#saradikakinktober2021

[saradika]

I am going to give Kinktober a shot this year! 🎃 Prompts will be (mostly) between 500 - 2k words, and will be Rated E/18+. I’ll have a post queue’d for each day at 8pm, starting on 10/01! 💕

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Prompts are based on this post by @the-purity-pen. These will be pure smut, with minimal plot! I made a separate taglist (above) just for this event, since posts will be daily.

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These will be updated with links as the prompts are finished!

Day 1 - Creampie || Demon!Boba Fett x F!Reader

Day 2 - Threesome || Kanan x Hera x F!Reader

Day 3 - Ass Worship || Cody x F!Reader

Day 4 - Spanking || Din Djarin x F!Reader

Day 5 - Sixty-nine || Wrecker x F!Reader

Day 6 - Hair-pulling || Thorn x F!Reader

Day 7 - Roleplay || Thrawn x F!Reader

Day 8 - Size Difference || Werewolf!Paz x F!Reader

Day 9 - Lingerie || Fox x F!Reader

Day 10 - Praise Kink || Kit Fisto x F!Reader

Day 11 - Mirror Sex || Plo Koon x F!Reader

Day 12 - Begging || Maul x F!Reader

Day 13 - Edging/Orgasm Denial || Sith!Obi-Wan x F!Reader

Day 14 - Bath/Shower || Rex x F!Reader

Day 15 - Masturbation || Eli Vanto x F!Reader

Day 16 - Accidental Stimulation || Cad Bane x F!Reader

Day 17 - Pegging || Tech x F!Reader

Day 18 - Cock Worship || Post66/Rebels!Rex x F!Reader

Day 19 - Sleepy Sex || Mand'alor!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Day 20 - Sex Toys || Fives x F!Reader

Day 21 - Dirty Talk || Cobb Vanth x F!Reader

Day 22 - Thigh Riding || Wolffe x F!Reader

Day 23 - Cock Warming || Qui-Gon x F!Reader

Day 24 - Vanilla/Slow & Soft || Savage Opress x F!Reader

Day 25 - Breath Play || Darth Vader x F!Reader

Day 26 - Cock ring/Strap || Fennec Shand x F!Reader

Day 27 - Corruption/Training || Boba x F!Reader x Din

Day 28 - Almost Getting Caught || Jesse x F!Reader

Day 29 - Uniforms || ARC Trooper!Echo x F!Reader

Day 30 - Against a Wall || Jango Fett x F!Reader

Day 31 - Wild Card (Biting) || Vampire!Din Djarin x Reader

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Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy! 🎃💕

[freakrenaissance]

Werewolf paz being his big beefy self 😍 this was so hot, but still dreamy & romantic... loved this!

KINKTOBER 2021 || Day 8 - Size Difference

Werewolf!Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.8k words

Tags: body horror (brief description of transformation), size kink, PiV, fluff, outdoor sex

A/N - this is for May’s Birthday Bash/AU event! Thank you @maybege for hosting such a great event, this is such a fun idea! 💖✨

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The sound makes the hairs on the back of your neck and your arms stand up, no matter how many times you’ve heard it. A long, agonized howl, a call to the moon and the stars and the Maker themself, if they could hear him.

A sound you know, a sound you’ve come to know so well, coming with every lunar cycle in the forest.

You wait, knowing it’s not safe just yet, that he needs more time - but when the call comes again, you can’t take it. He needs you, you tell yourself, grabbing the heavy cloak beside the door, slipping it over your thin nightdress. Strapping the small bag and waterskin over it, stepping out into the forest.

It’s not quite dawn, the grass cold and dewy beneath your bare feet, the trees empty of chirping birds or the rustle of wildlife.

The thick, forested path clears and you see him in the meadow, a heavy blanket of thick gray-white fur, his form crumpled upon the flattened foliage.

You’re too early. Or maybe, you’re just on time.

And then, you hear it.

His body convulses and you cringe, aching to look away, to cover your ears from the wet crack of sinew and bone, breaking apart to knit together new.

You made yourself a promise that you can’t be, won’t be scared of him, no matter who or what he is - so you watch, the way his snout shortens into a nose, the way his mouth opens in a scream that shoots straight to your heart. The way his limbs rearrange, the hairs shortening and disappearing until just flesh remains.

Paz collapses against the grass, bare under the rising sun, and your feet pound against the packed earth as you rush to meet him, falling to your knees by his side.

His brow is beaded with sweat, breath coming in heavy gulps as he smiles up at you, lifting a hand to trace along your jawline, as your hands shake, skating down his form. You unclasp the cloak from your throat, spreading it down on the grass for him to lay on.

“‘M fine, cyare.” Paz rumbles, his hand covering yours, pushing himself up on an elbow to take the water you offer him, half-draining the skin with a long gulp, “Ner me'suum'ika is here. What harm could come to me now?”

His moon.

You had asked him once, why he calls you that. Why he would he want to be reminded of something that causes him so much pain?

But his smile was kind as he held you, your head resting on his chest, feeling the words rumbling as he said them.

“The only one that caused me pain was the man who cursed me. The moon takes me away, cyar’ika - but you’re the moon that brings me back. Stars, you’re always there for me, I don’t know how I survived bef-”

He hadn’t gotten the words out before you were kissing him, your throat tight at the unexpected confession.

Paz brings you back to the present, the slow drag of his palm skating up your thigh, the thin nightdress doing nothing to disguise the warmth of his hand, an arm wrapping around you to press your body close to his as he turns on his side.

“You need to rest,” you protest, pressing your hand against his bare chest, trying to push him prone on the cloak.

His hand catches yours easily, tugging it up to his mouth so he can kiss the back of your hand, moving to each knuckle, each finger chilled when his hot lips leave them. His teeth nip at your fingertips, and he grins, “Oh, I need something, cyar’ika. But it’s not rest.”

You know what he needs, it’s pressing thick and heavy against the soft curve of your thigh, and you’d be lying if you didn’t need him too in the same way. But still, this had been a tough cycle for him, he needed rest and food, and when you voice your concerns, he smiles.

“You were brought to me to be devoured. It seems I have everything I need.”

His teasing words hit a wound that’s still tender at the edges - a bone-deep bruise that has yellowed, but not fully healed. The betrayal too recent, when you were offered to the guardian of the forest - how they’d never know how their plan had backfired.

Your glare is sharp as he pulls you down with him, his mouth coming to cover yours, hot and sweet until you’re melting against him, your body curving against his and your irritation forgotten.

Your hands start to roam, mapping out strong muscles and brawn under his thick waist and thighs. Fingers brushing through the hair on his chest, nails dragging down scarred skin, following the trail until your fingers are wrapping around his length and he’s groaning into your mouth.

His cock is thick and long, your fingers struggling to meet as you stroke him, your tongue in his mouth mimicking your movements. And you want him to feel you, what he’s doing to you already, so you’re pushing on his shoulders, pressing him into the cloak as you throw a leg over his hip.

The slip of a nightdress is pulled from your shoulders, dropped to pool on the cloak along with your bag, until you’re just as bare as he is under the soft, rising sun.

You moan in relief as you settle on him, your hands small against the broad expanse of his chest, using him for support as you slowly sink down, pinning his cock between your slick folds and his stomach.

His hands rise to rest on your hips, not to guide, just to touch you, feel you himself, as you start to move, dragging yourself forward on his length, until his tip bumps against your clit, and then you’re shifting back. Again, and then again.

Everything is slick, his cock soaked with your arousal, the grind smooth and wet as you rock back and forth on him. But then he’s rising up, thick arms are wrapping around you as the world tilts. Paz rolls you under him, hovering above you as he settles you in the nest of grasses and cloak.

“Can you take all of me?” His voice ghosts in your ear as he presses a kiss to your skin, his cock notching as your entrance.

“Please,” You cling to him, your leg raising to hook around his hip, to pull him close to you. Your hips shift, your nails gripping his shoulders as he starts to inch his hips forward, just starting to sink into you.

He stretches you wide, and you find yourself holding your breath, eyes drifting shut as you concentrate on the sweet spot where you’re connected.

