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Kinktober Day 31

Kinktober Day 31 : Phone sex with Ghostface

Title: Before the Devil

Pairing - Ghostface X Female!Reader

Prompt - Phone Sex

Word Count - 3,798

Warnings - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI), everyone in this fic is 18+, murder, stalking, blood play, phone sex, dirty talk, dub con, threats, toxic interaction, pure digusting halloween filth.

AN/ Posting this a day early, because I haven't posted in weeks. This was my big finale. Transcribed from a wonderful NSFW audio on Pornhub btw, by HarpyVT. All of the unfinished Kinktober days will be posted in November. Thank you all for celebrating this holiday with me.

Song - Psycho Killer by Talking Heads

You flipped through the static channels of the radio, voices hastily peaking through until you heard the newscasters voice.

“The police have yet to apprehend the armed suspect, and advise that you take extra caution when locking up at night. The victims suffered multiple stab wounds and lacerations, but the survivors all said the same thing; they received a call from an unknown number moments prior to their attack. Local authorities have increased the amount of service operators available to respond to emergency calls and ask that you report any suspicious phone activity.”

You flipped to another channel, soft music swimming through your cerebral cortex like a wakeful dream. The home had a warm feeling, inviting, and you couldn’t help but enjoy the way your heels clicked against the wood as you walked to the bathroom. You wanted to freshen up before he arrived.

Undressing felt nice, dress hitting the floor quickly, before allowing the faucet to run. The warmth of the water enticing all of your senses. You allowed your eyes to close briefly before your cell phone rang against the countertop. It was vexatious, the sound, but whoever was on the other line could wait. Probably just the pizza boy.

And then it rang again.

Frustrated at the disturbance, you pulled yourself from the warmth to step out of the shower, pressing the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”, the voice asked, but you promptly hung up, not recognizing the intonation.

As you wrapped the cotton towel around your soaking barness, you innocently assumed that would be the last interaction. Wrong number, obviously.

And then it rang once more.

“Can I help you?”, you nervously demanded.

“That was pretty rude”, the gravelly voice replied, “Look, I know you’re probably panicking, don’t worry…”

You were undoubtedly apprehensive, squeezing the towel tighter to your chest.

“As long as you listen to me, you’ll get out of this alive”.

You knew in that moment what you were truly facing, the masked voice, the devil on the newscast. Your legs felt unstable, heart bashing against the confines of its cage in panic.

“Let’s play a little game”, he said in response to your silence, “This game only has three rules. That’s simple enough right?

You could almost hear the smirk in his voice, the way he licked his lips in anticipation. It was as if he were standing right behind you.

“Rule number one, you don’t hang up. Rule number two, you answer any of my questions honestly, and rule number three..you follow my instructions.”

When the voice on the other end didn’t receive a response, he added,

“Do you understand?”

Your throat felt dry, forcing down the lump in your throat to whisper a frightened “Yes”.

“Good”, he said, “Now, is there anyone other than the poor pizza boy coming over tonight?”

“No”, you lied, briefly sitting the phone against the marble to quickly dress.

“No? Good.”

Your hands were shaking, tears daring to spill down your cheeks as you opened the door. Bare feet pattering until you reached the entryway. The door was ajar, allowing the chill of the night to creep in and wrap itself around your bones.

You dared to peek through the crack, bile curtailing and rising to meet your esophagus. The innocent life depleted on the concrete, slumped against the stairs in a pool of coagulating blood.

You gasped, choking down a sob.

“Hey”, the voice soothed, “I can tell you’re scared. There’s nothing to be afraid of…” he paused, the tone almost reassuring, “As long as you follow the rules. Now I want you to reach into his pocket and take out his phone”.

“Why did you kill him”, you wailed, unable to tear your eyes away from the blue staring back.

“Why’d I kill him? Well..you see..he saw me out of the corner of his eye when he rang the doorbell. Do you understand now? He was so focused on saving himself, he wasn’t going to tell you a stranger was stalking nearby. He was heartless. So, I borrowed your pizza cutter, and fixed that little problem.”

The stranger scoffed on the other end, almost in disbelief you would question him.

“You should be thanking me. I’m not planning to do that sort of thing to you..after all.., I’m not an animal. I washed the pizza cutter already. It’s by the sink. Now open up his phone.”

The crystal glass was splattered with the remnants of the boy, staining your skin when you reached for it.

“It’s locked”, you said, looking away before the lunch you had earlier in the day made its way up your throat.

“Use his finger silly”, the voice laughed playfully, oblivious almost to the true nature of this reality before turning darker once more.

“Dial the number he last called and tell them everything is fine. He just drank too much on the job and saw things. Tell them you're his friend! And DON’T even think about asking for help…I am always right behind you after all.”

You hesitated. Could you call the police? You considered.

“I’m waiting”, the voice muttered impatiently.

So you dialed.

“Good girl.”

Your voice shook at the lies you were telling. An innocent life beneath your feet.

