#Karies Kinktober prompts

[bobafetts-princess]

Karie’s Kinktober Masterlist!

Hey y’all! It’s time for Kinktober to roll around!! I came across a prompt list from @the-purity-pen, shout-out to them for coming up with one! And so I decided I’d participate this year! This will serve as the masterlist for my Kinktober prompts and I’ll update as each day goes by! I’m so excited that I’m actually active on Tumblr for a Kinktober and I hope you guys are just as excited! Most of these are Fem!Readers but that’s subject to change as I write them! Let me know if you want to be tagged!Prompt list and pairings under the cut ❤️

1)Dirty Talk // Khonshu x F!Reader

2)A/B/O // Logan Howlett x AFAB!Reader

3)Anal // Boba x F!Reader

4)Missionary // Rex x F!Reader

5)Breeding // Paz x F!Reader

6)Cockwarming // Din x F!Reader

7)Sex Toys // Fennec x F!Reader

8)Creampie // Paz x F!Reader

9)Double Penetration // Hunters and the Hunted x F!Reader

10)Spanking // Cody x F!Reader

11)Erotic Photos // Construction Worker!Boba x F!Reader

12)Exhibitonism // Khonshu x F!Reader

13)Face Sitting // Wrecker x F!Reader

14)Marking // Logan Howlett x F!Reader

15)Group Sex // Hunters and the Hunted x F!Reader

16)Shower Sex // Construction Worker!Boba x F!Reader

17)Licking // Rex x F!Reader

18)Lingerie // Biker!Boba x F!Reader

19)Masturbation // Din x F!Reader

20)Mirror Sex // Cody x F!Reader

21)Praise Kink // Garsa x F!Reader

22)Phone Sex // Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader

23)Orgasm Denial // Wrecker x F!Reader

24)Tender Sex // Boba x F!Reader

25)Sex Pollen // Din x F!Reader x Paz

26)Sexting // Construction Worker!Boba x F!Reader

27)Sensory Deprivation // Hunter x F!Reader

28)Strap-ons // Fennec x F!Reader

29)Body Worship // Garsa x F!Reader

30)Public Sex // Biker!Boba x F!Reader

31)(Free Space) Primal Play // Hunters and the Hunted x F!Reader

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day One

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Diego Jimenez x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Exhibitionism; gun play; grinding; one light slap

He’s seen you look at it—but in your defense, everyone has. Diego’s golden gun is one of the flashiest, most ostentatious things that he owns—and that’s saying something. Diego likes to make a statement—with his apartments, his clothes, his cars; with who he fucks, how he fucks them, where he fucks them. He’s a show off. He likes having all eyes on him, for right or for wrong. 

Now’s no different. He teases you, taunts you openly to his bodyguards. He grasps your jaw with one hand, and the grip of his golden gun with the other. 

“See how she takes it?” He crows. He grins as he levers the barrel deeper into your mouth. The metallic taste coats your mouth. Your teeth scrape and clack against the metal. Your jaw aches; your throat itches from the stretch, the repeated near-contact. Diego coos as you sniffle, and for a moment, he seems to let up. 

It’s a momentary reprieve before he shoves the gun deeper into your mouth. 

You gag roughly, fingers scrabbling at the fabric of his Armani jeans. Your eyes well with messy tears, muddying your sight and turning Diego into a swirling kaleidoscope. He finally draws the gun from between your lips, eyeing the shining, dripping piece as you cough and wheeze. He looks from it again, a cruel smile curling his lips. He tips your chin up with the heated, slick barrel, then leans in.

You think he’ll give you a kiss. You foolishly think he’ll cuddle in close. You think he’ll reward you—and maybe he does, a little. 

Feeling the barrel of the gun press against your puffy, flushed cunt makes you jump just a bit. You suck in a shaky breath as Diego pushes out a laugh. 

“Better?” He purrs, slipping the barrel back and forth. You shiver, curling your fingers in the fabric of his jeans and pressing your hips down against the metal. 

“Careful,” Diego warns, tipping his head to the side and searching your face. “You make a mess of that now, you’ll have to clean it up later.” 

You shake your head a touch dumbly, and Diego mimics the movement, pushing his lips out as he tuts. You take it for disapproval, and you push your hips more harshly against the barrel. He chuckles softly as you whimper weakly. The barrel is warm from your mouth, and slides thickly against your cunt. You gasp as the tip catches against your opening.

“Diego,” You breathe out, straining your neck up for a kiss. Diego chuckles, poking his tongue out to tease over your spit-slicked lips. “Almost?” He asks, brows tipping up. You nod hurriedly, digging your nails into his thighs. 

“Go on—Lookit me,” He urges. You suck in a breath as he gives your cheek a light slap, then gives your jaw another rough squeeze. You do your best, but your eyelids flutter as your cunt twitches and clutches at nothing. You shudder, bowing over his lap as your hips rabbit against the gun. Diego presses his barrel against your pussy one more time before he slides the gun away again. 

He holds it up as he did before, turning it back and forth as he eyes the soiled barrel. 

“You know what you do now, mm?” He hums, eyes drifting down to you. You nod, face heated, chest heaving, mouth falling open obediently. Diego grins, raising the barrel to your lips again. 

“That’s my girl.” 

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[bobafetts-princess]

Kinktober Day 6- Cockwarming

Pairings: Din Djarin x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Near-death experience, cockwarming, protective Din, PiV sex, no condoms in my universe, soft Din

A/N: I’m aware this is late and I am very sorry. Trying to get caught up now!

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum- I love you/I will know you forever

“Din?” You ask, your voice soft.

“Yes, my sweet?” He asks back, his voice just as soft. It’s been a terrible day, one that you swear you’ll put in the record books. You and Din captured a bounty, but you underestimated the slipperiness of him and he got out of the binders Din put on him. He was quick, dangerous, and desperate and had a vibro-blade to your throat before you could react. If it weren’t for the Child, Grogu as you now knew, and his abilities with the force, only the heavens knew what might’ve happened. He pinned the bounty in place with his force abilities long enough to let Din get him stunned with his blaster. You’d collapsed with relief while Din put him on carbonite. A small burn mark on your throat was all that remained of the moment physically, but mentally you were still terrified. Rationally, you knew you were okay, but that’s the funny thing about the human brain, it’s not always rational.

“Can we sit together?,” you ask and he knows what you mean. It’s a routine of yours, you do it when either of you has had a bad day and needs to relax. Or when you’ve had a good day and want to be close to one another. Or when the two of you just feel like sitting in silence, but still being close to one another. He nods, putting the ship on autopilot as you fly through hyperspace. His hand is soft on your elbow as he crowds your space in the door frame of the cockpit.

“Are you okay to shower by yourself while I do in-flight checks? I’ll meet you in our quarters if you are,” he adds in a softer tone, I can join you if you aren’t,” as his hand runs up and down your arm. You nod at him, a shower sounds nice, so you leave him to do his checks and rinse off. The shower is a quick one, the water on the ship wasn’t anything to write home about.

Once you’re washed, dried, and moisturized you head back into your chambers, a thin robe wrapped around your body. The Child was exhausted from his use of the force, so he’d been down for a couple of hours in his pod, so Din was already in the room when you head in there. He’s laying in the cot you share, leaning back against the wall with a pillow against his back. He’s got just a soft woolen shirt on, his helmet, and a pair of soft sleeping pants and you want nothing more than to collapse against him. Dropping the robe you head towards him, climbing astride his hips. He’s already half-hard through his pants and you can’t help but grind yourself on him. He feels good between your legs, the heat and thickness of him is grounding. His hands find your hips and he encourages your motions, groaning under his helmet as your center rubs over him.

