.
"In here!" You go to grab some concealer, but hesitate. These are badges of honor for you this time, why would you hide them? You turn around to stride out, but Wolffe is already there.
His eyes go from soft to shock, then anger, and for just a second you think it's aimed toward you. "Who did this? Who hurt you? I'll kill them."
You laugh, much to both of your surprise. He crossed to you, hands rough but surprisingly gentle around your face, "This isn't funny. You're hurt. Shoulda been here..."
"I got into a fight with someone because they called you a toy soldier, Wolffe. Trust me, they're worse off than I am."
You're starting to like this shocked face of his. Wolffe blinks down at you, really looking at the bruise around your eye, the pad of his thumb ghosting across your lip, just light enough to feel it. He takes your hands, looking at your bruised knuckles, smirking a little, "Kept your thumb out like I showed you?"
"Threw a mean punch like you showed me," you smirk up at him, and he gives you an impressed look as he sets his hands on your hips. "Like what you see Commander?"
Wolffe chuckles a little, kissing the corner of your mouth, "Of course Mesh'la, I'm lookin at you."
"What does that mean?" You try to steal a real kiss, but Wolffe pulls away a little with a husky chuckle and your breath hitches softly. You adore that sound.
"What does what mean?"
"Mesh'la... you call me that a lot, what does it mean?"
There it is again, that husky chuckle. This time, paired with kisses against your neck, making one hand grip the bathroom counter behind you as the other cards through the hair at the nape of Wolffe's neck. "It's Mando'a. Means beautiful. Pretty. It means you, Mesh'la."
You moan softly, lulling your head to the side as Wolffe sucks a hickey into your neck. He comes off you with a pop and blows on the newly forming dark spot. It makes you moan again, and your hips move forward in Wolffe's hands. "Is there a word for handsome?"
"Why? You wanna call me handsome?" Wolffe lifts you with ease and sets you on the edge of the counter. He moves forward a step and you open yourself for him, hooking your legs around his waist to bring him nearer. As his hand runs along your inner thigh, he answers you, "Don't know of one, Mando'a doesn't have gendered words like basic."
"Teach me..." your words are breathy already and he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Teach or touch?" There's two fingers stroking the front of your small clothes, making you whine, and Wolffe can't help a light laugh, "So tough a second ago, what happened?"
"Wolffe..." you whine again, hands holding his shoulders as your body shakes at even the touchs through thin fabric. You're starting to ache, needing more, "Do both, but touch first, please, touch first..."
"Kriff... you're wet, soaked through your panties already?" when you nod at his words, Wolffe walks his fingers under the thin fabric and presses a finger directly to your swollen clitoris. You jump, and he laughs, the rumble low in his throat, "no fight left?"
His fingers start to work you slowly, swirling your slick through your folds. Wolffe's going slow on purpose, you can tell, but it feels so good you don't want to rush him. It feels like a reward.
There's desperation creeping into your voice, your hips move forward to meet Wolffe's hand, "More..."
"More what, Mesh'la?" But he knows, he's already giving you what you desire. His hand moves lower within your folds, touching your entrance with teasing strokes before two fingers dip into your slick waiting walls, "This what you wanted pretty girl?"
Wolffe kisses the side of your head as you lean forward into his chest. His thumb works your clit as his fingers curl and pump inside you. "Wolffe... oh- mmm... Wolffe..." your legs open a little wider for him, and you close your eyes as you lean against his chest. You're panting hard, fast breaths as he brushes that sweet spot within and you see stars.
Your climax hits suddenly, and as you cry out, Wolffe's arm caresses the back of your head. He holds you safely against him as your legs tremble, clenching on his fingers as his movements slow. You're so dizzy, head light in ecstatic pleasure. You finally get a kiss out of Wolffe, a proper one. It hurts for a moment, but you've wanted that kiss since you saw him in your doorway, it was worth the wait.
"What's... what's Mando'a for "you are loved"?"
There's a pause, before Wolffe speaks softly to you, kissing your shoulder and neck as punctuation, "Cyare. Beloved... sometimes used for popular."
