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this man is too much i swear 😭

MY WOLFFE GIRLIES LISTEN UP

i was listening to music and the death of peace of mind by bad omens is SOOO WOLFFE CODED

pls i BEG you to go listen

@wolffegirlsunite @cloneloverrrrr tagging you specifically bc i know you guys will LOVE this

STOP I NEED TO GET READY BUT ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS HIM

MY WOLFFE GIRLIES LISTEN UP

i was listening to music and the death of peace of mind by bad omens is SOOO WOLFFE CODED

pls i BEG you to go listen

@wolffegirlsunite @cloneloverrrrr tagging you specifically bc i know you guys will LOVE this

let’s gooooooo

wolffe smut incoming tonight 👩🏻‍💻

i literally loved every second of this kira! the banter was muah *chefs kiss*

say it first

Pairing: Wolffe x f!reader, reader insert

Rating: Explicit (this is smut that i added feelings to. minors, dni!)

Word Count: 2.4K

Content Warnings: choking, unprotected PiV sex, fingering, creampie, jealousy, drinking/alcohol consumption

AN: i was inspired by the idea of begrudgingly admitting feelings, and decided to write the porn first, and get to the feelings later.

also! @metalatl graciously allowed me to use her OC 308th Battalion and Sergeant Runaway in this fic! thank you! <3

Read on AO3: here

Summary: you and Wolffe are FWB. maybe just the B. but you both want more.

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“I didn’t want to say it first.” // “Neither did I.”

“You look so fucking good like this, baby. Taking all of me so well.” His eyes – white and gold – blazed back at yours through the reflection of the mirror. Surrounded in darkness, your brain also fuzzy with pleasure and drunk on desire, his eyes practically glowed at you. The domineering look sent sparks down your spine. One of his impossibly large hands was clasped around your throat and the other was down at your breast, fingers working your tortured nipple. Numbed by the sheer stimulation, you tried your best to form a coherent response.

“J-just shut up and fuck me, Wolffe.” Panting, you adjusted your grip on the ’fresher counter.

Wolffe brought his head up to where his nose caressed the shell of your ear, lips ghosting against your neck, “’S true though. Drives me crazy.”

“Hm, I know.” You shut your eyes, biting your lip. Knowing he could feel the way his words and his hands and his breath were all pulling pleasure from your core, you attempted to keep yourself from falling back down from the edge. The game of it was the most fun for Wolffe; knowing he could unravel you so simply. You refused to let him win though. You insisted on some semblance of dignity even as you both stood naked, pants around ankles, in this hot, airless room.

Focusing on his thickness, the unbelievable ecstasy at the way he was filling you, you felt your crest approaching again. You tightened around him, leveraging your hips back against his, fucking yourself on his slick cock. Wolffe’s breath hitched at the change in position as he tightened his grip around your neck. He moved his other hand from your breast down to your exposed clit, the pads of his fingers beginning cruel and precise circles.

“If you can talk back, I’m not doing my job.” He chuckled, unyielding in his efforts.

“I told you to shut up.” You snapped. Opening your eyes, you shot him a glare in the reflection as you took one hand from its place supporting your body on the counter, snaking it down under you both.

Wolffe choked, movements stuttering, as your palm clutched around his balls, giving them a gentle roll. A smug sense of content puffed within your core, only egging on the pressure towards your release. His strokes slowed to a delicious rhythm, allowing you to enjoy the way each drag of his cock met the edges of your walls.

All the while, he kept attention on your clit, circling as exquisite tension furled within your depths. When you intensified the hold and motions of your palm clutching around his balls, Wolffe moaned loudly against your shoulder, “O-oh, fuck.”

His audible pleasure pushed you over the edge. You revelled in the way he felt inside you and his affirmation of the way you felt around him. “Shit. Oh my god. Shit!” you cried.

Wolffe was everywhere; around your neck, on your clit, inside of you. Gasping and writhing, you felt your body tense as your head pounded with the blissful exhilaration of your orgasm. It was a struggle to keep your mind tethered to your body as the waves swept through you.

Evidently, it was the same for Wolffe. You felt his breath shorten and his cock twitch as you rode out your high.

“Fuck,” Wolffe groaned, balls pulsing while still gripped in your palm. With breath hitching and then a sharp inhale, he emptied himself inside you. Delirious in your post-release, you could feel the hot wetness spilling from your cunt.

You stood there against the counter, both still connected, heaving.

A short while later, after mutual fumbling around in the dark for pieces of armour and clothes tossed aside in careless lust, tense silence bore into you. With the last piece of his chest armour clipped back in place, Wolffe grabbed his bucket from the counter.

“Until next time.” He nodded.

In a familiar way, you looked back at his face in the mirror as you smoothed out your tousled hair, “Bye, Wolffe.”

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From where he sat at the pack’s usual booth, Wolffe could see your radiant smile from across the room. You were here with your friends, a different group than usual tonight. That fact didn’t matter much to him though, as he reminisced about how the two of you usually ended your nights at 79’s blissfully ignorant of anything and anyone else. Usually.

Another man, a brother in lilac-painted armour, approached where you sat at the bar. Wolffe recognized him as a sergeant from the 308th Battalion but wasn’t aware of his name. Watching the scene unfold from beyond his glass, Wolffe sipped his whiskey. He scoffed at the sight, readying himself to watch you to turn down the other clone’s advances. You had done as much countless times before.

When you welcomed the man with an even wider smile and a hug, he felt his jaw clench involuntarily; felt fire starting to lick at his chest. You were talking and laughing together. What the fuck?

Maybe you were just being friendly, Wolffe quickly rationalized. Didn’t want to embarrass this guy with a flat-out rejection in front of all the people around you.

To his chagrin, you placed both hands on the sides of the other man’s face, but Wolffe couldn’t make out what you were saying to him over the din of the crowd. It was a familiar touch; a beaming kind of warmth you had never shown him.

“Oi, Wolffe, you want in on the next round?” Boost’s voice drew him back in to the pack’s chatter as they started a new game of sabacc. Giving you one last glance, he answered Boost with a nod.

“Yeah. I’m all in.”

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“That’s so not funny! One of these days you’re actually gonna hurt yourself. And then how would Sohla cope without you?!” You swatted Runaway’s purple-painted vambrace in jest.

“Ehh I’ll be careful. Promise! Would rather face the fury of a hundred clankers than your sister when she sees me injured,” he snickered. Runaway, like every other trooper, was hardwired for success on the battlefield. Although this was a fact that comforted the Republic, it brought much less serenity to a soldier’s personal relationships — something that was a sore and frequent contemplation for you too.

You met his mischievous eyes with a soft smile, “Good. Dinner with me and Sohla next time you’re back on leave, kay?”

