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Full-Length:
Sharp Edges - x Fem!Reader collaboration with @lightwise that started off as a blind date one-shot but turned into a freakin' incredible fully-developed fic, with plot, character development, twists and turns, angst, yearning, and plenty of delicious *spice*. ;) It's also a fix-it fic that mixes up the events of TCW and TBB a bit to end it happily ever after.
One-Shots:
A lot of the titles are pretty self-explanatory... To make it simple. ;) You'll notice some duplicates, too -- they were from celebration requests!
A Show of Thanks - Hunter x Fem!Reader - part two of a request where Reader nurses Hunter back to health... and they bang.
Feral Hunter, Delighted Reader - F Reader
"Make me forget today" - F Reader
"Are you wearing my shirt?" - F Reader
"I swear, I'll bite you..." - GN Reader
"I'm trying to be sexy and you're laughing!" - GN Reader and FANART
"That ass is mine." - GN Reader
Restrained (tied up Hunter) - F Reader and fanart!
Hunter Has No Business Looking This Good - F Reader inspired by fanart
TBB Prompt Event #1 - Delicious Smut with Hunter x F Reader
Across the Years - F Reader, longtime established relationship
“I’m not wearing anything under this” - F reader
You. Crosshair. One Bed. - F Reader - four-part ficlet
"Make me forget today" - GN Reader
"I'll bite you... Please do!" - GN Reader
"Why is there a rope next to the bed? - GN Reader
"Oh, someone likes praise..." - F Reader
Sensual Baking - F Reader
A Striptease from Crosshair?! - F Reader
Lovemaking vs. Bangin - F Reader
Suck it Long, Suck it Hard (LOL omg) - F Reader
Giving in and Giving it Good (against the wall) - F Reader
"I'm literally naked." - GN Reader
"Someone likes praise..." - F Reader
Tech Tries a New Technique - F Reader that's honestly written as a joke... But is quite entertaining.
Tech's First Time - F Reader
Always and Forever - F Reader, longtime established relationship
The Buffet is Open - F Reader - food play, humor, and spice.
Falling in Love with Wrecker - F Reader - first time sweetness.
"Someone likes praise..." - skirt-wearing reader
"That's the most attractive thing I've ever seen." - GN Reader
"Just lay back and let me take care of you." - F Reader
Sweet, Melty First-Time Softness - F Reader
"I am NOT having sex in a closet!" - F Reader
Vibrator Play - F Reader
Training - F Reader - grappling leads to *grappling*; includes GORGEOUS artwork by @pinkiemme <3
Entwining Fingers - F Reader - with him on top. ;)
"Are you wearing JUST my helmet and kama?!" - F Reader
"Please make me forget today" - F Reader
"Are you wearing my shirt?" - GN Reader
“I am NOT having sex in a closet…”* - F Reader
Slightly Sub!Rex* - F Reader
Rex's First Time - F Reader
Fives: "I'm trying to be sexy and you're laughing!" - GN Reader
Fives: "That's the most attractive thing I've ever seen." - F Reader
Fives Defends You, Then Bangs You - F Reader
Kix Likes His Hair Pulled - F Reader
Jesse: "I'm trying to be sexy and you're laughing!" - F Reader
Feral Jesse - GN Reader
Dogma + Titty F*cking - F Reader I think? 😂
Vibrator Edging with Kix - F Reader
Wolffe: "That ass is mine." - GN Reader
Fox: "I'm literally naked." - GN Reader
Howzer: "Someone likes praise..." - GN Reader
Cody: "That is the most attractive thing I've ever seen." - GN Reader
Cody: Passion After a Near-Death Experience* - F Reader
Gregor: Confessing Feelings and First Time* - F Reader - a two-part series
Howzer: First Time Wedding Night - F Reader - bonus scene from a longfic
I couldn't resist writing the "wedding night" from my Howzer x OC longfic but I'm keeping it over here since the fic is PG-13 otherwise. 😉 They just had such a sweet build-up, the friends to lovers thing, the depth of their connection and the satisfaction of their fulfillment... It made for a really tender scene.
Howzer x Fem!OC, established friends-to-lovers
Word Count: 3k
Pretty vanilla content -- unprotected P in V and all the sweetness, gentleness, and love you could ask for. 🥹
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The door slammed a bit more loudly than he’d meant it to, and they both jumped at the sound before snickering as their eyes met again. He set her gently on the edge of the bed, immediately pressing himself close between where her legs dangled on either side of his knees. Cupping her face in his hands, he could only spare a second for a meaningful gaze of gratitude and affection before kissing her deeply, and even that lasted only a few seconds as they both realized fairly quickly that it was an impossibly awkward angle, with her face tilted sharply upward and him hunched over her. He stepped back, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
“Wait,” Aurelia said, pushing herself to her feet all of a sudden. He froze, eyes large in trepidation as he awaited her next words. She made an awkwardly endearing face, scrunching her nose sheepishly before continuing. “I… um… Can I shower?”
He laughed, shoulders releasing from a tension he hadn’t meant to gather, and he nodded, stepping back to allow her to pass by. She stopped in the doorway, reaching out to trace a single finger down the center of his chest.
“Besides,” she murmured, her best attempt at a sexy smolder, “I want to unwrap my present myself.”
A million ridiculous innuendos flashed across Howzer’s face but quickly melted into the background as he brought himself back to the present, which he could hardly believe was actually happening.
“What, no witty retort?” she continued teasingly, and he huffed a short laugh.
“You go take your shower and pretty soon it’ll be you who’s speechless,” he returned evenly, and the shock on both their faces left a thick moment of silence between them. Aurelia was floored and aroused all at once, and her lips twitched along with her futile search for words. “That’s right,” Howzer continued, stuffing down how utterly ridiculous he likely sounded. “And… when you come back… Uhh.”
It was clear that he was running out of steam, and she grinned at his ever-changing expressions. “You’re gonna rock my world?” she attempted.
“Probably not,” he sighed in a defeated tone that was only partially a joke. Now it was she who laughed, still reeling in disbelief at the complete coexistence of friendship and passion, intimacy and desire. It definitely wasn’t at all like the rushed, self-gratifying one night stands that had been her only experiences so far; it was something new entirely and yet it somehow felt like home. “You know I have no idea what I’m doing,” he finished lamely.
“You’re a good problem solver,” she said, leaning in to kiss that beloved scar on his cheek. “I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out.” His heart flipped in his chest as she disappeared out the door toward the refresher, and he swallowed hard before taking a deep breath and blowing it out heavily.
He heard the water turn on and fidgeted with his hands, realizing he didn’t know what to do with himself. He sniffed under his arms then ventured out into the kitchen to give himself a quick wipe with some wet paper towels. Only a few minutes passed and yet he was able to find quite a litany of things to suddenly be concerned about, and he was surprised and indignant to recognize the amount of anxiety that had seemingly come out of nowhere. Another slow inhale and exhale accompanied him to the large transparisteel panels, where he gazed across the city skyline to the rocky terrain beyond.
The refresher door snapped him out of his reverie, and as Aurelia emerged wrapped in a towel, he stood up a little straighter, unable to tear his gaze from her own dark eyes. They put him completely at ease, invited him to relax with a completely loving regard for all that he was, through and through. His cheeks curved into a small smile, and he followed her into the bedroom. It was dimly lit by the glow of the city around the edges of the curtains, just enough to faintly illuminate edges and expressions.
She’d quickly tucked herself under the covers, but he noticed the towel poking out from around the corner of the bed where it lay on the floor, and he swallowed again at the thought of what lay beneath her blankets. He slowly climbed in next to her, pulling the cover over his lap and sitting beside her. She immediately snuggled against him.
“We don’t have to do anything, you know,” she said quietly, despite her racing pulse and the tingles running along her skin.
“There is nothing I want more,” he admitted, meeting her eyes again with a spark in his own. “I’m just…” He faltered, and she didn’t think she could love him any more as he remained vulnerable beside her. Sometimes actions were easier than words, so she thought she might give that a try. She sat up to run her fingers through his hair, watching in satisfaction as his eyes relaxed shut and he let out a quiet breath. She repeated the process, tracing them down the side of his head, around the outside of his ear, and along his jaw, and dropping them off the end of his chin to rest on his chest again.
“Kiss me?” she said, so softly that it was barely audible. His eyes flew open, excitement having replaced the nervousness, and he leaned into her immediately, caressing her face as his lips gently met hers. The dampening swirls of hesitation and insecurity subsided, allowing the small flame between them to grow slowly and steadily. He lingered for a moment, pulled back with the soft sound of mouths parting, then leaned his forehead on hers, leaving his eyes closed in total bliss. She couldn’t stop smiling, flattening her hand against him and stroking up and over his shoulder to pull him even closer. The only thing between them was the thin layer of his blacks, which Aurelia suddenly realized.
Her fingers found the hem of his shirt, and she sat up a bit, reaching her other hand to tug it over his head. In doing so, the comforter fell from her grasp, leaving her top half uncovered. When his head emerged, hair scattered messily over his head now, he noticed her bare shoulders but rapidly jerked his eyes back up to hers, earning a quickly-stifled giggle from her.
“Sorry,” he sighed, a smile touching his eyes. “It’s all…”
“It’s all just us,” she whispered, her desire growing by the instant as her gaze drifted adoringly over his form. “Just you and me. Enjoying each other. Loving each other.” He exhaled again, and the way his eyes darkened thrilled her to the core.
“Loving each other,” he echoed softly, stroking up the outside of her arm before tracing the backs of his fingers lightly across her collarbone. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her cheek and nuzzling her face away to expose her neck, where he moved his lips to begin trailing kisses from her ear to her shoulder. She shivered, opening herself up to him as his fingers idly traced adoration and his lips explored her skin.
“Howzer…” she murmured dreamily, basking in his affection. He jerked his head up, regarding her with intense focus.
“Hm?” he answered, suddenly alert. “What?” She grinned and shook her head, closing her eyes again as he stared at her, attuned to her every movement.
“I just like saying your name,” she admitted, and his eyebrows rose in realization. He couldn’t resist a smile, stroking her cheek before allowing his hand to wander down her shoulder and arm again. He nestled his face against her neck, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as his hand moved to her stomach, fingers shaking before he rested them against her, feeling her stiffen slightly.
“Good?” he whispered.
“I hate my stomach,” she whispered back.
“Well I love it,” he answered, tipping her face up with his other hand to kiss her deeply, wanting her to feel just how much he meant it. His movements were jerky, awkward, and Aurelia thought a little rest might help. She pulled away to lie down flat, patting the bed next to her to invite him to do the same. He acquiesced and she immediately snuggled into his side, unable to resist touching his torso. Leaning on his arm where it tucked above her shoulder, she kissed his cheek again, then danced her fingers along the waistband of the bottoms of his blacks.
He tried to hide his sharp inhale, but it was no use. Now it was he who tensed as she stroked one last tantalizing pass from hip to him before snapping the elastic lightly against him and giving them a little tug. Howzer suddenly didn’t feel so patient, and he helped her pull them to his knees, where he squirmed out of them and kicked them off with one foot. She didn’t miss the way he deftly pulled the sheet up to his waist.
He rolled to his side to face her, brushing a few stray curls out of her face, and she entwined her limbs with his as they’d done on the couch, only now they relished the tender intimacy of skin on skin, hearts beating quickly against one another. She could feel his length against her thigh, eager and aroused as much as she was. But he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her again. And again. And again.
Tongues met. Lips tugged. Faces pressed together and came apart with increasing urgency. She writhed against him, savoring the sensations of his muscular form wrapped around her own, and her movements earned an unsuccessfully stifled groan from him. He caressed her more firmly now, mouth roving from hers to her neck, hands sliding along her waist and thighs. When she slipped a hand between them to brush it against his cock, he gasped, involuntarily bucking his hips in need.
“We can take our time,” she murmured against his cheek, her breath tickling his ear and making him shiver. She did genuinely want to give him space, but it was mostly teasing as she was fairly certain he wouldn’t take her up on the offer.
“I don’t want to,” he purred, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. He’d been right all those years ago, she remembered with a smile — she wanted him bad.
She pushed him into his back, climbing on top and straddling him carefully to rest most of her weight on his hips, settling her core against his hard length. His eyes were large, dark with desire and completely enamored at the sight of her. He set his palms on her thighs, unsure what else to do with his hands as he reeled from the sensation of her hot sex pressed against him. But then she leaned forward, cupping the back of his head and burying her fingers in his hair as she flattened herself against him.
His scent. His breath. His movements that revealed a slight insecurity beneath barely-restrained ardor. His gaze. His chest. His lips, locked against hers again as they began to move together, arms and legs sliding against one another. She could drown in all of it and die happy. She gripped his shoulder as his arm flexed around her, pulling her ever closer, and her open-mouthed kisses on his sternum enticed a heavy exhale from him.
Gods, it was intoxicating. She almost had to force herself to sit up, but she desperately wanted every inch of him. He flung his head back against the pillow as she tilted her hips to line him up with her entrance, both hands resting on his broad, heaving chest. Leaning over him a little, she pressed against him, biting back a breathy gasp as she took in his tip. He dropped his chin, eyes flitting down to their connected bodies before meeting her gaze. She slid down on him a little further, pausing again to relish the stretch and to enjoy the way his eyebrows curved up in the middle as he surrendered to utter bliss.
Holding herself up with one hand now, she cupped his face with the other, tucking her fingers behind his ear and brushing his cheekbone with an adoring thumb. His hands stroked up and down her thighs, and she moved back up, allowing him almost all the way out before taking him deeper this time. He pressed his forehead against hers, unable to resist shifting his own hips to meet her and cursing under his breath as he sank in. They shared breaths as she sat on him fully, letting out a little moan at the way he filled her perfectly. She wrapped an arm behind him as she began to move, dragging his length along her slick, hot walls as his stifled whimpers grew into needy groans. They rocked together languidly, shifting angles to get closer, deeper, and she was getting quite into it when he’d suddenly spoke.
“Wait,” he panted, eyes finally opening to look at her. “I…” he paused sheepishly. “I’m too close.”
“Then it’s time for you to do the work,” she grinned, sliding off of him and laying on her back. He would have chuckled if he weren’t so completely lost in desire and delight, and he climbed over her quickly. “Damn you’re hot,” she whispered, kissing the inside of a wrist beside her head where he held himself up.
Howzer couldn’t reply, focused as he was. He lowered himself against her, finding her entrance again and pressing in. She wrapped her legs around him, gripping his thighs as they flexed in her hands with his slow, intentional movements. He sank in so deep, causing a flicker of discomfort until she changed the angle slightly, turning it into utter bliss. Whispered encouragement and increasingly unhindered moans coaxed him into a steadier rhythm; he stroked a hand up her side, grazing a breast and opening his eyes quickly as though he just remembered they were there. Maintaining his pace, he cupped it gently, biting his lip as he stroked.
“You’re amazing,” Aurelia breathed, feeling a wave of confidence from him in response. He gave her chest another careful squeeze, then moved his hips more quickly, driving into her again and again. “Yeahhh, just like that…” she panted, turning her face to press it against his arm as he thrust harder in response. “Fuck, it’s so good,” she whined, beyond caring how surprising it might sound for the two of them. She was losing herself in him, and his deep groan in response only fueled the fire.
“You…” he exhaled. But he couldn’t finish the sentence, brows furrowing. “What…?”
“Keep going.” It was all she could muster, slipping a hand between them again to circle her clit with a couple fingers. His pace was quickly growing erratic, and her provocative words as well as the feeling of her touching herself was too much. He came fast and hard, seemingly without his permission as he couldn’t hold back any longer. His heavy breaths, white-knuckled grip on the sheets beside her head, and slick sensation of his release were all pushing her closer to her own climax, but then he began to slow. “Nonono, don’t stop!” she said urgently, and he quickly resumed his thrusting after a sharp inhale. He was on a mission now, and the sound of his low, determined growl sent her over the edge. She gasped and whined as she clenched around him, head thrown back and fingers digging into his ass, and he kept going as long as he could, fireworks continuing in his head as she writhed in ecstasy. Their movements were in sync, bodies on fire with pleasure and passion that lit up every nerve. When the waves finally subsided, allowing her to come down from the unbelievable satisfaction of the peak he’d brought her to, Howzer pulled out and collapsed beside her, chest rising and falling as he tried to regain any sense of anything.
But none of it really registered, just her. Her soft form on the bed beside him. The unbelievable sensation of being one in every way. The white hot electricity that had broken across him as they’d moved in unison followed by the deepest contentment he’d ever known.
A few breaths later, she tucked herself against his side again, ignoring the mess between her legs in favor of his gentle hum and the snugness of his arm around her shoulders. They basked in the delight of it all for a few minutes, connected in satisfied silence. Her fingers toyed idly with his light smattering of chest hair, and he pressed his lips against her hair for a lingering kiss full of adoration. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.
“That… that was…”
“Kriffing amazing,” she filled in, cheek curving into a smile against the side of his chest. He sighed again, then finished his thought.
“That was Reli nice.”
She burst into laughter, rolling onto her back and clapping a hand over her mouth as he beamed at her, thoroughly delighted with himself. Her giggles quieted and she looked at him again, warmth and affection written across her face along with a little sparkle of something else as she pointed toward the door.
“Get out.”
He chuckled, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead. Joy and love radiated from his core, more than he’d ever thought he would feel in his lifetime, and her deep sigh completed his sense of fulfillment.
“I could do that forever,” he murmured. “Well, with breaks.” She smiled against him.
