#sorry y'all have a narrow view of sex

[the-everqueen]

i think my pinned post summarizes the issue fairly succinctly, pero...it makes me so so uncomfortable when fandom et large decides that a dark-skinned black woman or a distinctly "ethnic" woman is a sex-repulsed aroace lesbian. not because there aren't black and brown women who identify that way, and not because i don't support them or diverse headcanons around a character's sexuality. but because when a lot of people automatically categorize a racialized Other as above/beyond/disgusted by sex, esp. when they otherwise intensely talk about white mlm or light-skinned queer ships as being sexual and romantic, it feels like the message (unintentional or not) is, "black and brown women are not worthy of love or romance. black and brown women need to be Untouchable in order to be acceptable. black and brown women do not warrant devotion or physical intimacy or narratives outside of pain." so many black female characters get labeled aroace in order to remove them as a "threat" to the primary white mlm ship. so many characters coded as brown get labeled as "platonic" partners. oh, fandom will say they're codependent with a male character, but then insist in the same breath that the two characters could NEVER feel romantic or sexual attraction, could NEVER be something besides friends. and i see this primarily from white fans, which is why i want them to consider what impulses led them to these conclusions. you don't have to "ship" the characters, you don't have to subscribe to the same textual readings. but why are you so insistent that yours is the ONLY one?

[book-of-baba-fett]

Illicit Affairs - Chapter 10

Previous Chapter

Rex and Talia sneak away for some much deserved privacy. It's a chance for them to better explore parts of the other, but stresses from the outside still linger beneath the surface.

Warnings: SMUT, bondage, general discussion of kinks, oral sex, PIV, sex toys, inappropriate use of the Force, edging, mentions of past attempted sexual assault (nothing happened but still wanted to list as a potential warning), PTSD nightmare A/N: Y'all, I am so so SORRY for the delay on this chapter. Life just got in the way, and I had a bout of writer's block. Special thanks as always to the amazing, @galacticgraffiti for beta reading and just in general being a fantastic human. Also, thanks for lending a few lines from your beautiful Mando'a lullaby. As always, likes, reblogs, and replies are so SO appreciated.

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“So, I might have gone overboard…” Talia said as Rex walked through the door of the hotel room, his helmet tucked under his arm. It had been easier than expected to get away from the base, he was off duty for the evening and none of his men seemed to question him heading out. Talia had sent him the coordinates for the hotel located in a surprisingly nice part of the upper levels, the room itself was small and they didn’t have a remarkable view by any sorts, but Rex didn’t care about that part. The room itself wasn’t what Talia was referring to, as she placed a bag on the tiny table for two in the room, her cheeks flushing furiously pink.

Rex prowled over, setting his helmet on the table, and reached into the bag. The first thing he pulled out were a pair of blue, fuzzy binders. Biting his lip to hold back his laughter, he held them up, while gesturing to the pair he had on his utility belt, “You know I carry a much better set of these on me, right?”

“Nope, did not think of that,” Talia murmured, her fingers fiddling with her necklace.

“Is this…something you really want to try?” Rex asked, his eyes narrowed the binders then flicking back up to Talia, who bit her lip and nodded.

“Yeah, I think it would be really hot,” she blurted out, her voice pitching high. Rex chuckled lowly at her nervousness but couldn’t ignore the way his dick twitched beneath his codpiece at the image that flicked through his mind of her strapped to the bed by binders, something he had never tried. Digging back into the bag, Talia wasn’t kidding when she said she went overboard; Rex didn’t know what half the stuff she grabbed was,

“What brought this on?” Rex asked, trying to hold back his laughter as he pulled out a bright pink package labeled as ‘edible underwear’.

“I don’t know, I just thought that since we were alone, we could experiment a bit,” Talia exhaled, her words spitting out rapidly. “I picked out just a bunch of random stuff, we don’t have to try all of it, or any of it if it’s not what you like-“

“Hey, hey, slow down,” Rex soothed, grabbing her hands, and pulling her towards him. He sat down on a chair, tugged her onto his lap and kissed her on the cheek. “Why don’t we start with what you want to try.”

“I’m serious about the binders, I’ve heard it can be fun,” She replied, “But only if you want to.”

“I do too” Rex admitted quickly, hesitating before the next part; he had never been so candid about sex before. “Do you want a safe word?”

“Safe word? How rough are you going to get with me, Captain?” Talia retorted, her eyes glinting deviously.

“Well, I won’t hit you; I know some people like that but it’s not my thing,” Rex said quickly. He looked back over Talia, sliding his hand down her back, and squeezing her behind, “Well maybe your ass, but that’s it.”

Talia giggled, propping herself and lifting one of her legs so she could straddle Rex on the chair, cupping her hands around his jaw. She dipped her head down, kissing him on the lips, her tongue peeking through to meet his, before she pulled back, arching her brow teasingly. “How about we use colors for safe words? Also, I’m ok with some dirty talk, like name calling, if you are.”

“Oh really?” Rex replied, looked up at her with heavy lidded eyes and a smirk on his lips. He let outa slight hiss as Talia rotated her hips against him, slowly grinding along his codpiece. “I thought you liked being my princess?”

“I do; but I also wouldn’t mind being your little slut,” Talia purred in a low tone, capturing his lips again, lightly nipping along them as Rex groaned. His hands tugged on the lower wrappings of her tunic, unwinding the grey fabric, and slipping it off Talia’s shoulders, revealing the lace bra she had beneath it. His palms covered her breasts, squeezing them as Talia continued to grind against him, sweet sighs leaving her mouth from the pressure against her core. His hands slipped to her back, unclasping the bra and as soon as it was tossed across the room, Rex lowered his head to take one into his mouth, his palm cupping what didn’t fit as his tongue circled over her budded nipple as Talia whimpered above him.

“Oooh…daddy,” Talia sighed. Rex couldn’t hold back his snort of laughter as he pulled back, fixing Talia with a curious glance.

“Sorry, not really into that one,” he teased, still massaging her breast with his hands.

“Eh, me neither now that I said it; worth a try anyway,” She chuckled before dipping her head back down, kissing Rex passionately as his hands worked on her breasts, her hips rotating against his armored body.

“Why don’t we take this to the bed?” Rex groaned out, his eyes filled with lust as they roved over Talia’s chest, his fingers tweaking her nipples. Talia nodded quickly, her arms wrapping around Rex’s throats as she took another kiss, hungrily sealing his lips with her own. Rex stood from the chair, Talia’s legs wrapping around his waist as he made his way to the bed, tossing Talia down on it once they made it. His hands drifted to the waistband of her leggings, peeling them off and dropping them on the ground at the foot of the bed. Rex reached for his pants, his fingers latching around the waistband, but he halted, and pushed himself up.

“Is something wrong?” Talia asked, propping herself up on her elbows as Rex stepped back.

“Nothing at all, mesh’la,” Rex replied, grabbing the bag on the table and digging through it. “I just figured since you brought all of this we might as well use some of it.”

Reaching into the bag, Rex grabbed out a thin, black slip of cloth when a little package caught his eye. Pulling it up, the packaging read “wearable vibrator” and had a little remote connected.  Smirking, Rex tore open the package, taking out a small round device and the paired remote. Rex prowled back to the bed, his items in hand as he crawled over Talia. He gripped her waist and pushed her up the bed. He planted a kiss on her lips and slid his hands up her arms, gripping her wrists and bringing them together. He held them together in one hand while his other released the pair of binders from his belt.

“Color?” Rex asked as he opened the binder.

“Green,” Talia answered quickly. Rex attached the binder around her wrist, looped it through the headboard and clasped it around her other so her hands were bound over her head.

“Not too tight?” Rex clarified, to which Talia shook her head, rattling her wrists around for show. Rex smirked and planted a kiss over her forehead, his lips lingering over her skin as he moved down her body, He was careful not to touch her too directly, the closest contact to her skin was little exhales of air as he took in the perfection splayed out all for him. Talia’s breath hitched in anticipation, already pulling on the restraints as Rex’s fingers toyed with the edge of her panties. Rex chucked lowly, lifting the round purple vibrator, and sliding it beneath the hemline of her panties. He clicked the remote on its lowest setting, letting the toy vibrate over her soft pelvic skin. Talia shuddered from the preview, watching the bump from the toy as it buzzed, much too far from her most sensitive point. Rex turned it off and slid it down toher clit, the panties keeping it in place as his hand left her. Talia watched him with round hungry eyes, the black of her pupils overtaking the blue of her eyes as a flush settled over her cheeks and the peaks of her breasts.

Warmth raged within Rex, every muscle in his body taut beneath the layers of fabric and plastoid caging him in as he took in the woman beneath him. His heart thudded every second he looked at her, so loud he was paranoid she might hear. Sometimes he wondered if everything that ever happened between them was some injury related hallucination, and that he would wake up one day again on that deserted planet and find out it was all in his head. What else could explain the beautiful sight in front of him? Of a woman, this jewel of a woman, staring at him with lust filled eyes, her body bared as a gift to give him all she had to offer. What better way to accept a gift than to give all he had back?

Rex leaned back down over her, his gloved hands lacing through the roots of her hair; he couldn’t help the way his heart leapt once he realized she started wearing it down more after he mentioned how much he liked it. His lips trailed over her cheeks, up over her nose and caressing the pale scar that still lingered there, down to her lips that he captured in an open mouth kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth and tasting her.