“Deal. Have a good night! I’m headed back after this drink. Don’t get too crazy.” Runaway winked, as he turned to find his squad.

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” you shouted over the crowd.

Returning to your drink and your friends, you swivelled to face down the bar. Expecting to set eyes on him, your gaze wandered to the booth frequented by grey and white armoured men. When you peered through the haze and stray lights of the club, you finally settled on Wolffe’s usual spot. Instantly, your heart sank into your stomach.

Wolffe’s determined eyes never left yours as the Theelin on his lap worked her mouth, kissing down from his neck to his exposed chest. She had unbuttoned the collar of his uniform, but he was utterly disengaged as he drew a sip from his glass, glare holding steady at you.

You steeled your expression, refusing to let him see how you teetered on the edge of despair. Commanding your tears back, you broke from his stare and busied yourself at the bar.

As you attempted to distract yourself in meaningless conversation with the friend sat next to you, it seemed like time was losing its relativity around you. The image of Wolffe and the other woman was flashing uncontrollably through your brain.

When you saw the pink flash of her skin blur in your peripheral, you swallowed hard, as if to try and push down the emotion that wanted to burst from your chest. You snuck a glance to the side. She was heading towards the exit, Wolffe trailing with his hand in hers. Fuck.

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It was another night of the same osik, Wolffe thought to himself, as he leaned over the balcony. 79’s was chock full of troopers and natborns alike, drunk and horny and loud. The atmosphere was much less compelling from his position removed from the crowd. He had retreated to the top floor of the bar for a better vantage point after spending what felt like hours scanning the dense crowd from his spot in the pack’s booth.

Even now, any time Wolffe caught a glance of a trooper and their companion, he angled to see if it was your face beside theirs. It had been a futile exercise the whole evening.

Wolffe pondered your last interaction as he stared through the bottom of his empty glass. Your face had been so indifferent as you saw him with the Theelin those few nights ago. Like you didn’t care enough to express whatever it had made you feel. Like you didn’t care enough about him. Like you didn’t feel, at least not like he did.

There was a bitterness rising in the back of his throat, unpleasant but not an unwelcome distraction, as Wolffe resigned from his watch over the crowd. He’d had enough tonight.

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Downing the last of your fourth drink, you felt a bolstered sense of resolve.

“Why did you bring me out? Why are we out at all? You two already have partners!” you yelled, fighting a losing battle over the bump of the bass. Sohla and her friend Xyndi shared a mutual eye-roll at your displeasure.

Xyndi kept quiet, sipping her own cocktail, as Sohla argued back, “Girl, you could too, if you would stop terrorizing all the guys who came up to talk to you tonight!” She poked a manicured finger at your shoulder.

You chose to ignore her, flagging down the bartender for your fifth. It had been about a month since you’d been here last – when you last saw Wolffe. Unfortunately, you weren’t inebriated enough yet to forget that.

“Ooh, who’s that?” Xyndi giggled, as she craned her neck to view across the room.

“Oh, perfect.” Speak of the devil. It was Wolffe, strutting down the stairs, kama swinging at his hips. He was still in his armour tonight, a tougher choice for stripping down in public at least, you mused to yourself.

Sohla started, “Isn’t that…”

“Yeah. Tragically.” You finished.

“I knew tonight was gonna be fun.” Sohla smirked, taking a sip.

“Fuck you. Don’t. Leave me.” You gritted out, keenly aware of his trajectory towards your seats at the bar.

“No worries. Wouldn’t wanna miss the show!” she said with irritating glee. Xyndi was silent, still reserved, but her view fixated on Wolffe as he approached.

He reached the edge of this side of the bar, daringly close to where you sat, and stood patiently for the bartender. You focused on something in the opposite direction. Feeling a familiar stare linger at your back, your senses were confirmed as Xyndi’s eyes flicked between yours, and where Wolffe’s likely laid behind you.

He made a noise that was half-grunt, half-clearing of the throat. You stayed rooted in place, refusing to acknowledge his ambiguous greeting.

“Had your fill of clones tonight, then?” Wolffe sneered. Asshole.

“What, were you watching me?” you turned to face him.

“Maybe.” He looked shocked at his own honesty.

“What’s your fucking problem, Wolffe?”

“You, obviously.”

“Oh, I know. What, you’ve fucked everyone else on your roster, now you’re interested in me again? That it?” you spat at him.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” he grumbled.

You narrowed your eyes, confusion clouding the anger he had drawn out, “Then tell me what it’s about.” He worked his jaw, deliberating for a second. Flashing a side-eyed look over to Sohla and Xyndi, he left you with a glare as he stalked away.

“Hey, we’re not done,” you hopped off the bar stool, tailing him through the maze of bodies that was 79’s tonight.

You caught up to him as he turned into an empty back corridor. He faced away from you; fists clenched at his sides.

“There is no roster,” he spoke, his voice quiet, and the most unsteady you had ever heard.

“O-Okay…” you struggled to respond, unfamiliar with this dynamic between you. “Not enough hookups to fill a roster, just a list then,” you poked, hopeful your levity could break the discomfort.

“No. There isn’t any list. Anything. Anyone else.” His voice was genuine, and more secure now. You could feel heat creeping up your neck, threatening to spill into your whole chest and face.

“Last time, the Theelin.” You muttered. Wolffe turned now, his eyes captivating your attention.

“We didn’t. I went back to the barracks, alone.”

“So, why, what is this? What are you trying to say?”

“Fuck. I like you. Okay?” He sounded exasperated, “I-I’m not good at this. I just don’t want you to hate me. I’m sorry.”

You broke out into a nervous, incredulous laugh, “Oh. Why didn’t you just say that?” He looked wounded by your amusement, eyes widening slightly. Attempting to mend the perceived blow to his ego, you reached for one of his gloved hands, taking it in both of yours. “Sorry, it’s, I-I like you, too.” You affirmed with squeeze as you smiled up at his face.

Wolffe’s mouth hung open a little as he tried to process your identical confession. “Why didn’t you say that?”

“I didn’t want to say it first,” you shot him a joking frown.

He chuckled, “Neither did I.”

“You’re an idiot.” You scoffed.

“Yeah, well.” He pulled you in from where you held his hand. Your foreheads rested together, as he brought his down to meet yours. He freed his hand, moving to cradle your cheek and neck tenderly. Heartbeat thundering in your ears, and a giddy kind of thrill warming you now, you matched his smile. Your lips brushed with a gentleness unfelt before, as your hands reached around his armoured waist. Wolffe pulled back, smiling still, “Sorry.”

Laughing, you kissed him again, “I’ll get over it.”