“Relax, cyare,” Paz’s nose nudges your cheek, and you exhale a breath as he sinks deeper, until his cock is bumping against your walls, until you’ve taken as much as you can.

He leans back then, his large hands pulling your thighs around his waist, until he’s sitting back on his heels, gazing at the way his cock disappears into you. You can’t take all of him, not yet - not like this, and his thumb traces where your folds stretch, up to your clit, circling it.

You moan, low and long in your chest as he starts to move, hips working in slow thrusts, his thumb anchored on your sensitive bud. His hands grip your hips, moving you easily to meet his thrusts, sharp, slick slaps filling the air as he starts to pick up the pace, until he’s pounding into you.

“Fuck, you look so good taking my cock.” He grunts, watching the slick shine of his length disappear into you, “Stuffed so full. I think you can take a little bit more though, can’t you?”

You moan at his words, you can feel the heat building in your guts, hot and swirling, making your muscles clench. When you look up, his eyes are on you - eyes blazing and lips parted, drinking in the sight of you, spread out underneath him.

“I want more. I want all of you,” you groan, and eases himself gently from you as you roll over, spreading your knees, lifting your hips into the air.

“That’s my girl,” He groans in approval, sliding his cock between your folds, before sinking into you again. When he presses into you like this, he feels deeper, thicker, and you’re choking on a wet gasp.

“Gods, Paz,” it almost feels like too much, your thighs trembling, face pressed into the cloak, “It feels like you’re in my throat.”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Paz growls, hips stuttering at your words, the way you’re clenching around him. He eases out of you a bit, his pace starting to decrease, keeping up the intensity but making his thrusts slower, smoother.

Your eyes roll closed, mouth open as his thighs slap against yours, feeling the press of his belly against your ass as he leans forward to hook an arm underneath you.

His fingers circle your clit, and from this angle, from the way that you so feel full even as he moves, it doesn’t take long before you’re whimpering, your hips meeting his as you thrust backwards.

“Are you close, cyare?” Paz’s hum is low, his lips pressing against your back. He knows you, can tell you are - but he wants to hear you say it, “Are you going to come from my cock splitting you open?”

Your teeth grit at his words, your voice coming out in a sob as the pleasure starts to crest, “Yes, fuck, Paz. You feel so good, I’m - fuck. I’m coming-”

“Good girl,” he groans as your words turn into a wail, your palms pressing into the earth as you push back hard, taking him as deep as you can as you pulse around his thick cock.

He chokes on his words, the feeling of your tight cunt gripping him too much, and you’re still lost in a haze as his hips stutter, as the hands at your hips jerk you back against him, pressing as much of himself into as he can as his cock spills rope after rope into your pussy.

Your limbs are heavy as you sink to the ground, eyes drifting closed as Paz’s warm weight presses against your back, his hand wrapping around you in an embrace, his cock still buried deep in you.

When your eyes crack open again, the sun is sending beams through the trees, Paz’s arm slung protectively around your waist, the mid-morning breeze refreshing as it wafts against your skin. He starts to stir when you do, drawing you in for another kiss before rising, ignoring your protests as he snatches the cloak to tie around his waist, before bending to hoist you into his arms.

“Let’s go home, ner me'suum'ika.” He presses a kiss into your hair, adjusting you in his grip as he starts the trek back.

You sigh happily, your head resting against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart.

He may be under a spell…. but you were certainly under his.

me'suum'ika - moon

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[saradika]

Kinktober 2021 || Day 4 - Spanking

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rated E - 747 words

Tags: spanking, teasing, fingering, references to PiV

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There isn’t a real thought behind it.

Din blames it on the rare, light feeling in his chest, the relief of a good payout from a relatively easy bounty.

He blames it on the way you were leaning across the crate, tallying up supplies, your flight suit pulling tight across the round swell of your ass.

His hand had seemed to move on his own as he was walking past you, swinging down as a sharp crack filled the air, his hand cupping the squeezing the soft, slapped skin of your cheek. Your mouth opens in shock - did Din just spank you - but your startled “ah!” comes out as a low groan instead, the slight pain causing pleasure to bloom low in your stomach.

The slight, nervous hunch of his shoulders straighten out, his spine straightening as he turns to look at you.

“Was that a moan, pretty girl?” Din’s voice is low, curious accusation lacing the edges.

You start to protest, but he’s stepping forward, and your back hits the crate, your hands coming up to brace on the edges. His helmet moves down to observe you, caging you in, one hand gripping the edge while the other tilts your chin up, so he can see the dark flush creeping over your face.

“Did you like it when I spanked you, mesh’la?” His thumb rubs against your lower lip, his hips pressing against yours.

“Yes.” It comes out as a soft breath, and he groans, the hand on the crate coming up to grab onto your hip, pulling you tighter against him.

“Turn around for me.” The hint of authority in his voice has you rushing to do as he says, carefully spinning yourself around until you’re leaning over the crate, bracing on your elbows.

“Clothes on, or off?” He asks, running a hand across your hip, over the curve of your ass.

“Off, oh - off.” You’re moaning, fingers moving quickly to yank at the zipper, and he helps you slide your arms from the sleeves, pushing the suit down until it pools around your knees.

There’s a soft sound as his gloves hit the ground behind you, shedding his layer until his hands are bare. You wriggle with impatience as he moves behind you, hands roaming over exposed skin, grabbing and squeezing. And then - his hand lifts, and you suck in a breath with anticipation.

A moment later, his hand cracks down against one cheek, leaving the skin stinging as you moan. His breath comes out in a rush behind you, a sharp buzz through his vocoder. Your hips are arching against the crate, rocking back as you tense, waiting for another.

He strikes down on the other side, the sweet sting making you moan again, the sound pitching up when his thick fingers press between your thighs, his middle finger crooking up as he slides it slowly across your clothed pussy.

“You’re soaking your panties, pretty girl. Just from a couple spanks.” He growls, slowly moving his hand underneath the delicate cloth, and he’s right - you can feel the way his fingers glide smoothly across your skin, gathering your slick.

They move up, rubbing against your clit, and then you can’t form words, you can just push yourself flatter against the crate, lifting your ass higher into the air. Din is groaning behind you, his thumb moving to your clit, his finger curling to sink into you.

He spanks you again like that, with his finger buried in you, with a thumb working your clit. Your moan is long and low, a fire burning in your core as you clench again as the slap strikes.

“Think you can come like this?” He asks, hand smoothing over the pinked flesh, groaning with you as he works a second finger in - pushing it deep into your heat, finding the spot that makes you whine.

“Please.” The word comes out strangled - the mix of pleasure a slight pain has you teetering already, “I want you to fuck me Din, please-”

Din’s breath comes out in a hiss, his fingers pumping now, dragging and curling and pressing, “Come on my fingers first, mesh’la. And then, if you’re good…”

He hums as you suddenly clench down hard around him, giving your ass another swat - watching the pink bloom across your skin as you begin to shake, your mouth opening in a long, soft cry as you start to tip over the edge.

“I’ll let you come on my cock.”

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[dukeoftheblackstar]

“This time I want you to watch how you fall apart for me.”

- @saradika I think this'll be the highest standard I'll hold praise kink to. Something so devious and dark about this but still has that ring of creamy-romantic, buttery-devotion wholesomeness ✨.

I really hope you'll make more Plo Koon fics because the world needs more good ol' wholesome hot, forbidden, alien smut with the sweetest daddy in the galaxy 👌🥵😩🫠💦💦💦💦💦💦

KINKTOBER 2021 || Day 11 - Mirror Sex

Plo Koon x F!Reader

Rated E - 600 words

Tags: mirror sex, PiV, cockwarming, praise kink

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It was hard to look away, impossible even, when Plo had you like this, your back pressed against his bare chest, your thighs resting on top of his.

Each shift of his thighs, each thrust that dragged his cock out before pushing deeper, was perfectly mirrored in the frame facing you. You could see how you stretched for him, watch each ridge disappear into you, before he withdrew, his length shiny and slick.