***

Talia pressed her head towards Rex as much as she could to meet his kiss, already cursing the binders around her wrists for keeping her hands from brushing over the buzzed blond hair on his head. But that only drove her ache for him higher, his inaccessibility making her want him even more; eager for him to take her in any way. The round toy rubbed against her clit as her hips squirmed, the light contact a reminder of its presence and a reminder of what it could do. Rex pulled back from the kiss, a thin trail of spit connecting their lips. He tucked a hair behind her ear before reaching back to his belt, where the satin slip of fabric lay.

“Are you sure about this?” Rex asked, his voice low as he scanned Talia’s face, tilting her chin up to face him.

Talia gulped and nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. Rex smirked at her; his form huge in comparison to her as he leaned over her on the bed, his full kit still on while Talia lay exposed except for the pair of panties she wore.

“That’s my girl,” he purred lowly before pecking her lips. He pulled back, fixing her with one last smirk before he lowered the blindfold over her eyes. Talia’s skin prickled as darkness took over her, was she imagining Rex’s eyes on spots of her body, or could she really feel his probing stare? The bed shifted, a creak in the mattress as Rex moved, his booted footsteps on the ground circling the mattress. Talia squirmed, trying to relieve the blazing warmth inside of her.

“Stay still,” Rex ordered, his authoritative tone sending chills down her spine; it was a voice she had heard him use in command all the time but felt so much different in this scenario. Her heart pounded in her head as she waited for Rex’s first move; her ears tuning in for any signs of rustling movement in the room, but Rex seemed to be still.

Buzz

Talia sighed out as the toy turned on, vibrating over her aching clit. Her head fell back into the pillows as it buzzed over her on the lowest setting, its low hum the only sound mingling with her breaths. And while the low setting felt nice, Talia didn’t want nice. It was too low, annoyingly so - not enough to get her to a release. So she lifted her leg to cross over her thigh to provide more friction, only for strong hands to grip her ankles.

“Uh-Uh,” Rex chided, his teasingly low. “Keep your feet planted on the bed.” Talia forced a frown but felt her pussy clench at the image in her head of Rex standing at the foot of the bed, watching her as the vibrator teased her clit, her legs spread wide open for him to watch. She listened to his command, keeping her legs apart, though her hips couldn’t help but rotate.

“That’s a good girl,” Rex praised, the smirk evident in his tone. Without another word, the toy buzzed harsher, vibrating against Talia’s clit with new vigor. She moaned, her hands pulling against the binders as her body arched on the bed. She had to fight to keep her feet planted on the bed, a tough battle as her legs quaked. Biting her lip, Talia tried to force herself to relax into it, the harsh buzz of the toy mixed with the eroticism of the scene already building an orgasm in her restrained body. Her breaths left her lips in whines as she struggled to keep her legs upright from the crescendoing pleasure about to break free in her body; it was about to crash, just another second and-

Silence. The toy turned off and Talia couldn’t hold back her sputtering breaths of indignation as her almost-orgasm faded away. She couldn’t even be embarrassed by the whine leaving her lips as she called, “Rex!”

“Oh, cyar’ika; did you want to cum?” Rex’s voice murmured in her ear, making Talia jerk in surprise; how had she not noticed him prowling to her side? Rex chuckled lowly, his hot breath fanning against her neck before his lips ghosted along her soft skin, stopping at a spot that would normally be covered by her tunic where he marked her skin with a love bite. Pulling his lips away with a pop, the cool air of the room met the wet spot Rex’s lips had left. “You’ll have to be a little bit more patient for me, mesh’la.”

“I didn’t know you could be so cruel,” Talia huffed, rattling the binders on her wrist. She wanted to test Rex, see how far he would go with this, or call him on his bluff. Rex was still beside her, and she tried to calm the blood rushing through her head to gather a read on his mindset; but Rex felt miles away with how he was avoiding her probes.

Two fingers pinched around her nipple, applying a pressure that tingled through Talia’s spine as Rex squeezed. She yelped, surprised by the sudden contact, only for her shout to turn into a low moan as Rex clicked the toy back on. Rex’s fingers released their pressure on her nipple, blood flowing back into the raised nub as Rex’s tongue met it, sliding over it in soothing circles. As Talia sighed into his ministrations, she was caught off guard again as he pinched the other nipple, gently twisting it in his fingers.

“Fucking love your tits,” Rex growled as he released the swollen nipple from his mouth, blowing cool air from his mouth over the sensitive bud. He squeezed the breast with his palm as his mouth lowered to the other, sucking on her as Talia writhed beneath him. Her walls clenched around nothing, the buzz of the toy on her clit was just teasing her, wetness slicking her cunt as it begged for more. But Rex’s attention was focused on her chest, tweaking, and squeezing one nipple while his mouth worshiped the other; switching between the two as he deemed fit. Talia’s breath canted higher in pitch, the sensations taking over her core and tingling from her clit seizing her body.

“Rex…please,” she whimpered, her head tilted to the side.

“Mmhm?” Rex murmured, toying with her nipple with his teeth, an action that earned a wanton sigh as Talia continued pleading.

“I-I’m so close,” Talia panted out.

“Hmmm, I think you are,” Rex lulled, planting a kiss over the swell of her heaving breast as she shuddered. His tongue ran along the soft flesh before returning to the nipple as he circled and flicked over it. Talia signed, thinking he was about to grant her relief, when Rex pulled his head back and turned off the toy again.

“Fuck!” Talia cursed in resigned irritation as Rex chuckled. Once again, the pressure building in her body faded out. Talia felt on fire, her body flushed from being so worked up. She was sure her nipples were swollen, feeling delightfully raw from Rex’s attention.

“Color?” Rex asked, his tone smug but still a layer of softness in there.

“Green,” Talia panted out, not even trying to hide the neediness dripping in her tone.

“Good girl,” Rex murmured as he pressed up on the mattress, the bed still dipped next to her so Talia assumed he was kneeling. She heard a release of straps and the sound of plastoid hitting the floor, making her straighten in anticipation. “Open wide for me.”

Talia’s lips parted widely at Rex’s tone, met seconds later by the thick head of his cock tracing them before slipping in her mouth, salty drops of precum meeting her tongue. Rex sighed in relief, his knees shifting on the bed next to her head as he kneeled next to her. Talia’s lips closed around him, her tongue darting at his head as she sucked his cock.

“F-fuck if only you could see yourself right now,” Rex groaned, his hand reaching to the back of Talia’s head to help her as she hungrily bobbed up and down on his cock, her own denied releases driving a lust in her, a need to make him feel good. Rex’s hips gently thrusted into her mouth in smooth strokes, his voice gravelly as he praised her. “Such a pretty little slut, all for me.”

Talia groaned at his words, a curse of approval leaving Rex’s lips from the vibration around his length. The blindfold numbed her sense to her favorite parts about going down on Rex, but the image in her head of his contorted face, with sweat beading on his forehead as his cocked pumped in and out of her mouth drove her to suck him off with additional fervor. The bend on her neck was slightly uncomfortable, but she didn’t mind; she just focused on his spit slickened cock sliding in and out of her rounded lips, bumping into the back of her throat. She felt the headboard move; Rex must be gripping it to keep steady, she could feel his presence looming closer as if leaning over her partially as his pace grew sloppier and his breath heavier. As Talia focused on him, helping him get to that release, the toy on her clit buzzed again. With Rex’s cock in her mouth, Talia unleashed a guttural groan from the sudden jolt of pleasure. Her neck fell back, only to be held back up by Rex’s hands gripping her hair. Her hips grinded against the air, the toy being set at a higher setting than before already pushing Talia to the brink she was left at from her two almost-orgasms.

“Gonna make you cum with my cock in your mouth,” Rex grunted out, his voice strained and heavy pants in between his thrusts. Talia could only gurgle in response, heat washing over her body. Her legs tensed, bending in as her cunt clenched around nothing, unable to moan in ecstasy with Rex’s cock stuffing her mouth. Rex grunted loudly, thrusting deep into her slackened mouth, Talia’s nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base of his cock as he spilled his cum down her throat.

Once his breathing steadied, Rex slipped his cock out of Talia’s mouth and crouched over, murmuring praises of how perfect she had been, how well she had done for him. Talia could only whimper in response, her leg twitching from over stimulation as the vibrator still ran. Rex muttered an apology as he switched it off, his body lying next to Talia on the bed, the cool of his plastoid soothing against her flaming skin. As her heartbeat settled, Rex’s lips pecked over her forehead, his hands brushing up and down her body in calming movements.

“What’s your color, mesh’la?” Rex asked softly, his thumb brushing circles over the apple of Talia’s cheek.

“Green,” Talia sighed out, an almost serene calm coming over her after her orgasm.

“So perfect,” Rex praised in a low tone, his lips meeting her in a passionate kiss, the grooves of his plastoid sticking to her skin as he pressed into her. Talia moaned into his mouth, the round bump of the toy keeping a slight friction over her clit that kept her aroused, even so soon after an orgasm. Her cunt felt empty, having been so teased by the stimulation but having nothing inside her was driving her mad, an itch that wasn’t yet scratched.