When his hand leaves your folds, you're worried that maybe you pushed those words too soon, but as he lifts you from the counter and removes your small clothes, you know it's anything but. Wolffe carefully lays you onto your bed, then dofts the rest of his clothing to lay beside you. He doesn't mount right away this time, not like you'd become accustomed to. No, his hands trail down, eyes following, tracing patterns onto your skin.
You tangle your legs with his, closing what little gap there was, and palm his length, pumping the stiff length in your hand. Wolffe growls and stops your hand, looking into your eyes, "Why'd you ask that?"
"If I can't call you handsome, I want to call you loved, because that's what you are, Cyare." Your cheeks are hot when you say it, but you know it's true.
"That's not how you say that."
"Did I pronounce it wrong?"
"Yes, but you're going for the pet name, yeah?" You nod, and can't help but find this whole thing endearing you further to him. A man of his word, he touched first, and taught second. "It'd be cyar'ika, then. Adding "'ika" makes it an endearment."
"Then I love you, Cyar'ika."
There's hope in his eyes, soft, loving hope, as if he'd convinced himself you were playing a joke on him when you'd said it before. "Tell me again."
You move on him, getting on top of Wolffe and straddling his hips. His hands rest on your thighs, and you share a moan as you take in his length until you're seated flush against him. "I love you, Cyar'ika."
As you swivel your hips, panting again already, the Commander watches from below. He looks dazed, eyes not leaving your face, there's disbelief and pleasure there, "Again."
"I love you."
You start to bounce on him a little, rolling your hips, clenching tight around his length, hands pressed to his chest for support. Wolffe bites his bottom lip and bucks into your tight walls, drawing a cry from your lips. Your repeat yourself again, "I love you."
As you bounce on Wolffe's length, you repeat the words over and over, gripping his chest hair, your legs shaking as you climax again. Wolffe isn't far behind you, with a few more hard thrusts his hips buck sporadically until he grunts, spending himself within your walls. You fall onto his chest, panting with him as he puts his arms around you in a protective embrace.
Wolffe is quiet for a moment after. You've since returned to your sides, your back pressed into his chest, his arms secure around you, legs tangled together. He presses a kiss to the cone of your ear, whispering, "You mean that..?"
As you turn your head to see him, you steal a kiss before he can pull away to spare your split lip. "I love you Wolffe. I love you, and I mean it."
Wolffe kisses you properly, still careful of the split in your lip. His hands rub your back, the curve of your hip, he's careful with you in a way he hadn't been before. He doesn't say it in words, but his actions tell you for him. Wolffe loves you too. As he nuzzles your heads together, tucking you close to him, he whispers a word you know now, and it makes you smile against his shoulder, "Cyar'ika..."
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Hello :>
I wanted to request a fox × trans male reader,I really would like soft fox and just maybe naked cuddling and/or reader having there first good sexual experience since they had a trouble non specified past? It would mean a lot to me <3
Handsome Man (Fox x Trans Male Reader)
Word count: 1851
Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, naked cuddling, use of safewords\hand signals (maybe not expertly, but they’re trying), oral sex (both receiving), unprotected sex, reader’s first time, reader with troubled past (not specified, but tried to keep the communication open between both as a way of maintaining safety)
A/N: established relationship, I really hope I did this justice, I did not want to make too many assumptions and tried to work with the information above so I hope this is okay
Fox had been with you for months now. You hadn’t ever met a man quite like him. He had seemed pretty reserved in the beginning, but he opened up to you fairly quickly once he got comfortable. He found solace in your time together and he made you feel safe and cherished. He knew about your life and accepted you as you were. He had a kind strength that made your heart thump and you knew how to make him smile.
Today was planned, for the most part. Fox felt that talking about sex and boundaries beforehand was important and while you’d known some people who would argue it would ruin the spontaneity, you and Fox agreed that knowing what you were getting into was a much better route. Now that it was today, you felt excited nervousness. You spent the first part of the day together catching up after a few days apart and grabbing lunch before returning to your apartment and sitting on the couch. You cupped his face and started kissing him. A soft kiss turned into dancing tongues gliding together.
“Cuddle,” he mumbled between kisses. “Bed. Naked?”
