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[the-cantina]

Giving a lap dance to an inexperienced Tup.

Watching the poor boi shake and sweat trying not to bust feeling you grind down on him. He's so nervous, where do his hands go?

But, he would be in paradise too, because damn how did he get so lucky to have you pampering him like that.

Perfection~

Tup being a little thrown because you chose him over all of his brothers, and then not being sure where to put his hands, or where to look.

Being a little breathless because you're pressed right against him in all of the best ways and how is he supposed to think like this, it doesn't seem fair, and he really, really wants to touch you, but wouldn't that be rude?

Eventually he just grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him because he can't help himself anymore. And maybe he thrusts up against you because he needs you so so much, and please stop torturing him and let him cum already-

Just Tup. I love him so much.

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No complex thots this time. Just. Dogma.

I want to break down his walls and set free the freak I know deep in my heart lives just under the surface. I want to be his stress relief your honor, and he's soooo stressed all the time 😏

Dogma! Dogma is my baby, my love, my heart and soul~

I am a proud member of the Dogma is absolutely a Dom camp (I might be alone in this camp, lol). You just need to unlock it.

You know the saying it's always the quiet ones? Well, I feel like that absolutely applies to Dogma. He's quiet, yes, but once you get him out of that shell I bet he'd be down for anything!

Anyway, Dom Dogma. He's a rule follower, can you imagine him bringing that to the bedroom. Him quietly setting the rules before everything begins with clear punishments as to what will happen if you disobey him?

Dogma being so gentle with you, so long as you obey him, and getting rougher and more forceful if you don't.

Dogma taking your input on new things you want to try and twisting it just enough that it's palatable to the both of you.

Dogma with a breeding kink that always comes out to play before the night is over, in spite of everything. Him leaving you breathless and sore in the best of ways, and absolutely covered in marks that he created.

I just love Dogma so much, lol

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Ahem. Okay hear me out-

Jesse coming back to your home after a long deployment and he needs you so bad he can't even take off his armor (barely getting a hello between desperate kisses) before he's pinning you to the wall with his big warm body and rutting into you.

He knows taking off at least his codpiece would make it feel better but he can't bear to be half an inch away from you now, he might die on the spot if he tries to step away.

And he's so damn feral about it, half groaned praises and miss yous between deep moaning and heavy breathing, teeth and lips marking whatever skin he can reach.

He makes a mess on his blacks quicker than a shiny this time, but when he finally pulls a fraction away you can see in those still dark, ravenous eyes of his that this was just to take a fraction of the edge off. Just so that he didn't go mad.

He's home, he missed you, and you're in for it. If Jesse has any say on the matter, you're being princess (gn) carried in his arms for the entirety of the next day(s), because ooo boi, it's going to be wild.

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You are speaking my language!

Feral Jesse? Sign me up!

Jesse being so worked up that he isn't even able to remove his codpiece and cumming all over himself like he's a shiny? Hotter than hell, tbh.

And the knowledge that it's just the start? That you're going to spend the next however many hours/days with him doing everything in his power to make sure that you can't walk? Him fucking you hard and fast into the mattress? Him marking you up with his teeth and hands? I might just swoon~

Jesse being so needy that he doesn't even get you to the bed the first time, and just takes you against the wall, or on the floor, or whatever flat surface is close enough for him to have you pressed against it without hurting you. Yes. Perfect.

And then him being teasing and tempting because you've been moaning and begging for him so, so much that you sound hoarse, and he can't help but keep going because you're so perfect when you're begging for him-

Just, Jesse.

I'm all on board with this. Is there a sign up sheet or-?

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Hahahahah im so normal about this fic rn

Hello! I love your writing sm!! I was wondering if I could request promts 13 and 17 from your promt lost with crosshair or wrecker?

Hello hello!