“Rex, if you don’t get over here and fuck me soon-“

“Oh, I don’t think I’m quite there yet,” Rex chuckled against her; Talia could feel the curve of his lips against her skin. Talia huffed in annoyance, earning a nip against her earlobe as Rex started pressing kisses down the skin of her neck. He pushed himself up, so he was above Talia, his armored body caging her in. His lips trailed down her chest, taking extra care over the tender skin on her breasts has his tongue circled over the sensitive nipples. Talia shivered as her body squirmed from this new assault, not as demanding as Rex’s first attentions, but still just as torturous for her body. The breath from Rex’s lips fanned against her hip bone, her legs automatically spreading wider on the bed to allow him access. “Look at you, so ready for me, such a good girl.”

Talia didn’t think her cheeks would ever pale from the amount they had blushed in just one night, every word from Rex’s mouth plucking the right strings. And he knew it too, his cockiness radiating off him as he kissed along her inner thighs, the stubble on his chin grazing along her skin and sending tingles up her spine. She felt the hot air leaving his mouth in a heavy exhale as he settled over her core, a slight groan escaping.

“You’re soaking,” he observed, awe in his voice as he lifted one of her legs to rest over his shoulder. Talia’s heart fluttered, her clit throbbing once more in anticipation of his warm tongue meeting it. All Rex had to do was peel off her panties that must have had a damp mark on them, get rid of the vibrator and she would have her sweet relief.

But instead of freeing her, Rex clicked the toy on again, Talia moaning and pulling at the binders as her body jolted. The low buzz was joined in the air by Rex’s appreciative hum as he hovered over her, his hand gripping the plush of her thigh. Once again, Talia’s hips tried to grind against nothing, but his grip held her steady. The teasing vibration against her sensitive clit was both too much and not enough; her body built up to the precipice of another orgasm, but it didn’t provide the jump of power needed to get her there, just coasting her body along that line. And the closer she got, Rex pulled back away again, his own desire being driven by watching her almost hit the wall of pleasure just to be denied. He fell into a cycle of teasing and edging her, his lips ghosting along her trembling thighs after each denial. Talia didn’t think she could be more strung out, her body on a thin wire and her mind frayed, when Rex’s comm went off.

He ignored it on the first set of chimes, groaning in annoyance into the flesh of Talia’s thigh. But as the beeps continued to sigh, he lifted Talia’s leg off his shoulder and pressed away. Talia’s head fell back, her wrists tugging against the headboard in confused exasperation.

“Rex; you can’t answer that!” She hissed.

“It could be important,” Rex replied, his voice strained in resignation, but his movements halted. Talia could hear him steadying his breath, the comm still sounding; if she weren’t so frustrated, she would have felt good by how worked up he was when she hadn’t laid a hand on him. She knew this was driving him as crazy as it were her, but even in her horniness she knew there was truth that Rex couldn’t just ignore calls, even if they threatened what little alone time they had.

“You should get it,” she said, trying to keep her tone light, something proving tough as she was still bare and tied to the bed in front of her, her clit throbbing from the last denied orgasm. Even in annoyance she couldn’t deny the eroticism, of Rex having to answer a com while she was naked next to him, unbeknownst to whoever was on the other end. Something Rex no doubt felt too, as he cleared his throat and cocked his head to listen to the low buzz of the toy.

“Color?”

“Green,” Talia sighed out, quickly pressing her lips together after; the toy wasn’t high enough to get her off, just enough to tease her while Rex stepped into the entryway of the hotel room to speak with whoever needed him.

Rex sounded clipped and irritated as he picked up the comm, but still maintained an almost frustrating level of professionalism given the circumstances. The vibrator hummed against Talia’s clit, any nosiness she had towards Rex’s call gone as she relaxed into the layer of bliss it provided her. She allowed her legs to spread wider, hoping Rex would still have his eyes on her, that if she splayed herself out for him, he would be more eager to end the call. But whoever it was really testing his patience as he sighed, answering them. Talia leaned back in the bed, accepting that she would have to wait longer to get off again, just this time it wasn’t due to any games by Rex. In her resignation, her thoughts settled, and even with the blindfold on she could practically see Rex standing near the entrance to the small hotel room, leaning against the wall facing away from her; he must have felt it was necessary to pay attention to the comm.

“…Commander Fox says we’re missing the proper clearances for these weapon stockpiles,” a clone’s voice reached Talia’s ears, slightly distorted through the communicator.

“It’s the same as every other order, Fives, it shouldn’t be an issue,” Rex gritted back, frustration palpable in his tone.

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you, Sir, maybe you just weren’t as careful when finishing up this morning,  you did seem in a bit of a rush to head out-“

“They’re fine, they’re the same as they always are; Fox must need his eyes checked,” Rex gritted out, and Talia had to quickly cut off the giggle that escaped her lips. That earned her a harsh, sudden burst from the vibrator before Rex returned it to its previous setting; oh, so he was paying attention. Interesting.

Talia grinned to herself as she reached out further with the Force, her mind visualizing Rex. Her thoughts focused on his energy, particularly on his lower body where a lot of tension seemed to be taking over. Testing out what she could do, she slowly caressed over his bulge as she reached out with the Force, applying the slightest amount of pressure. Whatever Rex was saying to Fives stuttered for a moment, but he continued otherwise unbothered; she would have to be bolder to make him realize it was her. She focused more directly on the semi-hardness pressing against his blacks. Poor Rex must be so uncomfortable, she just wanted to relieve that pressure for him. From her binders, her hands acted out the motions of cupping and squeezing over his aching cock so she could manipulate it through the force.

“Look if there’s really an issue you have my permission to forge my credentials and-“ Rex coughed out as he felt the invisible grip of Talia’s hands over his cock. Talia forced a serene and ignorant look on her face as she was sure Rex’s head snapped to her.

“Everything ok, sir?”

“Yeah u-hh uh. Yes,” Rex stuttered out, Talia’s Force grip still toying with him. “Things are just a bit…tied up at the moment.”

“Yeah right, I know you’re not kinky enough for that,” Fives clipped reply came back and it took everything in Talia not to burst out laughing. “Anyway, thanks for picking up- Jesse bet me you wouldn’t. I’ll give you the rest of your night back.”

“Wait, what about the-“

“Oh, the orders are fine,” Fives responded, a slight round of snickering behind him on the line. Rex exhaled exasperatedly, his hand rubbing on his forehead as Talia stroked him again. Fives, blissfully unaware of what was truly going on at the other end of the call, said his last farewell, “Enjoy your night off, Captain!”

The comm went silent and Rex sighed, pushing himself off the wall. Talia hummed thoughtfully to herself, as if she had no idea what had just happened.

“That…” Rex started his tone low as his boots weighed heavy with each step he took towards the bed. “Was not a nice trick.”

“What do you mean?” Talia responded with faux innocence dripping sweetly from her voice, a smirk plastered on her face as she used the Force to tug along Rex’s cock. He cursed, his hands meeting the end of the bed as he fisted the covers. Talia eased up, and Rex crawled onto the bed, his body hovering over hers.

“You wanted to be tied up so badly but here you can’t keep your hands off me even when you’re supposed to.”

“I just want to make you feel good, Captain,” she responded, spreading her legs wider so her knees rested on the outside of Rex’s hips.

“So sweet of you,” he murmured, pressing his face closer to hers so she could feel his breath on her skin. Desire coursed through her, her heart that had not rested since the binders were first brought out racing a mile a minute. She sighed as he pressed his lips to her cheek, trailing down to her jawline and mouthing along her skin. She tested his limits again, stroking his cock with the Force as he groaned against her. Rex kicked the frequency of the toy up again, Talia’s head bending backwards as she moaned in pleasure. His lips traveled to the now exposed expanse of her neck, softly sucking on the skin there.

“Thought we said not to leave any more visible marks, oh,” Talia teased, her voice pitching into a whimper as the toy buzzed harder against her already punished clit.

“Brought some bacta just in case,” Rex answered hoarsely against her, his hand sliding to grip her breast.

“Hmm, guess I’m not the only one who came prepared,” Talia sighed as Rex kissed down her body, returning to hover over her core where he had been before they were so rudely interrupted. The toy still hummed, a presence her body was growing accustomed to; she would have thought it would have numbed her body to pleasure after this amount of time, but all it did was drive up her need. The constant flow of blood to her core pushed her to her brink, her most sensitive part addicted to the stimulation. Her arousal dampened the panties she wore, the fabric sticking to the lips of her cunt. She was exhausted yet burning with revived energy at Rex’s caresses of her skin. He pressed his lips to where her thigh met her hip, prickling new jolts of electricity as she felt his breath on her. Rex groaned as he slipped her panties to the side, careful not to jostle the vibrator out of position, and probed two fingers around her folds. Talia squirmed, so sensitive yet craving his thick digits as they circled her entrance. Thrumming with anticipation, she tried to force her body to still, attempting to calm her thunderous heartbeat as she waited any second for Rex’s fingers to plunge into her.

“Mesh’la,” He started, his voice husky with lust but laced with something like trepidation. “Is everything alright?”

“Great, would be better with you inside me,” Talia grunted out, attempting to angle her hips so his fingers entered her, but Rex only chuckled in disbelief and pulled his hand back.

“Talia; you’re making things float.”

“What?” Talia snapped her head up, and with her sudden attention dull thuds echoed around the bed. “I’ve never done that before…at least not in this kind of situation.”

“You’ve never been this active with the Force in bed,” Rex observed, still sliding his fingers through her swollen lips.

