#holoporn

[astromechs]

there are people who are normal and then there are people like me who have actually watched the star wars holiday special

[hauntedkingdomprincess]

reader breaking anh!luke’s innocence and filling every sexual desire he’s had cuz he’s the chosen one and deserves it:(( <3

Ooh yeah.... love it. ❤️ some sexy thoughts about this prompt below the cut (18+ only!) - also, yay! My first ask!!! (Thanks @weirdogirl888)

- Luke is still feeling awkward about being thought of as a 'chosen' one

- actually he really wants to be considered just a normal guy in your eyes; he can't take the pressure to lean into the expectations of being the one with a girl, especially for a first time....

- he eyes you and knows you have been fluttering your eyes in your direction. He's enjoying the attention...

- and loves your attributes, eyes, lips and curves...

- it was seeing him in that flight suit that started those sexy sweet thoughts for you

- of course, after blowing up that Death Star, (first time) celebrations are in order... giving him the courage to actually kiss you too (and dreaming of more)

- he's had those naughty private thoughts before... dreaming about having a sneaky feel up in his x-wing, or perhaps you kissing down his treasure trail...

- but as soon as he's back, he knows he wants to actually touch you...

- the moment you see him, you pull him aside, feeling bold thar this chosen one *evidently* desires you back...

- your hands cannot help but touch his strong arms, his firm chest, and brush his cheek in kindness to settle him as he's trembling with anticipation

- "tell me what you want", you whisper, and he shudders in anticipation

- "I don't know how to ask" he blushes, until you begin kissing his neck

- your hands wander and pull down the zip of that flight suit

- and he doesn't fight it.... [he's loving it]

- in fact, he evidently adoring all of your attention, tenting slightly in excitement...

- he cannot believe you want him as much as he has privately touched himself thinking of you... wanting you

- he's sensing your arousal through the force

- and still working up the courage to touch your body as he craves....

- your body is so warm to his touch, and you take his hands to place them on your chest, showing him how hot his touch is making you...

- your nipples stand to attention

- your hand continues to trail down towards his growing member

- and it springs to proud attention at the hint of your fingers wandering beneath his flight briefs

- he's beading already (and it's so hot to you, you lick your lips in excitement)

- "show me" you ask firmly and seductively... "exactly as you dreamed when you touched yourself before the mission"

- he sighs heavily, drunk on desire as your body is firmly pressed against his...

- in your mind's eye, his warmth is projected out to you... the warmth hardness of his cock now firmly the centre of his lust.

- you instinctively know he wants you to suck it, lapping at his hardness

- its size and girth is most impressive [better than you hoped]

- he sighs with your palmed touch, causing him to leak and moan. You tease your fingers up his virginal shaft...

- "tell me..." you whisper... as you lower yourself on your knees

- "put me in your mouth" he whimpers as you lick his rosy head beading with salty want

- you take him deeper and deeper ... taking him all in... bobbing up and down to his breathy moans of anguished delight

- he's wanted this moment for so long

- until you feel a twitch that is unmistakable... he's getting close...

- but you don't stop now...

- you see him watching a holoporn in his mind's eye, a memory of discovery of women's bodies, and it's so hot

- he likes tits, a lot, and can't help wondering what women taste like...

- he cums to the thought of pussy in his memory of watching the holoporn... he's so inexperienced and eager...

- now he's here with a woman and he can cum with her this time...

- running your hand between the wet folds of your velvet, you ask him to open his mouth to receive your glistening middle finger....

"Taste me" you command... and he licks your finger deeply....

- the taste sends him wild, breaking his lingering shyness.

- He MUST have you. He MUST taste you...

- he may be the one but your pussy has him on his knees now, stripping off your dress and panties with fervour

- he drives his tongue in... determined to greedily taste all of you, much to your loud moans.

- soon his face is coated in your juices, as he whimpers with delight at your whimpers and his occasional pumping of his cock with his hand

- the other hand reaches up to squeeze your magnificent tits, running his open palm across your pert pink nipples over and over.

- he squeezes each tit in turn

- it's quite a sight to see the chosen one worshipping your folds with such need, whimpering with joy...

- you imagine you are being watched in this joyful explosion of lust

- at the thought of being seen, you cum quickly and powerfully on his tongue with shouts of praise - "you're doing so well" you affirm. "My good jedi"

- still he's pumping his huge throbbing cock, his erection agonisingly wanting you

- "do it" you shout... sensing his hunger... "fuck me as you dreamed" you whimper, not waiting to recover from your own explosion, your knees trembling in ecstacy

- now he's in control, now he's gonna have you...

- he spins you around, your bust pressed into the base wall, your ass rubbing up against his swollen rod... he doesn't care if anyone sees....

- he pushes in, slowly at first, and seconds later all the way, hilt deep, and exclaims at the tight, wet sensation

- he's finally fucking you... exactly as he wanted.

- he pushes in slowly and steadily, building up a good rhythm

- he feels so big

- his hands rubbing your arms and back, and soon gripping your hip and running across your breasts

- you feel so wet, he begins to chase release in this feeling of bliss

- you shudder and shake, the sensation so overwhelming in his force projections, and his body so alive with pleasure in your slick folds, your pussy gripping him tightly

- he feels so enraptured, he almost can't take it... it's better than he dared dream

- you can't take much more of it either... his cock is too deliciously big to bear. You sweat at the touch of this man within you have unleashed

- "come for me" you shout, not caring who hears [and someone did hear]

- "come with me" he begs you...

- and you hear it as an order... an order from the chosen one

- your pussy squeezes him, clamps his fullness hard as you cry out "yes, yes! More please... Luke!!!"

- he thrusts hungrily, pushing deeper than ever, and you feel his pink head swell within

- he moans loudly, and shudders "Oh maker, yes baby" as he erupts white ropes inside your wet velvet

- your core pounds and spasms at the feel of his cum hitting your walls, soaking your sex

- he grips you tightly in his arms, clutching you close, his mouth buried in your neck... he moans again and again, coming so hard....

- you both finish, and he lets you go, loosely cuddling your body in your sweaty shared afterglow

- his kisses are lusty and awkward, but playful as he smiles with deep satisfaction

- "we are doing that again!" You smile as you reassemble your simple dress... your breasts still perky and arousal wholly evident

- he gushes in joy, and hugs you in delight. "How about tonight?" He asks as he looks into your eyes... "we need to celebrate"

- "yes, we do" you breathe out and smile... "many times".

Hope you like!! ❤️😘🥵😈

[princessbrunette]

how do you feel about flirting with aotc!anakin? whether it’s established relationship flirting or you’re just getting to know one another or whatever. i’m rly interested in seeing how you’d decide to write a younger (maybe more naive?) version of anakin. make it as dirty/smutty/suggestive as you want, i love anything you put out

(us acting like we weren’t giggling in dms about this 😝)

okay but yes.

flirting with him is so fun because… he’s a slut idc. i guess i understand when people wanna present him as some shy virgin but also like… did we even watch the same movie? aotc ani was bricked up for the entire 2hours and 22 minutes in this essay i will-

when you’re still friends — flirting with him is so much fun because he’s barely keeping it together. he shamelessly glances at your tits when you’re talking to him because how can he not? you’re practically begging for it with them pressed together like that, blinking up at him with faux innocent doe eyes. he’s already stiff before you’ve even been standing there for more than thirty seconds. he won’t shy away from telling you that, either.

the way you call him “ani” in that sweet breathy voice, reaching up to fix his short blonde hair. he knows your game. he stares down at you with that obscene smirk, shuffling a bit closer to you so he has a better view down your top. but soon enough, you’re pulling away slyly, putting an extra sway of the hips in your walk as you leave him to give him a show.

you have to constantly tell him to stop staring at you, because whenever you look at him he’s got this slight smile on his face — and not in the sweet romantic way, the sort of vacant and dark smile that says ‘I’m not focused on anything going on right now, because i’m imagining you creaming on my cock.’ aotc ani definitely dabbled in a fair share of holoporn, so he can get super creative with his daydreams.

maker forbid the conversation ever is lead down one of a sexual nature whilst you’re still friends — his curiosity causing him to prod and pry at your sex life, and brazenly offering to be added to your roster at a drop of a hat. “did your ex ever taste you?” he’s stepping into your space once more. you roll your eyes at his intrusiveness but shake your head anyway. “i would have. you should allow me. wouldn’t you like to see how it feels? i heard some girls compare it to heaven…” he gets impossibly closer like he’s going to kiss you but you break off the moment.