“See”, he chirped, “That wasn’t so hard was it? You’re off to a great start! Now.., go back to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of wine.”

“Okay..”, you swallowed.

“I..don’t like how nervous you sound. I wanted to have a little fun, that's all. You’re making me look like the bad guy here. I never planned to do anything bad to you. I promise. You’re just oh so pretty...”, the voice mused.

The silence was deafening, even as he spoke, the sound of your footsteps against the hardwood. To the left of the sink was the wine cabinet, so many choices, grabbing for one with shaky hands.

“Soo”, he continued, voice gruff and grainy through the phone, “grab a glass and just relax.”

If you were to die, at least you would be tipsy off the good stuff, pouring an eerily color of burgundy into the glass.

“Good girl”, the voice beamed, “Now, say your name.”

The wine was bitter, tartness soaking into the buds of your tongue, and you almost choked on its fruitfulness at the question.

“Why?”

“Why? Because, I want to hear you say it, that’s all”, he mused innocently, just to add

“And.., because I want to know who I’m looking at.”

“How”, you stuttered, apprehensively looking in every direction.

“You were very meticulous in setting up those security cameras, you even set one on the fridge. What were you hoping to catch? Someone raiding the fridge”, he laughed, “So tell me..”, he whispered, voice growing darker, “what’s your name?”

So you did, the word feeling so personal all of a sudden, as if the stranger was taking the most important thing about you.

“I like it. It suits you.”

“Alright, what’s yours”, you asked, the wine in your bloodstream making you bolder.

“Ghostface”, the stranger joked, “do you like my name too”, his boyish laugh tickling your ears. It was almost unsettling how innocent he sounded. It wasn’t what you expected a homicidal maniac to sound like.

“How sweet”, he whispered, the t clicking off his tongue in the most seductive way. The way he allowed his tone to change so quickly was so..ominous.

“Now”, he growled, “about that security camera, I have a better..idea of where to put it. Take it off the wall, and..bring it to the bedroom. We’re gonna continue our little game there.”

You gripped the countertop, knuckles whitening at the force, before chugging back the wine. You were apprehensive, angry.

“Hello”, he yelled, enraged, “I’m watching you! You’re being so difficult about this. I’m your guest aren’t I? So, where’s your sense of hospitality?”

You regretted his anger, fearful of the consequences.

“Are you in there”, you whispered, eyes closing, fearful of the answer.

“No,” he teased, “I’m not in the bedroom. I’m close, I’m..close, that’s all you have to know. I’m close enough to end the game, if you don’t play”, he whispered, almost aroused at the idea of your disobedience. Your death.

So you listened, gliding up the stairs to the door on the right.

It was dark, say for the street lights peering through. You half expected for your attacker to lunge.

“Now, set it up”.

You placed the camera on the dresser, perfectly angled toward the bed.

“What do you want with me?”

An annoyed laugh scoffed on the other end, “I told you already, it’s just a little game.”

“Now, sit on the bed, and take your clothes off….Slowly,” he whispered, “face the camera while you do it, I want to see everything.”

The wine had gone to your head, being drunk was a fool’s anesthetic, putting the primitive self in command, when it is the worst captain of all. Were you really wet at the idea of him watching as your straps slipped over the smooth skin of your shoulders, the way the fabric slipped down your body and to the floor, exposing the lingerie underneath? Meshed greens and speckled golds adorning the fabric.

There it was again, the boyish laughter so perfectly encapsulated in the phone, goosebumps forming along your flesh at the sound.

You could almost see his smile, “I like what you’re wearing underneath”, he teased, “It’s rather extravagant isn’t it? Are you sure you didn’t make plans with somebody tonight? Or…do you just like wearing that sort of thing underneath?”

He giggled.

“I knew I picked somebody fun”, he replied, when your answer was no. “I’m so glad you decided to play. Now take it off. OFF,” he demanded.

“There’s no one here but you and me right? Now look at us, so well acquainted already right? Don’t worry, I’m taking everything off too. Maybe if you're good, I'll even show you. I bet you're wondering what the man behind the voice looks like.”

You unclasped the bra, allowing the fabric holding the swell of your breasts to fall, nipples already hardening at the exposed chill. You swore you could hear him gasp, so quiet, almost unnoticeable, and when you pulled the band of your panties down over your hips, he sounded almost breathless,

“Good girl.”

“You’re very good at this game”, he whispered, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were aroused out of fear..or the way he praised you when you listened.

“It’s almost like you’ve..played it before. You know what I want now.., don’t you?

When he whispered, it was as if he were there right behind you, every letter perfectly pronounced on his tongue.

“Look straight into the camera, and spread your legs”, he was so breathy, as if he had to restrain himself as he watched you, every t sitting perfectly on his tongue.

You were sticky and oozing when your fingers met the entrance of your cunt, he stopped you.

