#clone wars smut

[decembermidnight]

Don't lose your focus

Summary: As a Jedi Padawan fighting during the Clone Wars, you and your Master are used to teaming up with Clones. But none are as intriguing as Clone Force 99 and their leader, Sergeant Hunter. Sparks fly immediately and it's difficult to keep your focus. With the mission complete, perhaps the two of you will finally give in and indulge in your desires...

Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!fem!reader

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: smut, 18+ MDNI, Dom!Hunter, use of pet names (sweetheart), shameless flirting, mentions of alcohol consumption, masculinity kink, voice kink, light choking, hand kink, body worship, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm delay, creampie

A/N: This is the result of me watching The Bad Batch while ovulating. This is (probably) not how the Force works but your honour I was horny. Thank you to my dear @thefrogdalorian for the immense help and support! I love you so much! Amazing divider by @saradika-graphics At the end of the fic you'll find the links to some amazing Hunter fanarts I found here on Tumblr! These were such an inspiration when writing and I wanted to thank and credit the artists for creating such amazing pieces!

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Another day, another dangerous mission in the Outer Rim.

Nothing new for you and your Master who are used to leading these missions successfully. The only difference is that this time you'll be assisted by Experimental Unit Clone Force 99. It’s the first time you even heard about them, but your superiors assured you they’re best suited for this job. A highly-skilled squad of defective clones with desirable mutations? Sounds interesting.

Apparently, The Bad Batch, as they call themselves, despise rules and protocol and adopt unusual methods to get the job done… Much like you and your Master.

Their ship has just made a bumpy landing on the field, causing a fuss. You watch curiously as the squad descends the ramp. There are four of them, and they undoubtedly look badass in their black armour.

The first one – their leader, you assume – removes his helmet and... damn. Damn. He's hot, with a confident look in his deep brown eyes. He also has long, wavy, dark hair; a feature which has always been a weakness of yours. His face is half covered in a tattoo that resembles a skeleton. He's undoubtedly the most charming of the Batch, and also the most attractive clone you’ve ever come across.

“I’m Sergeant Hunter,” he rasps as he greets you and your Master. His voice is deep and husky, very different from those of all the other clones you’ve met so far.

After introducing himself, Hunter moves to quickly describe the peculiarities that make each of the members of the team unique. As you stand back to observe them, you can’t help thinking just how much fun they are. Wrecker (the strong one) is getting reluctantly lectured by Tech (the smart one) while Crosshair (the laconic and lethal sniper) stands there in silence. He reminds you of your Master so much.

As much as you enjoy observing the rest of the squad, you find your gaze returns to Hunter, the clone with enhanced senses. You are unable to tear your eyes away from him. You know you have to keep it together, but you can’t help eating him with your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his body, on the way his pauldrons make his shoulders even broader, how much the black colour of his armour suits him. 

You have just begun fantasising about the way his strong body would look without the armour when you notice Hunter staring directly at you. Busted. You lock eyes for a few seconds and you just know that he understands the nature of the thoughts you’re having about him. Then, your pounding heart skips a beat when Hunter winks at you. It is a split-second gesture that is over so quickly amidst the chaos of the conversation, a little secret between the two of you. You smile flirtatiously at him in response.

The whole group begins heading towards their ship, The Marauder. While the rest of the Batch and your Master head up the ramp towards the ship that will take you to the rendezvous point, you and Hunter pause at the bottom.

“I’m afraid I haven’t caught your name, sweetheart?” Hunter asks, breaking the silence with his deep, raspy voice.

"I am a Jedi, not a sweetheart," you point out teasingly and look at him with crossed arms, trying to sound tough.

"A Padawan," he reminds you with a smirk on his face.

You watch curiously as Hunter takes your braid – the unmistakable sign of your rank as an apprentice – between his fingers. He gently rolls it between his gloved finger and thumb contemplatively as his brown eyes meet your gaze once again. 

"I technically outrank you, Sergeant," you say, challenging him.

"You do, Commander," Hunter nods, but makes no effort to move his hand away from your braid, or to interrupt eye contact.

Hunter can tell that you don’t mind the gesture. As if to push the boundaries further, he moves his hand from your braid to gently place it on your cheek. The leather of his glove feels soft against your face. You are stunned that a seasoned soldier such as him can actually be so gentle in the way he touches you.  

You can feel the tension coming from the two of you, a simmering fire somewhere deep within. It's only a matter of time before it boils over. You look at each other straight in the eyes, neither one of you daring to look away.

Just as you're about to tease him with yet another witty reply, you hear the sound of footsteps at the top of the ramp.

"Hey, Hunter, are you gonna come with us or what?!" Wrecker shouts, abruptly interrupting your shameless flirting.

"On my way," Hunter replies, without breaking eye contact with you.

His intense gaze lingers on you for a few more seconds before he looks at you apologetically and turns to head up to the ramp and onto the Marauder.

As soon as Hunter turns away from you, you realise just how hard your heart is thundering in your chest. His gaze was so intense that it made you forget to breathe properly. So much for the Jedi breathing techniques. It turns out if there is a handsome man with dark eyes flirting with you, they lose all effectiveness. You take a deep breath, filling your burning lungs with oxygen. 

When you enter the ship, you are still trembling. As you take a seat next to your Master, you try to ignore his accusatory glare. You feel his eyes burning into your soul as the guilt threatens to overwhelm you, even though nothing too scandalous happened.

As the Marauder enters hyperspace, your Master takes a seat on the cold metallic floor in an isolated area of the ship. Meditating before battle is a ritual he always follows and you immediately join him. It can help you shift your focus back to where it should be – on the mission. Only, you can't focus. 

Instead of your mind becoming one with the Force, you're highly attuned to the actions of the members of the squad. It is as though you can see them as if you were standing before them: Tech studying the holo-maps, Crosshair cleaning his sniper rifle, Wrecker taking a nap, and of course, Hunter. He is mindlessly playing with his vibroknife as he slouches on a crate. 

You are entranced by the way his fingers move across the handle and the blade. Maker, the movement of his hand and fingers – you can't focus on anything else as he makes the knife masterfully swirl between them. There's something so erotic about the way he plays with it. Your mind wanders to think about his hands roaming on your body, slipping between your thighs, skillfully rubbing your clit. You fantasise about how quickly Hunter would make you come, how hard your orgasm would be as it tore through you, leaving you a trembling wreck.

Your focus then goes to his muscular thighs. Hunter’s legs are spread wide and he looks so effortlessly masculine. The aura of confidence he radiates as he comfortably sits there, taking up the entire crate as he lounges on top of it, gives you even more thoughts that are unbecoming of a Padawan. It makes you almost dizzy with want as you think about how much you want to straddle him and ride him into ecstasy.

“Are you done?” your Master’s cold voice interrupts your filthy train of thought with a brief and concise message through the Force.

He heard your thoughts. Each and every single one. Your Master caught you red-handed. How embarrassing.

You are too mortified to even mumble an apology, through the Force or otherwise. Instead, you sit there wishing you could be anywhere else in the galaxy as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and pull your hood up to hide your flustered face in your cape.

Luckily, before the awkward moment can continue for any longer, Tech announces the imminent jump out of hyperspace. You still cannot bear to make eye contact with your Master, shrinking into your blessedly baggy cape as you begin the descent into the planet’s atmosphere...

The mission was a success – you and your Master worked your magic with the precious support of Clone Force 99. What seemed like a desperate operation, turned out to be an extremely important victory for the Republic. Training with your Master has been so hard, but damn did that pay off. You slayed all your enemies elegantly and effortlessly, just like he taught you. The whole Bad Batch congratulated you two. Wrecker was especially impressed, electing the two of you as his favourite Jedi. What an honour. Hunter also invited you and your Master to celebrate the victory by having a drink all together in a cantina.

Just as you’re about to enter the cantina and join the Bad Batch, your Master calls your name. You stop in your tracks, scared that he might reprimand you for the way you acted today. You begin panicking and thinking back to what happened in guilt…

When you and your Master had taken off your heavy capes before engaging in battle, you noticed Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were wearing a skin-tight dark suit, after all.

It was a fact you decided to exploit after Hunter had given his squad their orders for the mission. You walked away swaying your hips, making sure you gave him a great opportunity to look at your ass. You remember how you could feel his eyes glued to it. You could also feel his desire for you. It was impossible for him to hide; it permeated him, radiated from him. Maker, you love making him crumble.

You think back to the way Crosshair rasped, "Hunter, don't lose your focus.”  You are certain that is what your Master is about to scold you for.

Instead, you watch in shock as a half smile appears on your Master’s face, something you don't see very often.

“You did good today. I’m proud of you,” he nods.

Since when does your Master pay you compliments like this?

“Th-Thank you,” you stammer, caught off-guard by how unexpected his praise is.

“You fulfilled your duties as a Jedi. Now, go and have your fun.”

You don’t have time to respond before he turns on his heel and walks away, cape billowing in the breeze. You know your Master doesn’t often like to stick around after missions, often needing some quiet time to himself to decompress and meditate. You let him go, knowing that he will find his way back to the Marauder before it departs, as he always does.

As you step into the Cantina, a smile spreads on your face when you notice the Bad Batch sitting at a table with a full flagon of booze and an empty seat for you to toast your success. You and Hunter lock eyes again as he invites you to sit in that spot close to him.

Hunter loses no time in placing his arm around your shoulders while smiling at you. You lean into his embrace, feeling comforted and protected.  The warm presence of his arm around you makes you smile contentedly. It feels so good to let the guard down for once, especially if you're in the arms of a handsome, strong and charming man such as Hunter.

As the night goes on, the three other members of The Bad Batch keep conversing with each other, giving you and Hunter the opportunity to speak privately. It’s as though the background noise fades out. You don't even bother focusing on the discourse the others are having. It’s just you and Hunter flirting shamelessly now.

“You know, I've never seen a ship like yours. I wish I had time to properly explore it... Thoroughly," you flirt with him while draining the last few dregs in your flagon.

"Want me to give you a tour, sweetheart?" he says with a smile on his face, perfectly understanding your intentions.

"Would be cool, yeah," you reply.

Hunter offers you his hand and you gladly accept it with a mischievous smile.

Just as you stand, you feel the alcohol has definitely kicked in. You’re not drunk though, just a little bit tipsy, enough to make you brave and go get exactly what you want.

As soon as you and Hunter get out of the cantina and find yourselves alone in the dark alley, you both give into the instincts you tried to suppress all day long. Hunter pins you to the wall as you pull him closer at the same time, until you join in a passionate, longing kiss.

You welcome his tongue in your mouth as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch and the way he kisses you are so confident that you clench around nothing, holding him tighter as you moan in his mouth. Maker, you want him. His whole body jolts when he feels that, pinning you harder against the wall, mentally cursing the armour that is preventing him from feeling the softness of your body against his. 

He stops kissing you just so he can look at how stunning you are under the moonlight, hot and flustered after that first, heavy session of making out.

"Look at you. So beautiful," he whispers as he cups your face with his hand, the other one still lingering around your waist. Hunter is treating you like the most precious thing in the galaxy now that he can finally have you all for himself. You lean into his gentle touch as he takes in all the features of your face, especially the way your eyes glimmer with admiration and arousal for him.

You look at his deep, dark and expressive brown eyes and the strong, masculine features of his face that make you throb with need. Your hand caresses his cheek, following the lines of his skeleton tattoo and the contour of his chiseled jaw. He observes you as a sweet smile appears on your face, making you look irresistible and drawing his lips closer to yours once again…

"Hey! Where's Hunter?!" you hear Wrecker shout from inside of the tavern, just as your lips are mere inches apart.

You and Hunter both laugh as you resume the kissing. It's like the whole galaxy stops existing. For a soldier who has seen nothing but war, his kisses are to die for. Your tongues twirl in each other's mouths and it's like his greedy lips can't ever get enough of yours. His mouth is hot like a damn furnace as he takes all the time in the galaxy to worship you with his lips, letting his hands wander throughout your body. You're getting soaked already, feeling your arousal slowly dripping down your legs as a throbbing need pulsates between your thighs. You moan in his mouth as you dig your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss is getting deeper and more passionate as you go on. 

Hunter's lips start to trail down to your neck, making you sigh deeply as he covers it in kisses. Your scent drives him wild. He can smell your pheromones, feeling you're unmistakably full of desire. He can't resist and just gives a swift lick from the base of your neck to your ear that makes you sharply stifle a gasp, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair.

"Let's go to the Marauder, shall we?" he rasps in your ear, a voice full of lust that gives you goosebumps.

"Y-yes…" you stutter, feeling light-headed with arousal and being incapable of hiding it.

He offers you his hand as you enter the ship. The two of you cut a clumsy path through the Marauder towards Hunter’s bunk, frequently taking breaks where Hunter desperately pushes you against the cool steel walls of the ship, your arms clinging tight to his shoulders and his face buried in your neck.

"Maker... Take off your armour," you plead as his teeth dig into your delicate skin like a feral beast would do with his prey.

He does, letting each piece fall to the ground as you go on kissing each other, leaving a trail of armour pieces on the floor as you slowly make your way towards his bunk. He looks stunning with just his tight black suit on. You take in the broadness of his shoulders, the way his pectorals stand out, highlighted by the tightness of the suit and grope the strong muscles of his biceps. Oh, fuck. How much do you love a man. Tall, muscular, strong, confident, with dark eyes and a head full of long, wavy hair. A Man. 

You moan in his mouth when you feel his thick biceps flexing under your touch. A smile forms on his lips as he feels how much you like this. As his arms wrap around your body, yours go in his hair. Maker, how safe do you feel in his arms. It's such an innate instinct – wanting to be held in the arms of a strong man, surrendering and trusting him, something that usually you would never be permitted to do in your life as a Jedi.

You can feel his erection against your lower belly, straining against his extremely thin black suit. His fingers hook in the hem of your pants, yanking them down over your ass, exposing your drenched cunt as he sits you down in his bunk.

He kneels before you, taking your boots and pants off and spreads your legs, his dark eyes looking into yours as a smirk appears on his face.

"Hunter–" you sigh.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me, sweetheart," he coos as he starts to kiss your inner thigh.

The vision makes you tremble with lust and your hands helplessly clench into fists in a desperate attempt to grab the material under you to keep you steady. Your legs shake but he keeps them steady in his strong arms. He goes on trailing kisses on your inner thighs without ever stopping looking at you. He's taking his time with it, wanting to enjoy the way your whole body is throbbing with need. Your breathing gets more and more shallow as his mouth gets closer to where you want him the most. 

You lift your gaze from Hunter’s dark brown eyes, shutting your eyes for a mere fraction of a second, trying to alleviate the aching need you feel. Hunter chooses that moment to finally give you what you need. With a quick lick to your clit, your whole body jerks into his touch and a whimper escapes from your lips.

Hunter smirks up at you, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a smug, satisfied look. Then, he proceeds to bury his face between your legs and masterfully lick your swollen clit. His tongue brings you so much pleasure that your back arches involuntarily, pushing yourself further into his mouth. You moan his name and grab a handful of his long, thick hair. He purrs in your cunt when you entangle your fingers in his hair and you notice how his grip on your legs becomes tighter.

"Oh... Oh fuck!" you exclaim in ecstasy, barely able to form words.

One of his hands releases its grasp on your legs, which he has been using to keep you spread open for him. You throw your head back gasping as he slowly slides two of his thick fingers inside you. 

"So tight," he growls with a smirk on his face.

Hunter pumps his fingers inside of you, slowly increasing the rhythm, ensuring that you’re stretched out for him. It is a motion that brings you so much pleasure you wonder how it could possibly get better. Your whole body jerks in pure bliss under his touch. He enjoys looking at you like this, you can see it from how darkened his eyes are with lust.

For a brief second, his fingers and mouth leave your cunt, leaving you devastatingly empty. You watch in awe as Hunter sticks them in his mouth, without breaking eye contact with you. He sucks on his fingers, humming while closing his eyes to savor your taste from places where his tongue can’t reach.

"You taste so good, sweetheart," he rasps as he resumes fucking you with his fingers.

He watches you contort under him, moaning and begging for him to return his skillful mouth between your thighs. Your hips thrust up and down right in front of his face. You are shamelessly fucking yourself on his fingers, inviting him to bury his face back in your folds. You desperately bury your hands in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Damn, you're so beautiful like this," he says before his mouth goes back exactly where you wanted.

Then, Hunter does something absolutely devastating. While he continues licking your clit, he starts sucking it gently, all as he continues pumping his thick fingers inside of you. Hunter wants to draw an orgasm from you, his actions becoming more and more frantic as you grow closer to your climax. He can feel by the irregular way you breathe and shake that you're close. 

"Yes. Yes. Like this. Let go, sweetheart," he encourages you.

It's only a matter of seconds before you come, writhing under him. Your legs are wrapped around his head, squishing it. You scream his name so loud it echoes in the Marauder. Hunter is pleased as he looks at your blissed-out expression and feels your cunt clamping around his fingers. Your back arches as you ride your orgasm, pushing yourself further into his tongue so you can feel him licking you through your orgasm. Hunter purrs into your cunt, loving the way you let go around him. He loves how his face is getting soaked in your arousal, so addicted to the way you taste.

Hunter holds you steady as your orgasm fades out. When you regain your senses, you slowly release your grip on his hair. Only then he props himself up and slowly unzips his suit, showing you the beautiful golden skin underneath. A warm contrast under the black, tight layer.

The dark hairs on his chest are perfectly trimmed, accentuating each of his toned muscles and the tattoos which decorate his thick, masculine body. Your gaze is locked on his hand trailing down his abdomen, his muscles rippling as he approaches the hem of his pants. 

You shamelessly look at the bulge in his dark suit, a sight that makes your mouth water. Hunter’s lips curve into a smirk once again, noticing that you like what you see. The smug look on his face makes you throb with need once again, despite the fact that he just gave you an intense orgasm.

He hooks his thumb in the hem of his pants, watching intently for your reaction as he slowly pulls the material down to reveal the trimmed, dark hairs around the base of his thick cock.

