#hardcase x afab!reader

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Lunch

Hardcase x F!Reader

Word count: 1477

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, oral sex (reader receiving), sexual athleticism, PiV, unprotected sex

A/N: established relationship.  I headcanon that Hardcase finds grounding with his partner, so he can become less intense sometimes when he’s with them and I definitely used that idea here.  And like all the clones, Hardcase is really strong so I wanted to showcase that.  Also, I know I said I would describe feelings more than body parts in my writing, but Hardcase is so physical this one got out of hand. If you’d like this or something similar rewritten for an Amab!reader, send me a message and let me know what you’re thinking.  

You got lunch with Hardcase at least once a week. It was how you met and it was how you started dating.  Now it was just part of your relationship.  Usually you met somewhere, but lately he wanted to have lunch at your apartment and today was no different.  He showed up balancing drinks and multiple bags of food.  He had trouble deciding what to eat. Again. And it made you smile.

“Trouble choosing,” you asked as you kissed his cheek and let him in.

“Initially, yes,” he replied.  He put the food on the table. “And then no.”

“So then why all the food if you decided?”

“Oh I still don’t know what food I want,” he said as he grinned at you and threw his shirt off, “but I know what I want for lunch.”

You threw your shirt off just as fast and replied, “Food can wait,” as you flung your arms around him.  

You pulled at each others’ pants, tugging his and his boxer briefs down in one movement.  He shuffled around to get them off his ankles and got annoyed when he realized they were stuck around his boots too.  You giggled watching him reach down to take off his boots and made sure you were topless just in time for your breasts to greet him as he stood back up.

“Hello!”  His eyes got big and his smile bigger.

You feigned annoyance. “Hardcase, my eyes are up here.” 

“And such beautiful eyes they are,” he said, kissing your lips hungrily while pulling off your pants.  The flurry of movement briefly stopped when he looked down at your underwear and said, “Aww, I love these. Such a fun color,” before helping you out of them.  You playfully laughed and he apologized for getting distracted.  

“It’s okay,” you said. “I love that you noticed.”

You went to kiss him again, but no sooner had you done so and he cleared a spot on the table, picked you up, and sat you on the edge.

“Now,” he said, hand to your chest, “I want you to lay back so I can have my lunch.”

You laughed at him, but laid down.  Your legs shook a little in anticipation and you knew you were already getting wet.  But with Hardcase, he always found a way to make you wetter.

One hand held your thigh in place while the other reached up to play with your nipples.  You sat up just slightly, enough to kiss his fingertips as he reached out to caress your face and make him sigh before he encouraged you to lay back down again.  He was licking and sucking wildly.  He certainly kept it interesting.  One moment he was intensely focused on your core of pleasure, tongue lapping up everything.  The next moment he left a hickey on your hip.  He put a finger inside you while continuing to suck on your hip. 

You were panting. Unable to know what to focus on, but loving the attention throughout your body. Between soft moans you managed to ask, “What are you doing, love?”

He looked up from the spot he left on your hip and grinned. “That one spot is just the cutest,” he replied.  He left a trail from there back to your folds.

After another moment of making you moan, he lifted his head and asked, “Wait, are you comfortable on the table?”  

Before you could answer he scooped you up and took you to the bedroom, but didn’t put you on the bed.  Instead, he kneeled in front of you, ready to worship your body.  He lifted you so your thighs were on his shoulders, back to the wall, and he continued sucking on your tender folds and circling his tongue around your clit, altering the pace between slow and wild. As fast and intense as he could be, he had learned that intense didn’t have to be rough.  He put two fingers inside you, taking his time there, drawing sighs of pleasure out of you.  It was in contrast to all the furious work his tongue was doing, and the two together sent electricity throughout your body.  You noticed his hips thrusting into nothing, and it made you even hotter.  You clung to him with your legs, hands resting on his head, as you screamed out his name and came on his face.  He continued working you over throughout your orgasm, savoring every drop of release he could.  You almost wanted to cry.  The thrill he always got from bringing you to climax left you in no doubt of his devotion.  He looked up at you like it was the best day of his life.

After a few ragged breaths, you grinned at him and whispered, “Your turn.”

“Actually,” he replied, “It’s both our turn.”

Hardcase picked you up and stood.  You wrapped your legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders.  This position was new, but somehow not shocking that he would want to try it.

“It’s okay,” he said reassuringly, “I got you.”

You started to get comfortable being held like this and kissed him.  He lifted your hips just enough and reached down to line up his cock with your entrance.  He held you and started thrusting.  He loved watching you bounce on his cock and started panting “mesh’la, mesh’la, mesh’la” with each bounce.  You got lost in his eyes and felt a warm tingle throughout your body.

As fun as it was, you both worked up much more of a sweat easily and he paused to lay you down in bed before continuing to move his hips for all he was worth.  Fast felt good this way until it wasn’t doing it for you as much.  The excitement that was building up seemed to plateau and he could tell on your face before you even said anything.

He paused, looking worried. “What is it?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know, I think I’m getting into my own head.”

“Whatever it is, I got you.” He looked at you reassuringly and changed his angle.  “I just want you to feel good, cyar’ika.”  

He smiled at you and touched your clit with his thumb.  He worked it over in the pattern he knew you loved and you gasped out, suddenly feeling your body respond and the fire within reemerge.

“Is this okay for you,” you managed to ask between moans, wanting him to feel as good as he was making you feel.

“Oh this is perfect,” he panted. “I love lunch with you.”

You laughed and he winked.  He picked up the pace again, but didn’t neglect the work his thumb was doing.  One more thrust and swirl of his thumb sent you over the edge.  You shouted his name as your body contracted and released around his cock.

“Yes,” he panted.  “I want to hear you.”

You looked at him as you felt waves of pleasure surge through your body.  He watched you, smiling.  His smile wasn’t just playful anymore.  His love for you was written all over him. 

You reached up and pulled him down for a deep kiss.  He laid his head against your neck and chuckled when he felt you reach down and grab both ass cheeks, encouraging him to bury himself as deep into you as he needed.  

He finally slowed down and you could feel his muscles shudder as his release spilled into you.  He laid there with you in the afterglow, completely calm.  It was a rare side of him that only you got to see.  You traced his tattoos and kissed his lips.  He ran a hand over your arm and your back before he returned the kiss.  Eventually, he went to the refresher to get a warm washcloth and cleaned both of you up.  He was still much more calm than usual Hardcase.  

“Let’s eat lunch,” he said, holding out a hand. “I mean food lunch.”

You smiled and took his hand.  He sat at the table and pulled you into his lap, the both of you still completely naked.  You started eating the food he brought and he was still calm, although his energy was returning to normal.  You rested your forehead to his and he put down his food for a moment.

“I love you,” he said quietly. “I really love you. Do you know how much I love you?”

You gave him a warm smile and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs before kissing them.  “I know you do.  I love you too. More than anything.”

You both let out calm breaths, feeling secure in each other, and went back to eating.  By the time you’ve both cleaned up after lunch and put your clothes back on, he was more his energetic self and happy as always to have had lunch with you.

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Blue Numbers Upon My Heart And Skin

Pairing: Rex x AFAB reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: it’s your wedding night and you have a surprise for your riduur.

Warnings: spoiler alert it’s a tattoo, 18+, unprotected piv (don’t be silly wrap your willy), 501st feels, married couple

A/N: I have no excuse for this. It’s my birthday and I wanted to write smutty smut. The divider is brought to you by @djarrex and @saradika The summary is lacking finesse but please read. Fives’ version < cause I’m obsessed with tattoos apparently. And after seven months I finally finished the clone wars and have thoughts

You knew the moment Rex introduced you to the 501st that it’s a package deal even if Rex hadn’t at the time.

It was him and them.

Then it was him, them and you.

A misplaced family in an unforgiving war.

It came as no surprise that when Rex finally asked you to marry him, a round of thunderous cheers came from somewhere in the background when you said yes.

Cody was Rex’s best man and Hardcase served as yours. It was a rather traditional wedding, small and lovely. All the 501st and 212th attended. Kix, through tears, officiated the ceremony. Tup made the wedding cake, Echo and Fives were in charge of decorations, which, surprisingly, didn't include too many lewd decorations. Jesse helped pick out your wedding outfit. A suit, white with blue stripes, fitted to showcase your figure.

It was everything you had imagined.

You just hope the night ends the way you planned it too.

It's just a matter of minutes before your secret is revealed. The three numbers Jesse tattooed onto your inner arm, right above your elbow, bare for Rex’s eyes. You didn’t tell Rex about your plan to get a tattoo, nor what it is. At the time it felt right – still feels right – but you’re a little scared of Rex’s reaction.

Your back is pinned up against the wall, Rex’s body hot against yours as he steals the air out of your lungs in a bruising kiss, his left hand slowly trailing its way up your inner thigh and you tremble at the sensation. Rex grinned in satisfaction when he felt the muscles under his fingers twitch.

Without breaking the kiss, Rex’s hands skillfully work your clothing off and before you could take a hold of your body, it noticeably tenses. Definitely not a reaction you should be having to your husband on your wedding night. Which is why you don’t blame Rex when he breaks the kiss, separating from you like you burned him.

You fight the urge to cover yourself, it would only make matters worse. Your husband’s eyes met yours, studying you and you can tell he's baffled when he can’t find a lick of pain or discomfort on your face. You don’t need a mirror to know your eyes are darkened with lust, pupils completely swallowed by your need to have him near you, inside you, and despite that fact he’s avoiding looking at your naked body, you can still see the way his body is hungry for you.

You don’t want that hunger to go away. You don’t want guilt to flood his mind. Don’t want him thinking you don’t want him. So you awkwardly shoved your arm into his face, your tattoo barely an inch away from his eyes.

“What are you doin-,” Rex stopped, expression blank as he took in the newly inked skin. Then, after a good minute of panic settling inside you, he traced the numbers, a soft smile momentarily replacing his lust filled expression, “501.”

You nodded, eyes becoming glossy as you smiled up at him, “Today I took you as my riduur and them as my kin. I want the galaxy to know that. To know that I’m yours.”

His reaction was instant; a growl escaped his throat, hands pawing at your body desperately as he pushed you towards the bedroom, “Bed.”

“Yes, Captain!” You saluted, wiggling your shoulders as you did so, your breast bouncing side to side. Rex moaned and before you could blink, he threw you over his shoulder and dropped onto the bed – gently mind you – but it still knocked the breath out of you. Flat on your back, spread out across the silk sheets, you raised a brow at him, “Oh Captain, do you treat all the ladies this way?”

“No, just my riduur,” Rex purred, sitting between your legs, eyes flickering down to your dripping pussy before roaming leisurely up your body, pausing on your newly inked skin, “Does it hurt?”

“No, I wore a patch designed for tattoos. Fully healed.”

“So I can do this?” His eyes darkened as he brought your arm up to his mouth, lips wet against your skin, “And this?” His teeth gazed over the ink, his breath tickling your inner elbow and you’re torn between laughing and whining.

“How do you want to proceed?” You asked, fingers running down his back, pulling him in against your chest, legs slotted together, pelvis pressed together.

“I want your mouth on me,” Rex breathed, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, his cock nudging your hip, pulling a gasp out of both of you, “But I don’t think I’d last a second with your sinister lips around me.”

“That’s okay, I understand. Let me grab the lube.” You kissed the top of his head, sliding out from underneath him long enough to grab the bottle of lubricant you packed. You don’t use it often, but there are days like this, where Rex is so worked up and on edge that he can’t make it past foreplay before cumming like a shiny. His words not yours.

You wordlessly handed the bottle to him and settled back in your previous position, legs spread wider to allow him access to your sex. Rex pressed a quick kiss to your lips before undressing himself.

You shamelessly watched, mouth watering as you took in every flex of muscle as his clothes went flying in every direction and your eyes followed a string of pre-cum as it dripped down his length. If Rex wasn’t so sure he’d cum the moment your lips made contact with his cock, you’d be on your knees right now begging for a taste.

“I’m going to make this so good for you, mesh’la.” Rex promised, the mattress dipping as he braced himself over your body, his slender fingers circling around your entrance applying lubricant, letting it mix with your own arousal before slowly sliding two fingers inside you.

A wanton whine left your mouth, heat shooting to your core. You held onto his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath your palm move as he fingered you with expert precision, a long known knowledge of where to curl his fingers to have your back arching off the bed, his name filling the air as your walls clamped down around him.

“Rex, I’m so close,” You warned, fucking yourself on his fingers as you chased your own pleasure.

Rex lowered his forehead to yours in a keldable kiss, “Let go, I got you.”

With a choked off shout you came undone around his fingers, gasping for air as your orgasm soaked his hand, too much and not enough. You need more. You need your husband in the most intimate way. You blindly reached down and Rex must have understood. Using his clean hand Rex tilted your head up to meet him, “Are you ready?”

Not trusting your voice just yet, you answered by guiding his cock towards your entrance, closing the space between you and him. You moaned as he filled you up, inch by inch as your walls stretched around his meaty girth. Once buried deep inside, Rex’s head dropped onto your shoulder and he shook his head, "Cyare, i-I can't - it's going to be fast."

“It’s okay, Rex,” You reassured, smoothing down his hair, “Make me your riduur.”

Rex kissed the hollow of your neck as he waited for you to adjust to his size before setting a slow pace. In and out, in and out, speed picking up on each second thrust, eliciting moans, whimpers and whispers of pleasure from you as you rocked back meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper each time.

“Oh, maker,” You gasped out, nails digging into the sheets below you as his cock pounded into your cunt, “Harder, Rex, harder!”

Rex changed the angle of his thrusts, pace becoming a hard rapid slap slap slap and you cried out when the tip of his cock hit the bundle of nerves inside you, your eyes watering as you begged him not to stop. With a rough groan Rex grabbed your hips to move you in tandem with his thrusts and you bounced on his cock with breathless whines.

It didn’t take long until you felt the coiling heat in your abdomen return; you’re not going to last much longer. You propped yourself up on one elbow as your other arm slid between your legs, fingers finding your clit as you circled the little bundle of nerves, legs quivering as you applied just the right amount of pressure, chasing your orgasm.

“Kriff, you're so tight, so beautiful like this, all full of my cock,” Rex moaned, gripping your hips tighter as he kept his thrust even, mouth pressing hot open kisses to your breast, “Cum for me riduur, cum on my cock.”

With a choked off cry you did, your orgasm hitting you in brutal force and you threw your head back against your pillow, your cum soaking his cock and the sheets below you.

“Kriff, look at the mess you made. I’m not going to last, cyar’ika. I can’t –maker-,” Rex draped himself over you, biting down on the flesh of your breast, whispering praises into your skin, his cock pulsing against your walls and with a string of mando’a he was cumming deep inside you.

Finished, he slumped on top of you, bonelessly, exhausted and content. After a few moments of silence, Rex slowly eased out of you, flopping down beside you on the bed, his arms drawing you into his embrace.