Thank you so much, gives me the warm and fuzzies knowing folk like my writing 🥰

Part of me wanted to write this for Wrecker (them thick thighs...) but it ended up screaming 'Crosshair' sooooo....enjoy 😏

Better than Nothing

Your little scheme during a night out on shore leave doesn't go according to plan - but that's okay, Crosshair has another plan in mind that's just as fun.

Pairing: Crosshair x f!reader

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: established relationship, teasing, grinding, thigh riding, pet names, naked reader and clothed Cross, some armour on, praise, dirty talk, implied oral (f!receiving), implied PiV, one use of ‘daddy’, D/s tones, very light choking, smut with feelings, light marking, heavy eye contact, light (non-toxic) possessiveness, they be secure in this relationship.

Your whine reverberates around the hotel room, lips pressed into a pout as you watch Crosshair lean back on the couch that’s shoved up against one of the walls. That stupidly handsome smirk tilts his lips, hawkish eyes raking over your body.

You’d taken advantage of a brief stint of shore leave, booking several hotel rooms and heading out into the city. A nearby bar had seemed like a good idea, and all of you had piled into a booth. You’d all chatted and drank for a while, but when glasses were empty, you’d headed up to the bar for another round, only to be approached and hit on.

You might’ve played into it, batted your eyelashes and leaned in towards the stranger. It had lasted two minutes before Crosshair appeared over your shoulder, scaring away your new friend.

Before you could say anything, he’d dragged you outside and back to the hotel, leaving his brothers in the booth. Two years as their civilian handler had taught you a lot, in particular, that Crosshair enjoyed your little games, and the resulting sex was more spectacular than usual.

This time, however, he wasn’t playing into your plan.

Crosshair can see the frustration on your face, and your adorable pout pulls a small chuckle from him as he pats one of his thighs. He knows the little game you sometimes play, and while he’s usually happy to indulge you, he wants you to work for it this time. “It’s my thigh or nothing. I’m not helping you get off.” He states, voice low and slow. If someone had told him two years ago, when you’d first joined them, that he’d end up enamoured with you, he’d have scoffed. And yet now, he couldn’t fathom not having you around.

You weigh your options, eyes flitting down to the thigh plate he’d slid on while your back had been turned. You appreciated the gesture – the friction from his jeans would be unbearable – but you also knew the act wasn’t wholly selfless. He’d always gotten some sort of kick out of seeing you wearing or using his armour.

Playing along, for now, you step closer, fingers finding purchase on his knee. You go to straddle his thigh, but slender fingers wrap around your wrist.

“Clothes off, doll.” Crosshair insists, watching the flick of emotions across your face. Your hand pulls back from his knee, and he watches as you reach for the hem of your dress, shimmying it up and off your body. Kicking off your shoes, your bra follows, discarded on the floor, and then you’re bending down, prying down your panties until they’re off, too.

Holding out a hand expectantly, Crosshair waits for you to give them to him, and when you do, he tucks them into the front pocket of his jeans. You could have them back later.

He pats his thigh again, eyes roving across your naked body, a low rumble of delight starting in his chest as you move, straddling his leg, slowly sinking down until your pussy is pressed against the plastoid.

You shiver at the contact, the coolness of his armour contrasting your body’s heat. One of your hands finds its way to his shoulder to steady yourself, toes barely brushing the carpet. Eyes finding him, your teeth sink into your lower lip as anticipation coils in your belly. As much as you’d pouted earlier, you were excited about this.

Shifting a hand to your hip, Crosshair gently squeezes your body. “Grind.” He commands. “Grind on my thigh, kitten. Go on. Nice and slow.”

You start small, a gentle roll of your hips that brings the faintest twitch of a smile to his lips, the cool plastoid between your thighs beginning to warm up.

“Attagirl.” Crosshair coos, delighted at how easily you follow his instructions. He doesn’t feel much of anything through the thigh plate other than your weight, but that doesn’t matter. The sight of you, hips rolling, your fingers digging into his shoulder, naked and needy, makes his half-hard cock twitch. “There you go. Keep going.” He encourages, his hand on your hip helping guide your movements.