“Want to sit on my cock?” He asks, his voice tight through the modulator of the mask. You nod, shifting so that you can grab his trousers and pull them off. He’s fully hard now, long and thick and curved. You think about leaning forwards to take him in your mouth, but he’s pulling at you to move upwards so you oblige. The slick of your pussy glides over him as you settle back down and he grunts at the feeling. You grind on him, the head of his cock catching at your entrance as you do and he presses upwards. Din slides into you, inch by inch until he’s fully seated, letting your bodies breathe for a moment. He feels good, filling you and relaxing you. Being close to him like this is the most relaxing moment of your day, Din’s presence is strong and sturdy, like the beskar he wears as armor. You start to rise and fall but he doesn’t let you get far.

“Do you want to take my helmet off?” He asks, stopping your movements with a strong grasp and his question.

“You’ll let me?”

“I left it on because I thought it might help you to feel some control by taking it off yourself,” he admits and you think you might cry. He’s so thoughtful and kind, always looking out for you and the Child, your best interests at heart. It’s rare he lets you take his helmet off, he prefers to be in control of that, but the fact that he left it on so that you could take it off for him was gut wrenching.

“I would very much appreciate that,” you tell him, fingers reaching up to curl under the edge of his helmet. He gives you a little nod and you start pulling upwards. The first thing you reveal is his chin, then his perfectly kissable mouth, then his hooked nose that you just adore, then his beautiful brown eyes, and finally his soft dark curls. He smiles at you, leaning in to press his mouth against yours. His hands cup your face as he pulls away, thumb rubbing softly over your cheek. You can feel him inside you, the fullness distracting just enough of you to let you focus on him.

“Are you okay?” One hand slides down to tilt your chin up so he can inspect the mark left by the vibro-blade. You murmur a yes, but a tear slips down your cheek as you let yourself feel for the first time since the incident happened. He wipes it away, kissing you again before he tells you how much he loves you and how he’ll never let anyone hurt you.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he mumbles under his breath, a sentiment you return wholeheartedly. “Do you want to fall asleep like this?” You nod, pressing your face into his chest, arms wrapping around his neck as you sit. His hands rub up and down your back as you sit on his cock, relaxing your body from the events of your day. Sleep comes quickly and easily, as it often does when you sit on Din’s cock like this.

When you wake in the morning Din is soft but still inside you and he’s awake underneath you.

“Sleep well?” His voice is still rough, like he also just woke up, and you nod, yawning wide as you shift.

“Did you?” You know sometimes when you fall asleep while you’re cock-warming him, he doesn’t sleep well because he’s painfully hard half the night.

“I did. Yesterday was a long day and I think we both needed the rest,” he says and you wiggle your hips as you shift. Your hips are stiff from sleeping in this position and your movement causes Din to start to harden inside you. His fingers are tight on your hips as he grits out, “stop moving,” but you can’t help it. You’re horny and you want to ride him, you need him physically right now. “I don’t want to do this if you’re feeling vulnerable,” he insists and it's the sincerity in his tone that makes you stop.

“I want this if you want this. I’m still a little scared but with our line of work, we have to learn to move past it quickly or it might be the death of us next time. I just need you,” you tell him, taking his face between your hands. He searches your own face, looking for something but you’re not quite sure what. He must find it or not find it because he nods, hands releasing the grip on your hips just enough to allow you to rise up slightly before sinking back down. He hisses at the motion, his teeth gritting together.

“I’m sensitive, I won’t last,” he tells you, dragging his cheek across yours. His stubble had grown overnight and the feeling of it against your skin had you sighing. You raise up and down again, letting his cheek drag down your throat.

“I can’t either, I’m almost there,” you say as he presses his fingers in between your bodies, circling your clit with his thumb. It makes you gasp, head dropping back as your rhythm picks up. Din pushes up against you, his hand coming around to grip the back of your neck as he pulls your face down to his. You cry out his name, your bodies tumbling backwards together as he pulls you completely on top of him. His arms come around your lower back and he takes over, fucking up into you. He’s breathing heavily in your ear, arms wrapped tight around you as he plants his heels and drives up into you.

“I need you to come,” he tells you as he gives you a particularly sharp thrust that sends you over the edge. You come hard, pussy clamping down on him and shooting him over the edge with you. Your bodies still, letting your orgasms wash over you as you come down together. Din places soft kisses along every part of your face he can reach, fingers caressing your skin.

“I was so worried,” he tells you, grabbing your chin and turning your head to face him. “I thought you were dead,” his voice has this hard edge to it, like he would murder anyone who dare tried it.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” you tell him, the words not rolling as smoothly off your tongue as they do his, but the sentiment remains the same.

Tags: @darkhairedmenrule @starlitnotes @rexandechosandwich @firstofficerwiggles @grinningnexu @too-manyfandomstocount

[bobafetts-princess]

Kinktober Day 5- Breeding

Pairings: Alpha!Paz x AFAB!Omega!Reader (I don’t think there’s anything specifying a female reader, just an AFAB one. If you catch one let me know!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, some Alpha’s are jerks, fingering, knotting, Paz is soft for his Omega

Word count:2k

Summary: Your heat hits early and Paz helps you take care of it

You’re walking through the halls of the compound, heading to speak to the Armorer about making new weapons for the foundlings when the camp’s Alpha’s start acting weird. They’re shooting you sidelong glances and inhaling deeply. You can only assume they smell your desperation for your own Alpha, Paz Vizsla, and they’re itching to take advantage. He’s been gone for over a week, two months after you bonded during his rut.

An Alpha approaches you, a new one to the compound, and asks about where Paz is but you brush him off. Everyone in the compound knows that he went on a scouting mission, trying to find more food and weapons for the clan. He snarls, you can hear it from under the helmet, as he sniffs at you and grabs you by the arm.

“I asked you where your Alpha is, Omega,” he snaps, fingers digging into the softness of your inner arm. The way he says ‘omega’, like it’s some kind of insult instead of a biological term pisses you off.

“Fuck you, where my Alpha is at is none of your business,” you snarl at him, wrenching your arm out of his grasp. You can smell him, rage and arrogance rolling off his frame in waves. “We don’t put hands on our Omegas here. Omegas are highly respected in this compound and if you mistreat one, especially one that’s already bonded, you’ll be out on your ass in a heartbeat,” you say, trying to send out a scent signal that you weren’t to be messed with.

“You should learn how to hold your tongue, Omega, it’ll get you into trouble. If you were my mate-“ he starts but a strong and familiar scent washes over you, relaxing you. It’s your own Alpha, back from his mission, and your own scent immediately mixes with his. His big strong hand wraps around your waist, pulling you against his armored chest.

“She’ll never be your mate, so it doesn’t matter what you think a mate should be,” he snaps, his scent as sharp as his tone and a tiny cramp hits your stomach. The other Alpha is helmeted, so you can’t read his expression, but you can smell it. He’s annoyed, angry, and defensive. He’s disrespected the clans head Alpha and his mate, he’s expecting a fight. Normally Paz would challenge him, he doesn’t allow newcomers to disrespect the clan, omegas specifically and definitely not his own bonded omega. You’re sure he’s getting ready issue a challenge when another cramp hits your belly. Paz smells your distress first, head snapping over as he looks at you. He sniffs again, a deeper sniff as he tries to decipher the other scent. He must find what he’s sniffing for because a low growl comes from deep in his chest and his scent turns red hot with anger.

It’s about the same time you realize what’s happening, because a third cramp hits your stomach and you realize what kind of cramps these are. Your heat is two weeks early and it explains the way some of the Alpha’s have been acting around you today. You try to rack your brain to figure out why it would be so early but you come up blank as the first waves of desire hit your core. Your oncoming heat is probably the reason this Alpha decided to try and strong arm you as well.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he growls and you can feel the anger in his voice. Another cramp hits your belly, stronger than the last three, and it almost doubles you over. Paz’s strong arms wrap around your waist and ushers you down the hall, back to your shared quarters. You pass Din Djarin on the way and vaguely hear Paz mumble something to him, but another cramp hits and you don’t hear what it is.