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ESPECIALLY when they fidget with them rings, adjusting them slightly, moving them up and down, HANDS ARE WAY TOO ATTRACTIVE

sorry gonna have to give me a week to function again after the image of a CLONE WEARING RINGS

being on tumblr has taught me that girls see men's hands the same way men see tits, therefore from now on i will be constantly covering my hands with gloves to protect them from the horny female gaze

kanan and hunter having the same nose…

KANAN AND HUNTER HAVING THE SAME NOSE

SOMEONE OPEN A FUCKING WINDOW

Ok I’m going extra filthy for this one! 😜

92. “Fuck, knowing that you’re walking around filled with my cum has me so hard.”

With…….Cody. 🤭

👀 Oh my…well let’s jump right into it, shall we?

Pairing: Cody x fem!Reader

Warnings: piv sex, creampies, dirty talk, Cody 😩

Word count: 595 (new record!!!)

“Be a good girl, and hold yourself open for me,” Cody instructed, as he bent you over his desk.

“Cody, I have a presentation,” you whined, your heated skin chilled by the surface of his desk against your face and the plastoid of his armor against your thighs.

“Relax, you won’t be late…unless I have to remind you how to behave,” he replied, his voice soothing, even as his gloved hands dug into your hips with bruising force.

You complied, reaching back and holding yourself open to invite him to take what belonged to him. You hadn’t had enough time to prepare though, and despite how slick you were, the stretch as he filled your cunt was enough to drive you insane. As his hips met your ass, driving his cock into that perfect place deep inside, a moan of sheer pleasure escaped you.

“I love how you sound, little one, but I need you quiet.”

Cody proceeded to push two of his fingers past your lips, not even bothering to remove the glove. Obediently, you sucked on them, letting them muffle your desperate moans.

“So good for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, whimpering as he pulled back, letting you feel every inch of him before sinking back inside of your wet heat. The presentation was driven further and further out of your mind with every thrust.

“Play with yourself, mesh’la. I need to feel you coming for me.”

Eagerly, you shoved a hand between your legs, gathering as much of your slick as you could before rubbing well practiced circles over your sensitive clit.

Cody growled softly, as he rolled his hips, and felt your walls beginning to flutter around his length.

You trembled beneath him, whining around his fingers for permission.

“Cum for me, cyare,” He instructed, and you happily tumbled into the abyss with a muffled groan of relief.

The rhythmic clench of your walls around his cock, pulled Cody into the depths of pleasure alongside you. Hot ribbons of his release filled you, marking you as his just as he intended.

There hadn’t been any time to clean up, and while every moment under Cody’s skilled hands had been absolute bliss, you knew what you looked like.

Lips swollen, lipstick faded, a mark on your face where an errant stylus had been trapped beneath you. You’d clearly been handled and quite roughly.

“Fuck, knowing that you’re walking around filled with my cum has me so hard,” Cody said quietly, as the pair of you made your way to the briefing room.

A shiver raced down your spine, as he offered for you to enter ahead of him.

You just needed to get through an incredibly short explanation of what was needed to stock up the med bay, and which droids needed replacing and why. Five minutes tops.

You spoke quickly, and efficiently, doing your best to ignore Cody, leaning against the back wall, and watching your every move. In contrast to your appearance, Cody looked perfectly regal as always. Like he hadn’t just had you bent over his desk begging to cum. Like your panties weren’t currently in his pocket.

You shifted under the weight of his gaze, the heat in your body rising with every passing moment. You cleared your throat, resisting the urge to fan yourself, as you completed your presentation. Four minutes. Perfect.

You were nearly home free, but then General Kenobi invited you to walk with him to the bridge. The smirk on Cody’s face was so smug, you suspected he’d known this would happen all along.

THIS WAS PERFECTTTT

the festival was so sweet 😭 i love pabu fics

AND HUNTER OH. MY. GOD.

my new favorite hunter piece 🙌

Craving

Summary: Hunter sees you in a dress and doesn’t know how long he can wait to get his hands on you.

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. 18+. Smut, PiV, cunnilingus. Established relationship. Hunter being horny.

Word Count: 3500

Author’s Note: Wow this took me way longer than anticipated to finish! This is a spiritual successor to my Crosshair fic Handful. There was a dear anon who requested this (awhile ago, I’m sorry it took me awhile haha).

Please enjoy Hunter being horny over reader in a dress. Once again, this takes place on Pabu where everyone is happy. It’s what they all deserve, dammit! Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy. 💛

Hunter was suffering. He was absolutely, positively suffering.

His grip on the supply container was faltering, his eyes transfixed on you at the end of the dock.

Hunter was supposed to be helping Wrecker haul supplies from the dock to where the festival was being set up, but he hadn't made much progress, or any at all.

You were wearing a new dress, one that immediately resulted in all of Hunter’s senses going haywire when he saw you in it earlier in the day.

You had emerged from the bedroom adorned in the lightweight sundress, rushing out the door with Omega to meet Phee at the docks to help with setup.

You had volunteered to help Phee and Shep put on a cultural festival, taking on most of the organizational tasks, so you’ve been busy the last week with last-minute setup duties.

Games, food, performances, it was going to have all the works. You wanted it to be perfect for everyone, and today was the day.

You kissed him quickly on the lips, saying you’d see him later.

Before he could even respond or compliment the new clothing, you and Omega were gone.

Hunter was left with the image of your backside jiggling under the flimsy, short dress as you shut the front door of your shared bungalow behind you.

Your shoulders and neck were completely exposed, thighs on full display. Thighs that he already knew were going to be wrapped around his head later that evening.

How you looked in that split-second has been replaying in his brain all day, waiting for the moment he can get you alone, thinking of all the delicious cries he’ll pull from your plump lips as he pleasures you beyond comprehension.

He needed to feel you under his hands and see how much more of you he can get to jiggle under that dress. Hunter needed to trace your curves and peel back the thin material inch by inch, tasting and worshiping every centimeter of your body.

“Hunter, ya need help?” Wrecker stepped in front of him, blocking Hunter’s view of you, interrupting his fantasy.

Hunter blinked, coming back to reality.

Wrecker had easily hauled his share of supplies and Hunter’s pile was almost untouched.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m just a bit distracted today.” Hunter huffed as he lifted the crate fully. Wrecker grabbed a few more, precariously balancing them in his arms.

“Heh, I’m excited about the festival, too!” Wrecker smiled, assuming Hunter was distracted for other reasons.

“Everyone has been working hard to make it happen. I heard there’s going to be LOTS of good food!” Hunter nodded, half-listening while watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You were inspecting a crate of unfamiliar-looking fruits, making sure they were acceptable to sell at the festival.

A slight breeze coming off the sea was rustling your dress, lifting the hem and exposing more of your thighs, giving Hunter another view that made his body burn under the already hot sun.

