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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-3636 | Wolffe/Reader, CC-3636 | Wolffe/You, Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Reader Characters: CC-3636 | Wolffe, Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Alcohol, Drunken Confessions, Inappropriate Use of the Force, Hand Jobs, uhh force jobs, Thats totally a thing, Truth Serum, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, thigh riding, Spanking, Face-Sitting, Bruises, Cumplay, Size Difference, Size Kink Summary:

a series of short bits with a mix of clones and generated prompts so that I don't have to make decisions

as always - no proofreading

minimal reader description 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Din Djarin/Reader, Din Djarin/You Characters: Din Djarin Additional Tags: Vaginal Fingering, Masturbation, Roughness, Gloves, Glove Kink, Slapping Summary:

you're a fellow bounty hunter that deserves a break, din is super helpful

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Reader Characters: Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Sex Pollen, Dubious Consent, Tentacles, Inappropriate Use of the Force, Alien Sex, Alien Biology, Choking Summary:

uhhh very mild dubcon

force sensitive reader

lets get weird

but really, weird shit and while still reigned in it’s fairly filthy so you’ve been warned

"Would you like to see it?" You ask Tech, acknowledging how his eyes lit up when you mentioned that your research includes a force sensitive being of unknown origins.

"Please." He jumps from his seat, datapad already in hand. "Show me everything." He can't contain his excitement as he follows you down the corridor of the facility. He and his brothers had ended up in your presence while running jobs for Cid, your current existence as ex-Jedi now specializing in recovering and protecting items the Empire seeks to destroy. You have to fund your venture somehow, which often means having to part some items to private collectors here and there. It didn't take long for you to bond with the goggled clone, your respective thirsts for knowledge drove many late night talks.

"I can't believe you waited so long to tell me about this." He says as you place your palm against the door panel, its chirp acknowledging the match of your hand print.

"I had to make sure it was safe first, and honestly, I'm still not sure about that." You smiled at him, hoping to soothe any hurt he might feel from being left out of this particular discovery. "Still time to back out if you're afraid." Your eyebrows raise, questioning him as you step through the door, examining his face as he realizes it's a contamination lock before entering the actual research facility.

"You know I'm afraid of nothing." He says with far less conviction than he would have liked. "But..." He peeks around you, trying to look through the small clouded windows of the room. "What can I expect in there?" He asks, sizing you up as you slip your cloak from your body, leaving just your base layer, a high neck long sleeved top and practical pants. They might not be traditionally attractive clothing, but Tech couldn't help himself from appreciating the way the attire fell over your body.

"Well, I would suggest losing some of your armor, it stays really warm in there." You say, his appraisal of your body not going unnoticed, and you're already questioning if the effects you've experienced with the being before are starting to kick in. "I have experienced some... strange feelings when being near the being. I'm not sure if it's something I am feeling because of the force, or because that's just the effect it has. To be honest, that's part of why I wanted to bring you here, to know if it was... just me." You say, looking to the floor and knowing that you now have no choice but to explain further.

"And, uh, what are those effects?" He asks, removing his armor piece by piece, leaving just his black base layer in place and you cannot control your gaze as he stretches, reminding you how much taller he is than you.

"Well, um, this, wow..." You giggle, realizing how much of a struggle this is going to be. "This is embarrassing, I'm sorry." You mostly say to yourself, fidgeting in place. "And you don't have to go in once I tell you, because I should have told you earlier, it really isn't fair that -" He cuts off your nervous rambling, taking a few steps closer to you so that you can't hide from his view.

"You can tell me, you know that." He says, his softness apparent in the smile he gives as you start to nod.

"In my past encounters with the being I have experienced strange... sexual... side effects." You look to his feet, ashamed.

"Sex is nothing to be ashamed of, whether it's a lot, a little, or none at all, we are all sexual beings." He takes your hand in his and your knees about buckle at his touch. "What did it feel like?" He asks, his thumb grazing your fingers one by one, weeks of friendliness and awkward flirting coming to a boil.

"So far I've mostly experienced heightened arousal, very, very heightened. I've never felt anything like it before," He nods, listening to your explanation closely. "There's also a compulsion, like I must be touched, and I need to touch someone or something, anything." You do your best to let go of any lingering shame.

"How did you, well, handle it the previous times?" He asks, his curiosity evident in his eyes.

"Well, I - handled - it the first two times." You laughed, noting his eyes glaze ever so slightly as he began to imagine what that might have looked like. "Those times my own touch was sufficient, but things have escalated since, and the being seems to want to be.. involved." You said, ready for this to be the part that makes him back out.

"Involved?" His voice caught in his throat.

"The last time it started to expand and grow, and reach out for me." You gulped, awaiting his response.

"Very intriguing." He turned to the small window to look into the containment room, the glowing blue being was an undulating blob at this point, always moving and seemingly to a rhythm. "Do you feel its effects already?" He turns his face back to you, your hand still firmly in his.

"I do." The shame started to creep over you again. "Do you?" Your eyes find his, needing to know how he's feeling.

"Perhaps, though I'm not sure if it is just my proximity to you." He says, a flush growing over his face. You don't know what to say to his confession, so you just nod and give his hand a squeeze.