The two of them have formed an unlikely friendship since Paz started courting you and they’ve gotten closer since the two of you bonded. Later you’ll realize it had something to do with the Alpha who threatened you, but the first waves of desire are hitting your system and all you can think about is getting back your room. The scent of your heat must be getting stronger because Paz has to tell several other clan members to back off before you finally make it to your room.

As soon as the door shuts behind your bodies, you’re on him, clawing at his armor and his helmet while he chuckles and moves your hands so he can do it himself. The cramps have gotten worse and you take to rubbing your face on any part of him you can reach until he gets his helmet and undershirt off and he thrusts the cloth material at you. You inhale deeply, taking in the scent of your bonded mate as he fully undresses. It’s a brief reprieve from the pain as you soak in the scent of your Alpha. You’re mewling, a whimpering sound that shoots straight to Paz’s cock as he finishes undressing. Once he’s finished he works at your clothes, doing his best to get them in fewer motions than usual.

Finally, Paz has you both fully undressed and he’s on you immediately, scenting you and providing some relief to the ache in your belly. The waves of desire take over your body and you grind on his thick thigh to get some friction against your clit.

“My little Omega,” he groans, his full lips pressing against the mark he’d placed months ago, “you smell so good.” You sigh, pressing yourself against him as he works your shirt and pants off. One hand slips between your legs, large middle finger stroking your clit and you nearly collapse with relief.

“Alpha. Paz,” you cry out as he continues to stroke, “why is my heat early?” You cry, nearly sobbing with relief when he slips two fingers inside you. The relief is so intense that it brings you to the cusp of an orgasm immediately.

“It’s your first heat since we’ve been bonded,” he explains. “It makes sense that your heat would come early,” he drags some of your wetness around your clit with two fingers and you come undone, clutching to his shoulders as you come.

“I need more Alpha, please I need your knot,” you beg, grinding yourself on his thigh again. His chuckle reverberates through your body as he pushes you to the bed, grabbing some of your favorite blankets as he goes. He tosses them on the bed as he gives you an order.

“Present, Omega,” he commands, allowing the Alpha to drip into his voice. You scramble to obey, on your elbows and knees on the bed, back arched for him to see the slick between your legs. “Good Omega,” he purrs, sliding his fingers along the backs of your thighs and over the round of your ass. You preen at the praise, spreading further for him so he can dip two fingers inside you.

“Anything for my Alpha,” you croon, the submission in your voice prevalent. His fingers work your pussy, smearing the slick all over your clit as he preps you for him. Paz isn’t a small man and he wants to make sure he won’t hurt you as he slides home but your heat is hitting hard and you don’t want to wait.

“Alpha, please. Want your knot. Need it,” you plead, wiggling your hips and making your ass shake. You hear him start to protest but you whine, deep and needy in your chest. Whining for your Alpha to take you, fill you with his knot and his pups and his need for you takes over.

“I’ll be gentle, precious Omega,” he promises but you don’t care. You just want him to mount you, fill you, knot you. You whine again, pressing back against him as his hands grab your hips and his cock nudges at your pussy. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says, pressing the head into your slick-soaked entrance. You mewl, just the one small motion giving you intense relief and you press back, needing more. Paz growls, your need pressing primal desires deep in his chest as he pushes forwards.

“Pussy feels good, mesh’la,” he groans once he’s fully inside you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. He drags himself back out, slow and steady, the head of his cock catching as he pushes back in. His pace is steady but it’s not enough for you, deep in the need of your heat. Your hips start moving, pressing back against him, fucking yourself on his cock. You’re panting, the word Alpha rolling off your tongue with the punch of his cock into you. You’re close again, pussy clenching on your Alpha and his heavy breaths let you know he’s close too. His fingers slip around to your front, wet from his mouth as he strokes your clit and begs you to come.

“Come for me, my pretty Omega, so I can give you my knot. Fill you with my seed, breed you full with my pups,” his words are like electric shocks to your clit as he strokes but he doesn’t let up. “Wanna see your breasts heavy with milk, see my younglings nursing from you with another heavy in your belly,” the idea of being full of his pups, his offspring, sends you over the edge. Your pussy clamps down, milking your Alpha as he reaches his own end. He groans your name, not Omega your actual name, as his knot swells and pops and locks the two of you together. He collapses on you for only the briefest moment before he rolls, pulling you into him as he spoons you, cock still buried deep inside you.

“I hope this takes, my precious Omega, I’d love to see your belly swollen with my pups,” he muses, hands stroking your belly softly. You mewl, hands and face searching out for your soft blankets that smell like your Alpha. Paz grabs them, covering your bodies with the softest and warmest blankets he can reach while still being connected to you. You rub your face over his arm while it’s tucked under your head, scenting him as much as you can from your position.

“Sleep my precious Omega, you’ll need your rest for the next few days. Your heat will be stronger since we are bonded now,” Paz explains, curling his body around you. You nod, eye closing with exhaustion as you dream of the future with your Alpha.

You wake in the morning, alone in your bed but surrounded your favorite blankets, with one of Paz’s shirts tucked right up against your face. Desire is the first emotion you feel, exhaustion from the night before is the second. The third you feel is love because when you raise up to find your Alpha, you realize that he built your nest for you in the middle of the night, finding the softest and best smelling items in your small home to surround you with. It’s not perfect but that doesn’t matter because your big, strong, scary Alpha built a nest for his Omega in the middle of the night. He comes in a half second later as tears fill your eyes at the sweet gesture.

“What’s the matter, my Omega?” He asks, dropping the caf and breakfast on the side table.

“You made my nest?” You sniffle and he chuckles.

“Of course, my sweet,” he offers,” our pups will want a nest and I need to know how to build one just in case.” He’s so kind and thoughtful and it makes you cry and forget about your heat for a moment. “Are these good tears?” He asks, a little hesitantly. You nod, digging your face into his neck and knowing that there’s no better Alpha out there in the world for you.

Tags: @darkhairedmenrule @starlitnotes @rexandechosandwich @lacroix-qblog @grinningnexu @firstofficerwiggles @too-manyfandomstocount

[bobafetts-princess]

Kinktober Day 4- Missionary

Pairings: Rex x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Readers friends are kinda jerks. PiV. No condoms in fanfic, oral (f!receiving) Rex is the softest MF’ER around.

Word Count: 1700

Summary: Your friends make a big deal about missionary sucking and Rex shows you all the ways it doesn’t.

“Ugh missionary is the worst!” Your friend Kaa’ra laughs, taking a sip of her drink. All the other friends in your group agree, laughing about how boring it is. You’re not sure how you ended up here, it was supposed to be a calm girls night out and now you’re in a dingy bar, discussing everyone’s sexual preferences.

“I prefer doggy myself,” Sileuna tells everyone mischievously. “Smack my ass and make it hurt,” she says, which garners more nods. You can’t find yourself agreeing though, missionary with your boyfriend Rex is your favorite position. He’s a captain in the clone army and you met him on a wild night out at 79’s, the clone bar. He was the kindest and most attentive boyfriend, always focused on what was best for you.

“How about you, babe? You’ve got that hot boyfriend, I’m sure he’s into some kinky shit,” Sileuna gives you a Cheshire grin, which drops when you shake your head.

“We, uhh, we like missionary,” you tell them, earning quite a few shocked looks.

“A man that fine? And you like missionary?” Kaa’ra asks, her tone incredulous like she doesn’t believe you.

“Yeah, I get to see his face and kiss him the whole time,” you defend yourself, not that you should have to. It’s true, Rex loved missionary and so did you. You’d been experimental early on but missionary was the one you kept coming back to.

“I didn’t expect that hot Captain to enjoy missionary,” she snickers in a haughty manner. Just then your holophone pings with Rex’s tone and you pick it up to see what he sent.

Captain Hottie: Miss you. Hope you’re having fun. <3

Rex cracks you up because he’s the only person you’ve ever messaged with that doesn’t use emojis, he prefers emoticons.