You nodded and enthusiastically replied, “yes!”
You both waddled down the hallway in each other’s embrace, still kissing each other. Your shirts went flying off, kiss, stepping out of trousers, kiss, socks and underwear off until you were both standing next to the bed, hands running down each other’s backs, holding each other close.
“Wow,” you said under your breath. He was incredibly attractive, strong body, dark eyes filled with love, looking at you like you were everything to him.
“Wow is right,” he added, kissing you lightly. You blushed, realizing he was taking in your form just as you were his. “You’re perfect in every way.”
He sat down on the bed and gently pulled you down with him. You sat next to each other for a moment of anxiousness before you decided to lay down. He moved to join you, lying face-to-face. He kissed your nose to make you smile. You kissed him on the lips and moved further into his arms. You could feel your body respond to his and he was clearly enjoying himself, but you needed at least a few minutes to get comfortable naked in front of him.
As if he read your mind, he quietly said, “We don’t need to do anything we’re both not ready for. Let’s just lay here awhile.”
“I’d like that,” you replied.
You so badly wanted to feel him on you, under you, on top of you, completely intertwined with you, but this felt amazing.
“Can I hold you,” he asked hopefully.
You felt your heart pound in your chest and said, “yes,” opting to be the little spoon this time. You felt Fox curl his body against yours, leaving kisses along your shoulder and neck. You sighed and felt his calm breathing. He reached his hand around to hold you close like you were the most treasured being in the galaxy. His body kept yours warm and you relaxed, moving your legs to rest against his and feeling your back curl further into his chest. He simply held you and eventually, you drifted off to sleep. He kissed your neck one more time before dozing off himself, joining you for a nap.
You woke up a half hour later, still in his arms. You tried not to stir too much, but took a deep breath and felt him wake up. He hummed and caressed your arm while kissing your shoulder.
“That was nice,” he said.
You rolled over to face him. “Yes it was.” You ran your hands up and down his chest before caressing his cheek and softly kissing his lips. You felt your body wake up quickly in his arms now that you were more comfortable. He kissed you back, gently at first, then leaving the lightest, most playful nibbles on your lower lip. You took in a deep breath, kissing him deeply, feeling him snake his arm around you and loosely intertwine a leg with yours. His tongue danced with yours, leaving the most delicious, molten touches in your mouth. You wondered what his tongue would feel like on the rest of you, feeling a warmth surge through your body aching, pulsing for him. You wondered what he tasted like, wanting to make him feel good. His body responded equally. He pulled away and left a few more kisses on your lips.
“Do you want more,” he asked.
You nodded and he paused to look at you.
“Color?”
“Green.”
“Good,” he paused to kiss your fingertips, briefly sucking on the last one he kissed and giving you a wicked grin. “A first time should be memorable. You should definitely come first.”
You felt a rush of excitement at the playful look in his eyes. He took his time, not moving down your body too quickly, one hand loosely on the crook of your neck and one hand on your back before reaching down to your ass and leg. You kept your hands on his shoulders, hanging on as he kneaded and squeezed, using just the right amount of pressure. He gently pushed you on to your back and left open-mouthed kisses across your chest and down your torso. He left breathy kisses on your thighs and ran his hand over your torso. You reached for his hand and he took it, reminding you it was Fox and you, no one else mattered right now.
“I’ve got you,” he said reassuringly. “Handsome man.”
He licked his lips and could feel the heat coming off your body as he settled between your legs. He started with his fingers, lightly ghosting your skin before following each movement with little kisses. He grinned at the quiet moan you let you before taking you in his mouth. He let his tongue slide up and down, teasing your tip. You felt overcome with sensations. It felt amazing. He squeezed your hand soothingly and looked up at you while he sucked you off. He started slowly moving his head up and down, not rushing, easing you into the feeling and creating a glorious friction beneath the slick of his mouth. Your breaths sounded more like gasps as bursts of soft electricity shot through your body. You smiled when you noticed him rut into bed, getting himself worked up over watching you throb with pleasure under his enthusiastic attention. He took in every inch of your velvety skin, pausing to kiss, lick, and suck all he could. You whined when he started to tease you a little and he took you back in his mouth. He felt you relax more despite your approaching climax.
