#swdrabble

[neon-junkie]

Crosshair totally puts a toothpick in his mouth after he's done pounding his girl

I've spoken about this before, but please consider this: Crosshair never took it out to begin with, until...

He's pinned you down to his bunk, furiously pounding into you without a care in the world. Are both of you being too loud? Yes. Could anybody be overhearing you right now? Probably. Does Crosshair care? Of course not.

He lets out a grunt, breathing heavily through his nose, his teeth clenched together, threatening to snap the toothpick that's been in his mouth since before you two began. The only time he took it out was to kiss you, needy and hungrily, as always, before popping it back in as he told you, "I need you right now."

Crosshair tightening his grip on your hips, smirking when you cross your ankles over behind his back, pulling him close. "Loud and desperate, huh?" he smugly comments, his eyes squinting happily when you pout in response. "Let's tone it down a bit. Those sounds are for me, and me alone," Crosshair states, and with a heavy thrust, he slams his cock deep into you and holds it there.

One hand is placed beside your head, holding his weight as he bends forward, his face approaching yours. He only gives you a one worded order, his eyes flicking down to gesture exactly what he's on about. "Hold," Crosshair orders.

Lifting your head up slightly, you pick the toothpick from his lips, pressing it between your teeth, holding it just like he does. He grins at the sight whilst commenting, "it suits you," and before you can reply, he's began pounding into you again.

A firm hand wraps around your throat, leaving more than enough space for Crosshair to begin leaving his marks along your throat. Others still may be able to overhear you, but the hickeys covering your neck are a reminder to everybody that you're already taken for, and there are two things that Crosshair isn't usually one for sharing: his girl, and his toothpicks.

[neon-junkie]

nsfw headcanon: hunter Loves eating pussy, and he's damn good at it. he gets really into it and gains as much pleasure from it as his partner, will beg to eat you out

YES. Due to his heightened senses, he can smell your arousal the second it starts to form, and if you're smart about it, then you can use this to your advantage.

Hunter's taken you out for dinner. He's free from his armour, wearing a formal shirt and pants, his hair tied up in a ponytail, his bandana long gone. You opted for something flashy, revealing, tasteful, complimented by a thin pair of panties. The aim is to get him worked up tonight, and you start the second you both sit down at the dinner table.

Hunter knows when you're toying with him, he knew from the second he arrived at your apartment that you had something planned, but what he wasn't expecting was for you to trap him whilst out. The main course arrives, and you're starting to feel slightly damp, rubbing your thighs together lightly to work yourself up even more. It works, and you begin feeling your wetness spreading across your inner thighs, soaking through your panties.

Your poor partner can barely eat, let alone finish his food, and he keeps gawking at you, innocently eating without a care in the world. "I know what you're doing," Hunter groans. You deny it, shrugging playfully, all whilst overstimulating your wetness. "Mesh'la, I can smell you from here... You're- Kriff, we need to leave."

"But I'm enjoying my meal," you groan.

"Yeah? And I want to enjoy mine, but I don't mean this one," he gestures to his food.

"We can leave," you sweetly smile. Hunter lets out a deep sigh of relief, his arousal growing heavier as every second passes, but his face drops when you say, "after a few more glasses of wine."

Oh, he'll get you back for this, probably by over-stimulating you with his tongue, and his tongue alone.

[neon-junkie]

I hope this is not unwelcome, but would I be able to request general fluff for Tech? He's becoming my comfort character and is very... personal ? to me and I never seem to see enough fluff or general happiness with him... If not, I understand and apologize for bothering you! Either way, thank you!

I have such a soft spot for this nerd. I think trying to flirt with him would be awkward as hell, so here’s a drabble based around that :^)

Reader is gender neutral!!

Kriff, what is this man going on about now? It's not that you zoned out, it's that Tech has a tendency to waffle on, sharing every single tiny detail, as if you have any idea what half of the words that he's saying mean. You're not the best with technology, and Tech knows that, considering he pulls the same disappointed expression whenever you ask him why your holopad isn't working. "Did you charge it? Did you try turning it on?" He'll always ask. You're not that stupid... most of the time. And now you find yourself leaning against his control panel with an empty head, no thoughts, only the babbling sounds of Tech scrambling away over his work. Is he actually talking to you? Or is he talking out loud? Both? Kriff, who knows?