“Ah ah, don’t touch yourself there quite yet, aren’t you an eager one. I want you to show off your body, take your hands..”, he breathed, “slid them down over your neck, to your hips, show me that beautiful figure…, I know you can do it, with what you were wearing underneath, I know you’re a little..freak? I know you know how to have a good time. Allllll by yourself. So show me..”

Your eyes fluttered at the feeling of your hands, so lightly, almost like a feather ghosting over the curves and dips of your body, you hated to admit you loved the way his voice sounded, the way it changed as he watched you. His exasperated sighs, the sensual articulation, the boyish desire.

“I want to watch everything, I want to watch you”, he sounded so whiney in the most magnetic way. Sometimes you almost forgot he had blood on his hands, until his voice grew darker and reminded you what he was capable of. He could so easily switch to the darkness.

“That’s right, put on a show for me. Like your life depends on it. I wanna see you shiver while you do it. Because you’re afraid, or because you’re aroused. I don’t care. Both do it for me. And you’re gonna cum for me, whether you like it, or not.”

You swallowed harshly, unable to look in the camera as you touched yourself. The threat almost sobering you.

“Spread your legs a little bit more”, and so you did, allowing the camera a perfect angle of your soaked cunt. “Just like that, I’m getting so hard for you. You’re doing so well, you’re playing so well. Now..underneath the bed, I have a little present for you.”

You adjusted hesitantly, reaching underneath to find the object of his reference.

“Wait..”, you whispered, holding the container in your hand with aversion.

“Yeah, it’s what you think it is. It’s blood.” His voice was shaky with arousal, “Take it in your hands and touch yourself again.”

The metallic smell was sobering, sickening. You hesitated.

“Why are you hesitating?”He scolded.

“Who’s is it”, you questioned.

“Who’s? Does it matter? Will you stop playing the game if I tell you? Will you end the game if I tell you?” The frustrated tone in his voice lowering back to a whisper, the wet squelch of his cock between his hand filling your ear. It almost made you forget the way he lashed out.

He breathed out, voice shaky, at the site of you obeying. The cold, sap like liquid trailing over every crevice of your body, painted by your fingertips.

“Good girl,” he praised, holding back soft gasps.

“Touch..every single inch of yourself for me. Pay attention to every part of your body, all the grooves that no one else pays attention to. I want to see it, I want to pay attention to it, all the little secrets that you keep.”

The stranger was so aroused, his throaty, mellifluous gasps allowing your own arousal to seep through. You loved hearing his little gasps.

“Show me what makes you grip the sheets, show me what makes you throw your head back in pleasure”, soft moans peaking through with every sentence, “ And I will watch..every..single..moment of it. Every streak you paint on yourself is like a confession, because you may act afraid…you may act…like you don’t like this…but what you really really don’t want is to admit it. You don’t want to admit that you’re giving in. You don't want to admit that you’re enjoying yourself. You don’t want to admit that you wanted this. You want to keep all these secrets, hidden from yourself, but look, look at you painting your whole body red. Look how good you look in red, all these streaks adorning you like a goddess. Touch yourself like nobody ever has. I want you to squeeze your breasts, touch your nipples the way you want to, not the way anyone else wants you to. The way you wanted. The way only you know it.”

And so you did. Cupping and squeezing the flesh, allowing the sharp squeeze of your nipples to make your back arch.

“Slide your hands down your thighs the way you want to. And drag your fingers down your waist to touch your inner thighs, tighten your legs as you brush over that sensitive spot, dig your nails into your skin, and mark yourself up. Arch your back as you make your way back to your neck..and wrap your fingers around it and choke yourself, like I wish I could. Push so hard that the blood stains your skin.”

You gasped softly at the feeling allowing you to cut your airflow shortly.

“Do it so hard it hurts”, the voice softly cried.

“Remember, I said I wanted you to cover every single inch. And don't forget anything and don't worry I’m not judging you. I'd never judge you. Whether you choose to have a taste, rub it on your lips. I’m not judging you. In fact, I'm right there with you. I'm enjoying everything with you. Beautiful. You are absolutely stunning, darling. God, I can't hold back any longer. Now rub your little clit, and make sure you keep your face in the camera. Lose yourself, make those beautiful, agonizing moans, for me.”

The praise, the way the boy made you feel so important. How fucked up could you truly be? By the time your fingers reached the perfect little bundle of nerves, you were so sensitive, biting your lip and savoring the metallic liquid stained over the skin. Your back arched at the feeling, cunt glistening even in the moonlight.

“Oh!” He moaned softly, “Just like that.” His little hushed moans and gasps as the spit surely coating his cock, squelched, causing your own soft sighs to escape. You loved how innocent he sounded in his own pleasure.

His imperceptible cries and whines at the pump of his cock, losing himself in the way you touched yourself to his voice.

“You are such a good girl, aren't you? Agh..”, he cried, “You look so pretty in red. Oh.., agh”, You too wanted to cry out in pleasure at the sounds he made. So innocent, boyish little whimpers.