“When Jesse said that you had a surprise gift for me, I had imagined it would be lingerie,” Rex admitted before letting out a laugh, “I probably should have been a little more concerned that he knew you bought lingerie.”

“You imagined me in lingerie?”

“Daily,” The corner of Rex's eyes crinkled, amused with himself. He ran his hand down your arm until he found your tattoo and placed a kiss to the inked skin, “Jesse I imagine, did a good job on the tattoo. Looks nice. Kix bandaged it right?”

“Stood guard during the tattoo process. Pissed Jesse off,” You swallowed, eyes avoiding his gaze as you bit down on your bottom lip, “You’re not mad? They’re your battalion, you’re brothers. I’d understand if you-,”

“Riduur, Kix married us, Echo and Fives came together to complete one brain cell and managed to not catch the venue on fire. Jesse tattooed you and Tup made us a cake,” Rex reminded you, and you felt a little foolish, “They’re your brothers too. They’d die for you and I know you’d do the same.”

He’s right. You’d do anything for them and vice versa. You gave a content sigh, relaxing into his embrace, “Most people don’t talk about death on their wedding night.”

“We’ve never been ‘most people’, cyar’ika.” Rex said, pushing you back flat against the mattress, capturing your lips in his.

You playfully nipped at his bottom lip before pulling back with a coy smirk, “Did I mention Dogma and his husband got me a lingerie set as a wedding present? If we get up and have a shower it should be washed, dry and ready by the time we’re done.”

“You expect us to be in the shower for forty-five minutes?”

“If you’re lucky.” You gave a naughty sway of your hips as you walked out the bedroom.

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“How fast do you think I can make you cum?”

Crosshair NSFW X F!Reader -

“I get so hard around you.”

“I want you to take control tonight.”

Hunter NSFW X F!Reader -

“we’re not good for each other.” “Why not?”

“Do you like that?”

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

Gregor NSFW X F!Reader -

“you make me smile … and also super horny, but that’s not the point.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?

Wrecker NSFW X F!Reader -

“I get so hard when I’m around you.”

Jesse NSFW X F!Reader -

“No one makes me as horny as you do.”

Hardcase NSFW X F!Reader -

“You feel like home to me.”

“I never knew I could want someone so badly.”

Tech NSFW X GN!Reader

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

“I just want to be used by you tonight. Can I be your personal toy?”

Tech NSFW X F!Reader

“…” “…”

“Do you want to kiss?”

“Yeah.”

Echo NSFW X F!Reader

“If you keep looking at me like that I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

“Take control of me, I trust you.”

Wolffe NSFW X F!Reader

“If we weren’t in public, I’d bend you over and fuck you right now.”

“You know you’re really hit when you’re angry.”

Tech NSFW X GN(afab)!Reader

“Aren’t you tired?” “I am fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Jesse NSFW X F!Reader

“If you keep looking at me like that I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

Wrecker NSFW X F!Reader

“I have been looking for my hoodie-.” “You mean my hoodie.”

“All I could think about today was you.”

Crosshair NSFW X F!Reader

“If we weren’t in public, I’d bend you over and fuck you right now.”

“Get on your knees. Now.”

Crosshair NSFW X F!Reader

“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”

“Tease me until I can’t take it no more.”

Echo NSFW X F!Reader

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

“You’re my biggest turn on.”

‘Accidental Brush’

Tech SFW X F!Reader -

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“C’mere you.”

Echo SFW X F!Reader -

“Wait, you think I’m cute?”

Tech SFW X F!Reader -

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Rex SFW X F!Reader -

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Hunter SFW X F!Reader

“I don’t like you. I can barley tolerate you.” • “Then why do you keep on coming back?”

“You’re not alone, you never were.”

Dogma SFW X GN!Reader

• “i don’t want to bother you. seriously, it’s all just... it’s a lot.”

• “it’s okay to cry, you know.”

Hound SFW X GN!Reader

“Am I your favourite?”

“I don’t know, I kinda like your dog more.”

Crosshair SFW X F!Reader

“You’re not alone… you never were.”

Fox SFW X GN!Reader

“Why are you really here? To mock me? To… make me hate you more?” - “No, none of that. I came to be a friend, because it really looks like you need one right now.”

Echo SFW X GN!Reader

“What if I dream about kissing you?”

Crosshair SFW X GN!Reader

“You bring out the good in me.”

Wrecker SFW X F!Reader

“You know, you’re really hot when you’re angry.”

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Fives SFW X F!Reader

“You take my breath away.”

“Every time I look at you, I fall more in love every day.”

Wolffe NSFW X F!Reader

“One more for me, you can do it”

“You have the perfect lips for kissing.”

Wrecker SFW X GN!Reader

“You can hold my hand, if you want.”

“I love food, but you can have the last piece. Just this once.”

Hardcase SFW X F!Reader

“Life would be boring without you.”

Tup SFW X F!Reader

“Your hands are cold, let me warm them up.”

“I’ll walk you home”.

Crosshair NSFW X AFAB!Reader

“I know baby, you want me to fuck you don’t you?”

“Cum for me, pretty one.”

Hunter SFW X F!Reader

“I want to help… if you’ll let me.”

Crosshair SFW X F!Reader

“Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.”

Wolffe SFW X F!Reader

“I’m not scared of anything except losing you.”

“I’m utterly and unconditionally in love with you.”

Hunter NSFW X F!Reader

“I want to hear you moan my name.”

“I can’t believe how good you are at that.”

Tech SFW X GN!Reader

“I would like to know what I can do to help.”

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1st:

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Bonsoir Ch.6: Golden Hour - Gregor x F!OC Cassia Nu by: @kaminocasey SFW

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Body Paint - Tech x AFAB!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Night Swimming - Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Echo : There for You Ch.24 - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Under a Red Sun: Ditry Little Thief - Hunter x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Prankster - Fives/Wrecker/Hardcase x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rebels Wolffe x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Shadows and Shades: Finale ! - Crosshair x OFC Iden by: @wild-karrde SFW

Forgive Me, My Love - A letter from Cody by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Ashen Moon 4 - Kylo Ren x F!Reader by : @interstellarwraith SFW

Getting Some Rest - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Flattering Art - TBB x M!Jedi Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Jesse x Jedi F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Loyal Friends - TBB x Friend!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

About Break Ups and Moving On - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

All is Quiet in the Havoc Marauder - Echo x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 NSFW

12th:

A Jedi`s Sacrifice - TBB x Jedi!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Tough Decisions - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Do You Hear the People Sing part6 - Fox x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

PTSD - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Sins of the Father Ch35 Din Djarin x F!OC by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

TBB a sa Rockband HC`s by @zoeykallus SFW

I`m All Yours - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Notes on Tutoring: The Performance - Dave York x F!Reader by: @honestly-shite SFW

Loverboy Part 3 - Echo x Sith!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

A Glitch in the Matrix - Texh x SO!Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

Search & Rescue Dogs - TBB & M!Friend HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Fallen - Fives story by: @twistedstitcher27 SFW

Sun and Rain: Age of the Empire Ch.9 - Hunter x F!OC by: @photogirl894 SFW

Piercings - TBB + Rex x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Showing You My Love - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Slow Ride - TBB x F!Reader Spicy HC`s by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Tree Decorating with Cody - Cody x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

In Command - Rex X F!OC by: @wild-karrde SFW

In Love and War: Moving On - Rex X F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

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Updated 3/2/2023

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Thoughts of You*

Revolve*

Captain Storm (clone OC)

A Meeting (blurb)

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A Lucky Hand *

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That Kind of Fun *

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Captain Rex Grows His Hair Out*

Teasing Fives' Goatee*

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Bath Time with Rex*

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[showerthoughtsonly]

Just a Scratch

Kix x afab!reader

Synopsis: A resident tactician gets a little scratch. Some things are accidentally said when you meet the pretty medic and then some things are purposefully said. Just some fluff and TLC

A/N: Bruh, I keep forgetting that in order to get likes, I need to write AND post things. No editing bus we die like clones. Love you all! Muah!

“C’mon, the medbay’s just up ahead.” Jesse prompted, subtly asking you to double time it. You just rolled your eyes internally and nodded, grasping your still bleeding forearm with a damp rag. It was more heady crimson than white at this point and honestly, it was a bit dizzying to look at. To imagine how much blood was lost.

You served the 501st as a tactician. When the General, Commander and Captain couldn’t quite grasp something or needed just a little extra nudge, you were there to provide. This usually meant that you got to stay away from the main battle and injuries were few and far between. In fact, the worst injury you previously had in this life was when you tripped over a fence and fractured your arm. That was a decade ago, far before you joined the GAR.

Unfortunately, when you had rushed up to the main hangar today when duty called, you had caught the stray edge of a gunship on the mend, leaving you with a pretty gnarly gash that you didn’t even recognize until General Skywalker pointed it out.

Thus, Jesse had been called over from where he was hanging out with Fives and Hardcase to come escort you to the medbay. The medbay that you had been avoiding for the past eight months since your service started. You hadn’t even thought it was that bad until you noticed stray droplets of blood on your regulation issued boots and Commander Tano had handed you a rag to staunch the blood with.

The adrenaline from almost missing a meeting with top command had run off, leaving you with nothing to mitigate or distract yourself from the pain. It hurt. It hurt like you had fallen off a speeder bike and lit the arm on fire. Was the ship you cut it on rusty? Did you need any immunizations? Oh Maker it burned.

“Woah, woah, Jesse. What’s the problem, vod?” The voice calling out from the door Jesse was physically blocking was familiar. You had heard it a thousand times, each with its own unique inflection. This one had a sense of prompt kindness behind it that you could hear through the haze of pain and panic. You could feel your tension slightly fading away at that voice. Then the pinch of pain from your arm was back and your head was back to a whitewater rush.

“Our tactician snagged the edge of a ship, she’ll probably need stitches.” Jesse explained, moving to the side so you could see into the room. He seemed so calm for all the blood you lost. Why was he so calm?

“Oh yeah, he was a soldier. He had seen worse, probably personally had worse just this month.” You thought. And then the voice moved out from behind the door and you put the sound to a face.

Standing before an open and sparsely populated medbay was one of the most gorgeous soldiers you’ve possibly ever seen. Maybe it was the blood loss making you woozy, but you swear the air around him sparkled.

“Maker above, you’re gorgeous.” You thought. There was a pause. Both soldiers stared at you. The medic’s cheeks dusted in a blush and his eyes widened a fraction, while Jesse looked like he was about to combust into the worst fit of laughter he had ever had.

It took a minute for you to register what had just happened.

“Kriff, I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

He nodded with a grin. “Yeah. You did. Come on, let’s go get you stitched up-.” He paused for your name. You gave it to him without hesitation, shouldering past Jesse to enter the medbay.

“I have the same face as Kix! Why haven’t you ever told me I’m gorgeous, huh?” Jesse cackled, beginning to walk away, probably with the intent on telling everyone in the hangar what had just happened. Honest to the maker, you couldn’t physically care less. Your arm hurt like hell and there was a gorgeous man in front of you.

“Don’t mind him, mesh’la. Let me see that arm.” Kix, or you assumed his name was Kix, sat you on a stiff cot and extended his hands gently to hold your arm and peel off the rag to reveal the injury.

He hissed through his teeth in sympathy, but you weren’t paying attention. You had always been an inquisitive little thing, so the instant the clones had begun talking in bits and pieces in an unfamiliar language, you made it your mission to learn it. Perhaps you had lost more blood than you thought, because you could have sworn that mesh’la meant beautiful… or something along those lines.

Kix was reaching for antiseptic spray and a bacta shot when you finally responded.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You asked. His face flared up again, the flush creeping all the way down to the neck of his blacks peeking out from his armor. Clearly, he hadn’t planned on getting caught so quickly.

“Of course you would know Mando’a.” He muttered, turning around to press a gentle hand on the side of your head to expose the neck for the shot. Oh, his hand was warm. There was a brief pinch, then absolute relief as the medicine coursed through your veins.

“Beautiful and smart.” He praised, massaging the injection sight briefly with those warm fingers to ensure the shot got flowing quickly. Kix continued moving as he spoke, still assertive and kind, even down to his movements.

“I don’t suppose the beautiful and smart girl before me could tell me what she’s doing on the ship?” Kix asked as he thread the needle for the stitches. He continued to glance up at you as he spoke. You could feel your tension melting in the warmth of his gaze, the panic alarms sounding in your head slowly turning off one by one.

“I help… in the strategy room.” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up at the attention. His hands were so kriffing nice to the touch, even as the needle felt a bit strange nudging at your skin. Words just didn’t come to you at the moment, the only thing bouncing around your head were observations about him and him alone, along with a tingling static that seemed to have come with your sudden crush. Kix eventually noticed you stopped talking and nodded his head to prompt you to continue.

“I ensure our tactics remain solid… that there’s as few casualties as possible…” You trailed off again, your head practically spinning. Before you could help it, your head pitched forward and eyes fluttered. The whitewater rush and loud heartbeat were now nearly obsolete and you felt more tired than you have ever felt in your entire life.

“Hey, hey.” Kix spoke your name to catch your attention again, gently patting your cheek. “How much blood did you lose? Did the rag get it all?” He asked, voice sounding muffled through your little haze.

You shook your head. “There was a bit on the floor… n’ my shoes. Not that much. I don’t really get injured much. First time getting stitches.” You said, trying as hard as you could to avoid slurring your words. Oh, your eyelids were so heavy, but you wanted to stay awake and chat with this lovely medic.

Kix nodded, sliding a hand down to the curve of your back and prompting you to lay down carefully. As you sank into the solid cot, it became harder and harder to keep those eyes open. “Alright. I would have never known, you did so well. I want you to sit up on this pillow, but keep relaxed. I’m going to go over to that sink and get you a glass of water, okay? Can you stay awake for me, smart girl?” He asked while slowly lowering you down on a much too firm pillow.

Your mind whirred behind the haze, complying behind the slight static and you propped yourself up as you watched the soldier briskly walk across the room, sliding past one of the only two other men within the medbay with half-lidded eyes. He returned within seconds and you murmured a thanks as you took the decomposable cup from him.

The water chilled your throat as it slid down, the present aftertaste of sink water not even bothering you as you gulped it down. After the long drink, you lowered the glass to remeet his gaze, shivering at the intensity of which he watched you.

“I’m not going into shock. Just…” You struggled for an excuse for your disorience. Kix grinned at you and shook his head. In an attempt to prove yourself right, you slid up further in your seat to get up. Kix frowned and set a gentle hand on your shoulder, lightly pushing you back down into a relaxed position before bringing the cot’s sheets up to your waist.

“No, you’re definitely in a slight state of shock. Could tell from the moment I saw you. Better keep you here for the time being, right?” He pulled up a chair and settled in, picking up a new, slightly damp rag from the supplies he had brought over and motioned for your arm. He tenderly cleaned all the excess and dried blood off.