"Tech-" you intervene. You're met by that same, disappointed glare, and you know he's pouting because you threw off his groove. "You do know that I, uh, don't know what most of these words mean?" Tech lets out a sigh, swivelling his chair around to face you. "That doesn't surprise me," he sarcastically comments. "You zoned out again, didn't you?" "What? Phfft, no..." you scrunch your face up, avoiding eye contact through his tinted googles. "I know you're lying," he sighs once more, and explains how once you raise a brow. "Your signs are obvious; avoiding eye contact, crossing your arms, brushing me off, and so on. Your body language speaks more than I need to hear." "Ugh," you grumble, settling your hands on your hips. "It's just... well, this kind of stuff is your speciality, not mine," you explain, and Tech's ears perk up at your subtle compliment. "And your speciality is distracting me from my work," he says with a dry smile, turning his chair back, and returning his focus. The sound of fingers tapping away fills your ears yet again, and Tech seems to be ignoring your presence, no doubt secretly irritated that you now seem interested in his work. You can't help but peer over his shoulder, attempting to see if you understand at least something, and to nobody's surprise, you don't. "You know, I do like it when you attempt to teach me," the words slip from your mouth. The least you can do is compliment the poor man, praising him for trying to teach you, and having the patience to deal with your short fuse. "I like hearing you talk about your interests, it's... cute," you explain with a small shrug. Tech's hands freeze up, and you're met with a wide pair of eyes. Did you use the right word? Or has Tech's brain short-circuited? He may be the smartest man to ever grace the galaxy, but when it comes to social interactions, this man is clueless. And oh, don't even bother thinking about flirting with this brainiac; your comments will fly straight over his head, usually because his head is buried too deep into his work to notice. "Cute?" Tech stutters his simple question, and has to look away as he pulls his goggles from his eyes, wiping the fogged up lenses. "Yeah... cute," you nod, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. "Your admiration for your interests is cute, but still dorky," you explain. Tech has to clean his goggles once more as he repeats your words yet again. "Dorky?" Kriff, this man is hopeless. "I meant it in a good way," you explain, and Tech nods as if to say 'yeah, sure.' A defeated sigh escapes from your lips, your arms cross over your chest, and you're about to shift your weight off his control panel and walk away, but Tech surprises you. "I'm sure you did," he replies in a tone that is thankfully not sarcastic. "And uhm, if it means anything... I think you're cute too..." Tech has to look away, dipping his head as he rubs the back of his neck. Although you can't see his face, you know he's blushing as the tips of his ears are bright red. A smile forms, followed by a light laugh, and Tech snaps his head up with a worried expression, afraid that he's crossed a boundary. You're not laughing at him, are you? "Thanks," you smile. "I know you mean it, too." "What do you mean?" Tech tilts his head in confusion. "Your body language. It tells me that you're telling the truth," you briefly explain, curious to see if he'll pick up on what you're actually talking about. Tech scoffs. "Well, I'm not going to lie to you," he says with a roll of his eyes. "I didn't mean that," you lightly laugh, and decide to give him another clue. "I noticed that you were blushing, you couldn't keep eye contact, and you rubbed the back of your neck nervously." Tech's silent for a few moments, and you can physically see the cogs in his head turning, attempting to piece together the easiest puzzle he's ever been handed. "I... For once, don't follow," he replies, and his body language heavily implies that he really has no idea what you're talking about. "You're smart, Tech, you'll figure it out," you say with a smile, shifting your weight off his control panel. Tech swivels his chair around, watching as you exit the conversation, heading into the cockpit, leaving the poor man to focus not only on his work, but your blatant attempt of flirting.

[neon-junkie]

For the one-word drabble requests, how about Crosshair + female reader + panties?

Crosshair tries your panties on hehe here's a quick smutty drabble x

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"Be quiet," Crosshair orders through gritted teeth. Despite having your hand over your mouth, and one of Crosshairs hands wrapped around your throat, it's still not enough to silence you.

His thrusts come to a halt, and you watch as Crosshair peers around at both of your discarded clothes. He notices something, then looks at you with a cheeky brow raised as he picks up your panties, bunching them up in his fist. "If you won't be quiet, then I'll just have to make you stay quiet," he smugly states, and stuffs most of your panties into your mouth, muffling you for good.

"Much better," Crosshair smirks, and returns to fucking you. His hands find their way to the bend of your knees, and he pushes forward, pressing your knees against your shoulders, almost folding you in half. The slight change in position allows him to drive his cock even deeper, fucking you silly, and testing how well your new gag works.