Hunter swallowed thickly, feeling sweaty as he walked with Wrecker, thinking he might not be able to wait until after the festival to have his way with you.

The sun was setting over the calm ocean, a full moon peeking out from behind clouds, stars blinking into existence as the sky turned a deep purple.

The festival was in full swing, laugher, music, and mouth-watering scents hanging in the air. Hunter barely had a chance to talk to you all day, since you were busy making sure the festival was going according to plan.

As he walked through the crowd, he spotted Crosshair with Omega at one of the game booths, while Wrecker was chatting up one of the food vendors.

Tech was with Phee, trying to explain in excruciating detail the significance of a cultural dance that was being performed.

Echo was sharing wine with a local artist, admiring their paintings, though his eyes were mostly admiring the artist.

Hunter smiled to himself, pleased to see his family just be…happy.

Comfortable.

Ordinary.

Hunter never imagined himself settling down anywhere with anyone. Yet here he was, with you, the love of his life, and Omega, who now has stability and can be the child she deserved to be.

Ever since you all decided to settle on Pabu, you immersed yourself with the people of the island, often helping Phee in the museum, cataloging artifacts, and helping newcomers settle into their new lives.

Hunter was proud of you, seeing how much work and energy you put into making this festival happen and knew how much it meant to you for it to be successful.

Hunter was scanning the crowd, trying to find you. You were still busy, running around and making sure all the festival-goers were satisfied.

You needed to remember to enjoy yourself, too, and Hunter was going to make sure of that.

Hunter grabbed two cups of wine, finally finding you in the crowd.

You were speaking with some musicians who were about to begin their performance, making sure they started on time to ensure the performers after them stayed on schedule.

Hunter couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful you looked in the setting sun, his heart swelling at how lucky he was to have you. Something else began to swell in his pants, watching your hips sway under the silky looking dress material. You were still wearing the dress from earlier, his fantasy not forgotten.

You heard your name, turned, and saw Hunter walk toward you, holding the wine.

You excused yourself from the musicians, realizing you hadn’t seen him all day. You felt a little guilty, smiling as he approached you.

“Everything going okay, mesh’la?”

You nodded, taking the wine you realized you needed.

“Yes, even though I just had to tell Crosshair to cool it on the ring-tossing game. You won’t believe how many stuffed tookas Omega has now…”

Hunter chuckled as he kissed your temple, his arm coming around your lower back, bringing you in close.

“Everyone is having a good time…do you have time to take a break? I’ve missed you today.”

You let out a soft sigh. “I know…you know how I can get. I just wanted tonight to go perfectly for everyone.”

You sipped the sweet wine, watching Hunter’s eyes darken as he pulled away, his eyes roaming your form.

“It is, I promise. You should be proud of yourself for organizing this. I’m proud of you.”

You smiled at his words, feeling his hand ghost across the top of your ass. “Thank you, Hunter. I feel like I owe it to the people here for accepting us so quickly.” Hunter nodded in agreement, still subtly feeling up your ass.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to watch the performance, but I think you have something else on your mind.” You raised your eyebrows at him, seeing a familiar glint of need in his eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you how irresistible you look in this dress.” His voice dropped an octave into a smokey whisper as his lips brushed over your earlobe. “I’d love to show you…if you have the time.”

Hunter moved his arm from your waist, running his hand down your side, lightly pinching at your hip, feeling the fabric between his fingertips.

Kriff, it was softer than he imagined. Hunter’s hungry eyes met yours, and you knew what he was thinking.

You sipped your wine, a coy smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you. I was hoping you’d like it. I think I do have time for a break.”

You traced your hand over his chest, throwing him a devilish look. Hunter took that as a yes, quickly taking the wine from you and setting both your cups down.

He took your arm, leading you through the crowd until you were on the outskirts of the activities. You quickly walked down an empty corridor, the sounds of the celebration fading.

Mesh’la…” He growled in your ear as he led you down an empty alleyway, smelling the wine on his breath.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer…to show you how good you look.” His dexterous fingers slid up your body, the flimsy material of the dress exciting him, knowing what lays beneath.

You shuddered as he licked your earlobe, gently taking it into his mouth before lightly dragging his canines ran down your neck.

You were trying to stay quiet, but his alluring utterances and touches forced whimpers to leave your lips.

“I need you.” His voice was ragged, breathing in the sweet arousal on your skin, mixing with the salty twilight air.

You grasped his wide shoulders as he nipped and sucked at your skin, feeling his cock harden against your stomach. You let out a whine at the sensation, your own need growing intensely.

“Can you feel what you do to me?” He husked, pulling away and looking directly into your eyes. “Every since I saw you this morning, I’ve been wanting to fuck you in this dress.” You could feel how wet your panties were now, realizing how turned on he was by your outfit.

Hunter’s lips were on yours, vigorous and all-consuming. Your knees buckled at his eager kiss as he slipped the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

“H-Hunter someone could see…” you broke away from his impassioned kiss momentarily, realizing how hot and heavy you were getting in the alleyway. His chest reverberated with a deep laugh.

“Let them see - let them see how lucky I am to have someone like you…” his lips were on you again, this time his large hands slipping over your ass, giving a hearty squeeze that made you squeal.

Hunter’s grip slipped under your thighs, hauling you up and pressing you into the wall. Your arms flew around his neck for purchase, his groin pressing hotly into your center.

“But maybe it’s time to head home, what do you think?” He sucked on your collarbone, kissing up to your bare shoulder, nibbling and sucking as he went. “We have the place to ourselves, let’s make good use of it, hm? I’ve been biding my time to get you alone.”

You nodded, remembering Omega was spending the night with Lyana after the festival.

“I don’t think we’ll be missed, we won’t be gone for too long…” Hunter stopped, waiting for your answer.

You slid your palm down to his crotch, rubbing his painfully hard length through his pants, giving him your answer. “I suppose I can reward you for your patience.” You purred, palming him slowly. “I won’t make you wait any longer.”

The second you got through the front door, Hunter was all over you. His hands roamed, bunching up the fabric of your dress, sliding up your thighs, over your hips, and squeezing your breasts through the dress.

Goosebumps erupted all over your hot skin, even in the tropical Pabu air.

Craving burned hot in your veins, your nails digging into his wavy locks. You tugged lightly, causing him to groan against your mouth, knowing he liked it when you pulled at his hair.

You don’t remember when he removed your panties and bra, or how you got on the bed, but now he was hovering over you, his clothes discarded.

A predatory look flashed in his eyes as he took all of you in beneath him.

The way the dress hugged your features, leaving little to the imagination, set his senses ablaze.

He could see your hard nipples poking through the dress, your delicious curves highlighted almost sinfully as you gazed up at him, the same want in your eyes as was in his.