“Usually, we’re trying to not get caught; I’m just a bit more relaxed right now I guess,” she pondered; she didn’t want to spend too much time thinking on it, she just wanted to do whatever she could to get Rex to fuck her. Then, realization dawned on her, a way to get Rex to give her what she wanted.

“Grab my hand,” Talia ordered, clanking her wrists against the binders. Rex’s fingers stilled as they rubbed along her pussy.

“Thought I was the one in charge here?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Trust me, I want to try something.”

Rex stood his ground for a moment but pushed himself up. His hand remained in her drenched lips, the other coming up to meet one of her bonded hands. Once his palm joined hers, Talia sighed from the gentleness of the skin-on-skin contact, almost forgetting what she wanted to do in the moment. She clasped her hand around his and cleared her thoughts, only focusing on her racing heart, the hum of the vibrator between her legs, how good Rex’s fingers felt as they slid in her folds, how sensitive she was to his touch, how much she wanted him.

Rex groaned out; a wanton, needy sound filling the air. His sweat-dampened forehead rested against Talia’s as he panted, his voice hoarse, “Osik, I- is tha-? Are you doing that?”

Talia giggled in response, her moment of cockiness cut off into a whine as Rex thrusted his fingers inside her; his digits thrusting in and out of her with ease due to how slick she was. She gripped his hand tighter, her nails digging into his skin as she finally gained some semblance of relief for her aching walls. Rex’s groan deepened as her connection continued, making him feel how she was feeling. His fingers pumped in and out of her, gathering slick and squelching from how wet she was. With the combination of his dexterous hands, and the never-ending buzz from the toy; Talia was a whimpering, mindless mess beneath him. The only thing tethering her to this plain was her harsh grip on Rex’s hand, her inactive mind only increasing the bond she had created with the Force.

Burning electricity licked from her core all the way up her spine as her body racked with tremors beneath Rex, so close to falling over that cliff of euphoric pleasure. Jolts of white flashed across her darkened vision as Rex’s fingers found a spongey, sensitive part inside her, a shocked, gasping cries leaving her mouth with each bump of his fingers against it. Rex grunted out with her, snatching his hand from hers. Talia clasped her fingers, trying to grip his hand again but he had already slid it to rest on the side of her head, his fingers running through the roots of her hair.

“Now there’s something I want to try,” he rasped out, his low voice striking a chord deep within Talia’s core. All she could do was wordlessly nod, completely at his whim for whatever he wanted.

Rex’s fingers focused on that same spot inside her, sharp bolts of pleasure pulsing through her with each stroke. She couldn’t speak, the only noises leaving her lips were depraved moans as she succumbed to the ecstasy bubbling from deep inside her. Rex’s fingers were relentless, aiming for something inside her, focused on wrenching it from her willing form. This felt deeper than the other orgasms Rex had built her to before; a burning, molten pressure from in her core that numbed her to anything else. Tears dampened the satin over her eyes, barely cooling her flaming cheeks as she was sure her cries turned into a needy scream. The muscles strained in her neck, her back completely arched off the bed as her wrists pulled on the binders. The intense pressure in her core burst, Rex’s hand thrusting through her release as her cunt clenched against his fingers. His strokes slowed as her body slumped to the bed, the vibrator being turned off and pulled off her body along with her drenched panties.

Talia lay back, a dull hum in her ears as her body still twitched, vaguely aware of her soaked thighs pressing together. Rex was pressing kisses to her lips, murmuring her name.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly, adoration filling the low tone of his voice.

“Mm, perfect,” she responded lazily, too blissed out to care about anything else.

“Can you handle one more?” Rex softly cupped her face with his palm, his skin as scorching as Talia knew hers was.

“Yes,” Talia answered, gulping and nodding. She donned a smiling, trying to portray confidence but the words left her mouth desperately as she begged, “No more teasing though; I need you to fuck me.”

Rex’s chuckle rumbled from his chest as he dipped his neck down to peck her lips before he pushed himself up and growled, “Good, ‘cause I can’t wait a second longer.”

Talia hissed when the blunt head of his cock probed at her pussy lips, leaking precum as it nudged her swollen and sensitive clit. Before she could fire at him for the teasing motion, his cock slipped inside her, the wetness from her release letting him glide in with ease as her walls clenched around him. They groaned in unison as Rex bottomed out, the deep ache within Talia finally gaining relief as Rex’s cock filled her in a way she knew only he could.

With his hands in a bruising grip on her waist, Rex set a heavy pace from the start, piercing deep inside Talia with each harsh thrush that shook her body, creaking the bed and clanking her wrists against the binders. Her legs wrapped around his armored hips, the sinful image of him fucking her in almost his full kit while she was tied to the bed was burned into her imagination, the weight of him heavy as he pounded her desperately. He was determined, driven by an innate lust, his own desire to take overpowering him. He slammed Talia’s hips onto his cock as he plunged into her with each harsh thrust, her tits bouncing with each loud slap of flesh meeting flesh. Her name fell from his lips in near reverence, mingling with his cursing grunts and the thud of the headboard against the wall.

Talia was boneless beneath his control, her body thrumming with energy as her breath pitched with each stroke. The grip of his hands, the slap of his hips, his loud grunts, the hardness of his plastoid hitting her skin - it was all so filthy, pushing her to the brink, and too much in her veil of darkness. Her skin was aflame, prickling with the deranged sort of desire where she would have done anything in that moment for the man she was with. She cried out as his thick cock grazed her g-spot, his hands tightening their hold so he could hit the same spot with every stroke. Talia’s mind was shot, a being that just existed for pleasure, but in her fractured state she recognized one last need to satisfy her internal flame.

“Rex,” Talia choked out, her voice rattling with the strength of his thrusts. “Pl-please I need…I need.”

“Hold out j-just a little longer for me, mesh’la,” he grunted in reply, his breath as harsh as his punishing pace.

“I need to see you.”

Rex’s hips faltered; his cock plunged deep inside her when he stopped. Talia felt like sobbing, she didn’t want him to stop, she wanted to be wrecked beyond repair. Before she could voice her dissatisfaction, the satin fabric was torn from her head.

When her eyes adjusted, the sight in front of her pulsed straight to her core; Rex wore an expression of maddened desire, lust hazing over his dark eyes, sweat beading along his brow as his lips parted to allow heavy breaths to slip between them. He looked as wrecked as Talia felt, and with a slight curve of his lips his hands returned to her hips, and he slammed back inside her.

Talia let out a wanton, depraved moan as he bucked into her. Their eyes couldn’t leave the other’s, too locked in their pleasurable trance. She clenched her fist, her nails digging into her own skin in a pain she was numb to. Her body was too frayed from so many denied orgasms, she quaked beneath his heavy, armored body, red marks imprinted on her thighs from the divots of his plastoid. Rex slipped a hand from her hip to press his hand over her abdomen, his thumb circling her clit. Talia unleashed a choked sob from the calloused digit brushing over her clit, tears blurring her vision as she begged Rex not to stop. His teeth bared as he squeezed the flesh of her hip tighter, his pace falling out of rhythm as Talia’s walls spasmed around his length. He grunted out, swearing loudly as hot webs of cum filled her, her own release crashing over her in paralyzing waves. It wasn’t as strong as the one he had wrenched from her moments before, but her senses were so overwhelmed her body slacked, a numbing exhaustion seeping into her pleasantly sore body as she slacked into the bed.

Rex collapsed, his forearm catching him to keep him from crushing Talia and rolled to the side of her. With heavy eyelids, she stared up at the ceiling, tracing the faint paint swirls patterning it, barely registering how damp the comforter fabric was beneath her.

The bed dipped and Rex’s scalding body pressed up to hers; he must have stripped his armor in her dazed moment as he was just in his blacks now. He undid the binders holding her to the bed, massaging her wrists as he lowered them to her body. His lips pressed against her forehead, twirling strands of her hair.

“You’re a mess,” Rex said, a minor hint of praise in his tone. His brown skin dewed from the exertion as he gazed down at her with a corner of his lips raised.

“It’s your fault,” Talia teased back breathily, but she knew he had to be right. Rex leaned down to peck her lips before pushing up and off the bed in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Talia in her still dazed state. Her mind whirring with the absence of thought, she listened to the pouring stream of water from the faucet in the bathroom before Rex’s arms slipped underneath her, lifting her off the bed to carry her into the bathroom. Sweet aromas of citrus and lavender reached her nose as she rested in his arms.

The tub was still filling up, bubbles drifting to the surface as Rex deposited Talia in the warm water that soothed her skin. Rex pushed up to walk toward the door when Talia used the Force to swing it shut again, keeping him in the room.

“You’re not leaving me alone here, are you?” She teased as she leaned back in the tub. “It’s quite deep - who knows, I might slip in.”

Rex shook his head with a grin as Talia slid deeper in the water for emphasis, but he reached behind his neck and tugged off his shirt. Talia propped herself back up as he changed, propping her elbows at the edge of the tub to teasingly watch him undress. She scooted forward as Rex sunk in behind her, sighing from the comfort of the water.

After washing up, they lay still in the warm water, Talia’s back against Rex’s broad chest, his arms wrapped around her, rubbing soothing circles on her skin with his thumbs. A deep contentment settled over them, the heat from the tub seeping into and relaxing their tense muscles. The bubbles slowly melted into the water, leaving a frothy surface swirling around them, soft billows of steam still rising from the tub.

