Kate Laswell (& Wife) X Reader

Kate Laswell (& wife) x Reader

Cw: real wlw shit in here, poly lesbian sex, domme/dirty talk, gn reader/reader has vagina, it’s just smut

The woman with the sensible hair cut and really nice nails kept staring at you while you work.

You notice her the first time she stops in the coffee shop. she’s layed back, soft in speech even, but direct. She asks you about your coffee expertise and you get to ramble about the difference between a real Colombian roast and the shit they serve at the shop down the street.

You’re embarrassed about how much you talk but she smiles and listens. You develop a silly crush. Give her free drinks and ask her about her day when she comes in. You get butterflies in your stomach every time she smiles at you. Your heart breaks the next time she brings her wife in. She’s pretty, ultra feminine and hangs off Kate’s arm like a princess being escorted.

You cry in the back room on break. Kate notices your sudden aloofness the next time she comes in, tries to coax you out of the wall you built yourself. It takes a few weeks of wallowing in your longing to smile her way again. You can’t help it you really like her. It’s why you come over when she invites you to dinner.

It’s why you’re surprised but not complaining when you have a mouth full of her wife’s cunt and her knees suctioned to your ears. Your fingers scissoring in and out of her dripping heat while she moans and whines, playing with her nipples and carding her fingers across any part of you she can touch.

She whines out when you release your attention on her clit when you feel Laswell position behind you. You shudder at the feel of her neat manicured nails running down your back, drifting to the base of your neck. You’re startled into a loud moan when she presses your head down between her wife’s legs, your mouth pressed back into warm pussy.

“Don’t stop until I tell you to stop.” Kate clicks her tongue like you’re a naughty thing that won’t listen.

Your pussy throbs. You do what you’re told though, aiming to please always. Pressing two, then three digits inside, rolling your tongue and lapping in short and long licks from clit to hole. You lose your hearing for several seconds when Kate’s wife clasps her legs around you as she cums.

You don’t have time to think when Laswell takes that moment to press inside of you with one smooth motion. You cry out from the stretch her strap demands your body make. Tears forming in your eyes at the first long languid thrust and then the others that come in sequence. Kate slaps your ass demanding you get back to playing with her wife’s pussy, you’re slow on the uptake with your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Kate threatens to stop fucking that special spot inside of you that makes all the thoughts go away and you beg her not to. Her wife giggles at the tears in your eyes but is nice enough to guide your mouth back to her soaking cunt.Kate pistons into you without pause until you’re cumming around thick silicone. She doesn’t stop fucking you through another pitiful orgasm that has your legs shaking.

Her wife cums in your mouth a second (or third you’ve lost count) and crawls a way from you. She’s watching Kate fuck into you, she bends to look you in the face while tears stream down your cheeks, coo-ing encouraging words. With a mischievous smile she reaches a hand between your body and the mattress and rolls her fingers around your clit.You black out from the force of your orgasm.

You come to with Kate’s face hovering above yours. She’s stroking her hands on your face while your head is in her lap. She smiles at you and tells you, you did a good job and to relax. With furrowed brows you look below and see her wife kneeled between your legs.

She smiles cutely and says something about being glad you’re awake again. You don’t get a chance to reply when she fucks you with her tongue, spreading your legs wide open, while Kate wraps her fingers around your neck and kisses the heady taste of her wife’s pussy from your tongue with demanding sucks.

They make you Colombian roasted coffee in the morning.

thinking ab giving a girl slow lazy head… maybe we’re cuddling on the couch and I start nuzzling into her tummy a bit. leaving little kisses on her belly and chest as I use my nose to push her shirt up so I can see her pretty tits. sloppily kissing and sucking on her perky nipples until she’s wet and whimpering for me to relieve her. I’d leave a little trail of kisses as I move down her body and I’d stop to nip at the soft skin on her hips, feeling her aching clit through her soaked panties with my fingers. I can’t help that I love seeing my sweet girl all worked up for me. I’d take my sweet time pulling her panties down and leaving little marks on her thighs before I finally give her what she wants. my tongue and lips and nose slick on her wet cunt, moaning into her slightly because she tastes sooo good and I love eating my girl out. not stopping until she’s strung out over the feeling of my mouth on her and the couch is soaked beneath us <33