“That’s it,” he softly encouraged. You squeezed his hand and ran your other hand through his hair as he continued to take you in his mouth. You let your head fall back and knees fall further apart, opening yourself to him even more, feeling seen and loved. You felt him hum and it was enough to send you over the edge.
“Fox,” you cried as you came. You could feel him smile as he continued to elicit every vibration he could. He stayed there, kissing your thighs as you came down from your high. You looked at him and saw the biggest smile on his face, licking his lips. He crawled up to hold you again, kissing your forehead and nuzzling his nose against your cheek. He held you as you caught your breath, rubbing your back. You rested your head on his chest.
“That was amazing,” you said, unsure of how else to describe it. He smiled and placed a firm kiss on your temple.
After a few moments, you couldn’t help but notice he had clearly not finished.
“Now what about you,” you asked with a grin. “I could learn to use my mouth. No time like the present.”
“If you’re comfortable with that?”
“Green,” you affirmed.
“Green,” he said as he moved to sit up against the headboard.
You kneeled between his legs, rubbing his thighs and kissing the tender skin between them. You decided to keep it simple. You hadn’t done this before and he was very aroused so you knew it wouldn’t take too much. He whined when he felt your hot breath on him and you smiled at the idea you could make him whine. You licked his velvet skin up and down and left a few kisses before taking him in your mouth. The feeling was exhilarating. He was already falling apart. You were in love with every part of him and the idea that you could make him feel this good was a complete turnon.
You started to bob your head as you reached around to give his ass some little squeezes. Fox moaned, put a hand around the back of your head, and started thrusting lightly into your mouth.
You quickly tapped his thigh, signaling for him to take his hand away and slow down. Despite being told to slow down, Fox stopped completely, not risking it.
You pulled away just enough to speak. “If feels like too much,” you said. “You can thrust a little or put your hand on my head. Both together feels too confining.”
“I’m sorry, love,” he replied. “I got a little carried away. Too much too fast?”
You nodded, thinking of an earlier conversation about your boundaries. “I thought it would be okay, but now that we’re here it’s too much.”
“I’m sorry, love” he said again. “Hold my hand instead?”
You nodded and held his hand before taking him into your mouth again, bobbing your head, and reaching around with your one free hand to hold his ass. You loved the way he tasted and the little grunts he made. Your heart fluttered in the knowledge you were bringing him to bliss. You slathered him with your tongue and tried to lightly suck the tip before taking him again. You felt him squeeze your hand just before he came. You kept taking him in your mouth, using gentler licks and slowing down as he floated down from his high.
You moved back next to him and laid down, pulling him down with you, letting him rest his head on your chest. Kissing his forehead left you both feeling a sense of happiness and calm and he kissed the spot on your chest just below his lips.
He looked up at you, a bit unsure. “You okay? I’m sorry about earlier.”
“I’m more than okay,” you replied. “That's why we have cues.” You didn’t quite have the words, but knowing he respected your needs made you feel so secure, so safe.
“I love you,” he said while tracing circles on your skin.
“I love you too,” you replied, kissing the top of his hand and holding him closer. You stayed in bed the rest of the afternoon, lazily cuddling until you decided to get up and shower together.
“Let’s just order delivery,” Fox suggested. “More alone time and no cooking.”
“I love that idea.”
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I'm sorry if this is a repeat! It said something went wrong with my ask when I tried to send it!
Congratulations on 150 followers! That is quite a feat to accomplish and deserves celebrating. Have some confetti!
I have a request for Rex. SFW or NSFW is up to your discretion and if you want to ignore altogether, you can. No worries!
How about a fic with an introverted reader who's more reserved with Rex in terms of affections in public, and not only because of GAR regulations? She might snuggle into his side, hold his hand, hug and kiss when no one's looking, but that's it. Maybe she starts feeling a little insecure over how Rex might feel about it (probably because she sees other girls hanging all over his men at 79's/maybe someone tried to flirt with Rex because it's not obvious that they're together) and they have a heart-to-heart.