Hunter notices the intense way you look at it and hears the whimper you just tried to suppress in your throat. He can feel your heart rate going up. It makes him smirk confidently as he goes on, finally freeing his hard, thick cock. You gulp while looking at it, as he uses the same fingers he had buried in you to cover it in your arousal. He gives it a few, firm strokes to ensure it’s nice and wet for you. The mere vision of it makes you bite your lip to muffle another impatient whimper.

Then he is on you, peeling your shirt away from your quivering body, rejoicing when he can finally touch it and worship it with his mouth. Hunter trails kisses across your collarbones and down towards your breasts. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh there, before softly biting your nipples. You gasp when you feel his erection hard against your cunt. He starts to thrust his hips against yours so his cock can rub against your drenched core, getting it soaked in your juices. Your mind turns completely blank at that, heart thundering in your chest as his hands roam across your body. 

Hunter aligns himself to your entrance, groaning as his cock slowly makes its way inside of you. You admire his restraint. You know how much he probably wants to take you with one thrust, but instead he is being so gentle and careful with you, making sure that you are well-adjusted to his size.

He takes your jaw in his hand, looking deep inside your eyes as his thick cock stretches you open. You struggle to keep eye contact with him, unlike earlier when you were flirting with him. Now, your eyes only want to roll backwards. The pleasure you feel as he splits you open is overwhelming your body and senses.

You pathetically try to mumble some incoherencies, but he's quick to shut you up with a kiss. Hunter growls low in his throat when he feels your walls desperately clenching around him, as he buries himself into you to the hilt.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good," he rasps, almost desperately before giving you another wet kiss. Then, he raises his hips only to bury his cock deep inside you, making you moan into his mouth.

"How – how can you feel so fucking good?" he whimpers.

Hunter’s large hands gently cup your face, as he continues placing passionate kisses against your lips while thrusting into you. You notice his kisses become more desperate as he slowly increases the rhythm. As Hunter picks up the pace, he buries his face in your neck, panting low in your ear. 

You are certain that he can’t go any faster, before he proves you wrong. He increases the pace to a brutal rhythm, fucking you so hard you start screaming.

"So loud,” he rasps, “They're gonna hear us in the Cantina." 

"Then make me shut up," you whisper daringly.

A blaze of lust glimmers in his eyes as you lay down that challenge. Something shifts inside of him as he gives you a feral, animalistic look. Hunter quickly covers your mouth with his hand, showing you his more dominant, commanding side which makes you clamp tightly around his cock.

"Oh, you like this," he smirks, satisfied that this is precisely what you wanted all along.

You nod frantically. There is no use hiding how much this turns you on. Despite how much Hunter shows care towards you, you suspect there is something darker which lingers below the surface. You want to draw it out of him. 

"What else do you like, hm?" he coos as he wraps his other hand around your throat, lightly choking you, his thumb rubbing your throat possessively.

The sight of you, looking so vulnerable under him as he can finally dominate you makes him frantic with lust. Gone are the measured thrusts and even rhythm of before. Something feral has overtaken Hunter, a desperate need to claim you. He continues silencing your moans with one hand around your throat and one across your mouth, muffling your gasps as he wrecks you with his cock. 

Having Hunter's hand muffling your own moans gives you the opportunity to hear his desperate grunts and pants as they mix with the obscene, squelching sound his cock makes each time he thrusts into you. You close your eyes in bliss, enjoying this moment of pure pleasure. 

"Can't keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart? Look at me with those pretty fucking eyes," he growls.

You can't help but whimper at that, at how authoritative he sounds. The Sergeant of The Bad Batch is dominating the fuck out of you. You are a moaning, gasping mess beneath him, unable to think about anything other than how good being furiously pounded by him feels. 

"I didn't catch that,” Hunter rasps as he slowly lifts his hand from your mouth. He leans down to put his ear against your mouth “What were you saying, sweetheart?"

"L-let me – fuck!” you gasp, too blissed out to form words.

“Use your words,” Hunter commands, slowing his thrusts down so you can finally speak.

“Let me touch you!" you beg, unable to care about how desperate and pathetic you sound. All you can think about is roaming your hands around the warm, firm expanse of his body.

Hunter smirks, intrigued by your request, only too happy to oblige you. He grabs your hand roughly by the wrist and positions it over his abdomen. You can feel his muscles flexing and contracting under your touch as he thrusts into you. His body is as hard as iron and on fire like a damn furnace, burning with lust.

"Maker…" you whisper.

You let your hand trail up to his firm chest. You grope his pectorals, appreciating the firmness of his muscles. Your cunt clenches around his cock at the sight of your hand against his golden skin. A smirk appears on his face, enjoying what he does to you.

Your hand goes up to his broad shoulder, rubbing over it before you move your hand towards his back. You feel how his muscles strain there with each thrust as he continues pounding into you at a relentless pace. Both of your hands are now caressing his back, feeling every single dimple under your fingertips. Just as you try pulling him close, he starts to give it to you even harder. You scratch your fingernails along his back. You watch in awe as Hunter moans in your mouth at that. 

"Could–could fucking smell how much you wanted me earlier. You distracted me the whole time. Couldn't think of anything else besides how good you'd look with my cock inside of you,” he rasps in your neck before biting you, growling wildly as he does. “I was so fucking hard for you, sweetheart," Hunter grunts. 

He's so feral for you, fucking you so hard. You can't even mumble a response.

"Smell so good – so fucking good–" he whispers in your ear.

"D-don't s–stop," you mumble in your cockdrunk delirium.

"I can't, sweetheart. This cunt's all I ever wanted,” he growls, “Gonna make you mine. Mine." 

"Oh, fuck… Yes," you pant as he props himself up, kneeling in front of you without stopping that devastating rhythm for even half a second.

He looks at your body, at the way your boobs bounce with each thrust as he gives it go you even harder, holding on tight to your legs, using them as leverage to bury himself even deeper inside of you. Seeing him like this makes you remember just how badly you wanted to ride his cock earlier.

"Hunter. Hunter. I want to ride you," you whimper.

"Is that an order, Commander?"

"Y–yes. Yes. Order. S–s-sergeant," you mindlessly go on as he keeps thrusting his cock inside of you.

The thought of you bouncing on his cock makes him throb. In an instant, Hunter lifts you in his arms as if you were weightless and makes you straddle him. He sits with his back against the wall of the bunk. His hands are on your waist and you immediately start rocking your hips up and down, giving into your fantasy from earlier.

"Such a good soldier… So good at following orders," you whisper against his lips.

"Yeah… Sometimes," he smirks before gripping your hair and stealing another wet, hot kiss that makes you melt into him even further.

Your head rolls back in pleasure at the way his cock feels from this position. It's devastating, hitting something deep within you. You almost lose yourself in that feeling, but Hunter won’t allow you to. Even though you are on top of him, Hunter is quick to remind you who’s in charge as he takes your jaw in his hand.

"Eyes on me," he orders firmly.

"Yes, Sergeant," you moan. 

You swear you feel him throbbing and choke a grunt when he hears the sensual way you pronounce his title. Clearly, using his rank in this context has done something to Hunter. He moves his thumb between your lips and you suck it provocatively, never stopping yourself from meeting his gaze. Hunter’s pupils widen at the sinful way your lips envelop his finger and your tongue gently touches it. His eyes take into your sensual, precious beauty, before bringing you to him and kissing you again.

Your bodies are damp in sweat and rubbing against one another. Your nipples deliciously catch against his hairy, broad chest. You continue moaning into each other's mouths; your tongues never stop touching.

"Hunter, I'm gonna come–" you whimper.

"Hold it for me, sweetheart," he rasps in a sweet, yet dark voice, having the opposite effect from what he intended.

"Please, I want to come on your cock," you plead desperately.

"Not yet," he smirks.

Hunter grabs your hips and guides your movements so that your clit starts to rub against his pelvis. You let out a loud moan as you hold on to him tighter, digging your nails in his shoulders.

"I can't hold it!" you scream with your eyes shut.

He grabs your chin in his hand, clearly uninterested in your desperate appeals.

"Look at me," he says firmly as you open your eyes. Your vision is too blurry to focus on him but you try nonetheless.

"Now come for me, sweetheart," he rasps darkly.

You obey his order and come hard around his cock. An overwhelming, intense wave of pleasure starts at your core and completely takes over your body. You’re wrecked by uncontrollable shakes as Hunter holds you in his strong arms. You scream and pant as you ride your high. Your eyes roll backwards while Hunter focuses on how beautiful you look when you lose control. Especially when he is the one responsible for it.

Hunter feels your heart running in your chest and every single contraction of your muscles around his cock. The unmistakable, heady scent of sex that fills the Marauder drives him insane, making him burst inside of you. He grunts loudly as he fills you up with his load, holding you tight in his grasp.

You moan in each other's mouths, your forehead leaning on his as you look into each other’s eyes. You never leave each other’s gaze as you both give into the highest of pleasure.

As you come down from your high, your rhythm slows down until it stops completely. Your bodies are intertwined like vines, naked and sweaty as you catch breath in each other’s embrace.

You really do make a great team, after all.

Fanarts: Hunter's back + Shirtless Hunter by @mesvi Hello handsome by @corukant Wet Hunter by @iszapizza Hunter under the shower by @shakall Hunter and his vibroknife by @ve-ti-ver Hunter under the shower by @cloned-eyes Hunter taking off his shirt + Tech by @constant-brain-fog Hunter taking a shower by kaijurave (on twitter/x)

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you have the perfect lips for kissing

NSFW with Wolffe please? Congrats on the followers 🎉 🎉 female reader

4000 Followers Prompt List Celebration

Wolffe X F!Reader

word count: 737 words

NSFW

prompts:

“you have the perfect lips for kissing.”

“One more for me, you’re doing such a good job.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, explicit sexual content and language. Smut. Porn without plot. Kissing, neck kissing/sucking, fingering, oral (reader receiving), implied sex. Female Reader.

authors note: oh I love me some Wolffe smut. Thank you for the request Anon.

NSFW under the cut.

Your back is slammed into your bedroom door by the force of a Clone flushed against you, his hands biting into your waist as his lips hit your neck, nipping and sucking on sensitive skin that made your legs shake.

You could feel him already through his blacks and you groaned in desire before Wolffe dragged at your hips, bringing you flushed to him as he sucked at the base of your throat.

“Wolffe… bed, please.” You beg, melting as you hear the low rumble of a chuckle. You gasp when he pulls back, the tenderness of your neck letting you know you were definitely marked by this man. Not that you were complaining.

“Eager, kitten?” He purrs, eyes locking onto yours that sends a heat straight to your core. How can one man be so gorgeous?

“Always,” you smirk, giggling as Wolffe lifts you over his shoulder and makes a bee-line straight to your bed. He drops you onto it, the mattress breaking your fall and watch in awe as he swiftly maneuvers over you, staring adoringly down at you.

“Did you know,” he says quietly, bringing a hand to your face, his thumb tracing over your lips that were begging to be touched, “you have the perfect lips for kissing.”

And before you could reply, his mouth is on yours, filling you with lust and need as your lips meet his in a heated, desperate embrace.

He was still kissing you when he began pushing your pants down, feeling how your legs were shaking for him. His arm snaked under your waist, lifting your shirt over your head while you helped by kicking off your boots and socks with your toes. When he pulled his mouth away, he lowers you carefully back onto the mattress. With his hand, he caught sight of your panties, eyes blown at the alluring material and patterns.

You shivered under his stare, feeling completely open and exposed as Wolffe was still wearing his civvie clothes. To which, it wasn't long until he was standing and stripping in front of you. Not stumbling or fumbling once.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed as he kneeled in between your legs as you tried to sit up to look at him. He shook his head, tutting as he pressed a gentle hand in between your breasts, exerting the smallest amount of pressure. “No, no… you lean back,” he rasps, sliding his hand now down your body, past your naval and then to your thighs.

“Commander,” you groaned, knowing it got him all hot and bothered as you arch your back as he moved his hand ludicrously slowly against you, both hands now pressing on your thighs, opening your legs more for him.

“Stars, what a pretty pussy you have.” He mutters more to homself than he does for you

You lost all thought as Wolffe slid his hand toward the inside of your leg, digits just caressing over your folds and your hips jerk when his thumb ghosts over your clit.

He makes an incoherent noise, a subtle groan if you may before he leans down to taste you, feeling how drenched you are already between your thighs. He flicked his tongue across your clit before curling a finger inside you. He looks up from between your legs, his mouth still attached to your cunt to put a face to the breathy sighs, curses, gasps and pants you were letting out.

He grins devilishly, the noise of him lapping at your pussy lewd and wet but you wanted more as your fingers move into his hair, tugging on his scalp.

“O-oh fuck Wolffe,” When you said his name, his heart flutters and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside of you. He rested a gentle hand on your thigh, finger still pulsing and curling inside you.

His pace became unrelenting and he was starting to get desperate, hard and leaking as he began rutting against the bed sheets.

It’s only moments before you were shuddering under him, moaning his name as your toes began to curl, beads of sweat dripping down your face as you felt your orgasm hit.

“Fuck me, Wolffe. Please fuck me.” You breathed shakily, legs still twitching as he sucked on your juices.

He would be only too happy to obey. But, he wasn’t done with tasting your pussy just yet. “One more for me, you’re doing such a good job.”

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You Don’t Have to Choose

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader x Crosshair

Summary: Tech and Crosshair find themselves pining for the same woman. They share most other things so why not her too?

Warnings: This is filth. Just smutty smut. Oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV sex, softdom!Tech, fingering, threesome (NO c!onecest) Crosshair catches feelings, absolutely 18+ because this isn’t for minors.

Word Count: 5k — yeah I just went balls to the wall with this one lol

A/N: This was my first ever smut piece so please be kind 🥲. Thank you to my amazing proofreaders @dystopicjumpsuit and @starrylothcat I don’t deserve you!

Dividers courtesy of: @tcwmatchmakingau

You knelt between Crosshair’s knees, dabbing the gauze soaked in bacta across his knuckles, “For Maker’s sake Cross, what did you hit? A durasteel wall? You’re lucky I didn’t need to stitch this up.”

The silver-haired sniper hissed an inaudible swear through his teeth but refused to answer.

“Actually it was a B-1, but instead of a clean hit his knuckles collided with a joint causing more damage to the dermis,” Tech’s voice rang out from the cockpit.

“Tattletell,” Crosshair grumbled, “Hunter was overwhelmed. It was…reflex.”

A soft smile crept to your lips as you cooed, “I knew you were secretly a softie, Cross.” You continued your care of his hands, brushing your fingertips comfortingly across them. It was a touch that was more affectionate than clinical. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”

Crosshair shifted uncomfortably at the praise, refusing to meet your eyes but you were certain a smile briefly pulled at the corners of his mouth before he suppressed it.

“Tech!” you called as you finished gathering the contents of your medkit, “don’t think I didn’t see that head wound you tried to hide from me when you got back!” You huffed impatiently as you marched into the cockpit.

“I am fine. Your concern is unwarranted,” Tech held up his hand to you which you immediately swatted away.

“I’m the medic here. I’ll make that call.” You grabbed his chin and turned him to face you. He rolled his eyes as you inspected the head wound that was poorly tended and still bleeding.

“I swear to the Force, Tech. You and Crosshair are, without a doubt, my worst patients. Hunter and Wrecker let me take care of them with no complaints. But you two? You hide everything and Crosshair is so tight lipped I have to use a hydrospanner to get him to open up about his injuries. Just. Let. Me. Do. My. Job.” You furrowed your brow as you tenderly cleaned and covered his injury. Your fingers brushed down along his jaw sending a slight chill down his spine. You pulled out your pen torch and reached for Tech’s goggles.

He pushed your hand away, “That is unnecessary. My injury was not substantial enough to…” he paused when he heard the clicking of your grinding teeth. “Very well, if you insist,” he relented, lifting his goggles from his face.

Your face softened as you leaned in to shine the pen torch in each eye. “Pupillary light response is normal.”

Tech turned back to face the viewport, “I told you as such.”

You pushed yourself between his knees and caged him in against the pilot’s seat. “Uh-uh. I want to make myself abundantly clear, Tech.” You leaned into him nearly nose to nose and intensely held his gaze, “Stop hiding injuries from me. And tell your brother he needs to verbalize what he needs from me.”

Tech inhaled and met your intensity. While he didn’t carry the imposing stature of Wrecker, he was not easily intimidated. “I will share injuries when I feel they require your expertise. And you and I both know Crosshair is hardly a conversationalist. That is his nature and you cannot change him.”

Your lips pressed into a hard line. “I’m not asking to change him, I am asking for cooperation. From you both.”

Tech put his goggles back on before retorting, “The best I can offer is speaking on Cross’s behalf. I did it when we were cadets on Kamino and sometimes still do. He dislikes the Kaminoans and medical procedures even more.”

You closed your eyes and sighed as you relented, “Fine. That’s fair. I understand his discomfort and if your speaking for him means I can better help him then we can do that.” You pressed your forehead to Tech’s “But you, sir, will be the death of me if you keep hiding injuries. Please, try to trust that I can help you. Even with the insignificant ones.”

Tech blinked rapidly, taken aback by your sudden intimate show of affection, “I do trust you.”

You pulled back with a look of sadness and exhaustion in your eyes, “Prove it then.” You gathered your medkit and climbed over his lithely long leg before pausing at the door to the cockpit, “You’re medically cleared, by the way. If you feel any discomfort feel free to let me know, though I’m sure you won’t.”

“What was that?” Crosshair sat in the copilot seat and flung his feet onto the console.

Tech shot him a glare before answering, “She seems to believe that I do not trust her. And she wants you to speak up and tell her what you need.” Crosshair hummed in acknowledgment, staring straight ahead. Tech continued, “I told her I would speak on your behalf regarding any medical issues.”

Crosshair tilted his head toward his brother, “We aren’t cadets anymore. You don’t have to do that.”

“I am aware. However, I am also aware of how distressing medical procedures still are for you. No matter how minor.” Tech remembered how many medical procedures he’d had to intervene on Crosshair's behalf. He’d do it for the rest of their lives if he had to.

“Thanks,” he let his head flop back onto the headrest. “Should we tell her?”

“Perhaps. I have been thinking about that. We agreed to not confess our attraction to her owing to not wanting her to have to choose, correct?” Tech fiddled with controls as he spoke.