“Fuck”, the voice on the phone cracking, grunts and cries of pleasure filling every sense as you played with yourself. Eyes closed, picturing the way he would look next to you.

“Mmm, fuck, agh.” He roughly swallowed, losing his breath as his hand sped up, and you whimpered at the sound.

“Put your whole pussy on display for me. Get fucking closer, get closer to the camera and show off. Come on, show me, show me, show me. Oh!”, He begged.

You loved it. You had never been so wet for anyone, and all you had was his voice. Every cry, whimper, moan, and gasp that left his pretty lips sending you closer to the edge. The dominance he exuded extinguishing with every little sound he made. You felt so proud. You wanted to know how he would look underneath you, eyes big and wide, looking up at you like you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

Fuck.

Your fingers entered, cunt clenching at the fullness, although you knew it wasn’t enough. Surely you would feel even more full with him inside of you.

You loved the way his voice cracked, higher pitched with every curse he cried. He sounded so pretty.

“My little devil, aren't you?” He whispered, “ You little devil. Oh f-..keep looking at the camera. Keep looking. Mphm, I can’t get off unless I’m looking at your pretty face. Did you know that? It’s all part of the game. I have to look at you. I have to watch you. I have to see you.”

You grew impossibly wetter with every confession. Finger curving with every pump.

“Look at yourself in the mirror too. Oh, watch yourself. Watch yourself fucking touching yourself for me.”

His pumps slowed with every groan, “Do you hear that? Do you hear how hard I am for you?”

You moaned, gasping for breath as you watched the way your fingers disappeared inside of your pussy. The pornographic sound of his cock thrusting in his hand.

“Agh, how much my fucking cock is leaking for you. Only a pretty, dirty, naughty girl can do this for me. Only someone like you can get me this hard. Oh, and look how wet you are.”

With every word his voice grew quieter, desperate.

“Come on”, he whispered, “take all of that and rub it on your thighs. Taste it, taste yourself.”

You loved the way your arousal tasted on your tongue, so salty and pure.

“I did this all for you. I did all of this for you. Aren’t you grateful I picked you?

“Yes,” you cried, circling your clit faster at the moans leaving his lips. He sounded so close. Coming so undone.

“Of fuck. I’m so fucking wet”, he cried, gasping for breaths. His heavenly whimpers, voice cracking with every moan.

“Keep moaning for me. I want to hear you, I want to hear you, I want to hear you so badly, I want to hear your screams, your moans, your whimpers, your cries, every single sound your body makes”, he begged.

The thrusts of his cock grew sloppier as his boyish little cries rang out.

“Look at you, so pretty, so fucking pretty, so fucking pretty. Can you hear that? This precum in my hands. Don't I sound so aroused? All for you. Only for you!”

Every cry and whimper and moan, it was truly all for you, and you did feel so grateful.

You were both so close.

His gravelly voice as he thrusted in and out of his hand, it made you cry in pleasure.

“Spread your fucking pussy lips for”, He slurred. You obeyed, allowing a growel to slip through his lips.

“Let me see inside. Fuck, rub your little clit, rub it with your bloody, guilty little fingers. Confess to me, confess to me what a bad girl you are. Oh!”

“There you are”, you praised at his sloppy, forceful thrusts. His wildly high pitched moans. You bet he looked so pretty, lips parted, eyes so big and wide.

He was gonna cum, you could tell by the frequency of his moans and perfect grunts. His whimper higher pitched than ever. You moaned wildly at the little boyish sounds he made. So perfect in every way, only for your ears.

“Im gonna cum” he cried, “Cum with me.” His voice grew more forceful, the innocent whimpers turning into the man you knew earlier, the aggression as he spoke, no longer a beg, more so a demand. “Cum with me!”

Only for the moans to continue, you allowed your release to wash over you at the sounds he made. Cum pooling and dripping from your cunt as your heart raced wildly. It was so blindingly perfect, you almost forgot where you were, the situation you were in. Until that same, maniacal laughter rang through. Oh how easily he could switch.

“That..that was a very good game darling. Good job. Good job. Thank you for playing with me”, he laughed, catching his own breath.

“And a word of advice”, he sighed, you could almost hear the resentment as he rolled his eyes, “You didn’t forget did you? That you broke one of the rules. You lied. You said that nobody else was coming by tonight. You forgot to tell me. You forgot to tell me not to kill him. Now, time to run little rabbit. Afterall, this isn't your house is it? Do you remember now?”

The last thing you heard before the dial tone from him hanging up.

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outerrimhours · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 8

Kinktober Day 8: Voice Kink with Din Djarin

Title: To see and hear

Pairing - Din Djarin X Female!Reader

Prompt - Voice kink / Auralism

Word Count - 574

Warnings/Notes - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI) The helmet comes off, implied smut, pretty soft tbh. I am very tired and busy so this is all I’ve got.