“what girls?” you frown jealously which only makes him grin boyishly and chuckle, stuttering over an explanation.

when the two of you finally end up together, you make him wait even longer to fuck you just because it’s fun — doing everything in your power to make him flustered. your favourite moment would have to be when you’d come to visit the temple for work purposes, running into anakin and his mentor obi wan. you’d been discussing something of a professional nature, ignoring the way anakin was eyefucking you as you spoke to his master. as soon as obi wan briefly leaves the room, leaving the two of you behind — you pounce, pouting and pushing yourself up against the flustered blonde.

“miss you ani, need you really bad.” you whimper quietly, being met with wide eyes and red cheeks. you take his strong, pretty hand and bring it to cup the shape of your cunt through your panties beneath your skirt. “m’so wet.” you watch ani take a jagged breath in, letting his fingers feel around for your soaked spot before you’re pulling back again, hearing obi wan returning. he gets so frustrated he has to excuse himself.

but that’s not the last you see of him that day, on your way out of the temple he ambushes you — hurrying you into a dark closet space with spare sparring mats and faulty saber hilts on shelves, lips finding purchase on your neck and his hands grabbing greedily at your ass.

“ani!”

“please— please let me fuck you.” he groans, pushing his hips against yours, hard cock pressing against your tummy. “cant you feel what you’ve done?”

“not here, in a dark closet. i would like it to be more romantic than that.” you speak between sloppy kisses, his hand coming up to gently hold your cheek still.

“well forgive me, but i don’t care too much for romance right now. you’re getting me way too excited.” he grips your waist.

“i care.” you turn your head, looking at him with a serious glint in your eyes when he pulls back. he sighs, rolling his eyes and steps back, nodding.

“very well then.” he frowns. you place your hands on his shoulders and stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

“ask obi wan for some time off, we’ll fly somewhere — can take our time. it’ll be worth it.” you smile and he exhales out his nose, nodding.

“alright alright. now don’t tease me anymore, it’s not nice.” he’s practically pouting and you giggle. it’s hard for his own smile not to break through too.

[neon-junkie]

Who out of the bad batch do you think could make reader squirt?

I'm going to go straight off the bat here and say Crosshair. I just feel that guy naturally knows what he's doing. Dude probably watched too much holoporns, and he's picked up a few things from one-night stands. He also makes it his mission to leave you an absolute mess, and squirting is one thing on his list to achieve that goal.

Wrecker is also a top-notch candidate. Thick fingers, high stamina, attentive - yeah, he knows what he's doing. Definitely has a big thing for it too, like he'll be bouncing off the walls if you can squirt.

Echo is a natural. He picked it up during his 501st days, and whilst it's not a necessity for him, he still enjoys it. No worries if you can't do it, but if you can, then well... yay!

Hunter is second to last. I can see him being quite a vanilla guy when it comes to the bedroom - not quite 'missionary lights off' sex, but he doesn't feel the need to go all out every time. He probably makes you squirt accidentally, but now that he's unlocked that power, he becomes eager to do it more often.

Tech is the worst. Sorry girlies. That man focuses far too much on facts and figures, rather than simply relaxing into the moment, and going with the flow (pun intended.) He needs to listen to your body more, rather than going "I am implementing every action, but we are yet to achieve our desired results?!!"

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Restrained (Hunter x f!reader drabble)

Summary: Hunter finds himself tied up and at your mercy.

Warnings: fully filth y'all so minors begone; bondage, restraints, blindfolding, sensory play, oral (f receiving)

Word Count: 478

A/N: shout out to Free for the impromptu mini-event. enjoy, babes

You'll never tire of seeing him like this.

The usually composed and stoic facade of the sergeant crumbles at your touch in an instant. His chest heaves with labored breaths, equal parts exertion and exhilaration, his toned arms bulging where he strains against the cuffs binding him to the bed. Ghosting your fingertips delicately up his thigh, tracing the skeletal tattoo, you delight in the deep, rumbling groan the action earns you.

"P-Please, mesh’la," he grits out, "don't be a tease."

"Oh but it's so much more fun when I am," you purr. To punctuate your point, you rake your nails down his flexed abs. The muscles jerk and twitch under your touch, and he squirms, whining.

You've been here before, Hunter restrained and you in charge, but this is the first time he's been willing to remove another facet of control. His bandana sits wrapped like a pretty bow around his eyes. Every new touch, every new sensation, makes him flinch first and moan second. You know from experience how little vision the makeshift blindfold allows; his other senses are working overtime, oversensitive.

Flattening your hands, you smooth over his hips. You shift on the bed until your mouth hovers above his leaking cock. You exhale a warm puff of breath, then flick your tongue out, catching a drop of pre-cum where it beads at the tip.

Hunter's hips jerk and the cuffs snap taut. "K-Kriff, yes."

Letting out a breathy laugh, you repeat the action, earning another stutter of hips up toward your face, and a heady whine.

"You're being so good for me," you murmur, lips barely skimming the velvet sponge of his tip.

"A-Always," he pants, "always for you, mesh’la."

You hum. "I think you deserve a reward."

Above you, he nods his head frantically, another whine tumbling from his lips. You pause to study him for a moment, relishing in the electric feel of control in your core; his skin is dewed with a fine sheen of sweat, a flush high on his cheeks, his lips parted and so fucking pink. A gush of arousal slicks your already sopping folds.

In that moment, you decide his reward.

"Mesh’la, what--"

Confused words are cut off as you nimbly clamber up his body and cant your hips down toward his wet and waiting mouth. He moans like a kriffing holoporn star and cranes his neck to kiss your cunt, his tongue licking a stripe up your folds and circling your clit. With a sigh, you settle your knees further out and lower to properly sit on his face.

"Fuck, thank you," he mumbles into you, and then the only sounds from him are feral groans and needy whines as he suckles, licks, and worships you to orgasm, the first of many for you both tonight.

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[vibratingskull]

Yandere!Thrawn x F!reader chapter 11

Yandere AU - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Tags : Yandere behaviors (duh), gaslighting, masturbation, dub-con, fingering, forced orgasm

You grumble, turning and turning on the silky bed. 

You’re so bored! 

Thrawn is away working, you’ve played the board game to death, you’ve read almost all the holos and nothing is interesting on TV.  

There is another thing, too… 

You’re terribly frustrated.  

Sexually frustrated.  

You didn’t have any action in quite some time. Masturbating with your non-dominant hand has proven more difficult than first anticipated. It can’t satisfy you anyway, you’re too used to your vibrating toys to derive satisfying pleasure through your poor simple hand. 

You sigh between your teeth, your cast reposing on your chest, it’s stupidly heavy and gets in the way of everything… You turn again on your side, your valid hand caressing your tummy. 

Mind absently it starts grazing its way lower, tracing circles on your venus mound. You left the datapad Thrawn lent you in the living room, and you can’t get it to put on a holoporn, or something enticing… You pull on the hem of your dress and enter your panties with another sigh, tracing your slit. You're dry but hot, bothered, and annoyed. You keep drawing the line of your pussylips before entering your warm cavern, it is moist but not wet. Are you addicted to your toys? You don’t have them in hand, they are in your cabin and you can’t possibly ask Thrawn to bring them to you! You’d die of embarrassment! 