“Yeah?” Crosshair’s leg bounced, not knowing what Tech was thinking was rare for him and it always made him nervous when it happened.

“What if we did not ask her to choose?” Tech asked pointedly.

“You mean you want to… share her?” The incredulity was dripping in Crosshair’s voice at Tech’s suggestion. The two of them shared many things, living spaces, genetics, secrets, sometimes even clothing when they weren’t paying attention when putting on their blacks, but a woman? That would be a first.

“Precisely,” he held up his finger, eyes fixed on the console before him.

“What makes you think she would go for it?” Crosshair ran his fingers through his silver locks.

“She shows all the markers for physical attraction at the minimum: pupillary dilation upon seeing us, elevation in heart rate and respiration, opting for closer physical proximity to us.” Pride beamed from Tech’s face as he continued, “And a particularly charming smile that I have only ever seen directed towards us.”

Crosshair leaned forward and looked at Tech, concern still etched into his brow. “But both of us?”

“What do we have to lose? We already avoid her as it is. At least we would have a reason if she was not amenable to the suggestion.” Tech answered ardently.

Crosshair narrowed his eyes at Tech. “And if she is amenable?”

Tech glanced back toward him with a slight shrug. “Lucky us.”

***********

You reclined across the crash seats, feet kicked up as you caught up with journals on the most u-pto-date medical practices. You were deeply focused on efficient battlefield stabilization techniques when Crosshair’s voice startled you.

“You could get hurt sitting like that.”

You let out a squeak as your datapad flew from your hands. Tech easily caught it single handed as he stood over you.

“Maker, you almost made me jump out of my skin, Cross!” As you sat up you realized only Tech and Crosshair had approached you. “Is everything okay? Do you need me to take a look at that hand, Crosshair? You’re not having headaches, are you Tech?” You stood up, ready to grab your medkit.

Crosshair stood behind Tech, flicking his toothpick idly as his eyes drank you in from head to toe. “No. We have no physical complaints. Crosshair and I actually have a proposition for you,” Tech’s unfalteringly calm voice gave you chills as he caged you in against the wall.

“What would that be?” Your voice cracked as you attempted to steady your breathing.

“We find you exceptionally alluring.” Even through his goggles you could see desire burning in his eyes. “And we know you are also attracted to us.”

You narrowed your eyes at him trying not to give up your cards too soon, “You seem quite sure of that.”

A smile curled at the corners of Tech’s mouth. He slowly leaned in, licking his lips as he hovered so close to your ear you could feel his breath all the way down your neck. “Do not play coy, mesh’la. That is a game you will not win. I am seldom wrong. We see the smiles, the close proximity you unconsciously try to keep to us. I’ve seen your pupillary response when speaking to myself and Crosshair as opposed to Hunter and Wrecker. I have watched your increased respiration and felt your heart rate increase through your radial pulse when I have held your wrist.”

An involuntary whine vibrated in your chest, “Y-You noticed all of that?”

The sound pulled a smile from Crosshair, “Hear that Tech? She’s already worked up.” He leaned over Tech’s shoulder, licking his lips as his eyes remained fixed on your crotch.

Tech cocked an eyebrow, “Indeed. She is even prettier when she’s flustered.”

Crosshair grinned deviously and whispered in your other ear, “Give up, doll. Tech’s right. You won’t win this game.” He grazed your ear with his teeth before pulling back to stand behind Tech again leaving you momentarily breathless.

“Would you acquiesce to allowing Crosshair and myself to provide you with an evening of pleasure you have never known before?”

Your heart fluttered at the suggestion. Your eyes looked from Crosshair to Tech before giving your answer. “Yes. Yes, I would very much enjoy an evening with you.”

Crosshair flicked his toothpick into a nearby bin. He leaned in and gripped your chin, “You’re in for a treat princess. Tech? Explain the rules to her.”

As he turned to walk away, Tech leaned back in, brushing his nose from your hairline down to the delicate dip where your neck and shoulder meet. He pulled down the collar of your body glove enough to expose the soft skin where he began to kiss you. You gasped. His mouth felt incredible. What started light and soft ended with him leaving his mark.

“Just follow my directions, cyare, and you will experience the greatest pleasure you will ever know,” he murmured.

************

When you arrived back on Kamino, the boys sent you ahead to the barracks while they headed to the medical bay for the regular check in and check up from the Kaminoans. The silence in the room was only broken by the Kaminoan rain tapping on the windows. As you moved about arranging equipment and settling in, your mind wandered to Tech and Crosshair. Ever since your conversation, you’d noticed they’d been more affectionate. A hand in the small of your back, a tap on the chin, breathing in your scent in tight spaces; and every show of affection sent you spiraling deeper into your feelings for them.

Tech had implied he’d arranged something with Hunter that would give the three of you privacy in the barracks at some point. The thought brought flutters to your chest. The anticipation was torturous, and just imagining what Cross and Tech had planned for you caused you to ache. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door hissing open. You were surprised to see Tech entering alone.

“Well, cyare. Are you ready? Hunter and Wrecker have previous engagements elsewhere. We agreed we should make the most of the time alone,” he purred as he leaned on his workbench.

“And Cross?” You glanced at the door waiting for him to stroll in with his signature swagger.

“He will join us later. We have already discussed it. You are mine right now. Next time he will have the honor of doing this. Of preparing you.”

His words sent you reeling. You are mine right now. The possessiveness of his tone sent your heart racing and made you ache more in the deepest depths of your core.

“Do you mind if I record us? I would thoroughly enjoy rewatching to identify what exactly makes you come completely unraveled. For next time.” He tapped the recording device on his goggles.

“Next time?” Your breath hitched, “There’s…there’s going to be a next time?”

“Assuming you are pleased with our performance, yes. We would like this to be a recurring experience. Both together and individually. Our attraction to you does traverse the physical into the emotional. I thought that was obvious.”

A soft whimper escaped you before you answered, “Yes, of course you can record this Tech.”

He nodded, removing the last of his armor, leaving him standing before you in his blacks. He reached his hand out to you, a gesture that was far more chivalrous than you’d anticipated for the evening. You accepted his outstretched hand and he guided you to Crosshair’s bunk. You began to undress, but he stopped you.

“Allow me, mesh’la. I would like to take this moment alone to appreciate you.”

Piece by piece he stripped you down to nothing, kisses trailing behind the shed garments. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips brushing over your body. He studied you; his hands learned you. His touch was soft and gentle as he traced your features,placing kisses on all of your exposed skin. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in, your tongue teasing at his lips, begging for entry. His kisses were methodical like everything he did. He was testing, experimenting with different techniques, seeing what you liked. Paying attention to your body language and adjusting accordingly. However, while every move was deliberate, there was a gentle reverence there as well. He stroked and nuzzled and caressed. He guided you to the bunk, he leaned against the head of the bed and settled you between his legs.

As you reclined in his lap, you felt so vulnerable and yet safe. His fingertips wandered your naked body as he placed kisses all along your neck.

“Relax cyar’ika. You spend all your time caring for us. Allow me to care for you.” The rumble of his voice in his chest spurred on the heat growing between your legs. You sighed a soft whine and he smiled, “It would seem you find my touch pleasurable already.”

Just the sound of his voice had your pussy clenching, “Oh stars, Tech. Please don’t stop.”

“I had not planned on it,” his lips brushed your ear as he spoke, sending chills across your body. You reached behind you and clasped your hand to the back of his neck, grasping the hair at the nape. He growled in response to your touch, a new sound you’d not heard from him before but certainly wanted to hear again.

His hands continued to wander until they settled on your breasts. His deft fingers moved and played with your nipples with the same skill and agility you’d seen used while he tinkered under the control panel of the Marauder. The feeling of the soft concentric circles he was drawing pulled a lewd groan from you as you arched your back.

“Fascinating,” was all he said as he continued his ministrations with one hand and trailed the other to between your legs. You were dripping wet already, yearning for relief. You spread your legs more hoping to entice him. He ran his finger softly along your folds, you bucked your hips chasing the pleasure his fingers brought. He hummed, “All in good time, darling. All in good time. Maker, you are so wet already. I am, admittedly, a little jealous that Crosshair gets to eat your pussy tonight. But that does not mean I cannot taste you now.”

He traced your sex a few more times, admiring it. His other hand left your breast, trailing lightly down your torso to your folds to spread you open. He dipped a finger inside you slowly, swirling and thrusting. He brought the finger to his mouth groaning at the taste of you, his cock twitching beneath his blacks. You inhaled sharply. His touch was divine and you didn’t want him to stop.

“Mmm you appear to enjoy the feeling of my fingers, cyar’ika. Shall I do that again?” He ghosted over your pussy, teasing with a featherlight touch.

“Oh by the Force,Tech…” you mewled, “yes, please do that again.”

He hummed, sliding two digits into you next. His dexterous fingers reached that glorious spot inside of you, pulling a filthy moan from deep within.

“Mmmm, yes, I notice this spot–” Tech pressed again, eliciting another lewd sound from you, “–is one I would like to investigate more later. Perhaps, when we are alone again?”

He had rendered you speechless and all you could manage was a sharp nod and a weak “uh huh” as he toyed with you.

The door hissed open again as Crosshair strolled inside. “How’s our little kitten, Tech?”

His smokey voice caused your pussy to clench around Tech’s fingers. “Based on the reaction she is having to your voice, I’d say she is eager and ready.”

Crosshair grinned as he removed his armor, “Mmm. ‘s shame I won’t be doing much talking this time around.” He looked at you, “Tech does enough talking for the both of us. Hope you don’t mind, princess.”

Your chest heaved, out of breath already from the teasing Tech had been putting you through, “I think I’ll manage. I do love hearing Tech talk.”

Crosshair lithely climbed onto the foot of his bunk. He hooked your knees over his shoulders, his eyes lust-filled and his erection pressing against his blacks. He began nibbling and licking the inside of your legs, working his way to your core. For a while Tech continued with his fingers inside of you. He was skillful and his ability to learn quickly meant he’d found nearly every spot inside of you that caused you to fall apart around his hands. However, as Crosshair approached your core, he looked up at Tech and gave him a sharp nod. Tech removed his fingers from your aching pussy, and you whined now feeling empty without him.

“Shhh, Crosshair will take care of you, beautiful.” He sucked his fingers clean once again as Crosshair began licking your outer folds.

You bucked your hips and groaned as Cross moved painfully slowly across you. He alternated licking and sucking your folds with biting the inside of your thighs, leaving purple marks in his wake. Crosshair was needy and aggressive, a stark contrast to Tech’s gentle and methodical approach. He gripped your thighs plunging his tongue deep inside of you, fueled by the moaning, mewling mess it made you. Tech brought his mouth to one of your nipples. As his tongue teased you, you felt yourself approaching your climax.

“I..uhgn…I’m so close..”

Crosshair looked up, meeting Tech’s eyes, communicating something only the two of them understood. Tech immediately eased up on his ministrations. You whined at the abrupt halt to his rhythmic play.

“I am sorry darling. Crosshair wants to enjoy you a little longer and should I continue at that pace you would orgasm far sooner than he would like.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. He still tasted like you. His lips then moved to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting as his hands caressed you. Tech handled you with the same care he handled the Marauder, while Crosshair was unyielding and harsh. He was holding you so tightly you’d have bruises later.

Crosshair growled, devouring you like you were a fine meal. His face glistened with your slick as he pulled back to slide his slender finger inside you, first one and then two. He was rough with his mouth, but his fingers moved as they did across the trigger of his beloved rifle.

As he found his own rhythm, his tongue moved to your clit. The sudden sensation forced a squeal from you. You felt Crosshair smile against you and picked up his pace, sucking and kissing your clit, stoking the fire within. He growled as he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. The shameless moans of his name and gyration of your hips told him your climax was fast approaching and he was ready to guide you to the precipice.

Tech rumbled, “It would seem Cross is ready for you to finish, and so am I.”

Your hips bucked into Crosshair’s face as his tongue flicked across your sensitive bud and his fingers caressed the same spot Tech had investigated earlier with his sniper’s precision. You careened over the edge as Tech covered your mouth to stifle your involuntary scream of Crosshair’s name. After working you through your peak he sat up looking rather pleased with himself, your slick covering his mouth and hands.

“How are you doing, pretty thing?” Crosshair cooed with a softness he kept tightly locked away as he kissed all the marks he’d left on your thighs.

“I’m excellent,” you huffed, catching your breath.

“Think you’re up for round two?” Crosshair ran a calloused hand softly along your leg.

“Absolutely.” You leaned toward him and stroked his cheek, “I knew you were a softie, Cross.”

He rolled his eyes before planting a soft kiss on your palm. “Don’t tell Hunter.”

***********

“On your knees.” The commanding timbre of Tech’s voice sent a blazing heat to your core as you repositioned yourself onto all fours. Crosshair freed himself from his blacks first. He was swollen, hard, and throbbing as he ached to be consumed by you.

“Oh Cross. So. Big. I’m gonna swallow all of you,” you whined, eager to have him in your mouth.

Crosshair reclined back, eyes blown with lust. You licked your lips as you eyed the precum glistening at his velvety tip.

“Go ahead, cyare. He’s ready,” Tech encouraged.

You crawled toward Crosshair, catching his gaze. You licked him from base to tip, pressing the flat of your tongue against his head, lapping up the precum. You began swirling your tongue around the ridge of his head as you kneaded his muscular thighs. Crosshair groaned and grabbed a handful of your hair. You released the tip and began licking him from base to tip again, interspersed occasionally with kisses and a graze of teeth. Crosshair moaned and gripped your hair tighter as you took him in your mouth. You almost gagged as he brushed the back of your throat. You paused to relax, to take him all in. Slowly you began to bob your head and soon Crosshair exceeded your pace, gyrating and bucking his hips, his fingers tangling in your locks as he fucked your mouth. Your name was a prayer on his tongue that he quietly yet devoutly recited.

Tech brushed the tip of his cock against your folds and in spite of your mouth being full of Crosshair, he heard the sinful sounds coming from you. He teased you with the tip just as he had with his fingers earlier. You tried to rock your hips backward into him, needing him to fill you up. You felt empty and desperate for him. He placed his hand on your hips to steady you as he slowly sheathed himself. The stretch around him was perfect. You felt his every ridge rubbing against your walls, and you instinctively rocked into him. Tech slowly pulled out leaving only the tip and thrust again, his own sinful sounds intensifying.

“So amazing…perfect for us. Perfect for me. You take me so well mesh’la. You’re so wet…hng…so tight. Such a good girl… your mouth is taking Crosshair so well, pretty girl.”

Tech quickly matched Crosshair’s pace and intensity. Had you not been so lost in the throes of ecstasy you probably would have joked that you resembled a rotisserie nuna. The feel of Tech running his hands the length of your back had you falling apart. You lost track of time as the room was filled with the wanton moans of all three of you as well as the sound of Tech’s thighs slapping against your backside. When Crosshair’s rhythm began to become irregular you cupped his balls, toying with and massaging him drawing sounds from him you hadn’t even known were possible.

“Cross is going to finish now, love. I need your mouth free so you can use your words for me,” you heard Tech croon as he rubbed your back encouragingly.

Crosshair shuddered, a final gutteral moan of your name fell from his lips. You eagerly swallowed all he had to give you. He leaned in, cradling your chin and pulled you in for a kiss filled with warmth and affection.

Tech wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, “Do you want Crosshair to play with your breasts while I fuck you, darling?”

“Y-yes. Yes, please,” you breathlessly mewled as you reached back and locked your fingers behind Tech’s neck.

“Good girl,” Tech growled into your ear, resuming his steady thrusting.

Crosshair ran the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples, a pleased sigh leaving him as they pebbled under his touch. Your head lolled back resting on Tech’s chest and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in an impassioned kiss. Crosshair cupped your breasts, massaging them as he took a nipple in his mouth. His tongue drew concentric circles around one sensitive bud and his thumb mimicked the movement on the other. You felt the coil deep within you tightening, moaning their names as you felt yourself approaching another climax.

“Tech…Cross… I’m gonna…”

“Not yet, love,” Tech’s thrusts slowed and Crosshair pulled himself from your nipple with a pop. In a single swift motion Tech flipped you onto your back.

“Look at me, mesh’la. I have not seen enough of those exquisite eyes tonight. I want you looking at me when you cum.” His eyes were hungry as he met your gaze.

He crashed into your lips, tongue brushing against them, demanding access you readily granted him. He cupped your breast, flicking your nipple beneath his thumb. You bucked your hips into him, meeting his own steady thrusts. His cock hit the point of divinity yet again, over and over drawing obscene moans from you as he dragged his teeth over your neck.

“You are doing so well, cyare. Now, be a good girl. Tell us who you belong to, and I’ll let you cum. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to,” Tech demanded as he caged you in on the bed, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You brought your palms to his cheeks, “Y-yours…oh maker…yours, Tech and Crosshair.”

“That’s our good girl,” Tech smiled before his lips collided with yours again, muffling the pornographic sounds of the two of you simultaneously reaching your climax and then riding it out together.

Tech rolled off of you and you rested your head on his chest, spent and coming down from your high. Crosshair brought a few towels over and some water. He settled in next to you pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he whispered “Mine” over and over and tenderly cleaned you up.

Tech nuzzled into your ear, “I hope I have adequately proven now that I do, in fact, trust you.”

You huffed a chuckle leaning into his touch, “If all of this was to prove you trust me, it was a bit excessive. Not that I’m complaining but just letting me do my job would have sufficed.”

He drew a finger down your sternum, tracing the outline of your breasts, “Indeed, if this had been an exercise solely to prove I trust you it would have been excessive. However, that was not the sole purpose.”

“Go on,” you looked up at him inquisitively.

“Primarily this was because we, Crosshair and myself, have harbored deep-seated feelings of affection for you for quite some time. We felt it was time to act upon them.”

You reached over your shoulder running your fingers over Crosshair’s jaw, “That true, Cross?”

“Pretty much, kitten,” Crosshair purred into your hair as his hands ghosted along your curves.

You hummed contentedly, “I’m glad you did.”