"Shall we?" You reach for the panel to open the inner chamber, awaiting his nod before you press the button, a hiss emerging as the door slides open. You both step in, and you realize it's even warmer than the last time you entered.

Typically you only reach out in greeting through the force, but with Tech present you're sure to vocalize your interactions as well.

"I've brought a friend along to observe you, I hope you don't mind." You say as you watch Tech circle the platform where the being is contained, tugging on the collar of his blacks, the heat already starting to overwhelm him.

"It's hotter than last time." You pant, tugging your shirt over your head, watching Tech freeze as he takes the sight of your body in. "How do you feel? As far as the effects?" You start to undo the belt on your pants, realizing your boots are still on and in the way.

"I definitely feel them." His hips shift, his subconscious doing its best to distract him from becoming erect. "Do you mind if I disrobe?" He asks, already tugging at his top.

"Please do." You say, cringing at your eagerness. Before you can remove your boots Tech has removed his blacks, only his briefs remaining.

"May I touch it... you?" He asks of the being, reaching his hand out and gasping as it expands and reaches back, a vining appendage growing from the mass of energy. "Oh.. wow" He gasps, collapsing to his knees as the being makes contact with his hand, snaking up his arm.

You come to his side, your underthings being the only clothing that remains on your body as well. You take in the glow of the being and how it has Tech completely at its mercy, he has become his own writhing ball of pleasure on the floor, his eyes holding a pleading look to them. You reach out, grazing your fingers over his scalp, feeling the sweat drench his hair. Watching the way he trembles beneath your touch, every cell in his body ablaze with desire, has you already on the brink of orgasm. You can no longer hide your arousal, a torrent running down your inner thighs, glistening in the glow of the being.

You bend down to kiss him, your fingers on his jaw as your tongue pushes into his mouth meeting his. A low growl comes from deep within him, his lips pressing harder into you and you pull back, seeing a growing wetness spread across his briefs and you know he has come already.

"I'm sorry." He starts to apologize, tears stinging his eyes. "It was all so much." The being retracts from him and you take him into your arms, and suddenly he seems small.

"There is nothing to be sorry for." You stroke his hair and press his head harder against your chest, your breasts heaving with each breath. "This is overwhelming. Only let yourself feel pleasure, not regret." He rises from his position on the floor, now looking down at you as he grabs your face, planting his lips to yours, his kisses frantic and hard like he will never be able to taste you again. As you pull back from his kiss you feel something prodding at you through the force, and you turn your attention to the being, Tech's arms still wrapped around you.

"It wants to show us something." You mumble, unsure what you're feeling and seeing through the force. It's like thousands of hands reaching out and their every touch is electric. You don't have time to submit to its wishes before the being has grown itself and sprouted new appendages from every surface. There were dozens of them, some large, some small, some thick, and some thin. You press yourself into Tech's chest, feeling it heave against your back.

In an instant you are overwhelmed by the being, it is vining around your body, slender stalks finding their way around the remnants of your clothing, tearing them from your body and leaving you completely exposed. All you can do is follow the pleasure and let it overtake you as the being has you lifted from the floor, completely at its mercy. All Tech can do is stare as it binds your wrists and pulls them above your head and stalks wrap around your ankles, spreading your legs wide. You are a soaking, writhing mess under its touch. Knowing that Tech is watching you come undone is bringing a new height to your pleasure.

"May I... touch you?" Tech asks of you this time, the being twirling you in the air so that your dripping pussy is open and facing him.

"Please." You beg, your hips under no control of yours as they seek his touch. He reaches out, both hands sliding up your inner thighs, that touch alone has you moaning his name and pleading with him for more. His fingers reach out, grazing your clit in the softest touch before collecting your wetness and plunging two fingers into you. You make no effort to contain your screams, his fingers curling and thrusting into you already has you coming, clinching around his fingers and body trembling in mid air. "More," you cry out, and his mouth is on you, tongue working over you while his fingers continue their assault. He shows no restraint as he sucks your clit between his lips, his moans providing the slightest vibration as his fingers pump into you relentlessly.

"Fuck, I'm, fuck." You scream out, feeling a pressure building that you've never felt before.

"Come again, give me everything." Tech says, an edge to his voice before he presses his lips back to you, his tongue flicking roughly as he adds a third finger, his long digits hitting you just right to allow for pleasure you've never experienced on your own.

Strangled cries escape your throat as a new appendage from the being wraps itself around your throat, tightening every so slightly before tracing your lips and darting into your mouth. All you can see and feel is pleasure as Tech and the being have you completely at their disposal, their touch ruining you for everyone else in the galaxy.

"I'm - " is all you can get out before the tentacle around your throat tightens again and Tech's fingers drive into you again, snapping the building tension within you and releasing your pleasure from you in a deluge. Your orgasm leaves waves and ripples not only in the force but in evidence of a glistening liquid across Tech's goggles.

The being lowers you into Tech's arms and he slides to the floor, cradling you gently. For a few minutes he says nothing and monitors the being as it returns to its previous shape and state.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. All you can do is nod, your words not wanting to leave your throat. He holds you, placing soft kisses across your face and neck, wanting to provide as much care and comfort as possible while you recover.

