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freakrenaissance · 2 years ago
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Dominant din on my mind tonight 🤤 this is such a luscious lil drabble 💞
Jess, I have another headcanon if you're still doing them. If not, feel free to ignore. Din Djarin absolutely loses it when he finds out you like getting your ass spanked.
Ahhh - TESS, YES! I have been thinking about this all day, what an incredible HC. 💖 This honestly deserves its own fic. Thank you so much, my friend.
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(Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it)
Din Djarin x F!Reader
Tags: Spanking, PiV
There isn’t a thought behind the harsh slap on your ass, just a slight miscalculation of distance on Din’s part as his hand moves to angle your shoulders down as he pounds into you.
His apology fizzles out on his tongue as he registers the low, needy groan coming from your lips, the sharp tightening of your pussy as it clenches down around him.
“Fuck, pretty girl. Did you like that?” His voice teeters on incredulous, and his hips seem to react unconsciously, rutting against you, pressing harder and deeper.
“Please, again,” You want to feel the sweet burn so badly that you can hardly form words as you push back against him, meeting his thrusts, your mouth open and panting against the sheets.
His answering growl is low, a rumble through his vocoder, his hand cracking down against your skin with intent this time, “Knew you were fucking perfect. Can’t wait to paint your pretty ass red.”
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helpinghanikan · 1 year ago
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Star Wars: Kinktober
Day 23: DP (Boba Fett and Din Djarin)
Kinktober Masterlist
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Mos Espa was still rubble when Boba and Din all but invited themselves into your bedroom. This wasn’t the first time you had them both, it was the first time they seemed to have discussed this without you. Both asked to speak with you away from anyone else after that Rancor got squared away.
“This is the only way to celebrate a battle, Like how old Mandalorians did it,” Din said, his hand in your hair. “Ravishing the willing while enemies still bleed somewhere else. It’s the best way to show the world we’re still alive.”
It was hard to focus on anything Din was saying right now. You’ve been on your hands and knees for the last few minutes. Being a good girl and sucking Din’s cock while Boba fingered your ass open. Every now and then Boba would reward you with a tease to your clit, not enough to get you anywhere but it was still nice.
“You’re making that up,” was all you could think to say. Your voice carries an authority that doesn’t usually come with sucking someone’s cock.
The deep chuckle behind you is followed by a swat to your backside.
“Except he’s not, Little one. Stand up for us.” Boba orders, his hands staying on your hips as you stand.
He turns you around to face him. Still most in his armor with only the codpiece missing. Din was the same behind you. They both knew what their armor did to you, what it did to everyone really. Nothing sexier than a wall of power dressed in metal.
As if to prove that you are a ‘little one’ to him, Boba lifts you from the floor. His gloves are a bit rough on the back of your thighs, pulling your leg around him and positioning you over his cock. He continues to speak as he slowly presses through your lower lips.
“This tradition is found in every kind of clan, it’s as Mandalorian as our helms and weapons. Plenty of willing men and women can be found at the end of battles. It’s not just Mandalorians who want to feel alive after death.” Boba tries to hide it but his voice changes while inside of you.
Din waits for your signal before pushing in your ass. Waiting for you to reach back towards him. He needs you to physically grab at him before being willing to do anything.
“Tell us if it’s too much.” He says, the cool of his helmet pressed into the back of your neck.
Boba had a thick cock that fucked your pussy with slow but deep thrusts. Barely was there any sound from his hips smacking yours. He cared more about the feeling than the showmanship of fucking fast.
Din, on the other hand, had a longer cock than Boba but wasn’t as thick. Instead, he reaches deeply inside of you. Passing by the regular sense of feeling and into the boundary of being almost too much. There’s no point in trying to get used to the feeling of him so far in, you won’t be able to when Boba is also fucking you.
Din and Boba fuck together like how they fight. Not a mirror image of one another but with a series of complimentary movements. When you think that maybe there is a rhythm for you to focus on it suddenly changes. The smacking gets louder and louder as Din forgets his position and can only think about his cock.
It was never spoken in front of you, but they seemed to have their own little rules about these trysts. The most important rule seemed to be that you needed to get off before they were allowed to.
You weren’t going to question this. Their hands seemed to be everywhere, and there seemed to be a million of them. Squeezing your breasts, holding up your thighs, rubbing gentle circles into your clit, and tilting your chin towards the ceiling so Din could nuzzle into your shoulder.
It’s not a growing warmth but a gasping explosion when you cum. Heat through your core escaping out of your mouth in a barking shout. Din groans behind your ear while Boba’s eye-line is locked onto your face.
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zinzinina · 3 years ago
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Sam, you know who I'm gonna ask for lol
✨Can I please request Poe Dameron when he's convincing the reader to let him help the reader "practice" 😏 In Directions?✨
I'm so curious as to what was running through his head during that conversation.
Hi Tess, thank you so much for playing! I really loved hanging out in Poe's head for a little bit x
Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Word Count: 1.7k Rating: Explicit 18+ Warnings: Indirect mentions of vaginal fingering and squirting
This is reworking of a scene from this fic, told from Poe's POV.
from a certain point of view ask game ✨
He can’t think of a single word to say, the inside of his mouth as flat as the warm, slightly bitter-tasting ardees sitting on his tongue. He watches, struck absolutely dumb as she frowns and shifts uncomfortably. Her lower lip sticks out; an expression he’s positive she has no idea is as adorable as it is, and he fights the urge to reach out and press his thumb to the middle of her pout.
“What?” Her eyes skate his face nervously, a tiny muscle beside her mouth twitching downward. He forces himself to swallow before he answers, not wanting his voice to crack under his incredulity.
“You think that’s normal?”
She’s joking, he thinks. She has to be; there’s no way in hell—
She glances down at her hands, that familiar little line of consternation appearing between her brows, and the realisation feels like getting shot in the guts. She isn’t joking. She looks anything but amused. If he had to try to identify the expression on her face, he’d be leaning towards mortification.
He can’t keep the horror out of his voice. “Wait, wait, wait. Baby. Are you saying you’ve never had an orgasm?” He briefly entertains a vivid fantasy of standing up, strolling down to the mess and smacking Kip clean across the back of the head.
She drops onto the flat of her back with a quiet little huff. The warm rose light of dusk bathes her upturned face in warmth, and he tries very hard not to stare at the way her skin glows in this lighting, all the way down to the yanked-open neckline of her flightsuit, showing a sliver of her loose flight tank. “Of course I have. All the time. Just… y’know, on my own.”
Several things fight for dominance in his mind at once. First is an image of her doing precisely as she’d said, on her own. She’s in her starbird-stamped flightsuit, but it’s rolled down to her thighs, the orange sleeves hanging empty as she rocks up into the feeling of her fingers between her legs. He shoves the thought away, but not before he has time to register the fact that his brain has conveniently conjured her laying in his bunk for this undertaking.