“As much as we are loving the view, it would probably behoove you to dress as Wrecker and Hunter shall be returning soon. I do not wish to share this with them. You are ours,”

You sat up and turned to face them. You pulled Crosshair to you, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips before whispering, “I am yours…” against them. After pulling back, you followed suit with Tech, drawing your teeth across his bottom lip before whispering, “…and only yours” against his lips. Fortunately you dressed in record time because just as you finished Hunter and Wrecker returned.

***********

You’d settled onto the uncomfortable sofa with your datapad, Wrecker’s snoring overpowering the sound of the soldering Tech was still doing at his workbench. A soft brush of fingers across your shoulder pulled you from your reading. Crosshair stood beside you, refusing to make eye contact through his ever present scowl.

“Will…” he rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek, “will you stay with me tonight?”

“I’d love to,” you whispered as you rose and followed him to his bunk. Before he climbed into bed you gave him a quick goose and a wink when he spun around to face you.

“Didn’t get enough earlier, huh?” He leaned in, pressing his temple to yours, “You’ll have to be a good girl and wait.”

You giggled and settled in next to him. His arms wrapped around you as he pressed his nose into your hair and soon he’d drifted into an unusually peaceful sleep.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you awoke to Tech’s soft kiss to your forehead, “Apologies mesh’la. I did not mean to wake you. I just wanted one last kiss from my girl before finally retiring to my bunk.” He softly brushed your hair out of your face before leaning in for a more passionate kiss on the lips. “While you are sleeping in Cross's bed tonight, I shall be watching my recording of you,” he whispered against your lips. You clenched your thighs together, aroused knowing that Tech would be watching you all over again.

Tech settled into his bunk and pulled up the file. He was used to sharing a lot with Crosshair, but sharing you was still going to take some getting used to. At least his recordings were always of excellent quality.

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[daddy-issues-99]

Darth Maul x f!reader smut

TW: pet play, power dynamics, dom/sub relationship, spit, bdsm, oral (m receiving), praise, p in v, degration, slapping/spanking

Words: 1.3k

Being the ruler of Mandalor was obviously a difficult and strenuous job. It required constant attention and authority: no room for compassion or pleasure. That's why he kemp you.

One of the benefits of being the ruler of Mandalor was the gifts: weapons, prizes, precious stones, and of course, you. The perfect toy for the perfect ruler.

Maul walked back to his room after demanding and irritating day. he needed to relieve some stress, take his anger out. Take his anger out on you. His favorite toy.

He barged into his quarters, slamming and locking the door behind him. He turned and walked towards a small but luxurious cage in the corner of his room where you neatly sat with your hands placed gently in your lap, looking up at him with innocent eyes. "Good evening, Master." You said in a gentle voice.

Maul quickly unlocked the cage, ignoring your greeting and grabbed you by the intricate collar around your neck and pulled you out of your cage.

Maul pulled you up by your collar and held it tightly between his forefingers. He shifted his hand to wrap around your neck, gently squeezing it. "Such a beautiful specimen." He whispered, examining your features. His tender demeaner quickly vanished when he quickly shoved you down onto the hard floor so you were on your knees.

"Open. Now." He said in a harsh and stern voice. You happily obliged and opened, sticking your tongue out, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Good girl" He wrapped his hand around your hair, holding on tight enough to hurt before spitting into your mouth. "Swallow, whore." He said in a degrading voice. You happily obliged, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as proof, earning a satisfied smirk from Maul.

Maul quickly unbuttoned his pants with his free hand, still gripping your hair with the other. He pushed his boxers down, reveling his half hard cock, stroking it a few times with his free hand. "Lets see if you can put that pretty mouth of yours to better use." He pushed the tip of his cock against your lips. "Open" You placed your hands around the base of his cock before eagerly taking it in your mouth causing Maul to let out an earthy growl of pleasure, tightening his grip on your hair.

You slowly started to bob your head back and forth, hollowing your cheeks as his cock hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. He looked down at you with a sadistic smirk and roughly thrusts his hips, causing you to gag again. "fucking whore." He moaned out in a harsh voice, starting to move your head at his own pace.

You looked up at him with watery eyes as he roughly thrusted into you, spit and tears running down your face as he looked down at you with a satisfied smirk.

You moved your hands to his thighs for support as he roughly thrusted into you, your jaw starting to hurt. You could deny though that this was amazing. Him using you in the hopes of him claiming you, breeding you. The thought alone made you shiver. You slowly moved your hand down and into your skirt, moving your panties aside to shove one finger inside you, causing you to let out a small moan of pleasure.

You slowly thrusted your finger inside your slick walls, curling it to hit just the right spot before moving to your sensitive clit. Your eyes fell closed as you slowly circled your clit, wishing it was Maul. However, the second after you closed your eyes Maul instantly stopped thrusting and pulled his cock from your mouth. You looked up at him with a confused expression, hand still in your skirt.

Maul looked down at you with a furious expression before slapping you hard across the face, causing you to fall to the floor. "You imbecilic whore." He spat out, circling over you with a menacing presence. He quickly grabbed your wrist from your skirt and pulled you up from the ground, holding on so tightly it hurt. "You think you can just touch yourself you without my permission?" He ask in an enraged voice.

"No- no Master, I'm sorry! I just wanted to-" Before you could even finish your sentence maul flung you towards the bed. "I have no need for your pathetic excuses. On the bed. Now!" He yelled, absolutely furious. You quickly got on to the bed and on your hands and knees as per usual instruction but you didn't think that this was gonna be as pleasurable as usual.

He positioned himself behind you and roughly grabbed your hips, lining himself up with your needy cunt. "You want to cum? You want my cock? Then lets see how much you can take." He said through gritted teeth and plunged into you without warning, not bothering to give you time to adjust before roughly thrusting into you.

You moaned out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as your head fell to the plush pillows below you. Maul pounded into you at a ruthless pace in a primal, animalistic fashion, no longer caring about your pleasure.

He harshly slapped your ass and roughly massaged your flesh as he plunged into you at a extraneous pace, slamming into your cervix with every thrust.

You gripped the sheets for dear life, letting out moans of a mix of pain and pleasure. The flesh of your ass was painful and red, your hips hurting from his solid grip that you both knew would leave a bruise, and your orgasm was fast approaching.

Maul quickly wrapped his hand tightly around your throat and pulled you back against his chest, letting out an animalistic growl. "Does my pet want to cum?" He asked in a rough voice. All you could do was nod and babble out a desperate plea. "Yes, master" You said through a breathy moan. His grip only tightened on your throat. "Are you going to touch yourself again?" He asked as he quickened his pace, hitting just the right spot. All that managed to come out of your mouth was a strangled moan as your orgasm crashed into you, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Maul held tightly onto your throat as you milked his cock through your orgasm, leaving you a panting mess.

He quickly turned you over onto your back, grabbing your wrists and holding them over your head with his right hand. "Don't you ever forget your place. You are nothing more than a worthless fucktoy for me. Do. You. Understand?" He asked through gritted teeth, slamming his cock into you. You quickly nodded and let out a breathy moan "Yes, master" He smirked and quickly moved his free hand to quickly circle your clit. "Good girl"

Within seconds you were already approaching your second orgasm. His quick and rough pace was all you needed to send you over the edge for the second time. He continued to quickly circle your clit as you screamed his name, milking his cock for the second time.

Maul buried his face in the crook of your neck and bit down hard on your shoulder, causing you to let out a cry of pain as his own orgasm followed, coating your walls with his seed.

After a moment he lifted his head and looked down at you. "I am the only one who can bring you pleasure. Don't you dare tough yourself with out my permission again. Is that understood?" He asked in a stern voice.

You lazily nodded, "Yes, Master" You said in a breathy, tired voice. He looked down at you with a satisfied smirk and pulled out of you, letting his cum seep down your thigh.

"Good, girl"

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[skywlker-sluvtt]

𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

a/n: hi my loves! sorry this one is a day late I'm having issues with google docs atm and i was in the emergency room with my brother but i'm back now <3

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cody x fem!reader warnings: grinding, dirty talk, overall porn without plot x word count: 464

As Cody walked through the front door, he could hear the needy whines from your bedroom. Still fully clad in his armour he snuck through the apartment until he could see your open door. The view of you grinding against a pillow, desperately bucking your hips into the fabric, mumbling his name repetitively. It was probably the hottest thing he’d ever seen you do. Removing his codpiece he enjoyed the few for a minute before getting an idea.

“Cyare, all you had to do was call” He smirked watching as you jumped from the bed in shock. “Cody you fucking pervert!” You shouted. “Nothing I haven’t seen before” He teased. “You’re late,” You tell him. “Yeah? And someone has no patience” He replied sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling you to his lap. You kissed him hard, he’d been gone all day and it was hard not to be so needy thinking of Cody. “How about you use my thigh like you did that pillow” He whispered removing his armour for you to get comfortable on him. “Cody” You whined nuzzling into his neck.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You’re being a brat right now baby, follow your orders” He whispers, you knew you were playing a dangerous game being whiny with him. “Yes commander” You mumbled. His hands were set on your hips beginning to guide your movements how he liked. The fabric of his blacks felt amazing against your pussy. Your wetness soaked through and you could feel how he flexed his thigh beneath you. “Commander” You whimpered. Cody admired your movements as you started to rut desperately. “Look at you mesh’la, so horny for me,” He said slapping your ass, encouraging you to go faster.

He continued to kiss you, your lips becoming swollen from his bites as you fucked against his thigh. “I can feel how wet you are it’s pathetic” He smirked against your neck beginning his trail of hickeys. “Cody please, I need your cock. T-This isn’t enough” You beg. “Yes, it is. You know you can baby” “I can’t” You replied breathlessly craving all of him. “Do it” He growled threading his fingers through your hair to tug on them, giving him better access to your neck. “Be a good slut for me”

Your hips began to move erratically chasing your orgasm. Cody admired how pathetic you looked. So desperate and wrapped up in your own pleasure that you didn’t care how you looked. “Cum for me baby, you know you want to” He smirked watching the familiar look on your face as you came repeating his name. You soaked his thigh perfectly resting your head against his armoured shoulder already feeling fucked out. “On the bed, we’re not finished yet Cyare” He whispered.

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[thenightmarketofdathomir]

So what if Savage wasn't the nicest fuck ever (and used his size to break you instead of being tender)?

Pairing: Savage Opress x Reader (AFAB Cis) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Borderline CNC, Rough P in V, size kink (brr brr)

The first time he pushes you into the table and kicks your legs apart, his whole hand covers your head to hold you in place. Cheek pressed to durasteel. The cold is shocking. A thumb muffles the sound of his belt clinking open. A claw razes the delicate skin beneath your chin because his whole palm covers your crown. A pinky swaddles the world in darkness. One squeeze and he could pop your skull like a meiloorun. There is discomfort, but more importantly, there is fear. Zabrak have great noses, and your scent is the biggest turn on.

A tear and cold air hits your ass. Your panties shredded, the pinch against your hips from the pop of tearing fabric edging your surprise with a bite of pain. He doesn't touch your cunt. He scents your slick. Your heat. The swell of your sex lubrication enough for the ripple of hard, hot flesh that butts up against your slit, wetting himself with your arousal as your heels lift and your knees buckle, the first two inches just the tip but the movement is sharp and swift and he's inside you with no regard for your tightness or the resistance your body offers because it pulls along the edges and you stretch just enough to feel in the seconds after how going rigid and squeezing does nothing. He pushes in without pausing, seating himself, half-hilted as the sensation catches you up. Can't breathe. Can't stop. Legs shaking. Little pops of his ridges terrifying because you know that when it pulls back, you're going to feel the way they tear you open.

When you don't have the breath, your high-pitched, little whimpers are smothered by the finger caressing over your lips, parting your mouth. He tastes like durasteel and sweat, and his callouses have callouses, but your heartbeat is in your cunt and there's salvation in surrender, so you touch your tongue to the finger in your mouth like there aren't tears in your eyes from the burn and the stretch and the threat of how his cock touches every part of you, the tip resting heavy and certain against your cerevix, creating just enough discomfort from the angle that you know, in no uncertain terms, that he's feeling your pulse squeezing him involuntarily. He knows that you're already throbbing as you get used to the feeling.

You don't move. He pulls you, angling your hips like he can adjust your body however he wants because you're smaller than him and it takes so little effort to bend you in half, to hitch you up by the hips so that he's more comfortable when he pulls out just to hear you keen for his absence -- each of those ridges sawing over the sensitive, spongy front wall of your cunt where you're sensitive. The effect whites out your senses, but there's no time to think about how close you are to coming apart before your breasts and your hands and your stomach squeak across the table when he lifts you up and drives himself into you fully in a single, sharp thrust.

That's his pussy, now. He's made it fit him and him alone. And when Savage grunts, moving you in time with the knock of his hips, chafing your body over the table, you're grateful that he wasn't gentle. This is how he claims you. Your mating doesn't need a mark. He's going to break you so that no one else will even dare come close to what he thinks of as his.

You don't have the air to scream when each knock of his balls against your ass and thighs stings like a slap. You don't have the capacity to stop the downwards plummet when each stroke bottoms him out; when he grinds his hips against you to open you further to fit him better and he cups a hand against you, trapping your clit with two fingers as he fucks you into his grip.

Pleasure smears across your vision in a mottle of colour and darkness, but he just keeps going: his ichor-augmented stamina unrivalled.

And even though you go limp for a time from passing out, and when you rise again to consciousness, it's to the knowledge that he's still not done and your legs are numb from being held up like the cocksleeve you are.

Maybe he'll flip you over if he gets bored. Maybe he'll slow or stop, or have you clean him up with your tongue, but for the moment, there's only the bite of his claws into your hips and your ass, and the deep, baritone grunt of your lover using your body to chase pleasures that he's never been afforded before.

Get comfortable. You're going to be here a while.

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[echoedcrosshairs]

Stories Master List

18+ NSFW The Bad Batch Smut

Those Who Fight Together part 1 (reg)

Those Who Fight Together part 2 (hunter)

Those Who Fight Together part 3 (tech)

Those Who Fight Together part 4 (crosshair)

Those Who Fight Together part 5 (Echo+Tech)

Those Who Fight Together part 6 (Angst)

Those Who Fight Together part 7 (Wolffe)

Those Who Fight Together part 7.5

Those Who Fight Together part 8 (Tech)

Those Who Fight Together part 9 (Lil of Everyone)

Those Who Fight Together part 10 (Boy Bonding)

Those Who Fight Together part 11 (Wrecker)

Those Who Fight Together part 12 (Smut, Angst, Wrecker)

Those Who Fight Together part 13

Those Who Fight Together part 14

Those Who Fight Together part 15

Those Who Fight Together part 16

Those Who Fight Together part 17

Those Who Fight Together (Shore Leave/Wolffe)

Dark Redemption (Kamino Lost) p.1

Dark Redemption (Strangers Together) p.2

Dark Redemption (Shadows Betrayal) p.3

Dark Redemption (Blank Slate) p.4

Technical Experience (tech)

Anatomically Defective (echo)

Anatomically Defective part two (echo)

Loyalty / Imperial Crosshair (Soulmate AU)

The Bad Batch Fluff/Angst

Until the End (Crosshair)

Giggles and Goggles (wip - Tech)

Unseen Scars (Rex)

Unseen Scars p.2 (Rex)

Clone Wars Smut

Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 1

Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 2

Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 3

Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 4

Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 5

Playing with Fire / Cad Bane part 6

Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 1

Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 2

Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 3

Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 4

Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 5

Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 6

Foxglove (Commander Fox) part 7

Lessons (Commander Neyo)

Instincts / Hunter (Soulmate AU)

Another Life / Dogma (Soulmate AU)

Meet Me on the Battlefield / Kix (Soulmate AU - wip)

Clone Wars Fluff/Angst

The Commando’s Laugh - part one (gregor)

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Training Room / Wrecker

Nobody’s Hero / Cad Bane (wip)

Just Cad / Cad Bane

Mandalorian / Boba Fett

The Portrait (boba fett)

The Portrait part two (boba fett)

His Queen (boba fett)

Captive (wip - boba fett)

Shiny (wip - din)

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[toastnpretzels]

Connection

masterlist

Relationships: Fives x female!reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (MINORS DNI), vaginal fingering, public fingering, medic reader, slightly angsty

Word count: 1898

Summary: A night out to 79s doesn’t end the way you think it will.

Authors note: This is my first time writing a smut. I’m sorry if this isn’t good, just know I am trying. I’ve also got a few other things in my drafts. I only proofread this once, so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Also, I will be making a masterlist after I post this. Thank you for all the good feed back on the Echo imagine. It really made me continue writing. I hope you all enjoy this :)

Being friends with Fives was always easy. The conversations came easy. Fives was so outgoing. He brought out the same thing in you. You both had been friends for so long. You met the first day he had become part of the 501st. He made an attempt at flirting with one of the other medics, which had failed very badly. She walked right away from him without saying a word. As female civilian medics, you were used to it. You were around men that see very few females that aren’t their commanding officers, of course you would be hit on. You’ve been hit on more times than you can count, although you never know if it’s from the drugs from whatever injury they are facing or if they are just being themselves.

The week had been long. The 501st had not been on Coruscant in a very long time. The first night was spent differently for everyone, some going to see secret significant others, others going to celebrate, and some just sleeping. For you and Fives, it was going to 79s with many of his other brothers. You loved going out with everyone, but it was becoming increasingly hard with Fives. Of course, you would start catching feelings for one of your closest friends. You tried so hard not to, but it was bound to happen. Between his flirty personality and his overall genuine care for you, there was no way you wouldn’t start feeling something. But every time, Fives would leave with someone else. You knew he wasn’t hurting you on purpose, but it still stung every time. The way he would dance with a new girl every night, the way he would kiss them in the corner where he thought no one would see, it all hurt you. But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know how you felt.

Tonight was different. Fives hadn’t left the booth where you and the rest of the 501st were sitting. Jesse and Kix had already both left with someone, leaving you with Tup and Dogma still sitting with you and Fives, but eventually they left to find someone as well. You expected this night to go the same as always, with some girl grinding on Fives and you leaving before you had to witness anymore. But Fives stayed.

“Why aren’t you going out there?”