Grinding down, your clit presses against the plastoid, pleasure shooting through you. Your slick provides glide, a whine leaving your lips as you tilt your head back, eyes fluttering shut. The warmth starts to build in your belly. You reach out blindly with your free hand, searching for Crosshair.

“Want me to touch you, pretty girl?” He can read you like a book and knows the soft touches make you feel loved. Your little nod pulls a smirk from him. “Use your words.”

Head tipping forward, you open your eyes to catch his gaze, hips still rolling, pleasure still building. You know the eye contact does it for him. “Please. Want you to touch me. Wanna feel your hands on my tits.” You tell him sweetly, enjoying the way his eyes darken.

“See. That wasn’t so hard.” Crosshair murmurs, bringing his free hand up to brush across your collarbone, fingers dancing over your body. His hand sweeps down, palm finding your breasts, which he grasps gently, squeezing the soft mounds. “So beautiful.” He leans forward, peppering open-mouthed kisses to them, drawing a nipple into his mouth. He sucks, laving his tongue across the stiffened peak. Your moan is delightful, as is your hand on the back of his head, holding him close as you continue grinding on his thigh. Pulling back after a moment, his fingers tweak your nipple, making you gasp.

“Cross...” You moan his name. Your body is on autopilot, desperately chasing the high you know Crosshair can give you. Glancing down as he pulls back, you spot the telltale bulge in his pants. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and your hand that was on his head reaches downward.

You’re stopped mid-motion, wrist caught by slender fingers. You whine a little in frustration, but it turns into a soft sigh as Crosshair brings your hand up to his mouth and presses a kiss to the back of it. “No, kitten. You need to come first.”

You know that’s the rule – it has been since the first time you tumbled into bed together. Most people assume he’s selfish, perhaps even cold and unfeeling. But you’re privy to who he is away from prying eyes, who he truly is, and he’s far from any of those things.

“You want to come, pretty girl?” Crosshair asks, lowering your hand from his mouth to press your palm against his chest, leaving it there, letting you feel the heavy thud of his heart. He knows you’re close already; he can see it in your eyes, the draw of your brow, and the way your chest heaves and your hips roll. “Tell me how much you want it.” He insists, his hand on your hip guiding you just that little bit faster now.

He’s always loved hearing you speak, hearing exactly what you want. He’s never denied you anything, so long as you tell him. “I wanna come. Please. Wanna come all over your thigh – all over your armour. Mark it up. Make a mess.” You babble, hips shifting that bit quicker, the warmth in your belly almost an inferno. “Only you make me feel this way.” You tack on, breath coming in short pants.

Your words are like music to his ears, but there’s one thing left for you to say. Crosshair reaches out, lightly grabbing your throat, bringing your faces close together. “You’re not going to do that again, are you?” He asks, taking in your lust-blown eyes and the fast beat of your pulse under his fingers. You were always so receptive to this. “You’re not going to indulge unsuspecting civi’s and make me mark my territory. You’re going to be a good girl.”

There’s a hint of playfulness in your gaze, and Crosshair loves you even more for it. He knows you’re only playing when you indulge civilians, and he’s happy to play along, to scare them off and then bend you over the nearest surface as funishment. After a year together, he knows you’re not interested in anyone else.

His fingers tighten ever so slightly – not enough to hurt you, never to hurt you. This is all part of the play. “Now, I’ll ask again. Are you going to be good for me?”

Something about having his fingers wrapped around your throat makes you feel secure. While others might be terrified of your super soldier, you feel safe with him. Your hips are still rolling, the little back and forth throwing fuel on the fire, and the edge is so close. You momentarily let his words hang in the air, just to push back a little before you nod. “Won’t indulge unsuspecting civi’s again.” You agree.

“Good girl.” Crosshair praises, satisfied with your answer, before he draws you in for a bruising kiss. As your lips part, he presses his forehead to yours, sharp eyes glancing down to watch you ride his thigh. His armour is shiny with your wetness, and he licks his lips. He can’t wait to taste you. Eyes lifting, he meets your gaze. “Come. You’re allowed to. Come real kriffing pretty for me.”