You nodded slowly, a grin slowly making its way to your face as you registered his meaning.

“Yeah, I better stay here with you for a bit, huh gorgeous?” The flirtations rolled smoothly across your tongue as he finally dropped the injury, moving to sit back in the chair again.

Kix could only smile softly as your head lolled back again, lashes fluttering against your cheek as you returned his little smile. He squeezed your hand softly and you returned it before he was forced to stand back up and get back to work. You drifted off to the sight of the pretty medic bustling around the medbay.

[aenaxes]

congrats on 200 my dear!!! i’m so happy i found your writing and look forward to being better friends!!! anywho, the celebration must commence! 🍾 🎉💕 ily!!

for requests, i gotta go w my main man, my first clone love, the darling hardcase (i swear he doesn’t get enough love) 💕 we’re both touch starved adhd fools who love a little too much sometimes and i just wanna smother him w my 🐱 in all the affection he deserves. if you’re up for it, maybe some soft smut for your local bottom? 🥺 i’ve been wanting to get a tattoo that matches his facial markings and wonder how he’d react to seeing it during a gentle moment between the two of you. my pronouns are she/they & i’m 5’6, and i have dark green hair + blue eyes.

you and me & me and you

[hardcase x afab!reader] there is little permanence, and all of them are fleeting, in a war that tips its scales with each new dawn. so while hardcase is away, you decide you’ll carve out your own constant between you and him, and him and you.

warnings: tattoos, unprotected vaginal sex, mushy gooey feelings pt.2

w/c: 2.8k

a/n: my love for hardcase grows day by day, and every day i wake up and cry a little bit because he isn’t real. but it's ok bc ily jj and you're very much real 💕

Seldom do you find Hardcase stunned into complete silence.

Stillness shared between you and Hardcase, rare as those moments may be, is never truly silent. Tackling each other onto the couch, stealing late-night speeder joyrides, sharing the kind of banter that doubles you over so hard your ribs sting for hours afterwards—the energy, the light, linger in the spaces left behind.

But this time, Hardcase simply stares, jaw slack and eyes wide as your fingers curl over the lifted hem of your shirt. No wisecrack quip, no teasing wink, not even so much as a low whistle as you tug your shirt over your head and drop it behind you, straddling his lap over the edge of the bed.

Eyes full of stars, he gawks.

“You—those’re my—hm, okay, wow, uh, hah—” Hardcase’s voice pitches high as his lips open and close around half-formed words.

You watch the whole spectacle as he gasps like a landed fish, grasping for wisps of coherence. And you can’t help the giggle that rises from your throat when he forgoes words entirely and trails off into a breathless half-whimper half-laugh.

“Can I—” he says at last, and his voice cracks hoarse through his sputtering attempt to regain what little composure he had. “Can I touch it?”

At your nod, Hardcase reaches forwards just enough that his fingertips barely brush over your chest. You don’t dare look down to where his calloused fingers meet the skin above your ribs, too afraid that if you take your eyes from Hardcase’s face for even a single heartbeat that you might miss a precious moment of the awestruck wonder in his expression. You find yourself as transfixed as he as you watch him trace the trio of royal blue ink arcing down your sternum and tapering off into twin circles that cradle the curve of your chest.

It’s what this whole evening has been leading up to—your grand reveal kickstarted by his signature lung-crushing hug on the hangar bay. You had braced for it harder than usual when he’d swept you into his arms and lifted you off the dusty platform steel, readying for the particularly bruising ache that comes with the week-old ink needled over the base of your ribs.

To be fair, it wasn’t possible to greet Hardcase without creating some sort of commotion. Even if it was just shy of a week on planetside escort duty, once the gunship was within a metre of the dusty landing bay durasteel, landing protocols be damned, Hardcase would hit the ground running, tossing his helmet behind him and swooping you into his arms. The sheer, unadulterated joy of reunion always found home in how he squeezed you around your middle and spun you about; it was always worth the solid smack over the back of his head (stern, from Rex and, gleefully, from Jesse) for throwing his bucket aside.

But when you had met him with more of a pained grunt than your usual tittering exclamation, Hardcase had dropped you so quickly you’d almost fallen backwards if not for his reflexes to steady you. When he’d stumbled over wide-eyed apologies (and braced past Jesse’s open-palmed whap over his head), you had only laughed and told him to wait until after you had run inventory with Rex.

His fingers finally pause their slow trace over the tattoo on your chest. He feels, sees himself, an emblem on your skin. And when he looks up, he sees you.

“Tats are sore for a bit, ‘Case,” you smile. His eyes are so wide you’re certain if you look just a little more, you’d see yourself in him. You and he, he and you, the same, the same, one. “‘s why I flinched a little.”

Hardcase’s lips open and part around soundless words a few more times, still floating in some limbo between processing disbelief and boundless excitement before he unevenly clears his throat and finally speaks.

“You—you got me inked on you?” Hardcase whispers. Each word has the corners of his lips curling higher as if he had to speak into realization what stood before him; as if his fingertips pressing tender divots into your skin were proof only of the flesh: a universal truth that only needed words to find home in his heart.

You nod, grinning.

“Wanted to have a part of you with me for while you’re away.”

And for a moment, Hardcase’s fingers are the only motion in a still room, stroking soft, repetitive motions over the blue ink of your—his—tattoo.

You silently brace for something loud and present, excited rambling, another crushing hug, affection swept wide and open before you. Instead, Hardcase lets free a single breathless huff and tugs you close.

“You know those are forever, right?” he laughs, his voice rising again.

“That’s why I got it,” you respond, and his laughter only grows brighter.

Hardcase buries his nose into your chest with a groan, and that precious crest of joy bursts over your tongue when you throw your head back and laugh. Gilded and honeyed light finds home in your chest.

“Mesh’la, I need you so bad right now,” Hardcase groans as he brings his arms snug around your waist. And his laughter joins yours this time, voices swelling together when Hardcase rests his brow against your skin and pulls you in close. You make quick work of the rest of your clothes, throwing them somewhere off to the bedside before you sit back down over the firm lines of his thighs.

“I mean, yeah, I sure hope so—was the whole point ‘Case,” you tease, and Hardcase groans, carrying something of breathless disbelief and affection and desire curled into a single whimpering sound.

And as soon as you’re squeezing over his shoulders, suddenly, you feel your gravity tilt, and you yelp as your back connects with the bedspread.

Hardcase cages you under him, one arm propped by your head as the other slips from beneath the small of your back and trails its way back to the centre of your chest, hovering just at the edges of your tattoo. He lingers, treading those shallow waters for a moment more. But where you expect the familiar drag of his blunt nails over the bold lines of blue ink, he dips low. Instead, you gasp when his fingers are replaced by his lips, warm, inviting, home as he presses a single, lingering kiss over the sigil branded into your skin.

“‘Case!” you giggle and kick out your legs at the sudden flick of his tongue over your chest. You feel him laugh into your skin, his breath wisping over where his lips just brush over the edges of the tattoo.

He ghosts one more touch, drawn long and yet chaste in how he nuzzles the tip of his nose into your chest. And the bubbling laughter of before wanes, complete, when he lifts his chin and meets you with the hushed whispers of a smile on his parted lips.

Because it’s him, finding home over the base of your ribs.

It’s him, reflected back into his wide eyes.

It’s you.

He doesn’t surge up to meet you. He doesn’t kiss you with that unabashed brilliance that crushes your lips together so hard your teeth clack. The breath catches in your throat as you watch him move in silence. There is no overexuberant joy when Hardcase shifts higher up on the bed to meet your eyes and slowly runs his thumb over your lower lip. Even then, his touch is so achingly still, deliberation held close and savored slow.

He blinks once, dark eyes full of the soft light only privy to early mornings and late nights when you curl close and bask in each other, bared and whole. You grant his request without hesitation.

Starting low, your fingers smooth over the faded lines of blue tattooed over Hardcase’s chin, the same sigils you keep as your own. Well worn and faded until the line between ink and skin disappeared entirely, the tattoos beneath your fingertips are nothing and everything like yours. You trace higher, following the crest of his lip, the high line of his cheekbone, the dip just beneath his eye where his tattoo begins anew.

He closes his eyes and lets your touch trail over his lashes until your fingers slope over his temple and still over the base of his head. And when he dips his head low, you meet him in the middle, catching his upper lip between yours as he slips one hand between you and thumbs over your tattoo. That touch anchors you as much as you think it must do the same for him, pulling you close and keeping you there while you lick over his lips and breathe him in deep.

Through the warmth heavy in your gut, you feel him slide his other hand down your side, over the contour of your hip, and lift your leg up against him. You hook your leg over the small of his back and tug awkwardly, sending him stumbling forwards, crushing his hand between your chests as he dips down and narrowly catches himself.

No amount of awkward maneuvering breaks the rosy air between you, even as you both tear away from each other to stifle the kind of laughter that lingers.

“This okay?” he murmurs over the waning sigh of a low chuckle, voice warm on your skin and drunk with your taste. He nudges his hips forward, sending a shiver shocking up your spine when you feel his cock brush up against the swell of your cunt.

“Always, Hardcase,” you whisper.

As soon as the words leave your lips, you barely have enough time to suck in another breath before you’re stuttering on your own tongue. The tension slumps out of your shoulders as Hardcase digs his fingertips into your thigh and presses forwards, stretching you out around him in the way only he knows how, setting fire to your nerves and coming home all at once.

No matter how many times you kneel before ritual—habit coming to you as natural and comforting as breath itself—you still find yourself slack-jawed and starry-eyed as Hardcase pushes into you.

That it’s the first time in his four month tour that he’s able to pull you apart and hold you together only makes it better.

It takes all of one long, shuddering exhale for him to push into you in full. The breath you share breaks that stillness, a gasping inhale as his hips connect with the soft curve of your thighs and has the blunt head of his cock nudging so deep in you that you swear you feel the pulse at the base of your ribs, right where your tattoo swells with your whimpering.

Hardcase drops forward with a groan, blindly twining his fingers with yours and leaning down to press his forehead close against yours.

You don’t have to open your eyes to see him as you squeeze his hand. The bridge of his nose flush against yours, you bask, exchanging the warmth of breath over the little space between your lips. With his brow pressed into yours, he surrounds you, warmth, warmth, warmth, a setting sun and the grass it kisses still glowing in its wake. He rolls his hips forwards and swallows your wailing moan with his tongue.

Hardcase starts slow, setting a pace that has you feeling every long drag inside you as he draws back then crushes back up against the soft spot inside you that curls your toes. It’s a far cry from the excitement of a welcome back or rendezvous reunion, swapping giddy haste to savor instead, to melt over his tongue as Hardcase slips his free arm under your hips and tugs you impossibly close.

Through the blissed-out tears beaded over your lashes, you can just make out his expression, tense with cresting pleasure, as he leans back and admires you, stretched out before him. And when your legs jerk this time, there is no achingly deep pressure of his cock heavy inside you—only his lips over the centre of your chest as he bows low and kisses your tattoo again, again, laying and sealing claim above the rapid flutter of your heart.

You squeeze his hand, and he lifts his chin to meet your hazy eyes with his own, full with intent, desire, the kind of loyalty transcendent above anything he could ever swear to his generals, to his cause. He squeezes back.

You drop your head back onto the bed when he picks up his pace again, moving his free hand out from under you to stroke his thumb over your clit and smearing the mess of your arousal and his precome over where you stretch around him. Chest heaving, you can only sob and grip tight around his neck as he leans back over you and nuzzles his nose into your collar.

It’s getting harder and harder to tell your breaths apart from his after one stuttering thrust gives way to another. The steady tenderness of before bows under the fizzling heat in your stomach, giving in to rawer need as Hardcase’s movements over your clit fumble erratic. He snaps his hips against yours and drives up hard against your pleasure, mumbling unknowable words under his breath. Desperate for more, you shift back to meet what thrusts you can.

When he leans forwards again, his brow unsteadily knocks against your nose before he can nuzzle over your forehead and press close. You might have laughed, taken the moment to catch your breath over the clumsiness of affections swelling high. But you’re too busy chasing your own pleasure, too enamored with the wet friction of his throbbing cock sliding into your cunt.

Hardcase comes first, thundering rigid through him as he buries his nose at the juncture of your neck and bites down over his own teeth, his jaw flexing against your skin. His tension spreads through you, holds you by your breath and seizes the mounting want in your stomach tight with each heavy spurt of come he grinds into you.

You nose up against his temple—a silent plea for touch even deeper than you already feel it—and he indulges you. Hazy in the aftershocks of his orgasm, Hardcase lifts his head from your collar and crushes his lips against yours. He breathes in your heaving exhales as he kisses you, all open-mouthed warmth coaxing your pleasure.

“So lucky,” Hardcase mumbles, his puffing exhales over your lips matching every thrust into your dripping cunt. “Maker, I’m so fuckin’ lucky.”

Before you can strain some half-hearted tease in response, you’re too delirious on your rousing high. All you can manage is a soundless cry that shocks straight to the white-hot heat welled low in your stomach. Hardcase rolls his calloused thumb over your clit one last time and pulls your orgasm heady and low beneath him.

Pleasure bursts over your tongue, thrumming through you hard enough you swear you black out. Nothing but paralyzing and indulgent sensation shocks through you. There is only Hardcase’s presence to anchor you to the moment in the most intimate signs of life: shared breath, fingers laced tight with yours, lips mouthing words that need neither name nor sound to find warmth at the bottom of your chest.

And when the moment subsides and the ringing in your ears fades, you open your eyes to him, glowing with exhaustion but beaming down on you all the same.

“Maker’s really lookin’ out for me,” Hardcase says at last, brushing his fingertips over the sweat beaded at your temple.

“Yeah?”

You tug him closer against your chest (as well as you can with the tremble in your arms). He follows your lead as you feel him softening inside you, and he settles his nose close over your tattoo, just beneath your beating heart.

“I mean, whatever it is, it got me you.”

“You got me you, ‘Case,” you say. Though the air between you is far from the kind of existential solemnity that demands silence, your attempt to laugh comes only as a soft whisper, hushed as your lips brush over the crown of his head.

Because whatever was up there, pulling those galactic tides and willing life into the universe, even if it had tied those fine red strings strong and true between you and the man curled around you, it didn’t matter. At the end of the day, it was you and him, brought together in a headfirst collision in the cold steel halls of a Jedi cruiser and bound tight over shy planetside advances and cheesy dates.

“Then I got you, and you got me?” Hardcase chuckles, lifting his head and meeting your fond gaze.

“Just us,” you laugh.

Hardcase makes a soft noise of affirmation, his arms pulling snug around your middle. He nuzzles close skin over skin, and when he kisses over your tattoo, the sting of ink and needles fades into a distant memory unknown—all worth the trembling touches he presses over the place you’ve carved out for him alone.