Me: I was thinking about heading home early. Want to come over?

Captain Hottie: Meet you at home in 10.

Home. The fact that he calls your apartment home brings you a joy deep in your chest that’s incomparable to anything in the galaxy. When he’s got time off, your apartment is where he stays. When he’s had a long day, you’re the person he calls. When he needs to decompress, you’re the safe space that allows him to do so. You excuse yourself from your friends, giving ‘I’m sorry’s’ and “I’ll see you laters’ to everyone. Just as you reach the door, Silenua calls out to you.

“Have fun in missionary!”

With a roll of your eyes and the flick of a wrist in dismissal, you’re out the door. Rex is waiting on your front porch when you get home, in civvie clothes with an overnight bag slung over his shoulder.

“Rex, I wish you’d just take a key so you don’t have to wait outside,” you sigh.

“Nah, mesh’la, I don’t mind waiting on you. Plus I know where you keep the spare just in case,” he grins as you open the door. You lean into him after he sets his bag in your room, coming back to wrap you in a hug. “What happened?” He know you too well, you love girls night and often stay late with them, instead of coming home early. He’s even picked you up a time or two when you’ve had too much to drink.

“I dunno. They started picking at me because we don’t have like, super kinky sex or get rough,” you sigh and he tightens. “What’s the matter?” It’s your turn to be concerned.

“Wolffe and Cody actually were just making fun of me because I told them we like missionary,” he admits, hand coming up to cup the back of his head. You prop your chin on his chest, arms still wrapped around him.

“What’s wrong with missionary?” You ask, and he shrugs, moving to peck you on the lips. “I enjoy it. I get to look at you the whole time and you’re hot, so what’s to complain about?” He outright laughs at that, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck so he can kiss you deeper when he’s done.

“I love you,” he whispers, leaning in to capture your mouth with his. You want to say it back, make sure he knows you feel the same way, but his tongue invades your mouth and you can’t. Your hands grab at his shirt, tugging at it in an effort to get it off. Rex obliges, breaking the kiss for the split second to remove his shirt before he’s back on your again. He navigates your bodies back to your bedroom, hands on your hips as he continues to kiss you.

Once he hits the edge of your bed, he pulls away, leaving you panting and reaching for him. He grabs at your shirt, removing it and your bindings before he starts working at your pants. He gets them off, flinging them over his shoulder as he presses kisses to the soft of your belly. You’re reaching for his own pants but when he stands to remove them, your brain short circuits. His military regimen shows, his shoulders wide and cut, his hips narrow and his chest built. Rex has the prettiest shoulders, strong under your fingers, wide enough to spread you apart with them, the skin of them soft. He smirks, he knows you’re checking him out, but then he sheds his pants and he’s back on you in an instant. His mouth is soft but firm against yours and the burn you’re already feeling starts to intensify. His hand comes up to cup your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You gasp his name as his mouth descends, sucking the sensitive spot on your collarbone. He reaches your breasts, picture perfect lips wrapping around a nipple as you cling to his shoulders. He torments you, slow and sensuous as he teases both breasts with his mouth. One of his hands slips down your body, sliding between your legs as he nips gently at the sensitive underside of your breast.

“Wet for me already, mesh’la?” He says, his voice low and husky with desire. You nod, spreading wider as his fingers find your entrance, gathering some wetness before he slides upwards. His fingers circle your clit and you’re so distracted by the pleasure there you don’t realize he’s kissing his way down your body. You only notice it when his tongue slips between your lower lips, tasting you.

“You always taste so good,” he groans, licking a flat stripe up your pussy. His tongue circles your clit, pushing you higher and higher. You fry out his name when he presses two fingers inside you, curling them upwards. Your words are garbled as he starts moving his fingers in and out of your body, still tonguing your pussy at the same time. Your orgasm starts building in your belly and Rex knows. He feels the rhythmic clenching of your pussy, the way your breath kicks up a notch.

“Come for me, mesh’la,” he encourages, moving a little faster. Your orgasm hits hard, cresting over you like waves, strong and unrelenting. He works you through it, telling you how beautiful you are and how much he enjoys watching you come. Rex kisses his way back up your body, wedging his thighs between yours.

“I love you,” he says again, bringing his mouth down to yours as his cock presses against your inner thigh. A half a heartbeat and a mumbled ‘I love you too’ later, Rex is pressing into your heat, stretching you deliciously. It’s a slow process, pulling and pushing himself in and out of your body, coating himself in your juices. After what feels like hours he presses all the way in, sighing at the feeling. He props his elbows near your head, gazing down lovingly at you when he does.

“I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t enjoy this position,” he says, voice low and husky. Vigorously nodding your head, you start moving your hips, trying to get some friction. Rex huffs a small laugh at you, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips as he starts moving. His rhythm and his kiss are similar, slow and languid. He’s taking his time pulling you apart at the seams, making sure he fucks you perfectly. Your arms wrap around his neck, calves wrapping around the backs of his thighs, clinging to him like he’s the only thing in the world you need.

“What’s not to love about missionary?” He asks again, sitting up a little and interlocking your fingers together on one hand. “I get to watch my beautiful girl come undone beneath me,” he points out. “I get to kiss you the entire time,” he murmurs, leaning down to give you another kiss. “These perfect tits are within reach,” one hand gropes at your breast, pinching slightly at your nipple. “We can even get a little kinky if you’re interested,” he winks, hips still moving slow and steady as the same hand comes up to brush at your throat. A flash of interest crosses over your face and Rex grins. “But really,” he starts before pressing your bodies together from shoulder to hip. “My favorite part is that every part of me gets to touch every part of you,” and it’s so romantic that you swear you might cry. His pace kicks up just a notch, just enough to start the flames of another orgasm. He kisses you again, tangling your tongues together as he locks your hands together again.

“I love you,” you tell him, cupping his handsome face in your other hand. He smiles so softly, so sheepishly, that your own heart skips a beat at how in love with this man you are. You’re on the cusp of coming, the need to come causing pulses in your pussy.

“I love you more,” he promises, pressing your lips together once more. Your orgasms hit at the same time, triggered purely by your love for each other in that moment and you both cry out together. Rex lays on you, trying to keep the majority of his weight off you but failing miserably. You welcome the weight though, it grounds you after that earth shattering orgasm. His breathing is heavy and loud as he tries to calm his heart rate, his face tucked into your neck. Once he’s calm, he rolls on his side, arm stretched out across your stomach with his elbow underneath him and he smiles.

“So missionary isn’t so bad, is it?”

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Kinktober Day 11- Erotic Photos

Pairings: Construction Worker!Boba x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Sexy pics, Boba masturbates in his truck, PiV, a little come play, thumbs in buttholes, there's a smidgeon of BDSM play, no condoms exist here

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I know I’m out of order here but this one dug a wormhole in my brain so I had to write it first

Part of my CW!Boba series!

Boba’s thumb hovers over your number, tempted to call you for some lunch break phone sex, but you’ve got a big project due at work this week and he knows you’re working hard on it. You were up later than him last night and the same time as him this morning, coffee in hand and your three screens pulled up to work on your project after your morning shower. Hair pulled back and glasses on, sweats on your lower half and work blouse on the upper for your zoom meetings. He’d kissed you sweetly, hands cupping your jaw before he’d headed out the door. Because of how much work you’ve been doing lately, you’ve been exhausted and haven’t been in the mood for sex. Boba doesn’t care, of course, but his body is aching for yours. He’s supportive of you and your career, he wants you to be successful, he knows how much this project means to you. But when you got in the shower with him that morning, sleepily kissing him before washing your body, he had to fight the urge to bend you over and take you right there. But before he could act on it, pull your ass back into his hips, you were rinsing off and out. So he’d been half hard all day, thinking about the way you looked that morning and every morning prior, and he was aching.