The feeling of the soft fabric was maddening, greedily grabbing fistfuls of your soft flesh as his hands explored your voluptuous form.

He was still groping as he planted wet, sloppy kisses up to your ear.

“I want to take you in this dress.” Hunter licked at your pulse point, feeling your heart rate increase under his tongue.

“How do you want me?” You gasped, needing more of him by the second.

“I want you on my face.”

His voice was husky, his words thick with feverish cravings that sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“Is that okay?”

You nodded dumbly, your thoughts muddled by passion.

Hunter let out a low grunt of approval as he rolled off you, laying on his back, beckoning you to him. How could you deny him, especially when he looked like this?

His eyes were hooded, his breath labored, some of his curly hair falling haphazardly out of his bandana. Hunter’s control was already unraveling and you’ve barely gotten started.

“I know how wet you are, mesh’la. Let me help you. Let me taste your perfect pussy.”

A shudder ran down your spine as you you crawled over and positioned yourself over his head, hiking up your dress as your thighs surrounded his face. You braced yourself on the headboard, looking down at the man between your legs.

Hunter’s pupils were blown with wild lust as he gazed up at your pussy, his mouth watering with anticipation.

“I don’t want to-I don’t want to hurt you or-“ You whispered, trembling at his breath ghosting over your exposed cunt.

Hunter chuckled, carefully caressing your thighs, his touch gentle. “You could never hurt me. And if this is how I go, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He gave your thighs a curt squeeze.

“Now sit on me, please.”

Hunter clutched the soft flesh of your ass, keeping your dress pulled up as he drew you down to his mouth. The second his tongue eagerly lapped at your folds, you let out a high-pitched whimper, your chin falling to your chest. “Hunter…! Oh, stars…”

Hunter began licking and probing, switching between fucking you as deep as he could with his tongue and suckling on your clit. It was almost overwhelming, your airy mewls becoming heavy moans as Hunter devoured you from beneath.

Hunter let out a primal growl as your arousal soaked his face. Your inner thighs were now coated in your slick, your clit swelling with every suck and pass of his tongue.

All your nerves were on fire, heat bubbling in your lower belly, the obscene sounds of Hunter lapping and practically purring beneath you was building your release quickly.

Hunter’s senses were ablaze, his hips instinctually bucking, his cock weeping as his face remained buried underneath you, intensely focused on your pleasure.

Hunter loved feeling the weight and warmth of you on his face, hearing every sweet cry that left your lips, inhaling the scent of your sex. It was almost overwhelmingly perfect. You were perfect.

He was at the core of you, and there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Hunter’s fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, your dress bunched in his fists as he licked long stripes up and down your swollen lips. He made sure to keep the pressure on your clit, feeling your thigh muscles constrict around his head.

“Hunter…I’m close…don’t stop…” You could barely form a coherent sentence as he continued his feast.

Your thighs were quivering, your dress sticking to your body, and you were letting the most lewd sounds escape your throat, not holding back and letting Hunter know how he was making you feel.

You were gripping the headboard so hard you thought it might crack under your grip.

Burning heat was licking in your loins, a molten coil tightening and threatening to spring loose with every move of Hunter’s tongue, his thick muscle rolling and pressing against your clit.

You glanced down, finding it tough to keep your eyes open, and the look in Hunter’s eyes looking back at you between your legs was what sent you over the edge.

His eyes were blown with lust, black and deep, a carnal determination to feel your release on his tongue and taste every drop.

You threw your head back, his name a chant leaving your lips as you convulsed over him, your muscles spasming up as your orgasm rocked your entire being.

Hunter let out a satisfied groan, keeping you down tight against his face, letting you grind and ride your orgasm against him, not slowing his tongue and lips sucking at your clit. He didn’t want to miss a single drop.

You began to relax, your thighs now jelly, trying to get air back in your lungs. Hunter’s ministrations slowed, and you slid off of him, laying at his side.

“Mesh’la…” Hunter made no move to clean off his face, shining with your juices.

“I’ve been waiting all day for that. You taste incredible. As always.”

You were trying to come back down from the atmosphere, your mind spinning with the intensity of your orgasm, but still needing more.

“Now, how do you want me?”

Hunter asked, sultry as he licked some of your slick off his lips, savoring your taste.

“In your lap. I want to ride your cock.” You knew this was one of his favorite positions since he was able to feel all of you, and it made his heightened senses short-circuit every time.

Hunter didn’t need another second to comply, maneuvering himself to sit against the headboard. “Yes, ma’am.”

His eyes flashed as you sat up, lowering yourself in his lap. “Take my cock. I’m all yours.”

“Do you still want the dress on?” You asked sweetly, sliding your still sensitive pussy against his throbbing cock.

“Yes.” He rubbed his hands on your ass, feeling the soft fabric and your supple flesh underneath, the sensations driving him mad. “Kriff, yes.”

He pressed his face into your neck as you lowered yourself on top, taking in all of him. The stretch was wonderful, finally having him inside you, hearing the hitch in his breathing as he bottomed out.

Hunter grunted, feeling your tight muscle clench around him.

“You look ‘sgood in this dress…feel ‘so good…I love you…” He slurred as you bounced on him, all of the sensations you were giving him building almost too quickly.

You grasped at his shoulders for leverage, moving up and down, feeling every ridge and vein of his thick cock against your walls, your whines and mewls matching his deep groans as you increase your pace.

You knew he wouldn’t last long like this, and didn’t want him to hold back.

Hunter clutched your waist, thrusting up against you to match yours, driving deeper into you.

Your sounds, your smell, he could feel his end building fast.

“I’m not going to last…” He rasped, now licking at your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress, adding to your pleasure. His thrusts up into you became stronger, hitting that magical spot so deep inside you, your eyes rolled back into your head.

Hunter hastily slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders once again, tugging the front down to expose your breasts,needing to feel your pebbled nipples on his tongue.

All you could do was let out breathy gasps, another orgasm building to a breaking point with each snap of his hips and debauched slurp as he sloppily sucked your tits.

“Hunter…I love you…I love the way you make me feel…oh stars…keep going…” Your words faded into gibberish as his mouth teased and tantalized your breasts, his movements becoming erratic.

“Cum for me. I want to hear you, feel you…cum on my cock…please…” Hunter’s voice was guttural, desperate, murmuring between suckling and nipping at your tits with his teeth.

You were delirious at this point, your breasts being ravished by his mouth as he kneaded and groped your thighs and ass, his cock bringing you closer and closer to the glorious edge with every frantic movement of his hips.

“Hunter…you feel so good, make me feel so good…”

“That’s right…you take me so well, you’re beautiful like this…I can feel everything…”

Not only was he feeling his pleasure, he could feel yours too.