“Well we’ve got all the time in the world.”
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Free, of course I've been looking forward to anything new with these two since I finished the longfic, or what you had completed at that point anyway. And I absolutely love that what I got for my patience was some adorably smutty Howzer!! That was a very pleasant surprise!!
When you mentioned that's what you thought you would be writing before anymore of the main storyline, I thought to myself...
And I was right. It was awesome!
And we got a good dose of awkward right at the beginning...
“Besides,” she murmured, her best attempt at a sexy smolder, “I want to unwrap my present myself.”
A million ridiculous innuendos flashed across Howzer’s face but quickly melted into the background as he brought himself back to the present, which he could hardly believe was actually happening.
“What, no witty retort?” she continued teasingly, and he huffed a short laugh.
“You go take your shower and pretty soon it’ll be you who’s speechless,” he returned evenly, and the shock on both their faces left a thick moment of silence between them.
I love how that surprised both of them!! He even surprised himself!!
But then...
“That’s right,” Howzer continued, stuffing down how utterly ridiculous he likely sounded. “And… when you come back… Uhh.”
It was clear that he was running out of steam, and she grinned at his ever-changing expressions. “You’re gonna rock my world?” she attempted.
“Probably not,” he sighed in a defeated tone that was only partially a joke.
Oh poor Howzer!! You sweet little puppy dog!
“You know I have no idea what I’m doing,” he finished lamely.
If a guy had told me that, I'd have been on my knees so fast his cock would've spun.
It's so honest and sweet and adorably vulnerable.
And when he saw more of her bare skin...
When his head emerged, hair scattered messily over his head now, he noticed her bare shoulders but rapidly jerked his eyes back up to hers, earning a quickly-stifled giggle from her.
And then he was sweetly dorky all the way to the end:
“I could do that forever,” he murmured. “Well, with breaks.” She smiled against him.
I couldn't resist writing the "wedding night" from my Howzer x OC longfic but I'm keeping it over here since the fic is PG-13 otherwise. 😉 They just had such a sweet build-up, the friends to lovers thing, the depth of their connection and the satisfaction of their fulfillment... It made for a really tender scene.
Howzer x Fem!OC, established friends-to-lovers
Word Count: 3k
Pretty vanilla content -- unprotected P in V and all the sweetness, gentleness, and love you could ask for. 🥹
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The door slammed a bit more loudly than he’d meant it to, and they both jumped at the sound before snickering as their eyes met again. He set her gently on the edge of the bed, immediately pressing himself close between where her legs dangled on either side of his knees. Cupping her face in his hands, he could only spare a second for a meaningful gaze of gratitude and affection before kissing her deeply, and even that lasted only a few seconds as they both realized fairly quickly that it was an impossibly awkward angle, with her face tilted sharply upward and him hunched over her. He stepped back, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.
“Wait,” Aurelia said, pushing herself to her feet all of a sudden. He froze, eyes large in trepidation as he awaited her next words. She made an awkwardly endearing face, scrunching her nose sheepishly before continuing. “I… um… Can I shower?”
He laughed, shoulders releasing from a tension he hadn’t meant to gather, and he nodded, stepping back to allow her to pass by. She stopped in the doorway, reaching out to trace a single finger down the center of his chest.
“Besides,” she murmured, her best attempt at a sexy smolder, “I want to unwrap my present myself.”
A million ridiculous innuendos flashed across Howzer’s face but quickly melted into the background as he brought himself back to the present, which he could hardly believe was actually happening.
“What, no witty retort?” she continued teasingly, and he huffed a short laugh.
“You go take your shower and pretty soon it’ll be you who’s speechless,” he returned evenly, and the shock on both their faces left a thick moment of silence between them. Aurelia was floored and aroused all at once, and her lips twitched along with her futile search for words. “That’s right,” Howzer continued, stuffing down how utterly ridiculous he likely sounded. “And… when you come back… Uhh.”
It was clear that he was running out of steam, and she grinned at his ever-changing expressions. “You’re gonna rock my world?” she attempted.
“Probably not,” he sighed in a defeated tone that was only partially a joke. Now it was she who laughed, still reeling in disbelief at the complete coexistence of friendship and passion, intimacy and desire. It definitely wasn’t at all like the rushed, self-gratifying one night stands that had been her only experiences so far; it was something new entirely and yet it somehow felt like home. “You know I have no idea what I’m doing,” he finished lamely.
“You’re a good problem solver,” she said, leaning in to kiss that beloved scar on his cheek. “I’m sure we’ll be able to figure something out.” His heart flipped in his chest as she disappeared out the door toward the refresher, and he swallowed hard before taking a deep breath and blowing it out heavily.
He heard the water turn on and fidgeted with his hands, realizing he didn’t know what to do with himself. He sniffed under his arms then ventured out into the kitchen to give himself a quick wipe with some wet paper towels. Only a few minutes passed and yet he was able to find quite a litany of things to suddenly be concerned about, and he was surprised and indignant to recognize the amount of anxiety that had seemingly come out of nowhere. Another slow inhale and exhale accompanied him to the large transparisteel panels, where he gazed across the city skyline to the rocky terrain beyond.
The refresher door snapped him out of his reverie, and as Aurelia emerged wrapped in a towel, he stood up a little straighter, unable to tear his gaze from her own dark eyes. They put him completely at ease, invited him to relax with a completely loving regard for all that he was, through and through. His cheeks curved into a small smile, and he followed her into the bedroom. It was dimly lit by the glow of the city around the edges of the curtains, just enough to faintly illuminate edges and expressions.
She’d quickly tucked herself under the covers, but he noticed the towel poking out from around the corner of the bed where it lay on the floor, and he swallowed again at the thought of what lay beneath her blankets. He slowly climbed in next to her, pulling the cover over his lap and sitting beside her. She immediately snuggled against him.
“We don’t have to do anything, you know,” she said quietly, despite her racing pulse and the tingles running along her skin.
“There is nothing I want more,” he admitted, meeting her eyes again with a spark in his own. “I’m just…” He faltered, and she didn’t think she could love him any more as he remained vulnerable beside her. Sometimes actions were easier than words, so she thought she might give that a try. She sat up to run her fingers through his hair, watching in satisfaction as his eyes relaxed shut and he let out a quiet breath. She repeated the process, tracing them down the side of his head, around the outside of his ear, and along his jaw, and dropping them off the end of his chin to rest on his chest again.
“Kiss me?” she said, so softly that it was barely audible. His eyes flew open, excitement having replaced the nervousness, and he leaned into her immediately, caressing her face as his lips gently met hers. The dampening swirls of hesitation and insecurity subsided, allowing the small flame between them to grow slowly and steadily. He lingered for a moment, pulled back with the soft sound of mouths parting, then leaned his forehead on hers, leaving his eyes closed in total bliss. She couldn’t stop smiling, flattening her hand against him and stroking up and over his shoulder to pull him even closer. The only thing between them was the thin layer of his blacks, which Aurelia suddenly realized.
Her fingers found the hem of his shirt, and she sat up a bit, reaching her other hand to tug it over his head. In doing so, the comforter fell from her grasp, leaving her top half uncovered. When his head emerged, hair scattered messily over his head now, he noticed her bare shoulders but rapidly jerked his eyes back up to hers, earning a quickly-stifled giggle from her.
“Sorry,” he sighed, a smile touching his eyes. “It’s all…”
“It’s all just us,” she whispered, her desire growing by the instant as her gaze drifted adoringly over his form. “Just you and me. Enjoying each other. Loving each other.” He exhaled again, and the way his eyes darkened thrilled her to the core.
“Loving each other,” he echoed softly, stroking up the outside of her arm before tracing the backs of his fingers lightly across her collarbone. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her cheek and nuzzling her face away to expose her neck, where he moved his lips to begin trailing kisses from her ear to her shoulder. She shivered, opening herself up to him as his fingers idly traced adoration and his lips explored her skin.
“Howzer…” she murmured dreamily, basking in his affection. He jerked his head up, regarding her with intense focus.
“Hm?” he answered, suddenly alert. “What?” She grinned and shook her head, closing her eyes again as he stared at her, attuned to her every movement.
“I just like saying your name,” she admitted, and his eyebrows rose in realization. He couldn’t resist a smile, stroking her cheek before allowing his hand to wander down her shoulder and arm again. He nestled his face against her neck, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as his hand moved to her stomach, fingers shaking before he rested them against her, feeling her stiffen slightly.
“Good?” he whispered.
“I hate my stomach,” she whispered back.
“Well I love it,” he answered, tipping her face up with his other hand to kiss her deeply, wanting her to feel just how much he meant it. His movements were jerky, awkward, and Aurelia thought a little rest might help. She pulled away to lie down flat, patting the bed next to her to invite him to do the same. He acquiesced and she immediately snuggled into his side, unable to resist touching his torso. Leaning on his arm where it tucked above her shoulder, she kissed his cheek again, then danced her fingers along the waistband of the bottoms of his blacks.
He tried to hide his sharp inhale, but it was no use. Now it was he who tensed as she stroked one last tantalizing pass from hip to him before snapping the elastic lightly against him and giving them a little tug. Howzer suddenly didn’t feel so patient, and he helped her pull them to his knees, where he squirmed out of them and kicked them off with one foot. She didn’t miss the way he deftly pulled the sheet up to his waist.
He rolled to his side to face her, brushing a few stray curls out of her face, and she entwined her limbs with his as they’d done on the couch, only now they relished the tender intimacy of skin on skin, hearts beating quickly against one another. She could feel his length against her thigh, eager and aroused as much as she was. But he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her again. And again. And again.
Tongues met. Lips tugged. Faces pressed together and came apart with increasing urgency. She writhed against him, savoring the sensations of his muscular form wrapped around her own, and her movements earned an unsuccessfully stifled groan from him. He caressed her more firmly now, mouth roving from hers to her neck, hands sliding along her waist and thighs. When she slipped a hand between them to brush it against his cock, he gasped, involuntarily bucking his hips in need.
“We can take our time,” she murmured against his cheek, her breath tickling his ear and making him shiver. She did genuinely want to give him space, but it was mostly teasing as she was fairly certain he wouldn’t take her up on the offer.
“I don’t want to,” he purred, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. He’d been right all those years ago, she remembered with a smile — she wanted him bad.
She pushed him into his back, climbing on top and straddling him carefully to rest most of her weight on his hips, settling her core against his hard length. His eyes were large, dark with desire and completely enamored at the sight of her. He set his palms on her thighs, unsure what else to do with his hands as he reeled from the sensation of her hot sex pressed against him. But then she leaned forward, cupping the back of his head and burying her fingers in his hair as she flattened herself against him.
His scent. His breath. His movements that revealed a slight insecurity beneath barely-restrained ardor. His gaze. His chest. His lips, locked against hers again as they began to move together, arms and legs sliding against one another. She could drown in all of it and die happy. She gripped his shoulder as his arm flexed around her, pulling her ever closer, and her open-mouthed kisses on his sternum enticed a heavy exhale from him.
Gods, it was intoxicating. She almost had to force herself to sit up, but she desperately wanted every inch of him. He flung his head back against the pillow as she tilted her hips to line him up with her entrance, both hands resting on his broad, heaving chest. Leaning over him a little, she pressed against him, biting back a breathy gasp as she took in his tip. He dropped his chin, eyes flitting down to their connected bodies before meeting her gaze. She slid down on him a little further, pausing again to relish the stretch and to enjoy the way his eyebrows curved up in the middle as he surrendered to utter bliss.
Holding herself up with one hand now, she cupped his face with the other, tucking her fingers behind his ear and brushing his cheekbone with an adoring thumb. His hands stroked up and down her thighs, and she moved back up, allowing him almost all the way out before taking him deeper this time. He pressed his forehead against hers, unable to resist shifting his own hips to meet her and cursing under his breath as he sank in. They shared breaths as she sat on him fully, letting out a little moan at the way he filled her perfectly. She wrapped an arm behind him as she began to move, dragging his length along her slick, hot walls as his stifled whimpers grew into needy groans. They rocked together languidly, shifting angles to get closer, deeper, and she was getting quite into it when he’d suddenly spoke.
“Wait,” he panted, eyes finally opening to look at her. “I…” he paused sheepishly. “I’m too close.”
“Then it’s time for you to do the work,” she grinned, sliding off of him and laying on her back. He would have chuckled if he weren’t so completely lost in desire and delight, and he climbed over her quickly. “Damn you’re hot,” she whispered, kissing the inside of a wrist beside her head where he held himself up.
Howzer couldn’t reply, focused as he was. He lowered himself against her, finding her entrance again and pressing in. She wrapped her legs around him, gripping his thighs as they flexed in her hands with his slow, intentional movements. He sank in so deep, causing a flicker of discomfort until she changed the angle slightly, turning it into utter bliss. Whispered encouragement and increasingly unhindered moans coaxed him into a steadier rhythm; he stroked a hand up her side, grazing a breast and opening his eyes quickly as though he just remembered they were there. Maintaining his pace, he cupped it gently, biting his lip as he stroked.
“You’re amazing,” Aurelia breathed, feeling a wave of confidence from him in response. He gave her chest another careful squeeze, then moved his hips more quickly, driving into her again and again. “Yeahhh, just like that…” she panted, turning her face to press it against his arm as he thrust harder in response. “Fuck, it’s so good,” she whined, beyond caring how surprising it might sound for the two of them. She was losing herself in him, and his deep groan in response only fueled the fire.
“You…” he exhaled. But he couldn’t finish the sentence, brows furrowing. “What…?”
“Keep going.” It was all she could muster, slipping a hand between them again to circle her clit with a couple fingers. His pace was quickly growing erratic, and her provocative words as well as the feeling of her touching herself was too much. He came fast and hard, seemingly without his permission as he couldn’t hold back any longer. His heavy breaths, white-knuckled grip on the sheets beside her head, and slick sensation of his release were all pushing her closer to her own climax, but then he began to slow. “Nonono, don’t stop!” she said urgently, and he quickly resumed his thrusting after a sharp inhale. He was on a mission now, and the sound of his low, determined growl sent her over the edge. She gasped and whined as she clenched around him, head thrown back and fingers digging into his ass, and he kept going as long as he could, fireworks continuing in his head as she writhed in ecstasy. Their movements were in sync, bodies on fire with pleasure and passion that lit up every nerve. When the waves finally subsided, allowing her to come down from the unbelievable satisfaction of the peak he’d brought her to, Howzer pulled out and collapsed beside her, chest rising and falling as he tried to regain any sense of anything.
But none of it really registered, just her. Her soft form on the bed beside him. The unbelievable sensation of being one in every way. The white hot electricity that had broken across him as they’d moved in unison followed by the deepest contentment he’d ever known.
A few breaths later, she tucked herself against his side again, ignoring the mess between her legs in favor of his gentle hum and the snugness of his arm around her shoulders. They basked in the delight of it all for a few minutes, connected in satisfied silence. Her fingers toyed idly with his light smattering of chest hair, and he pressed his lips against her hair for a lingering kiss full of adoration. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.
“That… that was…”
“Kriffing amazing,” she filled in, cheek curving into a smile against the side of his chest. He sighed again, then finished his thought.
“That was Reli nice.”
She burst into laughter, rolling onto her back and clapping a hand over her mouth as he beamed at her, thoroughly delighted with himself. Her giggles quieted and she looked at him again, warmth and affection written across her face along with a little sparkle of something else as she pointed toward the door.
“Get out.”
He chuckled, pulling her closer and kissing her forehead. Joy and love radiated from his core, more than he’d ever thought he would feel in his lifetime, and her deep sigh completed his sense of fulfillment.
“I could do that forever,” he murmured. “Well, with breaks.” She smiled against him.
“Well we’ve got all the time in the world.”
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Free, thanks for doing this! This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)
It ended up not taking as long as I thought it would to decide...
Instead of going with my usual predictability of asking for a Hunter fic, I will ask for an only slightly less predictable Howzer fic!
"Side lying" was so dang tempting...but it didn't work with the other thing I wanted included, so instead I would like:
"Watching you masturbate (vibrator included if possible)" with a healthy dose of "breast play"...perhaps a he's helping up there while she's busy down there kind of thing. An "It's Shake 'n' Bake, and I helped!" situation (I don't mean to include that in the fic, it's just something I always say.)
But only if that works. If not, feel free to change it how it would be best for you!
Thanks again but no pressure!! If it doesn't work or if you get too many requests, that's ok!
Much love,
Carol
I'M BACK BITCHES! 😂 Not you, Carol, you're a saint. WHO WANTS SOME SMUT AT 11AM ON A THURSDAY? 🤣
Anywayyyy, I was in a *mood* last night, so here we are. I apologize in advance cause I'm rusty AF but I thought you'd be the most deserving (aka forgiving) recipient of my first request in ages, LOL. So... fifteen months later... here you go! 😜 And I didn’t proofread it cause I’m feelin wild and free. 🤣
Howzer x F Reader - 1.8k words
Content: breast play, a whiff of brat taming, a whiff of dom!Howzer, fingering, vibrator, did I mention breast play? ;)
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He dragged his tongue up the side of your neck, and what might otherwise tickle or repel you now sent a wave of electricity through you, straight between your legs. You arched your back, nestling your butt closer against him where you both lay naked and spooning, and shifted against his erection in no subtle way. An enticingly breathy sigh escaped your lips as you felt its length pressing against you, but it faded into protest as he drew away, tucking himself out of reach of your nefarious ass. He grinned, one hand propping up his head while the other glided along your side toward a breast. Teasing fingers barely grazed back and forth along the bottom of its curve before continuing up your shoulder and around your neck, ever so gently.