Song - Spiracle by Flower Face

His raspy voice had a deep timbre, the kind that anchors your soul a single moment in time. The first thing you fell in love with, never seeing his face. The stoic Mandolorian didn’t talk much, except for when he was making love to you.

You thought his voice through the helmet made you weak, until that night. The tension by the fire had grown into an untamable flame, until you were in his bunk, the kid sound asleep.

The crest was so dark when the lights were out, Din’s bunk encapsulated you in what felt like a far away world. All you could hear was the sound of Beskar hitting the floor, Din removing his armor piece by piece. Every sense enhanced by the lack of eyesight, and when you heard the hiss of the helmet as it was removed, your breath caught in your throat. You were so still, afraid to move, to breathe. You felt Din’s body move slowly up the cot until he was hovering over you, leg between your thighs, one arm firmly propping himself up over you.

You could feel the skin of his leg, the heat radiating from his bare chest. His face was suddenly so close you could feel the shallow breaths ghost over your lips.

“Din”, you whispered, almost in disbelief that he was so close without his helmet.

“Cyar, I can’t stand another day without feeling your lips against my own.”

You swallowed harshly, unable to contain the way you began to shake. The roughness of his thumb caressed your cheek so delicately, as if he too were afraid.

It felt like eternity had passed, his lips inching closer to your own, breaths mingling until you couldn’t tell who’s were who. You could feel the rough prickle of facial hair touch your skin, his nose grazing the corner of your own. When the Mandalorian’s lips finally graced yours, you couldn’t help the sigh that left your mouth. Desire and butterflies overcrowded the pit in your stomach.

You reached out, grasping his face between your hands, desperate to map out every shape and feature. The hair at the nape of his neck was so featherlike, his jaw sharp, nose the most prominent feature. When he kissed you again more feverishly, you felt tears evade the corners of your eyes, spilling against your cheeks and onto the pillows. It only made you grasp him tighter.

“What’s wrong?”, Din asked, tensing above you.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Din let out a relieved chuckle, forehead pressing to yours.

“You can’t see me.”

“I’ve always seen you Din.”

You didn’t have to explain, he knew exactly what you were saying, strong hands suddenly grasping your face tightly before kissing you again passionately, a desperation to his touch.

“I can’t wait to taste you”, he admitted between kisses, “hear every sound you make with my own ears.”

You shivered at the confessions, the way his voice sounded against your ear made you squeeze your thighs against his leg. The bounty hunter surely noticed, he had never felt you so anxious and desperate than when he was whispering in your ear.

“Your voice drives me crazy”, you admitted.

“Yeah? Good..”, Din whispered, taking your hand to kiss the skin of your palm. He had all the time in the world in hyperspace to kiss every inch of you. Fuck every sound from that pretty mouth while whispering every thought on his mind.

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outerrimhours · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 18

Kinktober Day 18 : Begging w Cassian Andor

Title: Only In My Dreams

Pairing - Cassian Andor X Female!Reader

Prompt - Begging

Warnings - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI), sadness in the form of missing someone, piv, begging, confessions of love, kinda aggressive Cassian, angsty

Song - Only In My Dreams - The Marias

“It’s been a month, Mothma. Please..”, you begged the alliance leader. Her eyes pitied you, sympathetic and stoic all in one.

“That you worry tells me that you love my dear, be proud of that. But, I can’t tell you where he is..or if or when he will be back”.

“If?”, you cried.

You knew joining the alliance came with its sacrifices, its grief, and in an unexpected and blindsiding way, love. You didn’t plan to fall in love with the Kenarian pilot. It almost felt like your ultimate downfall, to love someone so integral to the war.

As the daylight dwindled, the tension in you grew. Cassian should have been back by now ;he promised. And although you respected your authorities, you resented them for keeping his mission secret. You had kept yourself busy fixing ships, but being underneath the belly of a U-wing only made your heart ache more.

That’s how you met, fixing his ship. Such a particular man, who insisted he help. Lying next to you as he worked, brown eyes like a freshly brewed cup of caf so focused and intense. You knew you were screwed the moment they met yours with such an intensity.

You avoided his room, his things, everything to keep you sane. But you were tired and hopeless with heartache, sluggishly making your way to his quarters. So small and almost untouched, his bed perfectly made, and if it hadn’t been for the way it smelled of him, it would have seemed as if he had never truly existed.

You rummaged through his small storage bin, retrieving an overly worn undershirt. It had a single oil stain by the sleeve, thread unwinding where a small hole had begun to form. Faint cologne lingered mingling with mechanic work and somehow the forest. It was everything Cassian was, woven in fabric.

You stripped to your underwear, tossing the worn flight suit on the floor, and replacing it with the undershirt that fell just below your ass. It was soft against your skin and as you crawled underneath Cassian’s covers, the chill of the sheets against your bare legs caused goosebumps to rise. Surrounded by his scent in the darkness, if you closed your eyes, it felt almost like being embraced by him. You hated the way tears slipped onto his pillow.