Hunter could hear every subtle change in pitch of your moans, feel every muscle twitch in your cunt as you milked him, smell the overpowering scent of your sweat and arousal…he was undone.

Hunter let out a muffled shout against your chest as he came hard, erupting inside you. Hunter wrapped his arms around your torso, tugging you flush against him as he rode out his pleasure.

His cock twitched and swelled inside you as he frantically bucked his hips, filling you to the brim, feeling the warmth spread in your cunt.

Only you were graced with the privilege to see your Sergeant fall apart like this. He was a mess, letting out low moans as his senses amplified every sensation.

Your orgasm followed right after, his cock rubbing your clit in just the right way, still sensitive from before. You cried his name like a prayer of devotion, holding him close as ecstasy blossomed throughout your body. “Hunter…oh Maker…Hunter…!”

Hunter kept his head huddled into your neck, his breath fanning across your chest as he listened to your heartbeat and felt your wet warmth flutter around his softening cock.

Your movements slowed, basking in one another, not quite ready for him to leave you or for you to leave him.

You couldn’t help but let out a tired chuckle as he looked up at you, a small smile on his lips, his face still glistening with your juices from before.

“Was that a nice enough break?” He whispered. You smiled back at him, kissing him softly.

“Yes.” Was all you could say, still trying to catch your breath. You moved off him, laying down on the bed, already missing how he felt buried inside you as you re-adjusted your dress.

Hunter hummed in contentment, rising off the bed and heading into the refresher. He walked back moments later with a damp towel, wiping the inside of your thighs and gently cleaning you up.

“You’re a mess.” He smirked. “You can’t go back to the festival looking like this.”

You sat up, playfully nudging his shoulder. “I have you to thank for that.”

Hunter kissed you, cupping your cheek and tracing his thumb over your flushed face. “I can’t help that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. With or without the dress.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, nuzzling your face.

“I’ll have to add it into my weekly rotation.” You teased. “I’d prefer daily.” Hunter smirked, kissing you sweetly again.

Hunter laid next to you, and you rested your head against his chest, tracing your fingertips over his tattoo that ran down his torso. “We should get back soon…” You muttered.

Hunter’s eyes were closed, his breathing slow. “Mmm…yeah…” was all he could muster.

“If I’m not there to stop Crosshair from winning every game, there won’t be prizes left for anyone.” Hunter laughed, cracking open his eyes. “We better get back then.” Neither of you moved, still relishing in one another.

You hummed, thinking. “Ten more minutes won’t hurt.”

Hunter smiled. “Fifteen?”

“Omega might come back with an army of stuffed tookas by then.”

Hunter playfully sighed. “Okay, ten minutes. But only if you promise to wear that dress the rest of the night.”

Hunter may not be a soldier any longer, but his reflexes and strength still remained.

He had you pinned underneath him in an instant, his lips centimeters from yours. “I’m not done with you, yet.”

Your breath hitched at his provocative promise for later, one that he fulfilled over and over again after the festival ended, even after your dress was long discarded.

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we all know i’m a sucker for rex

but i’m an even bigger sucker for sub!rex

and my love you fucking nailed it with this piece 🫡

2. “I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that.”

w/ Rex and a Jedi!Reader 🫣

💙💙-Sev

SEV! I hope you're proud of what this request did to me!! You know I'm weak for Rex, but Rex AND a jedi!reader??? Please take this (surprisingly emotional) filth, I hope you like it.

Rex x Jedi!reader 18+ content, minors DNI 800 words (exactly!? dang) Warnings for: blindfolds/sensory play, sub Rex, soft dom reader, inappropriate use of the force, Deeja caring about the ~emotions~ of the sexy times.

The role of a clone captain was…complicated.

On one hand, he was an officer, a complete authority who could make his men fall in line with nothing but a look. On the other, he was bred to follow orders, blindly, if his Jedi demanded it. But the longer Rex served with Skywalker, the more he felt in control. Of his mind, of his body, his destiny. Skywalker, Tano…you, none of his Jedi had ever made him feel like he didn’t have agency.

So, the Captain grew accustomed to being in control. 

Rex never knew the pleasures that could come from being vulnerable. He was always in charge, always leading and giving orders, never weak, never at anyone’s mercy. And he certainly never thought he would want to be put under anyone’s control.

Until he was with you.

Yes, you loved handing the reins over to him, you loved giving him the chance to be in full command, to show him you were his in every sense of the word. That he could have anything he wanted from you, and you’d beg him to take more. However, you also loved taking care of him. Loved taking him apart in every sense of the word and showing him pleasures he couldn’t even dream of.

Logically, he knew he was still in your quarters, knew he was safe, that there was nothing that could hurt him here. Still, having one of his essential senses taken away, being cast into darkness sent his skin tinglingly, his ears ringing. His nerves were clawing at him, hissing that danger lurked near by, that he needed to correct the loss before he-

“Shh, you’re alright, Rex, I’ve got you.”

Your voice was there to calm him, hands soothing him with their touch in an instant, like always, sensing anything and everything amiss in his heart and soul.

The Captain almost whimpered at the way your hand stroked his hair, the way it traveled down to cup his cheek, thumb running lovingly along his lip. The blindfold was still so new, but the feel of you put him at ease like warm water on a cold night.

“I know,” was all he managed to choke out, and even that was lost to your kiss when you pressed your lips to his. 

He knew his senses of smell and taste hadn’t actually increased, but, having to rely on them in the absence of his eyes made the scent of your skin and sweetness of your lips all the more intoxicating. 

That’s what made him whimper.

Rex felt you smile against him and you slid your hand from his cheek to cup his neck, pulling him deeper into the sensation of you. His skin tingled when you ran your other hand down his naked back, fingers barely gracing his flesh.

But then, he felt something else, another pleasant, warm touch across his chest, grazing his pecs, brushing his nipples to draw another whining sound from him. Rex lost all control of his noises when a fourth sensation ran through his hair, making his scalp tingle delightfully.

Only then did you release his lip and he almost lost his will to speak as you covered his throat in gentle, nipping kisses. No, what made him lose his voice was the fact that your hands and the other ghostly touches were still moving across his body; holding him, stroking him, lavishing him with attention that made his neglected cock ache.

“Fuck- cyare,” he breathed, and if it wasn’t for the ecstasy coursing through him, he might have winced at how needy he sounded. “I- I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that, like a toy-”

He let out a guttural moan when a feather-like sensation brushed along his shaft. Maker, he was glad that the blindfold soaked up the tears that sprang to the corners of his eyes.

“Oh?” your tone was teasing, and he turned his head into the sound on instinct, needing to fill all his remaining senses with you as much as possible. “Are you complaining, Captain?”