“Son of a bitch,” he grunts, slamming the truck door shut and putting it in gear. He drives off to a spot that you usually take advantage off when you come by on lunch breaks, a quiet spot in a patch of trees at the edge of town. A text comes in from Fennec as he pulls in his normal spot, one that reads ‘well aren’t you grouchy this week?’ Boba rolls his eyes and closes the text app, and opens his contact app to your name again. He’s almost ready to hit the call button, even if its just to see how your project is going when a text comes in from you.

Princess: This project will be the death of me, I can’t wait for it to be over.

Me: I’m sorry, Princess. Anything I can do for you?

Princess: Never let me take on a project this big again.

Princess: Shit, another work call. Gotta go, I love you. Take-out for dinner?

Me: I love you too, take-out sounds good. 

His head slumps back against his headrest, there goes that brilliant idea, and he palms himself lightly through his jeans. It feels so good that he starts to harden under the touch and he has to remove his hand or he’ll be hard all day. He grabs his phone again, intending to distract himself as he closes out his apps. But when he moves to close out his photos app, an idea pops in his head. He’d been showing Fennec some pictures from your recent trip to the apple orchard, but those weren’t the pictures he was looking for now. 

You and Boba have a shared album, one that houses all the inappropriate pictures the two of you have taken over the course of your relationship. Some you’ve taken of yourself, some Boba has taken of you, and some you’ve set up and taken of the two of you together. He rests one hand on his cock as the other swipes through the camera roll. He finds one you took yourself, laying on your stomach in bed, camera pointed over your shoulder to showcase your ass. He groans as he takes in your form, the roundness of your ass, and the half shot of your face, the way your back is arched. You’re naked but he can’t see anything inappropriate, just your skin, and Boba can’t stop thinking about what all that soft skin feels like under his hands. He’s fully hard now, massaging himself through the rough fabric of his jeans as he swipes to the next picture. Its the same angle, but this time you’re laying on your back. One leg is stretched long, the other kicked up at the knee and resting against the wall. Boba groans a soft ‘fuck’ under his breath as he takes in your bare breasts. He groans again when he takes in your hand, posed between spread and bare legs and Boba imagines what the center of you feels like. 

“Goddamnit,” he growls, flipping further through the camera roll. He scrolls past a couple pictures of himself, fisting his cock while he was away on a convention a few months back. He scrolls past a final one where come covers his fist before reaching another set of you. This one he took, before he pounded you from behind as soon as he got home from said convention. It’s a shot of your ass and pussy, bent over and spread wide. He can see how wet you are, your pussy soaked from how enthusiastically Boba ate you out before he took this. He’d begged for this picture, something he can look at if he ever has to go out of town again, and you’d obliged happily.

He keeps flipping, finding more that you’d taken and sent to him during long days at work, pictures in full length mirrors fully naked, pictures of you laying down, hands between your legs or on your breasts. Boba needs to get his pants off, now, or he’s going to combust. He sets the phone down, working his pants and boxer briefs down just enough to let his cock out. He hisses as he takes the picture of you in on the screen, spread eagle on your back, arms and legs bound. You’re blindfolded, nipple clamps on and a vibrator propped up between your legs. Your mouth is dropped open, a cry of ecstasy he can still hear in his mind. You’d asked for him to do this to you, openly begged him to take pictures that maybe the two of you could look at later together. He’d happily obliged and then fucked you again later when you went back through all the pictures and videos together. 

He groans out loud when his hand makes contact with his cock, its not nearly as good as when you do it, and completely incomparable to the feeling of your mouth or your pussy, but it’ll do for now. He flips through another set of photos, ones he took after he’d fucked you. You’re bent over again and he can see how well fucked your pussy is, a feat he’d accomplished and was proud of. But the thing that makes him groan aloud, rubbing a thumb at the head of his cock is the fact that your pussy is covered in cum. He’d asked before he’d entered you if he could take a picture after and as you pushed back against him you’d moaned an ‘offuckingcourse’

The next set is one of his favorites that he’s taken, one of the few times you’d decided to be on top. You’d sat on his cock before reaching over and grabbing his phone, handing it to him with a mischievous grin. Your rhythm was sensual as you moved, hands groping at your breasts and behind your head to give him good shots. His favorite though was one with your head tipped back, fingers pulling on your nipples and holding the weight of them up. Boba’s stroke sped up, and his head dipped back as the sparks of pleasure snapped through him. He flipped to the next picture, you smiling down at him, one hand between your legs as you touched yourself. Boba’s hand was on your tit, massaging the soft flesh and Boba imagined what it felt like as he stroked himself. 

Boba flips to the next set, a short few of him fucking you from behind. He can see how much his cock stretches you from this angle and he curses softly. The next picture he has a thumb buried in your ass, your upper half laid out flat on the bed as you take him in two holes. He can hear in his mind the way your breath hitches as he wets his thumb and sticks it in your back hole. He can imagine the way you beg for him to fuck you back there, even though you both know you’re not ready. The pictures stop after that one, he’d been too worked up to continue taking them and you’d not been able to walk right the next day because of how hard he’d fucked you. 

He’s getting close, his balls are tight and he looks for something specific. He knows he’s got a video saved  in the album and he’s aching to find it. He sighs with relief when he does, turning the sound on high. Your cries start echoing through the cab immediately and Boba groans right along with them. He’s taking you from behind, hands tight on your hips as he fucks you. The camera is shaking because he’s struggling to hold it as his hips move, your cries pitching up as he hits something deep and devestating in your core. 

“Fuck, Boba!” You cry out, hands reaching behind you to grab the forearm that’s not holding the camera. He groans, remembering what it feels like to be in your sweet pussy and he’s barely holding on. He wants to last until the end of the video, he knows it’s not long, but your cries are hitting the base of his cock and he’s going to come, soon. 

“That’s it, Princess, love when you come all over my cock,” he snarls and he can hear how tight his own voice is and how hard he’s holding off an orgasm in the video. 

“Are you still recording?” You ask, throwing your ass back against him and he can hear himself grunt a yes through the back of the camera. “Pull out and come all over my pussy,” you tell him and he can’t feel it but he knows you’re clenching your inner muscles on him. “I want to watch this back and see your come covering my pussy,” you beg and Boba on camera breaks, he watches himself pull out and hears himself groan as spurts of his come cover your pussy. Boba in the cab of his truck comes hard too, spurting ropes so hard he nearly hits the ceiling. He keeps stroking as he watches the video, watching you reach between your legs and swipe a finger through his come and bring it to your mouth. He hears himself murmur a soft ‘fuck’ on the video and he has to concur with his own sentiments. 

He finally clicks the phone shut, finding a leftover towel and cleaning himself up as best as he can when his phone rings, a video call with you.

“Hey, Princess,” he answers and he can see the bags of exhaustion under your eyes and two different coffee cups sitting next to you.

“Hey baby,” you reply, scrubbing a hand over your face. “On your lunch break?” He nods and you smile. “Thinking of me?” You ask, almost like you already know the answer.

“I’m always thinking of you, Princess,” he tells you, debating on telling you what he just spent his lunch break doing. 

“Oh yeah?” You ask, resting your chin on the back of your hand.

“Yeah,” he says, scratching at his chin. “I actually just spent my lunch break looking at pictures of us,” he says, hoping you’ll know which pictures he’s talking about.

“Oh? Get yourself a little worked up?”

“More than a little,” he admits and you laugh. 

“Want to come home and take a couple more? I got my project turned in a few days early so my boss offered me a couple extra paid days off. I’ve missed you,” you say, a suggestive purr in your voice but Boba doesn’t hear most of the last half of your sentence. He’s switching out apps to tell Fennec that he won’t be back today and he won’t be back in to work until a new week starts.

“I’ll be home in 20,” He grunts, throwing the truck in drive.

“I’ll be waiting.”

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Kinktober Day 3- Anal

Pairings: Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

Warnings: This is a butt-fucking fic. If that’s not your jam, you should skip this. Oral (f!receiving), I think it’s really just those two things?