You had fallen into a dreamless slumber, clutching the sheets in the small bunk, so hopelessly tired only to see an orange glow of light enter the room briefly before being engulfed in darkness once more. Once your eyes adjusted, you saw a figure turned away from you, shirt being pulled from their body and tossed aside.

“Cassian.”

Before you could fully sit up, Cassian walked over and sat at the edge of the bed, grasping your face in his hands.

“You’ve been crying”, he observed, eyes wild and searching your face. The roughness of his hands stroking the skin of your cheeks.

“I thought you would never come back”, you cried.

“I’ll always come back for you.”

“Cassian..”

“Enough”, he said sternly before hungry lips stole the breath from your lungs, unkempt stubble scratching your skin.

The pilot clutched your face tightly as he kissed you, afraid you would simply slip away within his grasp. Tears fell from your eyes, the saltiness mingling with the sweetness of his taste.

Cassian’s lips were greedy as he sucked on the plumpness of your bottom lip, traveling in desperation to the wetness of your cheeks, and the shell of your ear.

“Beg”, he demanded softly, an edge to his voice. His accent made you weak the way he whispered in your ear.

“What?”, you asked, taken aback.

“Beg for it”, Cassian repeated, one hand finding the bareness of your thigh, squeezing tightly.

You gasped at the touch, the hunger in his voice, eyes cloudy with something of lust and fear.

His large, calloused hand rose further, thumb reaching to press against your already swelling clit. Wetness was already pooling between your legs, surely he could feel it. The way you were shaking from just having him so close with such intensity in his eyes.

“Please”, you whispered, eyes heavy with desire.

“Please what?”

Cassian’s eyes never left your own, one hand intertwining with your hair, the other leaving your thigh to ghost underneath the shirt. Fingertips grazing up the skin of your spine.

“Touch me more.”

His fingers reached around to the softness of your stomach, rising up your side until his thumb landed beneath your breast.

“Here?”, he asked, grazing over the side, reaching up until he found the swelling of your nipple.

Cassian Andor was holding back. So desperate to have you naked beneath him, fucking you through the night like he would lose you at any moment. His mission was difficult. He was exhausted, bitter, and yet he decided to channel it all into pleasuring you. You were the opposite of everything he knew; soft, innocent, pure. He wanted to make this last forever.

Your eyes fluttered closed at the intensity, it had been too long since you felt his touch.

He grabbed your face, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him, one hand still underneath the shirt.

“Look at me”, Cassian demanded, “Don’t look away”.

He watched the pleasure flash in your eyes when he squeezed the hardened bud of your nipple between his fingers, cupping your entire breast in his hand before giving the other attention.

“How about here”, he asked, hand trailing down until his palm rested against your stomach. His fingers looped underneath the band of your panties before leaning you back against his pillow.

He followed you down, straddling your waist with one knee between your thighs.

He looked so beautiful in the low light of the moon, like a hungry predatory animal toying with his food.

You were desperate for any friction against your clit, pushing towards his thigh unconsciously as he kissed you. Tongue finding its way between your lips, loving the way he softly groaned against them.

“Cassian please”, you begged between kisses, one hand gripping his bicep for stability. The tensity of his muscles flexed as he held himself over you, golden skin littered with scars. Your mouth watered at the way every muscle seemed so defined. How strong he was, yet held you so delicately.

“Fuck me, I’m begging you.”

Cassian growled, grabbed your panties, aggressive and needy, as he yanked them off, throwing them into the floor along with your shirt. He had lost patience, unbuckling his belt and shifting until his cock was throbbing in his hand.

You could see the tension, the way Cassian clenched his jaw.

“Cassian, I can take it.”

“Yeah?”, he asked in your ear, breathless.

Precum dripped from the tip as he lined himself up with your soaked entrance. As he slowly pushed into you, the tension seemed to melt from his body. Eyes fluttering at the feeling of you squeezing around him.

Suddenly you were hollow as he pulled completely out, your cunt aching for his return.

“I told you to beg”, Cassian reminded you, teasing your entrance, thumb admiring the swell of your lip.

Taglist : @samspenandsword , @moonstrider9904 , @acatalystrising , @sharpbarnacle, @kraytclaw , @adikas-world, @the-good-shittt,

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Kinktober Day 6

Kinktober Day 6: Cockwarming with Commander Cody

Title: Sick Day

Pairing - Commander Cody X Female!Reader

Prompt - Cockwarming

Word Count - 707

Warnings/Notes - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI) inspired by @anisbaby Cody kinktober, totally self indulgent, PiV, Cockwarming, soft!Cody, oral m! Recieivng,

Song - M by Florist

You were so utterly fatigued. You wanted to relax instead of cough, taking sips of chilled water or a spoonful of honey to soothe the ache in your throat; desperate to distract yourself.

You were thankful when Cody arrived, even if he were still adorned in burnt orange armor with a holopad in hand. He brought his work home to sit with you, and at first it was enough. You draped yourself in the warmth of a blanket, curling up in the chair opposite of your couch where the clone consumed, legs spread wide.