Thinking about him sends a tingle to your core.  

Thrawn…  

He truly is a handsome man, you finally admit. A whole meal to devour with that physic and that haughty face. You breathe through your nose, mentally drawing his features like you would paint a canvas… His turned up nose, his sharp cheekbones, his dignified temples, his thin, rosy-blue lips, his hypnotizing red eyes… You finger yourself painting his gorgeous face. 

The vision of his mighty body the other day imposes itself on you once again, his broad and muscular pecs, his carved abdominals, his large and long arms... How his powerful muscles contracted under the efforts. You bite your lips, if you had more self-control and didn’t ogle him like you did you would maybe not be in this state today! 

A gasp escapes you as you think of his shining gaze on you. When he looked at your naked body to bathe and apply cream he seemed detached and bored, truly uninterested but you try to imagine him with his eyes burning, calling you a “good girl” for him again… You try to recall the warmth of his hands on you when he presses your two bodies close in the cold night. 

You press your legs together, trying to add some pressure on your pussy, but nothing does it. You bite your lips, ashamed. How would he react if he learned you were trying to masturbate thinking about him??? That is not what friends do, he would be so disgusted. It would be such a stab to his thrust in you. You feel your core clenching at his frowned gaze on you, disapproving. You admit you like his authority and how he can command a room with a single glance. You push a second finger, feeling your wetness starting to spread.  

You imagine him seated at the chair of his desk looking at you up and down, inviting you to come closer with two fingers and a mute order. Would you combust under his gaze? Would you melt in a puddle before reaching him? 

You imagine him pulling you on his lap, kissing your neck and caressing your thighs and ass, groping your soft flesh, his hands slowly sneaking under the fabric of your attire. He would grab the back of your neck to force your ear to his mouth, “Good girl.” he would murmur slowly, licking the shell of your ear.  

“Thrawn…” you exhale. 

You flinch on the bed, working yourself up with your fingers, you feel pleasure building up and you're sprinting after your release, your breath is short and a new shudder strikes you as you envision Thrawn kissing you, his hand exploring you deeper. You accelerate the motion of your fingers, trying to reach your orgasm, focusing on his red rubies. 

Come one, come one, come… 

Damn!  

You exhale, frustrated. You didn’t reach it, it escaped you last second. You growl, exasperated, pulling the covers over yourself. This stupid hand is no use to you.  

“Do you want some assistance?” a voice you know so well raises in your back. 

You jump out of your skin, turning to Thrawn observing you with his hands clasped behind his back. He looks at you very seriously, slightly bowing, while you're just spurting nonsense, trying to come up with a convincing excuse as to why you were masturbating in the bed of your Grand Admiral. 

“I… I was just… There is nothing…” you trip on your words, pulling the covers to your chest, your cheek heating furiously. “I know very well what you were just doing.” He cuts you short, “I asked if you needed some assistance.”, “No!” You shout, “No, no, no, no! I need nothing, it’s okay, it’s good-”, “It is? This did not look like an earth-shattering orgasm.”He simply assesses. You flinch at his words, you’re gonna die of shame, how did you not hear him coming?!  

“I heard you calling my name,” He hisses menacingly.  

You want a hole to swallow you! Your heart is beating fast and your cheeks are burning, you feel his heavy gaze on your body, face buried in your hands.  

“Face me.” He orders. 

You shyly and slowly raise your gaze to meet his eyes and immediately turn your head away. You can’t face him. This is so humiliating! “I see how it is.” he ominously says. 

He unbuttons his jacket and gets rid of it, never stopping looking at you, squirming under his scorching hot gaze. He enters the bed and seizes your arm as you try to evade him. “Stay here.” He coldly orders “Face the consequences of your actions.”, you try to wiggle your way out but he grabs your hips and pulls you under his weight, while you consistently refuse to meet his gaze. “No…” you plead, as his fingers slide the braces of your dress off your shoulders, “Please…” 

But he doesn’t listen. He lost it when he heard his name pass your lips as you were pleasuring yourself. He remained silent, waiting to see when you would realize he entered the room and his blood froze when you called for him. 

Finally! 

He has been patient. Carefully planning each of his moves. But this is finished. He has been more than patient in fact, letting his hunger grow into a beast raging on inside him. But tonight he will quench his thirst. 

You’re still trying to push him away so he applies his whole strength, keeping your arm pushed into the mattress. “Look at me.” He hisses between his teeth. You close your eyes shut, head buried in the pillow, refusing to bless him with your eyes full of desire. He attacks your neck with kisses and love marks, nibbling your sensitive skin, making you gasp in surprise and pleasure. His second hand traces your jaw, follows the curve of your neck, grazes your bosom, and caresses your tummy through the fabric of your dress until he reaches the hem. 

You wriggle under his large body, pleading for his mercy. His gaze was terrible! You saw such darkness in his eyes you couldn't look any longer. This is not your friend, not the tender and polite man you came to know. You don’t recognize this man! He’s a stranger to you! 

His hand scoops your sex, feeling the damp fabric of your panties. He hisses in your ear disapprovingly, “It has been half-done, you are barely wet. What did you hope to achieve?”. Your valid hand grabs his arm when he pulls down your panties trying to stop him, but he has way more strength than you. “I truly have to do everything for you.” You jolt at the feeling of his warm hand on your bare sex, feeling two of his fingers spreading your pussylips open, you pull desperately on his arm, to no avail.  

His fingers quickly locate your clit and start massaging it immediately while he licks your neck with the flat of his tongue. “You are lucky I am good at this. My fingers can give you so much more pleasure than you ever could.” He whispers almost threateningly in your ear. You gasp and curl up at his hot finger trailing your slit, “Ah! Thrawn, please, don’t…”, “Keep pleading, maybe it will save you.” He bites your ear. 

What is going on???! 

Your Grand Admiral caught you masturbating on his bed and calling for him and now he is all over you, forcing you to endure his assaults. You did not consent to this, you didn’t say “yes”, so why? 

Why are you getting wetter? 

���You are a dirty girl. How dare you finger yourself in the bed of your Grand Admiral and not even invite him to join?” He berates you, brushing your slit furiously, spreading your wetness all over your pussylips. “I’m sorry Thrawn! I won’t do it again!” you plead, “You will need to do better than that if you want me to forgive you.” He bites your ear.  

You feel him pushing a finger inside you easily. Why does it feel so easy when it's him? Why does your body welcome him? You try to pull on his hand desperately, but it remains firmly in place deep in you, in response he curls his finger knuckles deep inside your pussy, caressing your g-spot. You jolt in reaction, feeling his hot body pressed against your back. 

You feel a hard mass at the lower of your back that he starts grazing against your ass. 

It is bad, it is wrong! So why do you feel so much more pleasure at his hand than yours? Why doesn't your body reject him? 

 He roughly circles your g-spot with his fingers and applies pressure, he feels you leaking on his hand, your slick dripping along his arm. “You are getting wetter.” He notes darkly “This is how you do it. Should I really be teaching you how to touch yourself properly?” He asks coldly, entering you with a second finger and scissoring you thoroughly, stretching you to your max. 

“Thrawn… Please stop… I-” You’re silenced by two of his fingers entering your mouth. “Your pussy is more honest than your mouth. It lets me toy with it as I please.” He hooks you and starts brushing your g-spot like a madman earning indignant moans and, much to your dismay, pleasured ones.  

He attacks your sensitive neck again, licking and biting like an animal, letting you hear his guttural and satisfied moans while you whine with his two fingers in your warm wet mouth. He is conflicted. A part of him chastises him for treating you like that, his darling, his goddess… And the other part argues that you wanted it, calling his name like that. That he waited long enough and this was his reward. He is also furious. How dare you call his name so casually? How dare you call for him without knowing he crossed the desert for you? How he kneeled in front of your likeness each day in the hope of catching one glance of you! How he hoped for your touch, as innocent as two hands just grazing! How can you have such fleeting fantasies about him without knowing the extent of the pain you caused him?! He is not a toy for your sick pleasure and he’s gonna teach you! 