You grind down a little harder, breath stuttering as you chase release. A few more rocks of your hips, clit brushing against the worn plastoid, and you’re thrown over the edge. Pleasure slams into you, hips stuttering and thighs trembling as you’re swept along for the ride. Keeping your eyes open and locked on his, knowing how much he loves it, your lips part with a cry of his name. 

Pride blooms in Crosshair’s chest. You were always gorgeous, but it hits differently when you’re in the throes of pleasure. Soft noises slip from his lips as he watches you ride through the high. “There you go, kitten. So good for me, making a mess on my armour.” He whispers, the hand around your throat sliding up to smooth across your face and through your hair. “Feel good, pretty girl?”

His cock aches, but he ignores it, focusing instead on taking care of you. Your little nod at his question has a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He finds the little trembles still working through your body adorable. “Not done with you yet, though. Wanna taste that pretty little pussy of yours and then pound you into the mattress until you can’t take it anymore. Fill you up so you never forget who you belong to.” He rasps, enjoying the way your breath catches. “Sound good, princess?”

The pleasure starts to recede, and you nod again, not trusting yourself to speak. Heart pounding, you catch your breath, absorbing the hungry look in Crosshair’s eyes. Even now it still astounds you that he loves you, that he hadn’t scoffed when you’d quietly confessed your feelings to him while on watch together in the cockpit of Marauder between missions.

Waiting for you to catch your breath, Crosshair leans in to press a sweet kiss to your lips, hand smoothing down to your hip so he can hold you. “But first, you’re gonna lick my armour clean.” He decides, scooting you back slightly to free his thigh plate. It glistens with your slick, and his cock twitches at the sight. With one hand, he unlatches it before holding it up right in front of your face. “Go on. Clean up the mess you made.”

You lean in, holding his gaze, one hand still on his shoulder while the other rests against his chest, and you slowly drag the flat of your tongue across the smooth planes of the armour. The tang of yourself hits your tongue, along with a faint trace of the cleaner he uses to wipe down his kit after every mission. Your moan echoes in the room.

Crosshair’s cock is throbbing, pressing almost painfully against his pants. He desperately needs to be buried inside you soon. “Good girl.” He whispers, watching as you lap up every drop of your release. Once satisfied that you’ve done an excellent job, he discards the plate to the side, letting it drop to the floor before hauling you entirely into his lap. His lips meet yours for a fierce kiss, and he groans as you grind down on his cock.

Hands on your ass, he squeezes it, pushing himself up to stand. Your legs lock around him, and he carries you over to the bed, laying you down, pinning you beneath him. He grinds down against you, chuckling at your mewl of pleasure. Lips dragging down your throat, Crosshair bites down gently, enjoying the moan that escapes you. Continuing, he presses kisses to your breasts, sucking marks into your skin as he reaches your stomach until he hauls you to the edge of the bed and finally kneels between your thighs. A wicked smirk crosses his lips as he looks up the length of your body. “Legs spread, pretty girl. Daddy isn’t done with you yet.”

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Head full, but the only thought is Rex on his back while you straddle him.

One hand around his cock - moving at a maddening slow pace -, the other grasping his chin to make him look at you.

Because you tell him you want to to see all the pretty faces he makes as he slowly falls apart in your hand.

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As Above, So Below

Pairings:  Wrecker x Reader

Word Count: 6.5K+

Warnings:  Mild violence, exhibitionism, PIV, PWP

Rating:  E, minors DNI

When the new clone squad in town stops by your bar, Wrecker is willing to help you out. And eventually, he's ready to help you with other things too.

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This was inspired by @spicy-clones, so hopefully I have done them proud. Enjoy!