“Why aren’t you out there? I don’t think I’ve seen you go home with a single person anytime we’ve came here,” Fives says while taking a sip of his drink. How did he even notice that? You never thought he would notice when you leave, being too busy wrapped around whatever girl he wanted for the night.

“It’s not really my type of thing to hook up with people. I prefer having a connection. Makes the experience so much better,” you said, trying to hide that the real reason was because you wanted to leave with him.

“What makes it better?”

He looks right at you with this stupid smirk on his face. Maker, he looked good tonight. You swallowed the rest of your drink before answering.

“Have you ever had sex with a someone you had feelings for? I don’t know how to explain it but it just feels so much better than with someone that you just met. Even if its not someone you love, just having a connection makes it better. Like having feelings for someone and being able to show it in a physical way,” you say. It sounds stupid in your head, but it’s the only explanation you can give without letting your emotions come spilling out.

“And what if I said I had feelings for you?”

You look up at him. He’s staring at you with the same stupid smirk from before. He must be joking.

“Please don’t say something like that if you are just trying to get a quick release from me,” you say quietly while looking away. You feel like you are going to cry. Why would he do something like this?

“Mesh’la please look at me. I would never treat you that way. I’ve had feelings for you the entire time. I know I have a horrible way of showing it, but that’s why I’m telling you now. Ever since the first day when you laughed at my horrible attempted at getting someone else’s attention. I knew I had picked the wrong person to flirt with from the very start.”

Fives moves his hand to cup your face. He looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You can’t believe you ever even thought that he would use you. This is your Fives, the one that cares so much about the people he loves, the one that would never hurt someone intentionally.

“Why did you wait so long to say something?”

He looks down and laughs a little. Even now his laugh is still cute.

“I couldn’t ruin the friendship we had. I’ve never had a friend like you. You mean the world to me. I just couldn’t keep going on acting like I didn’t feel something for you, like I hadn’t been wishing that every girl I’ve been with was you,” he says while looking back at you. He wipes the single tear that had escaped your eye.

“I have feelings for you too. I didn’t realize until it was too late. If I would’ve known you felt the same way, I would’ve said something.”

Fives smiles and leans in, letting his lips feel yours for the first time. Heat starts to rise throughout your body. Fives starts trailing his hands along your sides, settling them on your hips for the time being. You let your fingers slide through the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging a little. At this, he slips his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of his tongue gliding over yours is starting to become not enough. You can feel how your body aches for him. The kiss feels more heated, more hungry, every second.

Fives pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss down your neck. You let out a small gasp as he sucks a mark onto you. Your entire body is screaming for him to take you right here, not caring if anyone else sees. You aren’t sure if it is the feeling of the drink running through your body, or just the sensation of him touching you. It seems he is feeling the same way as you as he pulls away from your neck to look in the eyes. He looks just as a mess as you are, lips swollen from the kiss.

“Would you let me finger you in this booth?”

Fives glides his hands up your thigh. You couldn’t have made a better decision by wearing a dress tonight. The feeling of his hand slowly moving up is making your entire body pulse with need. You didn’t think tonight would end with a confession, let alone something so exhilarating happening in the back corner of 79s where anyone could walk over at any moment. His fingers ghost over your panties, now soaked through at the thought of him. You nod at him.

“Please, I need you,” you sigh as his finger presses slightly on your clit.

“Maker, your soaked. All of this just for me?”

Your head is spinning just from the feeling of him softly rubbing up and down your clothed clit. Your pussy is throbbing with need, enough that you are ready to cry with how badly you need him.

“Fives, please more.”

“Shh ill take care of you. You are going to cum on my fingers, then I’m going to take you back to the barracks where I can fuck you with no one else around,” he whispers in your ear, making you whine in anticipation.

As he finishes, he grabs at the waist band of your panties and pulls them down. You shift your hips up to help him take them off. Once they are around your ankles, Fives leans down to grab them and tucks them into his pocket. He brings his hand back up to your thigh. His touches are so soft making you ache for his fingers. As you’re ready to beg, he brings his finger to your clit. The smallest touch has you gasping again.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. We wouldn’t want anyone interrupting us would we?”

Fives presses his lips to your neck as he circles your clit. Your whole body is screaming with need as he continues to tease you. The touches are too light, too slow. It’s slowly driving you insane.

He finally brings his finger down from your clit to your entrance. You can feel yourself dripping onto his fingers already. He slips the tip of his middle finger into your entrance, the feeling making you want to scream out with just how good it feels. Your body is screaming for more as he continues to push his finger in slowly. He finally pushes it all the way in and curls it up. You whine out loud on accident. Fives stops his assault on your neck and puts his mouth over your own instead. He pulls his finger almost all the way out, just to then push it back in harder. He continues doing this, his palm rubbing against your clit every time his hand bottoms out. He keeps doing this, making you whine into his mouth with each push of his hand. You can hear the wet sounds coming from below you. He pulls his finger out slowly this time, making you whine again in protest.

“Think you can take another? I think you can,” he says as he pulls away from your lips. You nod your head, just wanting to feel more of him.

You clench around his fingers as he adds in another. It feels so good, too good for only being his fingers. He pumps them in faster and harder than before. Your head drops against his shoulder. You quietly moan and whine into his ear as his thumb comes up to circle your clit. Thank the maker for the loud music or else someone would have for sure heard you, from the small whines or the wet squelch coming from under the table. He begins kissing your neck again, nipping and leaving marks. You can feel yourself hurdling toward one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

“Cum on my fingers baby. Be a good girl for me, you can do it,”

At the sound of his voice, you feel yourself hit your peak. He kisses you again to swallow your moans. It washes over you in waves. You can’t feel your legs, just the pleasure coursing through your veins from just his fingers. You’ve soaked his hand and surely the seat below you. He pulls away again and kisses your forehead. He pulls his fingers out slowly, being careful not to overstimulate you. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them in. You can already feel your body becoming hot with need again.

“How was that?”

He has that stupid smirk on his face again. You giggle at that. Was he really asking like he didn’t just give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had?

“Can we leave now? I would like you to keep your promises of fucking me tonight.”

#arc trooper fives imagine #arc trooper fives smut #arc trooper fives x reader #arc trooper fives #fives x reader #fives smut #fives imagine #clone wars smut #the clone wars imagine #clone wars #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #star wars the clone wars #clone x reader

[hunnythebee]

Late Nights at 79s

18+ MINORS DNI 18+

Chapter 1: Taboo

You are a new Jedi Knight living in the heart of Coruscant and discovering the joys of the night life and the pleasures of the men who work so closely with the Jedi.

Explicit - 4.2k words - first person - female reader

Chapter 2 | Masterlist | AO3

Tags: Echo x Reader, Fives x Reader, Jedi!Reader, Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, clubbing, the 501st, Coruscant, 79s, hidden identity, flirting, kissing, dancing

WARNINGS and fic below the cut

last call minors gtfo

Warnings and Explicit tags: Alcohol, Oral (female recieving), Bathroom sex, exhibitionism if you squint, PIV, unprotected, creampie, dubcon?, straight up blasphemous use of the force.

Being a Jedi Knight definitely had its perks. For starters, being allowed to live outside the walls of the Temple on Coruscant, giving me a sense of freedom I never even knew I craved. Secondly, I was able to have a life outside of the order. As a Padawan I had always heard clones discussing places on the lower levels with dancing and drinking, but never did I think that I would enjoy such things. How wrong I was. It didn’t take long till I came across one of these clubs, and shortly after that I became a regular patron. It was an extremely risky game I was playing, clubbing with clones. Any given night I could be recognized, but I didn’t care. If I’m being completely honest it added to the exhilaration of being in such places.

My first night was fairly tame. I hadn’t known how to dress or act in such a situation. I only danced to two songs and drank one drink. In the morning I realized how lucky I was to not have been recognized by any of the clones. Originally I made a vow to myself to never go back, but I couldn’t help myself. It was fun and I craved more. The next time I went I was smarter. I purchased a few skimpy outfits, mirroring the women I had seen in the club my first night, and a pair of heels. The smartest addition to my outfits was a lightweight hooded cowl with a mask. Covering my face and hair so only my eyes show. 

That was a month ago, and I’ve gone at least twice a week every week since. Tonight I was going again, but this night was going to be quite different from others. I had already gone out to 79s twice this week, but on the second night I met a very flirty and forward ARC Trooper from the 501st. After he bought me a drink and we danced for a bit he invited me to come again tonight. He told me his brothers in blue were going to be there and I couldn’t pass on the chance to party with Skywalker’s boys. Since I knew that they were 501st, I decided a special outfit might be in order. I donned the white version of my signature cowl and a tight, short satin dress. It was a vibrant blue with two strips of fabric covering my breasts and tying behind my neck. My eyes were lined by a kohl liner and faux lashes. It made me feel more alluring as I peered up at the clones from behind my mask. I checked the time and discovered I was already running late, so I tucked my hair up into the hood and pulled up my mask. Ready to hail a speeder taxi to the lower levels.

When I arrived the music was steadily thumping inside and there was already a line wrapping around the block. I sighed, mentally cursing myself for taking so long. Just as I was about to make my way to the end of the line a masculine grabbed the crook of my elbow and spun me around. It was the clone who had invited me.

“There you are!” He greeted me with a mischievous crooked grin. He wasn’t wearing his half blacks, half armor that he had been wearing when I met him. No, tonight he was wearing a well tailored black button down and deliciously tight grey slacks. I eyed him up and down, thankful for the mask hiding the fact that I was biting my lip. He wouldn’t have caught it anyways, since he was too busy ogling me.

“Did you wear all this for me?” He asked smugly, a smirk plastered to his face.

“I might have,” I winked, “I think the 501st looks rather good on me, don’t you?”

“Baby…” he clutched his chest and stumbled back dramatically. “You gotta warn a man before you say something like that.” He earned the laughter he was after and returned to my side, snaking an arm around my waist and resting his hand on my hip. He was guiding me straight to the door, past the ever-growing line. He locked eyes with the bouncer and they gave each other a familiar nod as the velvet rope was lifted for us.

Inside it was loud and crowded and familiar. It was a really busy night, busier than what I was used to. All the tables were occupied and there was hardly any standing room at the bar. The clone by my side leaned in close to my ear, the scruff of his goatee brushing my skin ever so lightly.

“The boys and I already got a booth, what do you say we get you a drink?” His voice was so sultry and close to my ear that my skin erupted into chills and I lost my words for a moment. I gathered myself and cleared my throat.

“A drink would be great, thanks.” I nodded to him. We pushed our way up to the bar, where he got the attention of the bartender. Luckily, it was the one I usually saw when I came so I didn’t even have to order. They turned around, handed me my usual order and went back to serving the other patrons. My host was amazed by the interaction.

“That was impressive. You some kind of Jedi? Send him your order via the Force or some kriff?” He laughed at his own joke as I froze. My eyes widened in shock for a second before processing that he wasn’t being serious. I let out a half hearted laugh, which was not enough for him to drop it.

“You okay?” His face showed genuine concern as he searched my eyes. My heart was racing still, but I managed to compose myself.

“Yeah… just nervous about meeting your brothers,” I lied, brushing off my shock as nerves.

He cupped my clothed cheek with his hand, and I could feel the warmth transfer through the thin material. “There’s nothing to be worried about mesh’la. I’m not sure what you’ve heard, but I promise we aren’t that bad.”

I nodded, still feeling a twinge of fear in my gut. Something in the way the Force was ebbing around me tonight told me that change was coming and I feared that it meant that my little charade was about to be discovered. I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t caught that he was talking to me again, not until his lips were against my ear again.

“The name’s Fives, by the way,” never had an introduction sounded so seductive, “I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

I swallowed hard. In all the times I had been here I had been able to avoid giving my name. I didn’t even have a fake one on hand. I hesitated for a long moment before having a stroke of genius.

“You…” I placed an open palm to his chest, resting on the slightly exposed skin, “Can call me Fours.”

He smirked and squinted at me quizically, “Why ‘Fours’?”

I leaned in close to ear and pulled my mask down so my lips could brush his ear for a change, “Because, Fours comes before Fives.”

He shivered at my words and gripped my hips hard as I pulled my mask back up. Fives pulled me in tight against him and rested his forehead to mine. The biggest grin spread across his face. “We are going to have the best karking night.”

After our little introduction, he led me by the hand to one of the booths lining the walls. It was packed tight with clones in various states of dress. Two were sporting the standard half blacks, half armor of most off-duty clones, and were engaged in an intense arm wrestling match. One was dressed in a muscle tank with a leather jacket draped over the back of the booth near him, nursing his drink and lazily watching the events of the match unfold. The last one was dressed similarly to Fives, but his shirt matched the color of my dress. He had been watching for us. Fives presented me to the table while they all looked up from what they were doing.

“This is Fours, boys. I told you I was bringing a beauty tonight.” He announced proudly, causing my cheeks to flush. Once again I felt very thankful for the mask. The clone in blue stood to welcome me. He took my hand in his and kissed the back of it, and as he did I noted his hair was a light shade of blonde. 

“Captain Rex, at your service. But you can just call me Rex.” He flashed me the sweetest smile and my heart skipped a beat. I had known I was drinking with clones of the 501st, but it was now occurring to me that I was partying with the 501st. I should have realized it when Fives told me his name but it didn’t register till now. He was busy introducing everyone else at the table but I was too wrapped up in my own astonishment to listen. I didn’t need to. This was Captain Rex, Arc-Trooper Fives, Echo, Jesse, and their medic Kix. Their identifiers were unmistakable now that I was really looking at them. I had heard of these men in multiple briefings, but never had I seen them in person. Maybe I could be a little more relaxed with my mask tonight, since I don’t risk them knowing me.

“It’s an honor to be drinking with you all tonight,” I offered as thanks for the invite.

“Trust me, the honor is all ours tonight,” smirked Jesse. They all shifted, allowing for me to have space to sit down with them. I sat sandwiched between Fives and Jesse. Jesse’s cologne filled my senses and I desperately wanted to bury my face in his shirt and breathe deeply, but I exercised restraint. Echo and Kix went back to their arm wrestle and I sat swirling my drink in my hand, contemplating how far I was willing to let my guard down. I hadn’t noticed that Jesse had stretched his arm out behind me and was leaning in closer.

“That cowl looks hot and uncomfortable, you got a reason for wearing it?” He was pressing into me and my mind was going blank.

“R–religion. Can only take it off around trusted ones.” Which was mostly true.

“You don’t trust us?” He pouted jokingly.

Without a second thought I responded, “Of course I trust you guys, it's… others I don’t trust.” I gestured toward the jumping crowd of people.

“We can fix that, can’t we Captain?” Jesse nodded to Rex, who seemed to instinctively understand. He manipulated a button on a panel I had never noticed before and an opaque red curtain fell over the entrance to the booth alcove.

Fives spoke next, “Now you can get as comfortable as you want babe.”

I chewed my cheek for a moment as I contemplated it. 

Kriff it. I pulled the mask down and the hood. All eyes were on me as my hair fell loose and free and my face was revealed in full. Most were looking on in pure feral attraction, but one was fixed a little too intensely on my features. I could feel Echo eyeing me carefully, a question burning in his mind. I decided to pry.

“Something the matter?” I asked, turning to him and locking eyes with him.

“N-no. Nothing’s wrong.” He stammered.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” I pushed.

He licked his lower lip and leaned closer to me. “Why are you using the name Fours? We all know that isn’t your real name.”

My heart sank. Kriff. How could he recognize me? I opted to try the same trick on him that I had tried on Fives.

“Fours comes before Fives.” I throw him a wink and he stiffened while the whole table erupted in laughter.

“Leave it to Fives to find one that is even sassier than he is.” Kix joked as he took a shot. Fives narrowed his eyes at his brother while Kix just smiled into his drink. I reached out in the Force, sensing an unease. It was Echo. He wasn’t satisfied with my answer and I needed to know why. But for now I was going to enjoy my time with the boys in blue. I took a long sip of my spotchka, appreciating the warmth spreading through my extremities as I did so.

The night continued on with multitudes of topics of conversation, mostly trying to find out more about me. However I was expertly dodging every question and offering my own in return. I got them sharing war stories and barracks gossip and that was the end of their line of questioning.

“...and then I said I’ve never been with a Rodian before but I’ll try anything once!” Jesse finished his story and the table laughed.

“There is no way you fucked a Rodian,” I challenged him.

“I have proof if you don’t believ–” he moved to pull out his datapad and the whole table shouted “NO!”

“Alright alright, I believe you! I do NOT want to see that though.” I shuddered.

“Don’t have the stomach for the suction cups?” Joked Kix. I shook my head ‘no’ in response and laughed.

“What is the craziest thing you’ve done in bed, Fours?” Asked Rex. My face turned bright pink, and I no longer was hidden by my cowl. It wasn’t that I hadn’t done anything before, but there was no way I could tell the story without revealing what I am.

“Uhhh…” My brain was stalling out, I had nothing. All eyes were on me, and then Echo came to my rescue. He had just returned from the bar with another round and saw the look on my face. Echp placed the tray down and offered a hand to me.

“Apologies for the rudeness of my brothers. No one’s even offered to dance with you tonight.” He was looking at me with such intent. I knew I needed to accept his offer.

“You are absolutely right Echo!” I pulled my hood and mask back on as I stood and took Echo’s hand, making sure to walk a little extra seductively as the other clones looked on. We entered the dancefloor as another song was playing. I linked my arms around the back of Echo’s neck and pressed my hips against his as I started to move and grind. Instinctively, he placed his hands on my hips and began grinding with me. For the first time that night, he was relaxed with me. It didn’t last though, I pulled back a little to look into his golden eyes and his face dropped into a look of abject horror. He released my hips like I was hot metal and abandoned me on the dancefloor. I was dumbfounded and a little offended. I decided to pursue him through the crowd. He was hurrying along to the restrooms, but I managed to catch up as he went in and bolted the door behind me. I turned around to confront him but he was already on me. He pinned me to the door I had just locked and pulled my mask down. In the harsh light of the bathroom there was no hiding any feature of my face. 

“Commander...” Was all he said, and it felt as if the floor fell out from beneath me. He pushed off me with a grunt and began pacing the length of the restroom and anxiously running his hands through his hair I could feel the mixture of emotions coming off of him. I needed to put his mind at ease.