Rex swallowed hard, barely resisting the urge to buck his hips forward into whatever it was you were doing with your divine gifts. He couldn’t even tell if it was that, or your actual hand that gripped his ass cheek when he didn’t answer right away.

“Rex,” your warm breath brushed his lips, “talk to me, do you want me to stop?” A light, reassuring press of your own lips to his, “Tell me what you want, my love.”

Another desperate sound left him before he could form the words, but thankfully, they came quick enough at your encouragement, “Don’t stop, cyare, please, I need you, all of you.”

And by the force, did you reward him for that.

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PERFECTION

Sweet Like Sugar

Summary: He's a frequent visitor to your pastry shop on Coruscant. He's not just there for your delicious cakes.

Pairing: Jesse x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, innuendos galore, food, oral, Jesse eats pussy like a man starved, definitely an OSHA violation or several

A/N: Umm yeah. You're welcome.

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You back into the counter behind you, hands gripping the plastoid on his shoulders for support. He’s still in his armor, his helmet deserted somewhere on a table. He tastes like the pastry he’d been eating as you closed the shop, always happy to help you clear leftovers. He doesn’t get many opportunities to eat real food, much less sweets. He devours your mouth like he did the pastries you gave him, his hands trailing down your back until they reach your hips. 

He comes in every time they’re on shore leave. Sometimes he brings others with him, sometimes he comes alone. They’d shown up randomly one day, the first clone troopers to grace your humble little pastry shop. You’ve come to look forward to their visits, sporadic as they are. 

You mostly look forward to seeing Jesse. 

He was not your type, but yet, he managed to charm his way into your heart. Those big expressive eyes, his sweet demeanor, the politeness with which he regarded you. Maybe it was loneliness, or maybe it was the way he looked at you like you were something special. Like you were more than just the pastry shop owner that gave them free pastries when they came to visit. 

It hadn’t taken long for him to start staying as long as he could, and then past closing. He did it to make sure you were safe as you locked up the shop, but you knew he just wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. 

You’re not sure exactly when things had pushed past the physical barrier, but you weren’t complaining. Jesse is more than happy to give, and you were never left unsatisfied. 

His lips leave yours, trailing down your neck. Your head drops back, giving him space to work as he licks and nips at your skin. He claims you always taste sweet, coated in sugar from hours of baking and frosting and drizzling and sprinkling. You think you probably taste like sweat and a hard day’s work. 

His hands move, dexterously untying your apron from the back. He pulls away long enough to toss it on the counter behind you, his mouth returning to your throat, slowly working its way lower. You sigh his name, fingers tracing the plastoid armor covering his body. He’s so big, so broad and thick as he presses against you. What you wouldn’t give to peel the armor off, to see him and feel him as he is. 

He sucks a mark onto your collarbone before he’s pulling away, dropping to his knees in front of you, the plastoid armor clicking against the tile floor. “Need to taste you.” He says, his hands tugging at the waistband of your skirt. 

“Please, Jesse.” You whine, pressing your hips forward into his hands.

He smirks, tugging your skirt down, one hand closing around the back of one knee to help you step out of it. He grips the other knee, pulling your skirt off entirely before tossing it on the counter with your apron. Your underwear is soaked, knowing exactly where this was heading as soon as he snuck behind the counter. He had waited patiently as you’d cleaned up, even sweeping and mopping the floor for you. He was always so sweet, always so helpful. 

He slips your underwear down your legs, tucking them into a pocket on his belt. His hands trace up your legs, squeezing your thighs before he’s pulling them apart, widening your stance. You press back against the counter, hands closing around the edge for support. His hands continue up your thighs until they’re closed around your hips, holding you as he leans forward. 

He trails kisses down your pelvis, pressing a kiss to your clit before he’s closing his lips around it, sucking. You gasp, grip tightening around the counter behind you. He groans, licking a stipe up your slit before he focuses on your clit again, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. 

Jesse eats pussy like he eats pastries, like he’s trying to devour you to get to the sweet cream inside. 

He sucks on your clit again, your knees buckling at the sensation. You haven’t touched yourself since you saw him last, far too busy to allow yourself such pleasure. You also know it’s not going to be the same. Nothing is ever going to compare to him, to that mouth, those skilled fingers. 

“Kriff, Jesse.” Your hand shoots out, clutching the back of his head. 

“So sweet.” He moans, suckling at your clit. “Just like sugar.” 

Your eyes roll back as he flicks his tongue against your clit, your hips pressing closer to his face. He swirls his tongue around your clit, strong hands holding your hips still as he relentlessly teases your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Gonna cum,” You gasp, head falling back as he doesn’t let up, closing his lips around your clit as he drives you over the edge. 

He shifts lower, mouth closing around your pussy as he slurps at your release, nose bumping against your clit as he works you through your orgasm. You’re panting, chest heaving as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you until you’re shaking with overstimulation, legs threatening to give out. 

He pulls away, chin shining with your slick as he stares up at you. “So sweet.” He groans, licking his lips, squeezing your hips as you gain control of your legs once more. “Always so sweet for me.” He stands up to his full height, pressing you back against the counter. He leans into your neck, tracing his nose along your skin until he reaches your ear, warm breath fanning over the sensitive skin. “I’m going to take you home, lay you out like a dessert and taste every inch of you. I’m going to devour you until the only thing you can think of is my name and how good I make you feel.” 

You whimper quietly, hands lifting to grip his arms for support as your legs turn to jelly once more. “Is that a promise?” You whisper shakily. 

“Oh, sweet girl.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “It’s a guarantee.” 

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my turn :)

rex (obvi)

hunter

wolffe

cody

howzer

i would like to also mention kix, mayday, fives, gregor and jesse! because i wouldn’t feel right if they weren’t up there too 🤩

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I've decided to make a chain/tag game! (although anyone can join)

*takes deep breath*

WHO'S YOUR TOP CLONE-CRUSHES?!

I'll start

Rex

Howser

Kix

Jesse

Fox

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PLEASEEEE I WOULD BUY 10

inspired by this little prompt (x) 💕

WOW WOW WOW WOW

THANK YOU SM FOR TAGGING ME

MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED 🤩

Oh my goodness. Your art has been such a blessing to the dash! 😍 I want to reblog them all again, haha. Maybe I’ll actually use the queue for once! 🤓 I’m amazed at how you nail their animation appearance! 🔥👏🏼 If you’re entertaining requests, and it tickles your fancy, might you grace us with a lil Howzer action next? Like the Mayday/Gregor goodness?! No worries if not! Can’t hurt to ask! 😜💕 Either way, thank you for all the beauty!

it's coming! I had to put the guys (May and Greg) together to fit in Tech and Howzer, it's on it's way but this collection has been underway for a while.