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Day 7 | Tech

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Tech deserves a soft life. I bet he would grow the best plants no one ever thought of hybridizing before haha. Also, tookas! I guess I took a liking to giving them to our troopers 😌 Post chip removal mohawk hair Tech is canon in my heart :]

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Day 8 | Commander Wolffe

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Hey, his eyes are up there 😏 Lifeguard Wolffe, because why not?

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Day 2 | TBB Echo

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Day 2 brings us Echo, having himself a fancy pampering time, because he deserves it 💅🏿

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Day 5 | Fives

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Who better suited to be the fifth to grace this event than him? I would do unspeakable things just to wake up to his sleepy face 😩

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Echo is so precious he deserves the world and to be called darling 24/7 😩💖💖💖

if you want could you do some hcs for pet names for the bad batch? like maybe some joke pet names and some that they would like to be called?

Hunter: Loooves anything that puffs him up, makes him feel strong and manly or gives him authority. Stud, prince, handsome, tiger... He tries to brush it off or act annoyed, but it's obvious he's melting on the inside. He'll take whatever teasing comes from his brothers to hear you keep calling him that. Venture into sir or daddy territory, or just straight up call him hot, and you'll have him wrapped around your finger.

Wrecker: Nothing makes him laugh louder than a fun pet name. He'll gladly accept any and all configurations of words, especially when they end with a buns, cheeks, muffin, or poop. Yes, he is a child, but an endearing one. Some days he can't wait to hear what you come up with, and would be a little disappointed if you forgot or circled back to an old one that's lost its charm.

Tech: Doesn't understand pet names, so he could be called just about anything and he won't bat an eye. You'll have to try out all sorts of names, look for a reaction, and of course the most random one will earn it. Tech's ears will perk up and his heart will feel all fluttery. He'll ask you to say it again. Sexy brains. Oh yes, he quite likes that one.

Crosshair: Hates most pet names, to be honest, especially ones that are "cutesy" or silly. It makes him feel belittled, like you don't take him seriously or are making fun of him. He may tolerate something like dear from time to time, as it sounds more caring. And in more intimate moments, you can probably get away with sweetheart. Otherwise, he really just likes to hear the sweet sound of his own name.

Echo: Really likes the really tender, kind of old-timey names. He likes how they sound both warm and domestic as well as grand and musical. It can feel like a contrast to how he looks, part man and part machine. But he aspires to live up to those names every time he's called them. Darling is probably his absolute favorite, but he also likes Beloved, Lovely, and Sugar too.

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this was so good AaAaAaaaah. Horny Hunter is everything I need in my life rn 😩😩

Ollo! I GIVE THEE A SMUTTY PROMPT

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

With... 👀👀👀👀👀💀👀👀👀

Fox or Hunter or an oc of choice if you'd rather

Alright there goes my bravado times to slink back to the blankets

😘💜💜💜

Beautiful Meal

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut, hardly any plot. Oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing, Hunter being horny (what’s new). Reader wears a dress, though dress and reader aren’t described. Established relationship.

WC: 956

Summary: You were supposed to be gathering intel for a mission, but Hunter has other ideas.

A/N: Moonlight my darling! This prompt is so delicious…thank you for inspiring some thots. I had to choose Hunter…because you know me. I just can’t help myself. I hope you enjoy it!

The moment Hunter’s hand traced up your thigh under your dress, you knew what he wanted.

You were in a casino, sitting at a dirty booth trying to gather intel. Or that was the intended plan.

Hunter’s eyes haven’t left your body since you slipped into a dress to blend in at the gambling den. You knew his senses were honed in on you, rather than the crime lord you were trying to track down.

You locked gazes with him, his eyes seemingly glowing in the dark, smoky shadows of the casino. His hand was now tracing further up your thigh, dangerously close to your panty line.

“Hunter…” you warned, knowing you were powerless against his touch, wanting, needing more.

Hunter smirked, grazing his finger over your thin, silken panties.

“You’re wet. I can feel it. I can smell it.” He whispered, leaning into your ear, his lips barely brushing against your lobe. Goosebumps erupted up your legs as he began rubbing small, deliberate circles over your clothed clit.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that was threatening to leave your throat, not wanting to attract attention.