“E–Echo… I swear it’s not what you think.” I attempted to reassure him but he turned to face me with a wild look in his eye.

“It isn’t? So you aren’t in disguise? In a nightclub? Seducing clones?” His words were harsh, but true.

“I’ll have you know I haven’t hooked up with a single clone!” I attempted to defend myself. He was breathing so hard, I could see his chest rising and falling even from this distance. I decided to throw caution to the wind since I was already screwed. “How did you know who I was?”

“General Shaak Ti has a picture in her quarters back in Tipoca City. Fives and I used to end up there a alot… You’re in the photo.”

“Do the others know?” I asked, feeling my stomach twist.

“No. It’s not my place to tell them,” he stated plainly. I felt a surge of comfort. The last thing this clone wanted to do is rat me out.

“Is… is it your place to tell the council?”

“What?! No! I would never.” He responded, sounding almost offended.

I took a deep breath, feeling my nerves ease exponentially. He wasn’t going to turn me in, thank the maker. But then that begged the question, why was he still looking like he’s about to pass out?

“Echo?” I asked cautiously.

“Yes?” He asked, sounding as dissheveled as he looked.

I hesitated for a moment, debating if I wanted the answer to this question or not. “Why are you so concerned about my being a Jedi if you aren’t going to turn me in?”

He gripped the bathroom counter so hard his knuckles turned white. My heart was racing waiting for his answer. I was staring at him, my bottom lip between my teeth. He looked back at me and answered finally, “Because… you’re a Jedi.”

“And?” The question came out more flirtatious than I intended.

He took a shaky breath and a step toward me, “And… I’m a clone…”

The entire situation came to light, my body moved without permission. Closing the distance further. “And?” My words were breathy and low.

“It’s…” The distance closed between us and he brushed a hand along my bare arm. I shivered and keened into his touch. “It’s…” he said once more, his eyes fixed hungrily on me.

“It’s?” I teased, lacing my fingers into his hair.

“Forbidden.” He finally managed. The word lit a fire inside me. Like the reminder of how wrong all of this was made me want it more. I pressed closer to him and his hands found my hips. Our lips were close but still just barely touching, and I wanted so desperately to close the distance.

I whispered into his mouth, “Only if we get caught.” 

A groan came from his throat and that was all the push he needed. His mouth was hot against mine. His kisses were more delicious than I could have imagined. It was sweet, despite the alcohol, and laced with a neediness that I felt down to my core. His hands moved down my legs and he lifted me so my legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me to the very bathroom counter he had been clinging to moments before, his mouth never leaving mine. He set me down on the counter and his lips left mine for a moment too long. I pulled at the fistful of hair I had in hand and exposed his neck. My mouth moved expertly along his thick, muscular neck. I bit into a soft spot right under his jaw and he moaned. His hips attempted to grind into me, but he was still wearing his cod piece. I moved to remove it, but he caught my wrists before I could finish my task. His eyes were fixed on mine, and he looked feral and seductive this way. 

“I want to taste you first.” Before I could finish nodding yes to his statement, he was already sinking to his knees. My dress had ridden up my legs when he had carried me so all that he had to do to reach my wetness was remove my panties. He carefully pulled them down my legs and off. He pocketed them with a smirk and spread my legs wider to get a better look at the arousal dripping from my pussy. He licked his lips at the sight and licked through the folds, swirling and sucking at the swelling bundle of nerves. I tipped my head back and moaned his name. This spurred him on further, beginning to eat my pussy like I was the most delicious meal he had ever tasted. I was already coming undone from his mouth when he added a finger. He tenderly sunk the digit into my opening and curled it against my favorite spot. I spasmed under his touch and he smiled against my pussy as he began to pump his finger in and out.

“F–fuck…Echo…ahh… more. Want more.” I begged between gasps. I wanted him to fill me, stretch me out. He obliged my pleading, sinking another finger into my wetness. The sounds pouring from my mouth were obscene. A series of curses and moans as I grinded against his tongue.

“D-don’t stop… gonna cum…make me cum…” my moans and pleas were echoing throughout the restroom. He added one more finger and I felt the stretch I desperately wanted. I lost all control of my body as he brought me closer and closer.

“I’m cumming. Fuck! I’m cum-cumming…” I screamed as the sensation surged through my veins. He pushed me over that edge and worked me through it. Once the clenching throb of my pussy walls subsided he pulled his fingers from me and licked them clean. He stood and pressed another searing kiss to my lips, but now he tasted of me. I broke away slightly.

“Fuck me,” I whispered against his mouth. I was still riding the high of my orgasm, but I needed him inside me. He didn’t say a word. Instead he began removing his codpiece, letting it clatter to the floor once it was detached. He pulled out his throbbing cock and fisted it a few times.

“Turn around,” he commanded, “I want you to watch yourself get fucked by me.” His words made me even wetter. I hopped off the counter, legs still fairly weak, and turned around to face the mirror. He pressed me down against the counter so my ass was on full display. Echo kneaded the round flesh as he dragged his tip through my wetness. Then he was pushing in, slowly, splitting me open on his cock. I did as he asked and watched the mirror as he sank into my pussy. My eyes looked fucked out and my hair was in a disarray but I couldn’t care less. He buried himself inside me completely, and sat there for a moment. Once I had adjusted to the feeling he began to move. He was being painfully slow and cautious with me.

“That the best you got, trooper?” I teased, using his title to remind him of the taboo act we were committing. I felt his dick pulse inside me and I knew I had gotten the desired effect. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and leaned over me so he could look in my eyes through the mirror.

“I was going to take it easy on you, Commander. But if you want to be fucked like the dirty slut you are…” He pulled his hips back and slammed them into me with immense force, using his hold on my hair to keep me in place. “Then who am I to say no?”

Echo’s pace picked up, and he continued fucking into me with no mercy. I was certain that my pussy would be bruised in the morning, and maker help me, that’s exactly what I wanted. We were not quiet. Moaning loudly, his hips slapping against my ass. I shut my eyes for a moment and he grabbed my face to make me look back into the mirror.

“You’re such a pretty little Jedi slut. Watch as I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember your own name.” He commanded.

“Yes, sir.” I moaned. 

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum…” 

A devious thought creeped into my mind and I couldn’t help myself, “Cum inside me, fill me up Echo.”

“I–I shouldn’t. T–too wrong. T–taboo.” He was deliriously close.

“Then fuck me right up to your orgasm, please Echo…” I begged innocently.

He didn’t respond, he just kept fucking into my pussy. Chasing his orgasm. I knew he wanted to cum inside me, he just didn’t want to admit it. I reached out with the force, as he got closer I readied myself. Then it came, his hips began to stutter and he moved to pull out. I pushed him back into me with the force and he screamed out my actual name as he climaxed. He collapsed over my body, gasping for air.

“Did you do that?” He asked once his senses began to come back to him. He pulled his softening cock from my leaking hole and I turned to face him. I smiled sweetly.

“Are you mad?” I asked, nuzzling against his nose.

He groaned, “Not even slightly. Just shocked you would use the force in such a… perverted way.” He helped adjust my dress, but refused to give back my panties. “Think of it as my proof that I fucked a Jedi.” He smirked and pressed one last sweet kiss to my lips. Before leaving the bathroom ahead of me. Instead of immediately returning to the booth, I opted to get a quick shot at the bar. My head was spinning from the encounter with Echo and I felt like it was evident on my face. I needed something to counteract that.

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[darthtaoshay]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾their favorite girl

Sex Work and Double Penetration | Captain Rex/Sex Worker!F!Reader/Commander Cody

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Warning(s): NSFW(18+ ONLY), Sex Work, Threesome(no cl*necest), Being Paid for Sex, Double Penetration, Protected Vaginal and Anal Sex, Praise, Slight Sex Toy Usage/Butt Plug, and Nipple Play

Notes: Did clones get paid? No but let your imagination run wild on how they got the money to pay for a sex worker okay?

WC:2158

“I got you a gift,” Cody whispers to Rex as the two follow their Generals out of the briefing room. 

Before Rex could question him, Anakin and Obi-Wan turn to them to applaud how well they and their men did during the mission. The two thank their Generals before they are dismissed. It’s quiet between the two for a moment as they put distance between them and the Jedis, but once he feels they are a good ways away; Rex stops and turns to his brother confused.

“What could you have possibly gotten me and for what reason?”

Cody glances at Rex with a smirk on his face, “can I not do something nice for you for no reason? And it’s a surprise, you’ll see.”

“Yeah, right.” Rex scoffs, “what’s the catch then?”

“There is no catch. Although, I really did get you this because you’ve been working hard and you deserve something nice.”

The reply takes Rex off guard for a moment. “I-... Thank you.”

Giving him a genuine smile, Cody pats his shoulder before he starts to walk again. Still a little confused and flustered at the small compliment, Rex stands there as Cody walks away. He realizes that he hasn’t been told what the gift is and rushes after his brother. 

“Are you still not going to tell me what it is?”

“Nope but we should get moving, the gift is waiting for us.”

Rex didn’t think he could get more confused until Cody said that, but nonetheless he starts to follow his brother. As the two walk, Rex starts to guess what the surprise might be. It’s funny to Cody how hard his brother is trying to figure out what it is, so he doesn’t mind entertaining Rex’s constant guesses. The guesses keep coming as they head to the GAR base. 

“You already said that one,” Cody points out. 

“Well, you won’t even give me a hint or tell me if I am wrong!” 

Laughing at Rex’s frustration, Cody leads him to the Marshal-Commander wing. They finally end up at the door that leads to Cody’s private room, but he doesn’t unlock the door yet. He puts his hand on the doorknob, but turns to his brother and raises his eyebrow.

“Are you done guessing or did you want to give a few more?” 

“Just open the door already,” Rex grumbles jokingly.

Cody smirks before unlocking and opening the door to his room, letting Rex in first before following behind him. Motioning for Rex to follow him, Cody leaves the entryway and into the main area of his room. Stepping to the side, Cody crosses his arms and lets his brother take in the sight of the gift that is on his bed. 

You are there on the bed, nude and with one hand between your legs, while the other is gently groping one of your breasts. The hand between your legs is holding the base of the dildo, letting you hold onto the toy as you thrust it in and out of your wet cunt. They can even see the shiny base of the plug you have keeping your ass prepped for them. It’s clear to see that you are well prepared just from the sight of the slick mess between your legs, which has even spread to your thighs. Both of the clones are enjoying the show in front of them, their cocks hardening as they hear your soft moans. 

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to show,” you tease breathlessly. 

“And leave our favorite girl alone for the night? Not a chance,” Cody says while walking over to the bed with Rex following him.

“How long do we have before the next client, mesh’la?”

“Now Rex, I told you I got you a gift. She’s all ours for the night, I made sure of that.” 

“He did pay a pretty credit but I promise I’ll make it worth it for you two.” You say with a wink.

“You always do,” Rex grins as he starts to take off his armor. 

Cody follows his lead, both watching as you still thrust the dildo in and out of your cunt. Rex finishes getting undressed first and joins you on the bed, letting his hands gently caress up your leg. He playfully swats your hand away from the base of dildo before grabbing it himself. You moan as he starts to pull the sex toy out of your cunt slowly. After the dildo is out of you, Rex sets it on the bedside table before reaching his hand back down to run his fingers through the mess between your legs. Just as he goes to push a finger into your cunt, you reach down and grab his wrist to stop him. 

“There’s no need for that, I’m all ready.” 

“You know how much Rex loves to feel you make a mess on his fingers, cyar’ika.” Cody says while climbing onto the bed beside you. 

“I know he does but you two took so long,” you fake pout at them. “I’m too sensitive from all the edging.”

“Oh you poor thing,” Cody coos at you, pinching your cheeks together to make you have pursed lips. “Rex’ika since this is your gift, it’s your pick.” 

Rex again looks down between your legs, taking in the sight of the wetness glistening, but it’s not until his eyes fall on the shiny base of the plug that he realizes which part of you he wants. He brings his hand down to hook two fingers under the base of the plug, the thin neck of the toy squeezed between the two. Pulling gently before pushing it firmly against you, Rex feels you clench around the wide body of the toy.

“If you don’t mind, Codes, I would love to fill this pretty ass tonight.” 

“All yours,” Cody says before moving to get in a more comfortable position on the bed.

Once he is in place, Cody motions for you to come and straddle him. As you move to get up, you reach to the bedside table to grab two condoms, tossing one to Rex and handing the other to Cody. Cody is quick to open the protection and roll it down his cock before moving his hands to grip your hips. He brings you close to him as he pulls you down to grind against his cock causing both of you to moan at the feeling. 

It doesn’t take long before you sit up on your knees slightly to reach down and wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You smile down at him as you start to slowly move back down, letting your cunt take in his cock. Cody sighs as he leans his head back against his pillows, his cock already twitching inside of your warm cunt. His hands grip your hips tighter as you finally take all of his cock. He wants for you to start riding his cock, but all you do is lean forward with your hands on his chest while staying seated on his cock.

“Come on, cyar’ika.” Cody groans while grinding his hips up against you. 

“Now now, Commander. I thought I was a gift for Rex? Not much of a gift if he doesn’t get to be involved.” You look back while presenting your ass more to Rex. “It’s all for you, Captain.” 

Rex bites his lip to stifle a groan while letting go of his cock as he moves closer to you and Cody. He reaches to hook his fingers on the butt plug once more before slowly pulling it out of your ass. You whine as you feel the wide body of the plug pull at your sensitive rim, your cunt and ass tightening. Both men moan, Cody from the feeling of you tightening around his cock and Rex from the way he feels you tightening around the plug. Finally, pulling the plug free of your body, the man behind you brings his lube-slicked cock to press against your rim.

“You ready, mesh’la?” Rex whispers in your ear. 

You nod quickly, wanting nothing more than for him to push inside of your ass. He gives you a quick kiss under your ear before he pushes his hips forward, feeding his cock into your ass. Your eyes roll back as you feel him filling you up with his cock, your nails digging into Cody’s pecs. Rex uses one hand to grip your shoulder while the other comes to grab your side, giving a gentle squeeze. Once his cock is deep inside of your ass, Rex looks down to see your ass seated perfectly on his hips. The sight makes him moan loudly while leaning forward and hiding his face in your hair. 

“Can we move, pretty girl?” Cody asks 

Rex whines, “please let us move.” 

You give a breathless laugh while grinding down on their cocks, all three of you moaning at the feeling. 

“Is that a yes?” 

“Please,” you moan.”Please fuck me.”

The moment you give them permission, both men use their grips on you to move you up until only the tips of their cocks are inside of you. Cody is the first one to thrust his hips up against you, filling you with his cock once more. As he starts to thrust in and out of you, Rex is quick to follow. Both of their thrusts are fast and deep, each one making you jolt up slightly, but you are only brought right back down due to their hold on you.

The room is full of your loud moans as well as the two clones’ moans mixed with the wet slaps of your hips meeting each other. Rex brings the hand gripping your side down to start rubbing your clit slowly, while Cody brings one of his hands up to grope at your breasts. You keep one hand firmly on Cody’s chest while sitting up slightly to reach back and wrap your arm around Rex’s neck, your hand coming up to scratch his scalp gently. Turning your head to the side, you look up at Rex through your lashes as you tighten your ass around his cock.

“Feeling good, mesh’la? You like being fucked by two cocks, hm?” 

You whine as he starts to rub your clit faster, “yes! I love being filled with your cocks, love it so much.”

A quick sharp pinch to one of your nipples has you gasping and turning your hand back to look down at a smirking Cody. He pinches your nipple again, making you moan and clench tighter around both of their cocks. You grin down at him while bringing your hand to pinch one of his nipples as well. The sharp pain of the pinch makes Cody’s cock twitch inside of your cunt, his hips thrusting up against yours harder. 

“Do it again,” he grunts out through clenched teeth. 

You pinch his nipple again, this time giving it a tug at the same time you scratch Rex’s scalp again. Both men moan louder as they start to thrust faster and harder, each chasing their release. Cody stays groping your breasts as well as pinching and tugging your nipples, his balls tightening as he gets closer to cumming. Rex uses his hand on your shoulder to push you forward more, letting him thrust into you harder than before. His fingers on your clit rub firmly as his cock throb inside of your ass, his need to cum building. 

The moment Rex gives your clit a few gentle taps, you cry out as you cum. Cody is the first to cum after you, his cock twitching inside of your quivering pussy as he fills the condom with his cum. His hands reach up to pull you down against him, letting Rex grip your hips rightly. You whine softly into Cody’s neck as Rex pulls you back onto his cock, your entire body feeling overly sensitive from your release. Rex is grunting loudly behind you as his brother whispers praise in your ear. Using his grip on you, Rex brings you back against him as he cums, his hips grinding against your ass as he fills his condom.

Rex gently pulls his cock out of your ass and moves to sit back on his heels; he removes the condom while taking deep breaths. Cody helps you lift off his cock before removing his own condom. Both of them slowly get off the bed on shaky legs and clean up slightly before coming back to the bed to see you laid back with your arm over your eyes. Grinning, Rex grabs your ankle and pulls you down the bed slightly, making you give a shocked noise.

“The night is still young, cyar’ika.” Cody teases, “don’t tell me you are already too tired.”

Getting up, you crawl towards the end of the bed. “Was just waiting on you two.”

#Captain Rex smut #Commander Cody smut #Rex x Reader #Cody x Reader #Captain Rex x Reader #Commander Cody x Reader #Star Wars smut #Clone Wars smut

[donsani]

Here’s my submission for @rexsoka-monthly June Prompt: It’s Not What It Looks Like

#clone captain rex #rexsoka #clone wars smut #tcw smut #captain rex #ahsoka tano #anakin and ahsoka #star wars smut

[nahoney22]

I know requests are closed... but who else could I tell those fantasies I have about Dogma?

He'd capturing my thought and I make it your problem, too. 😏

Just imagine the sweet man one night alone at the barracks in his bunk. And he’s like: 'Okay, maybe I should try for once what the others think is so great about that self-pleasure.'