We don't talk enough about how hot and bitable hips are.

every time a man shaves his happy trail an angel loses its wings

I DO I WANNA READ THST

I'm writing this under the assumption that folks have a basic understanding of order 66 but if not... I'll happily ramble!

anyway. pilot!johnny x jedi!reader (also I started this fully with the intention of writing smut but... didn't happen whoops)

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it's a deal made in the heat of the moment. one minute you're tracking a potential separatist leader, the next you are running as hard and fast as you can. whirling your lightsaber as your men, your friends, shoot at you. calling you a traitor, your commander - a man you had shared a drink with not a week prior - shouting orders to shoot to kill.

you blinked hard, clearing the misting in your eyes so you could get as far away as possible.

"Oi, lass!" an accented voice called from your left, through the brush, but you couldn't stop.

"If it's important, run and talk!!" you yelled back, deflecting a shot going in the direction of the voice. you heard a yelp, before much closer footsteps matched your frantic pace.

"So why're they shootin' at ye? Look like a jedi with the lightsaber and all but... they're clones, they shouldnae be shooting at you." the stranger turned and shot over his shoulder, and you tried not to wince as the sound of a body hitting the ground reached you. they were your men, good soldiers and good men.

"I dont... I don't know. my commander he, he got a transmission and suddenly they were trying to kill me!" another shot deflected, another body. "I have no idea what's happening."

out the corner of you eye you saw him nod before he grabbed your hand and tugged.

"this way!" you pulled back, but he didn't let go of your hand. "hen, if ye have more men on yer ship, what makes ye ken they will nae try kill you too? just come with me, I have a ship." you weighed the options. a stranger who is offering you a ship, shooting at your soldiers, former battalion. or the clones you once called friends who were trying to kill you.

"fine." you let him guide you, further into the woodland where the brush grew thicker. he seemed to know where to step, what turns to take, and the sounds of heavy footsteps making chase and blaster fire grew quieter. not enough to stop running - force knew that you couldn't stop until you were at least off this planet, and even then... - but enough that you could lower your lit saber and follow the man who had yet to let go of your hand.

to call what you broke through into a clearing would be an insult to clearings; it looked like this pilot had lowered his ship onto what he perceived to be the weakest trees. and maybe he was right, considering how they had bent and snapped under the small ship.

you didn't stop running until you collapsed onto the deck of the ship, bay door sealing shut behind you.

the hull of the ship was small, a small sunken area you could vault out of and take two paces into the cockpit. the area you could see was mostly clean, but it was clear he occupied this ship alone.

"where to, jedi?" the stranger was not looking at you as he began to take off, the hiss of air as the landing gear retracted and the engines kicked on.

"I-" you cut yourself off as the small ship flew over the landing craft you had been in just that morning. a quiet beeping sound caught your attention and you shuffled around in your pockets and pulled out a secured comlink. a recording of General Kenobi appeared, warning all jedi to stay away from Coruscant.

"I have nowhere to go. if I can't go back to Coruscant, I... that's the only home I've known for a very long time." you dropped into the copilot seat as you realised that the life you had before was simply, gone.

you flinched as a warm, gloved hand lightly touched your arm.

"well first things first, let's get you some clothes. yer whole outfit screams 'jedi' and we cannae have that, can we?"

"no. I suppose not." the ship jolted as it took off into hyperspace, a destination clearly in mind for this stranger. "thank you, by the way. I would be dead without you..." you trailed off, both realising you don't know his name, and because the weight of everything had you defeated.

"Johnny. name's johnny." you reply with your own name and shake his outstretched hand before turning to look back at the racing blue outside. "dinnae worry, hen. things will get better."

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hahahahshaha apparently this ended up being a rough draft for the first chapter for a star wars au whoops!!

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