Maybe the Maker helped along the way, but it’s always been you and him, him and you.

[priortoallthoughts]

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Forgiveness (Imperial!Crosshair x gn!reader/jedi!reader)

Bad Batch Cuddles (Bad Batch x gn!reader) [pt. 1]

TBB Cuddles Gets an Echo (Bad Batch x gn!reader) [pt. 2]

🔥 Singular Pleasure (Commander Wolffe x gn!reader)

Don’t Mess With the Commander’s... (Commander Fox x afab!reader)

Caf || 🔥 Patrol || Cyare || Nap || 🔥 Tour

Reader’s thoughts on Fox’s kama

Lost and Found (Commander Fox x afab!reader)

Listen Real Closely (Delta x afab!OC)

Ch. 1 || Ch. 2 || Ch. 3 || Ch. 4 || Ch. 5 || Ch. 6

🌒 Prompt Requests 🌘

Fluff 20 (Fives x gn!reader)

Fluff 8 & 24 (Tech x gn!reader)

✨ART ✨

🌒 The Book of Boba Fett 🌘

Boba Fett

Fennec & Twi’leks

Tuskens

Boba Reacts

🌒The Mandalorian 🌘

Appo and Grogu

🌒 Bad Batch 🌘

Howzer

Echo Smiling 

Is There an Echo in Here

Echo Meme Sketch

Lula and Clone Trooper Doll

🌒 Clone Wars 🌘

Tup

Rex Crying

We’re all Crying Here [Fives/Echo/Tup/Rex/Waxer]

Annoyed Vod

501st Shenanigans [pt. 1]

501st Shenans [pt. 2]

Hardcase and Fives Valentine

Clone Name Calligraphy

Clone Name Calligraphy [pt. 2]

Dance of the Little Swans 501st/212th/104th

Fives and Echo

Wolffe

Kix

Scorch

Sleepy Fox

Fox in the Morning

Fives

Fives and Tup

Delta Squad 

Cody on Tatooine 

Cody in Lingerie

Rex, a King

🌒 Baby Clones 🌘

Fives Conspiracy || Domino Squad || Hardcase || Tup & Dogma || Jesse & Kix || Wolffe Pack || Rex & Howzer || Blackout & Spark

🌒 Misc. 🌘

Clone/Mando Bucket Mandala

Adult Ahsoka

Jango Fett

Fives Forehead Kiss

Space Moms pt. 1

Space Moms pt. 2

May the 4th 

🌒 Non-Star Wars 🌘

True Form Sukuna NSFT

[clone-anon-after-dark]

My Masterlist

I will do my best to keep this updated. I did not create one of these for my other blog and by the time someone mentioned it, I was too far in.  Also, with longer fics posted less frequently, it seems like I might be more successful keeping a masterlist here.

Headcanons

Clones with an Asexual Partner

Boba

Stay Tonight (Daimyo Boba x Plus Size Fem Reader)

Cody

Just Cody (sub!Cody x GN!reader)

Special Day (slight dom!Cody x GN!reader)

Crosshair

Secure (Crosshair x F!reader version)

Secure (Crosshair x M!reader version)

Reconnecting (Crosshair x Trans Male Reader)

Topping (Crosshair x M!reader)

Darman Skirata

Being Known (Darman Skirata x F!Reader)

Watch (Darman Skirata x F!Reader)

Echo

Coming Home (TBB Echo x F!Reader)

Turning a Corner (TBB Echo x Fem Separatist Reader)

Fives

Campfire (Fives x GN Asexual Jedi Reader)

Thrill (Fives x F!Reader)

Healing (Fives x Nymph Reader)

Fox

Handsome Man (Fox x Trans Male Reader)

Best Place to Sleep (Fox x GN Asexual Aromantic Reader)

Gregor

Memory Foam (Gregor x GN!reader)

So Good (dom!Gregor x F!Reader)

So Good (dom!Gregor x M!Reader)

Make a Mess (sub!Gregor x F!Reader)

Make a Mess (sub!Gregor x M!Reader)

Hardcase 

Lunch (Hardcase x F!reader)

Hunter

Don’t Have To (Hunter x F!Reader)

Jesse

Brunch (Demisexual Jesse x GN Asexual Reader)

Kix

Undemanding (Kix x GN!Reader)

Mayday

Time Away (Mayday x F!reader version)

Time Away (Mayday x M!reader version)

Rex

A Little Closer (Rex x GN Aromantic Asexual Reader)

Starting a Family (Rex x Fem AFAB S/O Reader)

Sharp

What Feels Good (Sharp x GN Masc Reader)

Sinker

Coming Home (Sinker x F!reader version)

Coming Home (Sinker x M!reader version)

Tech

Don’t Leave (Tech x F!reader version)

Don’t Leave (Tech x M!reader version)

Trying (Tech x F!Reader)

Tup 

Loose Curls (Tup x F!Reader version)

Loose Curls (Tup x M!Reader version)

Wolffe

Just As You Are (Wolffe x GN!AroAce!Reader)

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x F!Reader version)

I’m Sorry (Wolffe x M!Reader version)

Wrecker

Slowly (Wrecker x M!Reader version)

Slowly (Wrecker x F!Reader version)

[zoeykallus]

Stuff I Wrote/Masterlist Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HC's - Emergency Room

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Good Souls Need Help Too

The Bad Batch x Artistic Reader HC's

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Bad Habits

The Bad Batch x Dark Side (Former Jedi) Fem!Reader - A Red Light In The Dark

The Bad Batch x Male!Reader HC's - No Need To Be Afraid

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Celebrating Halloween

The Bad Batch x F!Reader HC's - Giving Them Nicknames

The Bad Batch /Rex /Fives x Fem!Reader Spicy HC's - Morning Love

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Speaking Mando'a

The Bad Batch/Rex/Maul x Fem!Reader HC's - A Ghost From The Past

The Bad Batch x Reader Short One-Shot - How About Some Gratitude

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Accidents Happen

The Bad Batch x fem!reader Spicy HC's - A Private Performance

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Under The Helmet

The Bad Batch/Dogma/Howzer x (sick)Reader HC's - Don't Want To Be A Burden

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HC's - This Is Awkward...

The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader - Order 66

The Bad Batch HC's - Their Kid's First Date

The Bad Batch HC - Jobs Outside The Army

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - How They Deal With Your Habits

The Bad Batch x GNReader HC's - A Little More Time

The Bad Batch x Afab!Reader HC's - Can You Check On Me?

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Accidental "I Love You"

The Bad Batch x (mind controlled) Fem!Reader HC's - Not Yourself

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Court you

The Bad Batch Being Artistic x Fem!Reader - Love And Art

The Bad Batch x (stressed university student) Reader HC's - Take A Breather

The Bad Batch x Male!Reader HC's- The Gift Dilemma

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Hostage

The Bad Batch x F!Reader HC's - Learn To Protect Yourself

The Bad Batch x F! Reader HC's - Love Songs

The Bad Batch x F!Reader Fluff HC's - Busted!

The Bad Batch x M!Jedi!Reader One-Shot - Flattering Art

The Bad Batch x Friend!Reader HC's - Loyal Friends

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Tough Decision

The Bad Batch x F!Reader HC's - PTSD

The Bad Batch As A Rock Band - HC's

The Bad Batch x MaleFriend!Reader - Search And Rescue Dogs

The Bad Batch x F!Reader Spicy HC's - Slow Ride

Crosshair x F!Reader One-Shot - The Toothpick Incident

The Bad Batch / Rex/ Fives x Fem!Reader HC's - Snow, Gifts, Sweets and Life Day

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - About Strange Turn Ons And Love Boners

The Bad Batch HC's - Dealing With Their Kids Broken Hearts

The Bad Batch / Cody x Fem!Reader HC's - Accidentally Inflicted Pain

The Bad Batch / Cody / Fives x Fem!Reader HC's - Skinny Dipping

The Imperial Bad Batch x Fem!Reader - Dangerous Seduction HC's Part 1 Of 5 (All following parts linked in part 1)

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Bloodied And Bruised

The Bad Batch / Cody / Rex x Fem!Reader HCs - Dancing In The Rain Cody And Rex

Crosshair

Crosshair x fem!Reader Spicy One-shot - A Relaxing Bath

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - I Can Feel Your Gaze

Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot - I'm All Yours

Crosshair x afab!Reader Two-shot 1/2 - Think You Can Handle Me?

Hunter

Fem!Reader x Hunter One-Shot - In Loving Memory

Hunter x fem!Reader One-Shot - Snowy Retreat

Echo

Echo x Fem!Reader One-shot - Showing You My Love

TBB Echo x Reader Fluff One-Shot - A Soft Touch

Tech

Tech x F!ReaderOne-Shot - Night Swimming

Wrecker

Wrecker x Fem!Reader One-shot - Keep Me Warm

Clones

Clone 99 x Jedi Fem!Reader - One Moment In Time

Gregor x Reader One-Shot – In Love And Pain

Hunter/Echo/Fives/Rex x Jedi!Reader HC's - Forbidden Love

Cody x Fem!Reader One-Shot - Always On My Mind

Fives / Wrecker / Hardcase x Reader HC's - The Prankster

[libradusk]

Touch Starved | Jesse

Word Count: 6.8k

Pairing: Jesse x Reader

Summary: A night in a Coruscant hotel gifts you plenty of quality time with your lover (and a few noise complaints as well)

Warnings/Content: Explicit smut, mention of alcohol, AFAB reader (though no gender is explicitly mentioned), established relationship, some playful sexual power play, petnames galore, 69 action, a few light spanks to the backside and some tender shaaaaaaaggin’. (And Libra’s frequent overuse of italics.)

a/n: dedicated to the one and only @morganas-pendragons​, congrats on finishing your third year of uni Kayla, I’m so proud of you! <3

And of course, a huge thank you to everyone who has continued to support my writing. It’s been a really horrid couple of months for me, but slowly, things are starting to improve. Thank you all for being understanding while I take a much-needed continued break from social media.

CT-5597

Jesse

Jesse who is infamously cocky and funny, if not dangerously outspoken and headstrong during even the most tense of situations. Jesse who is renowned for caring so deeply and so fiercely for what he believes in, and loving even fiercer than that. Jesse, who will never hesitate to be the first on the dance floor at 79’s and the last to leave.

Jesse, the soldier, the brother, the undeniably charismatic individual. The man whose smile would warp the lines of the tattoo draped across his cheekbone with how widely it stretched.

Jesse, who everyone knew would continue to belt out barrack-born anthems that sung of the glory of the Republic, even after he was turfed out of the bar and sent stumbling through the neon maze of Coruscant’s streets until the rising sun inevitably forced the migraine from within his skull.

Though no soul who met him could ever even hope to deny that Jesse was a character, these descriptions and stories told fondly over the shoulders of comrades and acquaintances alike barely scratched the surface of the Jesse you knew.

You can see him now, slipping out of the bravado and bellowing laughter even as he throws it back alongside Fives on the dancefloor, a drink in his fist and a grin that doesn't quite light up his eyes the way it usually does. His gaze stumbles under the weight of the lights and music until it gives way to an expression that looks more detached than enraptured towards the music and movement enveloping him. Within another beat however, it has dragged its way over to you, and finally (and perhaps mercifully), Jesse appears to bloom more into himself the longer it rests on your seated form.

You throw him a pursed smile over your drink, knee bouncing underneath the table. Anticipation and concern peppers your nerves and drives the way your fingers twirl your straw between them. All around you, his brothers continue to laugh and joke between themselves, none the wiser to the energy crackling unspoken across the stretch between the booth and the dancefloor, simply grateful for the fresh taste of decompression bestowed upon their squadron by recently granted leave. Beside you, Kix’s elbow knocks into your side as he adjusts his posture to spread out into a more comfortable position. The medic is quick to apologise, but he needn’t have bothered; your attention is firmly glued elsewhere and as he follows your stare, he soon sees why.

You miss the way Kix smirks warmly into his pint as he turns to recount another tall tale to the troopers sharing the table, ensuring that he unravels the story in such a way that he sweeps up the remnants of their attention with a timed wave of his wrist and a comically timed jab at Hardcase’s expense.

It only takes a matter of minutes more until the other Jesse, your Jesse, steps out of his boisterous skin and slinks over to you.

The surface of his bare hand feels scorching hot as you rise to meet him halfway and grasp it with your own. Your palm is chilly from nursing your drink, the same one that now sat barely touched and long forgotten atop the crowded table. Jesse’s appears to radiate with the heat of a sun in comparison, clammy and blistering as it engulfs your own whilst its twin all but throws his half-empty glass of liquor onto a nearby waitress droid’s tray.

It teeters for a moment before tumbling over and sending a sticky cascade spilling over the side of the metal disk towards the floor below.

There's little time left to waste. You're not content to simply sit back and sweat out the minutes until you can have him completely alone this time, done with sitting back until the alcohol burns your throat and the flash of lights drowns out the grainy buzz in your temples.

Grabbing him more firmly by the hand now, you move to tug him past the straggling group of wide-eyed troopers that have congregated in the wake of Jesse’s stride. You’re not sure you can bring yourself to care anymore if they talk, not while your pulse is twisting louder in your ears with each brush of his thumb against your wrist.

The moment the chill of night time air hits his lungs, the hidden Jesse emerges completely, eyes honeyed but focused as the last few curls of boyish laughter die on his tongue. He shifts his grip to lace his fingers with your own as you weave between the lingering bodies outside. Most here pay little attention to the pair of you, too concerned with casting their own troubled gazes towards the city skyline as they smoke contraband cigarettes and turn over glass bottles between bruised knuckles.

You try to choke down the strange feeling rising in your throat at the sight, focusing instead on the warmth that continues to radiate from Jesse’s body as he trails down the street closely behind you. Despite the charged air that surrounds you both, it suddenly dawns on you that you’ve yet to actually speak a word to him since entering the bar, his late entrance alongside Fives meaning that you had already been swamped with the attention of familiar faces, all of whom were equally eager to unwind and catch up.

But now, as you sneak a sideways glance at him and catch just how tightly his blacks seem to cling to the defined muscles of his torso, you feel that if you were to open your mouth in anything more than a smile, you wouldn’t be able to trust what your brain would make you say, or do for that matter.

Your chest feels so tight with emotion that even breathing feels like a strained action. It had been a tough few weeks, and right now all you wanted, all you needed, was your Jesse all to yourself in the self-made sanctuary only privacy could help you build. A squeeze of your hand assures you that through his tipsy intrepidity, he most certainly feels the same way.

Jesse remains uncharacteristically silent as you hail down an air taxi, though you can clearly feel his eyes on your face in your peripheral vision as you lean forward to speak to the driver through her open window. You attempt to flash him a smile once you finish relaying the last of your directions, but it comes out more strained than you intend, even as you squeeze his hand back in reassurance. Tired is truly an understatement, and for a moment, it dawns on you that there’s a real possibility you might end up falling asleep mid journey.