Luckily, your booth was at the back of the seedy gambling institution, and given how dark it was in there, no one would know what was going on unless they had a reason to look at you.

“We…we need this info.” You managed to whisper, his finger still languidly rubbing over your now very wet panties. “We can’t be distracted.”

You were trying to stay professional, but crumbling by the second. It was hard when your boyfriend was now slipping his finger under your panties, reveling in the small sounds you couldn't hold back.

Hunter hummed, his body pressed into your side.

“I’ve been distracted since you slipped into this dress, sweetheart.”

You were gripping your drink so hard you thought you might shatter it, your breath becoming labored.

“Besides, we’ve been here for a while, and from what I can tell, we have the info we need for Cid.”

“Hunter, we - “ Your words were cut off by a sharp gasp as his thick finger probed your entrance.

“What was that?” He teased, teasing you with his finger in such a way you wanted to scream.

“Let’s get out of here.” You whined, knowing you sounded desperate.

Hunter hummed and pressed a kiss right under your ear. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

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Soon, you were back in the small motel room you were sharing, splayed out on the small bed. Your dress was shoved up past your hips as Hunter kissed and nipped up and down your thighs.

He had already thoroughly lavished your neck, leaving love marks precisely where they could be covered by your normal clothing.

He was now working on your thighs, saving himself for his eventual feast between your legs.

Your panties were still on, thoroughly soaked by now, needing him to continue what he started earlier.

“Hunter…” you whined, his lips now ghosting over your clothed cunt. “Please…” Hunter licked a stripe up your clothed pussy, groaning at your taste.

He sat up slightly, gazing at you and your disheveled form with heavy eyes.

You were beautiful.

The way your lips parted as you panted, your cheeks and chest flushed a deeper color, your hair a mess, the desperation in your eyes for him to please you in the ways only he knew how.

“You’re gorgeous like this, you know that?” Hunter mumbled, hooking his fingers under your panties and sliding them down your legs.

“All spread out like a good girl…” His lips met your lower ones, kissing your pussy, sliding his tongue up and down. “A good girl who just wants to be eaten.”

Hunter gripped your hips to keep you in place as he plunged his tongue into you, feeling your body convulse with pleasure as he began his meal.

Your moans and gasps were a melody, your fingers gripping his hair and head tightly, anchoring yourself even more to him, trying to bring his face even closer to your aching core.

The sounds were obscene, your choked cries and the wet sounds of his mouth working you to release.

When Hunter began working your clit with the tip of his tongue, he knew you would be coming undone soon.

He could hear your breathing hitch, your heart rate change, the scent of your arousal becoming impossibly stronger.

With a final circle of his tongue over your clit, your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of hot bliss starting at your core and pulsating through your body.

Hunter greedily drank every drop you gave him, still working you with his mouth until you were gently pushing him away from you.

You lay boneless and satisfied as Hunter crawled up your body to lay next to you. He traced his finger up your arm, letting you catch your breath.

You smiled, turning your head toward him. “You’re impossible, you know that?” You let out a breathy laugh. “I can’t take you anywhere.”

Hunter chuckled, kissing your shoulder. “Are you complaining?”

You reached down to palm the large bulge that was tenting his pants. “Of course not, darling.”

You watched Hunter’s eyelids flutter close and his brows knit together as you rubbed along his length, which you knew was aching for attention.

“Now, be a good boy and lay down. It’s your turn to spread out nice and pretty for me.” You gently squeezed his cock, a deep groan escaping his lips.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Hunter rumbled as you sat on top of him, ready to deliver him the same attention he gave you.

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[the-cantina]

"𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩…" 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

explicit warning: don't read on if you're uncomfortable with anything nsfw/smut related

have fun with these ;) | tag me if you use any | if yall want more prompts like this, jus drop an ask nd ill respond as soon as possible :)

"I want to hear you beg."