“Can’t you see how good you look?” He’s crooning, his chin resting against your shoulder, watching you watch yourself, “My perfect girl.”

It felt voyeuristic, like you were watching someone else, though it was definitely you in the mirror - each of his thrusts pressing against your inner walls, sending the pressure coiling deep in your belly. His claws dragged up your stomach, sending goosebumps erupting over your skin, before his palm moved to cup your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.

You’re close, he’s been teasing you for a while, his movements low and steady, preferring to build his way up to your release, instead of taking it in a heated rush. Your skin feels hot, the pulse of your heart deep in your chest and in your cunt, as he guides you, rocking your body along with his.

Plo’s voice is a hiss as your hand drifts down, fingertips sliding between your thighs, touching where you’re connected, before dragging back up to your clit.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He encourages as your eyes flutter shut, clenching down as the pressure builds.

When your eyes flutter open, you can see him watching you, expression hungry beneath the mask, focused on the quick circle of your fingers, the way your thighs flex, urging him to pick up his slow pace.

“Does it feel good, touching yourself like that? While I’m in you?” He asks, letting his hand rest on top of yours, imagining it was himself touching your clit.

His words do things to you, leaving you aching and groaning, so close to what you need. Your fingers speed up, your movements a little rough as you rock faster, grinding your hips against your hand, chasing the high that you feel is just about there.

“Yes, Plo. I’m so close, please-” You’re whimpering, and he hums a low groan in your ear, hand moving to brace on your waist, using his strength to bounce you against his thick thighs.

His cock is thrusting hard into you now, pressing deep, over and over, and the combination with your fingers has you gasping, almost breathless as you clench, body going tight as your eyes roll closed, as the pleasure blooms bright and hot within you. You rock against him, riding out the waves, listening to his low, rasping voice tell you how good, how tight you feel around him.

Head slumping, you rest against Plo as his arms wrap around you, supporting your weight as you sigh, “That felt incredible.”

His face nuzzles against yours, his voice low, “Ahh, you felt, but you did not see.”

Your head tilts to fully face him with your own eyes, and not through a reflection. His laugh is soft, fingers coming up to tease your nipples as he slowly starts thrusting again.

“Keep your eyes open, darling.” His other hand comes to trap your chin between thumb and forefinger, gently nudging it until you’re facing forward again.

“This time I want you to watch how you fall apart for me.”

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[saradika]

Kinktober 2021 || Day 3 - Ass Worship

Commander Cody x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.8k words

Tags: mentions of oral (f receiving), anal sex, brief mentions of rimming, fingering, teasing, use of lube, Cody is an ass man

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“Cyar’ika.” The word, usually spoken with fondness, or moaned through clench teeth, comes hissed through teeth as a sharp warning, matched with narrowing eyes.

Your face turns to look over your shoulder at Cody, your brows furrowing in confusion. He’s fixing the straps of his armor, strapping the plate across his chest as he shoots a look you way. You follow his gaze, to where you had kicked the blankets down to pool around your thighs, to where your sleep shorts are hiked up over the round curve of your ass.

Understanding, you flip over, sliding down to the end of the bed, letting his hand grasp yours as he pulls you into his chest. Your hands slide over his armor, his hands dropping to slide under the long edge of your shirt, fingers brushing your thighs.

“Are you trying to distract me?” He murmurs as you lean up to kiss him, his head tilting down to meet you half-way.

“Is it working?” You grin back, fingers hooking around the back of his neck, pressing yourself against him as his lips press against yours.

“Mm,” He kisses you again, “Flashing your sweet ass at me always works.”

You cheeks flush and you bury your head in his shoulder, words muffled, “Don’t know why you like it so much.”

“Fuck, you don’t want to know the things I want to do to it.” His lips curve in a smile, his hand coming up to cup and squeeze one of your cheeks, pressing you even more snugly against him as his codpiece digging into your hip.

So you ask, in a hushed voice - and his teeth sink into his lip as he considers, before his voice goes low as he groans.

“Eat it. Fuck it. Make it mine, cyare.”

You almost choke on your own breath as his words, as his hand kneads your flesh.

“I could make you feel so goddamn good. Make you cum so hard with my cock buried in that tight little ass.” His mouth is so close to yours, and you’re leaning up to kiss him another time when he releases you, stepping away.

“Can’t be late, sweetheart.” He presses a quick kiss against your temple, his lips pulling into a smirk at the dazed look in your eyes.

You watch him as he leaves, the comfortable confidence in his steps, slumping down on the bed as the door shuts behind him.

How are you ever going to make it through your day now?

——

You last only a few days before you tell him you want it.

It bubbles up until it bursts out of you, when the two of you are making dinner together in the evening. The holopad in his hand tilts dangerously as he leans against the counter, the closest you’ve ever seen to him dropping something.

He looks at you with stunned surprise, his lips parting as he asks you to say it again.

So you do - and you take a little bit of time to talk it through, working out the details as he confirms again that you want this. And you do, you really do.

You spend some time researching and preparing yourself - and in the meantime, he explores all of you with his tongue when he eats you out, getting you comfortable with the new sensations, leaving you aching for more.

And then it’s time, and you’re thrumming with anticipation, stripped and spread out on the bed as Cody straddles your thighs. His thick finger circles your tight rim, just starting to press a fingertip inside.

“Has anyone ever been here before?” He asks in hushed tones, as your lips press together to hold in the moan.

“N-no one.” You shake your head, “Just you.”

“Fuck,” he draws the word out, this voice deep and low as he breaches you, sinking to the first knuckle. “Fuck, baby.”

His finger works slowly inside, carefully pumping it, slicking it up with more lube until he is down to another knuckle, until you’re rocking back against his hand.

“How do you feel, cyar’ika?” He checks in, his hand smoothing down your back, his thumb hooking around to slide against your folds.

You whimper, your head dropping between your shoulders, “Good, Cody. Feels so full already, I want more.”

He gives it to you, working his first finger all the way inside until it’s comfortable, carefully pressing the tip of a second. You hold your breath and he leans forward to press a kiss against your back as he presses, stretching you carefully open to take both.

His fingers are thick and it feels like so much, but he waits, adding more lube, carefully scissoring you open until you relax, and your hips start to rock back to meet him.

Every thrust of his hand sends his thumb sliding across your clit, pulling soft whimpers and moans as you press your face into the mattress. One of your hands grips the sheets as the other slides beneath you to cup your breast, your body clenching when a fingertip slides across your nipple, earning a low “shit” from Cody.

Your fingers roll over you nipple again and fuck, you realize you’re really close, the heat in your belly roaring and coiling by the second. You both groan as you clench around him again.

“Are you going to come with my fingers in your ass, cyar’ika?” He asks, his voice low as his movements adjust, focusing on your clit.

“Yes,” Your mouth is open, your breath coming in short pants and moans, “Fuck, yes, Cody - please-”

The words break off into a cry as your thrust back hard and arch against him, as your muscles stiffen. Cody keeps his hand buried in you, thumb sliding down to collect the slick dripping from you, bringing it back to draw out the way you shake as the pleasure arcs up your spine.

When you can finally move, you look over your shoulder at him, and are momentarily breathless. He looks beautiful, kneeling behind you, looking at you with such reverence, though you’re just you and he’s - him.

You want to give him this, share it with him.

“I’m ready.” Your voice comes out low, hoarse from moaning and you clear your throat.

“You sure? I can keep going.” His eyes scan your face, there’s no impatience in his expression - just concern.

“I’m sure,” You smile warmly, and his fingers ease out, leaving you whining.

The fingers at your clit dip into you, gathering your release before he brings it to his cock, tilting his head back in a moan as he strokes it, covering his length in you. Then he’s adding more lube, until he’s wet and slick, and moves to line himself up.

You head presses into the mattress, eyes screwed shut as you wait.

“Cyare,” He coaxes, leaning over you to press a kiss into your neck. “You’re going to have to relax, baby. It’s going to be okay, I’ll go slow.”

His fingers tease you, gently rubbing at your clit, at your folds, until the tension leaves your muscles, and the tip of his cock is brushing your rim. Cody pushes forward carefully, leaving you gasping as he starts to ease into you.