“Not yet,” he rumbled against the side of your face as he brushed a thumb along your jaw.
“Not fair,” you groaned.
“Not my fault,” he returned with the flicker of a smile at the corner of his lips where they pressed against your cheek, your temple, your neck, your collarbone…
* * *
You’d known he was coming for you from the moment he walked in the door that night. A mission debrief had kept him late, and the two of you had spent the better part of the day exchanging increasingly spicy comms, the last of which was sent while you idly stirred the creamy soup you’d been keeping warm on the stove for him. You knew the potential when the spark of novelty met the depth and familiarity of old love in bodies entwined, and you found yourself shifting in your silky pajamas, a craving ache in your core. The dim evening light made his eyes look darker, and his lips had brushed against yours a second longer than usual in greeting, softer and heavier.
“What’s this?” he smirked, giving your camisole a playful tug after cleaning up and changing into a thin t-shirt and the soft sweatpants he knew you liked.
“Proper cooking attire.”
“Hmmph.” He didn’t argue, rather fitted his form along your back, hands slowly reaching around your hips.
“Hungry?” you asked, turning off the burner and leaning into his touch.
“Yes.” He pulled you tight against his chest, one hand sliding straight up the middle of your front to hold you close, fingers splayed across your collarbone.
The soup was the last thing on his mind as you squirmed around to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying a hand in the hair on the back of his head before pulling him down and kissing him hard. He almost whimpered.
Almost.
Instead his hands were on you immediately – sliding up a thigh, cupping your ass with a firm grip, resting between your shoulders. You writhed against him and he pressed into you, as though the two of you could become one against the kitchen counter. Kisses grew messy. Cheeks reddened. Lips swelled. A trail of kisses down the side of your neck stoked the fire ever further.
“Bed. Now,” you demanded, pushing him back. He chuckled, normally the one to obediently follow your lead, but he wasn’t feeling that tonight. Instead he came right back, grabbing your thigh and lifting it around him as he kissed you again. His tongue flickered against your own, and you arched your back to grind against him as he dragged his teeth gently across your lower lip.
“You don’t always get to call the shots, princess,” he murmured, releasing your mouth to kiss your jaw and nip your earlobe. “It’s about time someone stood up to you, I think.”
“Oh really?” you laughed, equally aroused and indignant. Any further retort died on your lips as he pressed his erection against your thinly-clothed sex; the thick fabric of his sweatpants increasing the friction. He was in a mood, and it was insanely hot.
That was ten minutes ago.
Ten minutes of making out. Being lifted onto the counter and ravaged within an inch of your sanity. Kissing and sucking and nipping and caressing. Your top was gone, shorts hanging on by a thread as you writhed against his front. You wanted to beg. Gods, you wanted to beg. But you were not one to beg. So you’d get your way…
Or so you thought.
He’d lifted you against him, soldier muscles taut as he relished your weight in his arms, then carried you to your bedroom. He’d tucked you under a soft sheet, pulled your shorts to your toes where you kicked them off, and laid against your backside, naked and radiating heat. And now he was teasing you, drawing every last miserable second out into an eternity as his deft fingers glided along your skin. You didn’t know what he was waiting for, and he seemed to be quite enjoying your flustered impatience.
You shifted your ass against him again, grinding against his cock as you grabbed one of his hands in your own, guiding it toward your chest. But he pulled it back, scolding you in your ear with a sinful whisper before grabbing both your wrists in one hand and drawing them over your head, rolling you onto your back as he pinned them there. You felt exposed and electrified, nipples pebbling in the cool night air as he gazed down at you.
“Stubborn, aren’t you?”
“Goddamnit,” you breathed, insanely turned on but yes, stubborn as hell.
He moved down a bit, keeping your hands pinned as he trailed kisses down your neck and chest until they got to a breast, where he paused with a warm, open-mouthed exhale across it. You bit back a whine, settling instead to give him your best “fuck me” look when he glanced up at you, mouth hovering over a nipple. You’d never seen such a fiendish grin on his face in response, and he lowered his lips slowly. You arched your back again, aching for contact, and he flicked his tongue across the tip, sending a shock to your core. Your little gasp provoked him further, and he shifted his thighs around his cock, leaking and swollen between them. He licked a circle, once, twice, three times with more pressure each time, then without warning took as much of your breast into his mouth as he could, sucking and running his tongue along it.
You were too lost in the sensation to notice his hand gliding up the inside of your thigh.
That was five minutes ago.
Five minutes of his masterful fingers enticing your pussy. Feather-light tracing grew into firmer strokes. A finger inside drew out a full moan from you, and a sinisterly slow rub around your clit had you squirming. He’d released your wrists to prop himself up further, dragging his tongue across a breast before sucking hard enough to make your toes curl. The stimulation from above and below was echoing through your core as he sank two fingers in, groaning against your sternum as he felt your slick walls around him. It took all he had to keep from thrusting his cock into you right there, but the helpless whine it elicited from you set him on his course. Fingers in and out. Slowly. A thumb against the clit. Fueling the fire. Cool air across a nipple before careful teeth and a warm tongue. You were coming completely undone.
“You want something?” he asked, and you were suddenly aware that your stubbornness had flown out the window at the first finger.
“Please,” you whispered, aching in the best way. Gods, there was never such desperate need in your voice. And to know he’d been the one to do it to you…
He began to rub your pussy, broad strokes alternating with devastatingly accurate circles of your clit, and you could feel the waves building from deep inside. Your breathy praise encouraged his every movement, and he pressed his face against your neck, hot breath tickling your collarbone as his deft fingers wrote a symphony of sensation between your legs. But then he slowed.
“Oh hell no–” you began, smothered indignation melting into laughter as he covered your mouth with a hand. He rolled away for a moment, then came back brandishing your vibrator.
“So impatient,” he chided, replacing his hand with a kiss to your mouth as he passed the vibrator to you. He didn’t have to ask; you knew what he wanted. And you loved it.
“Gonna last like 13 seconds…” you murmured, smiling against his lips at the faint sound of a chuckle in his chest. He didn’t reply, but kissed you more deeply as you switched it on and dipped it between your legs, biting your lip immediately at the crash of sensation where you’d already been primed to the slightest touch. He sat up a bit, watching you move it from front to back, teasing your pussy as you squirmed, and thought he would explode. The sight of your furrowed brows, heaving chest, and glistening sex was driving him mad, and he closed his eyes for a moment, grasping one breast and kneading it firmly.
You pulled the vibrator away for a moment, absolutely spinning as nerves went off across your body like fireworks, His scent, his heat, his mouth, his hand… The desperate little sounds that he made to match your own as you pressed it against yourself again… He’d worked you into a near frenzy, and you clutched his arm, further aroused by his muscles as his hand ravaged one breast, then the other – cupping, pinching, caressing, squeezing… As he felt your response growing, he lowered his mouth once again, dragging his tongue across a nipple before taking it in his mouth, knowing it would drive you over the edge, and when your body tensed as moans turned into mewls, he buried his face, licking and sucking you through your climax. White hot electricity rocked through your body as he continued, slowing only with the movements of your hand as your unhindered gasps and whines sang his praises and slowly quieted.
When you closed your legs to the side with a huge exhale, basking drunkenly in the orgasmic glow, he grinned, pulling back to tuck himself neatly along your back again. A million pert comments ran through his mind, but none were strong enough to break through his thick haze of contentment. You shuddered, one residual wave of bliss, and started to roll to face him, murmuring something about his turn as you made a feeble grasp for his cock. He laughed, tucking you back neatly where you’d been, and kissed your shoulder blade.
“You just enjoy that,” he offered.
“I’m recharging for round two,” you said in mocking sternness.
“If you say so,” he conceded, a knowing grin softening his handsome face.
And the dynamics were back in play.
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You can't imagine the mental gymnastics my poor brain was going through trying to remember this fic. I assumed it was an old one, because you've been reblogging some of your older stuff. And I knew I hadn't submitted an ask in...a long time. But then I looked and there were no notes. And I thought, "How could I have not reblogged this when she wrote it for me?!" And I was upset with myself! And then I realized...oh, wait, this is new! Just an old ask! Whew, I'm not as crazy as I thought. :D
Thank you so much for filling this ask. It doesn't matter to me if it's 15 months later! I appreciate it just as much as I would have 15 months ago!
And I loved the opening where she was pretty much grinding against him with her ass, and yet he denied her! How dare he?! Very reminiscent of the meme I posted recently...when the breast is out (or in this case, the ass is grinding) and they're like, nah, not this time, I'm like...AS IF!
“What’s this?” he smirked, giving your camisole a playful tug after cleaning up and changing into a thin t-shirt and the soft sweatpants he knew you liked.
Oooh, Howzer in a THIN t-shirt, and those soft sweatpants. (I'm picturing them as gray and slung low on his hips.)
So let's see...let's go down my checklist of awesome things I love:
Neck kisses!
Mouth on earlobe!
Worship my breasts, please!
...he trailed kisses down your neck and chest until they got to a breast, where he paused with a warm, open-mouthed exhale across it.
...he glanced up at you, mouth hovering over a nipple.
...he lowered his lips slowly.
...he flicked his tongue across the tip, sending a shock to your core.
He licked a circle, once, twice, three times with more pressure each time...
...took as much of your breast into his mouth as he could, sucking and running his tongue along it.
That was some deeelicious breast play right there!!!
Then the cherry on top of my smutty sundae:
He rolled away for a moment, then came back brandishing your vibrator.
This was so perfect, Free. Thank you so much!! And what great timing, when we're just getting back into your Howzer longfic!! Something for Aurelia to look forward to. ;)
Free, thanks for doing this! This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)
It ended up not taking as long as I thought it would to decide...
Instead of going with my usual predictability of asking for a Hunter fic, I will ask for an only slightly less predictable Howzer fic!
"Side lying" was so dang tempting...but it didn't work with the other thing I wanted included, so instead I would like:
"Watching you masturbate (vibrator included if possible)" with a healthy dose of "breast play"...perhaps a he's helping up there while she's busy down there kind of thing. An "It's Shake 'n' Bake, and I helped!" situation (I don't mean to include that in the fic, it's just something I always say.)
But only if that works. If not, feel free to change it how it would be best for you!
Thanks again but no pressure!! If it doesn't work or if you get too many requests, that's ok!
Much love,
Carol
I'M BACK BITCHES! 😂 Not you, Carol, you're a saint. WHO WANTS SOME SMUT AT 11AM ON A THURSDAY? 🤣
Anywayyyy, I was in a *mood* last night, so here we are. I apologize in advance cause I'm rusty AF but I thought you'd be the most deserving (aka forgiving) recipient of my first request in ages, LOL. So... fifteen months later... here you go! 😜 And I didn’t proofread it cause I’m feelin wild and free. 🤣
Howzer x F Reader - 1.8k words
Content: breast play, a whiff of brat taming, a whiff of dom!Howzer, fingering, vibrator, did I mention breast play? ;)
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He dragged his tongue up the side of your neck, and what might otherwise tickle or repel you now sent a wave of electricity through you, straight between your legs. You arched your back, nestling your butt closer against him where you both lay naked and spooning, and shifted against his erection in no subtle way. An enticingly breathy sigh escaped your lips as you felt its length pressing against you, but it faded into protest as he drew away, tucking himself out of reach of your nefarious ass. He grinned, one hand propping up his head while the other glided along your side toward a breast. Teasing fingers barely grazed back and forth along the bottom of its curve before continuing up your shoulder and around your neck, ever so gently.
“Not yet,” he rumbled against the side of your face as he brushed a thumb along your jaw.
“Not fair,” you groaned.
“Not my fault,” he returned with the flicker of a smile at the corner of his lips where they pressed against your cheek, your temple, your neck, your collarbone…
* * *
You’d known he was coming for you from the moment he walked in the door that night. A mission debrief had kept him late, and the two of you had spent the better part of the day exchanging increasingly spicy comms, the last of which was sent while you idly stirred the creamy soup you’d been keeping warm on the stove for him. You knew the potential when the spark of novelty met the depth and familiarity of old love in bodies entwined, and you found yourself shifting in your silky pajamas, a craving ache in your core. The dim evening light made his eyes look darker, and his lips had brushed against yours a second longer than usual in greeting, softer and heavier.
“What’s this?” he smirked, giving your camisole a playful tug after cleaning up and changing into a thin t-shirt and the soft sweatpants he knew you liked.
“Proper cooking attire.”
“Hmmph.” He didn’t argue, rather fitted his form along your back, hands slowly reaching around your hips.
“Hungry?” you asked, turning off the burner and leaning into his touch.
“Yes.” He pulled you tight against his chest, one hand sliding straight up the middle of your front to hold you close, fingers splayed across your collarbone.
The soup was the last thing on his mind as you squirmed around to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying a hand in the hair on the back of his head before pulling him down and kissing him hard. He almost whimpered.
Almost.
Instead his hands were on you immediately – sliding up a thigh, cupping your ass with a firm grip, resting between your shoulders. You writhed against him and he pressed into you, as though the two of you could become one against the kitchen counter. Kisses grew messy. Cheeks reddened. Lips swelled. A trail of kisses down the side of your neck stoked the fire ever further.
“Bed. Now,” you demanded, pushing him back. He chuckled, normally the one to obediently follow your lead, but he wasn’t feeling that tonight. Instead he came right back, grabbing your thigh and lifting it around him as he kissed you again. His tongue flickered against your own, and you arched your back to grind against him as he dragged his teeth gently across your lower lip.
“You don’t always get to call the shots, princess,” he murmured, releasing your mouth to kiss your jaw and nip your earlobe. “It’s about time someone stood up to you, I think.”
“Oh really?” you laughed, equally aroused and indignant. Any further retort died on your lips as he pressed his erection against your thinly-clothed sex; the thick fabric of his sweatpants increasing the friction. He was in a mood, and it was insanely hot.
That was ten minutes ago.
Ten minutes of making out. Being lifted onto the counter and ravaged within an inch of your sanity. Kissing and sucking and nipping and caressing. Your top was gone, shorts hanging on by a thread as you writhed against his front. You wanted to beg. Gods, you wanted to beg. But you were not one to beg. So you’d get your way…
Or so you thought.
He’d lifted you against him, soldier muscles taut as he relished your weight in his arms, then carried you to your bedroom. He’d tucked you under a soft sheet, pulled your shorts to your toes where you kicked them off, and laid against your backside, naked and radiating heat. And now he was teasing you, drawing every last miserable second out into an eternity as his deft fingers glided along your skin. You didn’t know what he was waiting for, and he seemed to be quite enjoying your flustered impatience.
You shifted your ass against him again, grinding against his cock as you grabbed one of his hands in your own, guiding it toward your chest. But he pulled it back, scolding you in your ear with a sinful whisper before grabbing both your wrists in one hand and drawing them over your head, rolling you onto your back as he pinned them there. You felt exposed and electrified, nipples pebbling in the cool night air as he gazed down at you.
“Stubborn, aren’t you?”
“Goddamnit,” you breathed, insanely turned on but yes, stubborn as hell.
He moved down a bit, keeping your hands pinned as he trailed kisses down your neck and chest until they got to a breast, where he paused with a warm, open-mouthed exhale across it. You bit back a whine, settling instead to give him your best “fuck me” look when he glanced up at you, mouth hovering over a nipple. You’d never seen such a fiendish grin on his face in response, and he lowered his lips slowly. You arched your back again, aching for contact, and he flicked his tongue across the tip, sending a shock to your core. Your little gasp provoked him further, and he shifted his thighs around his cock, leaking and swollen between them. He licked a circle, once, twice, three times with more pressure each time, then without warning took as much of your breast into his mouth as he could, sucking and running his tongue along it.
You were too lost in the sensation to notice his hand gliding up the inside of your thigh.
That was five minutes ago.
Five minutes of his masterful fingers enticing your pussy. Feather-light tracing grew into firmer strokes. A finger inside drew out a full moan from you, and a sinisterly slow rub around your clit had you squirming. He’d released your wrists to prop himself up further, dragging his tongue across a breast before sucking hard enough to make your toes curl. The stimulation from above and below was echoing through your core as he sank two fingers in, groaning against your sternum as he felt your slick walls around him. It took all he had to keep from thrusting his cock into you right there, but the helpless whine it elicited from you set him on his course. Fingers in and out. Slowly. A thumb against the clit. Fueling the fire. Cool air across a nipple before careful teeth and a warm tongue. You were coming completely undone.
“You want something?” he asked, and you were suddenly aware that your stubbornness had flown out the window at the first finger.
“Please,” you whispered, aching in the best way. Gods, there was never such desperate need in your voice. And to know he’d been the one to do it to you…
He began to rub your pussy, broad strokes alternating with devastatingly accurate circles of your clit, and you could feel the waves building from deep inside. Your breathy praise encouraged his every movement, and he pressed his face against your neck, hot breath tickling your collarbone as his deft fingers wrote a symphony of sensation between your legs. But then he slowed.
“Oh hell no–” you began, smothered indignation melting into laughter as he covered your mouth with a hand. He rolled away for a moment, then came back brandishing your vibrator.
“So impatient,” he chided, replacing his hand with a kiss to your mouth as he passed the vibrator to you. He didn’t have to ask; you knew what he wanted. And you loved it.