He even just blushed at the thought about it. But then he locks himself in and undresses, takes some lube he finds in someone else's locker.

Then he lays down and... ohhh did that sheet always felt so good on his skin? At first he just tries carefully with his fingers. It’s not enough. He almosts gasps when he wraps his hand around himself...

That’s when he loses it! You've never seen someone looking so sweet and sexy when he lets go. Absolutely lost in that sensation. So much he's even humping his blanket.

He never slept so well in his entire life like after that evening. Maybe he should try something else too sometimes?!

Taking it Solo***

A Dogma One Shot

word count: 1.2k

After Dogma finds himself alone in the bunks, he takes some time to reflect. Maybe, he deserves some TLC.

warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, solo male masturbation, first time masturbation, this is dominantly a Dogma fic by itself but there is a very minor mention of someone/reader.

authors note: bestie you just know I LOVE me some Dogma smut. He deserves some.. alone time. Enjoy! 🤍

The nights seemed longer than ever, burdened by the unrelenting war. Every Clone carried the weight of uncertainty about the coming day, but none felt it as keenly as Dogma.

Known for his unwavering obedience, which had earned him his name from among his brothers, he walked alone to the barracks one evening, a departure from his usual routine.

He couldn't understand why he had lied to General Skywalker about feigning illness, or why the General had accepted it after he stuttered his way through it. Regardless, Skywalker had told him to rest, and rest he would.

That, at least, was his plan.

As the barracks door hissed open, Dogma was greeted by a dimly lit room, rows of bunk beds immaculately kept. He had never felt so alone, and strangely, he welcomed it.

Walking to his bunk, the door sealing shut behind him, he sat on the edge and released a heavy sigh. A nagging guilt gnawed at him for evading today's mission with a lie. But, it was too late to sprint back to the hangar and ask Skywalker if he could join the mission now. Instead, he lay back and fixated on the empty bunk above him.

His thoughts meandered, with no particular focus, as his fingers absently traced the sheet beneath him. Then, a new and unfamiliar thought invaded his mind. His mouth grew dry, a sudden desire ignited within him, leaving him bewildered and slightly flustered. He cast a cautious glance around the room, once again finding solace in its emptiness, yet his heart began to race unevenly. Where was this leading him?

He stilled his hands and steadied his breathing, but the thoughts persisted.

During the times when Tup and Fives dragged him to 79's (literally), he found himself subjected to stories about their intimate life. Though Fives’ stories seemed more far-fetched rather than they were believable. It didn't exactly bother him, but it never piqued his interest. Plus, he was always wary of breaking the rules. Yet, deep down - way deep down - a part of him couldn't help but wonder what it might be like to be with someone, to experience some kind of physical connection in that way.

His grip on the sheets tightened once more, and his eyes closed as he pondered. Have the sheets always felt this soft? Had the constant specter of war effectively numbed him to every emotion he should have been experiencing?

He had enough. Enough of wondering. He gets up and quickly marches towards Fives’ locker and somewhat unsurprisingly, it’s unlocked. He knew he had some in here after bragging about it and grabs a bottle of lube. He pauses, stares at the tube and second guesses but the nagging feeling of wanting to explore something new was too powerful to ignore.

He crawls back into his bunks and checks the coast was clear once more before sliding his pants down, just past his knees. To his surprise, he was already half-hard under his underwear.

Dogma savours the moment. Savouring the idea of being alone with just his thoughts and without immediate responsibilities that puts his life at risk.

Gently, his left hand came up to caress his chest, pondering what it’d be like to feel someone’s hand touch him where his heart lied. Then, he began running his fingertips slowly over the ridges of hard muscle. He’d never been the most muscular of the 501st, but he’d always been slightly toned.

As his fingers stroked from his sternum down towards the waistband of his underwear, a countering shiver ran upwards from the base of Dogma’s spine, making the hairs at the nape of his neck stand up, and a soft sigh to escape his mouth.

Almost apprehensively his fingers stroked under the waistband of his pants and through to his pubic hair until he reached the base of his member.

Wrapping his index finger around to the underside, his thumb pressing on top, Dogma then began to gently stroke just his two fingers from the base to just below the head of his cock. He let out a soft sigh, the warm feeling of his hand against his flesh was…pleasant, relaxing.

He continued the motions for a while, lazy strokes up and down, occasionally swiping his thumb over the slit until he was hard enough.

Biting on the inside of his cheek, Dogma turns to the bottle of lube to feel something different.

As he puts a squirt of lube into the palm of his hand, the warm and slippery substance creates a puddle. With languid motions, he begins to stroke his cock. Slow and tenderly.

“Fuck,” he rasps almost silently. His neck cranes back, the sheets moving underneath him. The slick feeling of his cock between his hand made him almost melt in absolute bliss that he was missing all of this for so long.

His mind riled with different thoughts, imagining how it would feel to have someone sit between his legs and tend to his cock as tenderly as he was, wondering what it would be like for someone to cup his balls and praise him.

He wanted praise. He needed praise.

“S’good,” he mutters to himself, licking his lower lip as his hand dived further down his cock until he managed to caress his balls, rolling them slowly in the palm of his warm and slicked up hand before moving back to focus on stroking.

His eyes open slowly, eyelids heavy as his toes curl in delight at the sensation of getting pleasured, his breathing heavy, needy.

Words strangled in his throat, the pleasure burning through his veins that his eyes rolled into his head and shut again.

His grip on his cock sped up, the lewd sound of him pumping taking over the room, mixing with his short, soft grunts.

He went back to picturing what it’d be like to be beside someone, to have someone to hold and someone to fuck. Hard. Soft. But as he did, his mind went back to 79’s and that one person who gave him a second glance. Just that once. Those eyes, that laugh, that smile that now burned into his brain. How would they feel, nude and pressed against him as he rocked his hips against them? Would their skin feel as soft as the sheets that soon started to stick to his body?

“I wish you were here,”

He could feel his orgasm start to slowly build within him, his previously measured strokes becoming unsteady and harsh as Dogma moans into the chilly air of the barracks.

Fingers gripped tightly just below the head of his cock, he roughly worked the top of his length. Moaning loudly, imagining vividly, he hauled himself up so he was kneeling on the bunk.

His head dropped forward to his chest, and beads of sweat rolled down his neck as his climax built, throbbing against.

One, “oh f-fuck, yes!”

Two, “please… please…”

Three more firm strokes of his length and he was there, his cum falling over his messy bed sheets.

He stutters, body twitching at his climax before he collapses down onto his bunk with a thud. He laid there for a few minutes, panting and thinking about what he did. He knows he should get up and clean himself but for now, just for one minute, he felt calm. He felt content.

Masterlist

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#dogma #arc trooper dogma #clone wars #clone wars smut #clone trooper smut #star wars #nahoney22 writes #dogma x reader

[mozzarella-stickz]

Karma: Cad Bane x F! Original Character

Author’s Note: I titled this Karma like the Taylor Swift song only because of the line “Karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter” and I was like OMFG. Anyways enjoy this absolutely disgusting piece of literature.

Summary: Zena Brene is on the run from her rich father. He hires Cad Bane to bring her home.

Warnings: NSFW (oral sex F! and M! receiving fingering, vaginal sex), alien penis??, author makes up stuff about space poorly, arranged marriage (not with Bane), original female character

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The first two days on the run had been fine. Her father hadn’t known she was gone for at least a few hours, giving Zena a head start. However, by the third day, unbeknownst to her, someone was following her.

Zena had assumed her father would send someone after her, but not who was now traveling through the cantina, scanning his red lizard eyes for her. Zena hid further under the hood of the robe she had stolen from home, desperately trying to cover her face up. The entire cantina was silent as Cad Bane trailed through it, holding a puck with her face on it. The bartender took one look at it, back at her and his eyes widened. Zena felt her heart go out and time stand still as he opened his lips and yelled to the bounty hunter.

“She’s right here!”

Zena turned around and met the gaze of Bane, her heart dropping to her stomach. She had a plan, and as she jumped up and ran, she used the cloak to knock him over, running out of the cantina as fast she could. Her speeder was out there, sitting and waiting, and she grabbed the goggles from the seat, starting it up and…

It didn’t start. The bastard had taken out the transmission.

“Stars above,” she swore, her eyes filling with tears. No choice now but to make a break for it. She began to run, but her attempts were proven futile as she heard running from behind her, the sound of a blaster shot, and the next thing Zena knew, everything was dark.

“You put up quite a fight, lil’ lady.”

Zena opened her bleary eyes, finding herself in a small cell on what appeared to be a ship. Sitting up, she wiped her eyes, her vision coming back as she locked eyes with Cad Bane through the bars.

“My father hired you, didn’t he?” she snarled, crossing her arms. “Of course he would do that. How much is he paying you?”

“Dat is confidential information,” he said, pulling a toothpick out of his pocket and chewing on it.

“Fuck you!”

Zena spat at him through the bars, enjoying the glare he gave her as fury raged in his red eyes.

“You outta learn some respect,” he said bitterly, wiping the spit off his face. “I pity the poor bastard who’s marrying you.”

“Oh, so he told you, huh? How I’m his rebellious, annoying, petulant brat? How he thinks this man is going to set me straight? Yeah, right. That bastard has about the same amount of brains as an Akk dog. Smells like one too.”

“Yer a funny one. It’s a damn shame you’re engaged already.”

“Oh, gimme a break! You stunned me and put me in a cell, don’t try and get all sappy with me now.”

Zena sat back down, but was surprised to hear a key inserted into the lock, turning with a click. Bane entered the cell, leaning against the wall, dangling the key from his long fingers. To her chagrin, something…ignited in her. She felt a wave of arousal between her legs.

“We’re almost dere,” Bane said. “About a day’s journey left. If you promise to behave, I can let you outta dis cage.”

Another wave of arousal made its way between her legs. Zena hated to admit it, but his dominant and domineering nature had an affect on her. Maybe it was the product of her very obvious daddy issues, but Zena had always been interested in the kinkier side of sex. When she was sixteen, she read her first dirty story on her Holopad, late at night under her bed covers. Ever since then, she was hooked. She’d looked for it in many guys, but they only ever wanted blowjobs. She was a virgin in every other aspect.

“I promise,” she said thickly.

“Good girl.”

Maker, Zena was getting hornier than a loth cat in heat. It was evident on her cheeks, she knew it, the blush that made her freckles stand out and her blown out pupils thinking about the dirty things she would let him do to her if given the chance.

The rest of the day passed without incident. Zena played a few rounds of Sabbac with Todo, Bane’s protocol droid, but mostly just sat in silence, arousal dripping down her thighs.

“Where am I sleeping?” Zena asked, as she began to grow exhausted, letting out a yawn.

“You tired?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you better not be. I can smell da arousal on ya, lil’ lady. Practically begging me to fuck ya.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t act so shy with me. My bedroom is that way. Be face down ass up in five minutes or dere’ll be hell to pay.”

She followed the direction of his fingers, closing the door behind her. His room was a small, surprisingly clean if a little bare, and smelled like him. Zena stripped off her boots, pants, tunic, and belt, leaving them on the floor. Her undergarments were soaked. Zena peeled them off slowly, leaving her entirely bare. She laid down in the bed in the position he had instructed her to be in, the anticipation making her pussy even wetter. The door opened behind her, and his heavy footsteps made their way towards her.

“Such a pretty girl,” he said, low and mechanical.

Bane stepped forwards, his large hands running up the back of her legs. Zena shivered under his touch, body growing warmer and warmer. Cad chuckled under his breath, no doubt feeling the warmth in her body spreading. His hands traveled from her thighs, to the middle of her spread legs. His long finger was cold as it stroked her cunt, but Zena let out a small whine as it circled her clit.

“You like dat, don’t you?” Cad asked, his finger picked up ministrations.

Zena only nodded, unable to form words. Cad growled, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, forcing her to look at him. Zena’s eyes went wide, but her pupils grew even larger with lust at the roughness.

“I believe I asked you a question, lil’ lady,” he spat.

“Y-yes,” Zena said breathless.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…sir.”

“Dat’s a good girl. Now roll over f’ me.”

He released his iron grip on her hair, and Zena rolled over, spreading her legs wide. Cad looked her up and down, from her tits to her hot, wet cunt. Cad’s hands cupped her tits, squeezing them softly as she moaned. He chuckled again, clearly enjoying controlling her. Not that Zena minded, really. She liked him being rough, telling her what and what not to do. It made her brain go fuzzy, made her not have to worry about anything outside of him.

Cad squeezed her breasts once more, before lightly nipping at them with his sharp teeth. Zena jumped slightly, before letting it happen again as he grazed her nipples just barely.

“Feels s’ good sir.”

“Is it?”

“Mhm.”

“Too bad den. This ain’t about you.”

He moved off you, unbuckling his trousers. He threw his belt to the floor, before pulling his cock out with a tug. Zena’s eyes widened. It was the same shade of blue as him, but the tip was a darker purple-ish blue color, throbbing and hard. There were ridges all along it, and his balls were full and dark like his tip. Cad smirked as he watched Zena take it all in.

“Like what ya see?”

“Yes sir.”

“Come down ere and suck it.”

Zena sat down on her knees in front of him, grabbing his cock in between her manicured hands. She had done this before, but not with a sick as big as his. Zena stuck her tongue out, giving a soft kitten lick to the head of his sock. Cad immediately let out a groan, grabbing the back of her head again.

“Maker, girlie, yer mouth is so much better for cock suckin’ than back talkin’.”

Zena smiled up at him with her large brown eyes, before wrapping her lips around his tip and suckling it gently. She eased her way down his shaft, using her hand to jerk off what she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Cad swore over and over, his hand guiding her up and down. Zena, however, had another idea. Letting go of his cock with a pop, she lifted his cock up to reveal his balls, sucking them into her mouth and licking them.

“Fuckin’ hell!” he exclaimed. “You like dat? Like suckin’ on them like a dirty slut?”

“I love it, sir,” Zena said, not even holding the slightest bit of brattiness. She genuinely did like it.

She took his cock back in her mouth, letting Cad fuck her throat as he moved her back and forth. It wasn’t too long until he was cumming in her mouth with a shout. His cum filled her mouth, some dribbling from the side of her mouth. Cad leaned down, wiping it and stuffing it back in her mouth. Zena swallowed it all.

“Was…was that good?” she asked, suddenly insecure.

“Lil’ lady, I dare say dat’s the best my cock has been sucked. I think ya deserve a reward for dat.”

“Reward?”

“Lie back down on the bed, spread yer legs, and yer gonna find out.”

Zena laid down and spread her legs as she had before, anxiously awaiting him. He kneeled in front of her, pulling her by the legs to the end of the bed. It was then she realized what he was doing. Cad’s tongue licked up her folds, and she threw her head back as his long tongue wrapped around her clit. In all her years, she’d never felt anything as good as this. Bane quickened up his pace with his tongue leading Zena further and further to the edge. With a howl, Zena’s orgasm came crashing down, flowing out into Babe’s mouth. He rode it out, Zena shaking and near tears as the aftershocks shot through her body at a quick speed.

“F-fuck,” Zena cried, “T-thank you, sir.”

Bane stood up and grinned, his blue face smeared with her slick. Zena blushed, tucking a strand of her blonde hair back.

“Ya came so hard, girlie,” Bane teased. “Has anyone done that to ya?”

“Well, uh, no. I didn’t tell you this before but I-I…I’m a virgin. All I’ve done is give blowjobs.”

All it took was those words for his eyes to grow darker. He had no obvious pupils, but if he did, Zena knew they would have been blown out entirely.

“A virgin?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Girlie, yer first time and it’s with a bounty hunter’s dick. Yer in fer da time of yer life. Lay back down.”

“Yes, sir.”

Zena laid back down, spreading her legs again. Bane adjusted his hat, before positioning himself in between Zena’s legs. His hands spread her thighs apart wider, before he smiled down lustily at her.

“Ya ready, lil’ lady?”

“Mhm.”

“Alrighty, hold on.”

He entered her, and Zena let out a hiss. It was painful, especially since it wasn’t a human cock inside of her. Zena grabbed onto Bane’s arms tight, as he thrust into her slowly. As she adjusted to him, it started to feel good, still painful, but it was slowly turning into a good feeling of fullness.

“Ya okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. I’m gonna go faster.”

Zena nodded as Bane picked up speed, thrusting in and out of her. Her tits bounced, and she threw her head back.

“Ya feel so good, tight and…warm!” Bane groaned. “Squeezin’ me so good.”

“Keep going, please sir!” Zena begged.

Bane reached down, rubbing her clit furiously. It didn’t take long before she could feel the orgasm building up.

“I’m getting close!” she cried.

“Glad I’m fuckin’ the brat outta ya,” Bane said, low and breathless. “I should feel bad, ruinin’ ya for ya husband.”

“Fuck him!” Zena cried. “Bane…I’m gonna!”

“Let go, girlie. Let ya master know how good he’s fuckin’ ya!”

Zena moaned, louder and higher than before, her walls clamping around Bane’s cock. It didn’t take long before he was swearing, his seed filling up her belly in a loud, gravelly groan. He fucked it into her as the aftershocks began to wear down, and he pulled out of her slowly. Zena was completely fucked out, red face, mussed hair, smeared mascara, sweat riveting down her body. Bane zipped his pants up, adjusted his hat, and went to grab her a wet towel.

“Bane?”

“Ya?”

“When you bring me back to my family, will you come visit me?”

“Ya have a life to get to. I have my own.”

“Oh.”

“If ya run away though and yer daddy asks me to find ya brat of a self again, maybe I’ll see ya.”

Zena smiled, sitting up.

The next day, Zena was returned to her family. Credits were exchanged, and she was thrust into wedding preparations immediately. Still, instead of dreaming of her fiancé at night, it was always Bane.

A few weeks later, Bane received a holo message from Zena’s father once again. He smiled as he took the puck, promising to bring his little girl back like he hadn’t taken her virginity the last time he’d hunted her down.

Maker, Cad Bane was going to have fun with her once again.

#cad bane #cad bane x oc #cad bane smut #cad bane fanfic #star wars smut #clone wars smut #i want him to call me lil lady #cad bane x reader

[tempest-sun]

Dominating Fives

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit (minors DNI!)