"Just need a break." You finally mutter, still a puddle in his arms. "Then we can go again." His eyes widen as you reach out through the force, showing him what you'd like to do next.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars: Thrawn Series - Timothy Zahn (2017) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Reader Characters: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Blow Jobs Summary:

just a thought

i still don't proofread anything sorry for typos

"Your presence is noted." Thrawn looks up, his eyes taking you in before he directs his attention back to his work, a small smile gracing his face as he hears your overdramatic sigh.

"My presence is a gift, my dear." You say, leaning against his desk, knowing that there isn't a single bit of Imperial work that actually requires his full attention. "You asked me here for my expert opinion, shall I give it to you?" You grab the stylus from his hand, twirling it between your fingers before resting it against your bottom lip.

"Perhaps you could put that mouth of yours to better use while I finish up, hmm?" He snatches the stylus back from you and slides back from his desk, stark white of his uniform crisp across his spread legs. You open your mouth to retort, but he places a finger against his own lips, shushing you and drawing both rage and desire out of you.

Rage and desire is really a great summation of your relationship with Thrawn, years of consultations, rendezvous, fights, reconciliations, all boiled down to those two emotions, and a life long understanding of what you could both offer each other.

You held your ground for a beat longer than he would have liked before dropping to your knees under the desk, knowing that it has been too long since you've felt him on your lips and your will is not that strong.

"Try to not get rug burn, love, leaving marks on you is my job." He says nonchalantly, knowing full well that his comment alone was enough to work you up. Judging from the straining of the crisp white fabric across his lap, it was enough for him too. You reach up, undoing his pants and letting him spring free, the deep blue of his skin always drove you crazy. The shades of purple mingled along the underside of his shaft were always your favorite and the first to receive attention.

You grazed your thumb along his length, gliding over the tip before grasping him firmly and letting your tongue reach out to taste him. You couldn't contain a soft moan as you felt him on your tongue, remembering every encounter and touch you two have ever shared. It didn't take long before you worked your mouth over him, taking him as deep as you could go, relaxing your throat so you could feel every inch of him. As always, you were impressed at his composure, the tapping of his datapad rang above your head, his hips following your moves the only sign that he was invested in your actions.

As you worked your mouth and hands over him you paused, hearing a beep and click at the door.

"Enter." He said, his hips still following you as you pulled your head back. Enter?! You hold as still as possible, not wanting to alert the visitor to your presence.

"Grand Admiral," they say, placing something upon the desk. "From the Emperor."

"Please continue." He says, more quietly than he asked for them to enter.

"Continue... what?" The messenger said, a puzzled look on their face.

"Not you." Thrawn says to them, the slightest twitch of his hips lets you know that command was meant for you. This was bold, even for him, and it wasn't like you to shy away from a challenge.

"Alright." The Imperial says, looking around the room, thoroughly perplexed. You continue your actions, moving your mouth around him and hollowing your cheeks to focus as much pleasure on him as you can.

"You're dismissed." Thrawn says, the slightest squeak coming from his throat and you mentally applaud yourself while you push him deep into your throat again, letting him gag you as you hear the door click shut. "Fuck." He stutters out, his stylus dropping to the desk while his hand reaches down to tangle in your hair, pulling gently as you pump your hand around him. He pulls you off of him, sliding his chair back so he can look into your eyes. "Up." He reaches for your hand, helping you off the floor and pressing his lips against yours, his scarlet eyes squeezing shut.

"Shall we enjoy the view?" He asks, pressing your breasts against the window overlooking the expanse of open space. All you can do is hum a moan of approval as he lifts your skirt and presses himself against you, hunger driving him as his lips find your neck and his fingers dive into the pool between your legs. You push yourself back against him, a silent beg for more. "In time, darling, in time." He says quietly, and you know you'll be enjoying the stars for a while.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-6116 | Kix/Reader, CT-6116 | Kix/You Characters: CT-6116 | Kix Additional Tags: Glove Kink, Minor Injuries, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex Summary:

still doing the list for funsies

im soft for kix no one look at me

def wasn't inspired by someone's recent artwork of him with blue gloves

pls do not look at me

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Reader Characters: Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Sensory Deprivation, Light Bondage, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Gags Summary:

quiet time with tech

part one

"Hm, yes, I already think this was a great plan." He says quietly, more to himself than to you, adjusting the ties at your wrists, his armorless legs on either side of your torso. Your eyes dart wildly, watching all the ways that Tech chooses to restrain you, soft ties at your wrists, binders borrowed from his kit at each ankle, leaving you open and exposed to him.

Your chest heaves in excitement as he double and triple checks each attachment, ensuring you're as secure as the most dangerous bounty in the galaxy should be. Dangerous though you may be, you're not to him, as he is the one person you can soften with, the one person you can give yourself completely to, the one and only person that you trust.

"Beautiful," He says, admiring his handiwork and reaching out to brush his thumb across your bottom lip, not able to resist bending down to press a kiss to your lips.