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: You and Boba decide you’re ready for him to try to fuck your ass.

A/N: I’ve been writing and consuming fanfiction for 10+ years and I BLUSHED writing this so pls enjoy.

Masterlist

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation you’re about to have with your partner. Pushing open the heavy door to his office, you step inside. Boba Fett glances up, reading glasses perched on his nose as he flips through contracts on his holopad. His empire is doing well but he still puts in a lot of the legwork to keep it running and successful.

“Hello, Princess,” he rumbles, his voice still raspy even after all his bacta treatments. “How can I help you?”

“I think I’m ready, Boba” you tell him, the thick black plug nestled in your ass seeming to throb with your admission. He sets the holo pad down, giving you a look over his reading glasses.

“Ready for what?” He asks and you should’ve known. Should’ve known he wasn’t going to give you what you want unless you ask him explicitly. He knows what you want, the two of you talked about it at length that morning. Albeit, while he had three fingers buried in your ass while he pounded your pussy from behind but still. You shift, feeling the plug shift within your ass as you do.

“I’m ready for you to fuck my ass,” you say, embarrassment heating your face as you glance down. It seems so crass to say it out loud, no matter how many times you’ve talked about it in the heat of the moment. It’s something you and Boba have been working up to for months. He’d bought you a plug set, three black ones in increasing sizes after he’d slipped a finger in your ass during a particularly heated session and you came so hard you blacked out.

Once things settled and Boba had you wrapped up in your favorite blanket with a cup of tea, he asked you if you’d be interested in taking his cock back there. Since then, he’d been working you up to taking him that way, little by little. Even though you’d been begging him to take you back there during the heat of the moment, you’d not asked yet outside of the bedroom. Until right now, that is.

Boba shifted in his seat and if you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t have thought much of it. But since you do, you know he’s adjusting himself in his pants at the idea of fucking you back there. His mouth quirked up and he took his glasses off as he sat forward. “I can’t wait.”

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Back in your shared quarters, Boba has you on your back on the bed, his face buried between your legs. He has you pressed open with his palms on your thighs, tongue buried deep in your pussy. “It’ll make you more relaxed when I bury my cock in your sweet ass,” he promised before laying you down, tugging at the black plug.

“Boba!” You cried out when he sunk two fingers inside you. “Boba I’m gonna come!” You warn, pussy clenching on him. He sucks your clit into his mouth and curls his fingers upwards and you go silent. Your pussy contracts hard around his fingers but he doesn’t slow down. Your mouth is hanging open and you’re coming so hard you feel the plug in your ass shift.

“Another. Give me another,” he demands, before rolling your clit around with the tip of his tongue. Your body agrees as another orgasm rips through you, making your back arch. You feel loose and pliant, as Boba continues. His tongue slips away from your clit and down, towards your ass. He pulls on the plug, sending shocks through your lower body. “Can’t wait to feel how tight you are back here,” he groans, slipping another finger in your pussy. His tongue flattens against your pussy and he pulls your over sensitive clit into his mouth again, making you cry out his name. He chuckles at your reaction, kissing at the softness of your thighs before he removes his fingers.

“Relaxed?” He asks, smearing the wetness of your pussy around the base of the plug. You nod, boneless and spent already. You’re not sure how you’re going to make it through the rest of the act. “Ready?” He asks, starting to tug on the plug. You nod again, spreading as wide as you can to help him but he pauses. “You may feel empty because you’ve had the plug in all day, but I promise it won’t last,” he says and it warms your heart how concerned he is. He’s always protecting you, especially from himself, and it makes you sad because Boba is the most selfless person you know. Once he deems you someone to be selfless for, of course. He starts working the plug out, the flared base slipping out much easier than you expected. Boba must be surprised too because he presses it right back in and it makes you gasp.

“Oh Princess,” he groans, a husky lilt to his voice. “This is going to be much more fun than I thought.” He pulls the plug back out, watching it slip easily from your back hole. He presses it back in, starting a small rhythm that punches the air from your lungs. It’s intense and you know taking his cock is going to drain you, but it’s going to feel amazing. “I’m going to actually take the plug out now, Princess,” he warns and even with the warning you’re not prepared. He pulls it all the way out, setting it down on the bed beside you, and you feel empty. He warned you it would happen but you didn’t realize the feeling would be so intense that tears spring in your eyes.

Boba senses the change in you immediately, coming up next to your face to cradle it. “We don’t have to continue, sweetheart,” he promises but you shake your head.

“No, that’s not the problem,” you assure him. “Just feeling emotional is all. Feels like a big step,” he nods the whole time you talk, thumb rubbing over your cheek. “I’m ready. I want this. I trust you,” he smiles, bending down to kiss you.

“If you’re sure, Princess,” he works his way back down your body, lips trailing over every inch of you as he goes. “Do you want to set the pace or do you want me to?”

“You. I don’t think I’ll have the presence of mind to stay in control,” you admit.

“Roll over for me, it’ll be easier if I can see how much of me you’re taking at a time,” you roll and his hands immediately grab handfuls of your ass. He pulls you up on your knees, allowing your body to spread for him and you feel the cold familiar trickle of lube. He groans when you clench, slipping two fingers inside you with no trouble. The distinctive sound of him lubing himself up echos through the room and in no time, his fingers are replaced by the head of his cock. He presses forwards, pushing the tight ring of muscle open with his head, stopping once he’s in. “Green?” He asks, one hand resting on your hip.

“Oh fucking green, Boba. I think I can take more,” you whine, trying to press back on him. His chuckle and the strong hand on your hip stop you but you want it. He feeds you another inch, gently massaging the tight ring of muscle with his thumb. He gives you another inch or two and you’re feeling so fucking full you don’t know how you’re going to take the rest. You groan, one that comes from deep in your chest as he slides in another inch.

“You’re so fucking tight back here, Princess,” Boba hisses, voice strained. “I’m almost there,” he tells you, slipping almost the entire way in. You nod, successfully pressing back against him this time and push him the rest of the way in. You both let out satisfied groans as you adjust to the feeling, the fullness of him. This moment with him, his huge cock buried deep in your ass, is so erotic you could come if he asked you to.

“Gods Boba, you’re so big,” you moan, the words catching in your throat. “Please move. I can handle it. I’ll tell you if I can’t,” you promise. He grunts and makes no move to pull out, fingers so tight on your hips you swear he’ll leave bruises. “Boba?”

“Need a moment, Princess. I’m not a young man anymore and if I move now, things will end before they get started,” his tone is clipped and you have to stifle the chuckle in your chest at him. You pull a dirty trick, clenching your muscles and yelp when his hand comes down hard on your ass.

“Brat,” he huffs. He finally starts moving and it’s overwhelming, but in the best kind of way. Your nerve endings feel like they’re being shocked, but your pussy is throbbing at the sheer naughtiness of what you’re doing right now. You never thought you’d be able to take Boba’s cock in your ass. He’s so big, you never thought he’d be able to fit.

You cry out his name as his pace picks up, right on the cusp of what you can both handle without coming apart at the seams. The friction from his cock and his balls slapping against your empty pussy push you right up on the edge.

“Should it always feel this good?” You breathe, reaching between your legs to touch yourself. You’re fucking soaked, the idea of getting fucked in the ass gets you wet, the actual act itself has you dripping. The pleasure spreads through your whole body, from the roots of your hair down to your toes. You didn’t expect to enjoy your first anal experience so much that you could come just from the feeling of him sliding in and out of your asshole, but here you are.

“Not-“ huff “always the-“ grunt “first time, Princess,” he tells you and the breaks in his speech tell you how hard he’s working to stay under control. Your middle finger makes contact with your clit and you nearly sob at how good it feels. Boba hisses when you start making circles, the feeling of you clamping down on him nearly has to be unbearable. You’re so close already, Boba sliding in and out of your ass has you teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Where do you want me to come?” He asks and you’re not sure how he can even form words right now, let alone ask questions. You can feel him and his balls are drawn up so tightly it has to be painful.