Warnings: light BDSM (spanking, bondage, choking, etc) and mommy kink. Everything is consensual and discussed beforehand.

Word Count: 3,175

Summary: Fives has been under a lot of stress lately and you have the perfect idea on how to offer him some relief while fulfilling your own fantasies.

You find yourself waiting for your boyfriend with the lights off. Instead, the candles you’ve strategically placed around your living room and kitchen burn steadily. The aroma of vanilla calms your nerves for what you have planned for when Fives gets home. The keypad beeps and the swish of your front door signals his arrival. 

“Babe, I’m home!” He calls. You can hear him taking off his armour, setting each piece down with a gentle thud. 

“In here!” 

You can hear the pad of his feet on the carpeted floor as he walks down the hallway. “Babe, you won’t believe what me and the boys did— woah,” he stops dead in his tracks. 

You pulled out all the stops for your plan to take control for the night. Your outfit is no exception. Fives licks his lips as he drinks you in. His eyes trail from your black stilettos, up your stocking clad legs,  lingering on your black lace panties and matching corset before admiring your beautiful face. You had settled on a smokey eye and a red lip with your hair tied up to showcase your hard work. 

“Hi baby,” you give him your best sultry look. 

“Holy Kriff, babe, you look—wow,” he approaches you. “Wait, it’s not our anniversary is it?” 

You chuckle at his worried expression. You place a palm on his cheek. “No, I just wanted to surprise you.”

His face lights up again. “Consider me surprised but babe why?”

“I mean, I can change if you want…” you tease. His eyes widen as if to say ‘don’t you dare’. You laugh. “I just figured that since you have been so worked up lately that you let me take the reins tonight.” 

He groans, his cock stirring in his pants. “What do you have planned?”

You grin wickedly. “A magician doesn’t give away all their secrets do they?” You run your hands up and down his chest feeling the heat of his skin underneath his blacks. “But first, our safe word?”

“Domino.”

You hum approvingly. “And the colour system?”

“Green for keep going ; yellow for a break ; red for a full stop.” He says, his hands fidgeting. “Can we begin?” 

“Since you’re so eager. On your knees, soldier.”

Fives can’t drop to his knees fast enough. He looks up at you with lust filled dark brown eyes. You smirk down at him. “Good boy.” 

“Kriff Mesh’la,” he reaches for your hips.

You tut, smacking his hands away. “No touching unless I say so. Understood.”

“Yes.” He nods.

“Yes what?”

“Yes mommy,” he smirks.

“That’s more like it,” you cup his chin in your manicured hand. You lean down, hovering your lips a few centimetres above his. He closes his eyes expecting you to close the gap. “Get undressed and wait here.” You say instead.

He scoffs watching the sway of your hips as you walk down the hall to your bedroom. He peels off his blacks, tossing them onto the couch, resuming his previous position on his knees, leaning on his heels.

You emerge moments later, with a large box in your hands. “Naughty boy,” you quirk an eyebrow at him squeezing his cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” 

“No,” he drops his head shamefully. “Sorry mommy.”

You set the box down on the coffee table. Opening the lid of the box, you contemplate what to take out first. Calmly, you remove the black faux leather riding crop from its case. “On your hands and knees.” You instruct. 

“But—” Fives gulps. A flood of arousal causes his cock to twitch against his stomach. 

“That’s 10,” you tap the crop against your open palm. “Want 10 more?” 

He shakes his head complying with your order. You walk over to him tracing his perfect, taut ass with the flat part of the crop. “Colour?”

“Green.”

You smile. You land an experimental swat on his ass cheek. “Count baby.”

“One,” he hisses.

Thwap! Thwap!

“Two, three,” he grits when you smack the other cheek with two particularly hard swings. 

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

You alternate your swats landing blows on each of his asscheeks. Once you complete doling out his punishment, Fives is whimpering and moaning. You admire your artwork of red marks littered across his golden skin. “Perfection.” You put the crop down so you can kneel in front of him. Cupping his face, you wipe the tears from his eyes. “You did so good, baby. Still green?”

“Kriff, yes.” 

You kiss him softly on his lips. “Now I want you to sit on that chair and put your hands behind your back.” You help him up. You clench your thighs together at the sight of his cock swinging between his legs. The tip of it is swollen and red with pearls of precum that you can’t wait to get your lips around it for a taste. That is, only if he continues to be a good boy. 

He gingerly sits on the silver metal chair. He complies with your request to put his arms behind his back, clasping his hands together. You step forward with blue silk ribbons. 

“What do you plan to do with those Mesh’la?” His question laced with arousal.

“One of these is for your wrists and the other is for your eyes.” You begin wrapping his wrists in silk.

“Flimsy silk has never stopped me before,” he smirks.

“Rip these and,” you tighten the knot binding his hands together. He sucks in air between his teeth. “You won’t get to cum. Understood?” You double check the knot.

“Understood,” he says solemnly. 

You place a quick kiss to his jaw. “Keep this up, and you’ll surely get your reward.”

Fives bucks his hips up when you nibble on his earlobe to punctuate your promise of a reward.

You drape the silk fabric around his eyes, securing a knot at the back of his head. You come around to the front of the chair. 

Fives is a sight to behold when he’s surrendered himself to your mercy. His broad, strong chest heaves in anticipation for your next move. His long, thick legs are spread wide for you to settle between them. You begin to lightly drag your nails along the skin of his thighs gradually inching towards where he is aching for you to touch him. 

“Babe,” he whines low in his throat. Your fingers ghosting near his heavy balls. 

“Yes my love?” You lay your head on his inner thigh looking up at him. 

“Please…”

“Please what baby? Use your words.”

“Please touch me.”

“What a polite boy,” you hum, licking your palm and giving him a slow tug. 

“KRIFF!” He moans loudly. You bring your hand up to his tip, your saliva and his pre-cum mixing together to ease each stroke you give him. “Just like that,” his breathing becomes irregular. You know he’s close but you’re just getting started so you stop. He lets out a cry of protest. 

You smack his cock and he lets out another loud moan throwing his head back. 

Oh. He liked that. Noted. 

You cup his balls and give them a squeeze. “You don’t get to cum, until I say you do. Got it?”

“Yes mommy,” he nods. 

“Such a good boy for mommy,” you praise him rising to your feet. “Let’s see how good you truly are.” 

From the box, you produce your favourite toy. A blue silicone bullet that he had bought you to keep you company while he was away. You had cleaned and sanitized it before you put it away so you wouldn’t be tempted to use it before tonight. You wanted to be as pent up as he was so you both can release your stress together. You flick it on, the buzz of the vibrations is the only sound in the room.

“Is that—?”

“Mhm,” you grin. 

“Oh,” he breathes when you take the blindfold off him and he sees it in your hand that’s hovering right above the skin between his balls. 

“Colour?” You ask, batting your eyelashes. 

He just nods, his mouth going slack.

“I need to hear you say it baby.”

“Green,” he whispers. You press the vibrator against his sac. He almost cums right then in there but before he’s about to, you switch it off. 

“That’s twice you’ve almost cum without my permission,” you bite your lip. “I guess you don’t want your reward after all.” 

“I do!” He whimpers, sweat beading down his chest.. “I swear I do!”

“Prove it then,” you meet his eyes that are black with the flames of uncontrolled desire. “Since I’m feeling generous, if you can control yourself then I may be convinced to let you cum. Deal?”

“Deal.”

You flick the bullet back on, pressing it this time against the base of his cock. Since he has been such a good boy thus far, you decide to swirl your tongue around his tip as a treat. Your name tumbling out of his lips reverberates around the room. You release his tip with a ‘pop’ and remove the vibrator from his skin. He growls in frustration. 

“What did I say about being good?” You tease him. 

“Please, Mesh’la, Mommy, just let me cum please.” Him begging is music to your ears.

“Don’t worry baby,” you coo. “Mommy is going to take good care of you.” 

You perch yourself on his thigh, dragging your wet clothed heat over the corded muscle. You hold out your hand in front of his mouth. “Spit.”

He obeys, watching as you take his spit and begin tugging on his cock at a lazy pace. “Oh kriff, this is so hot.” He moans. 

“Yeah? You like this baby? You like when I stroke  your cock?” 

“Yeah,” his breathing quickens in tandem with your strokes. “Don’t stop. Please.”

You lean against his torso continuing your ministrations until he cums without warning. A guttural roar ripping from his chest. You watch as thick ribbons of hot cum paint his stomach, chest, and thighs. You work him through his orgasm, shuddering under your touch.

He watches you through a post orgasm haze as you lick your fingers clean before climbing off his lap.

You undo his bonds, rubbing the slightly chafed skin from his desperation to clutch your body to his own. 

“And here I thought you were a good boy.” You shake your head. 

“What?” His eyes widen in shock. He gasps. “I thought… I mean.. I didn’t…”

“I didn’t give you permission to cum now did I?” You tsk, shaking your head. “So much for your reward.” 

He grabs your wrist. “Please, mommy, forgive me. I’ll be your good boy. Whatever you want.”

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll get every opportunity to make up for this but first you need to be cleaned up.”

You sink to your knees, proceeding to lick every drop of his cum from where it has landed on his skin. The salty, tangy mixture of a job well done dances along your tongue. Every time you swallow it’s like a badge of honour. 

You can feel his cock twitching and growing harder again as you maintain eye contact with him. He watches as you meticulously clean his release from his skin. 

“You’re so beautiful, you know that,” he brushes his thumb across your cheekbone. 

“Don’t try to suck up to me. It won’t work,” you grin.

“ARC Trooper honour, it’s the truth babe. Get used to it.”

“Tell me one more time?” You stand. 

“I’ll say it a thousand times, scream it from the rooftop, you are more beautiful than any sunset, sunrise, and meteor shower combined.” 

“Nice try Romeo,” you kiss his lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.” You lean down to whisper in his ear. “Be a good boy for mommy and put this on for me.” You hand him a collar that has his name stitched on it.

His eyes sparkle, fastening the fabric around his throat. A perfect fit that’s not too tight to restrict his airways but enough to remind him of his submission. You clip a silver chain to the front of it. 

“Follow me baby,” you begin to lead him towards your room. 

He grabs your waist pulling you flush against his chest, preventing you from walking any further. You can feel his cock, hard again, sliding against your ass. He nuzzles the column of your neck with his nose. “You smell so good babe,” he peppers kisses down your neck, reaching around to cup your breast.

You moan, letting yourself get lost in his touch. A quick but sharp bite to your shoulder snaps you out of it, remembering that you’re in control tonight. You reach behind you and grip his cock giving it a harsh tug. He growls against your skin. “Nuh uh babe. I’m in control tonight. Or have you forgotten?”

“No ma’am,” he says, his cock pulsing in your hand. 

You give him another tug before releasing him, not saying anything leading him to your bed. “Sit.”

He sits on the edge of your bed waiting expectantly. 

You pace in front of him like a predator would their prey. “You were a little naughty earlier… but I know a way you can make it up to me.”

“Anything you want.”

“Anything I want? That can be dangerous, baby.” You smirk. “I want to ride your face until I’m satisfied. Think you can do that for me babe?”

He groans. “Oh kriff yes.”

“Lay back,” you release the chain. You hook your fingers in the waistband of your panties dragging them down your legs.

“I want to smell you,” Fives states from his position on the bed. “Please.”

“So he does have manners,” you toss your panties on his chest before joining him on the bed. 

He brings your damp panties up to his face and takes a deep inhale. “Who knew my girl would get so wet from being in control.”

You grin at that. This has long since been a fantasy of yours and the fact that he is enjoying it too just adds to your arousal. You crawl up his body, pausing only to press your core against his cock. He shifts his hips up for more friction. “Not yet Soldier, Patience.”

“I swear you’re trying to kill me,” Fives leans back against the mattress. “But there’s no way I’d rather go out.” 

You look down at him. Your core is now hovering over his lips. “Still okay?”

“Yeah sweetheart. Now get down here.” 

If he insists. You lower yourself down on his mouth, balancing your weight on your knees on either side of his head. He gives your folds a few gentle kitten licks before he grabs your ass pulling you firmly down so he can latch onto your pussy. 

It’s your turn to moan loudly, his nose bumping your clit just right. “Fives! Oh kriff!” 

He buries his face into your cunt, sucking and slurping like a man dying of thirst and you’re his salvation. 

“Choke me,” he mumbles. “Please.”

You reach for the chain that’s beside his head, winding it around your palm. “Tap my thigh three times if you want me to stop.” 

He nods, continuing to devour your cunt. The bristle of his goatee on the sensitive skin of your lips burning deliciously as you tug. He gasps. His hand that’s holding your panties flies down to his cock. He taps your thigh three times and you immediately release the leash. 

Drops of sweat course between the valley of your breasts pooling in your corset as heat begins to lick your lower abdomen. Your panties lay at the base of his cock when he grabs your ass encouraging you to grind faster. You grip the headboard, chasing your impending orgasm. “Fives! I’m close!” 

“That’s it babe, kriffin’ use me. Soak my face.”

“FIVES!” You scream, your thighs trembling around his head and your vision goes white as you gush on his tongue. 

“You taste so sweet Mesh’la. Better than any dessert.” He laps up your cum. You slide down his body. He leans up for a kiss. You oblige, tasting yourself on his lips. “Have I earned my reward now?” He tilts his tongue between your bodies.

You peer down at his thick cock, standing painfully hard. “I think you have.” You sit up, positioning his cock at your entrance. 

His pupils are blown and with a hazy, wrecked look on his face. “Please baby,” he whimpers. “Please fuck me.”

“Since you’ve asked so nicely.” You sink slowly down on his cock until he’s fully seated in you.

Both of you moan loudly at the pleasure of finally being connected. He holds your hips still, trying not to cum early and spoil this moment.

You look down at your boyfriends face that’s contorted in pleasure. You know he is refraining so you can have your pleasure too. You decide to reward his thoughtfulness. You lean down and whisper in his ear. 

“Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Fives lets out the filthiest yet beautiful moan, releasing and shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside you. Tears roll down his cheeks from the culmination of all the stimulation you’ve given him.

You cum at the sensation of him filling you up so good with a gentle kiss on his lips. “You’ve done such a good job for me,” you coo, brushing an errant curl off his sweat coated forehead. “Filling me up so good.” You carefully extract your limbs from him. “Don’t move.”

“Couldn’t if I tried,” he jokes, his voice hoarse still coming down from his high. 

You walk into the fresher using it and cleaning yourself off. You grab a cool washcloth and two glasses filling them with water. You return to your bedroom. 

Fives is still laying there in the middle of the bed where you left him. His chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. You hand him a glass of water and join his side.

He props himself up to sip from the glass watching as you gingerly clean him up. “What have I done to deserve you?” He scratches your scalp. “That was incredible, babe. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” you set the cloth aside leaning up to give him a sweet kiss, settling against his side. “You deserve it with all the stress you’ve been under.” 

He gives you a wicked grin. “So, you’re saying that I should be stressed more often if this is what I’ll get?”

You laugh, looking up at him. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

He meets your eyes. “That may be true but it’s my cum leaking between your thighs. So it’s a win-win really.”

“That is true,” you run your fingers through the light brush of his chest hair. He lets out a rumble at your touch. 

“Good thing I have shore leave for a few days,” he tells you, flipping you on your back. “Because it’s my turn now Cyar’ika.”

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[skywlker-sluvtt]

⛓️ FOR CODY, HUNTER, REX, AND FOX ?

bro okay i decided i'm gonna make individual posts for each of them cause i have too much to say so I'll tag you in them pookie 😼

cody x padawan!reader (18+ OBVIOUSLY DON'T MAKE IT CREEPY) 18+ below the cut nsfw emoji ask game

⛓️ kinky headcanon

✧ jesus christ where do i even start with this mf

✧ we all know he's got thick sexy, voluptuous, muscular, droid chocking thighs and he likes to use them <3

✧ my favourite example

✧ ive read too many cody fics to not think about riding his thigh constantly. so he loves needy sluts he can just let grind on his thigh while he's busy.

✧ yk he's a busy man has lots to do, reports to write, men to command and sometimes he struggles to make time for you. not that he doesn't love you because he does with his entire heart. and sometimes you just get a bit needy for your pretty boy and he's still finishing reports for obi-wan.

✧ "codyyyyy you almost done?" you whined softly. "soon mesh'la" he replied, eyes glued to the device in front of him. you rolled your eyes and pulled his chair out slightly to sit yourself on his thigh. at first, you just cuddle him making sure you don't get in his way. until he bounces his thigh slightly making you suck in a harsh breath.

✧ you can see the stupid smirk on his face. "do it again" you whisper into his neck. "do what?" he replies playing dumb. with a groan, you do it yourself. shifting up and down against the firm piece of armour strapped to his thigh. your clit perfectly caught on the lacy edge of your panties soaking you. the fabric continues you rub your pussy just the right way and cody's smirking to himself blatantly trying to ignore you.

✧ "needy little thing aren't you?" he teased now placing a hand on your waist as support. "gonna cum commander" you whine holding him still with the force making him gasp. "cum pretty girl, all in your panties" he grinned before your body was trembling on top of him.

✧ he kisses you and strokes your hair before curling his fingers around the roots of it pulling your head up to look him in the eyes. "next time you're gonna take those panties off so i can feel your cum on my thigh, got it?" he whispered firmly. "yes commander"

✧ then you get your shit rocked ❤

✧ BONUS YALL BUT HE LOVES FUCKING YOU WHILE COMMING OBI-WAN ESPECIALLY IF HE'S YOUR MASTER!!!

✧ no i won't elaborate yet <3

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[anxiouspineapple99]

Okay I am calling upon my beautiful mutuals who write clone smut because I need your assistance!

So I have this little fic I am working on aaaaand I want some smuts in it. HOWEVER I CANNOT WRITE SMUT. Like I am incapable. I can write sappy rot your teeth romance all day. I can hurt your feelings with angst any old time. But smut? Not within my writing capabilities. Soooo if anyone might be interested in a collaboration? Help a girl out who really wants to share this absolutely absurd story in her head but doesn’t have the requisite skill set? DM me if you think you might be interested and I can give you the plot and you can decide then. Thankssss loves!!

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