He freezes, but you coax him to keep going, “It feels good, it’s just new.”

You breathe slowly through your mouth as he sinks in, taking time to press kisses into your neck, keeping a gentle, circling pressure on your clit. He stretches you wide, it’s not uncomfortable but it’s intense, the pressure almost overwhelming. You’ve taken his cock before but it seems longer, wider like this, and you wonder briefly if it’s going to fit.

He gives a slow, gentle thrust, and with the movements on your clit, it makes you moan. His breathing is heavy, low groans coming from his lips when you clench around his cock. And then, here’s there, his hips pressing smug against yours.

Your hips give an experimental wiggle, pressing back against him, and the moan he makes is closer to a growl, low and needy in his throat. He adjusts his hand, moving his thumb to your clit, his first two fingers to press and slide against your folds.

He starts a slow rhythm, a steady grind of his hips, just barely moving in and out of you, until you’re whimpering, a steady stream of “please, please, please” sliding out of you, as the pressure starts to feel good, as the fingers against your pussy bring you closer to the edge.

“Stars, you’re so fucking tight.” He grits, his hips giving a small, quick thrust, like he can’t help himself, like he needs to go deeper, “Love watching your ass bounce on my cock, cyare. So fucking perfect.”

You start to rock back against him, and he picks up the pace, his hips starting to slap against yours, the room full of your echoing moans and wet flesh, until your mouth is open in a long cry as you press it against the mattress.

He has you close, and you don’t have the words to tell him, you just clench tighter and tighter until the invisible string snaps, your voice pitching high as you pulse around him. You feel weightless, stars bursting behind closed eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

“Fuck yes, sweetheart.” He’s grunting, not far behind you, “Gods, you look so good coming on my cock.”

Cody’s breathing is heavy, and you’re still clenching around him when he grunts, his hands gripping your hips as he arches against you, pressing his cock deep as he empties himself in you, splashing your walls with his release. Your name is on his lips as he groans, his hips working in small thrusts until you’ve milked everything out of him, until his chest is pressing against yours as he tilts your head to kiss him.

You’re still coming down from your high when he slides out of you, and you wince at the empty feeling afterwards. The mattress is soft beneath you and you slump, your stomach and then your hips slowly sliding down until you’re lying prone, and you’re sighing in contentment and exhaustion.

Cody is still behind you, his hands starting at your shoulders, and running down, until his large hands are cupping the globes of your ass.

“Oh, sweetheart. Look at how you’re gaping for me.” He says the words in a growl, thumbs pressing into your cheeks to spread you wide, as the flush creeps down your neck, “So fucking pretty.”

His hands let go, and the bed sinks as he lays down next to you, pressing a kiss to your temple, your cheek, your lips. When he pulls back there’s a tenderness in his eyes, in the dimple of his cheek when he smiles.

“Thank you, you did so good for me.” His arms wrap around you, gently tugging you against him as he sits up, “Now, come on cyar’ika.”

“I’ll run you a bath. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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KINKTOBER 2021 || Day 9 - Lingerie

Commander Fox x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.8k words

Tags: teasing, office sex, lingerie, dirty talk, mentions of exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), PiV

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This idea was either genius or stupid, and you weren’t quite sure which it would end up being. Your heels click rhythmically down the hallway as you wind your way through the barracks, chin held high in the hopes that if you looked busy - maybe no one would stop you.

It almost works, until you see a figure looming just outside Fox’s office, head tilted down as he viewed a comm on his gauntlet. You start to speed walk towards the door - normally you’d stop and chat but not today, not like this.

But as you approach, the sound of your steps catches his attention, drawing his helmet in a slow track up to your face. The two of you look at each other for a long moment, an excuse on your tongue, but Thire beats you to it.

“Funny,” His voice is light and casual, a hand propping on his hip, “It’s not supposed to rain today.”

Your brow furrows, and he gestures idly to your shiny, knee-length coat. It was the only one you had that was long enough, and the sun was shining brightly above when you had stepped inside a few minutes ago, a cup of caf in hand.

“That’s not what I saw,” You manage to squeeze out, after blinking one too many times. “Supposed to pour, I heard.”

“No umbrella, though?” Thire prompts, his head tilting, his voice tinged with amusement through the vocoder.

You huff, your hand going to your own hip. Ass. So what if he can guess why you’re here? It’s not any of his business, and you’re opening your mouth about to tell him that, when he chuckles.

“He just stepped out, I am waiting for him too.” He comments, his shoulder leaning casually against the door frame, “But you know what? This seems a lot more important.”

Your lips press together, flushing at his teasing - but then he takes pity on you, adding conspiratorially, “I’ll go find him for you, okay? I am sure he won’t mind if you go in and wait.”

“Thank you,” Your head ducks, but you’re smiling, and he keys the code for the door, pulling it open enough for you to duck inside.

Fox’s office is empty, his desk front and center, a makeshift cot tucked off to the side. Papers scatter the top of the desk, his chair neatly tucked in, an empty cup of caf resting near the ledge.

The fresh cup you brought replaces his old one, that cup discarded in the bin off to the other side. After a few moments of talking yourself up, you round the durasteel desk, nudging the chair back enough that you can sit on the ledge, pushing yourself until the backs of your knees are pressing against the edge.

You’re barely seated when the door behind you clicks, Fox filling the frame as he quickly steps inside, “Cyar’ika, what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you,” You smile, and he’s already making his way over to you, lifting his helmet off his head so he can kiss you.

The cup of caf gets handed to him, and he’s sighing with a low and grateful “thank you”, as he swallows down a mouthful, stepping over until he’s standing between your legs.

“Are you okay? Thire tracked me down, said it was urgent,” His ever-creased brow furrows further, leaning back to give you a quick scan. “Is that coat new?”

“No,” you draw the word out, hands resting against his chest, running over the smooth plastoid. “But what is underneath is.”

“Oh really, now?” His features smooth as he gets it, eyes roving over you with a new appreciation. Fox moves closer, his hips bumping against the desk as his hand comes up, toying with the neckline of your jacket.

“Do you have time?” The words come out breathy as he kisses your neck, collar bone, the hollow of your throat, as he slowly undoes the first two buttons.

“I always have time for you.”

Slowly, your plan is revealed, flesh appearing as he undoes each button, bits of red peeking out, bright against the bare expanse of your skin. His lips are parted, breathing hitching when he reaches the last one, when you’re open in front of him, with only a thin layer of lingerie worn under your long coat.

Your outfit is clingy, mixing fabric of lace patterns and mesh, not at all disguising or hiding your form underneath. The top cuts low in the front with scalloped edges, the bottoms cutting high over your hips, with straps criss-crossing on the back. Thin garters attach stockings to the lace panel at your waist, the ribbons tracing the curves of your thighs.

Fox lets out a low whistle, his hand smoothing the silky smooth stocking on your thighs, working their way up until they’re lightly tracing the lace edges at your hip.

Then they’re changing direction, one hand reaching up to cup the swell of your breast, the other moving down between your thighs.

“Osik, mesh’la,” He groans, his fingers dragging down the damp lace at the edges, pressing gently against your center. “Can you turn around for me? Brace yourself on the desk, that’s a good girl.”

You do as he says, hearing his groan as you shimmy out of the coat, laying it on the desk, bracing your forearms on the desk as you bend over the top.

A soft groan falls from your lips as he kneels behind you, his mouth hot in your thighs, teeth scraping against sensitive skin, working his way to your inner thigh, and then up.

His tongue goes flat, pressing against your pussy over the gusset, his breath hot against your center. Fox makes another muffled moan, before tugging the thin strip to the side and tasting you.

Fox’s movements are greedy, his tongue plunging into you, then moving down to flick at your clit. You clench and he moans, pressing his mouth to you, kissing at your soft skin, tasting where you’re hot and sweet for him.

“I bet you’ve been wet since you put this on,” he breathes, pulling back, “Ever since you left to come here.”