“How is that even possible?” he manages. “Who’ve you been hooking up with?”
More pressing than the intrusive thought of her stretching out and sighing in pleasure is an odd, prickling compulsion that he can’t put his finger on. It’s not just built from indignation on her behalf; he already knew Kip wasn’t the most considerate sexual partner in the galaxy. Poe remembers all too well from his own experience with him, even though it hadn’t felt like a total catastrophe at the time. Poe’s used to people leaning on him; relying on him to take care of them. It works most of the time, because—and he’d never say this out loud—he likes feeling needed.
No, the gathering sense of wild, panicked frustration he feels has more to do with the thought that other people have been given the chance to see her—to touch her, and taste her, and make her thighs shake so hard she can’t even think of a wiseass comment to throw back at them, and they’ve fucking squandered it. That’s the conclusion he reaches: Assholes. What a terrible waste.
She’s still talking, oblivious to his silent meltdown. “Does it make any difference? If I get blown into space dust tomorrow, it’s not like it will’ve mattered. And anyway, maybe it’s just me, maybe there’s something wrong with me.”
“Nope.” The word’s out faster than he can temper the fervour of his response. “That’s a lie. Not even a good one. Trust me, there’s nothing wrong with you. Drink.”
He props his arms under his head, his mind racing. Shitty sex is one thing. He should know; he’d had plenty before he realised that his talent for taking the lead extended to all facets of life. It’s another thing entirely to have had such consistently inconsiderate, unappreciative partners that she’s now doubting herself. It’s bullshit. Unacceptable.
What in the fuck have they been doing to her? How could anyone fail to see the way she should be touched? Isn’t it obvious? Every expression in her face, every movement of her hands when she’s speaking, the way she flexes and points her toes when she crosses her legs… the language of her body couldn’t be clearer to him. He knows it intimately, almost better than he knows himself. Even the parts he knows he probably shouldn’t, like the soft parts that she’s pressed unconsciously against him every time she’d fallen asleep after some dumb ‘vid, eyelids flickering, hands curled against her face.
After years of closeness and comfortable, unfiltered trust, there’s nobody else in the galaxy he can imagine wanting to spend his nights off with. He can’t even remember how many times he’s been hanging out with her and she’s said something seemingly plucked clean from his own thoughts, somehow articulated better than he could have managed himself. She now seems more like another part of him than anything else… albeit a part he occasionally finds himself daydreaming about while sitting for long hours on arduous recon assignments. He realises uncomfortably that maybe, just maybe part of the reason he’s so pissed off at the thought of someone else taking her for granted is because he’s begun to worry that he’s doing the very same thing.
The sound of her voice doesn’t quite pierce the bubble of his thoughts, and he’s distantly aware she’s asked about his briefing, and then of his mouth unconsciously offering some kind of response. He realises belatedly that he wasn’t supposed to repeat a single detail of his meeting with the General, but somehow he’s too distracted to care.
Poe’s been accused of impulsivity plenty of times. And sure, he’ll unthinkingly throw his X-wing into the kind of spin that’d scramble a greener pilot without waiting to consider the consquences, but he’s never had the urge to actually hit someone as badly as he does right now.
“You gonna see Kip again?” Not that he fucking deserves it.
“Hard not to, considering we’re both in the next rotation.”
“Not like that. You know what I meant.”
She wrinkles her nose, and he watches as the light from the rings above softly outlines every single one of her eyelashes. “Probably not. It’s... embarrassing, you know? Getting dressed up, trying to be witty and cool and sexy.” You don’t have to try, he silently interjects. “It’s so much stress for so little payoff. And I’m tired of being left so… ugh, frustrated.”
She wouldn’t be worried about any of this if somebody made her come hard enough to have her nearly biting through her own lip. If her eyes were rolled so far back in her head that she’d forgotten her own name. If her legs were too weak to do so much as twitch. She wouldn’t be worried about anything at all. Somehow, his next thought grows air and climbs out into the space between his body and hers.
“I can help you with that.”
Her reaction would be funny under any other circumstances, but he doesn’t even feel a twinge of humour as he waits for her to stop choking for breath, clutching dramatically at the grass beneath her.
“Wow. That’s not funny, you blurrg.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be.” Something in the back of his brain is yelling at him to shut up, despite the fact that he feels absolutely calm. What is he doing?
“It wasn’t a challenge for you, Poe. I know your ego can’t resist the chance to prove that you’re somehow better than every other man on base, but I’m not here for that. Sorry.”
Well that hurts. Surely she knows him better than that. “That’s not fair—and what do you mean, every man on base?”
“It’s a figure of speech. Like you can talk; you probably got to them all before I did!”
The yelling in his head is growing louder, and he can’t ignore it any longer. He sits up, gaze fixed distractedly to a turned-over clod of earth next to his feet. This is fine. Of course it is; what’s the big deal? Since when does it matter to him who he hooks up with? It’s just sex. It’s fun, and easy, and he’s really fucking good at it.
He can already see it. He can practically taste it. The way she’ll look down at him when he curls his fingers inside her; those eyes he’s used to seeing flashing with amusement instead blown wide with desire. She’ll probably be shy; trying to close her legs even as he has her cunt gushing over his hand. And he will. He knows for a fact that he will.
He’s still thinking about it as his mouth starts moving again, not totally sure he knows what he’s saying. This’ll be good, he rationalises. It’s just a confidence booster. It’s for her benefit only—just something to help her adjust her fucked-up concept of what sex should be like. A favour between friends.
Even after she cautiously, skeptically agrees, he continues to reaffirm it to himself.
It’s for her. It’s just for her. He doesn’t want her ever questioning whether there’s something wrong with her again. Not after he’s taken care of her the way she deserves. Whatever she asks from him tonight, he’ll do his best to give it to her. It’s not about him. No ulterior motives; none at all. Doesn’t matter how he feels. He’s never had a problem keeping things in clean, unproblematic, emotionally neutral territory with sex and he’s not about to change that now.
And as he starts the walk back to the barracks, he almost manages to convince himself. Even as an extremely quiet voice in the back of his mind produces this singular, selfish truth: he's going to make sure nobody else ever compares to what he’s about to do to her.
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rexsjaigeyes · 4 years ago
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Divs! I'm coming to you with this thought today 💖 sorry if it's a bit much lol. So I've been thinking about Echo and Fives as one does 😌 and about cucking one while they watch. But instead of riding them or anything like that. You use the strap on them 😏 So maybe you're fucking Echo with your strap while jerking him off at the same time, while Fives is tied down to a chair just begging for you to fuck him and how he be so good for you.