“Gonna last like 13 seconds…” you murmured, smiling against his lips at the faint sound of a chuckle in his chest. He didn’t reply, but kissed you more deeply as you switched it on and dipped it between your legs, biting your lip immediately at the crash of sensation where you’d already been primed to the slightest touch. He sat up a bit, watching you move it from front to back, teasing your pussy as you squirmed, and thought he would explode. The sight of your furrowed brows, heaving chest, and glistening sex was driving him mad, and he closed his eyes for a moment, grasping one breast and kneading it firmly.
You pulled the vibrator away for a moment, absolutely spinning as nerves went off across your body like fireworks, His scent, his heat, his mouth, his hand… The desperate little sounds that he made to match your own as you pressed it against yourself again… He’d worked you into a near frenzy, and you clutched his arm, further aroused by his muscles as his hand ravaged one breast, then the other – cupping, pinching, caressing, squeezing… As he felt your response growing, he lowered his mouth once again, dragging his tongue across a nipple before taking it in his mouth, knowing it would drive you over the edge, and when your body tensed as moans turned into mewls, he buried his face, licking and sucking you through your climax. White hot electricity rocked through your body as he continued, slowing only with the movements of your hand as your unhindered gasps and whines sang his praises and slowly quieted.
When you closed your legs to the side with a huge exhale, basking drunkenly in the orgasmic glow, he grinned, pulling back to tuck himself neatly along your back again. A million pert comments ran through his mind, but none were strong enough to break through his thick haze of contentment. You shuddered, one residual wave of bliss, and started to roll to face him, murmuring something about his turn as you made a feeble grasp for his cock. He laughed, tucking you back neatly where you’d been, and kissed your shoulder blade.
“You just enjoy that,” he offered.
“I’m recharging for round two,” you said in mocking sternness.
“If you say so,” he conceded, a knowing grin softening his handsome face.
And the dynamics were back in play.
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Free, thanks for doing this! This is Carol (@clonethirstingisreal)
It ended up not taking as long as I thought it would to decide...
Instead of going with my usual predictability of asking for a Hunter fic, I will ask for an only slightly less predictable Howzer fic!
"Side lying" was so dang tempting...but it didn't work with the other thing I wanted included, so instead I would like:
"Watching you masturbate (vibrator included if possible)" with a healthy dose of "breast play"...perhaps a he's helping up there while she's busy down there kind of thing. An "It's Shake 'n' Bake, and I helped!" situation (I don't mean to include that in the fic, it's just something I always say.)
But only if that works. If not, feel free to change it how it would be best for you!
Thanks again but no pressure!! If it doesn't work or if you get too many requests, that's ok!
Much love,
Carol
I'M BACK BITCHES! 😂 Not you, Carol, you're a saint. WHO WANTS SOME SMUT AT 11AM ON A THURSDAY? 🤣
Anywayyyy, I was in a *mood* last night, so here we are. I apologize in advance cause I'm rusty AF but I thought you'd be the most deserving (aka forgiving) recipient of my first request in ages, LOL. So... fifteen months later... here you go! 😜 And I didn’t proofread it cause I’m feelin wild and free. 🤣
Howzer x F Reader - 1.8k words
Content: breast play, a whiff of brat taming, a whiff of dom!Howzer, fingering, vibrator, did I mention breast play? ;)
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He dragged his tongue up the side of your neck, and what might otherwise tickle or repel you now sent a wave of electricity through you, straight between your legs. You arched your back, nestling your butt closer against him where you both lay naked and spooning, and shifted against his erection in no subtle way. An enticingly breathy sigh escaped your lips as you felt its length pressing against you, but it faded into protest as he drew away, tucking himself out of reach of your nefarious ass. He grinned, one hand propping up his head while the other glided along your side toward a breast. Teasing fingers barely grazed back and forth along the bottom of its curve before continuing up your shoulder and around your neck, ever so gently.
“Not yet,” he rumbled against the side of your face as he brushed a thumb along your jaw.
“Not fair,” you groaned.
“Not my fault,” he returned with the flicker of a smile at the corner of his lips where they pressed against your cheek, your temple, your neck, your collarbone…
* * *
You’d known he was coming for you from the moment he walked in the door that night. A mission debrief had kept him late, and the two of you had spent the better part of the day exchanging increasingly spicy comms, the last of which was sent while you idly stirred the creamy soup you’d been keeping warm on the stove for him. You knew the potential when the spark of novelty met the depth and familiarity of old love in bodies entwined, and you found yourself shifting in your silky pajamas, a craving ache in your core. The dim evening light made his eyes look darker, and his lips had brushed against yours a second longer than usual in greeting, softer and heavier.
“What’s this?” he smirked, giving your camisole a playful tug after cleaning up and changing into a thin t-shirt and the soft sweatpants he knew you liked.
“Proper cooking attire.”
“Hmmph.” He didn’t argue, rather fitted his form along your back, hands slowly reaching around your hips.
“Hungry?” you asked, turning off the burner and leaning into his touch.
“Yes.” He pulled you tight against his chest, one hand sliding straight up the middle of your front to hold you close, fingers splayed across your collarbone.
The soup was the last thing on his mind as you squirmed around to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying a hand in the hair on the back of his head before pulling him down and kissing him hard. He almost whimpered.
Almost.
Instead his hands were on you immediately – sliding up a thigh, cupping your ass with a firm grip, resting between your shoulders. You writhed against him and he pressed into you, as though the two of you could become one against the kitchen counter. Kisses grew messy. Cheeks reddened. Lips swelled. A trail of kisses down the side of your neck stoked the fire ever further.
“Bed. Now,” you demanded, pushing him back. He chuckled, normally the one to obediently follow your lead, but he wasn’t feeling that tonight. Instead he came right back, grabbing your thigh and lifting it around him as he kissed you again. His tongue flickered against your own, and you arched your back to grind against him as he dragged his teeth gently across your lower lip.
“You don’t always get to call the shots, princess,” he murmured, releasing your mouth to kiss your jaw and nip your earlobe. “It’s about time someone stood up to you, I think.”
“Oh really?” you laughed, equally aroused and indignant. Any further retort died on your lips as he pressed his erection against your thinly-clothed sex; the thick fabric of his sweatpants increasing the friction. He was in a mood, and it was insanely hot.
That was ten minutes ago.
Ten minutes of making out. Being lifted onto the counter and ravaged within an inch of your sanity. Kissing and sucking and nipping and caressing. Your top was gone, shorts hanging on by a thread as you writhed against his front. You wanted to beg. Gods, you wanted to beg. But you were not one to beg. So you’d get your way…
Or so you thought.
He’d lifted you against him, soldier muscles taut as he relished your weight in his arms, then carried you to your bedroom. He’d tucked you under a soft sheet, pulled your shorts to your toes where you kicked them off, and laid against your backside, naked and radiating heat. And now he was teasing you, drawing every last miserable second out into an eternity as his deft fingers glided along your skin. You didn’t know what he was waiting for, and he seemed to be quite enjoying your flustered impatience.
You shifted your ass against him again, grinding against his cock as you grabbed one of his hands in your own, guiding it toward your chest. But he pulled it back, scolding you in your ear with a sinful whisper before grabbing both your wrists in one hand and drawing them over your head, rolling you onto your back as he pinned them there. You felt exposed and electrified, nipples pebbling in the cool night air as he gazed down at you.
“Stubborn, aren’t you?”
“Goddamnit,” you breathed, insanely turned on but yes, stubborn as hell.
He moved down a bit, keeping your hands pinned as he trailed kisses down your neck and chest until they got to a breast, where he paused with a warm, open-mouthed exhale across it. You bit back a whine, settling instead to give him your best “fuck me” look when he glanced up at you, mouth hovering over a nipple. You’d never seen such a fiendish grin on his face in response, and he lowered his lips slowly. You arched your back again, aching for contact, and he flicked his tongue across the tip, sending a shock to your core. Your little gasp provoked him further, and he shifted his thighs around his cock, leaking and swollen between them. He licked a circle, once, twice, three times with more pressure each time, then without warning took as much of your breast into his mouth as he could, sucking and running his tongue along it.
You were too lost in the sensation to notice his hand gliding up the inside of your thigh.
That was five minutes ago.
Five minutes of his masterful fingers enticing your pussy. Feather-light tracing grew into firmer strokes. A finger inside drew out a full moan from you, and a sinisterly slow rub around your clit had you squirming. He’d released your wrists to prop himself up further, dragging his tongue across a breast before sucking hard enough to make your toes curl. The stimulation from above and below was echoing through your core as he sank two fingers in, groaning against your sternum as he felt your slick walls around him. It took all he had to keep from thrusting his cock into you right there, but the helpless whine it elicited from you set him on his course. Fingers in and out. Slowly. A thumb against the clit. Fueling the fire. Cool air across a nipple before careful teeth and a warm tongue. You were coming completely undone.
“You want something?” he asked, and you were suddenly aware that your stubbornness had flown out the window at the first finger.
“Please,” you whispered, aching in the best way. Gods, there was never such desperate need in your voice. And to know he’d been the one to do it to you…
He began to rub your pussy, broad strokes alternating with devastatingly accurate circles of your clit, and you could feel the waves building from deep inside. Your breathy praise encouraged his every movement, and he pressed his face against your neck, hot breath tickling your collarbone as his deft fingers wrote a symphony of sensation between your legs. But then he slowed.
“Oh hell no–” you began, smothered indignation melting into laughter as he covered your mouth with a hand. He rolled away for a moment, then came back brandishing your vibrator.
“So impatient,” he chided, replacing his hand with a kiss to your mouth as he passed the vibrator to you. He didn’t have to ask; you knew what he wanted. And you loved it.
“Gonna last like 13 seconds…” you murmured, smiling against his lips at the faint sound of a chuckle in his chest. He didn’t reply, but kissed you more deeply as you switched it on and dipped it between your legs, biting your lip immediately at the crash of sensation where you’d already been primed to the slightest touch. He sat up a bit, watching you move it from front to back, teasing your pussy as you squirmed, and thought he would explode. The sight of your furrowed brows, heaving chest, and glistening sex was driving him mad, and he closed his eyes for a moment, grasping one breast and kneading it firmly.
You pulled the vibrator away for a moment, absolutely spinning as nerves went off across your body like fireworks, His scent, his heat, his mouth, his hand… The desperate little sounds that he made to match your own as you pressed it against yourself again… He’d worked you into a near frenzy, and you clutched his arm, further aroused by his muscles as his hand ravaged one breast, then the other – cupping, pinching, caressing, squeezing… As he felt your response growing, he lowered his mouth once again, dragging his tongue across a nipple before taking it in his mouth, knowing it would drive you over the edge, and when your body tensed as moans turned into mewls, he buried his face, licking and sucking you through your climax. White hot electricity rocked through your body as he continued, slowing only with the movements of your hand as your unhindered gasps and whines sang his praises and slowly quieted.
When you closed your legs to the side with a huge exhale, basking drunkenly in the orgasmic glow, he grinned, pulling back to tuck himself neatly along your back again. A million pert comments ran through his mind, but none were strong enough to break through his thick haze of contentment. You shuddered, one residual wave of bliss, and started to roll to face him, murmuring something about his turn as you made a feeble grasp for his cock. He laughed, tucking you back neatly where you’d been, and kissed your shoulder blade.
“You just enjoy that,” he offered.
“I’m recharging for round two,” you said in mocking sternness.
“If you say so,” he conceded, a knowing grin softening his handsome face.
And the dynamics were back in play.
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A/N: Finally finished! This was my first time writing Cody and first time including spice in a full fic, rather than a drabble. Those two things made this a challenge but I finally got it to a place I liked. I hope you all like it, too.
This starts partway through Pt 1 and shows how Cody’s date went, so go check that out here if you haven’t yet.
Pairing: Cody x f!Reader
W/C: 5,386 words (I let this one get away from me but I have no regrets).
Warnings: Spice/smut/lemon after the divider, Dom!Cody (brat tamer got a hold of me), bratty sub if you squint.
Dividers by @samspenandsword and @djarrex, respectively.
Hello ☺️ I’d like to request something spicy with Gregor please. Maybe something involving reader and Gregor finally admitting their feelings for each other? Thank you❤️
Helloooo! Okay, so this is gonna be a two-parter, cause it just got away from me as they tend to do. 😂 So I’m gonna put part one as an answer to your ask and part two in response to @drafthorsemath’s. But I’ll tag you both in each! 🤓
Gregor x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3k (heheheheh)
Part 1 is SFW, Part 2 is NOT. Helmet art by @lornaka!!
Part One
Birds chirped in the trees as golden sunlight streamed through the branches, bathing the entire forest in a warm, ethereal glow. Peace prevailed over any anxious thoughts that usually tantalized your mind, providing a temporary bubble where you could pretend for a moment that the Empire didn’t exist. You leaned back against the tree trunk behind you, stretching your legs out across the soft, delicate blades of grass that tickled your calves. A deep, grounding breath flooded your senses with fresh air, wood, and earth… as well as a little whiff of a clean, crisp scent that brought a smile to your face.
“Where are you in that head of yours?” Gregor asked, bumping your shoulder with his own from his cross-legged seat beside you.
“I just can’t believe we’re here. What are the chances?”
“You know I can’t calculate something like that,” he replied, his straight face betrayed by the sparkle in his eye and the slight arch of an eyebrow.
“You know it’s just a phrase,” you teased, unable to resist the large grin plastered across your face. “It’s just… I didn’t think I’d ever come back.”
“Why not?”
You fell silent for a moment, your cheerful face darkened by the shadow of the past, by memories so strong that you felt the churning sensation you knew so well. Another deep breath was not enough to steady you, and you looked up to the tree canopy above you, surprised by how quickly the tears could well up in your eyes. You’d been an emotional mess lately anyway…
The Republic became the Empire overnight and you were now fighting against the very entity you’d believed in. Fate had been kind to you though, and you’d spent the last number of months assisting in the efforts to build a network of clones who had chosen their own paths apart from the Empire. When Gregor had appeared, the two of you instantly took to each other. You were charmed by his dauntless spirit and had given him the nickname “Sunshine” within a week. You understood more than most the effects of what he had been through, and while it added an extra layer of difficulty at times, your connection was too strong to be put off by it.
Or so you thought.
Gregor radiated warmth and joy above and beyond his incredible courage and fortitude as an elite soldier. He was kind and thoughtful to you, and you could swear he made a point to touch you more frequently than he did anyone else. The casual hand on a shoulder as he leaned over your chair to look at your screen, the little elbow nudges when briefings were getting too long for his tastes, high fives for seemingly no reason at all. But then again, he seemed to have a similar joviality with everyone, filling your mind with doubt.
It had been tearing you up.
You’d been growing closer and closer, as friends, but you couldn’t deny the magnetic attraction you had for him. You tried not to let him catch your eyes dropping to his lips as he spoke, and you clenched your fingers tightly instead of running them through his hair like you wanted to. It was only in the privacy of your bed at night that you allowed yourself to drift through dreams of what it would be like to be his, for him to be yours. To drift a hand across his broad chest, to follow the path of each scar that told his unbelievable story of survival despite the odds, and to whisper admiration and affection into his ear.
He shifted next to you, leaning back onto his hands and stretching his legs out, and his movement jolted you back to the present. You realized he was still waiting for your answer, which was a dull knife of pain that could be sharpened with the slightest mention. Gaze lowering from the trees to the dirt in front of you, you did your best to keep your voice steady as you replied.
“There’s just nothing left for me here,” you began, choking up immediately. “My entire family, everyone I knew… completely brainwashed by the Empire. It’s like everything we ever believed in, worked for.. Just…” You faltered, clasping your lips together and shaking your head, unable to continue.
“Gone…?” Gregor finished, watching you nod behind the hand you rubbed over your mouth as though you could coax the words out.
And then he giggled.
It was a lilting cascade of mirth that burst out from behind closed lips. His crinkled eyes quickly grew large and round, and he mirrored you now in the quick clap of his hand over his mouth. You’d jerked your head to face him at the sound, too shocked to do anything but stare, and when your gazes met, his brown eyes winced and dropped to the ground in shame.
“I’m so sorry,” he muttered, hand moving to the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean–”
“I know,” you answered immediately, brain slowly coming back online. “I know.” He remained downcast, and you could tell the self-hate was raging within. Your frustration and angst at the ideological differences that had torn your family apart were pushed aside by the compassion and care you had for him, and you reached out to lay your hand on top of his. “Hey,” you said softly, “It’s okay.”
He twisted his lips to the side, then pursed them, finally lifting his eyes to yours with a flat expression. “I know you know. It’s just… frustrating.”
“If that’s the only lingering effect from two traumatic events, each of which easily could have killed you… I think you came out on top,” you said quietly, knowing that these moments were few and far between for him, but that didn’t make them any less potent. Your heart skipped a beat as he turned his hand over, ignoring the soft dirt that lingered in the imprints of stalks of grass, and wrapped his fingers around yours. His hand was warm and rough, strong and gentle, and you were still spinning in delight when he suddenly rose to his feet, pulling you up with him by the same grasp.
“We should keep going,” he said abruptly, and you hoped he wasn’t going to withdraw. But he maintained his hold on your hand, and you fell into step beside him.
* * *
Shots flew over your shoulder as you sprinted at full-speed across the dusty street, flanked by a broad commando in white armor. The two of you dove into an alley, spinning around a corner and finding a long, clay staircase leading to the flat roof of a rectangular building. Gregor slipped on a step, catching himself with a silly little laugh that made you smile despite the intense situation you found yourselves in. You flew to the edge of the roof, taking a wild leap for the next one without hesitation. Gregor was right behind you, squeezing off some shots behind him with impossible aim and taking out two of the three remaining pursuers. He landed with a thud and a roll, pivoting to the side to take cover behind a tall wooden barrel. You’d made yourself disappear in some large planter boxes overflowing with succulents and dry, ropey vines.