I'm also currently working on a few other projects that are also kind of ambiguous.. but I want to take my time to release stuff i can be proud of. Thank you for enabling me💕

reblogging this again 😩

✨Men who dual wield✨

reblog if you agree

IM BLUSHING STOP

THIS IS TOO POWERFUL

OKAY ANOTHER ONE THAT HAS ME DEAD

i concur 😌

Captain rexs big fat juicy thighs

SOOOO GOOOD 😩

Kira, I come to humbly ask for spice prompts 66 and 68 with your man Wolffe please 💝

TY FOR THE REQUEST BETH!!!! i had so much fun writing this 🤭

follow the rules

Pairing: Wolffe x f!reader, reader insert

Rating: Explicit (FILTH!!!!) Minors DNI

Word Count: 1k

Content Warnings: choking, fingering, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, cum eating

Read on AO3: here

Prompt(s): “Do you really think behaving like that is going to get you what you want?” & “God, you’re filthy, you know that? So fucking wet from my hand around your throat.”

Suggested playlist for reading:

I Wanna Be Yours by The Arctic Monkeys

You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood

Love is a Bitch by Two Feet

Note: I HC that in a relationship, Wolffe needs to make his partner come before he even touches himself.

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A tangle of mouths and lips and teeth overwhelmed all sense as the two of you crashed through the doorway of your apartment.

“This way,” you managed, as he stole the breath from between your kisses. Wolffe hummed in response, still lost in an exploration of your mouth. Moving down to caress your neck — first with loving licks, then sharp nips — Wolffe tutted disapprovingly.

“That’s not where this happens,” he scolded, “You know that mesh’la.”

“I-I don’t wanna wait,” you whined, trying to pull him towards the couch. Your attempt was useless, his broad shoulders immovable. He continued his work at your neck, teeth drawing exquisite and heady pleasure. An unexpected gasp left your mouth. His hands cradled your head, fingers tangled through your hair, gripping firm and steady. Whispering against your pulse point, Wolffe was adamant.

“Do you really think behaving like that is going to get you what you want? You know how we do this.”

“But… But you teased me all night.” His lips on your neck made it damn near impossible to keep a train of thought. “Made me want you. I want to see you, feel you.” You palmed over the crotch of his pants, eager to free his hardening cock.

Pulling away with a dark chuckle, Wolffe moved to caress your chin between his fingers, removing your touch with his other hand.

“That’s very sweet of you.” He whispered, kissing your forehead. “But all I want,” lips trailing down to your nose, “Is to see you, laid out, with your perfect tits and pretty pussy exposed for me.” He returned to your mouth, tongue swiping past your lips as you whimpered with anticipation. “You know how much I need to taste your sweet cunt.”

“Mmm.” You were floating in a cloud of desire, oblivious to everything, until you felt his lips depart. His strong hands twisted your body where you stood, still in the foyer. Pressing up against your back, his hands swept your hair away to expose your neck. Stunned into silence again by his meticulous kissing and sucking and biting all across your neck and shoulders, you moved to run one hand through his short curls. “Th-thank you. You take good care of me.”

Spurred on by your sweet affirmation, Wolffe showed his thanks with a low rumble as his hands rushed from your waist up to knead your breasts through the fabric of your dress. “It’s what I’m here for,” he rasped, desperately peeling your straps down and freeing your chest. Warm, calloused palms squeezed and pinched your sensitive tits, the sensation flooding you with mind-numbing lust. Still, you knew what more you wanted; how he would react. Your one hand with fingers still tightened in his curls, you moved the other back around to palm his cock again.

Wolffe’s response was instant: he captured both your wrists, pinning them behind you.

“Naughty little thing. Can’t keep her hands to herself.”

“Sorry,” you squeaked.

“Oh, I don’t think you are, darling.” He shifted so your wrists were tucked within the grip of one of his hands. Wolffe’s free hand snaked up to find its place at the front of your throat. It was barely a grasp, his fingers just taught enough so you could feel your heartbeat pulse against his touch. “Tell me the truth.” His breath danced across the sensitive spot behind your ear.

You gulped, “I-I’m breaking the rules.”

The hold of his fingers tightened, sending an ever so slight pressure down on your throat. “And what are the rules, mesh’la?”

“You… You make me come first. And then I get to see you, touch your cock.” It didn’t matter that it was just you and him; didn’t matter that Wolffe was the single person in the galaxy you loved and felt most comfortable around. The shame of that dirty confession burned across your cheeks immediately.

“That’s right. Good girl,” his hand released your wrists, kneading your exposed breast before moving down underneath the hem of your dress. His practiced fingers slipped into your panties where they were met with waiting arousal. The slickness of your cunt let the pads of his fingers circle with ease. “God, you’re filthy, you know that?” He purred, “So fucking wet from my hand around your throat.”

Wolffe continued his work, deftly drawing pleasure from your core. With care, yet urgency, his fingers continued their ministrations at your clit. Stars formed across the lids of your closed eyes as your body writhed beneath his embrace. Forgetting all former intentions, and most other thoughts, you were happy here under his command. Wolffe’s knowledge of your body was absolute.

“Be good, now. Come for me, mesh’la, come on my fingers.”

With a soft cry, your body obeyed, muscles clenching and toes curling and wave after wave of pleasure pulsing beneath his fingers on your cunt. You knew how much Wolffe took pleasure in seeing you fall apart like this.

“So good. So good, darling.” Hands retreated from their place and your neck and beneath your dress. Once more, he maneuvered you around, this time facing back at him. You looked up into his face, his gold and white eyes narrowed with lust. “Open.” Fingers caressed your chin.

Your mouth dropped open slowly for him, tongue extended. Wolffe’s fingers, the two still drenched with your arousal, slid into your mouth and you sucked eagerly.

“Thank you,” He nodded. You hummed around his fingers.

Withdrawing his hand from your face, he wiped the remaining dampness across the backside of dress as he pulled you towards him. With a firm squeeze, he graced you with that sly smirk of his. “Was that so bad?”

You bit your lip to stifle a giggle, “I guess not.”

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dividers by: @idontgetanysleep

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request from @saradika's sw spice prompt list!

GOOD MORNING i’m wide awake now 😅

!!!Hellllo!!!

I am respectfully asking “Turn around and bend over, I am starving.” with your man, Wolffe.

My boo @starrylothcat I will get this over to you by this evening right now it’s 6.25 am here in the U.K. & ya girl needs coffee ☕️☕️☕️

But I got ya back 👀🥵

THOSE BACK MUSCLES!

THE SCARS!!! 😩

"Just a dad and his Margarita." [WIP]

It's a hot day at the beach! Let's give Hunter some love❤️‍🔥😈