Tess... I am speechless
"Sorry if it's a bit much" BESTIE ARE YOU KIDDING ME, this is a fucking galaxy brain thot and I'm gonna be thinking about it forever now 🥴🥴
Fives would probably make such a damn noise with his whimpering and begging, you'd have to gag him just so you can focus on making Echo feel good (and also because you like the sound of Fives's begging when it's muffled by your panties).
And oh god, could you imagine drawing the whole thing out to really torture both of them? Edging Echo while Fives writhes in his chair, impatiently waiting for his turn. And Echo is trying so hard to buck against your strap, but you slow down both your thrusts and your stroking enough to pull his pleasure away from him each time he's close. He can only take so much before he turns into a trembling, begging mess too, and then you finally take pity on both of them since they look like they could cum with just one touch.
BESTIE MY MIND IS RUNNING, HEL P
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boys-of-the-gar · 3 years ago
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Turns out I'm really good at flipping someone over and pinning them down. Any takers on helping me practice?
I know you are, ad’ika. I’ve seen the way you whip my vode into shape. Do you have any idea how hard it fucking gets me, watching you wrap those beautiful thighs around my brothers’ bodies and then dropping them to the mat? Shab, ner Tess’ika. Ni ganar draar haa'taylir dala guuror gar; bid kovid, bal mesh'la.
Lucky for me, I’m not like those boys. I was made differently. I’d like to see you try your hardest to pin me down, Tess’ika. I won’t be stopping with you until your entire body is trembling and soaked with both of our exertions, those pretty cheeks stained red. I want you fucking ruined underneath me; ad’ika, until you think you can’t take any more. You’d be surprised just how much you can take, Tess. I’m all for helping you stretch your limits. And maybe then we’ll start training.
-Alpha
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zinzinina · 3 years ago
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Jfc Tess, this took me out.
I know I’ve already told you my favourite part, but seeing it in the context of the completed fic was so much more powerful!
“Can you-” you can’t help the heat that rises in your face once more. “Will you stay? Inside?” Your tired pussy flutters around Wrecker’s fingers.
This is so, SO hot and soft and intimate and gaaaah. I have no words. I love the way you’ve written Wrecker; I just want him to take care of me so I can squish myself up close to his big chest and tummy and pass out.
Just the perfect mix of smut and gentleness. I loved this!
To Noise Making
Pairing: Wrecker x Female Reader
Rating: E
Word Count: 1.9k
Tags: somnophilia, sleep sex, dry humping, vaginal fingering, body worship, feelings, fluff
Notes: First, thank you to all my friends who read the draft of this fic! I always appreciate your help and I'm so lucky to know all of you. I love you all very dearly! 💖💖💖💖
I'm submitting this to @malewife-hansolo for her Redefining Sex - A Smut Challenge. This was a lot of fun to write and I hope you like it!
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“Could Hunter fill you up like I do?” Wrecker breathes the question into your ear and you pitch a moan, thrusting your head back and canting your hips onto his hand as he slips another thick digit inside your dripping cunt. The back of your head hits his soft hairy chest and Wrecker leans down and brushes a soft kiss to your sweaty hairline.
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“Hunter?” You jerk awake, confused and exhausted in your cramped bunk on the Havoc Marauder. It feels like someone woke you up and your mind immediately goes thinking there’s a problem. Why are you awake? What’s wrong? Did Hunter call for you? Why do you feel like there’s something urgent you need to take care of? It’s difficult to process what’s happening because almost as soon as you ask yourself these questions you realize you’re wrong. There’s nothing wrong. It’s the exact opposite actually. Your pussy is sensitive and your clit is aching and you’re so karking close to coming.
Kriff. Fucking stars! Your brain feels like it's switched to hyperdrive as your gut drops low. Another moan slips loud and low as Wrecker increases the pressure of each thrust of his hand that's fucking into you, keeping a steady pace. You know he must have been at this for a while from the loud wet noises your pussy makes every time he thrusts his two fat fingers inside of you. Your arousal is dripping out of you and onto the sheets below leaving you a sticky mess.
“That’s it, mesh’la,” Wrecker praises you as you rock your hips in time with his thrusting hand. “Thought you weren’t gonna wake up before I made you come.” You make more room for him between your legs by lifting your top leg up and back, resting your calf on his large hairy thighs, spreading yourself open further. A hiccup runs through your body and you slap your hand against the cool durasteel wall of your bunk to use as leverage. Desperate and needy, you search for any way to help you fuck yourself back on Wrecker’s hand. “You’re so kriffing pretty. You know you’ve already made me come. Wigglin’ around in your sleep and pressing that round ass of yours onto me.” Oh, fuck! He grunts and you can feel his huge fat cock pressing between the globes of your ass. It’s smooth and hard and wet but you can feel more precum being smeared on your lower back every time you cant your hips. “Gonna come again if you keep- moving like that.” His words seem to catch in his throat.
“Wrecker! Please-” You all but cry as he pulls his fingers out of you.
“It’s okay. I’ve got yah. I’ve got yah,” he soothes as bring his arm over your front and quickly slips back inside with a wet squelch. From this angle the heel of his hand rubs your aching clit every time he works his fingers inside of you.
It hits you almost immediately. Your orgasm pushing through you hard, trying to force Wrecker’s fingers out of your cunt, but he keeps his hand firm. Crooking his fingers inside and pressing up against the spongy spot that makes you see stars inside your tiny bunk. Wrecker keeps his fingers still, giving plenty for your cunt to come around, to squeeze down on as he still slowly grinds the heel of hand against you. Lengthening your orgasm and forcing you to come as hard as you physically can.
He’s groaning and rutting behind you. “Fuck! S’ good,” Wrecker buries his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. His breath is hot on your skin and suddenly your back feels wet and warm as his cum is smeared between you. There’s no way the others can’t hear you. Both you and Wrecker do absolutely nothing to stop your shouts and moans. The doors aren’t exactly soundproof and the Marauder isn’t exactly large. It just feels too good to try and be quiet and your mind is too fuzzy to even think about being polite. You’re bound to hear complaints from the others, but it hardly matters. It’s only Wrecker you care about right now.
Wrecker pants in your ear as you continue to clamp down on his fingers. “Came again just fucking now,” And stars, if that isn’t so karking hot. “From your sweet cunt gushing on my fingers. Can you feel it baby?” he asks as he rubs his softening cock against your ass. Yes, you nod letting him know that you can feel him. You know what you do to him just like how he can feel what he does to you. His hand is soaked and the sheets are soaked and there’s no way he can’t know how good he makes you feel. Eventually you both slow and Wrecker eases the pressure of his hand off your mound, not wanting to overstimulate you, but he keeps his fingers buried inside. The two of you lay together, entwined, and breathing in harmony as you come down from your mutual highs.