Footsteps approached quickly, and as the final seeker flew past Gregor in his hideout, he was immediately dropped to the ground by a flashing oval of blue. You leaned against the planks behind you, taking some deep breaths to try to slow your heart rate. Your chest was pounding and your throat felt dry from the sudden chase. Stepping over the unconscious body with triumphant disdain, Gregor ambled toward you, crossing his arms as he stopped and grinned.
“Shall we get going, or are you just going to sit there all day?” The squeaky lilt of his voice was something you didn’t think you’d ever tire of, and you reached for his outstretched hand to hoist yourself to your feet. Even his gloves were warm against your palm, and you had an irresistible urge to keep your hold on it… pull him in close… You shook your head – your standard protocol to try to push the thoughts away. You were friends.
“We wouldn’t have even been noticed if you hadn’t—” you began, pushing his shoulder playfully.
“Ohhhh pshpshpshhhh,” he interrupted, jostling you right back. The two of you chuckled, plotting a course across the rooftops to return to the ship without raising an alarm. As the large gray and black gunship came into sight, you slowed your pace, a deep sense of contentment washing over you as the boarding ramp lowered from the middle. Once you were cruising comfortably in hyperspace, you leaned back in your copilot seat, turning to face Gregor beside you.
“We’ve got a while… I’m gonna grab a shower and a nap,” you said, rising to your feet as he nodded. He’d been unusually quiet since you boarded the ship, and you knew from your time together that he enjoyed a little solitude to organize his thoughts when they became numerous and burdensome. But when he mirrored your movements to stand in front of you, you were thrown off. You’d been fighting for so long to make yourself believe that he only saw you as a friend, but every time he stood close, every time he leaned in to whisper something, every time you brushed past each other on the ship, you couldn’t help but wonder if he saw a little something more as well.
“I ahh… You hungry?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck with a gloved hand. He looked so broad in his armor that you were temporarily distracted from the strangeness of his question.
“Kinda, but… shower and nap first,” you reminded him, and he nodded, eyes still shifting back and forth across the floor.
“Right, right,” he muttered, dropping his hand from his neck and beginning to remove his gloves. “Time to relax, eh?” He seemed a little more himself, but something was clearly weighing on him. His eyebrows were working overtime to convey a litany of expressions that shifted as quickly as the white streaks of hyperspace that flew past the viewport.
He dropped his gloves onto his seat, continuing to remove the large chunks of his armor while still partially blocking your way. Now you were thoroughly confused, but his significantly muted demeanor had you too intrigued to leave just yet. Not that you could if you wanted to, but… All thoughts vacated your mind as he stood up from removing his boots, stretching luxuriously in just his skin-tight blacks and socks. Your mouth went dry, and you cursed it for continuing to betray you despite your best efforts to curb your infatuation.
“Something on your mind, captain?” you asked, the words coming out slightly more sultry than you intended. You cringed, both internally and externally, as he lifted his eyes to yours. His sharp eyebrows emphasized the intensity of his gaze, and he opened his mouth, stood silently for a moment, then took a deep breath.
“Can I ask you something?” he said quietly, the occasional break in his voice making him sound even more vulnerable than he looked. Your heart rate was picking up. His round shoulders curved perfectly on either side of his sturdy chest, and the muscles across his thighs had your mind wandering…
“Yes!” you answered, almost too quickly. His brows raised, and you bit your lip, cheeks flushing red. “Sorry – little too enthusiastic there,” you chuckled, attempting to diffuse the palpable tension.
He took a step closer. Your stomach did a flip. He was radiating so much heat that you swore you could feel it from a foot away. A gentle whiff of musk and sweat caught your attention, disproportionately intoxicating in its sweetness. Maker, he was positively electrifying. His frame exuded strength and confidence, but his earnest brown eyes and sheepish posture made you want to hug him.
“When you’re near me…” he began, raspy and halting, “Do you feel… ah… Do you feel anything?”
Another wave of tingles crashed over you, and you desperately hoped he was saying what you thought he was. But before you could answer or ask for clarification, he was continuing in rapid speech.
“I mean, of course you feel things… Like, life things. You know, all the textures and… stuff… But I was just… It seems like you have a… well, a kind of… When you’re with me…” he was rambling, jumping from sentence to sentence as he was prone to do at times, but he was so kriffing adorable that you couldn’t do anything but listen. “I hope I’m not reading into it, but it seems… There’s something special… And I’m sorry if it’s awkward to ask, but it’s been a long time; it’s been happening for a long time…”
His words slowed to a halt at the exact rate that a huge grin crept across your face, and he stopped, staring at you with a dumbfounded, exposed, and hopeful expression.
“I feel way too much when I’m with you, Gregor,” you said softly, sparks flying between the two of you. “I feel dizzy when you’re close. I feel anxious when you’re gone. I feel thrilled when you laugh. I feel warm when you let your guard down. I feel awestruck when I see you in action. I feel lucky to know you, to do life alongside you… and when you are just your plain, open self, I feel…” you hesitated. You couldn’t say it. It was too much. It would scare him off. Maybe you’d done that already.
He took a tiny step closer, moving as though he couldn’t restrain himself. The sheer delight across his face made your knees weak, and he dipped his head to regard you more intently.
“Do you mean it?” he asked, wincing for a split second at the squeak of his voice on the word “mean”. But he was past it in an instant, eyes sparkling with joy.
He seemed to be taking it quite well, and you felt as though life had pressed “pause” and slipped you into some kind of dream. You wondered what the kriff you were doing, confessing so much, but it was said and done. No turning back. You nodded, cheeks starting to hurt from the grin stretched across them.
“ha-HA!” he laughed, startling you with his sudden volume and movement. He stepped back, jerking a clenched fist toward his side in a triumphant fist-pump that made you giggle. “I can’t believe it!” He stepped back to face you with a boyish eagerness on his face that softened the simmering intensity beneath it. Reaching for both your hands, he held them gently, stroking his thumbs across your knuckles. “Can I… uh… I don’t even know what to do…I thought when we first met that there was something, but then… I don’t know, it turned into a really good friendship. And that’s good and all, but I just felt… Ah, well, you know. Heh, I’m talking too much…” he finished awkwardly, running a self-conscious hand through his slicked-back hair.
Now it was you moving toward him, releasing his hands and snaking your arms around his waist to pull him into a warm, meaningful hug. You turned your head sideways, leaning it on his chest and shoulder, closing your eyes and soaking up every single sensation you could. The thrill of his admission. The scent of a sweaty soldier who was irresistibly delicious to you. The warmth radiating off of his firm body. The nearly-silent hum in his chest as he tucked his own arms around your shoulders. You stood that way for a while before something he said stood out to you.
“What were you going to ask if you could do?” you asked, pulling back slightly but leaving your arms around his waist. You were already exhilarated from head to toe, but you felt as though you knew his answer, and you desperately wanted to say yes.
“What?” he echoed, tilting his head in the most adorable confusion you’d ever seen.
“You started off that last bit with a little ‘can I..’ that you never finished…” you said, slightly disappointed that it had already slipped his mind. But he suddenly leaned closer and winked, his face inches from yours.
“Ah yes… Just wanted to see if you’d remember…” You couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious, but you didn’t care at all because you were frozen in delight by the thin space between your mouth and his. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. You nodded so vigorously that you almost headbutted his jaw as he closed the remaining distance with his face at the perfect angle.
His lips smashed against yours enthusiastically, setting off fireworks in your chest. It was soft and hard at the same time; months of restraint and wondering were finally released in sweet connection. You kissed him back just as firmly, pressing against him as though it would convey the depth of your feelings. When he finally pulled back with a little gasp, you took a deep, shuddering breath as though it could bring you back to reality.
“I have wanted to do that… for so long,” you said slowly, lifting a hand to touch his cheek. You were nestled in his arms, the blue and white kaleidoscope of the viewport reflecting back at you in his luminous eyes. His face was warm and flushed, slightly rough on your palm as you gently cupped his jaw and neck beneath his ear.
“Ooh, well let’s make up for lost time then!” he exclaimed jovially, joining you in a burst of laughter before smothering it with his lips again.
Part Two (includes a short voice acting performance for Gregor!) 😍
Congrats!! I'm sure when you're done with this there will be the next thing to celebrate 😏
I know I'm late but I would love my beloved husband Cody with the prompt:
Passionate sex after a near-death experience or after solving a painful conflict.
Like perhaps he saved you from death like Obi-Wan saved him and after it the calm sunshine Commander absolutely looses it? I'm a sucker for some angst and passionate sex afterwards. 😩
Hoo, this one got AWAY from me!! ;)
But you get a voice actor clip too! :D Click the hyperlinked words to hear the bold lines from Cody himself! :)
Enjoy!
Cody x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
NSFW - Minors DNI - Content below the cut
Content Warnings: injury delirium, angst, cussin, oral sex (f receiving), and good ol' P in the V. ;)
You should have told him.
The flash of vulnerability in his eyes and unconcealable hope on his face had stabbed you to the core. There had only been a moment, the ship’s drop doors about to open, the loud hum of the ship drowning out all other noise. You opened your mouth, stunned and adrift upon a million thoughts, feeling your heart urge you on from deep within. But there was no time.
And now, was he gone?
The distant beeping of medical devices washed back and forth between your ears like waves on the sea, growing slowly louder. Your body twitched as the docking bay exploded, again, and the swirling flash of orange coming toward you had been replaced by a yellow blur. Heat, pain, yelling… The beeping drew nearer. You were on the cold metal ground which was shaking and shuddering from the explosions, covered by a heavy weight and white plastoid armor. The sound began to fade, growing narrower and narrower in your mind, like curtains closing on a stage, and the beeping increased in volume. The events flashing through your mind looked as though they were being played in reverse, getting faster and faster until they would catch up to the present. Confusion settled in as the beeping was joined by a rhythmic whooshing sound. What had happ–
Cody.
Oh, Maker. It was Cody.
You could hear his voice now, echoing from the past, telling you to hold on, to stay with him, to look at him. You desperately wanted to, but your eyes were too heavy, instead following sporadic scenes of clone boots, the ramp of a ship, darkness, bright lights, darkness… But he was fading away…
“Cody!!” you yelled, the vision disappearing into thin air as your eyes shot open. You immediately squinted as the fluorescent lights pierced your soul. Cold air flooded your lungs, all the sights and sounds growing louder as you regained consciousness. The sterile scent of the medical bay hit you like a brick wall, and your fists gripped the soft white sheets that were tucked around you.
“Please remain calm,” a medical droid droned, appearing at your bedside.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“I should have told her,” Cody murmured, stirring his head from one side to the other.
“Told her what?”
The bright, perky voice of the attending medic started him out of his dream, and he sat up immediately, chest heaving as he clapped his hands over his face and rubbed it slowly. The sound you’d made when he fell on top of you, the helpless roll of your head as he ran for the ship with you in his arms, the fear in your eyes when you came to for a brief minute as the ship flew through hyperspace… Each one was a bell tolled, a clanging strike against his closed-lipped caution.
“Nothing,” he answered, leaning back a bit and dropping his arms to his sides. “Can I get out of here?”
“After I apply the final dressings, yes. You should be good to go.”
“Perfect.” He closed his eyes, thinking of you to distract himself from the burning sensation across parts of his back. The first time he’d made you laugh had given him such a stomach-clenching delight that he’d nearly thrown up his lunch. When you began working out together, the playful jokes eventually simmered down into honest conversation. He wishes, as always, that he could redo your first kiss together. He’d talked about it so much that by the time it actually happened, it felt more like a corporate training scenario than the thrilling, romantic thing it was.
You’d loved it anyway. Just like he loved every moment you got to spend together, and the deep, genuine care for one another was kindling for the sparks of attraction that you held for one another. It had been smoldering for what felt like ages. And when a moment came, he’d stared at you for a second before you asked what was on his mind, causing him to snap his jaw shut, his stomach clenching tightly.
And now he wondered if he’d ever see you again. A different type of burn settled in his core, and he pleaded to the powers that be to give him one more chance before it was all lost forever.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“I don’t want to go to sleep,” you whispered, lips tickling his cheek as you lay snuggled up against his side. The dark, cozy hotel room was chilly, but the large bed and plush comforter felt like clouds. The heat radiating off his skin was keeping you warm while his outstretched arm cradled your head and shoulder. You were both whole, healed, safe, together. His musky scent and the soft stubble along his jaw added to your contentment, and you shifted your leg to drape it more fully over his.
Following your separate releases from the med bay, you’d both been grounded until assessed and cleared for return to active duty. Normally, that would be a frustrating inconvenience, but this time it was different. You needed him. You needed to soak up every part of him because you now had a glimpse of what it would be to lose him. And you didn’t want to take him for granted ever again.You’d promised that as you finished a long, hot shower that left your skin impossibly soft and accompanied by a light, sweet scent.
“I know,” came his quiet reply, and he rolled slightly to face you, rearranging the entwined arms and legs that held you together. He brushed your cheek with the backs of his fingers, ending with a long, slow caress of his thumb along your jaw.
“Hey,” you said softly, “I… ah… I should have told you…” Your sudden seriousness and endearing little stutter warmed his heart, and he shifted his face to see both your eyes. The soulful depths of his own amber gaze was magnetic, giving you the courage you needed to continue. “Cody, I–”
“I… thought I was going to lose you,” he interrupted, cutting you off as though the words had minds of their own. The anguish in his admission made your stomach flip. “You have no idea how much you mean to me,” he said, sitting up suddenly and pulling you up with him. You shifted your feet and knees off to one side, adjusting the straps of your soft, lacy bra. He scooted closer, voice huskier now. “I should have told you before, but…”
He paused, eyes dropping to the bed and roving wildly for a moment before slowly and deliberately returning to yours. “Come here,” he said, cupping your face with a firm hand on either cheek and gazing meaningfully into your eyes. “I love you.”
Your heart swelled in your chest, tingles cascading over you as his words echoed in your mind. You parted your lips to reply, but his mouth was on them, pressing with fervent desire and arduous affection. Your fingers raked up the back of his neck before splaying out into his hair, feeling his sharp inhale in response.
“I love you,” you gasped when you finally separated for air, and the smile that lit up his stately face was almost boyish in its sheer glee.
The next thing you knew, you’d both melted into each other. Worshipful hands and hungry mouths had removed the rest of your undergarments, heavy breaths muffled by the sliding of arms and legs against one another. He hovered above you, strong arms holding up his muscular brown body, and his thigh pressed between your legs, his lips heavy on your neck and collarbone as you couldn’t help but shift your hips against him. The lustful whimper that fell from his lips when you closed a firm hand around the base of his cock nearly drove you mad, only furthering your love-drunk passion.
“Look at you,” he whispered adoringly, caressing a hand up your side, along the curve of your breast, and up the side of your throat. “Maker, you are so beautiful, inside and out.” He leaned down to kiss you tenderly now, lingering for an extra second before sitting up on his knees between your legs. A jolt of electricity shot through you as he wrapped one arm under each thigh, settling his hands on your hips, and pulled you toward him a bit as you sighed in delight on your back.
He splayed his fingers across your hips and stomach, lowering his mouth to the inside of a thigh with an open-mouthed kiss followed by a cool exhale that left a trail of tingles. He repeated it across your thigh, moving to the other in painstaking leisure. Your hand met one of his, fingers entwining in delirious intimacy as he bit the sensitive skin on your leg. Neither of you had much patience, and you gasped when the tip of his tongue flicked against your clit. You buried your other hand in your own hair, pressing your face into your arm as he took his time making feather-light circles with his tongue. When he tilted his head down, dragging the flat of his tongue up your slick folds, you had to catch yourself from bucking your hips into his face. He knew how to drive you wild, and in this euphoric sensation of immersion in your confessed love, everything felt as though it were happening for the first time.
“You’re a filthy tease,” you murmured fondly as he pulled back with a smug grin, surprising you with two fingers slowly dragged down either side of your entrance.
“That’s Commander Filthy Tease to you,” he returned, sinking his face back between your legs and waggling a sloppy tongue back and forth across your clit as he grasped your thighs again. You couldn’t hold back your moans now, back arching involuntarily as he lapped against you with a firm tongue. When he closed his mouth around you, suckling hard, your hand flew to his hair, clenching a tuft in your fist. He hummed against your pussy, the vibration enhancing the already-mind-blowing experience.
“Ohhh kriff, you whined, eyes tightly closed as he moved his mouth up and down, strong licks punctuating noisy suckles that threatened to send you over the edge.
“You’re making it really hard to be patient,” he admitted as he sat up, and with an impossibly smooth movement, you found your thighs pressed up by your ears, his arms supporting them while he positioned himself on top of you, knees spread as he slid his cock along your entrance. The hot, slick sensation was intoxicating, and you reached a hand down to stroke the top of him, keeping the pressure as he dragged himself back and forth.
“I don’t want you to be patient,” you growled, tilting your hips to press his tip into your folds. He groaned and shuddered at the same time, clenching his muscles to thrust a little further before drawing it back. He was both authoritative and attentive as he eased back in, slowly and luxuriously, brain buzzing with the euphoria of how incredible your swollen pussy felt. After one last gentle pull back, he steadied his knees and sank into you all the way, his pelvis grinding against your own as his thick cock sent shockwaves through your core.