He leaves your body, your hips mindlessly following after him, eager for him to return to you. He grabs a pair of headphones from the side table, slipping one on each ear before reaching for his data pad, scrolling intently until he finds what he seeks. He looks at you expectantly as the sounds begin, your eyes lighting up as you realize it's the forest sounds he recorded from the place you first met years ago.

"Goodbye, darling." Tech smirks, wrapping a silken scarf around your eyes, tying it securely behind your head. This last addition leaves you with one sense, the one you need most tonight, and you are ready to feel everything he has to give you.

You can't help yourself, writhing and pulling at your restraints in anticipation of his touch. You're seeking any clue you can find, trailing warmth, the dip of the bed, or the gentle vibrations of his breathing.

Your senses are alight as he drags his fingers down the underside of your arm, the slightest touch bordering on too much before his lips find your inner elbow, gentle suction with each kiss.

The whines leaving your mouth are unnoticed for you, but the chuckle he lets out against your skin brings your awareness to just how needy you are, how much you've missed him. You feel the mattress shift as he settles more of his weight down, his leg draping over your own, and instead of feeling the smoothness of his blacks you're now feeling the realness of his skin and hair along his legs. Knowing that if your hands were free you could reach out and take him in your hands is driving you crazy. You feel his head rest on your shoulder, lips continuing to caress your skin, while his hand reaches out to find your abdomen, stroking his fingers up and down, bringing them higher and lower with each pass. The back of his hand brushes your breasts, your back arching to seek more pressure. He continues to tease, dragging his fingers in circles around your nipples, each peak begging for direct attention. His fingers bring you what you want, rubbing and squeezing, while his mouth unexpectedly joins in, his tongue flicking across your nipple, moans escaping with this new sensation.

His mouth continues to work across your breasts, driving your arousal that's apparent in a glistening puddle pooling on the bed. He takes notice and lets his fingers dip into it, gathering a small amount before teasingly parting your folds and using just his fingertip to explore you, following the squirming of your hips, pressing harder with your moans, using every opportunity to learn some new facet of pleasure he can bring to you.

He places a kiss against your jaw before you feel his weight leave the mattress and return between your knees, both hands pressing up your inner thighs to open more of you to him.

"Fuck, yes, Tech, please" you inadvertently beg for his touch. The bed shifts again, before you feel him press against your chest and pull out one ear piece.

"I worry you won't be able to respect quiet time." He says, nipping at your ear before replacing his voice with the soothing sounds of the waterfalls and wild animals. Before you get a chance to protest you find a bit of fabric, light and lacy, likely your own underthings, pushed into your mouth, ensuring you won't be able to scream out with his next assault.

His hands return to your thighs, one hand reaching out to hold you open, leaving every bit of you obscenely exposed. He gives you no warning before his tongue lashes out, working over your clit while two fingers enter you, immediately finding a rhythm.

He knows exactly what your mind and body want from him, knowing that he is in complete control of your pleasure and that he has the trust to give it to you.

He works his fingers in and out, giving the tips a curl each time they withdraw, the sensation causing your legs to shudder and for you to struggle against the ties at your wrists. You knew if you could hear him that he'd have his own quiet moans mingling with yours as his tongue worked a feverish pace over you. Typically he'd want to drag things out, make you really wait for your orgasm, but it's been so long since he's seen you like this, exposed and bound, everything about you in his control. He finds himself pressing his erection into the mattress, the anticipation of you losing control under his tongue almost too much. He uses his tongue and fingers to bring you right to the brink of orgasm before he sits up, wanting to have the best view of your release. His fingers work quickly, pushing you the rest of the way over, the pleasure moving through every since cell and nerve in your body.

He leans back, watching you pull at your restraints while biting down on your own panties, your chest heaving with pleasure and exhaustion, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He kisses up your body, giving extra attention to your neck before he removes your panties from your mouth and slips the scarf from your eyes. A few deep kisses before he moves back down your body, placing himself at your entrance.

"I know you'll want to watch this next part." He says with a smirk, preparing to push into you.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox & Reader Characters: CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: Angry Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex Summary:

Skipping a few days on the list

Fox is tired of your shit

Oops it ended up soft

"Office." He huffs, grasping your upper arm and pushing you through the door, slamming it behind the two of you.

"Do not touch me without my permission ever again." You rise on your toes, shoving your finger into the visor of his helmet, leaving as many fingerprints as possible. You know how much he hates for his view to be anything but pristine.

"For fucks sake," he mutters, ripping his helmet from his head, his amber flecked eyes glaring a hole right through you. "Do you think you can behave for one day? One fucking day?" His chest heaves with his breath, a strange mix of fury and resignation across his face.

"What do you think?" You spit out, holding your ground for what is sure to be quite the battle. "You bring me here to spy and then you get upset when I do my job well, do you want results or not?" You take half a step back, just now realizing that he's been backing you towards his desk.

"I want results without you compromising the entire operation." He says sternly, continuing to close the distance until the back of your thighs are pressed against the desk. "You are going to get someone killed." He reaches out, taking your chin between his fingers, his fingertips holding your face forward so can't avoid his gaze. "And I'm not going to let that someone be you." He says, his words sharp as he releases your face with a shove.