That is, until you feel the wide, warm expanse of Jesse’s palm deliver a gentle pat to your backside. The action succeeds in ushering you into the back of the cab, and having you feel very suddenly awake again in one fluid motion.

You don't need to shoot him a raised eyebrow over your shoulder to know that he's smirking.

A sharp, very clearly fake cough from the front of the taxi cuts down the heat spreading downwards from your face before it can settle deeper. In the reflective surface of the rear view mirror, you catch the disgruntled glare of the now very unimpressed Twi’lek cabbie. The twitch of her pursed lips accompanied by the dull tap of her blunt, painted fingernails against a bright red sign that sits mounted on the dashboard.

Your stomach flips in embarrassment as you scan over the bold printed words that are listed upon it.

NO EATING/DRINKING

NO SMOKING

NO SASSING THE DRIVER

NO WANDERING HANDS

Where Jesse was smirking before, he now struggles to suppress on a snicker as he stretches to practically lounge across the backseat, clearly unbothered by the stink eye currently being thrown directly his way now by the woman in the driver’s seat - even daring to throw up his hands in mock-innocence in return. For a moment you’re concerned she might actually throw you both back out onto the curb, but instead, you’re just met with another exaggerated roll of her eyes before she throws the well-loved vehicle into reverse and takes off down the neon-painted highway.

With a ghost of a sigh, you lean back slightly into the worn leather seat as the streets of Coruscant rush past your window in a blur of colour and noise. Your gaze slips past the glass, to the apathetic, focused expression of your driver, and finally to your lover once more. Whilst dizzying to watch through the smeared windows, you find yourself helplessly bewitched with how the sharp glow of the city lights splash and dissipate almost rhythmically across Jesse’s face and body. Red, fuchsia and blue drip down his skin before disappearing into the void of his blacks each time you pass under a particularly bright stretch of neon-signage. Whilst beautiful, the glow also highlights just how deeply cut the bags under his eyes are now.

A not-so-subtle squeeze to your thigh unravels the grip twisting around your heart before it can truly poison your mood.

The tenderness in Jesse’s eyes cuts through the dark interior of the cab more brightly than any streetlamp could ever hope to, lips cocking into a half-smile as his attention shifts completely to you once more.

“You okay, mesh’la?” his voice is barely above a low purr as he finally speaks, but it vibrates down to your stomach as though he’d growled it in your ear, his thumb rubbing a mindless, but soothing pattern just above the joint of your knee all the while.

“Yeah... are you?” you shift slightly to face him better, the bottom half of your body twisting somewhat awkwardly against the grasp of the seatbelt clamped across your middle. You reach downwards to curl your own digits gently over his wrist, eyes momentarily darting back towards the driver’s mirror on instinct. There's a brief second where you’re certain you catch her tattooed brows furrowing further and those sharp eyes dart to catch yours in warning, but now at least, they remain focused on the busy road ahead, and you risk leaning over closer towards the trooper beside you. His smile gives way to a subtly weak grin in response.

“Just peachy.” 

Half lies from both of you, but there's little time to dwell on them as the air taxi finally pulls into a stop outside your destination.

There's somewhat of an awkward pause as Jesse struggles to get the door open, the lock jamming with his first attempt and sending his shoulder barrelling against the window with an inelegant thump. You cringe a little at the sound, but the Twi’lek leaning over the shoulder of her seat seems unphased as she silently holds out her hand, stony face sporting the same cocked eyebrow and deadpan expression that you’ve become uncomfortably familiar with.

Your strained thank you is met with little more than a grunt of mild disapproval as she turns to fiddle with the radio embedded in her dashboard, effectively ending your transaction and ordering you from her car as she throws your handed credits into a worn-looking box perched on the passenger seat.

“Well she was cheerful.” Jesse’s voice is playful as he moves to grab your hand in earnest now as you approach the towering building in front of you. Despite the lightness of his tone and the way you exhale through your nose in mock-exasperation towards his joke, the air between you is more charged than ever now that you’re so close to finally being alone together for the first time in weeks.

Or was it months? Time had a funny way of twisting away from you as of late.

Nevertheless, all that stood in your way was a brief check in and elevator ride up towards the room you had hurriedly booked for the occasion.

The hotel itself was modest, sporting simple, clean architectural design and minimal decoration just short of clinical in nature. Not that you cared for the details, all that mattered to you was that it provided a temporary sanctuary for you and Jesse to retreat to for the night, far enough away from the pulsing heart of Coruscant that, for a short time at least, you could pretend there was no war, no constant presence of fear, pain and suffocating army regulations.

Just you and Jesse. Your Jesse.

His resolve winds and snaps the moment your feet cross the threshold of the elevator.

“Mesh’la,” his beloved nickname for you rolls off his tongue almost salaciously as he all but collapses against you, pinning you to the cold stretch of corridor with the press of his body. He groans it against your skin again as his lips meet with your pulse point, grinding against you with an overspill of passion that has you mewl and almost drop your keycard with the force of it. Through the building fog in your mind, you wonder if the fact he can finally announce his affections for you aloud and so openly here is what has finally pushed him over the edge.

Or perhaps it's the way you writhe and claw at him desperately in response, half of your mind seemingly determined to have him take you right here and now before you can even hope to complete the last few steps towards your awaiting hotel room.

“Jesse-” you’re not sure if the drawl of his name that slips from your tongue is meant to be in warning or wanting, but it's quickly swallowed up by the trooper as he finally kisses you.

Maker, does it feel good to taste him again. His unrelenting passion, his warmth, you can’t help but want it all, and he’s ever happy to give it to you - groaning into your open mouth, all teeth and tongue and heart as he hurriedly caresses your thighs, your hips, the back of your neck in turn - fingertips mapping out your body with an agonising familiarity that has your knees buckling and restraint crumbling even more.

Jesse practically growls as you break apart to gasp for air, though your panting does little to deter him from continuing his barrage of kisses, as he angles his head to trail them across your jaw and down the junction of your throat, mouthing his desire against the thrumming beat of your heart.

“Missed having you like this - in my arms - all to myself…” 

Each part of his confession is broken apart by the scratch of his stubble and the nip of his teeth against your skin until he trails off into something intelligible - burying his face into the crook of your neck with a sigh that sings as much of exhaustion as it does longing.

It's the briefest moment of weakness amidst the suffocating heat of his passion towards you, but it's just enough to allow you to scrape back some semblance of clarity with a shuddering breath of your own.

Delicately, as though he was crafted from glass and not the corded muscle you knew to hide beneath his clothes, you run the fingers of your left hand down the length of his spine, relishing in the shudder that ripples through him in turn.

“Jesse,” your voice already sounds hoarse as you turn to place a kiss against his temple, “let’s get inside of our room and you can have all of me, all night.”

He almost wrestles the keycard from your hands at that.

---

The room itself is as modestly decorated as the rest of the hotel. A brief glance around tells you there’s a basic vanity, a desk, what appears to be the seam and switch of a built in wardrobe, and to the right of the doorway: the entrance to the refresher.

But what truly captures the attention of both of you is the king size bed in the very centre of the room, as well as the open stretch of Coruscant skyline that shines in through the expansive window to it’s left, dappling the navy-coloured sheets with milky diamonds of light.

Jesse grants you mere seconds to appreciate the view before he’s all over you once more.

You find yourself stumbling clumsily backwards against the newly closed door, attempting several times in vain to get the locking mechanism to work through Jesse’s onslaught of kisses. A gasp of what you’re not sure is relief or pleasure (or maybe both) leaves you when you hear it finally click into place just as his lips fasten themselves to suckle at a particularly sensitive spot just above your collarbone.

Each kiss unravels another layer of the Jesse you know and love, each desperate touch and whispered endearment only stoking the fire helping him flare to life in his full glory once more. It's intoxicating and overwhelming in the best way possible, and as he gifts you another taste of the sickly-sweet cocktail that still lingers on his tongue, you’re reminded of the very first time he’d kissed you:

It had been a night not too unlike this one, in which you had finally related to his begging for you to accompany him and the boys on a night on the town. He’d gathered you up in his arms the moment you’d finally relaxed enough to join him on the dancefloor of 79’s, and not long after, you’d backed each other into a corner of the dingy nightclub, with Jesse keening into your open mouth and rutting against you as though struck with the fear that he would never be given another chance to touch you, and the eager remorse of a man that wished he’d done this a long time ago.

Of course, the night had ended with you dragging the drunken tonne of him back to his bunk - though even through his stupor, he’d managed to drag you down after him before passing out at the snap of a finger, face buried securely in the crook of your shoulder the entire night.

And from that point, you couldn’t imagine a future without him at your side ever again.

Jesse’s passion for all he does burns hot, but it's in stolen moments like these, that his touch seems to burn hotter than anything else.

You feel it now as his hands begin to wander once again, tugging at your clothing and gripping at the skin beneath with such a need that it borders on bruising - though you struggle to shrug off how his fingers carry a gnawing tiredness beneath their eager twitching.

The revelation causes a different kind of pang in your stomach, but you force it down and away.

This man deserves to be spoiled.

Shoving half-heartedly at his broad chest, your command only wavers slightly with the struggle to catch your breath as your lips break apart with an audible pop.

“Strip.”

Your head feels light as you step backwards and straighten up your posture as best you can, dishevelled clothing and panting aside. You attempt to give him your sternest face as you issue the demand, but you’re certain you hardly look the part with what you know to be kiss-swollen lips and a chain of love bites adorning your neck.

Jesse hardly fares any better, face ruddy with a blush that creeps down past the high collar of his undershirt, and pupils blown so wide and glassy that they resemble the depths of space itself. His eyes had always stood out to you, even long before the two of you became an item. Though he and his brothers may share the same eye colour, the fire in Jesse’s was everything, it was something you never, ever wanted to see fade.

Those same eyes blink owlishly at you now as you stand firm in front of him, his hands still comically half-raised as though frozen mid-caress. It doesn't take longer than a second for him to whir back into action, however.

His movements are inelegant and rushed as he begins to tear away his shirt from his heaving chest. There's no overt striptease like he’s performed for you before, just pure, unfiltered desperation to feel your bare skin against his own. But even through the clumsiness, you catch the way the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex with thinly-veiled intention - a reminder to you of the strength he possesses - as well as just how easily the role of dominant could be flipped against you with his slightest change of whim.

The knowledge of this only excites you more.

You decide to follow his example and quickly shed your own garments until you’re both down to your underwear. The walls of the room are practically sweating with the desire that thrums between you now, and you both take a shared moment to admire the other in the dimmed glow of the lighting. Your mouth waters involuntarily as you sink into the sight of him, the reality of finally getting your lover alone and bare after so long settling warmly into your core, twisting delightfully tighter with each second that ticks by.

Jesse can’t help but glow with an obvious pride under your hungry gaze. A familiar smirk blooms across his face, spreading in a way that warms his expression further until the mirth crinkles at the very corners of his eyes. You can't help but smile right back despite the distraction of thrumming in your ears and the slickness that's gathering between your thighs.

It's a sensation that's only amplified when his eyes stop raking over your body to lock with your own, staring you down with an energy that's so charged that the breath skips in your throat.

“Shocked you speechless?” his voice sings with a smile as he taunts you, head tilted in a way that highlights the juncture of his throat.

You scoff in response, but step even closer all the same, noses practically touching now as your lips brush together.

“In your dreams, lover boy.”

He raises a thick brow at the cheesy nickname, but you note how his breath catches as you reach out to push lightly at his chest, palm spreading warmly across his pectoral.

“I dream about you a lot, actually,” Jesse’s long eyelashes tickle the apple of your cheekbones as he lightly presses his mouth against yours in a chaste kiss, “in fact, I had an especially lovely dream about you last night.”

Your stomach flutters a little more at the implication, but you press on, edging him gently further towards the bed until the back of his calves hit the edge.

“Yeah?” your fingernails claw down the ladder of his abs, marvelling in the way the muscles flex and tense with your caresses, “why don’t you tell me about it?”

You kiss him again, catching his bottom lip between your teeth with a tug that leaves him melting against you, the heat of his arousal peaking past the waistband of his underwear to graze your stomach as you press even closer.

“Well,” his voice is as strained as his breathing now, strong hands moving to stroke gently over your upper arms before his grip suddenly tightens, “I think it's better if I show you.”

The sound of surprise that leaves you as your back hits the mattress is more of a squeak. In the briefest of moments, Jesse has successfully managed to flip the situation to place himself in control once more. A heavy, yet careful weight pins you atop the silken blue sheets by your hips, a reignited, boyish gleam twinkling in his eyes as he grins up at you from the lower half of your body.

That cocky, gorgeous, bastard.

It's frustrating, but you can’t deny he looks good between your thighs.

“Ah, ah, ah~” he tuts at you, effectively cutting off any grumble of annoyance before it can leave your lips, “it isn't polite to cut someone off mid demonstration, mesh’la.”

Maker, give you strength.

His mouth and tongue are dangerously hot as he trails a haphazard stream of kisses over your hips, the sensation is at once too much and not quite enough, leaving you panting and bucking towards the smirking lot of him to no avail. When he begins to all but purr in contentment as he mouthes over your clothed sex, you have to quite literally bite back a scream of frustration.

“Jesse-”

“Shhhhhh…”

You let out a sob as your head falls back to hit the pillow, the hot rush of air against the dampness of your underwear too much to bear. Jesse chuckles in response, thoroughly enjoying inflicting such a sweet agony on you.

“Don't act so mad at me, cyar’ika,” Jesse pouts as he bats those dark lashes up at you, intent on sucking a bruise into your inner thigh as he does, “just tryin’ to appreciate how gorgeous you are.”

There's no sign of joviality in his confession this time, and your heart warms at the sincerity that glows in those heavy-lidded eyes of his.

A quick snap to the band of your underwear parts the lovesick fog accumulating in your head, forcing your attention back to the man currently toying with the elastic of your undergarments once more.

“Focus, mesh’la~,” his tone is purposefully playful, but his eyes dark with challenge as he flashes you another winning grin, “I need your full attention to tell this story, you want to hear how it ends, right?”

Another kiss, this time placed just against where you ache for him most, the fabric posing as the final barrier to your hard-won reward. Fuck, this man was going to kill you.

You’re torn between searching the fog of your brain for another retort, or giving in and letting him wreck you completely and honestly. Jesse doesn't seem too keen to grant you the time to weigh your options, fingers tapping impatiently against the curve of your hip with an inquisitive hum as you agonise over your choices.

The throb in your core wins out, and you relent, albeit a little bitterly,

“I want to know-” you cut off with strangled gasp as he lathes his tongue against the very inner pocket of your thigh, “please Jesse - fuck - please I want you, I need you.”

The man in question stares down at you with satisfied affection as you buck up to chase a phantom touch once again, groaning in annoyance when you find nothing but the weighted press of his forearms caging your thighs open to his mercy.