“I was thinking about Anakin,” Talia said suddenly, her lips frowning.

“Not exactly what I wanted to hear right now,” Rex responded bluntly. Talia’s face scrunched up in mock disgust as she splashed back right now.

“Ew, not like that; he’s like my brother,” Talia said, adding a gag for emphasis. “Albeit a brother who tends to get on my nerves a lot.”

“They tend to do that,” Rex added with a huff of laughter. He ran his hand along Talia’s arm, brushing up and down. “What about him?”

“I’m worried about him,” Talia started, her frown back in place. “He hasn’t been…right, since Ahsoka left. He’s just been shutting himself in his room. I was thinking, maybe you invite him out with the boys some night while you’re on leave? Try and distract him?”

“I’ll see; the boys have been hounding me to go out with them anyways,” Rex answered with a sigh. His lips pecked down on the back of her head as he whispered, “I’ve just been occupied otherwise.”

“Oh, if it’s a problem you can just head out, I’ll take the room to myself then?” Talia teased, flipping her head back so she could look Rex in the eye and shoot him a smile. Rex shook his head but smirked down at her. Talia gazed up at him thoughtfully, biting her lower lip before asking, “How are you doing? With everything with Ahsoka?”

Rex frowned, looking to the far end of the room, and exhaling deeply. “I’m fine. I just- I understand that she was put through a lot, but I think she made a rash decision. And I hope she’s ok.”

He paused before continuing, a small bittersweet smile gracing his face. “You know, I remember when she first showed up on Christophsis. This skinny little thing, not dressed for combat and a bit overconfident. I remember being a bit secretly nervous; what the hell is this kid going to do in a warzone? But soon it was like she had always been there; and she was always one step ahead of me. It’ll be different without her when we ship out.”

Talia gazed up at him, watching the thoughtful expression on his face as he gathered himself and smiled reassuringly at her. “What about you? Everything ok?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Talia asked, but understood Rex was just trying to move the subject along.

“With all of this, what made you want to..experiment a bit more? Not that I’m complaining, it was just, surprising,” Rex observed. Talia faced around, watching the swirls of soapy water in the tub as Rex’s lips caressed the back of her damp head.

Talia hummed to herself then answered, “I don’t know, I just thought it could be fun to branch out a bit.”

“Hmm, I hope I haven’t been disappointing you the other times.”

Talia could feel the slight curve of his lips against the back of her head to know he was teasing. She slapped a hand backwards on his shoulder as she answered, “No, definitely not. But-“

Talia cut herself off, pursing her lips in thought as she considered her words then continued, “I just…know you probably have more experience than I do, and I don’t want to be… boring.”

“Mesh’la, you are far from boring,” Rex lulled, holding her a bit tighter. “And you shouldn’t do anything just because I might want to.”

“No, I really wanted to try that stuff. I just…I don’t know how this kind of thing is supposed to work and I don’t know what you might be used to because we’ve never talked about history,” Talia rattled it off quickly, expelling the words from her tongue like she couldn’t hold them in any longer. In truth, she had been curious for a while about what other people had been in Rex’s life before, whether he was one of those men that found a new girl each leave. But she never really had the courage to ask him, afraid of what the answer might be and what it might mean for their own relationship.

She tilted her head back to Rex, watching his brows furrow as he looked down at her. Rex must have sensed her hesitancy in asking, because his gaze softened and he pecked along her forehead before speaking.

“I’ve had sex with eight women. Most were just hookups at 79s, and if I went back to their place, I never spent the night. There was one early on, who I first slept with, and we hooked up a few times, but that’s the closest thing to a relationship I’ve had.” Rex explained simply. “So, this is all a bit new to me too.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Talia’s lips; she wasn’t one to care about the number of partners Rex may have had, but there was something reassuring about his honesty and openness with her simple insecurities.

“What about you?” Rex asked. When Talia curled a brow at him, he clarified, “I know you haven’t had a relationship, but you said I wasn’t your first time?”

Talia sighed out, pursing her lips as her body slightly tensed. Rex’s hands continued their soothing motions on her skin, easing out the stress that formed. He was about to open his lips, probably to tell her she didn’t have to talk about it when Talia broke the silence.

“I was on a mission as a Padawan when I was seventeen, we had been infiltrating this syndicate and I had been stubborn and went undercover against my Master’s wishes. I had noticed a bunch of younger girls in the club, so I thought I could easily slip in. I got discovered and woke up one morning in a dark room, my vision clouded from whatever drugs had knocked me out, with Force blocking binders on my wrists. Anything I tried to do to escape, I got shocked,” Talia rattled off with ease, like it was easier to say all in one go. She pulled her arm out of Rex’s grasp to lift it out of the water, showing off the faint, lightning like marks that circled her wrists. “That’s how I got these scars. Nothing happened then, but…the way they were talking I understood why there were so many young girls they kept around.

“My Master came to rescue me, but after that I got…scared. Sex in itself isn’t forbidden by the Jedi, but a lot choose to remain celibate. There are a bunch who tend to fool around for a little bit, but I never cared much to explore that. When I got back from that mission, I was scared that something like that could happen again on a mission, and my Master might not always be able to get there in time. I knew that I wouldn’t want my first time to be in a situation like that. So I went to this older Padawan, Jask, this Nautolan with the prettiest indigo skin- “

“Don’t like him,” Rex muttered teasingly, but still a softness to his tone. Talia cracked a smile, appreciating how Rex knew how to break through her rambling confession, how he somehow sensed her need for a little bit of levity. A comforting warmth seeped through her chest as he grabbed her hand in his, massaging out her palms like he did all those moons ago leaving Kadavo.

“Jask was nice about it, I was straightforward with what I was looking for. The sex itself was pretty disappointing, basically just enough to say I did it and I didn’t have much of an urge to do it again,” Talia finished, a grin creeping on her face as he eyed Rex. “That is until I met a certain clone Captain.”

“Oh really? Who would that be?” Rex questioned tauntingly, a smug gleam in his eyes.

“Hmm, I think you might know him…” Talia pondered in fake thought before deadpanning and asking, “Have you ever met Howzer?”

Rex answered by tickling her sides, making her yelp, and splashing water over the edge of the tub until she begged for it to stop. Their laughter faded out as Rex’s arms wrapped around Talia, holding her from squirming too much. The water in the tub had cooled, now a lukewarm with no bubbles left to hide their nude forms beneath the surface.

“What other plans do you have for the evening?” Rex asked, nuzzling her neck with the scruff on his chin, he lips trailing over the marks he had left before.

“I was thinking we could order some room service, maybe see what cheesy holos they have to rent?”

“Let me buy dinner,” Rex stated bluntly, lifting his head from the crook of her neck.

“I don’t mind-“

“You already covered the room, let me take care of the food,” Rex stated, leaving no room for argument as Talia looked into his eyes. She knew he was uncomfortable about the room when Talia mentioned it before, but she had brushed it off as him not approving her using credits she had more questionably taken while undercover on her last mission in the lower levels. But she could tell there was something else bothering him now, something that had him sigh heavily as he leaned back in the tub.

“I just wish…that I could take you out properly,” Rex murmured. “That we didn’t have to hide away in hotel rooms, and that I was able to get you all the things you deserve.”

“Rex; any moment I have alone with you is treasure enough,” Talia assured him leaning up to peck his lips, which curved into a slight smile.

***

Talia was running through the dusty canyon, her muscles aching and sweat dripping down her spine; the scent of smoke lingered in the air, and corpses of clones and villagers littered on the ground. She could hear the remaining survivors cry out to her, begging for her in terror only to be suddenly silenced. Rocks crumbled behind her, and she spun around, her gaze meeting a lone figure donning black.

Maul stood in front of the entrance to a cave set in ruins, some great monument carved out of the deep red rock of the terrain. Wait…a moment ago she had been in the dusty orange cavern exiting the village, now she was surrounded by strange plant life, the red glow from its sun hueing the terrain. Maul watched Talia as she stood still, his tattooed face unreadable as he held out a hand, beckoning her to join him.

Talia’s feet urged her to move forward, stepping on their own accord towards the darkness. The closer she got, the colder she felt, as if ice was trickling down her spine. She forced her feet to halt, digging them into the ground below. Maul stopped in his tracks, turning his head back to her and cocking a brow at her. Her heart racing, she glared defiantly at him, her throat constricted and unable to speak out the cursing words she wanted to say. She flipped around, ready to leave when the red disappeared, and she was back in the orange again.

Maul stood here as well; the more enraged one she had met before. Her feet acted on their own again, holding her in place as he charged her, his red blade striking towards her as her face burned.

***

Rex was a light sleeper; he had to be in the event of a surprise attack or emergency. So when Talia started shaking and whimpering in bed next to him, he woke easily, wrapping his arm around her to calm her down, but gentle enough to avoid abruptly waking her. Her skin was clammy, her face scrunched in discomfort as she still slept.

“Talia, shh,” he murmured, trying to lull her with a calming tone. At the sound of his voice her breath temporarily slowed, so he continued, “It’s just a dream; I’m right here.”

Her whimpering faded, but her face was still troubled. Rex had witnessed many of his brothers deal with the same terrors many times before and had even dealt with it on his own. It still didn’t feel good looking down at her, unable to help more than to try and soothe her.