But you felt so needy eyeing him from across the room, the stern, overworked look on his face as he worked. Scar more prominent when he scrunched his nose in annoyance. You wanted to be curled up into him, to be babied by the commander. The tea you had been sipping on grew cold, and you were so desperate for his warmth. Leaving the chair to curl up on the couch, forcing your head onto his armor clad thigh. It was so cold, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to be close.

“Sweet girl..”, Cody sighed, lying the holopad next to him. His gloved fingers brushing through your hair. “Not feeling too well, are you?”

“No”, you whispered, clutching the plastoid, desperate for comfort.

Cody shifted, forcing you to sit up, and you whined.

“Let me get out of this armor so you’re more comfortable. I’m done working for the night”.

He stood, slowly removing bits of armor with care until he was in his blacks, and with a welcomed surprise, removing his shirt before sitting back down next to you.

Cody turned on an old holofilm for the both of you to watch, allowing you to rest your head in his lap, and you melted at the warmth. His exposed fingers bringing a chill through you as they stroked your hair. You lied there for a while, watching the film, so content with his care. But you grew restless, turning your body to face him, face so close to the bulge in his blacks and your eyes couldn’t help but to trail up his body. Dark hair splayed up to his bellybutton, pecs flexing with every soft breath he took. He looked so beautiful.

You reached up to kiss his stomach, eyes meeting his as you tugged at the waistband of his blacks.

“Please, Cody. I just want to feel you.”

How could he deny you when you looked so sweet. You awaited the blissful distraction to your not feeling well.

His cock was semi hard just from the idea of you touching him, and he relaxed against the couch, watching the film as you placed your mouth around the tip.

It was so warm and heavy against your tongue and you sighed. You loved the way he tasted, languidly licking up the base, mouthing the head of his cock. You lied there for a while, just softly stroking, admiring his length and the rigidity of it in your hand. Licking and allowing his cock to just sit against your tongue for a while. You wanted to feel it inside of you, filling you up, the intense heat warming your body from the chill.

You slowly stood, body heavy and tired from being sick, head fuzzy with desire and exhaustion. You eased your pajama shorts down, panties following, exposing the sticky wetness of your arousal.

“What are you doing”, Cody asked softly, almost in disbelief.

You straddled his hips, burying your tired eyes in the crook of his neck.

“Keep me warm”, you whispered in a pitiful whine.

His large, calloused hands gently fell on to your hips, easing you down on his cock until he couldn’t go any further.

“You can stay as long as you’d like”, he whispered, cock twitching at the feel of your walls squeezing him. You were soaked, feeling so full and warm with him inside of you.

Cody hugged you against his bare chest, reaching for the blanket to wrap around your shoulders. Your breaths shallow and sleepy, eyes closed against the warmth of his neck. It felt so good, and as much as you wanted him to fuck into you, you were utterly exhausted.

Taglist: @samspenandsword , @moonstrider9904, @acatalystrising, @sharpbarnacle , @kraytclaw, @adikas-world

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Kinktober Day 11

Kinktober Day 11: Teasing with Arc Trooper Fives

Title: Late

Pairing - Fives X Female!Reader

Prompt - Teasing

Word Count - 1,277

Warnings/Notes - NSFW 18+ (18+ minors DNI) Teasing, PIV, oral f!receiving, creampie

Song - Selfish by PNB Rock

“I have to get back to work”, you pleaded, either to convince Fives or yourself, you weren’t sure. He lazily kissed the skin of your neck, your head lolling against the pillow in his bunk. His lips were ghosting over your vein, the warmth of his breath causing goosebumps to rise. Your eyes couldn’t help but flutter at the sensation, wetness pooling between your thighs.

“This is more important, there are other medics”, Fives responded nonchalantly, too distracted by the sweet smell of your skin. Suddenly, his teeth grazed over the most sensitive spot, nipping gently just to watch the way you gasped.

“Kix will kill me”, you muttered, but Fives didn’t respond. He was too hard headed and the way his large hands gripped your hip was a testament to him not letting up anytime soon.

His lips found your throat, tongue grazing up until he reached your chin, and you couldn’t fight the appeased sigh that left your lips.

Five’s nose nudged the side of yours as he brushed over your lips with his own.

“Kiss me”, he whispered, the warmth of his breath on your lips.

“Fives..”, you whispered, eyes briefly flashing over his lips so close to yours.

“Please”, he begged.

You couldn’t refuse, softly moaning as he kissed you so delicately. His body moved to lay on top of you, knee between your thighs, hand cupping the side of your face. Your fingers absentmindedly ran through his hair, pulling when his knee caused friction between your legs. You kissed him back harder, desperate to feel him between you.

“So eager now”, he teased, pulling his lips away just to plant them on the shell of your ear.