“Wreck, mmh, love you,” you tell him as you turn your head to press kisses along his jaw. Wrecker moves his head and meets your lips with his. Lazy, warm kisses are traded between the two of you. Lips and tongues pressing against each other, making your heart flutter and your mind drift. At some point, with Wrecker’s tongue in your mouth, you must clench again because he slowly withdraws his soaked fingers from your cunt before pressing them slowly back into you. “Oh!” You gasp into his mouth as he lethargically fucks you with his hand.
“There you go,” His chest rumbles as you manage to wrap your arm around the one he’s using to fuck you, pressing it tight against your body. You whisper his name as the fire inside of you begins to kindle anew. “Use me however you want, mesh’la. Keep grinding on my hand and make yourself come. Or I can keep them inside of yah to keep you full while you fall asleep.”
You still your rocking for just a second. “Can I have both?” Voice small, you’re shy to ask, feeling greedy even though you know there’s no logical reason to feel either way.
Wrecker finds your lips again and encourages you to start again by rubbing your mound with the heel of his hand. “‘Course you can,” he says against your lips. You love this. This feeling of being full and not just in the literal sense. You’re full to burst with love for Wrecker, with his love for you. And the easy way he fucks you. Just slow and steady. He’s in no rush to make you come, for you to be finished. He just wants to make you feel good. However he can make that happen.
Steadily grinding on Wrecker’s hand, you lose track of time being held in his arms. Sometimes you begin to drift off, sleep beginning to fog the edges of your mind. But then his fingers shift and find that spot and you turn into a wanton mess. “Wreck, I can’t-” it’s beginning to frustrate you. Slowly chasing an orgasm you’re not sure you can reach but you definitely want.
“Do you want to try another finger?” You can hear the smile in his words. He’s basking in the feeling of you wanting him. Of wanting more of him.
“Yes! Please, I just want one more. Just wanna come one more-” You cut off. Completely distracted by the feeling of a third large finger edging your slick hole. Wrecker hums deeply, vibrating into your back as he gently eases a third finger into your stretched cunt. “Yes-” you gasp, so fucking thankful for the extra finger. The added stretch feels so good. He makes sure your clit has enough friction on his hand but he lets you set the pace as you grind against him, leaking all over.
“Mesh’la,” He breathes. Excited and sated and awed all at once. “You gonna make yourself come?”
“Yes!” You cling to his arm. It’s enormous. He’s soft and hairy and he feels like home as his burly muscles flex under your fingers with each thrust of his hand. The pace is slow. Too tired to move any faster but Wrecker knows exactly what you need. He strokes the inside of your cunt as best he can with his three fingers. It’s not much with how full you are, but it feels karking amazing. Your needy mewls letting Wrecker know that you're close.
“Go ahead, mesh’la. Come on my fingers. Use my hand the way yah need.” His kind, enraptured words push you over the edge one more time. The feeling washes through you, up your spine and down your limbs. It settles in your fingers and toes, tingling in pleasured relief. Your head is light and your body sags, head hitting the mattress below, grip loosening on Wreckers arm. He slows his thrusting to a stop and nuzzles into your neck once more to place soft kisses. “Did yah feel good?”
Huffing a laugh you turn and pepper kisses along any part of him you can reach. “You always make me feel good.” You punctuate your answer with a long kiss to his lips.
“I think you should try and go back to sleep,” Wrecker quietly laughs as you stifle a yawn. His nose brushes along the side of your face and you can feel the smile on his lips pressed against your cheek.
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” Closing your eyes you feel relaxed, boneless, happy in your cramped and messy bunk. Just the two of you, shut off from the rest of the crew, the rest of the universe. Only allowing yourself to exist in this moment in time with your beloved. “Can you-” you can’t help the heat that rises in your face once more. “Will you stay? Inside?” Your tired pussy flutters around Wrecker’s fingers.
“Said I would, didn’t I?” Wrecker’s large hand cups your entire mound, just resting there, keeping you full and sated. He makes you feel so safe, completely taken care of. “Sleep,” He requests softly. And even as he’s holding on to you, your limbs entwined, spent and dirty, he knows how to make the moment sweet. His soft deep hums easily fill the remaining spaces of your bunk. The song sounds like a lullaby. You don’t know the words, or if there are lyrics at all. He’s never sung it for you. But the melody is bone achingly familiar to you by now with how often Wrecker hums it for you. Trying to hum along for a few loping measures, your higher pitch harmonizes with Wrecker’s deep bass. You manage to follow along for just a bit before sleep tugs you down. Wrapped up in the hazy edges of your mind, comforted by Wrecker’s warmth. His love and his presence blankets you, his gentle song a pillow for your head.
“Love you,” you manage to tell him before you completely slip away into blissful unconsciousness. Carried off by the gentle ebb and flow of the hummed melody.
Wrecker waits patiently for you. Always. Listening to your breathing to make sure you’re fast asleep before letting his song trail away. “Love yah too,” he whispers as softly as possible. Trying to make sure he doesn’t wake you up again. He rests easy with you in his arms. The last thing he wants to do is let go. So he holds on tight. Both to you and to a forever he wants with you.
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Tagging some mutuals that might be interested. I'm redoing my tag list so dm me or send an ask if you want on my tag list. (No pressure to read if I've tagged you.)
@malewife-hansolo @saradika @zinzinina @ladyopress @mandaloriandin @thiccumz @luladoll @clanoffetts @rexsjaigeyes @dogmascutie @themaydecemberist
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keravnos-kori · 4 years ago
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Bail Organa, how hot is he?
Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty |Gorgeous | LORD MERCY
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THE PRINCE REGENT OF ALDERAAN HIMSELF. give me a breaaakkkk dude. He’s literally the definition of a beautiful man. I think its the exuding dilf energy - i’ve always had a major crush on him for as long as i can remember. ROGUE ONE BAIL!!!!???? hits every time without fail. when he has his salt and pepper hair??? -chefs kiss- and he’s so tall and and and
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mandaloriandin · 3 years ago
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Have a good night darling 💖
6, 9, and 20!
Ahh thank you Tess 💕💕
6. Do you have any ships?
Um does me x everyone count? Because I ship myself with almost everyone sjshsgsgvs
But lmao yes I'm an absolute sucker for Codywan. Love Blyla, Mandomera is so 🥺🥺 and can I ship Bail and Breha if they're already married? Too bad I am anyway. Oh also I am fully on team Cham x Eleni x Howzer power throuple lmao. Also I love Finnpoe and Finnrey. Also I love the headcanon that Lando and Han are exes (its basically canon lets be real), and that Han and Boba are exes hahaha
Okay I think I'm done now 😅
9. What food from star wars would you want to try?
Definitely a jogan fruit!!! Also I know the instant bread rey makes in tfa isn't supposed to be good but it looks yummy and I want to try it lol. And I wanna try all the alcohol lol, especially toniray and other alderaanian wines, and spotchka lol.