“...All right.” 

A sigh of relief leaves you at that before you can reign it back, and he chuckles warmly at the sound, stroking tiny circles across your flesh.

“You’ll always have me, mesh’la,” the sincerity in Jesse’s tone makes your breath hitch further as he edges towards where the seam of your underwear meets your left hip, his hot breath causing yet another flurry of goosebumps to rise in its wake, “but let me show you how much it means to me to have you.”

Keeping his eyes locked onto yours, Jesse ducks to catch the side of your underwear in his teeth before dragging it slowly downwards. The material tickles slightly as it catches over your thighs, though it's a mere whisper of a sensation compared to the throb that hits you as your dripping core finally is bared to the chill of the air.

Jesse hums appreciatively at the sight of you spread out beneath him as he leans back to finish pulling away your underwear, haphazardly throwing away the offending garment to join the other scattering of clothing that now decorates the carpet. You bite your lip and raise your eyebrows in response, taking advantage of his momentary lapse in focus to nudge your knee against his hip.

“You too, mesh’la.” You roll the nickname over your tongue, delighting in how the blood rushes to his cheeks with a fervour at having his nickname for you thrown right back at himself. 

He scoffs a little at your cheekiness, but indulges your command all the same, practically  leaping from the edge of the bed to stand and unceremoniously yank down his boxer briefs. You attempt to hook your legs around his midsection as he rejoins you atop the bed, but he stops you with a slow shake of his head, caging your thighs open with his arms once more.

“So eager!” he sighs in mock-annoyance as you huff and roll your eyes beneath him, simply chuckling as you edge further into frantic desperation.

Little do you know it's taking every ounce of his own willpower to stop from delving into your cunt like it's his last meal.

Though the groan that leaves him as his eyes flicker down once more gives you an indication of how he's really feeling beneath the bravado. In that moment, the sight and sound of him has you feeling on top of the world despite being pinned from the hips down.

You’ve little time to bask in this feeling for long though, as in a moment, Jesse dives forward like a man starved. You throw your head back with a cry as the hot, wet push of his tongue hits the sensitive folds of your pussy, lapping open-mouthed kisses across the seam of your opening as his nose grazes your clit. Stars above, your head feels heavy as you buck shamelessly, chasing the heat of his mouth as he tilts his head to tongue-fuck you deeper, the burn of his flesh against yours as he holds you down the only thing truly grounding you at this point.

To his credit, Jesse takes your writhing in stride, accommodating the frantic movements of your hips with firm, but loving caresses as he places a particularly heavy kiss right against your clit that leaves you breathily calling out his name. He lets out a particularly needy groan at the sound, one that vibrates directly across your thrumming bundle of nerves and hits you like a shock of cold water to the face.

You shudder back to reality, head still spinning with the promise of a quickly approaching orgasm, but enough renewed sense to prop yourself up onto shaking elbows to take in the sight of him. Jesse looks just as wrecked as you feel, eyes closed as he revels in the taste and feel of you beneath his tongue and fingers. A single jewel of sweat beads down the prong of his tattoo that reaches his temple in what you're not sure is overexertion, or the strain of keeping his own pursuit of pleasure in check to focus on yours.

He’s all but thrusting desperately into the air as you reach forward to gently grasp his jaw with shaking digits.

“Jesse…” you trail off as you catch the way his chin glistens with what you’re not sure is saliva, your essence, or a lewd concoction of both, “let me make you feel good too.”

He’s slack jawed and glossy-eyed, but his body is oddly pliable as you tug him up towards your face for a sloppy kiss that leaves you both moaning and grasping for the other. You’re the one to break away first, shooting him a wobbly grin as you pant to regain your breath. His fingers find your face this time, cupping your cheek as he gazes at you with such wonder that it leaves you blushing once more. He remains speechless even as you break apart with a kiss to his open palm, positioning your body to crawl down his torso until you’re face-to-head with his arousal. Jesse seems to catch on quickly to your intentions, grasping hold of your hips to position your lower half over his face - even gracing your backside with a light slap that causes you to jolt in surprise. You attempt to flash him a glare, but the feeling of his broad palm soothing over the swell of your ass reduces you to hissing in pleasure instead, spine dipping before you can stop yourself from sinking lower towards his waiting lips.

Determined not to be so easily outdone, you move to flatten the length of your tongue against the head of his cock, delighting in the broken groan that shakes his chest as the taste of precum hits your taste buds. You let a moan of your own vibrate against the length of his cock as you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper into your mouth, the feeling of his hot, panting breath against your cunt spurring you on. Jesse indulges in the feeling of you for a few moments longer before delving right back into eating you out. You can feel his smirk at the squeak of surprise that leaves you as he roughly pulls you back down to sit on his face, tongue lashing skilfully against your clit in a way that forces you to pull him from your mouth with a gasp for air.

It all falls away from you quickly after that, even as you pump at the slick length of his cock and attempt to focus on the way he twitches against your lips. In mere moments, your vision is stolen from you in a sudden rush of pure pleasure that has you half aware that you’re screaming Jesse’s name towards the ceiling. The trooper continues to lavish attention on you through the waves of your orgasm, tongue firmly lathing against the most agonisingly sensitive part of you as he holds you against him with a determinedly steady hand.

He gently drags the grip of his right hand to pet your thigh as you come down in shuddering gasps, the white slowly ebbing from your vision with the effort of a few slow blinks.

“Welcome back.”

Even in such a compromising position as this, he still has the gall to run his mouth. 

A calculated squeeze to the base of his cock has that taunt trail off into a hiss.

“You’re unbelievable.” Despite the impassive tone of voice you attempt to force out, you still curl into his touch as he slowly maneuvers your spent body to rest against the pillows once more.

“Yep, but you love it.” He winks as he shifts to support himself above you, those powerful forearms of his now caging your shoulders at each side as he places a chaste kiss against your clammy forehead. You can't help the laughter that spills from you as he moves to suddenly nuzzle into the crook of your neck, stubble tickling your already oversensitive nerves until you're pushing at his chest for him to release you.

“Because I love you, Jess.”

His expression melts at your confession, chest rising and falling in time with your own as he stares at you with such a tender longing that part of you almost feels like crying.

If you could block out the world and just stay like this with him, forever, then you would in a heartbeat. You'd tear down every star in the sky a million times over if it meant keeping him safe and loved.

If only you could.

“I love you, so much, cyare.” The sunny warmth of his grin spreads across the entirety of his face then. It's contagious, and instantly lifts you into giggling alongside him as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against your own.

“...Is this how things went in your dream?” Your heart turns to honey as you reach up to trace the lines of his tattoo where they drape over his cheek.

“This is even better.” He whispers the affirmation against your lips before stealing them in another deep kiss.

He grinds lazily against you as the kiss deepens, threading you ever closer together with a moan that has your hand frantically searching to loop your fingers through his own.

“Jesse,” your voice is strained with desire as the tip of his cock grazes against your entrance once again, “as wonderful as this is, I really want you inside me now.”

That pulls a genuine splutter of laughter from him, but he slips his free hand down to wrap one of your thighs around his waist all the same, shifting to his knees to brace himself against you whilst simultaneously keeping you pinned to the pillow with one hand gripping your own.

“Your wish is my command, my needy little love.”

Your breath leaves you with a sudden yelp as he finally snaps his hips forward and eases into you with a deep thrust, his public bone nestling against the swell of your clit as he buries himself to the hilt in your warmth. You catch his smile split even wider at your reaction before he begins to fuck you in earnest, never one to hold back for too long. The stretch of his cock has your eyes rolling and your free hand clawing at his shoulder for something to grip on to, but your body opens up to him effortlessly. 

You’ve danced with him like this so many times now that being connected to him feels as natural as breathing, despite the rolling cries that drip from your parted lips. Jesse drinks them down greedily with a barrage of kisses and growled praise between each thrust.

“That's it baby - keep making those pretty sounds for me.”

He's making plenty of pretty noises of his own, each of them peppered with sigh-like breaths that catch in his throat every time his hips stutter with the threat of losing his last semblance of control.

Hot tears of pleasure begin to gather behind your lashes as you fight to keep your eyes trained on the sight of him pounding into you. Even with the way your mind spins with pleasure, and how the light spilling from the window appears to cling and dance across the deep bronze of his skin in an ever shifting pattern, the thick lines of his tattoo, and the burn of his eyes remain steadfast - streamlining your focus towards the feeling of him grinding upwards against the sweetest spot inside of you again and again until all you can do is babble his name incoherently.

The sight of you coming apart beneath him only pushes him further, though you’re so overwhelmed at this point that you fail to notice how his fingers release your own to dip down between your bodies until the rough pad of his thumb collides with your clit once more.

A second orgasm rips through you with little extra warning - the coil in your stomach snapping so violently that it robs you of any remaining coherency and has you tightening around Jesse’s cock with a silent scream. You hear and feel him hit his peak right behind your own as he tenses with a shout of your name, barely catching himself as he folds over you and buries his cock as deep as he can reach.

And then, warmth: one that spreads across your insides before spilling down the innermost part of your thighs and onto the sheets below.

For a moment, there is only heavy panting as you both struggle to come back down to the present. Jesse breaks whatever silence has crawled between you with a dry-throated chuckle. The hand that had been twisted in the bedsheets beside your head moments before now moves to stroke the back of your head with a clumsy kind of care only Jesse could deliver.

You're still stuffed full of him even as he lifts himself to avoid crushing you, his thumb dipping across the apples of your cheeks to wipe away the loose trails of tears that streak your skin. He clears his throat before speaking, voice tired, but clear enough to reach you.

“You okay?”

You nod in reply, limbs heavy as you raise your arms to loop around his neck and bring him close for a prolonged kiss.

“Need anything?”

You hum in acknowledgment of his concern, but only snuggle closer in response before whispering against the thump of his pulse.

“Only you.”

He chuckles at that before chastely kissing the top of your head and slowly lifting to withdraw from you. You both groan at the loss of contact, but Jesse’s quick to flop down beside you and gather your body up in his arms once more.

“I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me, cyar’ika.” He traces over the marks left on your skin with an air of sentimentality, dipping his head to kiss over the particularly dark ones left across your neck and collarbone. They're reminders you’ll grumble about when you’re back in the right frame of mind, but you’ll find yourself cherishing them all the same for as long as they decorate your skin.

“Forever then.” You mumble sleepily against the protection his body extends to you, thoroughly spent in every way.

“Forever it is.” 

He’d already made that promise to himself long ago.

[sisterofleatherfrog]

Star Wars Kinktober day- LATE AF

Prompt: Exhibitionism | Lingerie

Hardcase x AFAB reader (Part 3)

Not edited so be warned

I guess this is my early May the 4th present? I’ll be back later with another post about where I’ve been and what’s been up, but I’ll just say for now that it’s nice to be back in a place where I feel good enough to create stuff for yous guys! I am not a dead blog yet, your creator was just going through the mental equivalent of being a goldfish in a bag being shaken around by an overeager toddler.

As promised in an older post though, this will be linked in my original Kinktober collection anyway.

Part 1 | Part 2

@good-heavens-chris-evans if you even still remember parts 1 and 2, this is for you my dude and your patience.

Tags: Oral (f receiving), exhibitionism, stoplight system, pre-negotiated scene, male masturbation, PIV sex in multiple positions, others cum onto reader, reference to a lactation kink (they don’t do that sort of play, just a character’s thoughts), reference to pegging, some cum eating, dirty talk (no degradation)

Words: 4025

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Great pleasure can come out of humor, though anyone making that observation probably never meant the sort you and Hardcase were currently intent on. Your back lay on the hard-spun material of a clone-barracks bunk while trying to wrap your limbs around your man like an overzealous lizard-monkey; he was seemingly trying to devour you, teeth and lips seeking every inch they could reach from your jaw down. His softening cock protruded from the open material of his lower blacks and slowly rutted against your exposed sex as you tried to move more into each other. From everywhere his teeth pinched a bolt of pure fire shot down to your heart as your excitement ratcheted ever higher, but after getting him off you were eager to be pleased by your man.

“Ah, Hardcase, please? ‘Need more.” You panted, chest arching upward to entice.

  Not answering you verbally, he instead removed a hand that had been edging down your hip and brought it to a breast, squeezing the soft flesh it found before fingertips pinched the nipple. The fire from that arched down from your heart and straight to your clit, a slow throbbing beginning to roll through your hips like the pulsing of colours that hot embers danced. You gave a broken cry in return and brought both your hands to his shaven head, pushing it down so that it too may find that gloriously sensitive peak. Hardcase obliged you, obviously in the mood to lead but also not wanting to wait much longer for the main event. He latched on eagerly, hard suction ricocheting pleasure through your abdomen. There was something so earnest about him like this, about how he would treat your breasts when his mouth was on them, as if he were trying to drink from you (now wasn’t that an image you were going to have to come back to on a later date?). Your breasts had always been especially sensitive, a fact that Hardcase was quite happy to take advantage of whenever you let him. Apparently, the lack of breasts while growing up on Kamino had been a real detriment to him, so he was determined to cherish every moment he could with his mouth on them. 

While his mouth was occupied on one side, his other hand worked its due diligence and fondled the other, fingers occasionally twisting with the shiny, dangling hardware of your ensemble. His mouth moved lower, sucking the flesh on the underside of your breasts and then your abdomen, surely leaving marks behind to mark his trail. 

A whoosh sounded from the door and instinctively you grabbed the covers around you and drew them over yourself, brain momentarily lost in what Hardcase was doing to you and lost to the moment. You relaxed when you heard whistles and cheers and saw the five men in armour you recognized. Hardcase brought his head out from under the covers and grinned wildly at them, “Bought time y’all showed up, you were just about to miss the warm up!” 

The door shut behind them again and they all greeted you as they began to (much faster than anytime you saw them just relaxing on a break) dekit down to their blacks. You gave Hardcase a light shove and he grinned, the way his face scrunched pulling at his tattoos in a way you would call cute, before he gave you a quick smooch and rolled off of you to divest himself of his lowers. Before they were all done though Rex called your name and you looked over to him.

“Now that we’re all here, are you sure you still want to do this?”

You sat up and smiled at him, your eyes softening at his concern, “Yes Captain, I do still want this.”

He smiled in return, his more serious expression melting into an edge of desire. “You still remember the rules?”

“Only Hardcase is allowed to touch me, but you all can cum on me, no degradation is allowed, green is a go, yellow means I just need a moment, red is everything stops.” You counted everything off on your fingers as you listed them, not missing a single point.