"I know what I'm doing." You attempt to have some conviction to your voice, though his display for vulnerability has caught you off guard. "I'm not-" Your words are cut off by his lips, a searing kiss that has no intention of ending soon. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, you suck gently on it as your fingers reach out to seek his skin.

"I told you to behave." He says quietly, grabbing your wrist and twisting your arms behind your back as his kisses continue. You're completely at his mercy as his lips move to your neck, feeling pride at the moan his touch has brought you.

"Be good for me, hm?" He says, releasing your arm to move his hand to your belt, sliding it free and undoing your buttons. His fingers find their way, a teasing touch over the edge of your panties, gliding down to feel the growing wetness through the fabric.

Your hands grip the edge of the desk, your pleasure growing under his tough. "Please, more" you whimper, pressing yourself more firmly against his hand.

"Tell me you'll behave" he says, sliding your panties to the side and sliding a teasing touch against your folds. "Tell me you'll be careful." His voice is barely a whisper, his lips against your ear with one hand on the back of your neck, the other still driving you crazy with need.

"I'll be good." You pant, trying to push your hips harder against his hand. "I'll be careful." You say, looking deep into his eyes as they watch you, weighing the truth and desperation in your words.

In a silent acceptance of your words he slides his fingers into you, catching your moans with a kiss. He pumps them in and out, his palm brushing your clit with each thrust, bringing you closer to your end. As you feel your body start to tense, prepared for what's to come, he removes his fingers, leaving you empty.

Your eyes snap open, taking in the smirk on his face and the sweat on his brow that he spreads through his hair by running his fingers through it, giving an extra glisten to the strands of grey weaving through the temples.

He reaches down and unhooks his cod piece, letting it fall to the floor as he palms himself through his blacks.  You shimmy your pants to the floor, kicking them aside before hopping up onto the desk, spreading your legs wide to give him a silent challenge.

He pulls himself free from the constraints of his clothing, giving himself a few strokes to ready himself before grabbing your thighs and pulling you to him. With one swift motion he enters you, making no attempt to silence your cries as you take all of him.

His pace is rough and quick, his fingers digging into your thighs hard enough to bruise. Your moans fill the office, encouraging his relentless thrusting.

"Will you do what I ask of you?" He asks, his words punctuated by sharp thrusts.

"No," you gasp out with a chuckle, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as he drives into you.

He just smiles, his rage fading as his thrusts get sloppy, his impending orgasm threatening to break his tough exterior.

You lean back, giving him access to reach down, his fingers toying with you as his thrusts continue, this extra touch being just what you needed to push you over the edge.

The feeling of you contracting around him with the sight of your head thrown back and mouth open was more than enough to draw everything out from him. With a few rough thrusts he empties himself inside of you, holding your body tightly to him, his lips finding yours again.

You both hold each other in a sweaty, messy embrace, taking a little extra time before collecting yourselves. After you both redress, Fox does his best to smooth your hair into a presentable style.

"Where are you going?" He asks, confused at you immediately starting to leave.

"To go get into trouble." You smirk, slinking out of the room before he can protest.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives/Reader Characters: CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives Additional Tags: Knifeplay, Hurt/Comfort, Vaginal Fingering Summary:

You're clumsy, Fives saves the day, until he doesn't

Wrote this while I was half asleep, who even knows what it is lol

I'll fix it when I wake up, maybe

"Well, fuck" you mutter to yourself, realizing you've gotten tangled up in a mess of rope and vines as you took a tumble down the hill where you were offloading supplies.

Struggling, twisting, and trying your best to free yourself from the predicament only made things worse. As you do your best to shimmy around to reach your comm you hear footsteps approach. 

"Hey!" You give a shout up the small hill, hoping that they'll hear you. "Down here!" You yell a bit louder, relieved when you see a shadow approaching. You feel your cheeks redden in embarrassment as you see a smiling, tattooed face peek over the side.

"How..." Fives' voice trails off, doing his best to stifle a chuckle as he examines your current situation. 

"I... gravity... rope" you try to shrug, but fail before you both break into giggles. "Save me, please." You laugh, knowing that if anyone was going to understand how something like this could happen, it would be him.

He shimmies down the hill, kneeling next to you and pondering his best course of action.

"Well, let's see" he looks you up and down, taking in the twists and turns of the rope while trying to not let his eyes linger too long on where your shirt has crept up, exposing your stomach. 

He works through the loose rope, pulling it from your body working from the bottom up. With one of your arms now free you're able to help him with the remainder. 

"My hero." You laugh as you're down to just a few tightly wound pieces around your right arm. 

"Yes I am, saved you from certain death" he smiles warmly, working his fingers over the rope, failing to remove them. "Now just a few more stubborn pieces," he mumbles, still unable to loosen those knotted bit. 

He reaches around to his utility belt, pulling out a knife that he whips open with one hand. "Hold still." He asks while you curse yourself for the shudder that just went through your body.

He watches you face as he slides the blade under the rope, taking you in as your eyes flicker between the knife and his face. 

"Nervous?" He asks, his thumb stroking your forearm in an attempt to be comforting. "No need to be, I promise I won't cut you." He laughs, watching your face for your reaction.

"You don't have to promise that." You shrug and your eyes widening as you realize what you said now that your guard has fallen.