He fingers you even more roughly with a growl as you whimper, drooling all over his fingers. “You better give me a good performance if you do not want to spend the night like that.” He threatens, completely drunk on you, your little whines are driving him up the wall and the tightness of your pussy around his fingers is making him crazy, how good it would feel with his cock inside! How right it would feel! Your cunny starts convulsing and clenching around his digits, swallowing them even deeper. He inserts a third finger in your completely drenched pussy, it welcomes it easily like it was begging for it and he starts fucking you properly. 

“Stop whining. You do not touch yourself in the bed of a man if you cannot own up to your actions.” 

You recoil and start at the ministrations of his hand, conflicting emotions raging on in your chest. How can your body be so reactive when you do not want it in the first place? Why is your pleasure building up so rapidly? Why is your body refusing to obey?! The hand that tried to pull on his arm stopped a while ago, now holding on to him for dear life, trembling before the waves of pleasure and confusion he is spreading. 

“You called my name yourself. I am simply accessing your desire, there is no need to balk like that.” He slides into your ear, nibbling its shell while his fingers play you like a fiddle. You shudder terribly as he scratches deep inside your pussy, reaching deeper spots with so much more ease than you ever could. “It is like everything else: Let me take care of it, let me help you.” He murmurs while you moan around his fingers, biting them in your confusion. You feel him hump your ass and back, taking pleasure in the frictions of your two bodies. 

You try to press your legs to deny him but just imprison his hand in place and you feel him massaging your inner walls, letting no surfaces untouched, caressing every crook and cranny of your sweet cunny sending you over the edge, fingering you like a madman. “You are creaming all over my fingers.” He darkly chuckles, “You cannot do anything by yourself, you need my help.” You snivel like a child, powerless, defenseless before this man, before his melodious voice. “Stop whimpering. You asked for this.” He castigates with a growl, “Take responsibility for your behavior.” He then licks your skin from your jaw to your temple as he rides your tight ass in his constricting pants.  

You bring him so much pleasure, whining like that, and your little ass is so firm and plump against his painful erection, so soft against his pulsing shaft that it is such a delight to rub himself against your panties with the hem of your dress pulled over.  

“Be a good girl and come for me.” He finally orders in your ear, blowing his breath on your sensitive skin. And like that, you come hard with a shudder at his command, fireworks exploding in your pussy, fire spreading in your veins. You cry, muffled by his fingers, white lights exploding behind your closed eyelids and your toes curling. You squirt on his hand and he freezes behind your back, his whole body contracting with a raspy breath. He gently kisses your neck as your pussy finishes clenching and releases his hand, your clit pulsating really hard. 

You pant, taking shallow breaths, your mouth and his fingers are soaked with drool, and you made a mess on the pillow and the sheets. You never came like that, with anyone or any toys…  

He forces your face to turn to him and he releases your mouth of his fingers only to claim it with his lips. He kisses you languorously, robbing you of your breath, his tongue invading your mouth to hug yours. You pull in the kiss while he moans, deeply satisfied. Once again you made him come gloriously. Only you can bring such higher pleasures!  As you part with him to breathe he licks your lips with a growl and starts peppering kisses on your jaw. 

“Ask me next time, it is not that difficult.” He reprimands you before kissing your cheek and rising from the bed. He needs to change his boxers and pants, your moans have such an effect on him! He takes his shower, letting you process what the fuck just happened. 

You’re half naked, soaked with juices of all sorts, trembling and shocked. Cowering, you pull the covers over yourself. 

Your mind is still in the fog when he exits the bathroom, bare-chested, water still glistening on his pecs and abs when he comes to sit next to you. He brushes a strand of air out of your face with a sly smile. You are so soiled, but you never looked so ravishing to his eyes with the proof of your shared passion literally dripping out of you. 

He won’t bathe you tonight, he will let the proofs of your love on your skin for the night. He’ll just clean your face with a wipe, but he wants to smell the raw scent of sex on you. 

Unless you ask him to bathe you... 

But something is telling him in the back of his mind it isn’t happening 

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[maulfucker]

I might not be good at writing this but i sure am having fun

[mykingdomforasong]

"don’t mind me. just enjoying the view." with skysolo? 👀

Trying to get back into the fic writing grove. bare with me. I'm going to try and do at least one of these a day for the next few days to give me a creative outlet of some kind.

[prompt list]

~*~*~

Han had been working on the Falcon's repairs when Luke had left to train his padawans that morning. Now the kids were washed and fed, relaxing with the nanny droid, but Han was still working.

Luke carried Han's dinner up to him, floating it all the way, while he carried two moogan teas in his hands.

On board, he found his partner bent over some open paneling, his shirt long discarded, his back slick with sweat. Luke set the plate down as quietly as he could manage, before leaning relaxed on the table to watch as Han worked.

Since he was a teenager, Luke had been notoriously weak for mechanics, particularly mechanics at their most filthy. When he'd come up, he expected to find his partner in some kind of state, but he felt blessed by the Force to find him in such an ... accessible position. Given Han's shouts of protest as the Falcon's wiring refused to respond, he wasn't trying seduce Luke. He didn't even seem to know Luke was there. But it was working for him anyway.

Luke kept sipping his drink, planning his next few moves to let his fantasies play out for real. No need to worry if Han was tired; as long as Han was open to the idea, Luke would do all the work. If Luke really got his way, Han wouldn't even need to get up from the ground. He could even try to keep working while Luke fucked him silly, until he was a sweaty and oil-stained as Han.

Han yelped, and Luke heard something clatter to the ground.

"Want some help?" Luke offered. Han turned around to find Luke sipping the foam of his drink, before licking what stuck off his top lip. Han smirked, noting Luke's game, and the blush on his cheeks, right away.

"No, I've got everything under control," Han said. His tone seemed casual and confident, but the subtext read please help me.

"What ever you say," Luke said, letting Han turn back to his work, and Luke went back to his staring.

"So what, you walked all the way out here just to keep me company?" Han asked after the few moments of silence.

"Yeah," Luke said, "and I'm enjoying the view."

Han wiggled his hips. If his goal was to make fun of Luke, all it did was turn him on more. Luke undid the top few buttons of his shirt, taking a long drink.

"You keep doing that, and I'm gonna jump on you," Luke promised.

"Baby, you are always welcome to," Han said.

Luke took his offer, and nearly slid across the floor to get to where Han was bent over. He wasted no time pressing his chest against Han's back, pressing kisses to the sticky skin of his shoulders, and gripping Han's hips as pressed himself to Han's ass.

"You didn't waste any time," Han said.

"Of course not," Luke said. "I'm lucky your ship is such a piece of junk. I don't need holoporn."

As Han started to respond, Luke looked over Han's shoulder, into the mechanical underbelly of this ship. To the right of where Han had been working, he spotted a wire out of place.

"The wire is frayed and disconnected," Luke said, getting off Han's back to lean past him to inspect it.

"Well." Han said. "Maybe I do need your help."