“And,” Kix interrupted suddenly, catching you a little off guard “for whenever you’re done, we all put together a care box for you.” He reached under his bunk and pulled out a small case before continuing. “Hardcase brought in a change of clothes for you, so we all decided we’d chip in as well. I put in some wipes and bacta patches just in case, Jesse saved some of the better tasting rations, Fives put in some candy from his stash, Echo was the water and electrolyte drinks, and though they aren’t here, Tup included a comb and some hair stuff, and Dogma was the extra blanket.” He lifted each thing to show you as he described what was there and though you weren’t surprised they would be so thorough, you were still deeply touched by the amount of care they were willing to put into this. A glance at Hardcase told you he felt the exact same about his vode. “And,” Kix continued on, “while you’re both unwinding and getting cleaned up while we handle the laundry, the captain said you can use his bunk for as long as you need.” He motioned over to the corner where the bottom bunk there had a blanket tied around it to create a privacy screen.

An incredible warmth bloomed in your chest and you wanted nothing more than to give a show for these men like nothing before. “Well,” you drawled slowly, rising from the bed with the sheet still concealing you and your ensemble. “I think the care you’re showin’ should get some sort of reward, don’t you think?” You asked rhetorically, as in the next breath you allowed the blanked fall, revealing yourself and giving a twirl. 

The air seemed to leave the room as they all drank you in, thighs curving over the top of the stockings, ribbons shining, chains and hardware dancing. A few of them moaned and an uttered curse from Jesse made you grin. You grabbed Hardcase by his shoulders and brought him to his knees with his back to the others positioned around the room. He looked up at you expectantly with a single eyebrow raised and a grin, motioning with his hands for you to carry on with what you had planned to do. Grabbing a hold with one hand to an upper railing of the bunk for support you swung a leg over his shoulder and drew his head toward your warm pussy, getting the message he grasped you under that leg and around the other and brought his lips to yours. 

You sighed as he began to kiss you there, lips pillowy and tongue working your outer folds in the sheer gratification of the act. You heard Fives calling out raucous encouragement as you grabbed Hardcase by the back of his head and helped to guide that wild mouth of his. You could feel him feeding on the praise and his pace hastened, tongue tasting your pussy, darting out to trace your wet entrance, and mouth beginning to suck the flesh there. He hadn’t yet reached your clit but you didn’t mind the build up as you began to rock your hips, slowly riding his face. 

“Yeah baby, you look so pretty on his face like that, you gonna look just as pretty on ‘Case’s dick?” Fives breathed. 

You looked up at him and fire shot through your abdomen from his look alone; feeling your nipples peak, you took the hand from Hardcase’s head and brought it up to one to squeeze harshly, feeding the smoldering heat low in your belly. “Yeah Fives, I’m gonna look so pretty for you all, gonna let Hardcase ride me so hard, gonna bounce on his dick and let you all come all over me-'' Gasping, your hips jumped suddenly as Hardcase latched onto your pussy hard and sucked, licking a pattern that you knew spelled his name. He tightened his grip on you and brought his hands up to your asscheecks, kneading them as he brought you even closer to his face. You moaned at the messy sounds he was making as he ate you out. 

Around you, you could hear the sounds of slicked flesh moving, aware that the rest of the guys had either stripped down entirely or enough to pull their dicks out and stroke them. Looking up you met Rex’s steady, deep gaze as he addressed you, his own hand slowly working himself. “You’re being so good, bet your pussy is so wet. Are you gonna cum on Hardcase’s face or later on his dick?” You groaned at the question, the current pleasure you felt warring with some of the ideas you and Hardcase had laid down together. 

Looking down you met his gaze and he reluctantly lifted his face far enough away from you to answer: “All good to go whatever you want, Meshla.” before moving back in and moaning around your clit. Ooh, that Loth-minx! He knew exactly just how to drive you mad and crazy, as you tried to string together a complete thought in order to make up your mind. On one hand, an orgasm now on his mouth, or in a little while with his length filling you and center stage for the rest of them. Well, your supporting leg was getting a little sore…

Collecting yourself, you gently pushed Hardcase’s head away, “Wanna come on your dick, ‘Case, not yet.” 

He nodded and kissed your inner thigh as he lifted your shaking (huh, shen had that happened?) leg from over his shoulder. The men behind him paused in their own pleasure and threw down some blankets and pillows to cushion the stage for you two. Hardcase moved to arrange them a little more while you collected yourself for a moment, thighs open and apex glistening in the warm air of the room. He then sat on his knees and patted his thighs inviting you to take a seat. You smiled and obliged him, hips swaying and the dangly bits of your lingerie swaying as you approached. Kneeling before him you leant forward and pecked his nose quickly before pushing him onto his back, a small exclamation of surprise leaving him as his brothers chuckled.

Moving quickly you straddled his well built hips and ground down on his cock which had so valiantly rallied to your cause. Leaning forward onto the hands you placed on his sternum (which just so conveniently pushed your breasts together for viewing pleasure) and rose up, feeling his length slide along you and his head tease around your folds. Excitement too much to bear, Hardcase reached down to steady himself as you lowered again, his cock spearing you open from below, the stretch of him aided by how wet and relaxed you were in your state of heady arousal. His brothers cheered and whistled at the display, their calls further spurring on the anticipation for what was to come. When he was fully seated within you and your hips were pressed flush together a small whoosh of air left you, his heft always so much yet to perfect, filling you so well, so hot, so hard; all for you. 

The hand that had guided his cock joined the other and grabbed the flesh of your hip, the kneading motions he made there slowly guiding you to begin moving. Bearing down on your lower muscles you gave him a squeeze as you circled your hips over him. His head fell back with a high moan, eyes momentarily squeezing shut before focusing in on where the two of you were joined. 

“How’s she feel vod? That pussy looks pretty kriffing amazing, all wet and juicy, bet she’s like a vice around you isn’t she, eh? Is our vod filling you good and full pretty girl?” Jesse was talking now as you kept up your teasing pace. 

“Kriff vod, you have no idea.” Hardcase gasped. “Best pussy in the galaxy.” His hands were still on your hips, now starting to urge you toward a faster pace and you complied, moving your hands to his as your posture straightened and you began to take him harder. Forward and back, up and down, you stroked him within your body, taking him over and over. Warmth from your chest spread up into your cheeks at the feel of him stroking over your sensitive walls. He was so hot, all you could think about was that, about how he felt in this moment, the pleasure of the entire act, the eyes on you, and how others were getting off on how you moved and fit together. 

Focusing back in on him you watched as he gasped and threw his head back at your motion. “How are you doing babe?” You breathed, “Holding in there?”

He gave a wild huff, “Green, so maker-shabbing green.” 

You laughed a little and picked up your pace. “Then stop laying there then and do what you came here to do and fuck me!”

His hips slammed upward on your next down stroke then and a surprised “Oh!” left your parted lips, more sounds spilling from you as he continued in that way. The sounds of your hips meeting in hard slaps filled the room, you moaned and leaned back, bracing your hands on Hardcase’s knees and allowed the other occupants of the room to view your coupling better. 

“Would you look at that.” Kix breathed and you watched his hand stutter  and then pick up speed on his girthy flesh a moment later. 

You could feel your tits bounce with each rise and jostle, the nipples fully extended and on display, sensitive and begging for a hand or mouth to take them in, but with all your dexterity focused on supporting your current position and you couldn’t move them. Some other stimulation was needed and soon or you were going to come out of your skin. Hardcase seemed to notice and splayed a hand on your lower stomach, thumb reaching down into your curls to find your clit. The heat within you spread like burning fuel, spilling from your clit to all the spaces between your hips. With each pass of his calloused thumb you swore you felt it consuming you, like molten steel filling a mold in a foundry. Your hips danced faster over his, demanding to be filled by him seeking more of the stimulation he was delivering, you needed more, more, moremoremore-

A haze descended over your senses as you went blind and deaf to everything else in the room, your inner muscles cinched just so much tighter before the wires snapped and you shook with the power of your release. The heat, maker you could feel it, could almost feel him in your throat you were so full- If his hips weren’t in the way your legs would have snapped closed, but as it was you were held open and exposed as he continued to stimulate you, hips moving in a continuous circular movement as you had done before to him and thumb still playing with your clit. Movement caught in your periphery and you found Jesse and Echo on either side of you, furiously masturbating before hot streams of cum landed on your cheek and chest. Oh, oh, that was so fucking hot.

Another round of strong spasms went through you and you felt so wet, felt it leak around Hardcase’s cock out of you. Oh little gods- 

“Yellow!” You gasped, “Yellow.” Immediately Hardcase removed his hand from your clit and stilled his hips, instead sitting up and moving his hands to stroke up your sides and back, gently soothing trying to sooth. You took several deep breaths and let the wildfire subside a little before continuing, “So good, so good ‘Case, just so much, need a moment.”

He hmmed and nodded, leaning forward to give you a light mirshmure’cya. “Everything really okay though Meshla?” 

You nodded emphatically, still gasping a little. After a bit you leaned back to eye Jesse and Echo who were looking on relaxed but still slightly concerned, “Thank you both for cumming on me, I loved it.” You smiled to them hazily, letting the truth of your statement soak your words. And you did, you really, REALLY did. Despite never even considering anything like this before a week ago, you were finding yourself considering an offer to make this a regular thing.

A few more moments passed as you breathed before Hardcase gently drew him back to you, “All good there?”

You considered for a moment before grinning widely at him, “Green babey, green.”

He kissed you wildly and you laughed at his pecks and licks before shrieking in merriment as he suddenly tilted you back onto a pillow on the floor and lifted your hips toward his still hard cock. He stood up on his knees and drew your hips up, up, up, arching you back off the floor and resting your weight on your shoulders in the position he moved you into. “You wouldn’t believe how hot this is Meshla, you look so good showing off for my vod, I don’t think I’ll last as long as I was hoping to.” 

You sighed as he slipped into you again, the entrance easy and fluid, no longer a bit of a stretch now that you’d come once already. “That’s alright, better make this one hell of a show then.”

A slightly devious look came to his face, “Well, I aim,” he thrust shallowly right into your g-spot, “to please.” And with that he began a steady, medium pace into you, hitting that spot over and over again as you moaned and gasped, hands reaching to tangle in the blanket edge above you. He was loving taking the lead with you here, fucking you for his brothers pleasure, but would he ever want you to do that here? Would he be just as aroused at his brothers seeing him be lead, at him on his hands and knees being fucked? Thoughts for another time as you return to the pleasurable present.

Fives was the next to approach, hand almost a blur as he finished jacked himself, a broken cry spilling from his lips as he came over your tits. You made sure to smile up at him as well, brain too lost to say thank you but meaning to get the message across anyway. It felt so good, all of it: Hardcase, the attention, the warm cum stiping your body; along with the previous stimulation already making you sensitive you might just come untouched like this. It continued for a little while longer like that: you taking it from Hardcase while you exalted in pleasure. Jesse approached you again, having rallied and also came on your chest. Echo and Fives meanwhile appeared to be satisfied and were watching the proceedings, lounged and relaxed, soft cocks resting between equally powerful thighs. 

Hardcase picked up his pace and the heat returned as before, radiating from where he plunged into you. You looked up when Hardcase spoke: “Come on vode, if you make a competition out of this you’re gonna miss your chance, I can’t last forever in a pussy like this.” he teased. Looking around to see what he was talking about, though upside down you could see Rex and Kix giving each other challenging eyes as they stroked themselves, obviously seeing who would be the first to break. 

You couldn’t have that: “Please Rex? Please? Can you cum on my tits? Wanna feel it before I cum again.” You whined, reaching down to trace a finger through the cum that was already collected there.

Rex swore and Kix and a few others laughed at him as he stumbled over and barely had time to aim before he was shooting off, enough spurting out to paint both of your breasts. “You’re far too good at that, you know?” He huffed airily to you.

Hardcase laughed then, having slightly readjusted his hold and angle as he sped up some more. “Isn’t she? She just has to show me those pretty eyes and say please and I’m ready to do anything.” You maybe would have responded, but the way he was hitting it had lit a tibana fire in your pussy and you were coming close, so close once again. You felt every stroke so deep, you could swear sometimes he was in fact mixing up your guts. You were almost ready to come, but something was still missing.

Angling your head back you met Kix’s eyes, watching him as he seemed to be trying to forestall his own end. You couldn’t have that. As lewdly as you could you let your mouth fall open and stuck your tongue out, silently begging in a way you hoped he’d understand. He seemed to, because his eyes grew wide and approached slowly, a question in his brown eyes. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth? Want me to paint your face with my cum?”

You nodded, eyes begging silently as you eyes his cock, flushed and weeping above you.

He nodded but looked up and met Hardcase’s eyes, “Are you okay with that vod?”

Hardcase groaned and appeared to be doing his best to restrain himself from cumming right then and there, “Kriff, dammit! Do it, she wants it so badly, wanna see her swallow my vod’s cum!” 

Kix grinned and got to work, a few short strokes later he knelt down next to your head and groaned, his cum landing across your cheeks and on your tongue, the taste of the hot saltiness being the sensation you needed to send you over the edge. You cried out loudly, body arching to its furthest extent and legs locking around Hardcase as you squirmed and twitched, clamping down on his length and finally drawing his own orgasm out of him. 

“Aa-aahh!” A broken sigh rushed out of him as he lost his rhythm and slammed, as far as your bodies would allow, into you once more. He stilled, a hot wetness filling you as you slowly ground together as you both came down from your highs. He lowered your hips slowly (making sure not to slip out as your orgasms subsided) resting into the cradle of your hips as you reached around to cling to him with both arms and legs, uncaring of the mess of cum between you.

All was quiet for a bit as everybody basked in the afterglow. Hardcase pressed his face into your neck and took a deep breath and you rubbed at the ridges of a few scars you knew he had. “Meshla that was…” He trailed off, voice sounding like when he’d had a few at 79’s. 

A bright giggle bubbled up in your chest and you nuzzled him back, “I know.”

“Well I for one think I can speak for my vode,” A voice broke in, and from the tone you knew it was Fives, “that was kriffing incredible! That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen! Your girl is hot as fuck Hardcase!” You actually laughed at that, glad that this had gone so well. 

Hardcase lifted his head from you then, looking up to the four men on the bunks and Kix still knelt beside you, already tucking himself away and motioning for the aftercare kit. “Y’all really were into that too? Think me and Meshla should do an encore at some point?”

“Well men,” spoke Captain Rex, “think that’s a good idea?” 

At their enthusiastic assent you dipped a finger to the mess on your chest and scooped a little up and studied it. “I wonder what we can get up to next time?” You spoke airily before brining sucking the mess of your finger, making the men around you groan and Hardcase laugh before he swooped down and kissed you, helping to eat up the salty taste in your mouth.

…

Do minx exist in Star Wars? Like, anything resembling the mustelidae family? I’ll just go ahead and make some shit up while I’m here (when in doubt, just add Loth in front of the critter and it’ll sound legit).

If you’re wondering what the position is after the reader is done riding him, it’s the dolphin.