He groans at your “yes”, his mouth loud against your skin, lewd licking and sucking sounds, until your knees are threatening to buckle and you’re pleading for more.

Fox’s codpiece clatters to the floor as he stands up, working his hard length out, pressing it against your slick heat, dragging his velvety skin back and forth.

“Ready?” You can feel him straining to hold still, his hips making short thrusts, sliding the tip up to press against your clit, the skin damp with your arousal.

You nod, your breath caught in your chest as Fox’s hand splays across your back, holding the fabric to the side as he lines himself up, his tip parting your folds.

“Atiniir, cyare.” His voice is strained as he pushes into you, the tip of his cock sliding into your warm heat, groaning as he presses more of his thick length into you, “Fuck, just like that.”

Fox takes his time, leaning back to watch himself disappear into you, until he’s almost there, his hips thrusting against your ass, shoving the last inch of himself into you. You groan at the fullness, how thick and big he feels at this angle, already trying to move your hips back against his for more.

His thrusts start shallow, gentle movements as he fills you, pressing his cock as deep as he can, groaning at how tight and hot you feel around him. Then his thrusts pick up, until you’re holding onto the desk for support, the armor on his thighs slapping against your bare skin.

“You couldn’t even wait for me to get home,” He leans over you, his breath hot in your ear as his teeth scrape against your earlobe. The desk creaks with each of his rough thrusts, the datapad on top clattering against the durasteel, “You came all this way, just to get my cock. What if I hadn’t come alone, ad’ika?”

“Would you have let the whole guard watch me fuck you?”

You suck in a gasp at his words, the images springing to your mind. Of more of the guard, standing on the other side of the table, watching the way your tits strained against the thin mesh, how they bounce with each of his thrusts.

“Etyc,” Fox groans, feeling the way you clench, the tight grip of your pussy around his cock. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Letting them watch my girl, dressed in our shade of red, stuffed full of my cock.”

His fingers slide under the straps near your hip, tugging the elastic until it snaps against your skin. You yelp at the sting and he chuckles, leaning back, fingers digging into your hips as he changes the angle, making you cry out as he bumps against your spongy wall.

He aims for that spot after that, starting shallow again, working his way up until he’s knocking into it over and over, until tears spring to your eyes at just how good it feels:

“Fuck, look at you,” Fox growls, thrusting hard into you before pulling back, watching as his cock drags out of you, “Gripping my cock so tight. Feels like a dream, mesh’la.”

Your mouth is open in a moan, knuckles gripping the cool edge of the table for support.

“Feels so good, Fox,” you whine, the noise turning into a soft moan when he pushes fully into you again, “So close, please-”

He grunts, his stomach pressing into as his arm reaches around, fingers sliding against your clit as you moan.

“Yes, fuck, right there-”

His fingers are practiced, pressing tight circles against your clit, growling praises into your ears as your moans grow shorter and louder.

It hits you hard and fast, your face pressing against the desk as your moan pitches up, as the muscles in your core all start to clench, as his fingers tip you over the edge.

“Fuck, that’s it, ad’ika. Cream on my cock, shi guuror ibac.” Fox groans, his hips stuttering as you cry out, as your pussy starts to flutter on this thick length, as you rock back to meet him, drawing out the waves of pleasure.

He is only a few thrusts behind you, his hips pressing and grinding against your ass as he groans loudly, sticky white ropes splashing against your inner walls. Fox stays shoved as deep as he can get until the aftershocks of your orgasm start to wane, before he gently eases out of you.

Your smile is shy as he helps you up, his mouth finding yours as his hands stroke down your body, fixing the fabric of your lingerie. His tongue is still brushing yours as you reach for your coat, only breaking away when you slide your arms through the sleeves.

“What did you think?” Your fingers work at the buttons, your outfit slowly disappearing behind the shiny fabric.

Fox smiles, pressing a kiss into your hair. His mouth moves, lips brushing against your ear, voice pitched low.

“I think… that you should stop by in that jacket more often.”

Osik - shit

Atiniir - take it

Etyc - filthy

shi guuror ibac - just like that

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KINKTOBER 2021 || Day 18 - Cock Worship

Rebels!Rex x F!Reader

Rated E - 664 words

Tags: a sprinkling of fluff and angst, age gap, cock worship, oral (m receiving)

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Rex still can’t believe his luck sometimes, that in all of the planets in the galaxy, that they had been able to find their way back to each other. It’s been a few weeks since their reunion and he still wakes sometimes, his hands searching the sheets until he finds her form, soft and sleeping next to him.

She tells him she wants to make up for lost time, dragging him into dark corners of the modified AT-TE, and he’s more than happy to lose himself in her gentle caresses.

Tonight, his thighs spread wide, making room as she works her way between them. Her hands tug expertly at the clasp of his belt, letting each end pool to the side before tugging at the zipper.

“It’s too bad you didn’t dress like this on Coruscant. Could have gotten into a lot more fun,” She bites her lip as she peeks up at him, tugging at the waistband of his pants.

“Oh, I thought we got into plenty of fun,” He manages with a dry chuckle, his throat and chest tight.

Her smile is conspiratorial, her eyes dropping as he lifts his hips, letting her pull both layers down his thighs. She makes a sound like a soft “oh” when she sees him, thick and heavy against his solid thigh.

He’s told her she doesn’t have to do this, that he’s just happy being with her, touching her, making her writhe, soft and slick beneath him. But she insists, like she is now, leaning forward to nuzzle at his leg, her tongue moving to lick at the thick vein running up the shaft.

Rex doesn’t dare take his eyes off her, not even for a second, not when she’s kissing him like this, rubbing her lips across his velvety skin, slick with her spit.

He’s afraid if he does, then she’ll be gone - and he’ll just be left with a faded memory and his own rough hand.

“I missed you, Rex.” She looks up at him when she takes him in her mouth, and he watches the tip disappear between her perfect lips. His hips flex as she bobs, her head lifting, lips popping off as she adds, “And I missed your cock.”

His breath comes out in a short burst, a groan flickering at the edges. Her hand comes to wrap around him, and she starts stroking him, alternating between hollowing her cheeks around him, and licking and kissing the tip, murmuring words against his skin.

“Stars, you’re perfect.”

Her tongue travels down, to the base of his cock and then further, lips sucking on his balls as her wrists flick. He’s gripping the chair now, thighs taut as his stomach muscles flex, trying to keep himself from thrusting.

“And your cock, it feels so good. I love when you fuck me with it, I love sucking on it.”

She takes him deep and he moans then, his knuckles white and mouth dropping open. He’s close, and he’s thinking wildly about how painfully short this will be - how he’ll make it up to her, again and again.

“I love you, Rex.”

He chokes on his moan, and he tries to warn her, he really does. But the words don’t come out, transformed into needy groans as his cock throbs, the pleasure drawing tight and then bursting.

The first rope of his cum hits her cheek, but then her head is turning, her lips covering his tip as she takes the rest. Her head bobs until he runs out of breath, until his cock starts to go soft, until she’s taken everything he has to give.

His eyes are full of such fondness for her, such love as she peers up at him, smiling as she swipes the streak on her cheek, popping the wet digit into her mouth and sucking.

Rex’s mind is cloudy, but he knows the words, engraved into his mind and his heart.

“I love you, cyar’ika. More than anything.”

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Kinktober 2021 || Day 6 - Hair Pulling

Commander Thorn x F!Reader

Rated E - 1k words

Tags: oral (f recieving), teasing, hair-pulling, mentions of PiV

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The evening light is peeking through the curtains, leaving streaks of soft orange and red across the bedroom as he undresses you. Your arms lift above your head, the fabric of your top running over your skin as he tugs it off you, Thorn’s mouth dropping to your neck to run his tongue over the hollow under your ear.

His hands cup your breasts over your breastband, holding and appreciating their weight in his palms as his mouth moves up to kiss you, breath hot against your skin. Thorn’s fingers move with urgency then, reaching for the clasp, groaning when your skin is revealed, tilting you down into the mattress, his mouth chasing after. Sighing as his teeth scrape against a nipple, his tongue working over the stiff peak when he hears your sharp inhale of breath.