Like I said, you can ignore this if you want. It's just that I've read quite a few fics with readers who are much more extroverted and forward with Rex in the PDA department. Haven't read many with us more introverted type girls. Just because we're a little stiff in public doesn't mean we don't get wild for our special someone behind closed doors.
Hi Nonnie!! Thank you so much for asking this, and thank you for celebrating with me! Honestly, I loved this ask, and I completely got carried away. I accidentally wrote 1500 words and I probably could have easily written another 1000 more if I had time. I also haven't written for Rex in ages (a crime!), and I missed it! This was very personal, so thank you for trusting me with this request. I hope I did it justice!
Pairing: Rex x F!Reader
Warnings: Feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy, Jealousy, Sexual themes/implied sex
You and Rex have been dating for a few months now, and it’s been - well - a dream. He was everything you had ever hoped for and more in a partner. Rex was kind, he was caring, he was unbelievably handsome, and he was charming in his own sweet and occasionally awkward way. Even with your busy schedules, he always made time for you with date nights out on Coruscant and surprise flowers while he was away. You thought that the GAR would be more concerned about one of their high-ranking clone officers having a relationship with a civilian mechanic, but you quickly learned that there weren’t any rules against it. If anything, Anakin and Ahsoka had been almost helpful - almost. Rex told you later that the Jedi had teased him so badly about his obvious crush that Obi-wan finally begged him to ask you out so it would stop distracting “those two impossible children”.
The only thing that worried you about your relationship had almost nothing to do with Rex. If anything, it was your problem. You were more introverted. You always have been. You had your close friends and didn’t mind getting to know new people if the situation was right, but you rarely put yourself out there, except for that one time that Fives forced you to do karaoke with him, and you swore that your cheeks burned red with embarrassment for a week. Up until now, you’d never considered it a fault. Being introverted made you careful, thoughtful, and caring, all traits you loved about yourself. And, of course, Rex had never made you feel anything less than special, but you were starting to worry if you made him feel special enough. Your reserved nature meant you had trouble expressing your feelings for him, especially in public. When you were on duty, the two of you hovered near each other but always kept it professional. Even when you were able to relax, like out at 79’s with the other members of the 501st or on brunch dates to Dex’s, you would steal a kiss in a quiet moment, lean against him in the booth, or hold his hand under the table, but that was the extent. Sometimes, you would watch him laughing along with his brothers, whose partners sat on their laps and hung around their necks, and you wondered if it was enough - if you were enough.
Tonight was one of those nights. Despite the loud music of 79’s, Rex’s hand occasionally grazing your knee, and the antics of Torrent Company, you couldn’t shake this feeling of being too shy. And now, as if you weren’t already feeling insecure, you had a front-row seat to the cute waitress flirting with Rex. You couldn’t fault her. How could Rex not catch her eye? With his close-cropped blonde curls, the tight compression shirt that covered his top half, his cool smile, and his kind manners, Rex stood out, even in a bar full of clones. She had spotted him the moment she came to wait on your table. And the beautiful young woman had made her intentions clear, been dropping hints all night about being single while her lingering eye contact progressed to gentle touches of his shoulder. Now your stomach twisted as she ran her hand along his arm, asking if he needed another drink. You wished you were bold enough to kiss him right in front of her, but even as badly as you wanted to, you knew you couldn’t. Instead, you looked away.
“I’m all set.” Rex gave a nod to the beautiful woman before he leaned back away from her.
Under the table, his hand found yours and gave you a small squeeze. He nodded to Jesse, who quickly jumped in and began chatting with the waitress.
Later that night, you couldn’t shake the image. Even as Rex wrapped himself around you in bed, his breath hot on your neck and his hands on your hips, you couldn’t close your eyes without seeing how her hand grazed him.
“Rex,” You whispered his name into the darkness.
“Hmm.” The groggy syllable was quickly followed by a kiss to the back of your neck as if he had been drifting and just remembered where he was.
“Rex, can I ask you a question?”
“Course.” The reply came quickly. Rex was awake now.
“Does it bother you I’m not…I’m not more extroverted?”
The question came out in a tumbling exhale. As you took another breath, you held it and chewed on your lip while you waited for a response. Behind you, the mattress shifted and Rex coughed as he began to stutter.