Kinktober works

Masterlist

[sev-on-kamino]

30 Days of Blossoming Romance (7)

Day 7: Visiting them at their place of work (prompt list here)

Jesse x afab!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, flirty, fluffy, suggestive

word count: 1226

You sipped at a cup of rapidly cooling caf, as you prepped for inventory of the med bay. Kix normally did it with you, but you’d asked Rex to order him to relax, which left it as a solo job.

It wasn’t so bad. A little tedious at times, but it also meant you were in charge of restocks and requisitions, and you could ask for approval on all kinds of fancy equipment that Kix would have vetoed before Rex could even hear about it.

You hummed and danced as you started making your way through the room. New beds were an absolute must along with new sheets. You had gotten to the point of singing out loud, really giving your all to the empty space, as you checked your list. Your hips were swaying, as you shimmied and shook your way towards the supply closet.

You finished your performance with a flourish, bowing graciously.

“Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week,” you said with a giggle. You snapped upright at the sound of applause, spinning to see Jesse, leaning against the doorway with the most mischievous grin.

“So my sweet little medic saves lives, shoots like a commando, and sings? What can’t you do, doll?” He asked pushing off the doorway and strolling into the room.

“Sense when I’m being watched apparently,” you answered, your face burning from being caught by Jesse of all people. Things with the trooper were still new, and you hadn’t shared all of your weird and wild yet. As he looked down at you with sheer joy in his eyes though, you realized maybe it would be ok to share a bit more.

“Good thing, or I might have missed all of that. What was that thing you were doing with your hips?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“Just moving to the beat,” you shrugged, biting your lip.

“I didn’t know you could move like that. You never dance at 79’s,” he pouted. You breathed out a laugh, as you spun around, repeating the swirl of your hips that he apparently liked so much. You’re pleased when you hear a sharp intake of breath.

“Stars, doll, you’re gonna put me in one of these beds, if you keep that up.”

“Aht aht! Save it until after I finish inventory. I never get to do it while the place is empty,” you fussed.

“Inventory? Where’s Kix?”

“Probably off somewhere, pacing and worrying about what I’m up to in here by myself. Rex made him take the night off.”

“Oh, so I don’t have to worry about him popping out of a closet and kicking me out?” Jesse asked, looking around like he still expected Kix to swoop down and reprimand him for distracting you.

“Not tonight,” you said, moving down your list.

“And I have you all alone until inventory’s done?” His tone was teasing, playful.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “Unless Hardcase does something stupid, yes.”

“Perfect,” the trooper closed the distance between the two of you, grabbing your hips as he backed you up against the door of the supply closet. You looked up at him equal parts aroused, and surprised. Your eyes slipped closed, and your lips parted. An invitation for him to continue.

He brought his lips close to yours, letting your breath mingle with his, his thumbs rubbing firmly against your hips. You pushed up on your tip toes, aching to close the distance, only for him to move just out of your reach, but still close enough for his breath to fan across your face.

“Jesseeeee,” you whined. “Teasing is not nice.”

“Are you sure because it feels so good, doll.” He replied, before giving you exactly what you wanted. His lips pressed to yours, kissing you with confidence. Desire swirled through your body, radiating outward, until you could feel your need for him with every inch of your body.

You moaned quietly, causing Jesse to tighten his hold on you, one hand cupping the back of your head to keep you in place. You were about to toss your datapad and let Jesse do as he pleased, when your comm beeped. Jesse sprang back as though Kix had walked in on the two of you. You groaned in frustration, taking a deep breath to fix your attitude.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Hit pause on inventory, Doc. There was a minor scuffle in the mess hall. Sending a couple of concussions your way, and a few in need of stitches,” Rex said, and you could practically see the vein pulsing in his forehead.

“No worries, Cap, I’m ready for them.” You replied, giving Jesse an apologetic look. He shook his head, mouthing ‘It’s ok.’

“Oh, and Kix is on his way too, so you better hit send on any requisitions you were hoping to sneak in.” Rex added with a chuckle.

“One problem at a time, Captain. Sheesh!”

“You can handle it,” Rex said ending the call.

“Kriff,” you swore, “Duty calls.”

“I can be patient,” Jesse replied with a grin. “And helpful.”

“Stay moving, and don’t let Kix focus on you too long, or he’ll send you packing.”

“You’re the boss.”

The next few hours were hectic. It was clearly nothing you couldn’t handle, Jesse noticed, as he watched you and Kix moving smoothly from one patient to the next, picking up where the other left off, communicating effortlessly, all while working on inventory. A dream team. If he didn’t know any better, that light pang of jealousy would sting a lot more.

You and he worked well together though, he thought, as you assigned him tasks, and trusted him to support you and Kix. He kept moving, making sure to stay out of Kix’s way and avoid sneaking too many glances at you while you worked.

As calm returned to the med bay, which now had 5 troopers sleeping off their little brawl, Jesse found his way to your side.

“So much for an impromptu date night,” Jesse said leaning against your desk, as you filled out reports.

“But it certainly wasn’t dull,” you huffed out a short derisive laugh, typing as quickly as possible, so you could still send a requisition request or two to Rex.

“Things are never dull with you, doll,” Jesse leaned closer, reaching out to cup your face and brush his thumb over your cheek.

“Jesse, are you seriously flirting with Doc right now?” Kix asked, finally realizing that Jesse was there.

“No?” Jesse answered, slowly backing away from your desk.

You turned and presented Kix with the most doe eyed, innocent, pleading look you could manage. He narrowed his eyes at you, and you turned up the heat.

“Please, Kix,” you whined quietly.

“Fine, but keep your hands to yourselves until you’re out of here,” he replied softening at the looks of pure joy on your faces. He honestly liked the two of you together. He knew you’d be good to his brother, and he knew his brother would take care of you.

You mouthed ‘thank you’, as Jesse saluted Kix, and reclaimed his place leaning on your desk. The rest of your shift went by much faster. Jesse made time fly, and you hoped he could hang out for your shifts more often.

[captainpains]

The Baby (Fives x reader)

Fives with a baby... That's all I'm gonna say...

Warnings! Gn AFAB reader (because of like one throwaway line), swearing, mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of death, fluffy, smooches

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"Where the hell did you get a baby?" You asked when they walked into the medbay.

That was the first thing you noticed. Not Jesse limping in, half his weight on Echo. Not the shiny being wheeled in on a stretcher. Not Hardcase holding onto what looked like a broken arm.

No, it was Fives (a man who you had a tiny crush on) holding what looked like a swaddled baby in his arms.

Fives gave you a sheepish smile as the others walked by, following the other nurses into the makeshift medbay. When he was close enough to you, he held his arms out awkwardly for you to take the bundle from him. You carefully removed the baby from his, the child squirmed but did not open his eyes. You gave the ARC trooper a questioning look. He again only smiled wearily.

"We couldn't leave the little guy. So I figured you could take care of him until we find a more... a permanent place for him," Fives explained nervously.

"I guess. Why me?" You asked, kind of concerned as to who approved you to watch a baby. You then looked down at the baby. His eyes were open, looking at you while reaching his little arms up to your face. Then you looked back to Fives.

"You mentioned you had experience with younglings. I figured you were the best option," he rationalized, scratching the back of his neck.

In reality, Fives just wanted an excuse to talk to you more. He knew a baby was a lot of responsibility, if the holo dramas he watched were anything to go off of. He secretly hoped you’d ask for his help in caring for him. He let his eyes fall to the youngling. He was clearly awake, his hands reaching up to grab on the neckline of your nurses uniform. He was tugging down on it, clearly trying to get to your breasts. Little guy knew were his meals came.

“I think he’s hungry,” the ARC pointed out. 

You looked down to see your boob nearly out your shirt from the child’s yanking. You gently removed his hands from your shirt. Then you moved to a create that held supplies specifically to help civilian families. After digging around for a minute, you pulled out a bottle of formula. You shook it gently and popped the lid to the container. You put the nipple of the bottle to the baby’s mouth, who happily began to drink. 

“If you need help with him, I’ll gladly volunteer,” Fives mentally face palmed. Apparently, he was abysmal at talking to people he liked without flirting. You were not the flirting type, at least he didn’t think so. 

“Well, thank you. I’ll let you know if I need anything,” you gave him a sweet smile. Then, in a move that surprised even you, you moved closer to him. The ARC opted to stay still, curious to see what you would do. You leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, it was so fast either of you were sure it happened. 

“I’ll keep that in mine.” 

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Later that day, Fives visited you in in the medbay. He wanted to make sure you were alright with the baby. Some of the boys teased him about it, saying something about a civie nurse making him go brian dead. But he brushed off the teasing. It was easy for him to do while thinking about your soft smile and bright eyes. He loved how kind you were with his brothers, always taking care of them. You’d even held the hand of a dying man -- a man you’d never met before -- so he could have some comfort in his last moments. Fives was pulled out of his thoughts when he walked into the makeshift medbay. You were pacing back and forth, rocking the baby in your arms, singing a lullaby in your native tongue. 

“Am I interrupting?” He asked, jokingly.

You looked up at him and grinned. He was out of armor, which was rare when the 501st was on a mission. You always did love the way blacks looked on him. You bit your lip to suppress a smile.

“No you’re not,” you said simply. 

“I just came by to see if you need anything.”

“We’re good.”

“You sure?”

You nodded and looked down at the baby. He was beaming up at Fives, his chubby little arms reaching up for him. You moved closer to the ARC, a question in your eyes. You positioned the baby, ready to hand him off to Fives.

“I think he wants you,” you offered him the child. He hesitated for a moment before he took the child, cradling him in his arms. 

“Hello, ad’ika,” he smiled down at the child. 

“He really likes you,” you pointed out, taking a step back to appreciate to image.

“I think he really likes you, too,” he replied. “I would know he told me.”

“Really? Did he say anything else?” You asked, stepping closer to him again.

“He said that you are very beautiful and smart.” Fives didn’t notice that he was leaning in.

“Well how about you tell him thanks for me,” you smiled.

“Will do,” he replied.

And then he kissed you. 

[sev-on-kamino]

30 Days of Blossoming Romance (4)

Day 4: First conversation alone (prompt list here)

Hardcase x afab!reader, who’s a mechanic (first time writing Hardcase and a non-medic reader, so be easy on me)

Warnings: none, it’s fluffy stuff with a sprinkle of flirting

Word count: 1007

You loved your job. You'd always been fascinated by how things work, and anything that flew was your favorite. You knew how every single fighter, carrier, shuttle, gunship, and Venator in the GAR worked. And when they didn't work? Well, that's when you got to shine. They didn't work frequently because there were hotshot pilots zipping about putting your poor fleet through its paces every chance they got. The pilots of the 501st were great, but they were still flyboys to their core, and didn't even realize (no matter how much you yelled) that their antics made more work for you. You were stuck in the hangar of the Resolute now while everyone else left to enjoy their leave on Coruscant. Your mind drifted to the cute blue dress you'd picked up to wear to 79's. It was going to be the first time you and Hardcase got to spend time together since the pair of you had escalated your flirting from theoretical to practical. Your stomach flipped as you realized how many pretty girls would be angling for a trip to the barracks with one of the handsome men of the 501st. Things weren't official with Hardcase, and he was free to do what he liked, and so were you, but for the first time that freedom didn't sound so great. You settled in under the control panel of the cockpit of a shuttle that should not have needed this much attention. Someone had undoubtedly been trying to show off and burned out the forward stabilizers, the hyperdrive, and the life support system would need to be replaced completely You hit play on your radio and prepared yourself for a long night...alone. "I thought you were coming out tonight, Sparks," a voice said, scaring you right into bumping your head on the console. "Ow fuck!" you swore rubbing your head, as you slid out of the danger zone. You looked up and met Hardcase's bright eyes, and smiled despite the pain. "Sorry! I didn't see you waiting for a cab, so I came to see if you were still working. Why are you working by the way?" He rattled off quickly, as he dropped into the pilot's chair. "It's ok. I'm...really glad to see you," you said, still rubbing your head. “Oh, some asshole decided to try his hand at racing in this shuttle, and it’s all burned out. Gotta replace all the major systems.”

“And it’s gotta be done tonight, huh?” He asked, a light frown tugging at his handsome features.

You nodded, mirroring his expression. “Unfortunately. I was really looking forward to going out. Got a new dress and everything.”

He perked up at that, “You? In a dress? I’ve gotta see that. Tell me about it. What color is it? No, I’m gonna guess…it’s blue.”

“I wear dresses,” you protested, slapping him playfully with your bandana. “It’s short and tight, and it is blue. How’d you know?”

“You’re loyal to the 501st, Sparks.” That much was true, plus it had lines and shapes that reminded you of his tattoo. You had to have it once you realized.

“Got me all figured out, have you?” you challenged, laying back under the console.

“Not all the way yet, but I’m getting there.” He slid out of the chair to sit cross legged next to you on the floor. His knee rested against your thigh, and you were suddenly quite glad you were under the console, or he’d see how positively frazzled you were.

“S-so are you uh…gonna join the boys tonight?” you asked, clearing your throat.

“Nope. I was hoping to hang out with you, and that’s happening here…unless you need quiet, and I’m kriffing up your concentration?”

“No! No, this is actually what I wanted to do tonight,” your heart was dancing in your chest. “Spending time with you I mean, not fixing this shuttle.”

“This is almost as good as 79s, it’s just missing cheap booze flashing lights, and Jesse passing shots around. You’ve even got music,” he added, adjusting the volume on your radio.

“Don’t forget the dress. I didn’t plan on wearing my jumpsuit to the bar.”

“Ah, the dress. Damn. Maybe next time.”

“And you won’t have to sit on the floor,” you added with a laugh.

“Exactly, I can sit in a booth, and you can sit on my lap. What are you working on under there? Anything I can help with?”

Your mind had short circuited. Did he just casually mention having you in his lap?

“Um…I was…er…checking the housing on the…wires that,” you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t form a sentence.

“I never paid attention when we were supposed to be learning about this stuff, but I can hand you tools.”

“Tools. Yep. Those will be so helpful.” A full sentence. You were back in business.

As the night wore on, you learned that Hardcase was full of all sorts of practical knowledge. Medical things he picked up from Kix. Tactics and strategies he’d learned from Echo. Even a few things about the Jedi Order he’d discovered talking to General Skywalker. Despite asserting that he wasn’t paying attention half the time, he seemed to have absorbed things from everyone he cared about. You found yourself wondering if or how you’d contribute to his web of knowledge.

By the time you finished it was well into the wee hours of the morning, not that you could tell by looking at Hardcase. His smile was still bright, eyes alert, still asking you questions, and bouncing from topic to topic.

“We should probably eat something. You worked straight through dinner. Didn’t wanna wreck your concentration.”

“Food sounds like a dream right now. Then sleep.” You said with a massive yawn.

“You’ll need your rest, I’m absolutely taking you out tomorrow, even if I’ve gotta steal you outta the hangar.” He said steering you towards the mess hall.

“I’d like that,” you replied, smiling up at him, already counting down the hours until you could talk to him like this again.