Talia’s eyes flickered open, a panicked look in her eyes as she clenched the sheets beneath her. Rex pushed closed behind her, unafraid to hold her tighter as she awoke. At first her body tensed, but then she relaxed, rolling over so she could burrow into his chest, her body still tremoring. Rex ran his hand up and down her spine, shushing her sobbing apologies into his chest.

“It’s ok, you’re safe; I’ll protect you,” he soothed, pressing his lips to the top of her head. The multicolored streaks of light from Coruscant filtered through the blinds over them, encasing them in a dim glow as speeder traffic muffled in the background. Talia’s breath calmed, but her arm still wrapped tightly against Rex’s torso.

“Nuhoyi, ad'ika, udesii gar haryc haaise,” Rex sang in a low tone, maintaining his soothing movements on her bare back, caressing the soft plane of her skin. Talia’s grip loosened, her unclenched palm now resting on Rex’s side as he continued, “Haar akaan bana ashi'tuur.”

“You have a nice voice,” Talia murmured groggily, her own voice husky from sleep. Rex brushed her hair out of her face as she rotated her head, resting against his chest so she could hear the steady thud of his heart. Her eyes fluttered closed, allowing a more restful sleep to overtake her as Rex sang his lullaby.

“Gar morut'yc, cu'tayli de irude be gar aliit.”

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Jeep Bang

Iwaizumi x F!reader NSFW

MINORS!! DNI!!

a/n; Ayeee heres my second Iwa smut! Slowly but surely getting comfortable writing fics. Also I added "Oakland" because this song is such a vibe! Also just gives me California vibes. Hope yall enjoy!

warnings: car sex, semi public sex, male receiving, rough sex

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You and Iwa finally have a free weekend. Due to midterms, you haven't been to spend time with each other like you usually would. He called you in the middle of the week to tell you that he found this amazing hiking trail with breathtaking views! He was taking you there on Saturday. You were so pumped not only to see your boyfriend but you've been wanting to go on a good hike for some time now.

Saturday morning is here and Iwa is here to pick you up. He gives you a kiss as soon as you jump in his Jeep. "I'm glad you agreed to come on this trip with me." He said as he started down the road. "Of course! You know I've been waiting to go on a good hike lately. Plus I really just need a break from reality for a weekend" He chuckled. "Yes, I'm very much aware, baby girl. Hopefully, you love this trail as much as I do" With his hand gripping on your thigh, y’all start the drive to the trail. The starting point was about an hour away from your apartment. It was a very peaceful drive. Telegraph Ave by Childish Gambino is softly playing in the background. The both of you catching up on the week, talking about midterms, and just enjoying the warm breeze from the drive.

Finally, y'all reach your destination. You both jump out of the car to stretch for a bit. As you bend over to touch your toes, Iwa walks up behind you and smacks you on your ass. "Iwaizumi!" You gasped as you straightened up. "Sorry. I've just missed you recently….and your ass looks great in those leggings." He winked at you as he grabbed the water bottles from the back seat. "Alright let's go before the storm hits later!"

You both head towards the walking path when you hear a CLACKKK!! Lightning had struck across the sky followed by the rumble of the thunder. The next thing you knew, you were completely soaked by the rain. Iwa takes your hand and runs for the car. "Quick! Jump in the back seat. I have some towels back there!" He opens the door as you slide in. He quickly runs around to the other side and hops in. 

Iwa hands you one of his beach towels. "Here you can use this to help dry off." You accept the towel and start rubbing it all over your body. Iwa doing the same with his towel. After you've finished drying what you could, you felt a slight cold chill and you began to shiver. Iwa saw that and responded quickly. "Hey, baby are you cold? Come closer so I can warm you up." He takes your hand and pulls your wet body into his lap. He takes the towel from your hands, using it to wrap you up as he pulls you into his muscular arms.

He rubs you back trying to create friction to keep you warm. Iwa sighed "I didn't even think to check the weather. Ugh, what a Shittykawa move. I'm sorry baby girl.." You let out a heavy breath. "It's alright. I love the rain! Besides being soaking wet, this is pretty relaxing."

 All you could hear was the rain pelting against the window and his light humming. Your head is leaning on his shoulder, staring at his neck. Even from being out in the pouring rain, you can still smell his intoxicating cologne. You inhale deeply. 'Montblanc legend...the Night version.' UGH, he KNOWS what that cologne does to you. Why did he even wear that for a hiking trip? You feel the warmth between your thighs start to grow.

You notice water slowly running down from this dark hair onto his olive-toned skin. You couldn't help but lean towards him and lick the water droplet on his neck.

Iwa stiffened at the sudden moment then relaxed as you continued to suck on his neck. You feel a vibration as you start to nibble on his neck. You know he hates hickies but who told him to wear that cologne? That's his problem for later.

You reposition yourself so your legs are on either side of his thighs. You start to turn back to his neck when he redirects your lips to his. The kiss was soft but very needy. As the thunder clashes outside, Iwa's hot hands are roaming all over your body. His hands traveled from gripping on your thighs, squeezing your plump ass, then pushing your tank top over your head.

Iwa leans in towards your breasts. He licks your left nipple then takes it in his mouth. You moan as he starts to suck on your nipple. You feel his hand tangle in your hair when suddenly your head is yanked backward. Iwa had grabbed a fistful of your hair forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"You left a mark on my neck, didn't you?" Your eyes wander to the very noticeable purple mark on him. You chuckled "There's a possibility." He narrowed his eyes at you. "Ahh I see the brat is back. My baby girl knows better but this brat? I'll have to show her a thing or two."

Next thing you knew, you were choking on Iwa's long meaty cock. He has a firm grip on your hair with one as he guides your mouth on his dick. His other hand is playing with your swollen clit. He then slides two fingers into your wet folds. You let out a moan, vibrating his cock. "Fuck baby. Are you wet just from sucking me off? I know that's not from the rain." He smirks as you gag on him again. He inserts a third finger and begins to pump in and out of you. You can't control your moans now. They're growing louder with each pump. You're on the brink of climaxing when he pulls his fingers out of you. You let out a sigh of frustration as you release his dick from your mouth with a pop. He chuckles. "You're not cumming on my fingers today. Get that ass of yours up here!" He gives your butt a hard smack as he drags you onto his lap.

You pull him into a kiss as he teases your entrance with his cock. He pulls away and looks you in the eye. "Want my dick pretty girl?" "Yes…" You moaned. Iwa smacks your ass again. "Ask correctly." You moan as you felt the sting linger on your plump cheek. "Please fuck me Hajime…" Iwa had a wide grin now. He loves it when you call him by his first name. Especially when you moaned it. "Atta girl." He says as he slams his slick dick into you.

You let a low scream as he begins to rail into you. You immediately grab the oh shit bar because, oh shit, he was really fucking the shit out of you. Your balance with your other hand on his shoulder. He grunts as your nails digs into his shoulder. Both of his hands gripping into your hips. As you bounce on his lap, Iwa takes a nipple into his mouth. "Fuckkk Hajime. I'm gonna cum soon!" He bites your nipple before releasing it. "Go ahead, baby girl. Cum on my dick." He took one hand off your hip and rubbed your swollen bud. This sent electricity through your body. Iwa thrust even faster into you. "HAJIMEEEE" Your slick walls squeezed around Iwa as your orgasm hits you like a brick. 

Iwa still thrusting into you as your walls clench around him. "Fuck y/n! You're so tight right now." He pauses briefly to turn you around so that your back is leaning against his chest. You sink into his chest from exhaustion, feeling his 6 pack raking against your back. He hooks one arm under your thigh while the other hand grazes over your very sensitive bud. You flinch from the overstimulation then moan as he begins to rub your clit. You throw your head back against his shoulder. You feel your orgasm creeping back up. Iwa chuckles as he leans into your ear. "You're about to cum again, aren't you, baby girl?" At a loss for words you just nod your head. "Let me help you then.." 

He removed his hand from your clit. Hooking his arm and lifting your thigh up, he hoists you up some more before slamming his cock into you. He holds you in place as he thrusts up into your cunt at a fast pace. "Fuck baby I'm gonna cum. Cum with me!" He bites into your shoulder. "Oh fuck me! Hajimeeee…!" You scream as you release around his cock for the second time. He thrusts into you a few more times before releasing his hot seed into your womb. You both are breathing heavy as Iwa slowly pulls out of you. You feel his cum slowly pour out of your hole. He sets you down gently on his lap, and reaches over on the seat for the towel. You feel him wipe away the mess you both made in between your thighs. He tosses it aside and grabs a dry towel to wrap you up in. He pulls you in close and kisses your forehead. The rain has stopped by this point but you can still hear thunder. 

"Well so much for our hiking trip. How about we go back to my place? I can run you a hot bath, order some pizza, and watch that Disney movie you love so much." You sigh from exhaustion but shoot him a smile. "Sounds perfect to me…"

[ladyideal]

No Complaints

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1626

Rating: 18+ (if you’re under 18 and still reading this, I’ve already warned ya not to.)

Warnings: haha. Fingering, language, handcuffs, oral sex (female receiving), daddy kink, orgasm denial, 1 sentence of sub/dom

A/n: First smut? If you want to avoid smuts for Leonard, please block the tag #leonard2hot4me. Also, there is an implied safe word. Y'all can all thank the curious anon who requested for this.