His mouth moves down, hot and wet over your stomach, stopping to nip the skin at your hip, hook his thumbs into your waistband. Tugging them lower, tracing the exposed skin with his tongue, and then lower, and then lower still.

Your hips lift to help, giving him room to remove both layers with a sharp tug, his hand sliding to grasp and lift your calves as he kneels between your spread thighs. Thorn’s palms skim up your legs, feather light, until he reaches your knees, hands tightening on your skin as he spreads them wider for him.

“Fuck,” he rasps, eyes dropping down, watching where you bloom for him, slick and hot, “I know I said I was going to fuck you, cyare.”

And then his eyes are flicking up, his voice going lower, “But I really want to eat your pussy. Can I do that first?”

Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth so you just nod, and he moans, helping you scoot up the bed, making room for him to work his shoulders between your spread legs. His lips touch down, your skin jumping beneath his mouth as he works his way down, across your mound, your hips flexing up the closer he gets to where you want.

His long hair curtains his face as his mouth dips, his tongue tracing your folds as his hand raises to card through his mane, pushing it back. A moan escapes your lips as Thorn’s other arm moves, his forearm pressing low across your belly, holding you in place as you try to seek more friction.

You’re trapped in place as he begins to eat you, the sharp lick of a pointed tongue on your clit before a flat stripe tracing up the middle. His hair falls in his face again as he goes lower, circling your opening as he makes a short, frustrated sigh.

He adjusts, your brow furrowing in concern, until you notice he’s pulling his hair back from his face, as if to put it in a ponytail. Thorn grips the bundle with one hand, the other reaching out for yours.

“Can you hold my hair, babe?” He flashes you a smile, and you clench, your fingers twisting into his hair, fisting it into place behind his head.

And then he is diving down, engulfing you with his mouth, his arm coming back up to pin you down again. Your fist tightens and he groans against your pussy, his other hand coming up, fingers teasing at your entrance.

He sinks one finger in as he kisses your clit and you’re moaning again, tugging on the strands, trying to pull him closer to you, guiding him to just the right spot.

Thorn chuckles, looking up at you through thick lashes, “It’s okay - you can pull my hair, baby. Show me what your tight little cunt needs.”

Your breath comes out in a whine, his tongue going flat as your fingers grip tighter, traveling from your entrance up to your clit, and then sucking on the sensitive bud. His lips go soft, brushing against your wet, soaked pussy, and then he zeroes in, making your thighs clench.

“Fuck-,” you suck in a breath, the heat coiling, “Thorn, please - right there.”

His head stays in place, adding a second finger, pressing and reaching and crooking as your hands stay locked around his head, keeping him in place.

Thorn’s mouth feels hot, too hot, as he works you, his eyes alternating between sliding shut as he moans, and then snapping open to trap you in his gaze, watching just what he does to you. He’s moving between your thighs, his hips rutting against the bed in time with his thrusts, grinding his trapped cock against sheets, leaving a damp spot against the fabric. Unable to help himself - too caught up in your pleasure to simply stay still.

It’s approaching fast, the heat singing in your veins, traveling down to converge at that small spot he’s teasing. Coiling tighter and tighter, your mouth open, your breath coming in short, loud pants, mixing with the loud, wet suck of your pussy as his fingers piston in and out of you.

Your fingers lace behind his head when it hits you, your back arching off the bed as you rise up, keeping him pushed against your cunt as his tongue presses tight, short licks against you.

He grunts as your fingers twist in his hair, hearing the loud “Ah, ah, ah-” as you cum, flooding his tongue with your release, greedily swallowing all of you down.

Your tight grip loosens as the pleasure ebbs, your back slumping against the mattress, your fingers untangling from his thick mane of hair to fall limply at your sides.

His wide hand passes over his mouth, his teeth flashing as he smiles between your legs, his beard damp with your slick. Thorn pushes himself up, his broad, hairy chest filling your vision, and you get distracted following the trail of hair, lower and lower - until he moves, his hand pushing his hair back from his forehead again.

“Sorry if I was rough,” you squeak, as you glance up, looking at the mess of his hair, the length falling over his shoulder.

His cock bobs heavy between his legs as he crawls forward, the tip pressing into your stomach as he holds himself above you, hip to hip.

“Babe,” his lips drop, his mouth sealing to yours in a fiery kiss, his hips grinding and making the spark light up again in your guts.

“You can pull my hair any time you want.”

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KINKTOBER 2021 || Day 28 - Almost Getting Caught

Jesse x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.2k words

Tags: almost getting caught, PiV, oral (f receiving), exhibitionism?

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You can never resist him, not when he’s like this - murmuring soft and sweet words, all but begging you to come see him before he has to go, his voice low and coaxing over the comm.

“Please baby, I need you.”

“Jesse, you just had me this morning.”

“But that was this morning, and this is now.”

It’s your footsteps padding quietly down the hall, Jesse meeting you before you take more than a couple steps. Stealing you away to a now-familiar corridor, the quiet swish of the small closet door as it slides open.

You had seen him last night, and this morning - giving each other a more than thorough goodbye. But you knew Jesse liked this, getting you to come and see him, sneaking you into the barracks for another quick goodbye.

He always liked having the taste of you on his tongue when he left, however he could get it - something to remember you by. (As if he didn’t have the treasure trove of comms and holopics stored away for this very purpose.)

The low lighting flickers comfortably, illuminating the half-abandoned closet - a mop lying discarded on the floor, a short table stacked with boxes pushed up against the left hand wall.

“Stars, I missed you,” Jesse moans into your mouth before the door even closes, one hand cupping the swell of your ass, the other tangling in your hair.

You both know you’re running on borrowed time. As the kiss breaks he’s already l helping lift you onto the table, the edge of your ass sitting on the edge as he steps between your thighs. He rucks up the short hem of your skirt, until the fabric is bunched around your waist as he groans again, “And fuck, I need to taste you. Right now.”

He drops to the floor before you can stop him, nuzzling at your knees, kissing his way up your soft skin to where you’re still wet and warm and plush from this morning. Jesse’s fingers push aside your panties, his mouth pressing against your center as you both moan.

His tongue delves into you, as if to taste himself from earlier, his release still a memory on your soft folds. You bite down hard on your knuckle to keep from crying out loud as his tongue alternates between flat stripes up your slit, and pointed licks against your sensitive bud - just as needy for him, though you’d never say it.

You’re already close in just a few minutes - Jesse is a god with his tongue and you both know it - but your fingers are running across his jaw, urging him to look up from where his face is buried, eyes shut in concentration.

“Please Jesse. We don’t have a lot of time,” you urge, tugging at the straps of his shoulder armor, until the back of his hand is swiping over his lips, until his codpiece is clattering loudly onto the table next to you, his aching cock in your hand.

You line him up as his hands spread your thighs wide, and he pushes into you with a long, solid thrust - both of you moaning in relief as he fills you.

“Sorry baby, I just needed to feel you again before I leave,” He sighs, starting slowly - pulling himself out almost all the way, admiring the wet shine of his cock, before pushing smoothly back in with a stroke.

“This morning wasn’t enough for you?” You tease back, and he laughs, pushing himself deep so he is flush against you, his mouth finding yours.

“Look who’s talking, you’re the one that came running,” He murmurs against you and you flush at his words, your lips curling up at the edges.

“You were practically begging.” You try to shoot the words back but you’re too busy moaning, his lips moving to brush up the column of your neck, sucking another soft bruise into your skin to match the others.

“And look where it got me? I’d beg every day, babe.” Jesse’s hands find your hips, using them as leverage as he starts to thrust - picking up speed until he’s set a rhythm that makes you prickle with need, hurtling towards your release.

You’re getting lost in him, eyes locked on the soft curve of his lips as he moans, when you hear something - the soft pattern of footsteps, and low voices just outside the door. You freeze, nails digging into Jesse’s biceps as he leans down to press open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder, completely unbothered.

Someone calls his name, the word sounding faint through the heavy door, and you’re pushing away from him, panic rising in your throat - that someone might find you, that the door could open at any moment and they’d see the two of you like this.