[neon-junkie]

Hiii, I would like a Smut of our dear General Hux! Just him punishing us for being a bad girl 🥰 if you can, thanks in advance!

hell yeah, here’s a drabble!!<3

"What exactly did I tell you?" General Hux questions before landing another slap across your ass, your body jolting forward, hips sharply hitting his thighs. The grip on your wrists tightens, pressed behind your back, holding you in place. "To not speak unless spoken to," you quietly reply, dipping your head down and staring at Hux's office floor. The tile flooring is so polished that you can almost see your own reflection; your cheeks are vibrant red, a few strands of hair hanging over your face, and your mouth remains parted, letting out deep breaths and regular whimpers. "And what did you do in today's meeting?" Hux questions. "...I spoke up," you say with a defeated sigh. You had a valid reason for projecting your opinion, but you should know by now that the First Order has no concern for 'irrelevant opinions', especially from the General's personal assistant. "Exactly," Hux sharply states, and lands another firm slap on your ass. The General doesn't speak up again, putting his focus into inflicting his punishment. You can overhear him letting out sharp breaths as his hand begins to sting, no comparison to the pain you feel, and you know it's going to take a lot more than a burning hand to see him crack. A few more and you're done... for now. Hux loosens his grip on your body as he orders you to "get off and kneel between my legs. We're far from done here." You follow his orders, settling on your knees, trapped between the General and his desk. He pushes his hair back into place, gloved hands running through his ginger locks, and then he turns his focus back to you. "Go on, you know what to do," Hux commands, gesturing to his crotch. "Yes, Supreme Leader..."

[neon-junkie]

Hello! Could you write a story where Emperor Kylo Ren has a private little bitch? I would definitely love that 🥺❤️ Thank you in advance ❤️🥰

yesss, here’s a drabble! (gender-neutral reader) <3

"Have you had a stressful day, My Lord?" you question. Ren is usually this rough, but something about him feels different today, as if you can sense the frustration and anger rising to his surface - not that he isn't always frustrated or angry. Ren slams into you and holds himself there. He lets out a deep breath, vibrating through his mask, before turning his attention to you. "How can you tell?" he sarcastically replies. You softly laugh, shaking your head at his witty comment. "Is there anything I can do to help ease your troubles?" you offer. "Hm," Ren pauses, gazing around his throne room as he decides on your next order. "On your knees. You know how to please me," he decides. "Yes, My Emperor," you say with a nod. Ren slips his cock from you, and watches as you sink to your knees, resting your palms on his thighs for support. You're kneeled in front of the Emperor - your Emperor - and guiding his cock into your mouth, ears perking up in excitement as Ren lets out a satisfied sigh. You know by now exactly what your Lord enjoys, considering how many times he's ordered you to his throne room, dismissing his private guards and enjoying every inch of you for hours on end. Ren always thanks your efforts with praise and affection, brushing the hair out of your face as he purrs "that's it, my love," and "just like that, you know how to satisfy me." Ren whimpers when he feels his cock hit the back of your throat, a rare expression that sounds oh-so-perfect through the drone of his mask. You don't need to see his face to know that he's enjoying himself; you can rely on the way his cock twitches when he's sitting on the edge of his orgasm, or how tightly he grips onto the arms of his throne. As always, Lord Ren is kind enough to warn you when he's about to cum, mumbling his slurred words just loud enough for you to get the message and prepare yourself. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, followed by a trail of cum, complimented by the heavy breaths and moans your Emperor lets out. Within time, Ren returns to normal. He stands, gently pulling you up with him, and you watch in awe as he removes his mask. Raven hair is pushed back from his pale face, and deep eyes meet yours, full of lust and affection, for you and only you. "Sit," your Lord orders. "It's only fair I return the favour..."

[geedeeswriting]

The Sound of Fate

Aka Palpatine Listens to Nemik’s Manifesto

"Remember this: Freedom is a pure idea. It occurs spontaneously, and without instruction," the voice droned. A young voice, Palpatine noted. Young, and passionate, and filled with ideals.

"Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy. There are whole armies, battalions that have no idea that they've already enlisted in the cause."

Oh but there was truth to that. Sheev could sense it, he could hear them, those rats, gnawing away, gnawing away.

"Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward."

For so long the darkness had reigned. It had felt like he had an eternity. Time enough to gather his thoughts, time enough to plan. Yet now? Little fires kept spreading everywhere, bursts of light that inflamed their little minds. Too much light, too much light.

"And then remember this. The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that. And know this, the day will come when all these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of the Empire's authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege. Remember this. Try."

He spat. He stood up from his desk and spat on the floor. He looked around him, at the rivers of fate and force as they swirled around him like a typhoon.

"Try?" The Emperor whispered. "Do you really think that will be enough?" The Force roared in response, he saw a woman carrying her child through a field of wheat, he saw a boy with blonde hair helping his uncle on his farm, and a pilot racing out for his last mission.

"Send them,” he hissed, summoning his strength. “Send them all. I will break them all, and I will break you."

And the Emperor reached out with his hand, and his fingers delved deep into the current of fate, and he began to turn.

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