[tennessoui]

KIT KIT I'M FUCKING DYING!! THE HOPELESS ON CORUSCANT AU HAS A CHOKEHOLD ON ME!!

the sheer POTENTIAL and tension between Dear Ben and Shower not a Grower (which -- what made anakin choose this user? did he find holoporn and b like "gotta represent" when he couldn't see himself in them?? the questions i have) is insane !! Obi-Wan finding each letter more and more absurd but even more endearing, and Anakin receiving unconditional support no matter how fucking crazy his thoughts are. his personality starts to gentle, he's less tense, obi-wan at the temple is like "is anakin getting laid? with WHOM? just gotta know, cuz, u know, master looking out for former padawan haha what's their name again?"

anakin mentioning palpatine like: "this old man who took an interest in me when i was a young boy brought me to a bunch of bars when i was growing up and idk how to tell him now that i don't like drinking brandy now that i can legally drink it. any advice? he also always calls me over and gives me instruction on how i should 'feel myself' more but it's really hard even though he says it shouldn't be -- any thoughts on how to make it easier? :("

and obi-wan is like, feeling it for Hopeless On Coruscant and also protective over this obviously innocent and inexperienced boy who needsafirmhandCOUGH needs advice, is all, equally horrified and disturbed, "Whomst?"

sorry kit you've just literally made me insane it's consumed me. also hope ur doing well and that thursday didn't suck too much!!

anakin, who has had a rough day at work and at life, sitting down to just stream of consciousness his thoughts into a dear ben letter that ends up being like 20 pages and mostly unpublishable because he has been having explicit thoughts about his gorgeous teacher mommy daddy brother best friend: haha actually ben, i guess this time i'm not asking you for advice or anything. you just feel like someone i can talk to.

obi-wan, tearing up as he reads the letter two cabins down from anakin: dear hopeless on coruscant, you can always talk to me. i will always be here to listen.

obi-wan, rereading anakin's letter: but also i have made a list of 37 pieces of advice i would like to give you in order of severity and swiftness in which you need to implement this advice. xoxo, ben

[bunnywan]

kinktober... obi-wan as a holoporn actor/doing porn on the side

hes such a whore

[1-have-no-idea]

Religious guilt

THIS FIC IS HIGHLY RELIGIOUS, SO PROCEED WITH CAUTION!!

Author's note: This fic is not meant to bash anyone or try to influence them to like a certain religion, I wrote this purely because I just thought it matched Tup’s character for the college au, but this is not meant to bash or pressure anyone’s religion or lack of. So, do proceed with caution if this offends you or makes you uncomfortable.

Character(s): Tup and reader, brief interactions with Dogma (Tube-twins Dogma and Tup)

Genre: Slight angst, comfort

Overview: Tup and his twin had always been religious. Growing up as Catholics makes you a little high-stringed, but when Tup makes a mistake, he fears God’s wrath, along with the disappointment of his brother. No amount of prayer and confessing inside a box can take the burden off his shoulders. Luckily, he bumps into a fellow religious person who seems to be struggling in their own faith as well.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual thoughts, religion, sacrilegious behavior, blasphemy, unwanted physical affection (he says no but still longs for it anyways,) sexual harassment, mentions of suggestive behavior, mentions of pornography, both Dogma and Tup are extremely religious, corrupt church kinda, this is just a fic about religious guilt, reader is implied to be slightly religious or at least educated and in touch with that area (wears a cross and thought of as Christian), Tup just wants to please Dogma, corruption (?)

1422 words

First meet with Tup!

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Oh no.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no.

It wouldn’t come off. No matter how much Tup scrubbed at it, how much he prayed to god to miraculously take it away, the dark bruise placed on the side of his throat was still there.

“Please, Father in Heaven, I beg of you, please, please, please take it away, I beg for your forgiveness, I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean to-“ his voice broke in the end, tears starting to prick his eyes.

How could he mess up so bad? He thought he was stronger than that. He thought that- that he couldn’t mess up- that his faith was strong enough that he wouldn’t have any temptations. What would god think?

What… what would Dogma think?

The thought of upsetting his twin was horrifying. Tup loved his brother- he didn’t want to upset him-!

‘You must stay pure, Tup. Just as the Virgin Mary is.’

‘Do not let the temptations of the world taint you. You mustn’t even look at a woman lustfully, do not let them tempt you.’

Tup knew that, he knew that-! And he thought he’d have no trouble following that order.

He was wrong.

He slumped against the bathroom door, holding his head in his hands as he crumpled to the floor. The events just before still so fresh in his mind. Tup should’ve never gone to that party, should’ve never listened to his friends advice.

It all started with his friends wanting him to go to a party. Tup was skeptical. He knew that parties were just another form of temptation, but when his friends had reassured him they just wanted him there as the sober friend, he relented. But, of course, the Devil just had to spite him right then, huh. As the party went on, his friends pulled out their datapad, joking with each other before pulling up a site. They beckoned Tup over, who watched curiously. The site was obviously an adult one, as stated on their page, but the contents in it made Tup’s jaw drop.

‘Oh my god- it’s just holoporn, Tup! You’re such a virgin-!’

They had teased relentlessly, while Tup watched with flushed cheeks and wide eyes and a dropped mouth, a weird feeling stirring in his gut.

Guilt, maybe?

Disgust?

Shame?

Lust.

Desire.

Longing.

And as soon as he came to that realization, he pushed himself away from the counter, going somewhere else to clear his mind. He found a couch and sat there, reciting Bible verses while holding onto that cross around his neck, praying for forgiveness, before a woman, a rather attractive one at that, sat beside him. She was beautiful. In a rather revealing dress, a sultry smile and bedroom eyes, She had charmed him. Tup tried to reject kindly at first, but she was cunning.

‘Just a kiss, baby, that’s all I want.’

‘Just… just a kiss-?’

He should’ve known that would evolve into more. Before he knew it, he was under her, her lips on his passionately. Then she pulled away, with a sharp smirk, and Tup gasped.

‘Oh- oh, God-‘

‘There’s no god, baby. Just me. Just me and you. I am your god.’

How blasphemous is that? And the rotten cherry on top of that horrible and miserable cake? She grabbed onto his cross, before yanking him up by it, like he was on a leash, before slamming her lips against his.

And Tup said ‘no’, but he never said ‘stop.’

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“Father, I… I have sinned.” “Have you, now? Confess, child.”

Tup slumped against the wall of the confessional box, clutching his rosary tightly. “I… I- I’ve been having thoughts, Father. Sinful thoughts.” The priest went quiet at his words, before humming. “Have you acted on them, my child?” Tup squeezed his eyes shut in shame, lips trembling, before taking a shaky inhale and then speaking up again. “Yes.” He squeaked out quietly, voice tinged with guilt. He could hear the sigh of disappointment on the other side of the box. “Are you still a virgin, child?” “Yes, Father. I still remain a virgin, I’m just… I am no longer untouched.” The priest said nothing more, just telling him that to make up for his sins, he’d have to do fifteen hail-mary’s and never look at another woman lustfully again. Tup walked out the tainted-window church still feeling that same burden that rested heavily on his shoulders.

The next couple of days were the same, and he was rather tense around his brother, worrying his twin. Dogma noticed the unusual behavior of his brother, and one day, he just had enough. “Brother, I’ve had enough of you ignoring me. What’s botherin’ you?” He asked, brows furrowing as he looked at Tup. Tup tensed, before shaking his head. “There’s- there’s nothin’ wrong, vod. I’m- I’m fine-“ he lied, and Dogma clicked his tongue. “I have half a mind to send you to the church, Tup, what’s wrong-“ “No-!” Tup immediately cut off, before going wide eyed. He just said no to church.

Dogma paused, eyes widening, but before he could say anything, Tup rushed out the dorm, scrambling down the halls, before moving to the cafeteria, and crashing into a random cafe. The bell rang, and Tup collapsed on the couches, breathing heavily, running a hand through his curls.

“You okay?” Tup froze when his eyes flickered up to a small barista standing above him, looking down at him in concern. He sighed deeply, and shook his head, feeling more vulnerable than ever. You perked up, before glancing away, and then sat down on the booth opposite to him. “Well, we are closed right now, but… do you wanna talk about it?” You offered, looking at him with worry. He pressed his lips together, glancing down at your name tag, then the cross around your neck.

You were like him.

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Okay, maybe not.