20. What type of pet would you have?
TOOKA!!!! 🐱 Also I wouldn't say no to a bogling lol they're so cute. And do droids count as pets? Bc I would love a little BD unit haha
Send me some star wars asks!
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elenamiria · 4 years ago
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Din Djarin, Paz Vizsla, Boba Fett x Reader - Kinktober Day 25
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Cock Worship | Erotic Dancing | Overstimulation | Exhibitionism/Voyeurism 
Word Count: 3.5k  Warnings: fem reader, lapdancing, p in v sex, creampies, blowjobs, fingering, deepthroating, size difference/kink, multiple orgasms, pet names, voyeurism & exhibitionism, very lightly edited so there may be mistakes (oops)
Kinktober Day 25 (#1) «  Kinktober Masterlist »  Kinktober Day 26
Main Masterlist & Taggies: @legally-a-bastard​ , @katrynec​ , @mistermiraclee​ , @who-talks-first​
You should have known that sleemo wasn't going to let you get away with it. It was his own fault really. You had repeatedly told him the rules (No touching, no groping, pay up front) and he repeatedly broke them, you should have simply called security and let them deal with it but something about him pissed you off so much that you slipped a little spice into his drink. Not enough to kill him or seriously hurt him but enough so that you could steal his credits and his fancy holo-pad and that he couldn't stop you. It was then that you had security throw him out after grasping his chin tightly and whispering some nasty words to him that you would actually kill him if he ever showed up again. 
Life had gone on after that and you honestly almost forgot about it. That is until the bounty hunters started showing up. Now bounty hunters coming to a club to watch the dancers wasn't unusual and you being requested for a private dance wasn't unusual either. What was unusual was when the first bounty hunter tried to bring you in, though he wasn't the smartest. Trying to slip you a drugged drink which you insisted he drink first, with your assistance of course, and when he took a small sip you had crawled on his lap, pinning his hands down as you tipped every last drop down his throat. 
From there it was really a never ending stream, it had started slow but soon there was one you were fending off nearly every day. It honestly grew exhausting beating them with everything from a small knife coated with a weak poison that would knock them out tucked safely away in your panties, some you just offered money to while others forgot the bounty when you danced for them, one man you kicked in the nether regions so hard he left of his own free will figuring it wasn't worth it. Yes, you were pretty sure that this was going to be your new life - constantly on guard - though you weren't too upset considering all of the hunters paid you for a dance up front so you were raking in quite a few credits. But when three Mandalorians walked in you nearly fell off of the pole you were currently dancing on, you knew they had to be here for you. 
You had been managing just fine when it was single bounty hunters coming after you but three, this was going to be impossible. You continued your routine until the song finished and you quickly switched out to try to come up with a plan. They had sat right in front of the stage you had just been on and deciding to get ahead of the metaphorical speeder you approach them.
You sauntered up with all the false confidence of the world, one of them - the green one - shifted up in interest as you approached as he had been relaxed sprawling over the couch. The blue one tilted his head in your direction and the silver one stood still, you took a deep breath as you reached the trio.
"I assume you're here for me. I'll-"
"We are." Your jaw ticked slightly in annoyance as the silver one cut you off. You paused before opening your mouth to speak only to be cut off by him again, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."
There was a chuckle from the green Mandalorian though it held little humor, "Let her speak Din."
Din, that must have been the silver one's name. You couldn't miss the way he bristled at the green one's tone, you knew there was no way to out muscle them but the dissonance between them now that was something you could use. Deciding to play up on it you turned your attention to green purring out, "Are you in charge?" 
Again you noticed how Din stiffened at your words and his helmet shook slightly when green replied, "Yes I am, such a smart girl."
You laughed and bit your lip lightly, "Well what I was going to say is I'll go with you three, no fighting, no problems, if you let me give you three a private dance."
"Do you think we're st-"
Din spoke only to be cut off once again by green, "Why would you do that? There's nothing in it for you."
You let out another breathy laugh before replying, "Might as well get my last kicks in before you three haul me to who knows where. Figure I should go out with a bang."
There was silence, greens helmet turned towards blue's and Din seemed to be staring straight into your soul. Green turned back to you with a short, "Fine."
Din launched up as he growled, "No. We aren't stupid, we're not going to play whatever little game this is."
You knew he was on to you but the other two seemed eager to go along with your little scheme. You offered him a soft smile and you strolled a tad closer to him, "Honestly, no tricks and besides am I really that much of a threat to you? I mean it's three to one, if I tried anything I don't think any of you would have any problems taking me down. I mean blue over here looks like he could eat me for breakfast."
On your last sentence you let your voice drop down slightly giving your words a double meaning that you knew blue caught as he shifted in his seat. Din stared at you and you shifted nervously until green spoke gruffly, "Let's go."
You blinked at them before tilting your head and motioning for them to follow you. You slid past the curtain leading to the private rooms and headed to the one closest to the back exit in case you actually managed to pull this off and needed a speedy getaway. You held the silky fabric blocking the view of the room to the side in order for the three men to shuffle into the room. As they got comfortable on the long couch in the front of the room you headed over to the holo-pad that controlled the music and selected a slow, sensual playlist. You hoisted yourself up onto the stage and slipped into your routine trying to ignore the fact that these were bounty hunters here for you. 
You paused when you noticed that the green one had taken his helmet off and faltered as you saw his roguish good looks. He had slid his legs open and a smirk covered his brown face as a gloved hand patted his thigh causing you to stumble. Your eyed him up and down as you slowly climbed down from the stage. Biting your lip you sauntered over to him swaying with the music, you turned and lowered so your ass brushed his thighs. 
Spinning back to face him you swiveled your hips around before placing one leg next to his hip, you trailed your fingers down your leg and smirked as his brown eyes followed your movement. You straightened back up before dropping into a squat and your hands slid up his legs to his thighs. He twitched slightly and one of his hands grasped yours. Lowering yourself to your knees you tilted your head at him with a seductive glance. He guided your hand to his upper thigh and you could tell he was hardening from the way his codpiece moved. You stared up at him you lowly questioned, "What would you like bounty hunter? I'll give you whatever you need."