You should have known.

After a long day up on the Bridge, you tiredly trudged into Leonard’s shared quarters, ready to flop onto the couch. Except someone else was already laying there.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Your boyfriend glanced up from the book he was perusing. You didn’t answer him, only to carefully plop down on top of him and groaned loudly into his shirt. “Long day?”

You groaned again.

Leonard hummed, gently turning you over before bringing his talented hands upon your shoulders for a massage. It wasn’t until you felt his cock starting to harden against your ass that something was off.

You cuddled into him, debating the next course of action. At the end, you decided to squirm restlessly around as though you were attempting to find a better spot on the spot, while grinding your ass back on his increasingly interested cock.

“You’re not being very subtle,” He spoke, nipping at the outer shell of your ear before trailing kisses down to your neck where he lingered for a moment. 

Out of nowhere, he bit gently on your sensitive spots. One arm lowered from your shoulder, snaking below your shirt to tweak at a nipple. Gasping, you felt his lips twist into a smirk as he sucked on your skin. You whimpered, and moaned his name, unraveling under his hands.

“Too many clothes,” Leonard grumbled, effortlessly picking you up, and carrying you towards the bedroom. You clung to him tightly like a koala, crushing your lips onto his. Wrapping your legs around his weight, you were delighted to discover his eager cock rub deliciously against your still clothed pussy.

With another breathless moan, you were gently flung onto the bed. With practice ease, he unbuttoned his trousers and threw his shirt aside. He crawled after you, eyes hungry. Hooking his fingers under your dress, he pulled the garment off and to the side. A lazy smirk spread across his face, appreciating the view. Hastily, you unclasped your bra from behind, shimmied it off, and tossed aside without much concern. 

Slowly tugging your panties down, you parted your legs a little in a futile attempt to get him ro hurry up. As the fabric eased over your legs, you hissed at the cool air brushing over your wet, sensitive folds.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Leonard murmured before adding the last of your clothes onto the pile on the floor. Desperate to feel his hands, you reached out for him, only for him to capture your wrists in his.

“Nuh uh, darlin’,” He admonished. “You’re gonna let me do the touching here. Arms above.”

You obliged him, watching with wide eyes as he fished out a pair of padded cuffs. Maneuvering your arm, you shivered at the sharp contrast of the cold metal, and bit your bottom lip as you felt the lock secure you into place. It wasn’t long before your other arm joined the first one, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

“Len,” You whined, giving an experimental tug at the cuffs.

“You know what to say if you want out,” You boyfriend reminded, planting a chaste kiss.

You watched as he returned to his spot between your legs, pushing your legs further apart to give him room. His hands slid back to your breasts, kneading them ever so slowly as the tip of his achingly rock hard cock rub against your slick core.

“Stooop being a tease!” You moaned, rolling your hips around in an effort to ease his cock inside.

Leonard darkly laughed against your skin, enjoying the vibrations from his chest. One hand tweaked your nipple again before it trailed down to test how wet you were becoming. When he felt the pool of arousal, he growled.

Without wasting any time, two fingers sank into you, his thumb circled around your clit while the rest sought out your g-spot. You gasped again, tugging against your restraints.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Your boyfriend encouraged. “Let daddy hear you.”

“Leeee,"  You moaned, as your world narrowed to the sexy man between your legs, his fingers within, and mercilessly pushing you higher. His mouth sucked on a nipple, and the other hand tweaked the neglected.

Everything suddenly stopped, and you whined again.

"What was that?” Leonard demanded, voice dangerously calm.

Whimpering, you forced your pleasure addled brain to remember what he wanted. 

“Daddy!” You cried out, desperate for him to continue. “Daddy, please!”

There was a weighted pause as he smiled.

Mercifully, he resumed driving you mad. For a moment, your vision whited out when he rubbed your gspot. Twitching around on the bed, you let out an involuntary moan. 

“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” Leonard taunted into your ear. “Little too loud, and have the crew know that their Captain isn’t in charge? What a little slut you are?”

You whimpered in response, unable to speak as you were flung higher. He rubbed the spot in determination, and you nearly came undone. Your pussy spasmed around his fingers, clenching and unclenching.

Naturally, the bastard backed off.

“Daddy!” You cried piteously, squeezing your eyes shut as tears of wanton need dribbled down your cheeks. “Pleeeeease!”

“Please what, baby girl?”

“Pleaselemmecome!” You babbled out loud, beyond the capability to speak coherently.

“Trust me, darlin’,” Leonard cooed, quieting your cries with a kiss. You inhaled sharply as he resumed rasping his fingers again, starting the fevered climb once more.

Your fingers balled together, nails digging dip into your palm, but you could care less. Right on the precipice, he stopped.

Again.

You wordlessly blubbered out, half desperate and half mad at the man between your legs. 

“Pleeeease!” You resorted to begging now.

The ability to speak was lost to you again when his tongue penetrated your cunt.  Wet tongue, and fingers scraped deliciously against your gspot and clit. Your hands tugged at the restraints again as your legs kicked at the mattress. 

His other hand was placed upon your stomach, pinning you to the mattress.  Leonard’s fingers and clever tongue brushed your gspot, making you arch your back and cry out for him. Your arms strained against the handcuffs, metal digging deep into your wrists.

“There she is,” He spoke, sounding strained. He too having enough of the teasing. 

“Lemme- Ah!”

He lips sucked lightly on your clit then, throwing you past the point of no return. You screamed his name, arching your back and thrusting your hips into his mouth and hand.  Your vision whited out, as the electricity pumped through your veins from the orgasm flung you higher and higher until you nearly blacked out.

Finally falling back down to the bed, you merely laid there, trying to catch your breath. Until you saw his erect cock, eager for attention. Licking your lips, you whimpered.

“Fuck.”

“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words like a big girl,” Leonard nuzzled your neck affectionately. “Want daddy’s cock?”

“Please, daddy,” You begged the moment your brain could rewire itself back to normal. “Need your cock!”

He groaned at your words, rutting hard against your core. “Such a good girl.”

Forcing a leg to wrap around his waist, you tried your best to bring him closer. This time, he held your hips as he thrusted deep, bottoming out quickly. You barely had time to moan his name out before your breath was stolen away with a fierce kiss. 

Leonard’s thrusts rocked and squeaked the bed.  He didn’t speak, sucking at your neck as he growled.  The way he moved against you was so rough, so fast. It was almost bordering painful, but sweet at the same time.

You couldn’t speak, only emitting pitiful whines and wordless cries as you approached the edge more rapidly than before. A familiar urge surged in you.

“C-close,” You choked out, teetering again on the precipice once more. Arms strained on the restraints, and your legs kicked out, beyond your capabilities to avoid hitting him.

Obliging your unspoken plea, his hand wiggled between your two bodies in a search for your clit. Crashing his lips upon yours, he tweaked your clit just right.

Ripping your lips from his, you loudly screamed his name to the heavens above, hips trusting uncontrollably into his. As your pussy clamped vise like on his cock, your orgasm triggered his. With only a grunt as a warning, his cock twitched and swelled. 

Leonard groaned out your name repeatedly as he came over and over again. Your orgasms milked each other, slinging higher and higher until you were ready to plead for mercy. Once he came down, he dropped against your chest, panting hard.

After a year, you too came down from your high, equally spent from the exertion. 

“Back with me, sweetheart?” Leonard smiled tiredly at you, pulling his softening cock out. 

You only nodded, making a strangled sound of agreement after an involuntary whine at the loss. He reached forward, this time unlocking the handcuffs and easing your wrists out. 

“You broke me.”

“Didn’t hear you complainin’.”

After massaging your wrists, your eyes followed him as he sat up and padded over to the adjoining bathroom. A brief sound of water from the sink was heard before he emerged with a wet washcloth in his hand.

He gently cleaned the mess on your core. When done, the fabric joined the pile of clothes on the ground for laundry later. Joining you back on the bed, and hugging you close to him, you grinned down at your raw, bruised wrists.

“Sorry sugar,” Leonard followed your attention. “Should have padded them better.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “No harm done. It’ll be a reminder for tomorrow during work.”

He rolled his eyes, cuddling you in a post coital haze. You let your eyes fall shut, grateful for a such a wonderful boyfriend.

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph, I'm feeling really pissed off. Me & my younger sister occasionally talk about LGBT people at home, and she's doing a presentation on the effect of acceptance in the home on LGBT youth. My mum threw a fit, said we were obsessed with it, she's not narrow minded and accepts people but just doesn't want it shoved down her throat. We barely talk about it, and it just really got to me. Am I being unreasonable? She's been bad about my gender presentation & I'm bi but she doesn't know...

Hey Nonny! *hugs*

Ugh, I am so sorry for the troubles you are both dealing with, Lovely.

Yeah, this is just personal opinion, but I feel it IS narrow minded of her to say “don’t shove it in my face”. That’s not “accepting”, that’s “accepting but only on my own terms”. I’m not saying your mum is a bad person, not at all, since I don’t know her personally, but unfortunately the society or generation she may have come from gave her a different world view (I don’t know your age, so I can only assume that you are in your mid to late teens). But it seems like she is willing and open to talk, though; some people’s minds can be changed with some education. But you said she was bad with your presentation of who you feel you are; perhaps explaining why you feel the way you do would be the first step.