You were… Christian, he thought. Well, you were something, you obviously were somewhat religious. Not Catholic, but that was okay. You both seemed to be having troubles in your faith, and Tup was honestly just desperate for

“Name, how is that you don’t feel bad for any of the sins that you have committed?” You looked at him with a raised brow. “Who’s saying I don’t feel bad?” You asked, sipping your tea, Tup tapping his cup nervously. “I do feel bad. I just, well, don’t let it weigh me down, y’know?” You asked. Tup shrugged, and you sighed. “I know that no matter how much I sin, God always forgives me for my sins if I ask him for it.” Tup let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I wish it were that easy for us. We have to earn God’s forgiveness. We have to be perfect.” Both of them went quiet at that, your eyes saddening at his statement. But then he took a shaky inhale, eyes slightly watering up. Hand moving to scrub at his face as he shook his head.

“I don’t want to be perfect.” He whispered.

You slid your cup away from yourself, sliding out of your booth to then sit in the one he was sitting in. “You don’t have to be. No one’s perfect.” You comforted gently, before hesitantly opening your arms for him. Tup looked at you, brows furrowed, before a quiet sob left him and he leaned himself in your arms. You immediately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, petting him soothingly. “I’m- I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying, I just-“ he inhaled shakily, eyes squeezing shut. You hushed him, and rested your cheek on his head. “It’s okay. You can cry. You can cry.” You murmured, coaxing the tears out of him as he cried softly in your arms.

Then, he pulled away, sniffling as he wiped his eyes, before giving you a small, wobbly smile. “Thank you,” he choked out. You nodded, smiling back. “Of course.” But then his smile faltered, and he almost looked… lost. “But I… I don’t know what to do. What am I supposed to do?” He asked. You thought about it for a few moments, before placing a comforting hand on his knee. “Come to church with me?” You offered. Tup looked at her in confusion, before you continued. “We can go together. You don’t have to come, but, I’d really like it if you did-“

“Please take me to church with you.”

And that’s all he had to say. One religion in exchange for another. He just hoped that maybe his brother would approve.

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[neon-junkie]

Private Affairs

Summary: Tasked with finding the General and the Captain, Dogma stumbles right into the midst of a private affair. To make things even worse, he rather enjoys the view… that is, until he's caught.

Word count: 4k

Tags: Established relationship, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Confrontation, Handjobs, Smut, Praise, Military ranks, Cuckolding, Virginity, First time, Dom/sub.

Pairing: Dogma x f!Reader x Rex

Curiosity killed the lothcat, but satisfaction brought it back - or so, that’s how the phrase goes. And as satisfying as this sight may be, he knows that curiosity will be the death of him.

He shouldn’t be watching. He should not be watching, let alone enjoying the view, palming his hard cock over his under armour, his codpiece abandoned long ago. It’s not like he can help it, seeing as the poor man is a virgin through and through. It’s been drilled into his mind by the Kaminoan’s that sexual activity is strictly forbidden, but if his General and Captain can go at it, then it doesn’t hurt to watch, right?

The he in question is Dogma - a straight edge, punctual, and obedient Trooper.

Poor little Dogma was given the order to find the General and Captain, and inform them about the next stage in their current mission. They weren’t in any of the tents, nor in the surrounding area. The gunships were clear, leaving the Captain’s ship as the only remaining option.

The door was open, a clear sign that somebody was aboard, only Dogma wasn’t expecting to find them tucked away in the cockpit, kriffing like their lives depended on it. Better yet, Dogma wasn’t expecting the cockpit’s door to be wide open, welcoming just about anybody to catch them in the act!

Maybe this was some weird fetish that Dogma had been unintentionally roped into, or maybe they were too horny to shut the damn door!

Still, Dogma was the poor soul who had found you and your Captain going at it. He should have turned, ran, and never spoke a word; instead, Dogma caught himself mindlessly gorming at the action, like a Cadet discovering holoporn for the first time.

Not that Dogma has ever watched holoporn…

Dogma refuses to dabble in anything sexual. He will, on an extremely rare occasion, have a drink or two, but always manages to resist the urge to get drunk! He doesn’t smoke, nor do drugs, and only swears during life or death circumstances. All in all, he’s a total virgin, which would explain why his eyes are prying to a whole new level.

And when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, he felt himself hardening, causing his codpiece to bulge uncomfortably. It took him a lot of convincing to remove the armour, seeing as it was causing him discomfort, just like it took even more convincing to let him finally touch himself.

“Just do it to help the pain… or until it goes down… or until they stop… or-” Dogma told himself, biting down hard on his lower lip to prevent himself from letting out a moan. How wonderful it felt, jerking off to the sight of his General being kriffed, all by Captain Rex, of course.

Everybody had a hunch that something was going on between those two, but nobody had ever caught them! How funny it is that Dogma is the one to discover the truth, and kriff, the truth is that they have some really intimate sex. Rex has you pushed face-down over the cockpit’s dashboard, taking you from behind. Your legs are spread, arms behind your back, with Rex’s hand firmly holding them in place. The ‘slap slap slap!’ sound of skin against skin is echoing around the ship - a warning for those with prying eyes, although that hasn’t stopped Dogma.

Throughout moans and groans, you’re mumbling away. “G-gotta hurry up, Rex. Someone’s going to come looking for us soon,” you pant, and you’re met with a shrug.

Dogma feels himself tense up at your comment - are you aware that he’s there, watching you two? Does the force work like that? Or is Dogma awful at being stealthy?

Still, if you two are aware of Dogma’s presence, it hasn’t changed anything. You’re still kriffing away, eager to let out some frustrations, and relieve yourselves before regaining your focus on the mission at hand. The last thing that the squad needs is a sexually frustrated General and Captain!

By now, your ass and the back of your thighs have turned red from Rex’s armour pounding against you. The sight only causes Dogma to stir even more, biting his knuckles as he feels himself getting closer. Sure, he’s touched himself here and there, but refuses to make a habit out of it. Plus, it’s difficult to get the time and privacy when you’re a soldier, but the others seem to make do.

Better yet, you and Rex seem to manage it. How did this all start? How long has this been going on for? Dogma would never dream of approaching his General with sexual intentions, unless you came onto Rex?

And if you came onto somebody else, how would that go? Dogma finds himself picturing what things would be like if you propositioned him instead - uneducated, timid, and total virgin. He wouldn’t even know where to start, let alone how to touch you. Although, Dogma knows you’re the type who would be eager to teach him. Could he ever kriff you like that? Pounding you deep and hard, making you cum untouched like Rex is right now?

With that, Rex lets out a long and deep groan, slamming his cock deep and spilling inside of you. Dogma firmly grasps the base of his cock to prevent himself from climaxing when Rex pulls out of you, revealing your used cunt, dripping with his load. How he longs to be in that position, filling his General up like it’s nobody’s business!

Now, the issues really begin to arise. You and Rex have finished your business, and now that you’re distracted cleaning each other up, Dogma has the perfect opportunity to sneak away. He needs to get his ass out of there now!

Pulling his under armour up and into place, Dogma begins searching for his codpiece. He could have sworn that he left it between his feet, yet it’s nowhere to be seen! It doesn’t help that the ship is dark, and somewhat cluttered with your personal belongings, but it was right there, wasn’t it?

Rummaging around, Dogma walks straight into his worst nightmare. He bends down to retrieve what he thought was his codpiece, but after realising that nope, that’s not it, he bangs his head on an overhead pipe.

DONG!

The sound is loud enough to be heard throughout the campsite, so undoubtedly, you and Rex overheard it! “Who’s there?” you question as you whip around, no longer sharing a few final kisses with Rex before exiting the ship to face your Troops. Instead, you’re darting across the cockpit to push a few buttons, lighting the ship’s hull within an instant.

And you’re met with an unbelievable sight…

One hand rubbing his bruising forehead, Dogma makes eye contact with you. The fear is apparent, given that all the colour has drained from his face, and he looks just about ready to collapse.