"Arch your back for me."

"You look better with my hands around your neck."

"Swallow it. All of it."

"God, you feel so fucking good."

"Suck on it."

"You're so fucking hot."

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

"Don't hold back."

“Ah, fuck.”

"That noise...keep making it."

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

"Let's make this quick."

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me."

"You're mine."

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?"

“Faster—ah shit—harder…”

"I wanna go again."

“I want you. I need you.”

“Huh…uh…keep going.”

“Wait—uh—do…do that again.”

"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

"Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough."

"One more time! Please!"

"Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that."

[the-cantina]

sweet maker 🥵 this was gold

Together

Pairing: Dogma x female reader

Summary: you and Dogma enjoy watching each other get off

Warning: 18+ (no minors allowed), masturbation, fingering, Voyeurism, not much dialogue, praise kink, aftercare

A/n: Dogma is such a sweetheart. He didn't deserve what happened to him

"What should we do tonight?” You came over to Dogma, who was lying on your bed, and gave him a kiss before lying down. “Did you have something in mind?” You bite your lip as something comes to mind. “We could do that..thing. the one both of us like.” Dogma became interested as you mentioned your favorite activity. “Oh?” To prove it, you spread yourself out next to him and snake a hand down to your clothed pussy which was becoming wet. Dogma smiled and leaned down to kiss you. The two of you kissed for a moment before he pulled you away. “Let's do it.”

Five minutes later both of you were lying on your bed completely naked with you having your fingers deep inside of your pussy and Dogma with his hand around his cock. While the two of you haven't had sex yet the two of you had somehow discovered that both of you liked getting off watching one another masturbate. “Oh fuck.” You spread your legs some more and Dogma watches as you finger yourself. “Just like that. Shit. You look so good with your fingers buried in your pussy.” Dogma pumps his cock with his hand and the two of you watch one another. You curl your fingers just right and they have you hitting that sweet spot. You arch your back as a wave of pleasure hits it. “Dogma.. ” Dogma takes your hand in his and you grasp his fingers. Dogma continues pumping himself and when he looks down between your legs a wave of pleasure hits him as well. “Ahh.” The room is filled with moans so loud that your neighbors must be hearing them. But neither of you care. You finger yourself faster as you begin to feel your impending orgasm. “I'm gonna..I'm gonna come.” At your words Dogma picked up the pace and he was quickly getting close as well. You manage to hit that sweet spot just right and you were seeing white as your orgasm hit you. You held onto Dogma’s hand tighter as you writhed next to him and rode out your orgasm. The squelching noises coming from your soaked pussy combined with the moans and screams of his name suddenly had Dogma following right behind you with his own orgasm. Dogma spilled himself on his stomach and once the two of you came back down from cloud 9 both of you lied there. Both of you caught your breath and once your breathing was back to normal the two of you looked at one another and smiled. “That was fun.” You laughed as Dogma kissed you. He pulls back and lets go of your hand to grab the wrag that was on your nightstand. He kneels in between your legs and cleans up the mess you made then cleans himself up. He tosses the wrag to the side and lies back down. You lie on top of him and Dogma runs his hand up and down your naked back. The both of you make out for a while as you hold one another and eventually the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

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[the-cantina]

The writing muses are returning to me.. maybe nature is healing.

The bad side is that I'm being haunted by the poly!bad batch x reader heat fic series floating inside my head. i might have to write it in the end. not sure how the story would be received tho, as the reader is not (fully) human, and it is made clear so

[the-cantina]

a while ago i created a discord server for people who write/read clone xreader/xoc fic and it's gone kind of silent so i wanted to try and fix that! i want to bring on a few people to help moderate the server, so if you're interested, whether you're already a member or not, please reach out to me :)

and if you'd like to join the server, here's an invite link!

[the-cantina]

Very early, but posting this now because I know I will forget. So there's this art thing I'll be doing December, and made a form to check if anyone wants to be tagged in the posts 😌