Which wouldn’t be the end of the world, but fuck - it would be embarrassing.

“It’s locked,” Jesse murmurs back, pulling you closer to him instead, his sigh low as he sinks into you again. “It’s okay baby, I locked the door when we came in.”

The breath is still caught in your chest as you listen, trying to interpret every sound, waiting for the jiggle of a lock, or the rapping of knuckles. Eventually the footsteps start to wane, drifting back down the hall, and you finally relax, muscles unclenching as your back slumps against the wall, body curling away from him.

Your pose does something to the angle, Jesse’s thrusts hitting new spots in you, making your breaths come faster, the warm heat in your belly starts to pool again and throb, the pressure starting to build and build.

He hits the spongy spot that makes you gasp out loud, your body flexing up as you grasp onto his shoulder, barely able to choke out the word, “Again.”

Jesse smiles at you, his hands grasping at your hips, pulling you to him as he repeats the motion, earning another low, needy moan. The table starts to rattle again as he keeps going - thrusting into you, your fingers scrabbling on the smooth curves of his armor.

The sweet pleasure starting to swell, your breaths coming fast and your muscles starting to clench - so close to the edge - when you hear it, a low ‘ping’ from his gauntlet.

You give each other a long look, before he shrugs apologetically, “I have to get this.”

He lets go of your wrist, tapping a button on his comm, and you can’t help but whimper in disappointment as his rhythm slows to a grind as he lets go of your waist.

“Jesse here.” He answers, and his hips flex as he thrusts suddenly into you, his cock spearing deep. Your hand claps over your mouth, muffling your surprised gasp the best you can - shooting him a glare as you bite down on your cheek to keep quiet.

“Where are you, vod? We’re leaving soon.” You hear the voice crackle through, a worried edge tinging the words, “Rex is going to lose it if you get left behind.”

“I’m, ah - a little busy,” Jesse huffs back, and you try to swat his free hand away as it drifts down, sliding between your thighs. He watches you, tongue trapped between teeth, eyes half-lidded as he starts to play with your clit, the corners of his lips curling as you struggle to stay silent.

“Doing what-” The voice shoots back, but then it cuts off, the realization dawning with a scoff, “Gods. I knew it. You were in that fucking closet, weren’t you?”

“That’s one way to put it.”

Hardcase makes a disgusted sound, but after a beat he just sighs heavily, “Okay, vod. I’ll cover for you. You owe me though, got it?”

He is still touching you, and you want to hate him for it, for being such a tease, for not just pausing like any decent person should do. But you figure that two can play at that game, and you bear down around him, your hips rocking against his.

“T-Thanks, ‘Case.” Jesse bites back a moan, his eyes going darker when he feels you clenching around his cock, his fingers still circling, pressing, as you try to make him break.

“Anytime. We’re leaving in ten, so hurry up.”

The comm clicks off, and you’re left staring at each other for a moment.

“You are so bad.” Your scold is half-hearted, and he’s raising an eyebrow.

“I think you like it, I could feel how wet-” His words are cut off as you pull him to you to shut him up, and then Jesse is on you. His mouth presses against yours again your lips, your jaw - fingers circling harder as his hips start to move, stroking deep, again and again.

“What are you doing?” It would be a hiss if he didn’t feel so good, each stroke hitting that spot, his thumb sliding over your slick clit. The fire in your stomach was already starting to build again, the ache building, your breaths coming in short gasps of air.

“You heard him,” Jesse grins, his laugh low and rough as he leans forward to kiss you, “We’re heading out in ten, babe.”

“I don’t need that long to make you come.”

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[saradika]

KINKTOBER 2021 || Day 8 - Size Difference

Werewolf!Paz Vizsla x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.8k words

Tags: body horror (brief description of transformation), size kink, PiV, fluff, outdoor sex

A/N - this is for May’s Birthday Bash/AU event! Thank you @maybege for hosting such a great event, this is such a fun idea! 💖✨

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The sound makes the hairs on the back of your neck and your arms stand up, no matter how many times you’ve heard it. A long, agonized howl, a call to the moon and the stars and the Maker themself, if they could hear him.

A sound you know, a sound you’ve come to know so well, coming with every lunar cycle in the forest.

You wait, knowing it’s not safe just yet, that he needs more time - but when the call comes again, you can’t take it. He needs you, you tell yourself, grabbing the heavy cloak beside the door, slipping it over your thin nightdress. Strapping the small bag and waterskin over it, stepping out into the forest.

It’s not quite dawn, the grass cold and dewy beneath your bare feet, the trees empty of chirping birds or the rustle of wildlife.

The thick, forested path clears and you see him in the meadow, a heavy blanket of thick gray-white fur, his form crumpled upon the flattened foliage.

You’re too early. Or maybe, you’re just on time.

And then, you hear it.

His body convulses and you cringe, aching to look away, to cover your ears from the wet crack of sinew and bone, breaking apart to knit together new.

You made yourself a promise that you can’t be, won’t be scared of him, no matter who or what he is - so you watch, the way his snout shortens into a nose, the way his mouth opens in a scream that shoots straight to your heart. The way his limbs rearrange, the hairs shortening and disappearing until just flesh remains.

Paz collapses against the grass, bare under the rising sun, and your feet pound against the packed earth as you rush to meet him, falling to your knees by his side.

His brow is beaded with sweat, breath coming in heavy gulps as he smiles up at you, lifting a hand to trace along your jawline, as your hands shake, skating down his form. You unclasp the cloak from your throat, spreading it down on the grass for him to lay on.

“‘M fine, cyare.” Paz rumbles, his hand covering yours, pushing himself up on an elbow to take the water you offer him, half-draining the skin with a long gulp, “Ner me'suum'ika is here. What harm could come to me now?”

His moon.

You had asked him once, why he calls you that. Why he would he want to be reminded of something that causes him so much pain?

But his smile was kind as he held you, your head resting on his chest, feeling the words rumbling as he said them.

“The only one that caused me pain was the man who cursed me. The moon takes me away, cyar’ika - but you’re the moon that brings me back. Stars, you’re always there for me, I don’t know how I survived bef-”

He hadn’t gotten the words out before you were kissing him, your throat tight at the unexpected confession.

Paz brings you back to the present, the slow drag of his palm skating up your thigh, the thin nightdress doing nothing to disguise the warmth of his hand, an arm wrapping around you to press your body close to his as he turns on his side.

“You need to rest,” you protest, pressing your hand against his bare chest, trying to push him prone on the cloak.

His hand catches yours easily, tugging it up to his mouth so he can kiss the back of your hand, moving to each knuckle, each finger chilled when his hot lips leave them. His teeth nip at your fingertips, and he grins, “Oh, I need something, cyar’ika. But it’s not rest.”

You know what he needs, it’s pressing thick and heavy against the soft curve of your thigh, and you’d be lying if you didn’t need him too in the same way. But still, this had been a tough cycle for him, he needed rest and food, and when you voice your concerns, he smiles.

“You were brought to me to be devoured. It seems I have everything I need.”

His teasing words hit a wound that’s still tender at the edges - a bone-deep bruise that has yellowed, but not fully healed. The betrayal too recent, when you were offered to the guardian of the forest - how they’d never know how their plan had backfired.

Your glare is sharp as he pulls you down with him, his mouth coming to cover yours, hot and sweet until you’re melting against him, your body curving against his and your irritation forgotten.

Your hands start to roam, mapping out strong muscles and brawn under his thick waist and thighs. Fingers brushing through the hair on his chest, nails dragging down scarred skin, following the trail until your fingers are wrapping around his length and he’s groaning into your mouth.

His cock is thick and long, your fingers struggling to meet as you stroke him, your tongue in his mouth mimicking your movements. And you want him to feel you, what he’s doing to you already, so you’re pushing on his shoulders, pressing him into the cloak as you throw a leg over his hip.

The slip of a nightdress is pulled from your shoulders, dropped to pool on the cloak along with your bag, until you’re just as bare as he is under the soft, rising sun.