"Boba. call me Boba and I think you'd look a whole lot prettier with something in your mouth pretty girl." As he spoke he worked on pulling off his codpiece and shifting his pants down in order to pull out his hard cock. You smiled up at him, while you would love to claim you were just doing this to get out of the bounty there was part of you that knew there was something drawing you to Boba and if you had given him a private dance under any other circumstance it would have ended much the same way.
Din let out a discontented grunt as you slipped Boba's hard length into your mouth sliding him as deep as he could go without choking you. Boba moaned his hand grasping the back of your neck as you sucked on his cock, bobbing your head up and down. Your hands moved to wrap around the part of him that you couldn't take while your other hand slipped to play with his balls. You let yourself look up at him doe eyed and slid him just far enough into your mouth that you choked lightly and your eyes watered. Boba's hips bucked as his nostrils flared. When you repeated the motion he groaned before squeezing your neck and pulling you off of his cock. Growling he stroked the back of your neck whispering, "Can I fuck you pretty girl?"
You nodded as you pulled off your already flimsy underwear and clambered onto his lap eagerly. Your hand grasped his cock as you slid his tip back and forth through your wet folds, the blowjob was sexier than you had anticipated and you were aching for stimulation. Boba's hands grasped your hips and you locked eyes as you sunk onto his length. Your walls stretched around him as you slid to his hilt let out a small whimper. Brown eyes gleamed as his hands tightened their grip and he snarled, "I wanna hear you screaming my name, pretty girl."
That was the warning you got before his hips were lifting off the seat to bounce you on his lap causing a startled moan to escape your body. Your jaw dropped as Boba absolutely pounded into you, he nuzzled into your neck pressing soft kisses and nips to the skin there. Your eyes darted to the other two Mandalorians in the room the blue one closest to you was unabashedly watching, a hand resting on his crotch his cod piece having been removed, and Din was pointedly staring at the empty stage. 
Boba grasped your chin to turn your face back to him as he pulled away from your neck, your hands grabbed at his shoulders as his cock slid in and out of you. Your walls fluttered around him as he held your gaze and he groaned at your expression, "That's it, just like that pretty girl. Do you have the implant?"
"I'm safe." You panted out in response. You never liked the names that other patrons had called you but as Boba praised you your cunt clenched around him. He moaned again and his pace sped up, his cock slamming up into you as you cried out his name your walls clinging to him desperately. Your fingers dug into him as you approached your peak but Boba beat you too it as his hips slowed and stuttered as hot cum painted your walls. Squeezing around him you moaned and rocked your hips back and forth slowly to help him ride out his orgasm. Boba steadied your hips on his as he cooed out, "Such a good girl."
Your clenched yet again at his words as you whimpered slightly, another hand grasped your arm and your head turned to land on the blue Mandalorian next you. Dragging your eyes down his body you landed on his impressive length which he had been desperately stroking. Climbing off of Boba's lap with a soft whine you walked in front of the big blue man. His hands slid to your sides, tracing and soothing down your waist and hips. His big palms squeezed at your side and you bit your lip before murmuring, "Will you make me cum Mandalorian?"
He grunted and tugged you forward in between his legs, "Call me Paz. Think you can handle me mesh'la?"
Din let out another irritated noise as Paz gave out his name, his head turned away from you. Paz's gloved hand slid to your wet cunt, slipping two fingers into your folds and thumbing at your clit. Mewling at the intrusion you clenched around his big fingers as he pumped softly, you appreciated the prep as his cock was truly bigger than you had ever taken - proportional to the man it belonged to. Fingers stretched you out, scissoring and curling within your depths, and you clung to his shoulders as short cries flew from your mouth.  Your pussy clenched hard and Paz pulled his fingers from your depths as he nudged your legs apart with one of his knees, "When you cum mesh'la it's going to be on my cock."
You nodded and parted your legs to clamber onto his lap. He lined himself up with you and you trembled in anticipation as his head slowly pushed through your folds. As you sunk onto his cock you couldn't hold back the whimpers as he stretched you out further than Boba had. Tears filled your eyes as he eased you down onto his cock. Paz cooed, his thumbs massaging your lower back gently as his hips arched upwards, pushing into you and filling you to the brim. You whimpered out his name, pussy spasming hard as tears started slipping down your face. Paz started a slow pace pulling out and then pushing in deeper than he had been, "Kriff mesh'la this pussy is perfect, taking me so well. So good for me."
Before you knew what was happening you Paz had sped up and one of his fingers was toying with your clit. A light pinch to your clit had you unraveling completely. Your orgasm had you seeing white as your walls clenched around the length inside of you and your back arched hard, pressing your stomach against Paz. He growled out as his fingers sped up amping your pleasure to the next level and your muscles tensed. The tears that had trickled down your face increased to a steady stream as you wailed his name. 
Paz looped his arms around your waist and suddenly he was standing. You wrapped your legs around his waist with a squeal as he adjusted to grab under your knees just before his hips pumped forward and your hips forcefully bounced against his. The obscene noises filled the air as he bottomed out within you on every thrust.  He turned while still holding you so Boba and Din could watch as he destroyed your tight little cunt. You pulled yourself flush to him as your arms wrapped around his shoulders while he pounded into you. Your whimpers and moans of his name flew through his helmet to reach his ears unfiltered as your face buried in his clothed neck. 
His hips shifted slightly and he hit a super sensitive spot deep within you causing you to let out a loud cry of his name. This pushed him into orgasm as his cock twitched within you and as his hips continued to pump into his cum spilled into you. Your own walls clenched and fluttered around him as an unexpected orgasm swept over you. Head flying back you cried out Paz's name over and over again as your walls milked his length of every last drop of cum. Your breathing was coming out in harsh pants and you could tell Paz was similarly affected as his chest expanded against yours. Your walls continued to tremble and flutter around him as the two of you came down, you nuzzling into his neck as your body shook against him.
In a very gentle move he lowered each of your legs to the ground, keeping a firm arm wrapped  around your waist - without which you wouldn't have remained standing. He held you softly against him until you regained feeling in your wobbly legs and you took a tentative step. His hand found your hand to squeeze affectionately as he muttered, "Thank you mesh'la."
You smiled at him before you turned your head to the grumpy silver Mandalorian who was still pointedly looking away from the two of you. Boba, on the other hand, had been unabashedly watching and was palming at his cock which had hardened again solely from watching you be ravished. You stumbled, you had no illusions about how graceful you were after being totally wrecked by Paz’s massive cock, over to Din as you had noticed a very prominent bulge at the front of his pants. Slipping to your knees you rested your hands on his lower thighs as you looked up at him.
"That looks awfully painful Din, would you like some help with that?" There was silence for several long moments and you thought he was going to put an end to this whole affair and put you in binders on the spot. You were absolutely shocked when he finally grunted and then nodded his head. 