Rex speaks up before you can, simply questioning, “Dogma?”

No reply. He’s getting sweatier by the minute, so sweaty that his face tattoo might just melt away!

“Dogma?” you repeat his name. Before you can even finish your next sentence, Dogma begins begging for forgiveness. “What were you doin-”

“-I’m sorry!” He practically yells. “I didn’t mean to! I was sent to look for you two, and I just… it happened, alright?!”

Tears are threatening to spill from Dogma’s waterline. To him, this is the end of it all. No doubt, he’ll be blackmailed into keeping his mouth shut (not that it would open anyway,) then sent off for decommissioning.

“-Dogma, it’s alright!” you cut his apology short. “We’re not mad, okay?”

“I don’t believe you,” Dogma replies, firmly shaking his head.

“She means it,” Rex chimes in. “We’re not mad. Nothing is going to happen to you, understood, Trooper?”

Still as white as a ghost, Dogma sheepishly nods his head, begrudgingly accepting both of your reassurance. You might not decommission him, but you will certainly punish him, seeing as he was getting off to your little shenanigans.

Bridging the gap, you approach him. Dogma refuses to make eye contact, keeping his head down and arms at his side. He’s more than embarrassed - he feels like his soul has left his body, and you’re certainly not going to help him retrieve it. Or so, he thinks.

You look back at Rex, who remains in the cockpit, before turning back to Dogma. A hand comes up to gently cup his chin, forcing him to look forward, although his eyes remain down, refusing to look at you.

“Look at me, Dogma,” you order. It takes him a few seconds, followed by a large gulp of air, before Dogma can finally meet your gaze. His stomach is churning away, threatening to throw up his ration bars, all whilst his body begins shaking from pure fear.

“What were you doing?” you ask.

Dogma yanks his chin from your grasp, returning his gaze to the floor, yet he doesn’t run away. His body is failing him, glueing his feet to the floor, unable to escape this madness.

“Dogma,” you say his name, but with sternness. The Trooper in question ignores you, his fingertips fidgeting with each other as his nerves control his every movement.

After letting out a deep sigh, you fall back onto a method that you hate doing. Dogma is a soldier, and seeing as you’re his General, he has to follow your every order.

“Stand at attention,” you order. Automatically, Dogma snaps upright, his arms falling to his sides as his eyes look forwards, straight past you. It’s not eye contact, but it’s better than the whimpering state he was in before.

“To repeat myself, Trooper, you are not in trouble. No harm is going to come your way, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t be questioned. Understood?”

“Understood, General,” Dogma agrees with a firm nod. There’s still fear deep within his eyes, although you notice that his breathing is beginning to relax. It’s not much, but it’s progress.

“And Captain,” Rex chimes in. He’s moved from the cockpit, taking his place beside you and Dogma. Rex is essentially in the background, but his presence is known.

“And Captain,” Dogma corrects himself.

Rex lets out a soft, “good,” before letting you continue.

After sending Rex a scolding look, you silently browse Dogma’s form before speaking up again. “I want to know what you were doing, Trooper. Don’t skip out on any details.”

Dogma gulps. He lets out an uneasy breath, and with much difficulty, begins his confession. “Like I said before, the other Troopers ordered me to go and find you both so that we could go over the next stages of the mission. When I boarded your ship, I was completely unaware of what I’d find. The cockpit door was wide open, and I… stumbled upon you two…”

“That would be my fault,” Rex chuckles. “I got a little carried away, forgot to secure the area before diving right in.”

“You have such a way with words,” you sigh, earning another chuckle from Rex. “Do continue, Trooper.”

Dogma pauses once more, only this time, he makes eye contact. There’s a silent plea deep within his gaze, but you don’t let up. After a few seconds of silence, and accepting his fate, Dogma continues.

“I… you two… It was so… out there in the open, and I couldn’t help but watch. I know I shouldn’t have! But… I don’t know what came over me, I was so engulfed in it…”

This time, you’re the silent one. You raise a brow, questioning Dogma’s words. You’re well aware how straight edge he is, sometimes being called uptight by the other Troopers. But to become that engulfed in seeing people have sex? Has this man ever seen it before?

Well, what if he hasn’t? There must be a reason why the other Troopers tease him, calling him a virgin, and every other innocent name under the sun. Maker, has Dogma even seen boobs before?!

“Are you…” your words fall flat, and you put thought into how to word this. “Dogma, I know you don’t… do that stuff, but you have seen people having sex before, right? Holoporn, or something like that?”

Dogma’s colour begins to fade again, and suddenly, you understand why Dogma became so engrossed. “I don’t… uh, Kamino doesn’t have access to such things. We’re discouraged when it comes to… intimacy. I know the other Troopers tend to watch it, but I…”

“Interesting,” you sigh. Crossing your arms across your chest, you playfully bounce on your heels before straightening your figure. All this prying is rather fascinating, and dare you admit it, but it’s giving you… ideas.

“Tell me,” you speak up again. “What were you doing whilst you were watching your superiors having sex?”

“Superiors,” Rex repeats the word under his breath. “You don’t need to be that mean to him.”

“A little reminder doesn’t hurt,” you shrug, enjoying the sight of Dogma squirming from embarrassment.

Dogma’s lips remain sealed, but after giving him a look, they finally open. “Please don’t make me talk about it,” he begs, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.

“We need those details, Trooper,” you smirk. Rex remains silent, but he’s well aware how much you’re enjoying this.

A pained groan slips from Dogma’s lips, followed by a frustrated huff. “If you must know…” his words trail into a sigh, and Dogma scrunches his eyes shut before continuing. “I was touching myself! I know I shouldn’t have, but everything was so… much, and I couldn’t watch and do nothing about it!” To your surprise, Rex speaks up before you can. “You could have turned around, and walked away. Not only did you stay and watch, but you also pleasured yourself to it.”

“I know I should have walked away! But like I said, I’ve never seen that before… and… and-”

“That’s enough,” you end his sputtering with a gentle wave of your hand. Dogma watches as you turn to Rex, and silently make your intentions clear. His eyes flicker between you two, somehow talking without using words. The conversation ends with Rex shrugging before giving you a small nod, agreeing to something.

You return your focus to Dogma, who doesn’t hide his panicked expression. His demeanour worsens as you take a step forward, bridging the already small gap between your bodies. You’re mere inches from him, close enough to feel his short and uneasy breaths on your cheeks, them only worsening as more time passes.

For once, Dogma doesn’t look away from your gaze. He allows your eyes to meet his, seeing through every layer of fear that possesses his body. When you finally speak, Dogma is just about ready to pass out, but adrenalin keeps him going.

“Did you enjoy watching your superiors have sex?”

Dogma remains silent, but you don’t need verbal confirmation to know the answer. “I mean, you were getting off to us,” you coo.

To everybody’s surprise, your hand moves forward, and a palm is introduced to Dogma’s crotch. He gasps, his head falling down to look at the sight - you’re palming his soft cock through his under armour, all whilst you’re teasing him in a rather alluring tone.

“I know you enjoyed it, Dogma. That much is clear,” you continue, causing Dogma to look at you once more. “But I can tell that you didn’t get to finish, you poor thing,” you say with a soft click of your tongue.

“General?” Dogma pants, questioning what the kriff is going on. A minute ago, his knees were ready to collapse, falling to his pit of doom. And now, you’re causing his cock to harden, twitching away under the thin layer of clothing.

“Don’t interrupt her, Trooper,” Rex chimes in. Kriff! Dogma had totally forgotten Rex was there. His hands are clasped behind his back, chest puffed out, with a stern expression on his face. Is Dogma really going to stand here and allow his General to toy with him whilst his Captain watches? Is this what they silently agreed to moments ago?

“Eyes on me,” you order, your free hand coming up to draw his face back to yours. “Rex is there to ensure you stay in line. You are one of his men, after all.”

