#clone assassin

[boggsart]

Are you in a dire need of some tbb s3 character references? I got u <3 <3

I got asked a lot, so i thought i'd share my models with you. None of them are accurate, but i've tried my best ✨

[derivative-house]

Graffiti Log (1)

Mostly assassin clones

There are couplings and some strange expressions…

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

[apocalyp-tech-a]

OK, 'hear' me out. (Helps to wear headphones if you listen.) Season 2, Episode 16, Plan 99, Mark 6:04. Season 3, Episode 3, Shadows of Tantiss, Mark 1:20. When the assassin is introduced - it's the same ominous drum(?) sound as when the hinge severs on the railcar after Tech shoots it. Not me looking for any sort of musical leitmotif crumbs that Tech is that assassin. I promised myself I wouldn't speculate. 🙃

[archeo-starwars]

[meshla-cyarika]

Stillness

Pairing: CX-2 x AFAB!reader

Word count: 661

Tags/warnings: 18+ only! Established relationship, smut, cockwarming, neck kissing, penetration, p in v

Summary: working as a scientist, you're used to sitting at a desk for hours on end. The only issue is, today you've got a warm, thick dick sitting ever so still inside of you.

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"Cuyir su." His native tongue slips past his lips, a gloved hand grasping tightly at your hip to keep you still after you tried to grind agaisnt him. Be still.

You’re straddling him on his desk chair, he's buried deep within you, rock hard but not moving, just using you to keep him warm while he writes his reports. A shaky sigh passes your lips and you rest your forehead agaisnt his chest that's rid of his cuirass for once, leaving his top half only in his body suit. When he's sure you're not going to move again, he loosens his hold and subconsciously strokes his hand up and down your side, relishing in how you shiver from even his lightest touch.

You lift your head from his chest, only to nuzzle his neck, placing the occasion kiss. After a minute, your kisses turn more hungry. Open mouthed and not afraid to lightly nuzzle your canines into his throat. His hand wonders into your hair, as he tilts his head to the side to provide you better access. He loses himself for a moment and let's you become his every thought.

"Cyar'ika." The hand in your hair tugs you to lean back from his neck and face him. "Be still. I can always just take what I want and leave you to satisfy yourself. Is that what you want?"

You shake your head with a pout. The threat is seemingly empty. The pair of you already have limited time together and you both relish in every second of it. He wouldn't leave you high and dry without knowing the extent of time he'll be away from you next...Would he?

A shudder runs down your spine at the thought, as you wrap your arms around his waist and hide your flushed face in his neck. A low groan rumbles from his throat when he feels you clench down on him.

For a while, you settle. You don’t know how long. He answers a few times when he’s hailed on his commlink, giving orders in the same calm, professional tone as he would any other time. As if he doesn’t have you on his lap. As if he doesn’t have to repress a groan at every involuntary flutter of your inner muscles. 

Your hand finds its way underneath the hem of the top half of his body suit, subconsciously raking your nails across his toned abs and feeling how they tense. You know better than to ask if you’re allowed to cum yet, so you do your best not to move, even though arousal is pulsing in your core and you feel so wonderfully slick and full.

The day has taken it's tole on you and you can't help the way your eyelids droop. You drift in and out of sleep, all with his cock still in you. Still filling you to the brim. Beyond his prominent arousal, CX-2 feels a soft pang in his heart at the sight of you so content with him, so peaceful. The assassins takes pride in how easily you let your gaurd down infront of him. Since he has no memory of the man he once was, he can't remember a time where someone didn't fear him or try to make him fear them. He needs you just as much as you need him.

CX-2 is drawn from his thoughts when he feels the soft roll of your hips agaisnt his pelvis. You sigh and nuzzle closer against his neck. The datapad thuds agaisnt his desk and his bare hands - when had he taken his gloves off? - grasp your waist, holding you down to start grinding at just the right angles into your soaked core.

You give a shuddering, grateful moan, suddenly wide awake. Fuck, it feels so good to be so close to him, to have his cock thick and heavy inside you, knowing that no one will ever compare to him. Your assassin.

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

dOmIciLe

[local-cryptid]

ive been agonizing over this for the past week so just take it