“Holy fuck,” you whined, feral and flushed from the perfect stretch and the way he filled you. His breath was hot against your ear as he leaned forward, tipping you up a tiny bit more, and began to move. The clench of his buttcheeks and the muscles on his hairy thighs were playgrounds for your hands as you grasped at him, needy fingers seeking purchase on his hot skin. He tilted again, adjusting the angle, and as he thrust in, the massage of his cock against that special spot nearly made you dizzy. “Ohhhh, yes – yes! That’s so good!” you mewled, one hand clapped over your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. The sound of your sweat-sheened bodies slapping together and the unrestrained moans, along with your unabashed praise, brought him right to his peak.
“I can’t… I’m gonna–”
“Just go,” you reassured, so intensely into it that you didn’t care if you came or not – the waves of pleasure radiating from where he was fucking you so deep were unlike anything you’d experienced before. But when he climaxed with a gasp and a curse, erratic breathing loud in your ear as his throbbing cock filled you with his hot spill, you were a goner. You flung your head back, chin toward the ceiling and eyebrows pressed together high on your forehead. “Ohh my gosh… keep going, keep going,” you begged as he rocked you through your orgasm, slowly coming to a halt as you exhaled in utter bliss. He stayed inside for a moment as you both came down, caressing your cheek, your side, your leg as he whispered admiration against your temple, then languidly slid out, flopping onto the bed next to you and pulling you into his arms immediately.
“Wait,” you smiled, grabbing a washcloth from the nightstand and shoving it between your legs. “Hmmmkay,” you purred, shuffling your body back to fit his shape in the perfect little spoon, “I’m all yours.”
“You mean it?” he murmured against your shoulder blade, fingers running lightly along the outside of your arm.
“I mean it.”
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Haha! Noooo worries! Oh man. Okay. I think I can see Howzer in this situation. Crossing my fingers. ;)
Howzer x GN!Reader - NSFWish - 290 words
You'd wanted to ravage that sweet face for ages, but Howzer moved slowly, taking you on dates and adventures, lavishing you with courtesy, and taking his time opening himself up to you both emotionally and physically. So the sight of him stretched out before you, completely naked, with a smolder on his face that made you feral, you were excited beyond belief. You crawled over him, caressing his hair back from his face and sinking into his kiss as he wrapped his arms around you.
"You are so kriffing hot," you murmured against his lips, surprised by the tensing of his muscles and the small writhe of his body against you. "Oh," you marveled quietly, pulling back to examine his beautiful face, "Seems like someone likes to be praised, eh?"
His expression was bashful for a moment before his brows lowered, hands beginning to rove more purposefully across your back. "I have no idea what you mean," he evaded, nuzzling his face into your neck to bite it suggestively.
"If you're a good boy for me, I think you'll find out," you answered, giving his butt a squeeze. It had quite the effect on him, and he rolled you both over, bringing himself on top of you with an irresistible grin.
"Maker, Howzer," you purred, taking in his beautiful brown torso curved above you, "You look so good like that." The darkening of his gaze and increasing volume of his breaths gave you a million other ideas of things to say, but his mouth was back upon yours, kissing you deeply. A swipe of his tongue and a suckle of your lower lip drew out a gentle moan, and you pressed yourself against him, losing yourself in his warmth and passion.
heey so, for your 1K celebration, congratulations by the way, I have a request. Can I have Kix where he uses a vibrator on a female reader, with praise and edging?
thank youu so much for doing this💞
I enjoyed this one a disproportionate amount. 😂 Hope it delights!
Kix x Fem!Reader - Content is what you see in the ask - WC: 1.7k
Kix had had you in a lot of positions in your bed, and flat on your back was one of your favorites. Sighing in yearning desire, you were electrified with delight as he bent his face low beside your cheek, husky voice tickling your ear.
“Alright sweetheart. Hands up here,” he guided you to the metal woven headboard, where you wrapped your fingers around the cool bars. “The longer you keep those there, the longer I take with you.”
“Yes sir,” you whispered, as playful as it was arousing.
“Hmm,” he said with a grin, trailing his fingertips from your wrists down your side, making you arch and curl beneath his touch. He’d gotten you good and riled up all day, from lingering kisses to gentle strokes in passing, and the look in his eyes tonight when he’d emerged from the shower, deep hunger in a smoldering stare, had you ready to drop to your knees. But instead he’d gestured for you to lie down on the edge of the bed, spread on your back to allow him full access from where he stood at your side, and to make it even hotter, he’d challenged you to keep your hands above your head while he continued to ravage you.
Your fingers tightened as he stroked up the inside of your thigh, leaning down to kiss your cheek, your ear, your neck, your jaw, your mouth… He smelled incredible, and the warmth radiating from his body made you want to climb him like a tree. His hands continued their leisurely exploration across both curve and valley as he kissed you more deeply, exploding your core with tingles. Your breasts were squeezed together by both his hands as they cupped and massaged, and his mouth was heavy as he worked his way to your collarbone. He released one breast and brought the other to his lips, tracing them tantalizingly along its curve before opening them for a single lick across the bottom.
“Fuck,” you whispered, electrified at his confidence and skill, and you heard him exhale in mirth across your nipple, which pebbled at the sudden cool air. His hand was firm on your breast, molding it to fit his mouth as he kissed it, circling, then an open-mouth kissed to the nipple. You arched your back, aching for him, and he sucked hard, making you gasp in surprise. He loomed over you, reaching for the other breast to squeeze and lick it equally. His gentle pinches and rakes of the teeth were driving you crazy, until he sat up, leaning away for a moment, then returned to your side. Your lusty gaze set him on fire as he looked at you, keeping your hands on the headboard but free to release them at any time.
“Good girl,” he purred, bringing your hips to shift slightly at his words. He stroked your cheek with the backs of his fingers, then startled you with the sound of buzzing. He’d grabbed your vibrator from your nightstand drawer and was drawing it tantalizingly up the inside of your thigh. When he reached your core, he barely touched the side before returning back down, making you whine in impatient need.
“Please,” you spoke into your bicep, pressing your face into it as he moved the vibrator back up.
“You know I can’t say no to you,” he said softly, his other hand cupping a breast and ghosting his thumb across the nipple. The head of the vibrator slid up the middle of your folds, slick with arousal, and nudged your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your limbs. You breathed a husky “yes”, head flinging back into the pillow as he nuzzled the vibrator through your pussy with expert precision, teasing your opening before going back up to tantalize your clit. You weren’t going to last long, especially once he pinched a nipple and whispered dirty things in your ear.
“I’m– Love, I’m–” you gasped.
“I know,” he murmured against the side of your face, pulling the vibrator away and shocking you with the sudden cease of sensation.
“You…” you began, but he pressed a finger to your lips, cupping your face and planting his mouth over yours, the vibrator buzzing aimlessly in his hand in midair. The way he kissed you was making you dizzy – the intoxicating slide of his tongue around your mouth followed by suckles of the lower lip. Your faces tilted and pressed, increasingly messy as you tried to coax him into giving you what you wanted by stoking his own desire. His cock brushed against your side, causing him to lean in, seeking more friction. You reached a hand down to wrap your fingers around it, making a lusty little sound as you grasped it firmly. Kix groaned, then pulled up suddenly.
“Tsk tsk, beautiful,” he purred, a touch of teasing to his tone. “Your hand… Unless you want me to stop?”
“I forgot!” you gasped, a single breathy chuckle escaping you as you returned your hand to the headboard, arching your back just enough to make your tits a little more enticing to him. It worked. He cupped them with a smile, the vibrator in one hand buzzing against one and surprising you with the sensation. You wanted him between your legs. He’d promised to make you come with his hands before fucking you with his cock, and you were enthralled by the opportunity to be totally at his mercy. You’d been a little nervous to try being fully tied up, but you also weren’t sure you had the self-control to keep your hands off him much longer.
“Can you hold on for a little longer?” he asked, tracing the vibrator down your stomach toward your legs.
“Yes,” you breathed, moaning quietly as he dipped it into your folds and sent an explosion of tingles through your limbs. One hand continued to tease a breast, deft fingers toying with a nipple between heavy caresses, and his eyes roved lazily across your torso and down to your pussy, causing him to bite his lip at the sight. You bucked your hips again as he moved the vibrator to your clit, wiggling it back and forth gently as you cursed under your breath. He switched hands, now raking his fingernails up the inside of your thigh as he continued to tease.
You were squirming uncontrollably now, and he lifted the vibrator just long enough to stroke your folds with his fingers, sliding up either side before rolling them over your clit. He sank one into you, groaning at the feeling of your wet pussy clenching around it, and returned the vibrator, relishing the sounds it evoked from you. His finger rubbed along your walls a few times before finding that spot deep inside, and you cried out, knuckles white from gripping the headboard so tightly.
“Look at you, so fucking sexy” he whispered, bending down to bring his lips near your ear. He kissed your cheek, then nibbled your earlobe before standing back up. He added a finger between your legs, beginning to work them in and out with firmer pressure, and he changed the angle of the vibrator, sending mind-blowing sensations across your clit and down either side of your opening.
“Holly fuck,” you whined, hips rolling against his hand as he pumped it, palm flat across your pussy, and worked you with merciless precision.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he crooned, his huskiness threatening to send you over the edge. “You can do it. Just a little more.”
“Kix,” you sighed, and he closed his eyes at the sound of his name on your lips. “I want you so bad.”
“I know. You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” His praise was driving you crazy, but then he stopped again, causing your body to ache with need. You were so close for so long, back and forth, and the suspense was as delicious as it was torturous. He kissed across your torso, taking a nipple fully into his mouth to suckle it hard before releasing it messily. The sound it made was sinful. You whined insistently.
“Baby…”
“Yeah? You wanna come on my hand?” he said in a low voice, sinking his fingers into you again and stroking complete euphoria out of you. You moaned your yes, gasping and arching as he returned the vibrator, more diligently now. He pushed his fingers in deep, curling them as he drew them out, and the tension in your core built to a critical level. Tipping the vibrator right against your clit, your increasingly loud cries were making his cock leak against your side, throbbing to be inside of you. Now it was he who didn’t want to wait much longer, and he angled everything perfectly to send you over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” you whined, legs pressing into the bed to push your hips into his hands. “Yes, I’m– Aghhh, yes, don’t stop, right there…” He didn’t change a thing, pumping his fingers against that spot you loved while vibrating your clit into blissful oblivion. You came hard, mewling and squirming as white-hot ecstasy broke across your body, and his eyebrows arched into lusty awe as he watched you coming apart. He slowed his pace as you floated down from your high, switching the vibrator off and tossing it aside while he gently stroked every last wave of pleasure from you. You let go of the headboard, collapsing your hands on your chest as you continued to pant, meeting his satisfied gaze with a bleary smile. He leaned over you again for a tender kiss, pressing his lips from your own so gently as he stroked your cheek lovingly. “So perfect for me,” he finished, and you breathed a deep sigh of contentment before giving him a saucy look and scooping a hand around his ass to squeeze a cheek.
“Now it’s your turn.”
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Rex x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.7k (he deserves every one)
NSFW - Minors DNI
Things had changed so quickly.
It had started when your group of friends had seamlessly meshed with the 501st on their shore leave visits to 79s. Troopers looking for a good time delighted in your enthusiastic, playful companions and all kinds of shenanigans ensued. While you enjoyed their presence, you were never quite as adventurous as the rest, preferring instead to seek out meaningful conversation as you marveled at the beautiful individuality of each clone you met.
So it was only natural that you found yourself in the booth with Captain Rex more often than not, while Fives danced like a madman with one friend and Jesse was ravaging another against a dark corner. There was something comforting about Rex’s presence. He exuded complexity – you could tell he cared deeply for his squad. He was incredibly insightful, notably wise, and an unmatched strategist. Not to mention brave and handsome.
You also loved strategy – games like dejarik were among your favorites, and your line of work required you to be precise and tactful to accomplish specific purposes. So as your booth chats became more regular, you would find yourself lost in conversation with Rex, about anything and everything under the sun as you slowly unfolded to one another like a flower opening beneath gentle sun. Sharing a love for strategy led the two of you to develop a litany of inside jokes, mostly revolving around the use of military terms to describe common things in daily life. It became almost a code language of yours, where you had special greetings for one another and misleading names for various troopers and actions. He seemed to share your affinity for accompanying his friends but not being there for quite the same reasons, so the two of you found solace in your easygoing banter, leaning closer to share theories with dramatic effect and throwing elbows when one of you got jostled by an overly-enthusiastic couple making out in the booth next to you.
It had been such a relief that he wasn’t pushing for physical activity. You’d always been the type who needed a long time to build up to that, preferring instead to connect intellectually, establishing a foundation of friendship and camaraderie, then building emotional intimacy as the conversations grew more vulnerable, more personal. But one night after a particularly harrowing story of their recent mission, the pain in his amber eyes and the depth of his compassion and regret for all that the war entailed moved your heart in a new way, sending a thrill through your body.
You’d kissed that night – a chaste, tender encounter on the chilly platform in front of the clone bar. The questions and answers dancing back and forth in your gazes had narrowed to a singular focus, a moment when everything seemed to quiet and he took a step forward, placing a feather-light hand on your cheek before leaning in slowly. When his lips met yours, the sheer bliss of it felt electrifying, and your arms were around him instantly. He pulled away with a tiny smile, a warmth in his eyes that you wanted to make your home in.
But that was all before.
Before utter chaos broke out and the entire galaxy was flipped on its head. The Jedi were gone, the Republic was now the Empire, and life as you had known it was a distant dream, replaced by new priorities and new demands. You felt lost in it all, adrift at sea with no lighthouse on the horizon, and your heart ached for all that had happened. After a particularly hellish week, you found yourself sitting on your couch in the dark, in your tiny apartment in the Coruscant underworld, slowly turning your comm device in your hands. There was nothing on the holo that could take your mind off of everything, nor had your attempt at reading been successful. Instead, you wondered… wondered if it was worth the risk… hoping against all hope but bracing yourself to be met with nothing.
You pulled up Rex’s encrypted comm channel, one that you had used to exchange correspondence while apart, and tapped out a message. Taking a deep breath, you re-read your words over and over before pressing send.
[[ANOTHER CHARLIE FOXTROT?]]
And then you waited. You took a shower, wandered around the kitchen, perused the holonet for any good news, and ultimately, went to bed with a sinking feeling that perhaps the end of the war had meant the end of Rex as well. It had been foolish for you to expect anything else.
beep
You were confused for approximately one tenth of a second before scrambling through your blankets to grab the comm off of your nightstand, pulling it to your face and squinting in the bright light. You gasped aloud as the words from an incoming transmission met your eyes, and you rubbed your face to make sure you weren’t dreaming. But no, there they were, plain as day –
[[COMPLETELY TANGO UNIFORM]]
He was alive. Oh, Maker, he was alive. It felt as though a beaming light had burst through the clouds of your life, illuminating a breath of hope and joy in an otherwise abysmal darkness. You replied immediately, cheeks hurting from the smile you were unable to wipe from your face.
* * *
brrring!
You couldn’t even pretend to walk slowly as the doorbell signaled his arrival. It had been a week of coordinating as covertly as possible, precaution upon precaution… And now he was here. A quick glance through the peephole sent a thrill down your spine at the sight of his three-fingered signal held up in front of his cloaked form, and you flung the door open, pulling him in immediately. He stumbled in with a chuckle, regaining his balance and slowly pushing his hood back. His soulful eyes and short blond hair made your heart sing, and you flung your arms around him, unable to hold back any longer.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” you whispered against his chest plate, eyes squeezed tightly shut as you soaked up every single second, still unable to trust that this was reality and not a dream.
Minutes melted into hours as you enjoyed a warm meal together that you’d prepared while he relaxed in a hot shower. You couldn’t tear your eyes from each other’s faces as you finished with hot drinks that tingled all the way down to your stomachs, and when you curled up on the couch together, entwined like matching puzzle pieces, you let out a deep sigh of utter contentment. Your connection felt like a safe harbor in the middle of a storm, and you’d felt so utterly adrift that you couldn’t imagine needing anything more in that moment. There had been much to catch up on, and as you exhausted every thought and memory you’d endured while apart, you felt all the stress and despair melting away, just for tonight. You felt alive like never before, radiating with a vibrant need to make every second count, and the way he held you, shifting occasionally to bring you closer, showed his own yearning and contentment.
It grew late, the raucous undercurrent of noise that constantly accompanied the busy level you lived on gradually fading to the background, and the silences between thoughts grew longer. You pushed yourself up, meeting his eyes and feeling your heart skip a beat again. It was as though everything had suddenly fallen into place, and your path forward was crystal clear. But you didn’t know if he felt the same.
“Will you stay?” you said softly, so much weight in those three words that you hadn’t even intended, and he held your hand against his chest before pressing a kiss to your head.
“If you’ll have me.”
* * *
You got to see him semi-regularly from then on, which was beyond your wildest hopes. He was starting a covert operation from a seemingly-abandoned hangar on level 1313, which wasn’t too far from your own. Your new objectives at work provided you with a little bit of information that you were able to pass on, hopefully assisting him in his noble endeavors, and the evenings you spent together made all the chaos fade away, just for a while. You’d drift off to sleep wrapped in his arms, his warmth radiating from beneath his blacks, his breath tickling your shoulder, and the sight of him in the morning, bleary-eyed and sheepish, never failed to make your heart grow in your chest.