You delighted in trailing your hands up his thighs and feeling how they tensed under your hands. It was easy to slip his cock and balls out of his pants without a cod piece in the way, you smiled up at him as you stroked him softly, "I just wanna make you feel good, that's all."
With that you sucked him into your mouth, allowing your spit to coat him thoroughly as you eagerly bobbed your head. Your spit dripped down his length as you hollowed your cheeks around him and Din's hand cupped your face as you slid him further into your mouth. Your eyes glanced up at him to see his helmet tilting back and you allowed your eyes to slide shut as you opened your throat to him, to focus on pleasuring Din. You gently eased yourself down to take majority of his length, feeling his cock sliding into your throat. Pausing for a moment to adjust and allow yourself to calm your breathing as you slowly eased your head up and down. Din swore and his gloved hand moved to the back of your head, grabbing hard as he spoke, "Shit cyare, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum down your throat?"
You nodded best you could with a cock stuffed down your throat and you cupped his balls lightly. That was enough for him and his hips bucked slightly causing you to gag lightly before his cum was slipping down your throat. You swallowed lightly, fighting back the urge to choke as you worked him through his orgasm. As Din was sure he had shot all of his load into your waiting throat he slowly urged your head back off of his length. Your eyes slid up to his helmet as you pulled off of him and then your tongue dipped out to clean off his tip and shaft of any cum you hadn't been able to swallow. Din swore again as you pulled back and shakily sat of the ground, exhausted from the three men before you. 
There was another bout of silence before Boba spoke again, "It seems a downright shame to bring you to that sleemo now that we've gotten to know you."
You looked at Boba shocked, the man looked as relaxed as he had before. His cock tucked away and his arms spread over the back of the couch. He shot you a smirk as he offered, "What do you say to a little compromise. We get to come back, whenever we want - whether individually or together, and you give us a private dance whenever we'd like."
You couldn't help but let a smirk cover your own face as you saucily asked, "Are you blackmailing me Boba?"
He laughed, "C'mon pretty girl, I think we all know how much you enjoyed that. We'll be on our merry way and you can keep doing whatever it was you were doing to fend off the other hunters, as long as it's not this."
You shook your head, "No, I usually just sedate them somehow. I've never done this with a patron before."
This time it was Paz talking, "Good. Let's keep it that way mesh'la. Only us."
The two of them rose, Boba popping his helmet back onto his head as he headed towards the hallway back to the main area and Paz followed after. Din was the last to rise, situating himself before rising above you and offering his hand. You took it and he hauled you to your feet, hand holding yours for just a moment longer. 
As he stared at you you were positive that he was going to change his mind and bring you in but instead his hand rose to stroke your cheek. Rumbling out, "You tell no one of this. And like they said, only we get to touch you like that cyar'ika. Only us."
You nodded up at him and he stood for a second more before turning away to follow the other two out. You had to gather yourself as you walked over to collect your discarded panties and to come to grips of what just happened. You couldn't remember a time when you had ever been that thoroughly fucked and a smile covered your face as you hoped the three Mandalorians would come back soon.
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zinzinina · 4 years ago
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Sam, I humbly present you with a thot inspired by our previous conversation 💕
You're in a, relationship, with Din Djarin. He's experienced, of course. But due to the nature of his creed and his bounty hunter lifestyle, you're the longest companion he's ever had. Queue Boba Fett.
"You've never made her squirt before, Djarin?" His eyes look at you apologetically for someone with two fingers steadily pumping in and out of your cunt. You'd blush if you weren't already completely flushed from Boba's attentions. His solid back and strong arms the only thing keeping you upright while he casually takes you apart on his throne. "You have a few things you still need to learn. Cock out, Djarin. Let's not keep her empty and waiting any longer."
YO TESS BABE WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE
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rexsjaigeyes · 4 years ago
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Hey Divs 💖 I'm in my feels today and I was just thinking about how Wrecker, whose one of the more emotionally intelligent clones, would be so kind and amazing if he knew you weren't feeling well. I think we've seen a few examples where one of his love languages is acts of service. The way he made Omega her own room and takes her out for food after a mission (even if he puts it on Sid's tab). You know that he would try so hard to help you feel better. He also loves giving hugs. I'm a big hugger myself so just imagining the warm, enthusiastic hug he give you just to try and put a smile on your face warms my heart.
Tess my darling, it's like you knew I needed this today 🥺
He really is so emotionally intelligent and such a sweetheart, which is why I love him so much. I agree, his love languages are acts of service and touch because he really does give the most amazing hugs. God, he would do anything to cheer you up and help you feel better. 🥺🥺 why must y'all make me YEARN ugh, this is such a lovely thot, thank you so much tess
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boys-of-the-gar · 3 years ago
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Hey Wrecker, baby. I've been thinking about cuddling up with you while we watch s holovid together. There's nothing I love more than being wrapped up in your arms as we cuddle up together 💕 But I know that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from kissing your chest and working my way up along your neck and jaw. Would you get hard for me baby? Just imagine me sitting in you lap while I take your cock in my hands. I'd rub up against you, Wreck, while I jack you off. Cock twitching between my fingers while we kiss. Stars, just thinking about the noises you make, and the way your face scrunches up while I make you come has me desperate to see you. Tell me you feel the same?
Osik, sweetheart - yah don’t know what it does to me to hear that. ‘Course, I’d be happy just bein’ with yah... but knowin’ that you want it, want me too - I’m hard just from yah talkin’ about it.
Thinkin’ about your perfect pussy pressed against my cock - kark, I’d do just about anythin’ to be with yah right now. Could I touch yah too, sweetheart? Yah always feel good rubbin’ up against me, but I want to feel yah myself. Feel how tight and wet yah always get for me.
I don’t think I could last long with your pretty little hand wrapped around my cock, but stars, darlin’... I’d make it up to yah. Fillin yah with my fingers - or I could pull yah up to my mouth if you’d let me.
Whatever yah want, mesh’la. I’m yours.
-Wrecker
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zinzinina · 4 years ago
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Oh my god, Tess. This was the first thing I saw when I woke up this morning and it’s been on my mind all day. I LOVED it! You really got us into Rex’s head, and I could feel his thoughts spinning around with his nervousness. Thank you so much for fulfilling my request; what a gorgeous accompaniment to one of my favourite fics! Excuse me now while I go reread [Rec] yet again.
HELLO BEAUTIFUL TESS, the line in [Rec] where it says Rex was “shy to ask you for this” uhhh if you feel like it, I would love to see exactly how shy he was from his POV please? x
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Ask me to write a scene from one of my fics from a different character's pov
This was such a good idea Sam! I hope you like this. 💖
Here's a link to [Rec]. If you haven't read it, I highly suggest you read that first before continuing on as this is a direct prequel.