“I’m… uh… you’re going to have to give me more than that, mesh’la.”
You could hear him running his hand along the back of his head, and your heart panged at the nervous tic. You loved him, truly and deeply.
“It’s just… that waitress at 79’s was really flirty tonight, and I’m not mad. I don’t blame her. Like, look at you. You deserve to be flirted with and doted on and all that PDA. I wish I could do that, but it’s just not me, and you… you deserve more.” You stumbled over the words. They felt heavy and tilted as you tried to form them, but you knew you had to get them out. Rex deserved more, and he should understand that.
“Is that what you think, mesh’la?” Rex’s arms found you as he sank in close behind you once again, wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight against him. “That you’re not enough for me?”
“You deserve more.” The floodgates were open, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. “You’re incredible, Rex. You deserve someone who shows you in all the ways, someone who’s brave enough for public displays of affection, and that’s not me. I wish I could, but I’m never going to be the girl that’s sitting on your lap at 79’s or making out with you in a dark corner.”
“Thank the Maker.” Rex snorted into your shoulder. “Far too much risk of running into Fives or Jesse there.”
“I’m serious, Rex.”
“I am too.”
You sighed. He didn’t get it.
“Hey,” Rex reached and turned on your bedside light. “Look at me, mesh’la.”
You turned to face the man you loved. He laid his arm out so you could tuck your head in his elbow. The dim light caught his deep brown eyes, and the marbled flecks twinkled as Rex stared at you. His look was serious, but a soft smile settled across his face as he studied your features.
“I… I know what I deserve.” Rex chose his words carefully. “And I know what I want. And I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you. I love our moments. I love that we can check in with each other over a glance and that when you squeeze my hand, you’re saying I love you. I don’t want big displays. I want you. Don’t I deserve what I want?”
“Yes,” You glanced down at the crumpled covers between you.
It was true. You also loved how your eyes always found his, even in a crowded room. You loved your own special language of unspoken words and connections. The doubt that had gnawed at you from the inside out began to abate. You’d never met anyone more clear-headed than Rex, and no one deserved what they wanted more than Rex. Time and time again, he always made it clear that what he wanted was you.
“Well then,” He placed the knuckle of his index finger under your chin and slowly tilted your head back up towards him. “What’s the problem then?”
“I guess there’s none.” You gently shrugged.
“That’s what I thought.”
His hand moved from below your chin and unfurled itself as he clasped your cheek. You leaned into his palm, savoring its heat. Gently, he guided your face up to meet his.
Rex’s lips found yours softly at first, meeting your kiss at the same time you were washed over with a grateful feeling for his love. You had found someone who understood you and saw you for all that you were. Someone as incredible as Rex. The kiss deepened as his hands fell to your hips. You met him as that grateful feeling turned into a breathless need.
“You have to know how much I want you.” He rasped as he dug his fingers into your skin.
“I do, Rex.” You pecked his lips one more time before you pulled away.
With a hand on his shoulder, you gently pushed on Rex’s broad chest until he rolled onto his back. You sat up and swung your leg over to straddle him, grinding against him as you moved. You could feel him start to harden against you. Rex’s eyes flashed as his hands found your hips again, pulling you even tighter as he instinctively searched for friction. You leaned down to whisper in his ear.
“Now, let me show you how much I want you.”
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Look at her
Pairings: Crosshair x Fem!Reader, bit of Cody x Fem!Reader (no clone x clone), she/her pronouns used
Tags/warnings: Explicit 18+, minors DNI, smut, slight praise, very slight degradation, some dom vibes from Crosshair and Cody, basically two pretty guys thirsting over you while you’re lying splattered, reader is naked, clit rubbing, voyeurism, exhibitionism. Some male masturbation. This fic is not clone x clone, it never has been and it will not be. The clones in question do not display attraction to each other, only to the reader. If the threesome is not your cup of tea, please do not read.
Word count: 887
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@seriowan @kimageddon I still don't know how to accurately thank you as well as all the others who always show me love and support. You guys mean the world to me
You felt bare and small underneath both of their gazes, looking up at them from the large bed as they stared hungrily down at you. Crosshair had that smug smirk planted on his face, the proud little bastard chewing on a toothpick as he rounded the bed to approach you.