It was one of those mornings when you’d shared another kiss. His hand was on the keypad as he was prepared to head out, not knowing when he would be able to return. He’d paused, turning back to you with inexplicable depth in his brown eyes, and he’d pulled his helmet off to set it on the nearby counter. Unspoken communication had been a strength from the start, and you met his embrace eagerly, pressing your cheek against him in a strong hug before pulling back. He didn’t release you, though, instead gazed back and forth between your eyes. This time it was you who leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was more possessive than you’d expected, and you could feel his heart pounding against his chest beneath your hand when you finally separated. You’d brushed your fingers along his defined cheekbone, sneaking in one last peck on the lips before releasing him to the dangers of the galaxy.
Weeks later, you were lost in thought while stirring a bubbling pot of sauce on the stove, listening to the splashes of water coming from the refresher where Rex was showering. Something had been awakened in you and had been growing in its intensity, demanding your attention and discernment. When he appeared in the hallway, rubbing the end of a towel over his head before draping it across his broad shoulders, your mouth went dry. He’d pulled his blacks back over his legs but had noticeably left his shirt behind, a few crystalline droplets of water still flecked across his defined torso.
“That’s not fair,” you said, smirking at him as he leaned against the bar counter across from where you were cooking. His eyebrows lifted in mock innocence.
“What?” he said, as though he couldn’t possibly imagine what you were referring to.
“You can’t walk around like that,” you answered, gesturing at his tanned pecs with your stirring spoon. “Looking like that…” you continued, unable to take your eyes off of him. He could tell something had been brewing for a while, and he had never pushed, never rushed, but had met your growing levels of passion with his own. But this… “That’s some scorched earth warfare,” you finished, reveling in his delighted chuckle as you turned off the burner beneath the simmering pot.
“I have no idea what you mean,” he insisted, pulling the towel off his shoulders and holding it in one outstretched arm, the other matching its gesture of helpless confusion. His playfulness was as endearing as his half-nakedness was intoxicating, and you sidled around to where he stood, swallowing hard before reaching out a tentative hand to stroke his stomach. He tensed slightly, but when you looked to his face there was nothing but a simmer of his own as he settled his hands gently on your waist.
You put your other hand on his chest, gliding it across scars and what little hair there was, then reached it up over his shoulder, pulling him against you for a kiss that quickly evolved into open-mouthed caresses of tongues and lips. The quiet hum that rumbled in his chest as you explored every inch of his body, clothed and unclothed, was the final spark. His firm fingers cupping the back of your head as he turned his face against yours, kissing you again and again with increasing depth and fervor, ignited a fire in your core that blossomed across your entire body, and you pulled away with a gasp.
“Rex…” you whispered his name like a prayer, the neediness in your tone surprising both of you. The way your bodies were pressed together, slight movements creating a maddening friction, rendered you nearly unable to speak. “I want you,” you murmured against his lips, both of your chests vibrating with rapid heartbeats.
“I… you…,” he stuttered, eyes wide. He was playful and coy in familiar territories, but this was uncharted waters, and the facade immediately disappeared beneath the heat of your gaze and the confession of your words. “You sure?”
“Yes,” you breathed, one hand resting over his heart, the other at the small of his back. “But it’s okay if you don’t,” you added hastily, realizing that perhaps his respectful patience had not been solely because of your own slowness in this area.
“No,” he said quickly, a bit louder than he intended, startling you both and earning a quick giggle from you. “No,” he repeated more quietly, caressing your cheek with a hand. “It’s just… not something I’m… ah… familiar with.”
“Well you know I’m not,” you smiled. Your endless conversations had covered this area as well, although where you had eventually been forthcoming about your avoidance of intimacy, waiting for something truly special, he had been a little more cryptic, and you had only assumed that he’d had plenty of opportunities. But whether he had or hadn’t, you’d never been more sure of anything in your life that you wanted to be with him. “But hey – there’s no pressure,” you added, leaning into his touch. “I just… Holy kriff,” you said, as though the realization were hitting you like a photon cannon, “I love you.”
His smile grew wider, and he seemed to swell with joy at your words. He placed a tender kiss on your lips, lingering for an extra moment before pulling away.
“And I love you.”
* * *
You’d been cuddling for ages, taking your sweet time enjoying each other’s naked bodies. Just his touch across your skin was sending shivers down your spine, fanning the flame of desire to be as close to him as possible, to feel every inch of him, to entwine your bodies and souls in a profound way. The breathing was getting heavier, the sighs and whispers punctuated by more ardent kisses, and as you stroked down the outside of his hip, reveling in the curve of his buttcheek and his muscular thigh, you could feel his hard length pressing against your leg, and a wave of tingles cascaded through you.
He guided you onto your back, propping himself up on his elbow beside you, barely visible in the dark room. The outline of his shoulder was illuminated by the gentle glow that peeked around the curtains, as was the rest of his stately form. His hand grazed over your chest, catching your breath in your throat, and his lips found your neck, brushing down to your collarbone as he cupped a breast and ghosted his thumb across the perked nipple. You rolled your head to the side, offering yourself to his loving touch and trying to still your writhing form.
His hand continued down your stomach, brushing across the top of your thigh before slipping between your legs. A breathy sigh escaped your lips as his fingertips found you, tentatively yet deliberately tracing your slick folds from bottom to top, and you tipped your hips, aching for more. He turned back to face you, kissing you on the lips again as he repeated the process with a slightly firmer touch. With every stroke, he was feeding the burning desire within, distracted only by the occasional tremble of his hand or elbow that indicated his own lack of confidence. Your fingers dug into his back, inviting and encouraging, and when he dragged his fingers up one last time, he caught the way you bit back a moan when he reached your clit, lingering there for a moment with tentative, gentle circles.
You were reaching for him in the dark, wanting to feel his cock and make him ache as badly as you were. When your fingers found the base, you wrapped a hand around it, dragging a gasp from him as you carefully pulled, ever so slightly, before releasing it. There was something slick on your hand already, which surprised you, but his murmured apology in your ear about being too excited brought a levity that made you feel even closer. You teased him with curious fingers, leaning down to trace along his balls and up the bottom of his shaft, feeling him twitch beneath your hand.
“Come here,” you whispered, nudging him with an arm to invite him on top of you. He nestled himself between your legs, holding himself up with knees and elbows as he stroked a heavy hand over your hair, cupping your head to bring his lips to yours again and again. You shifted your legs to either side, opening yourself up to him and feeling a thrill run across you as the cool air of movement met your wet pussy. His tip brushed against you, both of you tensing in delight and anticipation, and he pulled up for a moment, face inches from yours.
“You sure?” he asked quietly, shivering as you stroked one leg along his. You nodded, whispering a nearly-begging affirmative that washed over him like morning sun. He shifted a little, poking around once or twice before finding your entrance and pushing the tip inside. Fireworks exploded behind your eyes, and your hands stroked encouragement across his back as he hovered there for a moment before slowly, cautiously, painstakingly inching in further. He pressed his forehead against yours, sharing your air with heavy breaths while you thanked the Maker for the implanted birth control that you’d gotten ages ago and had many times cynically wondered why. The sensation of your slick, swollen walls against his cock was mind-blowing, and you could swear you heard a single curse word amid the pants falling from his lips, bringing a smile to your cheeks as he sank into you.
“Good?’ he whispered, his back muscles tense as he waited for your response. You tilted your hips slightly, granting him deeper access, and your whispered “yes” was followed by the fulfilling sensation of the base of his cock pressing against your clit as he bottomed out, mind abuzz with absolute euphoria as he felt you move and sigh blissfully around him. You cupped the back of his head, tilting your face up to kiss him again, and the two of you sat there for a moment, soaking in the intense connection and utter fullness you felt, wrapped around each other as you were. He pulled his hot body up a little, allowing a fresh chill to slip between you as he began to move.
“Holy kriff,” you gasped. You’d been delighted at the intoxicating feeling of his warm, hard cock inside of you, but the way it dragged along your walls, sending waves of pleasure radiating across your body, had you in a state of near delirium. “Good kriff, good kriff,” you reassured as he paused, alert and cautious. Your hands dug into his perfectly plump buttcheeks, feeling his muscles ripple as he thrust slowly, intentionally, muttering his own enamored disbelief against the side of your cheek. “Oh my gosh,” you whispered over and over, fueling his own passion as your fingers raked up his back and you gripped the back of his neck with one hand. His intensity was growing quickly, and the ecstasy rolling over you was increasing to match as he moved more deliberately against you. The gentle slap of his skin against yours joined the hushed moans and restrained praises as he moved faster and faster. One hand grasped a breast with an almost frantic fervor, and he shuddered as he realized his nearing climax with a hint of terror.
“I’m… what…” He could barely form words, his brows furrowed tightly as his forehead met yours again.
“Just go,” you murmured, completely lost in the incredible sensation of his passion. You pulled him close, whispering nonsensical encouragement as his thrusts became erratic and he let out a hoarse breath. He felt even more amazing inside of you as his throbbing cock filled you with his release, coating both of you with slick warmth as he continued to move. He gradually slowed his movements, panting in utterly spent relief and pleasure as he came to a halt, resting inside of you with a few lingering twitches. You wrapped your legs around his, holding him close for a moment as you lingered in vibrant connection and euphoric thrill.
He pulled out slowly, shifting to lay beside you and wrapping you in his arms. You turned to face him, shifting your thighs together and feeling the mess between them, and stroked from his forehead to his neck as he rested his cheek on your shoulder, his breaths tickling your neck.
“That was amazing,” you whispered, still vibrating.
“Incredible,” he panted, an appreciative hand resting on your hip. “But… But you… um…”
“It’s okay,” you laughed, too intoxicated by the joy of it all to care. You felt deeply satisfied, as though a whole new world had opened up to you, and the fact that it was with him made you wonder what you’d done to deserve such a life. He grumbled his disapproval but didn’t press, instead allowing you to snuggle further against him as you slipped one leg between his and nestled your face against his chest. Neither of you could get enough, hands lightly stroking along arms and sides, cheeks and legs, until you slowed into blissful stillness and pressed one last kiss to his chest.
“I want to do that again,” he murmured, earning another giggle from you.
“Ditto,” you admitted, smiling against his skin.
“But next time, I’m gonna get you,” he poked, and you could hear the faint wisp of insecurity beneath the joking levity. Shifting up to lay your head on the pillow next to his, you caressed his cheek in fond admiration.
“You’ve got me,” you answered, a sheepish smile accompanying your cheesy words. He chuckled, capturing your lips in another mind-melting kiss.
um so for your 1k celebration (CONGRATS 🎉) can we get some t*try fucking with dogma please?
Yaaaayyyy, an excuse to use one of these adorable dividers by @powdered-kneecaps!! :D Also, I don't know that I've ever written for Dogma yet?! So this should be a fun one!
Dogma x F!Reader - NSFW - Word Count: 1.6k - Content: see the ask above ;)
"You shouldn't be here," Dogma insisted, eyes glancing nervously throughout the barracks. "I mean, I'm happy to see you, but if--"
"I took care of it," you whispered against his lips, leaning in to kiss him again. You were standing in front of his bunk, surrounded by identical bunks belonging to his brothers, and with some creative planning and tactical bribes, you'd secured some time alone with him, a nearly impossible feat otherwise.
"How do you know?" he mumbled, pulling back from your mouth. "It's just--"
"Love," you insisted, feeling the seconds tick by. "I can explain the details later, but I have paid off some very important people to ensure that no one will come in for at least half an hour. But the longer we talk about it..." You grinned, heart warmed at the sight of his face lighting up at the opportunity before him.
"Well... uh... Thank you," he said quietly, somewhat unsure of how to proceed. But you knew exactly where you wanted it to go. You pushed him down onto his bunk, climbing on top of him to slide a leg on either side of his waist. Hungry hands slid up his chest, beneath his blacks, and you settled your weight on his hips, humming in anticipation as you felt his hard length against your sex.
"No time to waste," you whispered, satisfied at the sound of his breath catching in his throat. You pulled his shirt over his head, cupping the back of it as you bent down. Your kisses grew more passionate, mouths opening, tongues sliding together, breaths heavy as you shared the same air. His hands searched your front, cupping your breasts before giving them a squeeze and riling you up further. With a quick tug from him, you helped him take your shirt off, and then it was only a deft twist of his fingers that took your bra along with it.
Your breasts spilled into his eager hands and he groaned at their warmth and softness. Leaning forward over him, you braced a hand against the front railing of his cot as he buried his face in your chest, turning to one side to kiss your nipple before taking it in his mouth. It was so sudden, so strong, it made your toes curl and you gasped in pleasure. He pulled away, looking up at you in concern even as his pupils were dilated with lust.
"You sure no one can hear?"
You smiled. Gods you loved him. And you knew what he was capable of when there were no risks hanging over his head.
"I promise. You're just too good--"
Now it was you whose words were cut off as he ravaged your front, cupping and squeezing, licking and pinching, rolling your nipple between his teeth ever so carefully before giving it a suck that sent electricity through your body. When he slowed, you sat up, reveling in the sheer awe on his face as he looked at you.
"You are so kriffing beautiful," he murmured. A helpless confession. You leaned forward briefly, cupping his face with a hand and brushing your thumb across the sharp lines of his tattoo, then with a single chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, you slid yourself down his body. He squirmed at the contact, and you didn't have to ask for help as you pulled the rest of his clothes off. His cock sprang out, ready and waiting, and you grasped it softly, wrapping your fingers around the base and sliding them ever so slowly up and down as he shuddered and cursed.
You teased him for only a second before taking it into your mouth, his fingers digging into the thin sheets as you sank down on him. A few flicks of the tongue, a few gentle slides along your cheek, and a few swirls of your mouth around his length had him nearly begging for you to finish him off. Time was ticking, but you had a little surprise for him.
"Sit up for me?" you asked, backing up to sit on your knees as he pulled himself up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He looked awkwardly normal in his seated position, but his muscular thighs and erection were definitely a stark contrast.
"What are you doing?" he whispered, his voice husky.
"You'll see."
You climbed onto the ground and settled yourself between his legs, grazing your fingertips along the insides of his thighs as his gaze darkened at the sight of you like that. Lifting up on your knees, you traced his cock along your front, dragging it painstakingly slowly from one side of your chest to the other, watching it dip and slide along the curves.
"Fuck," he breathed, eyebrows arching in helpless ecstasy. "You're... You're so... Aghh."
You'd scooped his length into your hands, stroking it up and down as you met his eyes with a sultry stare. You teased the tip with your tongue a bit, then tried a little something new. Pressing your breasts together with your hands, you slid them on either side of his cock all the way to the base, then slowly dragged them back up until the head disappeared between your cleavage. It wasn't very smooth at all, and the stickiness made it less than ideal.
"Balls, I forgot," you whispered, dropping your tits to pull out a small jar from your purse beside his bed. "Stand by."
He would have laughed if he weren't staring at you in disbelief, insanely aroused and wondering how he ever got so lucky. You scooped out some luscious oil from the jar, drizzling it across your chest as you flicked your eyes up to his. You were taking your time, and he seemed barely able to restrain himself. The jar was closed and put away, and you rubbed your hands together, coating them with the lightly-scented oil before spreading the rest across your breasts. You grasped his cock again, gliding effortlessly along it as you greased him up as well.
"You ready for this?" you teased, a glimmer in your eyes as you languidly stroked his length.
"No," he admitted, breathing harder as you cupped his balls. You chuckled, toying with them for a second longer, then scooped your breasts together again and slid his cock between them. Ohhh that was it. You watched as his thick length rested against your chest then disappeared as you began to move up and down. His hands moved frantically from the edge of the bed to his thigh to your shoulder and back to the bed again, seeking anything to ground himself as you bounced more quickly. "Oh fuck, fuck," he whimpered, chin curling toward his chest.
You looked up at him again, relishing every second of him falling apart in front of you, and his gaze was simultaneously wide-eyed and smoldering. Your pussy tightened, but you had other plans, and there would probably be time for him to finish you with his hand or mouth afterward. His mouth fell open slightly and an air of hesitation suddenly reached your consciousness. You slowed, watching him curiously.
"Can... Can I..." He didn't even know how to ask, but he reached down to either side of your breasts, replacing your hands with his own, and you nodded with a smile. You liked where this was going. There was a slight tremble to his grasp as he cupped your chest around his cock, his thumbs tracing erratic circles as he began to move, slowly, testing it out.
His length slid between your breasts as he pushed them closer together, checking your face for any discomfort. But you had your lower lip between your teeth, hands gripping his legs and thighs as his hips rocked. He found his rhythm, rubbing between your tits with delicious friction, and you could feel the heat growing as he thrust faster and faster.
"Yes," you whispered, wildly aroused at his feral energy. "Get it. Come on." A shaky groan escaped him at your encouragement, and you arched your back, providing him the best view as you closed your eyes, enjoying the sensation. His own whispers melted into senseless babble as he neared his peak, and when you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, his eyebrows curved helplessly as he soared over the edge. Praise and curses fell indiscriminately from his lips as his cock throbbed between your breasts, his hot spill coating you both as his thrusts slowed. When he came to a rest, you scooped the small towel out of your purse and cleaned both of you up, standing up to cup his blissful face. You pressed a loving kiss to his lips, feeling his residual shudders still wracking his body, and he pulled you onto the bunk with him, flopping onto his back with you in his arms at his side.
"That... That was... Where did you... That was unbelievable," he panted, your heart swelling in your chest at his effusive praise.