For some reason, Dogma catches himself nodding in agreement. He’s enjoying this, far more than he’s willing to admit, but his fully erect cock is telling you all that you need to know.

“How about you show me what you were playing with, hm?” you suggest, giving Dogma the opportunity to back out, if he wants to.

Instead, Dogma slowly frees his cock, letting it spring from its confinement. He lets out an embarrassing whimper when you wrap your hand around it, one hand lunging forward to grasp your arm, almost as if he’s scared about what’s in store for him.

“At ease, Trooper,” you order. Dogma can’t help but follow it, parting his legs whilst his hands clasp together behind his back. His back straightens for all of three seconds, slumping over as soon as you begin slowly jerking him.

“You’re so good at following orders,” you praise. Such a compliment never fails to drive Dogma crazy, and your words flow straight down to his cock. “But I still want to know what you were thinking about whilst you were watching your Captain kriff me…”

Licking his lips, Dogma mustered up the courage to speak. “I was thinking about… being in his position…”

“Don’t forget Rex’s ranking, Trooper,” you correct him.

“Sorry. About being in the Captain’s position, General,” Dogma corrects his mistake, earning a pleasing movement from your hand. Once more, he whines; there’s no point in holding back, not now that he’s in this position.

“Finding yourself in that position would be… almost unattainable, but not completely impossible. Rex is the one who you need to ask, not me.”

Dogma sends a pathetic pleading expression Rex’s way, but he’s met with a stern look. “I’ll think about it,” Rex responds. “As for now, your primary objective is making the General happy.”

“Yes, Captain,” Dogma agrees with an eager nod. His breaths are becoming heavier the more you play with him, and you question how long he was going at it before you caught him. The poor man could have been edging himself the entire time, and whilst you and Rex were only having a quickie, that’s far too long for an inexperienced man.

“If Rex doesn’t agree, I’m sure I can convince him to let you watch,” you tease the idea, dangling it in front of his face like a forbidden fruit. “I know you’d enjoy that, seeing as you’ve already done it.”

“I wouldn’t mind having him watch,” Rex says with a shrug. “But I won’t be gentle with you,” he directs his words to you, filling your mind with the idea. How wonderful it would be to have your Captain pounding the life out of you, all whilst innocent Dogma watches, cock in hand, so desperate to get his fill. He’ll take whatever he can get, and right now, that consists of you jerking him off in the hull of your ship.

“I know you’re already excited about that idea,” you tease.

“I am,” Dogma eagerly nods, and swiftly adds, “General,” before he can be called out on his lack of respect.

You smile, and whilst maintaining eye contact, you send a trail of spit down onto Dogma’s cock. It hits the tip spot-on, slicking up the rest of his shaft as you continue pumping him. Dogma’s knees threaten to buckle yet again, but he somehow manages to maintain his composure, hands still clasped behind his back.

With a hungry gaze, Dogma watches you jerk him off, his wet cock shining in the hull’s lighting. He’s never seen himself like this before - desperate, pathetic, willing to do anything for release. Dare he admit it, but he loves it. Maybe this is what he’s needed all along - a gentle hand to guide him. If only the other Troopers could see him now… Dogma may be a virgin, but who’s the one being jerked off by the General?

“G-general?” Dogma sputters, failing to meet your gaze. It’s disrespectful, but given the state that he’s in, you decide to go easy on it.

“Speak,” you grant him.

“Please… if it isn’t any hassle… please may I…”

“You may,” you agree with a nod. Dogma just about explodes the second that he’s given permission, spilling all over your hand, a few rogue drops meeting the floor below.

Falling out of line, Dogma finds himself resting against you. His forehead meets your shoulder, although he manages to keep his hand behind his back. He’s trying to be a good soldier - your good soldier, but any Trooper would fail to stay at ease when being milked by their General, even Rex!

Rather than scolding him, you help him through it. “It’s alright. You did so good for me, Dogma. What a good soldier,” you coo, allowing him one final round of satisfaction.

When all the wind has been knocked from Dogma’s lungs, he straightens his back - or attempts to, seeing as he’s struggling to keep it together during his post orgasm haze. Your hand moves away from him, and using the force, you summon a towel to clean yourselves up with. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” you ask whilst drying Dogma’s length.

“Very fun, General,” Dogma agrees with a nod. Even Rex chimes in. “You did a good job at maintaining your composure, for a first timer,” he jabs.

“Appreciate it, Captain,” Dogma responds.

Once dry, he tucks himself away. “We’re serious about that offer, just so you know,” you inform him whilst retrieving his long-lost codpiece.

“Y-you are?” Dogma stutters, and struggles to fix the missing armour into place, soon requiring your assistance.

“Yes,” you confirm. Once more, Dogma looks as if he’s about to pass out. Not only did he manage to worm his way out of decommissioning, but he was rewarded for his curiosity too! Dogma can’t help but question if you knew about his prying eyes all along, giving you the opportunity to bring him into the mix.

“But I haven’t decided on anything else, yet,” Rex butts in, putting Dogma back down into his place. Dogma keeps his gaze on you, dreading the expression that Rex possibly holds.

“Still, you can watch the action. And remember, Rex is a Captain; his performance is far higher than any regular Trooper. Don’t let it get to you.”

After a wink, you leave Dogma to it. Rex follows suit, retrieving his helmet from a nearby crate, and holds it snug under his arm. To anybody outside, you’re two superiors casually exiting a ship, ready to rally the men and discuss your next series of attacks.

Before your feet meet the earth, you turn back to poor Dogma. “Come and join us once you’re ready,” you order, leaving him to stand there and process what’s just happened.

No longer in his superior’s line of sight, Dogma takes a seat on a nearby crate, narrowly avoiding that same pipe from earlier that he banged his head on. A series of heavy sighs flow from his lips, and his mind spins in a whirlwind of confusion.

What the kriff just happened?

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Hi. I'm reading your work and you're great. I saw that your requests are open, and I got an idea with Crosshair. It's a little different, so feel free to reject it or to try to get something out of it? So, I don't know if you've watched House of the Dragon, but there's a scene where Prince Daemon takes Princess Rhaenyra to a pleasures house. So I thought of Crosshair x shy F! mechanic reader (who helped the boys make the necessary modifications to the Marauder to behave them) where they meet at 79s one night and Cross overhears the reader's friends talk about her non-existent sex life, asking why she hasn't slept with any clones yet, saying that she has to watch some videos on holoporn to learn, etc. After a while, Crosshair sneakily "kidnaps" her and takes her to the underworld of Coruscant, to a pleasures house, ('cause we know he'd be brazen enough to do it 😅) telling her that she doesn't have to listen to her stupid friends, that she needs to see the real thing not the lies of holoporn. So one thing leads to another. 🔥

Hello Anon! I gave this a lot of thought and am not sure where I would take this as it's a bit out of my wheelhouse. Almost immediately I felt like I'd take it in a very different direction which defeats the point of what you asked for.

Thanks for requesting, though! Maybe I can write something for you in the future.

[ao3feed-obikin]

nobody does it like you do

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48908341 by wesnenski Anakin's eyes drag from the white toes of Obi-Wan’s boots up to his shins, his thighs, his armored stomach and chest. He lingers on the dizzying swell of his biceps, the broad curves of his pauldrons, and—fuck, the high neck of the blacks he wears beneath it all, dark around his pale freckled throat. By the time he finally reaches Obi-Wan’s face, it’s a miracle he hasn’t passed out from the sheer force of his desire. “Master,” he says, and his voice comes out slightly hoarse. --------------------------------------- Or, Obi-Wan wears full clone armor for Reasons and Anakin is very into it. Words: 3721, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Mace Windu Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Naked Pretty Boy Gets Railed By Armored Commanding Officer, that's the title of the holoporn, Light Choking, Dom/sub Undertones read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48908341