You moan in relief as you settle on him, your hands small against the broad expanse of his chest, using him for support as you slowly sink down, pinning his cock between your slick folds and his stomach.

His hands rise to rest on your hips, not to guide, just to touch you, feel you himself, as you start to move, dragging yourself forward on his length, until his tip bumps against your clit, and then you’re shifting back. Again, and then again.

Everything is slick, his cock soaked with your arousal, the grind smooth and wet as you rock back and forth on him. But then he’s rising up, thick arms are wrapping around you as the world tilts. Paz rolls you under him, hovering above you as he settles you in the nest of grasses and cloak.

“Can you take all of me?” His voice ghosts in your ear as he presses a kiss to your skin, his cock notching as your entrance.

“Please,” You cling to him, your leg raising to hook around his hip, to pull him close to you. Your hips shift, your nails gripping his shoulders as he starts to inch his hips forward, just starting to sink into you.

He stretches you wide, and you find yourself holding your breath, eyes drifting shut as you concentrate on the sweet spot where you’re connected.

“Relax, cyare,” Paz’s nose nudges your cheek, and you exhale a breath as he sinks deeper, until his cock is bumping against your walls, until you’ve taken as much as you can.

He leans back then, his large hands pulling your thighs around his waist, until he’s sitting back on his heels, gazing at the way his cock disappears into you. You can’t take all of him, not yet - not like this, and his thumb traces where your folds stretch, up to your clit, circling it.

You moan, low and long in your chest as he starts to move, hips working in slow thrusts, his thumb anchored on your sensitive bud. His hands grip your hips, moving you easily to meet his thrusts, sharp, slick slaps filling the air as he starts to pick up the pace, until he’s pounding into you.

“Fuck, you look so good taking my cock.” He grunts, watching the slick shine of his length disappear into you, “Stuffed so full. I think you can take a little bit more though, can’t you?”

You moan at his words, you can feel the heat building in your guts, hot and swirling, making your muscles clench. When you look up, his eyes are on you - eyes blazing and lips parted, drinking in the sight of you, spread out underneath him.

“I want more. I want all of you,” you groan, and eases himself gently from you as you roll over, spreading your knees, lifting your hips into the air.

“That’s my girl,” He groans in approval, sliding his cock between your folds, before sinking into you again. When he presses into you like this, he feels deeper, thicker, and you’re choking on a wet gasp.

“Gods, Paz,” it almost feels like too much, your thighs trembling, face pressed into the cloak, “It feels like you’re in my throat.”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Paz growls, hips stuttering at your words, the way you’re clenching around him. He eases out of you a bit, his pace starting to decrease, keeping up the intensity but making his thrusts slower, smoother.

Your eyes roll closed, mouth open as his thighs slap against yours, feeling the press of his belly against your ass as he leans forward to hook an arm underneath you.

His fingers circle your clit, and from this angle, from the way that you so feel full even as he moves, it doesn’t take long before you’re whimpering, your hips meeting his as you thrust backwards.

“Are you close, cyare?” Paz’s hum is low, his lips pressing against your back. He knows you, can tell you are - but he wants to hear you say it, “Are you going to come from my cock splitting you open?”

Your teeth grit at his words, your voice coming out in a sob as the pleasure starts to crest, “Yes, fuck, Paz. You feel so good, I’m - fuck. I’m coming-”

“Good girl,” he groans as your words turn into a wail, your palms pressing into the earth as you push back hard, taking him as deep as you can as you pulse around his thick cock.

He chokes on his words, the feeling of your tight cunt gripping him too much, and you’re still lost in a haze as his hips stutter, as the hands at your hips jerk you back against him, pressing as much of himself into as he can as his cock spills rope after rope into your pussy.

Your limbs are heavy as you sink to the ground, eyes drifting closed as Paz’s warm weight presses against your back, his hand wrapping around you in an embrace, his cock still buried deep in you.

When your eyes crack open again, the sun is sending beams through the trees, Paz’s arm slung protectively around your waist, the mid-morning breeze refreshing as it wafts against your skin. He starts to stir when you do, drawing you in for another kiss before rising, ignoring your protests as he snatches the cloak to tie around his waist, before bending to hoist you into his arms.

“Let’s go home, ner me'suum'ika.” He presses a kiss into your hair, adjusting you in his grip as he starts the trek back.

You sigh happily, your head resting against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart.

He may be under a spell…. but you were certainly under his.

me'suum'ika - moon

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[freakrenaissance]

OMG, yes. I love Din like this!

Kinktober 2021 || Day 4 - Spanking

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rated E - 747 words

Tags: spanking, teasing, fingering, references to PiV

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There isn’t a real thought behind it.

Din blames it on the rare, light feeling in his chest, the relief of a good payout from a relatively easy bounty.

He blames it on the way you were leaning across the crate, tallying up supplies, your flight suit pulling tight across the round swell of your ass.

His hand had seemed to move on his own as he was walking past you, swinging down as a sharp crack filled the air, his hand cupping the squeezing the soft, slapped skin of your cheek. Your mouth opens in shock - did Din just spank you - but your startled “ah!” comes out as a low groan instead, the slight pain causing pleasure to bloom low in your stomach.

The slight, nervous hunch of his shoulders straighten out, his spine straightening as he turns to look at you.

“Was that a moan, pretty girl?” Din’s voice is low, curious accusation lacing the edges.

You start to protest, but he’s stepping forward, and your back hits the crate, your hands coming up to brace on the edges. His helmet moves down to observe you, caging you in, one hand gripping the edge while the other tilts your chin up, so he can see the dark flush creeping over your face.

“Did you like it when I spanked you, mesh’la?” His thumb rubs against your lower lip, his hips pressing against yours.

“Yes.” It comes out as a soft breath, and he groans, the hand on the crate coming up to grab onto your hip, pulling you tighter against him.

“Turn around for me.” The hint of authority in his voice has you rushing to do as he says, carefully spinning yourself around until you’re leaning over the crate, bracing on your elbows.

“Clothes on, or off?” He asks, running a hand across your hip, over the curve of your ass.

“Off, oh - off.” You’re moaning, fingers moving quickly to yank at the zipper, and he helps you slide your arms from the sleeves, pushing the suit down until it pools around your knees.

There’s a soft sound as his gloves hit the ground behind you, shedding his layer until his hands are bare. You wriggle with impatience as he moves behind you, hands roaming over exposed skin, grabbing and squeezing. And then - his hand lifts, and you suck in a breath with anticipation.

A moment later, his hand cracks down against one cheek, leaving the skin stinging as you moan. His breath comes out in a rush behind you, a sharp buzz through his vocoder. Your hips are arching against the crate, rocking back as you tense, waiting for another.

He strikes down on the other side, the sweet sting making you moan again, the sound pitching up when his thick fingers press between your thighs, his middle finger crooking up as he slides it slowly across your clothed pussy.

“You’re soaking your panties, pretty girl. Just from a couple spanks.” He growls, slowly moving his hand underneath the delicate cloth, and he’s right - you can feel the way his fingers glide smoothly across your skin, gathering your slick.

They move up, rubbing against your clit, and then you can’t form words, you can just push yourself flatter against the crate, lifting your ass higher into the air. Din is groaning behind you, his thumb moving to your clit, his finger curling to sink into you.

He spanks you again like that, with his finger buried in you, with a thumb working your clit. Your moan is long and low, a fire burning in your core as you clench again as the slap strikes.

“Think you can come like this?” He asks, hand smoothing over the pinked flesh, groaning with you as he works a second finger in - pushing it deep into your heat, finding the spot that makes you whine.

“Please.” The word comes out strangled - the mix of pleasure a slight pain has you teetering already, “I want you to fuck me Din, please-”

Din’s breath comes out in a hiss, his fingers pumping now, dragging and curling and pressing, “Come on my fingers first, mesh’la. And then, if you’re good…”

He hums as you suddenly clench down hard around him, giving your ass another swat - watching the pink bloom across your skin as you begin to shake, your mouth opening in a long, soft cry as you start to tip over the edge.

“I’ll let you come on my cock.”

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