It's not unlike the two of you to spend much of your time flirting with each other, having worked closely together while building up this base.

"Oh?" He asks, his own realization of your words hitting him as he finished his question. "Oh." He tightens his grip on your wrist, dragging the blunt end of the blade over your skin.

The sparkle in his eyes tells you that he likes watching you react to the touch of the knife and the tight grip of his fingers. 

"Sorry." You say quietly, looking down into your lap.

"Don't be." He says, a challenge more than anything as he scoots slightly closer to you. "You like the way this feels?" He asks, continuing to drag the cool steel across your skin, careful to keep the sharpest bits from cutting you.

"Mm hmm," you nod, embarrassed that your breath caught as you said that.

He presses the rear of the blade firmly into your skin, gliding beneath the rope and slicing it in two in one smooth motion. He takes your now free hand and lays it in his lap, stroking your wrist with his thumb.

"Thank you," you say, making no effort to move or leave. "Just one more," you raise your other arm to show him the rope around your upper arm. 

He swings one leg over you, straddling your lap and smirking as he watches you react to his closeness. His large hands place a firm grip on your arm, slicing through the rope in one quick motion before removing himself from your lap.

He continues to toy with the knife in his hands, wanting to explore this topic further but not sure how to approach it. 

He's also now realizing that this is the first time you two have been left alone, as it seems you two have been harboring silly little crushes on each other since the first time you met.

Your shyness almost wins as you start to get up, turning away from him.

"No." He says, an edge of humor to his voice, as he reaches over pulling you into his lap. "Did I actually turn you on cutting the rope off of you?" He asks bluntly, one arm wrapped around your shoulder, the other opening and closing the blade.

"I.. maybe, I don't know" you stutter out, trying to move past your shame, even though you know he'd never judge you for it. 

"You are beautiful when you blush, you know that." He says, running the currently closed knife across your belt buckle, having no idea that the combination of his touch and the knifes effect has you worked up beyond belief. 

You widen your legs, draping one off the side of his lap. 

"You can feel for yourself." You are both surprised by your boldness, though with the way he just bit down on his bottom lip, he was ready to take you up on that offer.

He flips open the knife one more time, using it to slice through your belt, the quickest way to find the button on your pants. 

"I'll get you a new one" he mutters, leaning forward to place a firm kiss against your lips. You've been waiting to feel his lips on yours for weeks, and they're softer than you imagined. The hunger from both of you drives the kiss, your tongues meeting as his hand snakes through your hair. His other hand is quick to pop open the button of your pants, sliding the zipper down with it.

His fingertips graze the top of your panties, his lips finding yours before he reaches inside. 

"Fuck," he says, barely a whisper against your lips, "you are so wet." His middle finger glides between your folds, sending shocks to the tips of your toes. He drags his lips down your neck, nipping along as his fingertips twirl in lazy circles across your clit. 

You can't control your hips as they move against his hand, wanting more. He slips two fingers into you, curling them with each small thrust in and out. Your gasps turn to whines as his pace quickens, his palm igniting your nerves with each pass, bringing more pleasure than it feels like your body can take.

"Come for me" he says, pressing his forehead to yours, his fingers working hard and fast, using every angle to give you the most pleasure possible.

You have no choice but to comply, your fingers digging into his forearm and his kiss muffling your moans as your orgasm works through you. He smiles at your whines as he removes his hand, your body already missing how he filled you up with just his fingers.

He licks his fingers clean, the sight sending a fresh wave of wetness from your core, before zipping your pants. 

He plants small kisses against your lips as he rests his hand on your abdomen. "Later you're going to tell me all of the other kinky things you like," he says, another peck on the lips for good measure, "and we're going to do all of them."

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Reader Characters: Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Hair-pulling, Vaginal Sex, Biting Summary:

a wee drabble as I catch up

Hunter gets topped

"Mmmm" Hunter let's out a soft moan, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your thighs as you work your hips in lazy circles.

You've had him pinned in the cockpit for what feels like hours, his cock buried deep inside you the entire time, and with you having the only control over its movement.

His hair is drenched in sweat, loose tendrils falling over his eyes, framing the look of divine torture on his face. You cup his face, giving him a sweet kiss before biting down on his bottom lip, pulling a groan from deep within.

"Do you want to cum, love?" You ask, allowing him to thrust up into you ever so slightly. "You've been so good." You whisper right into his ear, running your fingers through his damp hair before taking a fistful in your hand.

"Please" he gasps, his body shuddering beneath you as you begin to move yourself up and down, letting his length get the friction its desired. "Please, fuck, please," he begs, letting out a loud moan as you give his hair a tug.

Your hips roll, taking him from base to tip and back again, your own pleasure building with each thrust. You give his hair another sharp tug, holding his head back to expose his throat to you. Your lips find their way along his neck, licking, sucking, biting.

Your riding gets rough and frantic, no longer able to maintain control. He keeps a tight grip on your hips, his moaning relentless as you lean back, giving him a better view of his cock gliding in and out, your pussy stretching perfectly around him.