Pairing: Captain Rex x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit 18+ Only (Nothing really happens but I'm keeping the rating since it's a prequel to smut)
Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of recording sexual activities, grinding, cursing
Word Count: 1k+
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Courage is not a quality Rex lacks. He has braved hundreds of battles, leading thousands of his brothers to either victory or death, and he will do so again. And yet, Rex has encountered nothing – no other thing in the galaxy apart from your voice that makes his heart race and his hands tremble. Your visage, while beautiful, was not what makes him weak, or nervous, or whatever feeling you could call this. But who you are, and who you are alone is what brings Rex to his knees. Beauty could be appreciated by anyone but being allowed to know you, being given the opportunity to fall in love with you was a gift bestowed upon him that Rex could hardly believe he was given.
“Rex?” The sound of his name coming from your lips is the only way he wants to hear his name for the rest of his life. He's pulled back to the moment, sitting in your tiny apartment that a luxury compared to his quarters back on base. Hyper aware of how close he's sitting next to you on your couch. The lights are dimmed and the bright lights of speeders streak by the window, reminding him of stars flashing by while traveling through hyperspace. But instead of the cold military star ship, he's with you. Warm and relaxed if not a little nervous about what he wants to ask.
“Well, mesh'la. I, ah, was wandering—” The smile you give him stops his train of thought mid-sentence. Everything disappears from him except for the sound of his name when you say it and the thought of pressing a kiss to your soft lips. “I—I was thinking,” His throat is dry and he can feel the tension in his shoulders as he holds himself back. Determined to ask, to make sure it’s okay before acting on what he so badly wants to do. But he can’t control the way his thoughts quickly spiral into nothing and everything all at once as you lean in close.
Nose brushing against his own, your hand comes up to rest above his pounding heart. The thundering rhythm only concealed by the thin barrier of his blacks. He grips his helmet, seated on his lap, tighter. Just ask her the kriffing question. Just ask her. He wants to so bad but then he sees your gaze drop to his lips before coming back up to look him in the eye and all he can do is swallow his words.
Rex hardly notices when you take his helmet from his grasp. He gives it to you easily, whatever you want, no questions asked. His strong hands instinctively come to rest on either side of your waist as you take the space that was previously occupied. Your thighs and calves squeeze his legs as you straddle his lap. “Do you want me to wear this?” You offer coyly, holding his helmet in one hand while the other that's wrapped around his shoulder traces indecipherable patterns on the back of his neck. A shiver runs down his spine and his cock twitches at the implication he hears in your question. Do you want me to wear this while you fuck me? Kriff, you're perfect. He can't fathom what he's done to deserve a girl as perfect as you. And while fucking you while you wear his helmet is an idea he most definitely wants to explore in the near future, tonight he feels even more selfish.
If he can’t bring you with him, he wants more than just the holopics he keeps stored away for lonely nights. He's not thinking about the sweet ones. The ones he shows off to his vode where your smile is bright and your arms are wrapped around his waist while he holds you. No, he's thinking about the ones he keeps away from prying eyes. The ones where you're bare, stretched out with hooded eyes and mussed hair. The ones he uses late at night when you're the only thing he wants to think about. When he’s too far away to com you, to hear your voice, to hear the shape of his name only you can provide. He knows it's selfish but your offer has him gathering strength. He grips you tighter. Fingers pressing in, he's unable to keep himself from pressing you tightly to his chest.
"No," his voice seems husky to even himself, but he can't help it when he's got you here, right on the precipice of what he can feel the evening turning into. "I was thinking I could wear it," he pauses for just a brief moment to savor the sound of your breath hitching. He wants to memorize every noise you'll give him. "And use the recording function built into the visor."
The look on your face has Rex's cock swelling. He didn't need to hear the breathy "Yes" you hiss into his mouth to know that your answer is in the affirmative, but he loves it all the same. He pulls you down, grinding your panty clad pussy against his restrained cock, rolling his hips to help relieve the pressure as he kisses you back. His tongue has only begun to taste you when you pull away, too quickly for him to chase your lips and his vision is momentarily obscured as you bring the helmet over his head.
Immediately, Rex turns on the display and engages the recording function. In the brief few seconds he lost sight of you, Rex realizes you've leaned your forehead against his helmet. He feels your shiver of anticipation and he refuses to keep either one of you waiting any longer. He finds the hem of your sleep shirt, working his hands underneath so he can caress the smooth expanse of your back. From under his helmet Rex watches as your mouth drops open and your eyes roll as you begin to writhe on his lap. The urge to kiss you is overwhelming but he knows it'll be worth it in the end.
A low rumble forms in his chest as Rex let's his hands wander under your clothes. He gently squeezes a breast, rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation causes you to arch into his touch, pressing your breast firmly in his grasp. Your gasp of pleasure as Rex continues his ministrations, fogs the front of his visor. Jaig eyes and brown eyes alike are trained on your face.
"What do you want to record, Rex?" The question is easy for him to answer.
"Everything."
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dogmascutie · 3 years ago
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What are your thoughts on Foxiyo?
ship it!
1. what made you ship it?
so i’ll be honest - foxiyo isn’t my all time fave, mainly because i used to think, “when did they even interact”? but similar to blyla, the fandom has turned me around! who doesn’t love the idea of a senator championing clone right and working with the grumpy head of the coruscant guard to do so? cute comics and art has definitely made me open to this duo
2. what are your favorite things about the ship?
like i mentioned before, their contrasting personalities and unique perspectives. also, the personal hc that they’re both fucking obsessed with caf
3. is there an unpopular opinion you have on the ship?
hmm, i guess like i mentioned before, they haven’t really interacted so i don’t alway “get it”. fandom definitely can create awesome stories out of characters who have never met! but i personally ship tend to more intently ship characters who i believe have chemistry in canon, which is hard to do in this case lmfao
send me a ship and i’ll answer some questions!
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keravnos-kori · 3 years ago
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Saw that rude anon you got. Just wanted to let you know that I think you're absolutely wonderful no matter who you like 💖 Aren't we all just trying to grow and learn more about ourselves?
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TESS HFKFLSHSKFKDHSKFHSG hi bb this message was so sweet! I’m not outwardly condemning whoever sent that since I don’t know if it was just one of my moots goofing around or not, but either way you’re an absolute angel💕💕💕 I have no idea what’s going on with myself lately, I’ve kinda been going through some ✨things✨ which has lead me to question other things about myself but I’m just vibing 😎 thanks for being an epic friend
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mandaloriandin · 3 years ago
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37 and 38 for the handwriting ask game please! 💕
Thanks Tess! 😊💕
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From the handwriting asks
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