“Inside,” you manage to choke out, the first waves of your orgasm licking at your spine. A particularly sharp thrust sends you hurtling over the edge and you’re pretty sure your whole body gives out as you come. Your ears are roaring with white noise, pussy clamping down on nothing as the aftershocks hit you. You sob, tears pooling in your eyes at the intensity and you faintly hear Boba cry your name. The familiar pressure of him lays across your back and his face tucks into the joint between your neck and shoulder as he murmurs sweet nothings into your ear.

Once you’re able to breathe again Boba checks in.

“Good?”

“Ohmygodsofuckinggood,” you slur, a sentence becoming a word.

“So anal is something you want to do again?” He chuckles as you nod, part of you still in oblivion. “I’m going to pull out. Prepare yourself,” he warns but this time you’re ready for it. The emptiness is still there but now you’re sated and relaxed, not as worried about the buildup to another act. “Can you get up on your knees?” He asks and you oblige, keeping your face pressed down as you lift. Boba grabs your ass, spreading you wide so he can see what you look like. “Fuck, Princess. You took me back here,” there’s a lilt of admiration in his voice, as well as desire. You nod, shaking a little as a show. He chuckles before giving you a loving pat and getting up to clean you. You lay there as Boba gets a warm cloth, wiping the leftover lube from your bodies before he grabs your favorite blanket and curls around you.

“Want to talk about it?” He asks. Sometimes he likes to check in and talk about a particularly rough or kinky session to make sure everything went according to plan but you don’t have the energy tonight. You shake your head at him, yawning as he wraps an arm around your waist.

“In the morning. Can we watch that one reality tv show?” He nods, releasing you to set up the holopad to watch Real Housewives of Coruscant City. This is the domestic bliss you crave after rough sessions. Boba eventually sends for tea and snacks and that’s how you spend your next couple hours until you fall asleep.

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Kinktober Day 8- Creampies

Pairings: Paz Vizsla x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1200

Warnings: Creampies, condoms don’t exist on this blog, a little cum play, PiV, this is a Paz Vizsla Stan blog

A/N: My writing is getting worse with each passing prompt and I’m sorry

Every couple has its ‘thing’ right? Well Paz’s thing is creampies. He loves watching his come drip out of you after he’s blown your back out. He loves taking two thick fingers and pushing his coke back inside you, making you jerk from over-sensitivity. He loves knowing that when you’re in a meeting, helmet on and sitting in your most intimidating posture, that his come is dripping out of your pussy. He really loves fucking you right before bed, leaving his come inside you all night long, then fucking more into you first thing in the morning.

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“Paz!” You cry, his hand pressed down hard on your lower back to bend you into the position he wants. This is the second time tonight that he’s fucked you, specifically in this position. He’s been insatiable lately, not that you’re complaining.

“I need to come inside you again,” he grunts, one leg extended back to give him more power. You’ve already come twice, you’re just trying to keep yourself upright until he finishes this time. You contract on him, flexing the muscles in your lower half to help him along and it works. He stutters, his thrusts getting sloppy, and then he thrusts all the way in and groans. His legs give out on him and both of your bodies crash to the bed. He rolls slightly, wrapping his arms around your body.

“Feel better?” You ask, panting and patting him on the arm. He groans, digging his face into the back of your neck, rubbing his stubble over the sensitive skin. He’s also still breathing heavily as he presses your bodies together. “Ready to get some sleep now?” You ask, doing your best to grip the blanket with your toes and pull it up where you hands can reach. Paz grunts his affirmation and then helps, covering your bodies before he wraps himself around you again. It takes approximately 3 minutes for his breathing to get heavy, 4 more minutes for his grip to slacken a little, and 3 more minutes for him to start snoring. He’s worn you out so much that it only take a couple minutes for you to join him.

The next morning comes quick and Paz is up before you, as usual. He’s softly caressing your skin, his large hands traversing your body.

“You awake?” He asks, his voice still rough and husky from sleep. You grunt in response, rolling and allowing your legs to fall open. Your brain isn’t fully awake but your body is. He kisses his way down the side of your neck, shifting so his body is hovering over yours. His lips press against yours, lazy kisses that steal your breath. He’s hard and heavy between your thighs, pressing up against the soft inner skin of them. “Did you keep my cum inside this sweet pussy all night?” He asks but you’re still too tired to answer. “I’ll check for myself,” he concedes, dipping under the blankets to look. “You did good baby,” he compliments, fingers swiping through the mess. “But I think you can take another,” he tells you as he kisses his way back up your body. “You okay? Need me to prep you?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Just go slow, I’ll be okay. I’ve taken you with no prep before,” you remind him, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and bringing his face down to yours. Your tongues meet as he uses a hand to line himself up, pressing his head gently inside you. You hiss as he presses in, but because it feels good. Your slick combined with his leftover spend from the night before makes his entrance easier.

“You feel so good,” he groans, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. He pushes in a little further, teeth biting in on the soft skin of your neck. Your own hands come up to dig at the skin of his back, nails biting softly. He pulls out a little, pushing back in a little more. His scruff scratches your skin as he dips his chin to bring a nipple in his mouth. You’re fully awake now, arching up into him and bringing your hips further down on his cock. He’s got one hand on your hip to steady both of you and he starts short thrusts. Paz switches breasts, sucking at your opposite nipple as your breathing gets sharp.

“Paz, I love you,” you cry, hands shifting to grip his broad shoulders. He grunts back the sentiment, his thrusts getting stronger and sharper. Your hips move in time with his, pushing down as he’s pressing up and he’s giving you these sexy little grunts under his breath. It stays like this for a minute, both of you just enjoying the feeling of the other, the feeling of being connected like this. He’s whispering sweet nothings as he continues his rhythm.

Eventually though, he needs more friction, so he pushes back on his knees, pulling your ass against his thighs. “Can’t wait to fill you with my cum,” he grunts, hands on your hips. His thrusts kick up several notches right away with this new angle. Both your bodies notice the immediate change and when he moves a hand to thumb at your clit, you know you won’t last.

“Fuck Paz!” You cry, your body contracting on him and making him grunt.

“Keep that up and this won’t be long,” he warns but he feels so good you don’t care. He swipes at your clit again and your body contracts once more, making him hiss. He’s knocking up against something hot and heavy in your core and when you combine that with the way his thumb feels on your clit, you’re teetering on the edge of bliss. “Are you going to come all over my cock? Make a mess on me?” He asks, thrusting just a little harder and that’s all it takes to throw you over the edge. You cry out his name, your hands moving to grip his forearms. He works you through it, letting your pussy contract on him as you come down, his teeth gritting with the effort of not coming himself. Once you come down, he wraps his arms around your back, pulling you up chest-to-chest with him. Your own arms wrap around his broad shoulders as he brings your mouths together. He holds you in place as he fucks up into you, surrounding your body with his.

It doesn’t take him long like this, with your whole body wrapped around him, to reach his end. His hips stutter and he buries his face in your neck before he presses all the way in and groans. He jerks slightly, probably overstimulated from being inside you, before he brings his mouth back to yours. The pair of you lazily make out, basking in the glow of morning sex.

“Do you have meetings today?” He asks, bodies still connected. You nod at him, explaining.

“We’ve got some other coverts coming in to see about trading resources and I think Din is coming by today to talk about getting his little green goblin fitted for some armor today,” you tell him, mentally going through your checklist.

“Mhmm, I can’t wait to see you during the day, knowing my cum is dropping out of your pussy,” he tells you, low and husky in your ear.

“I’m sure you’ll find ways to remind me,” you chuckle, kissing him.

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[bobafetts-princess]

Kinktober Day 7- Sex Toys

Pairings: Fennec x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: sex toys, edging, face sitting, overstim, Fennec is a little cocky shit but we love her

Word Count: 1700

A/N: I’m trying to hard to catch up and failing so miserably.