“Look how pretty she is,” Crosshair told Cody, his voice a smooth, velvety sound brushing over you as he trailed gloveless hand up your thigh, dangerously close to your already dripping cunt. His smirk widened when he saw you shiver, your innocent gaze looking up at him, so endearing and sweet. “Isn’t she delightful?”
The other commander resisted the urge to lick his lips, though it was still more than obvious how much he craved you. Cody’s eyes trailed over you from head to toe; you could feel his gaze stopping at your breasts, at your glistening folds, his chest heaving the tighter his codpiece got.
“I see what you mean,” he said.
A dark chuckle escaped Crosshair as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself to cradle your body from under you; you sat on top of him, legs spread wide to give Cody the full view while Crosshair controlled you from behind, the plastoid of his armor pressing onto your back.
“And she’s a good girl too,” Crosshair continued. “My little slut, always there to help me blow off steam when I need it.”
With one hand, he gently pressed on your cheeks and turned your face so you’d be looking at him, as he stared seductively into you with those piercing eyes of his.
“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He purred, the other end of the toothpick barely pressing onto your lower lip.
“Yes,” you whimpered, giving a little nod. “Yes, commander.”
Crosshair groaned at your response, and though you weren’t looking at Cody, you heard him curse in his native language below his breath before he removed his codpiece to release some of the tension growing between his legs.
Your cheeks squeezed just a bit more, and Crosshair inched in closer ever so slightly, satisfaction flooding his eyes.
“Such a good little girl,” he said. “You’re going to show commander Cody how pretty you look when I make you cum, aren’t you?”
As he spoke, Crosshair freed your cheeks and let his hands explore your body. One of them went to cup and massage your breasts, while the other one slithered down your torso until it was teasing at your clit. A sharp gasp emerged from you when he slid his fingers over the wetness of your cunt, rubbing slow circles over your pearl.
“Yes…” you whined out your answer.
“Good,” Crosshair smirked again. “Now look at him.”
You did as he said and rested your gaze on him, your lips pouting as you felt the sweet heat pooling between your legs. You swore you were swaying closer to your climax faster than usual, a result of having not one, but two commanding officers lusting after you.
Crosshair rolled the toothpick over his lip and spat it out, leaving his mouth free to nibble softly at your earlobe, having you whining in seconds. You knew you were dangerously close, and you wouldn’t even make the effort to be quiet or discreet.
Your eyes were still on Cody’s, wordlessly beckoning him to come close to you. You felt Crosshair smirking into your skin as his rubbing on your clit got faster, your body trembling against his, and when Cody was next to you, your lips parted, tongue very slightly hanging out.
Cody took his thumb over to your mouth and slightly brushed your bottom lip. You took his thumb into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked on it, making him growl as he had to palm himself with his free hand. You were everything he had expected and better, and you were barely even started.
He had to force himself to a stop, not wanting to peak ahead of time; he removed his thumb from your mouth, hearing you moan out loudly as Crosshair applied the perfect pressure on your clit.
You felt Crosshair’s hips rutting against your behind, his codpiece no doubt having gotten too tight for him too. You felt his length throbbing even through the plastoid of his codpiece, and little groans left him as he sucked and nibbled at your neck.
The sensations on your skin, your breasts, and your clit were perfect—sweet, hot, sensual. Cody watched you with lust, Crosshair pushed you closer to your orgasm, until in seconds you were finally there, your body squirming in Crosshair’s grip as your pleading eyes stared into Cody’s, whining and moaning in bliss.
“Good girl,” Crosshair whispered into your ear as you came down from your high, feeling his lips planting tender kisses along the side of your face.
His soft kisses were contrasted by the swift way in which he removed his codpiece and threw it aside, his lips curving into a devious little grin as you turned to look at him.
You realized he was planning nothing but filth for you. He and Cody would definitely be having their way with you that night.
Crosshair’s gaze made you quiver, your mind racing as you tried to predict what he’d say.
“Who do you want first, baby girl?”
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