“Since you’re in such a hurry, I should just take my time right?”, he whispered, thumb gripping the flesh underneath your shirt. You moaned at the sensation, so desperate for his fingers to touch more of your skin. You could see how hard he was through his blacks, his eyes darkened over with lust.

Fives hovered over you, large calloused thumb gently parting your lips until you opened, allowing the pad of his thumb to sit against your tongue. You sucked on the digit, never breaking eye contact. Two could play at his game. You felt satisfied watching him waiver for a moment.

“I can take all day you know”, he threatened, removing his thumb from your mouth to allow it to trail down your chin, the rest of his fingers moving to wrap softly around your throat. You swallowed nervously with anticipation. Fives teasingly squeezed, knowing how much you loved it. But his hand quickly left as soon as it was there.

He lowered himself down, pushing the hem of your shirt up so languidly, wetting his lips with his tongue to kiss up the middle of your stomach.

You gasped at the chill of where his lips had been, so desperate to feel his face between your thighs.

Fives lazily unwrapped the binder from your chest, mouth watering at the sight of the buds of your breasts already swollen. He allowed the fabric of your shirt to sit just above your breasts, knowing you would have to return to work eventually. Although, he didn’t particularly care. He was fine with taking responsibility for your absence.

His mouth wrapped around your nipple, sucking so gently, savoring the way you cried out while his hand massaged the other.

“Fives”, you quietly cried.

He loved watching you become so unraveled, but he was also so eager to taste the sweetness between your legs.

He never broke eye contact as he kissed down your stomach, both hands slowly pulling the fabric of your pants down and off. His honey colored eyes so lust filled as he kissed your ankle, parting your thighs to kiss the inside of them. Stubble from his facial hair grazing the skin.

You were squirming underneath him, chest heaving with anticipation.

“Please”, you begged, “enough teasing”.

Fives chuckled softly, pulling your soaked panties over your ass, down your legs, and tossing them to the side.

“Fuck”, he muttered, seeing you splaid out underneath him. It took everything in him to hold himself back from devouring you like a starved man. He loved teasing you. Loved watching you cry and beg and whimper at every action until he couldn’t hold himself together anymore.

Fives was a soldier though, and had a hell of a lot of patience.

“Look at you”, he said, the pad of his thumb lazily rolling over your clit, “soaking wet”.

You cried out at the pleasure, bucking your hips toward him to feel any more friction on such a delicate spot. He never quickened his pace, just ever so gently rubbing circles with his thumb until your wetness coated the sheets underneath you.

Your cheeks were so flushed, lips swollen and parted, so desperate and needy.

Your cunt was so sensitive from the teasing that you felt as if you were going to cum the moment the tip of his finger entered inside of you, his thumb never leaving your clit.

“You want more”, he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please Fives, I’m begging.”

You didn’t have to finish your sentence before the rest of his long finger pushed inside of your soaked cunt. He slowly pumped in and out before adding a second finger. You were drenched and gasping.

You greedily kissed his lips, hands gripping the side of his face for stability. He was so hard underneath his clothes it was almost painful.

Fives quickly pulled away, desperate to taste you. Lowering himself down between your thighs, you eagerly spread your legs to allow him access, brushing your finger through his soft hair.

He ever so slowly licked up your clit, savoring the sweetness of your juices. You gripped his hair, pushing his face into you, and he obliged. Eating your cunt like the juices of a fruit before pumping two fingers in and out.

“Fives”, you cried out, “I’m gonna cum”.

Blinding hot release of pleasure pooled through you as you came around his fingers, dripping down your thighs.

Your legs felt so unstable, wobbly, and your eyes filled with lust as he sat up, wildly pulling his blacks off.

His cock was achingly hard, the muscles of his body tense with need.

“Fuck me, please”, you moaned running your fingertips over every inch of his skin as he placed himself between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispered, pushing his cock between your slick folds, coating his cock before slowly pushing it inside, feeling you stretch around him. Fives waivered, almost collapsing on top of you at the feel of his cock buried so deep. He pushed a few strands of hair from your face, admiring the way your cheeks flushed, skin burning hot underneath him. He hooked his arm underneath your knee, fucking into you slowly, building up to a perfect speed.

“Harder”, you cried out, and he obliged, something primal in him snapping as he flipped you over onto your stomach and fucking you from behind. You moaned as he gripped onto what was left of your ponytail.

“I want my brothers to know you’re mine when I’m finished”, he spoke, breathless and grunting, “you’re my girl”.

Hearing his words as he thrusted harder into you made you gasp, his fingers reaching underneath to rub your clit.

“Fuck”, he gasped, his thrusts becoming more sloppy, “only for me”.

Suddenly you both were cumming, and Fives stilled to catch his breath, kissing the sweaty skin of your back.

“Only for you”, you assured, absolutely love drunk, and not wanting to go back to work.

Taglist: @samspenandsword , @moonstrider9904, @acatalystrising,@sharpbarnacle, @kraytclaw, @adikas-world, @the-good-shittt, @sith-as-heck

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