Your legs start to tremble as you reach your end, having no choice but to grind down against him, taking him as deep as he can go, wanting to feel every inch of him inside you as your orgasm moves through you. Your release was the permission he was waiting for, his grip now bruising as he thrusts himself up into you, filling you with each thrust before you both collapse into the seat.

You place gentle kisses over the bruised bite marks along his neck, both of you thankful that his blacks will cover the evidence of your activities. You know that you both need to clean up before the others return, but for just a few more moments you allow yourselves to enjoy the mess.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Reader Characters: Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Additional Tags: Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Scratching Summary:

his attempts at calming you down are unorthodox but effective

afab reader, minimal description

i don't proofread

You kick an empty bucket across the storage room, letting your temper get the best of you.

"You could have killed me" Crosshair says dryly, peeking out from behind a supply shelf. "You would have missed me too" he says quietly, setting some supplies on the ground.

"Doubtful" you spit out, beginning to pace in place.

"What's got you all worked up?" He asks, leaning against the shelf, working over the toothpick between his lips.

"Nothing." You huff. "Everything, I don't know, I just..." you let out a low growl and clinch your fists, only getting angrier when Cross starts to chuckle at you. You close the distance between the two of you and poke him in the chest. "Is my rage funny to you?" You continue to back him into the wall, giving him gentle shoves with every step.

"Kriffing hilarious" he laughs, pretending to shield himself from your assault.

You reach up and pluck his toothpick from his lips and fling it across the room, knowing it will piss him off.

"Well now you've really done it." He says, shaking his head, "You need to calm down and you know I need something in my mouth, so.." He trails off, reaching out and managing to open your belt and zipper in one swift movement.

"Hey-" Your protests are cut off as he cups your face, kissing you hard and pushing his tongue through to toy with yours. One hand roughly rubs down your body, giving your breast a firm squeeze on the way down before snaking his long fingers between your thighs. He presses his forehead to yours, looking deep into your eyes and biting his lip as his fingertips slide between your folds. "Fuck" he mutters, feeling how wet you are as he swirls three of his fingers through the wetness, teasing you and collecting what he can. Much to your disappointment he withdraws his hand, admiring how it glistens in the low light.

"Off with those" he points to your boots and pants while he places one finger in his mouth, sucking it clean before moving to the next, and the next. Once you've ripped your clothing off he comes over, gliding his hands up your neck, his thumb rubbing over your throat as he kisses you deeply.

He drops to his knees and you drop your head back against the wall in anticipation of his touch. He surprises you by hoisting you up, showing off his lithe strength as he presses you into the wall, your legs over his shoulders and his lips level with your core.

"I've got you" he says, kissing your inner thigh, "always" he plants another kiss "forever" and another, being vulnerable in the only way he knows how. You graze your fingers over his scalp and do your best to relax, showing him that you trust him. He continues to tease you, kissing everywhere except for where you want him.

"Please" you whine breathlessly, gently scratching at the back of his head.

"Mm hmm" he mutters, keeping you pressed against the wall with his shoulders while his uses his fingers to spread you open, taking in the sight of your clit begging for his tongue. He licks softly, watching you arch and writhe, his tongue working over you and pulling any remaining rage and anger from you. There's nothing he loves more than feeling your wetness spread over his face and hands and his own moans are mixing with yours as he cannot get enough of watching you start to lose it.

You can feel the pressure build with each lick, knowing your release will be coming soon. "You can put me down" you pant out, worried that your impending orgasm will be too much for him to hold you through.

"Absolutely not." he says, pushing you hard into the wall, his tongue working in quick strokes, flicking across your clit while your hands beg for something more to hold on to. He reaches around, scratching his nails up the back of your thigh before pushing two fingers into you. You make no effort to silence your moans as he works you over, sucking your clit while he rapidly thrusts his fingers in and out of you, with his only concern being how much pleasure he can bring you.

It only takes seconds before you are coming undone, your hips moving under their own power, pressing harder into his face as he laps up every drop of you. He lets you glide down the wall before taking you into his arms, knowing full well that there is no way you'll be able to stand after that.

He holds you, placing small kisses all over your face and neck, hands softly exploring your thighs, and pretending that you can't feel his erection pressing against your side.

"How's your rage?" He asks, running his fingers through your hair, loving the feel of you melting into him.

"Better," you mumble, reaching out to drag your finger across his zipper, "but I think there's still some that you need to work out."

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Reader Characters: CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: Kinktober 2021, Oral Sex, Prostitution, Rough Oral Sex, Come Swallowing Summary:

Rex has had a day, he doesn't know why, but now he's in front of you.

Little to no description of reader, fem suggested.

No proofreading, just being a ho with typos

"Room five" the modulated voice chimes in, signaling that your next guest has arrived and are ready for their service.

You give yourself a quick once over in the mirror, smoothing your hair and applying an extra spritz of floral perfume. One more tug on the thick, velvet belt of your robe before exiting your chambers and making your way to meet the man who has paid to spend the next hour doing whatever he wants with you.

"Hi darlin'" you say with a sweet smile as you enter the room, surprised to find the man sitting in the corner chair with the hood still up on his poncho. You take a breath before proceeding, as you're much more used to the over eager type that have their hands on you before the door can even slide shut behind you.