It’s so sad that in 2017, we still have a double standard of “if it’s gay you’re shoving it in my face, but if it’s straight and literally every other movie in the world has a romance and the media uses sex to sell but that’s not shoving it in my face”. *shrugs*

I’m really sorry, Nonny. You are not being unreasonable. I’m not a professional, so I’m not going to advise you on what to do in this situation (I welcome anyone in a similar situation to offer their words of advice). All I can say is if you think you are in danger (which I am a bit concerned about given the second part of your ask), perhaps keep it a little lowkey until you are safe. But otherwise, you should be proud of who you are. You and your sibling are not doing anything wrong at all. Perhaps a good idea would be to research some local LGBT youth groups (or groups / communities in general) in your area? Youths would be "relatable" and adults would have valuable experience for y'all to learn from. It would be valuable resource for your sibling’s presentation, and it would be self-healing for you as well.

If any professional or "lived through this" has some advice for my lovely Anon and their sibling, please, offer away

[overwatchimaginations]

I want to say that I love your writings but that doesn't do it justice. I look forward to them. Also, can I ask for one we're reader is a tomboy that acts flirtatious and confident- but it's really to mask very low self-esteem- and secretly crushes on Mcree. They'd never ask because of this even though they've been best friends since forever. Somehow, Jessie finds out and uses this to tell reader about his feelings for them (you can use your imagination for the end). Thanks you for reading this!

((A/N - you are too kind! I hope you enjoy 💜))

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You wished you had a hat. Not a cowboy hat like Jesse’s, but just a beanie or a cap or something. Your locks kept on being flung into your face by the wind, no matter how many times you tucked them behind your ear. You felt self-conscious as you hadn’t washed your hair today. A nice hat could cover it up. Granted it was a nice day, and the small inconvenience was probably worth it because the view from the café’s garden was incredible. Perched on the peak of a grassland, you could see rolling hills for miles, with the odd patch of darkened woods where if you looked closely, wild rabbits could be seen hopping around. At least you could, if your view wasn’t obstructed by hair.

“Maybe y'should get the chop.” Jesse observed, sipping at his beer in the dark green bottle.You huffed at him, holding your hair in both hands as makeshift pigtails, which made him cackle.

“Maybe you should let me borrow your hat.”“No way, doll. Should'a brought your own.“Please? How am I supposed to enjoy our lovely day out if I can’t even see.”

Now it was Jesse’s turn to huff. Putting his bottle down on the worn metal bistro table, he gingerly took off his hat. Swooping your hair over your right shoulder and holding it there, you reached over and used your left hand to ruffle his mop as a thank you. He placed the hat down on your head forcefully.

“Oi. Not necessary.” You pouted, plaiting your hair skillfully.

He grinned at you.

“What?”“Howdy, pard'ner.” “… What?” You asked again, still confused.“Your hair. My hat. You look like a proper cowgirl.”

You snorted. Jesse picked up his beer.

“Comin’ from the legendary Jesse McCree himself?” You exaggerated the southern belle accent, placing a hand in the centre of your chest.

He nearly spat his drink over you, but managed to swallow it. “My goodness, (Y/N). Is that really what I sound like?” Eyes wide, he wiped a hand over his smiling lips to get rid of a spatter of beer.

“No, but you have to admit you do put it on sometimes.”“Alright, I will admit that. Only if you admit ya like wearin’ my hat.” He smirked devilshly.You smiled, but your brows were furrowed as to say of course you did.“Jesse.”“(Y/N).”“Half of my wardrobe is made up of your old clothes.” “No. I have to keep buying new clothes because ya keep on stealin’ them.” You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, laughing.“You have a point. What’re best friends for if you don’t share clothes?”

You managed to take a swig of your beer, now that your hair was out of the equation.

He was still looking at you, half a smile on his lips.

“What?” “Nothin’. Jus’ like bein’ here with you is all.”“Cute. Now stop being sappy and finish your beer. I want to buy a hat.”His eyes narrowed at you, keeping contact until he gulped the last drop. Jesse plonked the bottle on the table, followed by a satisfied ‘ahh.’

“I’m surprised you’re not g'na keep that one.” Scraping his chair back he nodded to the leather material protecting your head.

“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see how lucky I get.”“You’ve got me. I’ll say you’re pretty darn lucky.”A dust of pink scattered your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at him and stood up.

He was your best friend, and had been for a very long time. Okay, there were times that you had thought of him as more, but you didn’t want to ruin what you already had. You’d watched too many TV shows and movies where friends decided to be in a relationship and they’d ended up breaking up and not talking to each other again. You knew better. You hoped Jesse knew better too. However, you hadn’t been in a proper relationship in a very long time, your last one ending on somewhat bad terms. It really put a damper on your confidence, and you weren’t particularly keen to go through it again.

Yeah, and Jesse was there to comfort you after the breakup.

That’s because he’s my best friend.

You like him.

Of course I do, he’s my friend.

That’s a cover up and you know it. You like him.

Your lips narrowed and brows furrowed at your internal battle.

“You okay, doll? Y'look a bit outta it.”“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You put on a fake smile and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the café.

His warm, large, firm hand that could easily make you bend to his will.

Woah there. Not in public.

Suddenly realising how clammy your palms were, you instantly pulled your hand out of Jesse’s grip and looked back to flash a quick smile to reassure him.

Stepping into a clothing store you picked up the first hat you saw, even if it was in the men’s section. You carefully took off Jesse’s hat and handed it to him to hold. Shoving the grey woollen beanie on your head, you span and turned to look at Jesse expectantly.

“Well?”“Not g'na lie. You look like a female Reyes.” You snorted and pulled the hat off, a few strands of your hair coming loose. Jesse came forward and gently brushed them behind your ear. He pointed to a cap.“Whatta ‘bout that one?”You put the beanie back on the hook and tried on the cap. You raised an eyebrow.

“Grungy.”“You’re too old to even know what that word means.”“’S'cuse me?”You chuckled, reaching up on your toes to pat his head. You’d never really noticed how much taller he was than you.“It’s okay, sweetie. We all get old one day.”You turned around to look in the mirror just in time to miss Jesse blush.“I might get this one. Seems okay.”“Yeah, suits ya, doll.”You smiled at his compliment, your eyes catching in the mirror.

Taking the cap off and flattening the rest of your hair, you made your way over to the tills to pay.

“Hi there! Did you find everything you needed today?” The cashier asked.“Yeah, thanks. I only needed a hat as Mr. Grumpy Pants got annoyed I had to borrow his.”You like to think she let out a genuine laugh. You paid for the hat, joking around with the cashier while she put it in a bag.“I hope you and your boyfriend have a lovely rest of the day.”“Thanks!”

Wait. What?!

You span around on your heels, too embarrassed to correct her.

You are just friends.

That’s bullcrap and you know it.

Stop. There’s nothing more.

You hold hands. You wear his clothes. You enjoy being in each other’s company. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, right?

Shit.

You pulled the hat out of the bag and tore the tags off. You stuffed it on your head, grinning at Jesse.“Now I don’t have to steal yours.”He looked at you, blank faced.“I heard what the cashier said.”“You did? Oh. Funny, huh?”“You didn’t correct her.”“Erm, nope. Sorry? I guess.”

He broke into a grin.

“Don’t apologise.”He threw his arm around your shoulder as you both walked down the street.

“Have you ever imagined us being t'gether?”“I mean.. That’s a full on question.”“Yae or nae, is all I need.”“Okay, sure.”“Good. So’ve I.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, the brim of your cap casting a shadow over your face.

“You have?”“Di'n’t I jus’ say that?”You pressed your lips together.“Well.. How did it pan out?”“We were happy. We’ve known each other for such a long time, (Y/N).”“I know we have, but I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”“You pulled your hand away from me earlier.”“Yep.”“What was that about? Did'ja get freaked out it seemed we were more than ‘friends’?” He exaggerated friends with his fingers doing air quotations.

He needed to stop changing the subject too quickly, he was catching you off guard.

“Er,” you coughed slightly, “Sure.”You dipped out from under his arm and started walking over to a vacant bench. He was immediately behind you, you both sitting down at the same time.

“I don’t wanna do anythin’ that makes ya feel weird.”“It’s weird even talking about it.”

Jesse let out a hearty chuckle. He put his hand on your thigh and his chocolate eyes met yours.“Seriously, (Y/N). I’ve noticed the way ya look at me.”You glanced away, feeling like a deer in headlights the way he was staring at you so intently. “We can go slow. Everything would still be the same. I’ll still be the same ol’ Jesse McCree ‘nd look after ya. There’d just be sex every once in a while.”You snapped back to look at him, mouth agape.“Jesse McCree. We are in public!“  He grinned at you wolfishly.“Well? Whadd'ya say?”“I-” You weren’t used to being put on the spot.“Sure.”He encased you in a bear hug.“Y'all have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” His voice slightly muffled from being buried in the crook of your neck. You leant into him, smiling.

See, was that so difficult?

You hated your internal voice. She was always right.

“Wait 'til I tell everybody back at base.”“Hey, we haven’t-”“It’s official, (Y/N).” He sat back and grinned. “C'mon!”

He dragged you from off the bench, headed to where the car was parked, practically bouncing around like an enthusiastic puppy.

You shook your head to yourself and smiled. What on earth had you gotten yourself into.