You’re posted up at the ship hangar, waiting for Firespray to come through the docking doors. Boba and Fennec have been off world for the last few weeks, recruiting for their upcoming battle with the Pyke Syndicate. You and Boba’s partner stayed behind to do some recruiting on-planet and train the recruits you already have.

After what feels like ages the docking bay opens, allowing Boba’s very different looking ship to land and begin the process of unloading cargo and captains. Boba’s out first, his helmet tucked under his arm as he descends the ramp and he gives you a smile.

He’s almost reached the bottom before Fennec pops out from the same place he came from and she takes your breath away. Her helmet is still on and she’s got her rifle tucked protectively against her stomach. She’s much less trusting than Boba and prefers to do a sweep of the room herself before she removes her helmet. You get a short nod while she sweeps, her sharp eyes looking for anything out of place and you’re relieved when she doesn’t find any. Her steps are long and purposeful as she descends, taking her helmet off and shaking her hair out of her face. A droid comes and takes the helmet and rifle from her, taking them to the weapons room for a cleaning and inspection. She’s on you a half second later, hand grabbing a handful of your ass as she presses her lips to yours. Her lips are soft but her kiss isn’t as she devours you, shoving her tongue in your mouth. There’s the faint sound of Boba chuckling, then a door shutting behind him as he goes off in search of his own partner.

“Hi,” you breathlessly murmur when she pulls back. “How’d it go?”

“Well, I think. We got recruit pledges, we just have to see if they’ll follow through. How’d it go here?” She’s attentive as you talk about the training, her fingers linked through yours. You’re eager to get her back to your quarters, make up for lost time, but she’s still in work mode and needs to get all this off her chest first. You start to tug her towards the door, trying to make your intentions clear, and she follows, her brows quirked in amusement.

“Miss me, my love?” Her voice is smug and if you she hadn’t been gone nearly a full cycle, you’d be annoyed with her.

“Of course, let me show you how much,” she laughs, her head tipping back and her braid falling long down her body.

“Oh, my love,” she chuckles, rubbing her nose against yours, “I’ve missed you.”

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Once you managed to drag her to your quarters, she’d busted out the box of toys you kept, pulling them all out and laying them on your shared bed. She’s got a devilish glint in her eye as she arranges them in a certain way and it’s only the next day you realize she’s arranging them in the order she plans on using them.

You help her undress and shower, pulling her hair out of the braid and washing it for her, letting your hands run over the softness of her body as you do. You lotion her up afterwards, making sure every inch of her skin is soft and hydrated and she does the same for you. Her skilled fingers pluck over your nipples, drawing gasps from your throat. You missed her deeply, not just sexually but emotionally. You were ready to sleep in a bed next to her again.

“Let’s take this to bed, my love,” she tells you, pulling you towards the bed, naked and glowing. You follow, letting her maneuver you to where she likes, spread out in the middle of the bed, toys on one side. Hands wrapping around her hips you pull her to you, the softness of her breasts pressing against your own. Your fingers reach between her legs as you kiss, pushing past the small patch of hair to touch her. She’s wet- so are you- and you desperately want to taste her. She’s got this husky taste to her, salty and delicious. You pull away and tell her so, tell her how much you want to taste her on your tongue. How much you want to let her ride your face while she gets off. She smiles and shifts, moving to swing her lean legs over your face. One hand comes down to cup your tit, flicking the nipple so it’s hard under her fingers. Your own hands wrap around her thighs, tugging to bring her pussy down and she obliges. Her pussy hits your open mouth, the scent of her overwhelming and wonderful. Your tongue peeks out, swiping through her and you groan at the taste. She hisses a breath out between her teeth, her hands gripping at your breast.

“Feel good?” You tease, fingers digging in the muscle of her legs.

“You’re a brat,” she shoots back, dropping her hips down on your mouth. You eat her out like her life depends on it as she rides your face. You taste her, tongue teasing over her clit and dipping into her entrance. Her other hand moves to your throat, resting there but the promise is enough for you. Her cries are rising in pitch and you know she’s close, know she’s reaching the edge. You pull her clit between your lips, sucking on the sensitive nub and she breaks. Her fingers tighten against your skin, nails biting into the flesh. Refusing to let up, you circle her clit with your tongue again, tormenting the nub as you push her right into a second orgasm. She cries out again, your name on her lips as her hips jerk. She rides you through it, coming down from her high using you.

“You’re going to pay for that,” she says, climbing off of you. You grin at her, using the towel she laid out to clean your chin.

“I’m not even sorry. I know you needed that,” you’re unapologetic as you shrug and she picks up her favorite toy, a vibrating dildo.

“Spread for me,” she demands, wedging her way in between your thighs. You oblige and she clicks the vibrator on and shoves it right up against your clit. You cry out, jerking to try and get away from her. “I told you that you’d pay for it,” she smiles, kicking the vibrations up a notch.

“Fennec!” You cry, hips thrusting into the air. She follows, refusing to let up. “Fuck!” She cry again and she laughs, pulling away and clicking the vibrator off. She lets you settle back down before she moves back in, a little gentler this time. She nudges at your entrance with the head of the dildo, turning the vibrations on a low setting as she presses inside you. Your breathing is pitched as she slides it in a little further, kicking the vibrations up a notch. She starts to thrust the toy, pushing it a little further in each time until you’re being fucked with the entire toy.

“Pussy looks so pretty like this, my love,” she husks, moving faster and angling the toy up. You can feel your orgasm building as she speeds up. Fennec knows your body well, knows how to bring you to the brink efficiently. Your body is tensing and you can taste your orgasm but she stops before you get there.

“What the hell?” You whine, slapping a hand to your forehead.

“I forgot your favorite toy,” she says, devilishly. She forages around for a split second before she appears in your line of sight. She’s right though, she’s got your favorite toy in her hand. “How could I forget these?” She fake-contemplates, dropping the cold metal chains in the valley between your breasts. They’re your favorite nipple clamps, adjustable in their grip with a chain connecting them. She attaches the first one, the sting of the clamp making you moan. Then she attaches the second one, the bite of it just as enticing as the first. She gives you a smirk before she tugs on the chain, making you gasp and arch. “That’s much better, isn’t it?”

She grabs another toy, putting it to the side as she grabs the dildo again. She picks up the same pace as before, interspersing her thrusts of the toy with tugs at the nipple clamps. It doesn’t take you long to reach the edge again, but before you can get over it she stops again.

“Sorry, my love, I forgot to turn on this toy,” she tells you, eyebrow quirked in amusement. She grabs the toy in question, a clit sucker and one of her favorites to use on you, and turns it on. She presses it right up against your clit, allowing the little toy to vibrate right up against it. The feeling is so intense you think you might lose your mind. This is her favorite toy because it brings you to the edge in no time, especially if she’s already used other toys. You so desperately want to come but then she starts thrusting with the dildo again and you lose all sense of coherency. You half mumble her name, your back arching as your orgasm burns in your bones.

“Need to come?” She asks like she doesn’t already know. Frantically you nod your head at her, hoping she won’t stop this time. She fears your wish, pressing the dildo in all the way and holding it and the vibrating toy in place while she tugs on the nipple clamps and you fall apart. You cry out, pulling harder at the clamps while you arch. You swear later that you blacked out and Fennec will agree with you, but you come back to earth just as a second orgasm hits and she removes the clamps. You scream as blood comes rushing back into them, the sting of that almost more intense than the clamps themselves. A third smaller orgasm washes over you as soon as the second ends, but it’s less intense because Fennec removes all the toys and sets them aside.

Exhaustion washes over you as soon as the waves of pleasure subside and you fight to open your eyes and look at your partner.

“That was nice,” you slur and she laughs.

“Get some sleep. I’ll clean the toys and join you in bed soon,” she says, kissing you on the forehead

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