"Is..something wrong?" You ask, letting the sheer, red fabric of your robe slip from your shoulder to reveal the skin below.

"I don't know why I'm here." He says quietly, barely lifting his head. "I've never done anything like this before." You slowly close the distance between the both of you, gracefully gliding to the floor and resting on your knees. "Maybe I should just go..." His voice fades off, making eye contact with you for the first time. His golden brown eyes match the face you've seen hundreds of times before, a clone, but these eyes hold more pain and weariness than you've seen in any of the others. He slides his hood off, revealing light, golden hair and his acceptance that he's not going anywhere.

"I don't know what to do." He admits, averting his gaze, his attention stopping at your breasts peeking through the soft robe. You let your robe drop further, exposing more skin and letting him take in the view of your nipples hardening as they meet the cool air. He runs the tip of his tongue across his lips before returning his eyes to yours, looking expectantly.

"I suspect you could use a distraction," you say, bringing yourself closer, pressing your bare torso between his knees, noting how his breathing has sped up, "and if you'll let me, I am more than happy to provide one." Your hands work at the belt of your robe, pulling it and the remainder of the sheer fabric from your body.

"Yes. Yes, ma'am I will" His breath catches as his fingers grip the arms of the chair.

You drag your fingertips along his thighs, using your nails to lightly scratch, enjoying the feeling of his muscles reacting to your touch. You reach forward, cupping his chin and bringing his face closer and pressing your lips to his. A soft kiss turns firmer and hungrier as you push your tongue past his teeth, satisfied that his is reaching out for you too. His hand snakes around the back of your neck, pulling himself to the edge of the chair letting you feel him starting to harden against your chest. The slightest moan escapes from his mouth to yours as you press yourself more firmly against him.

One hand stays firmly against the back of your neck while the other glides down your body, marveling at the silky feel of your skin before letting his thumb lightly graze your nipple. He lets out a small gasp as you pull away, pushing his shoulders back into the chair. His questioning look turns to one of pleasure as you reach out, palming him through the light fabric of his pants, your skilled fingers slipping the zipper down. Your hand quickly finds its way to his growing length, stroking him firmly as you pull him out. He rests his head back against the chair, melting into the sensation of being touched by someone other than himself.

You keep a firm grip on the base of his cock while you take as much as you can into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him, enjoying his taste. Keeping a slow pace, your thumb rubbing against the underside of him while you suck gently, easing him through his pleasure. Your eyes meet his and you proudly watch his roll back as you push him deep into your throat, using your elbows to keep his hips still.

Quiet curses pass his lips as your pace quickens, saliva moistening every inch of him letting your hand pump his length while your lips and tongue focus on the tip.

He finally loses his grip of the chair, both hands reaching for you and gently cupping the sides of your face before sliding back and tangling his fingers in your hair.

"You are magical" he chuckles, his breath ragged and fingers gripping your head a bit harder.

You suck hard, pulling your mouth from his cock with a pop. "Just you wait." You smirk, reaching between your legs to gather your own slickness and swiping a bit across his bottom lip before using it to work across him so your hand can work a feverish pace. "Use me." You gasp as you feel him inching his hips back towards your mouth and his grip tightening on your head. "Please, use me, my mouth is yours" he waits a beat before he gives a small nod, bringing your mouth back to him and thrusting his hips up, pushing his cock until it taps the back of your throat.

Your moans as he fills your mouth over and over deepen his pleasure and watching this man leave his pain and restraint behind has you more turned on than any client has managed in ages. You use one hand to slide inside his shirt, needing to feel more of him, your fingertips finding his chest and lightly circle his nipple, pleased as his back arches and he pushes further into your throat, testing your gag reflex. You moan louder in encouragement, wanting to watch him come completely undone. He cannot take his eyes off of you, watching as you find new ways to pleasure him with each thrust. Your hands work him over filling the space that your mouth can't take, your own strokes getting as frantic as his thrusts as tears slip from your eyes.

"Fuck, I'm close" he stutters, his fucking of your throat becoming relentless, being further spurred on by your moans and your hips writhing and squeezing, trying to find their own touch. His hands are gripping so tightly that you're certain you'll be feeling the bruising for days to come, and you were delighted by that. He pushes his cock harshly into your mouth, punctuated by his own moans as you feel the warmth and fullness of his release filling your throat. You swallow with each spurt, taking everything he gives you.

His grip loosens and you can see the look of panic across his face, concern that he may have hurt you as his thumbs reach up to wipe your tears. You ease his fears by climbing in his lap and kissing him hard, allowing you both to taste the mix of yourselves in each others mouths. You spread your legs further, attempting to grind down on his thigh while you nip at his lip.

He stands up, displaying just how strong he is by keeping you in place wrapped around him before playfully tossing you onto the bed you have both largely ignored thus far.

"Don't worry, I am still in need of distraction." He smirks, watching your legs fall open, a gift waiting for him. He sheds his clothes and any lingering insecurity before climbing onto the bed and burying his head between your thighs.

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i miss writing, going to use the kinktober list from @the-purity-pen to shake off the dust

i plan on doing some short bits for days 1-15 tonight and will cross post with a03