"Happy birthday," you sighed, smiling at the quick turn of his head.
"What? It's not my--"
"It is now."
He chuckled, shaking his head at the nonsense, and pressed a kiss against your hair, stroking affectionate fingers up and down your arm.
"Thank you," he murmured.
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If I’m not too late to slide in with a request to celebrate, and it pleases the court, I humbly request:
Jesse, in a hotel on shore leave, and One feral partner, one flustered and delighted partner with Jess being the feral partner 🥰
Congratulations again!!!
My belated gift to you! ;) It kinda took on a life of its own so it's faaaiirly close to the prompt but... a little... messier.
Jesse x GN!Reader (please let me know if I missed anything)
Word Count: 1.5k
NSFW - Minors DNI - Content below the cut
Content: umm, making out, groping, unprotected p in v (kinda went straight for it here, LOL)
His lips were heavy on your shoulder blade as he pulled your top to your waist, hot breaths following open-mouthed kisses as he murmured adoration against your skin. A shiver ran down your spine, again reminding you that you had never in your wildest dreams imagined being here.
You were the shy one.. You did your work, endured small talk from your fellow engineers, and joined your friends in evening shenanigans. It was just more pleasant for you to observe the world, taking it all in, than it was to constantly contribute. You’d also resolved that your contributions came from areas other than being outgoing, and sincerely enjoyed all the thoughts that swirled through your mind as you watched, smiled, and laughed.
A gentle hand with a rough palm slid up the curve of your back, between your shoulders and up to the back of your neck, pulling you back to meet his hungry lips. His other hand held your waist, taking you with him as he lay down backward onto the bed. You laughed against his mouth, hands raking up his back in sheer delight as you drowned in his scent, his voice, his movement…
Jesse was the bold one. The loud laugh you could hear across a crowded room. The bravado to a crowd, yet focused attention to just one person. You wished you had his bravery, although there had been a few times it got him in trouble. But you’d also heard his conversations – honest, insightful talks with a brother at the end of the bar. Encouragement in endeavors, commiseration in grief. There was a depth to him that you were certain you could explore forever. If you ever said a word to him, that is.
The two of you scooted up to the pillows on the bed, entwining once again as you rested your heads. Arms were tucked, one leg resting atop another, and free hands were tenderly exploring every inch they could reach. His chest was so broad, with a rough smattering of hair that you dug your fingers into. He radiated heat, and the light sheen of sweat had already made his abs glisten. In a sudden fit of courage, you grabbed a chunk of his glorious buttcheek, giving it a hearty squeeze. The rumbling laugh and silly comment were soon replaced by his face against yours, one hand cupping your jaw as he moved against you. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss with a gentle caress of the tongue.
Somehow, all of time and space had aligned in an unbelievable moment of fate, and you'd been sitting one table away from him and his squad. They were in a heated argument about what their ship could do, and suddenly they’d turned around, recognizing your engineer uniforms.
“Can we bug you for a minute?” one of them asked, blue and white armor catching the reflection of the light panels across the ceiling. His eyes fell to you, piercing you to the core with the warmth and confidence you saw, and he continued, “Come on, I need you to save my life over here.” He gave a dramatic eyebrow waggle and a grin, and the laugh was bursting from you before you even knew it.
Each side of the debate was composed of a few clones who were all equally certain that they were, in fact, correct. This was vehemently sparred back and forth until your voice broke through the silence, shining the actual answer like a beacon of light. You continued with an explanation, sealing the deal, and when you finished, he hooted and clapped you on the back before pulling you into a hug that set you on fire.
“Youuu just made my day!” he laughed, releasing you to stand before him. “That was incredible!” You sheepishly met his gaze, losing yourself in the amber spark, and in a flash, two hours had passed with the two of you engaged in quiet conversation on matters of all kinds of depth. You’d never have thought it would open the door for you to grow closer and closer, realizing you shared more than just an intellectual connection.
You’d wanted this for ages, but you weren’t about to admit it, and he'd always stayed on the safe side rather than suggesting anything that would add pressure. But the dam had broken, the truth been released, and you were on each other in an instant. The cool sheets now bunched up at your feet had cushioned your fall onto the bed as you hungrily kissed lips, necks, shoulders. And now his hands were on your naked body, worshipfully stroking every inch. When he grazed the inside of your thigh, your heart did a flip, and you couldn’t resist biting your lip.
“Heh, you like that, mm?” he murmured against your cheek, hot breath tickling your ear.
“You gonna be a big tease?” you returned, stroking a hand down the side of his hip and thigh.
“Oh, look who’s got stuff to say now!” His delighted reply came with a bright laugh, and he rolled over you in a flash, holding himself gently on top of you with strong arms on either side of your head and strategically-placed knees that still allowed him to press against you tantalizingly. His golden brown skin was illuminated suddenly by a glow through the window, and for once you didn’t curse your neighbor for that bright-ass light, but rather marveled at the sight of him above you.
“Kriff, you’re hot,” you gasped in a tone of near-disbelief, flushing with a wave of heat as he slid his thigh higher along your side. Your brain caught up with your body, and a sudden sheepishness at the additional light revealing your own naked body made you tighten your arms in front of you, looking up at him bashfully. “I’m a lil shy,” you admitted, and the smile it brought to his face gave you the tingles.
“Let’s get you covered up, then,” he purred, and you realized he intended to provide the cover himself as he lowered, writhing on top of you in an intoxicatingly sensual way. Your hands dug into his shoulders, his back, and with a tilt of his hips you suddenly felt his hard length against you. Patience was suddenly an entirely foreign concept as you slipped a hand down between you, sliding your palm across the mess of arousal you’d both begun to make and stroking it down the top of his cock. He groaned, and the sheer vulnerability of it gave you a fire that surprised you. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you slowly slid your silky hand along his shaft, biting your lip to hold back a whine at its thickness.
You couldn’t wait any more, grinding your hips toward him as you ran your hand up his thigh. He pressed at your entrance, the stretch of that and the intoxication of his hands and lips all over you nearly sending you over the edge. He was as gentle as he was strong, as passionate as he was attuned. You wanted him bad. Your head was swirling with all the yearning and hunger that had been building for ages, and yet he continued his light teasing, driving you mad.
“Come on, Jess,” you growled, immediately clapping your mouth shut and looking at him with wide eyes. You hadn’t intended to say it aloud, and definitely not with such a confident, sultry tone. But the response in his dark gaze and lip bite washed away any trace of embarrassment as he finally sank slowly into you, pressing his forehead to yours with tightly closed eyes. His hand found your neck, cupping it gently as he stayed still for a moment, whispering incoherently about how good it felt. You shivered, his praise and slow drag against your slick walls making you feel absolutely incoherent.
You’d never felt so feral in your life, letting out an indulgent moan as his hand found your chest with a firm grip and he began to pick up his pace. Fingers splayed across his back, you held yourself against him as he moved, beginning to thrust harder. Curses fell from your lips when he shifted his angle, sinking deep into you and sending an explosion of warmth and tingles through your core. Your legs slid along his as he moved, his hips slapping against you with perfect hunger as he rocked you through your peak, unable to hold himself back as you came apart beneath him. His hot release only made it more euphoric as he slowly continued, milking every last breathy gasp from you before coming to a halt, leaning down against you with a warm caress across your head.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, and you thought your heart could burst.
helloooooo!!! super big congrats on the follower celebration!! 🤗🫶
could i please please get the prompt “Someone discovers they like their hair pulled” with Kix please?
buttttt how about it’s the first time he has been intimate with someone after growing his hair out so he had noooo idea he liked his hair being pulled before, but boy oh boy does he LOVE it
sending much love and thank you sm! 💕
Awwww yeahhhh. I hope this hit the nail on the head. It was fun to play out in my imagination. ;) LOL! I have to include this gorgeous art of him as well, by @rosemarynightmares-art <3
Now, I posted this older sketch a while ago, but took it down again because I wasn't so satisfied with the lineart, but. Now it makes its re
Kix x Fem! Reader - Minors DNI - NSFW - 1.5k words - content below the cut
Content Warnings: making out in public, hair pulling, sex in a closet, unprotected P in V, I hate the word creampie because it doesn't seem so dramatic the way I write it but there is mention of what happens after unprotected sex. ;)
It was him. It had always been him. You just didn’t think you would ever actually get your chance. After all, what kind of medic in one of the busiest squads in the GAR would have had the time or opportunity to notice you? Sure, your work took you around his areas on the ship fairly frequently, but you couldn’t have imagined that you’d ever catch his eye.
You even enjoyed your time off in similar ways, either coaxed into debauchery at 79s with your separate groups of friends or sometimes crossing paths in the quieter parts of the planet – an abandoned warehouse with an expansive array of broken-down starships that had a natural walking path around the perimeter that people would frequent. It was as close to a park that the Coruscant underworld would ever get.
He was always cordial, always polite. He had no idea the effect his smile had on you, the way your heart would pound in your ears when you’d watch him run a hand over the tattoos across his head. It was embarrassing, the way he’d captivated you heart and soul with a smattering of conversations that brought depth and insight.
But it had to be him… Sitting alone in a booth, mindlessly scrolling on a datapad. He wore the armor, decorated with proud blue accents across the white. He sported the medic symbol on his shoulder plate. He had the same tendency to part his lips just a hair while reading something and twitch them occasionally as he grew more immersed. But he looked so different. His hair was a stark contrast to the last time you’d seen him – it was in the standard military crew cut, making him nearly indistinguishable from so many of the clones who opted for the default appearance. You could swear you saw a hint of ink poking out near his temple, but with the hazy lighting, it could have just been wishful thinking.
It wasn’t.
Your curiosity got the best of you, and beyond your wildest of dreams, you found yourself deep in conversation with him two hours later, having connected in more ways than you thought possible. It was as though the stars aligned, bringing the two of you together at the perfect time for your ridges and valleys to fit together, creating a soothing, inviting, intoxicating presence for one another. The effervescent spark of excitement was dancing between the two of you as you recounted missions and duties, humors and gripes. It had exploded into a blaze when you both felt inexplicably drawn to one another, alight with desire as your faces drew together in the booth. His kiss had been gentle at first, polite and respectful. He moved his head against you, slowly opening up into more passion.
“I want…” you began, smothered by the repeated caress of his lips on yours, “...to go where…” He wasn’t letting up, flickering his tongue against yours before releasing you for a breath. You tried to finish your sentence, “...we can–” His mouth covered yours entirely, a single hand on the outside of your thigh searing into your skin and fanning the flame. You dug your fingers into his hair, gripping a handful and pulling it back firmly to allow yourself to talk. He groaned loudly, and both of your eyes snapped open, each finding their look of surprise mirrored on the other’s face.
You felt almost feral in response, and he got a glimmer in his eye as you tightened your fist around his locks again, swinging your leg over to straddle him in the booth. Your back banged into the edge of the table, eliciting a growl from you at the sharp disruption. But it worked in your favor; the sound you made had provoked him as well, and his hands were heavy on your hips and thighs as his mouth worked its way to your neck, raking his teeth across your pulse before lavishing it with kisses and suggestive swipes of his tongue. It sent a shiver down your spine, and when his hand hungrily grasped your breast through your clothes, you were seeing stars.
He moaned at the feel of you tensing and writhing against him, the pure hunger radiating from you joining his own and stoking the fire. The next thing you knew, he had scrambled out of the booth, pulling you with him, and the two of you were locked in a supply closet with a broom handle jammed through the door. Clothes and armor plates were hitting the ground in reckless abandon, and then you were both naked, love-drunk and heavy-lidded as you gazed at each other in the almost complete darkness. The light peeking under the door was the only illumination, but it was enough for your hands to find each other’s bodies, caressing and grabbing as you came together again.
His hard length rutted against your thigh, his hands ravishing your breasts with increasing firmness that had you whining for more. He lifted you onto a crate, spreading your legs and moving between them before lowering his head to your chest. All it took was the flat of his tongue lapping across one nipple for your back to arch, offering yourself up to his appetite, cradled by his strong arm below you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hands raking up his shoulder blades and burying themselves in his hair again. He rumbled his desire, growing in intensity as your fingers teased tingle-inducing patterns on his scalp.
“You seem to like this,” you whispered, and your nipple escaped his mouth with a soft pop as he lifted his head to lean against yours.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me” he said breathlessly, hands roving your body again. He scooped you closer to him, leaning you flat onto your back on the crates and pressing himself up against you. It was intoxicating – his scent and sound all around you, the muscles in his forearm tightening beneath your hand as he held himself up with it beside your head, the movement of his torso as he ravaged you passionately, the thick thigh and irresistible butt you couldn’t help but grab and squeeze. Your knees moved up toward your shoulders, guided by his gentle hands, and it tilted your hips upward where they met his hard cock, gliding against your folds in a tantalizing implication of what was to come.
You breathed his name, heaving chest grazing his as he lowered himself on you, being careful not to crush you but perfectly paralyzing you with both weight and intensity. He stole a kiss before working his way back down your torso, lavishing it with kisses and love bites. Your hands found his head again, and you splayed your fingers across his scalp, tightening them and feeling him shudder. His response was undeniable, provoking you to coax him on. Pivoting your hips to grind against his, you ran your fingers through his hair again and again, moaning your satisfaction as he pressed against you again. When he sank in, slowly and lusciously, groaning until he bottomed out with his thick shaft against you, you tightened your grip on his hair, sending him to the next level.
You raked your fingernails down the back of his neck as he dragged his cock out, making you gasp slightly as he blew a gentle puff of air toward your pussy. It was tingly and cool, and you were still shivering from it when he pushed into you again, filling you perfectly and making you ache for him to rock into you repeatedly. You pulled him against you, wrapping your legs around him as he thrust deeper, experimenting with angles and listening to your moans and sighs as he increased the intensity of his passionate movements.
Something in him had been kindled by you, and he slid his thumb against your clit, your silky arousal making his circular strokes smooth and gratifying. You were coming in no time, chin pressed to your chest as you whined his praises. Waves of pleasure reverberated throughout you, and his heavy breathing gave way to more vulnerable vocalizations as he climaxed, right at the same time as you because this is perfect fantasy. You were still riding out your own high as his thrusting slowed and became erratic, milking every last drop from his throbbing cock until he came to a halt, leaning with a hand on the crates on either side of you as he slid out, still dripping as he turned to search for his clothes. You felt the tickle between your legs, mumbling your thanks as he handed you your own attire, and did your best to clean yourself up with what you had. When you’d both assumed some semblance of normalcy, despite the random tufts of hair poking in odd directions, he opened the closet door, poking a head out first.
“All clear?” you asked playfully, still glowing from all that had transpired.
“Absolutely packed,” he answered, turning to grin at you helplessly.
“Hm. Well hey,” you said in a bright tone, “I love the new haircut…”
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Fives x GN!Reader - “I’m trying to be sexy and you’re laughing at me!” - 570 words - NSFW - minors DNI
You weren’t sure what Fives had in mind when he told you to get ready for “the night of your life“, but you could feel a tingle in your chest as you finished getting ready, hanging up your towel after the shower and pulling on the sexiest little outfit you owned. You loved your time together with him; on the rare occasion that he was on-world with free time, he was equal parts adventurous and easy-going, just as happy scaring you half to death on the back of his speeder bike as he was tangling up on the couch together to watch a screen mindlessly.
“Babe?” he called, and with one last adjustment to your skimpy outfit, you headed for the bedroom. “Babe! I need help…” he said, louder this time, making you pick up the pace. When you finally burst in the door, the scene that met your eyes was one that you would not soon forget. The curtains were drawn, lights off, and the entire room was bathed in the gentle, warm glow of a dozen candles. As you stopped, dumbfounded, music reached your ears, but it wasn’t anything you had heard before… It was some kind of ridiculously sultry jizz music, apparently made just for sexy time as it was punctuated with awkwardly loud moans between saxophone solos.
“Oh. My. Gosh,” you stuttered, eyes finally landing on Fives, who put the rest of the details to shame. He was completely naked except for a thin strip of the satin sheet that just baaaaarely covered his partially erect bulge. One of his wrists was above his head, wrapped in a thick ribbon that was attached to the headboard; the other was fastened securely in one side of a pair of binders that looked to be stuck to a chunk of his armor on the floor next to the bed.
“This was not the plan,” he grumbled, eyes still gleaming with amusement. “I was trying to… well, nevermind. Can you just help me get this side off my armor?” He rattled the wrist in the binders, but your eyes were elsewhere, taking in the curve of his hip and the broad smoothness of his chest. A warmth was blossoming between your legs, and you bit your lip, thoroughly aroused, but you also couldn’t stop giggling at the situations he always seemed to get himself into.
“I think I might keep you like this for a little while, actually…” you purred, sidling up to the bed and tracing suggestive fingertips down his side. His roguish grin grew wider, but you were still unsuccessful in stifling your chuckles.
“Hey,” he admonished, turning his honey brown eyes into woeful pools of pitiful injury, “I’m trying to be sexy here, and you’re laughing!”
You bent over, allowing your torso to brush across his thinly veiled cock as you hovered your hot breath up his abs, feeling him tense beneath you, until you placed a lingering kiss on one of his pecs and teased his collarbone with a hand. You lifted your head to his face, heart skipping a beat at the smoldering look he wore. You leaned close, kissing him deeply and hungrily, palms gliding over his chest and shoulders, then worked your way across to his neck, nibbling it before sucking a mark. He groaned quietly in response to the words you whispered against the side of his face before continuing your exploration:
